Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband

Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER ONE.

I recently discovered that my husband has been going to some ‘Swinger’ s’ parties/orgies. What he had told me was that he was going away on business trips, and that he couldn’t get out of them!

Since these gatherings are normally meant for couples only, (and as he has been attending them as a ‘Single Male,’) he has had to worm his way onto the group’s invitation list by offering to ‘serve’ the guests.

The organizers agreed that he could join in… as long as he would accept to play any role that they chose for him on each event occasion. He would have to play the role properly, dressing the part as instructed, and behaving in a way that was commensurate with the chosen character… fulfilling its tasks fully, and to the letter.

Philip agreed to these terms! I have uncovered the fact that he has been present at some of these functions as a butler, a waiter, a barman, and as ‘Master of Ceremonies’… He has attended some parties naked, serving the guests ‘nude’ throughout the night… and has also adopted the roles of a barmaid, a chambermaid, and a French maid… as a sexy schoolgirl, a female ‘nurse,’ a French tart… and a hooker!

Having discovered my partner’s dirty little secret, I have delved into areas of his life that I would previously have considered to be private, personal and confidential… and as such ‘out of bounds’ to me!

The discovery of his private diary was a revelation.

I found an entry which detailed everything he had done to feminize himself for one of the parties!

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

I pulled on a pair of ‘Sex-Cache’ knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing.

I decided to wear a waist-clincher… a corset that I’d bought, which could reduce my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches!

With my undergarments on, I chose to wear a leather mini-dress, which only came down about three inches below my panties… and that showed off the lacy tops of my stockings.

I chose some patent-leather ankle-boots to wear on my feet… they had laces from top to toe, and they were the highest heels that I owned… and at six-inches in height… I would need to concentrate whilst I walked, so as not to topple over!

I sat at my wife’s make-up table, and began to transform my facial features.

I thinned my eyebrows, plucking them just enough that I could return to my male persona with minimal explanation.

The foundation came next.

I applied it quite thickly over my face and my neck, so as to cover any stubble that might grow during my ‘dressed’ phase.

I lined my eyes with Kohl pencil, and I applied some ‘super-lengthening’ mascara to my lashes. I delicately applied eye-shadow to my lids, with pale shades near my nose, graduating to a dark grey on the outer sides. I added some pale blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I outlined them with a dark lip pencil, and then chose a scarlet red for my lips. I covered the lot with an ‘extreme-shine’ glitter lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my now very plump and visible mouth.

I decided to go the whole hog, and I attached long false nails to my fingers… I did so using very strong ‘super glue,’ knowing that Helen was visiting her mother for the whole weekend, which meant that I had at least two days before I’d have to remove them.

Once they were attached, I varnished them, using a bright, high gloss red that matched my lips.

From my collection of wigs, I chose a shiny, straight haired wig in pure black. It was long, and it came down as far as my lower back.

I enjoyed this, as I could swish it around as I walked. In the mirror, I was pleased to see a very sexy looking woman in the reflection!

I was sure that anyone who laid their eyes on me would think that I was a ‘dirty bitch’ and would want to try getting into my knickers!

Reading through his diary was getting me really angry, and I began to think of ways in which I might gain my revenge.

Not only was Philip lying to me, and cheating on me sexually, but he was allowing himself to be subservient to groups of virtual strangers!

He was so submissive in fact that he was permitting these people to take away his masculinity, and consenting to serve them as a transvestite sex-slave!

An inkling of a plan began to form in my mind, as my imagination ran riot, and I pictured a variety of ways to get my own back on my errant husband… each one darker and more devious than the last!

“So, you little cheat… you like to be dominated, do you?” I said to myself.

“Well… I’m sure that I can find a way to oblige you. One that I’ll enjoy too… in fact, maybe I’ll enjoy it even more than you will!”

An evil smile crossed my face.

“Maybe much more!”

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CHAPTER TWO.

I rang my best friends, a small group of girls that I’d known for a very long time. We still met up at least once a month for a ‘girl’s’ night out, and we had few, if any, secrets from each other.

I arranged for them to all come over to the house, one evening when I knew that Philip would be away, saying only that I had a major problem in my life, and that I needed their help and their advice. They all promised that they would come, and they would help me in any way that they could.

There are seven of us when our group is at full strength.

There’s me, of course… I’m usually the level headed one.

There’s Karen… She’s the bolshy one. She drinks lots of alcohol, and is the most outrageous one of us.

There’s Katarina… She’s really beautiful… she looks like a catwalk model, and is very strict… She likes to be the hard nut of the group, and she pulls it off because she has a black belt in a couple of martial arts!

In complete contrast, there’s Alice… She’s quite short, a bit on the plump side, and is very easily led, but she’s probably the most daring of us… In fact, she’s never refused to complete any dare that she’s been asked to do by one of our group!

Marissa is our wild-child, and her very long legs never fail to attract attention. She’s a real nymphomaniac, and will often suck some lucky guy off in public while we’re out!

Jaqui likes to be in control. I’ve even seen her tie some bloke up in a club. She’ll get his dick out, and will wank, it until he’s got a hard-on… and then she’ll leave him for his mates to find! She likes sex-toys too!

Finally, there’s Sionna… She loves being the centre of attention, is very bi, and loves giving and receiving oral… from anyone!

Our evening finally arrives, and the six girls turn up at my house, eager to find out what’s been troubling me. We have a few drinks… to give me a little Dutch courage, and I finally blurt out the facts that I’ve discovered, concerning Philip’s ‘secret’ sex-life:

“My bastard husband is cheating on me… and it’s not just with ‘some’ woman… but it’s with a whole group of ‘swingers’ at their sex parties!”

“He’s WHAT?”

“How dare he?”

“NO!”

“Where?”

“When?”

“BASTARD!”

“That’s not the half of it… wait until I explain what he does while he’s at these parties! Once I’ve filled you all in… I want to plan my revenge, and I want you all to help me to carry out whatever plan we decide on. Now, I know this is hard to believe, but listen carefully… Philip goes to these parties as a transvestite, and becomes the group’s sex-slave…”

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CHAPTER THREE.

By the middle of the following week, the girls and I had begun to prepare the first part of our plan. The plan was split into several parts, and initially, if all went well, we were about to obtain physical proof of Philip’s feminization! Proof that would ensure my husband’s full cooperation later in the game… even if it meant my having to blackmail him into going along with our plans!

On Monday, Jaqui and I had visited a ‘specialist’ security shop, where we’d purchased several miniature spy-cameras, some hidden microphones, eight ‘digital’ video and still-image recorders, and a remote transmitter/receiver unit.

Between the seven of us, every room in the house, and our back garden, was now under surveillance… and we would be recording Philip, as he transformed himself into his feminized persona!

I gave Philip the opportunity he was waiting for, when I told him that the girls and I were going away for a long ‘girl’s’ weekend:

“I hope you don’t mind love, but as it’s a bank holiday, all seven of us are going to a Health Spa. We’re leaving on Friday morning, and we’ll be back the following Tuesday morning. I’ll stay at Karen’s tonight, so we get an early start. You don’t mind, do you?” He grinned from ear to ear as he told me to go and enjoy myself!

As soon as we got across the road and into Karen’s house, we switched on all of the monitors, and we began recording Philip’s movements. It was no surprise to us that we didn’t have long to wait!

Almost as soon as we’d left the house, Philip stripped off his clothes, and he climbed the stairs to the bathroom. He ran the bath water, adding scented oils to the running water. He covered his entire body, from the neck down, with Nair depilatory cream, and waited for ten minutes, as it did its job.

He got into the shower cubicle before his bath, washing the cream off, and leaving his body completely smooth and hairless. The only exception was a thin strip of pubic hair, in a ‘Brazilian’ style just above his cock.

Now, he slipped into his perfumed bath, looking extremely satisfied!

Reaching over to the counter top next to the bath, the monitor clearly showed Philip picking up his mobile phone, and dialling out on it. Turning up the sound, the girls heard him saying:

“Mistress Olivia… it is Pippa, your party ‘cum-slut’ here. I’ve had a result! My wife and her friends are away until next Monday night. So, I would like to offer my house to you and your guests as this weekend’s venue. Anytime, starting now… right through to Monday evening.” I looked shocked, but realized at once that this would be perfect… since the entire orgy would be recorded for posterity!

I was also amused that my husband had let slip the fact that his ‘feminized’ name was Pippa. I heard ‘Olivia’ reply:

“Good girl Pippa! Master Clive and I will come over to your place in two hours time. Make sure you are appropriately attired! We will begin inviting people immediately, and will bring others over a few at a time, throughout the entire weekend.”

“Thank you Mistress. I will be honoured to serve you, and your guests.”

I called all of the girls together for a meeting, updating everyone as to what was about to take place, and how lucky we were to be able to catch the whole event on camera!

We’d have nearly five days of footage by the end of this… and instead of just catching Philip’s feminization… we’d probably have incriminating ‘cinematographic’ evidence of the type that many of this weekend’s guests would find to be extremely embarrassing… maybe even embarrassing enough to give us ‘girls’ the power and leverage that we’d need to control them… occasionally!

“God knows how kinky this could get!” Sionna said.

“Quick, he’s getting out of the bath.” Alice noted.

We all huddled together in front of our monitors.

Our cameras followed Phil’s actions, as he towelled off his body, and as he walked into our ‘guest’ bedroom.

To my utter astonishment, Phil removed a panel that concealed the room’ s old fireplace.

Behind the panel, I saw a secret door, which he pulled open to reveal a concealed closet.

I zoomed in on the opening, and I realized that this was where my partner stored his clandestine collection of sex-toys, uniforms and women’s clothing etc…

“Things are about to get interesting Ladies!” I stated aloud.

“Very interesting, I think.” Jaqui replied.

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CHAPTER FOUR.

My degenerate husband reappeared from his secret room, carrying several items into the room.

He placed the bundle onto the bed, returning twice more into his closet to retrieve more of his belongings.

There were four bundles that he’d put onto the bed, before he replaced the panel, and thus, once again covered the entrance to his hidey-hole.

Unpacking each of the bundles was Phil’s next task.

He placed each of the items on top of the bed, revealing to our cameras the exact nature of each. He grouped them in a very specific, and yet orderly fashion.

The first group contained his feminine undergarments… his make up, a wig, shoes, and body enhancers. The next contained outer garments that allowed him to dress as a French maid at first, but would allow for three further ‘garment’ changes during this weekend’s event.

Phil… sorry, Pippa’s other outfits were to be: ‘The Sexy Secretary/Office Girl…’ ‘The Leather Slave-girl…’ and ‘The Street-walker/Call-girl.’

Almost exactly following the routine that I’d read in his secret diary, Philip began his transformation into his ‘feminized’ and subservient alter-ego… Pippa!

The difference being that his top-clothes were those of a ‘French’ housemaid, complete with its lacy ‘apron’ front, the starched cuffs over his/her wrists, (even though the uniform was sleeveless,) and the lacy little cap on her head!

Pippa completed her first make over just in time, as barely a minute after she’d dressed, the bell rang, announcing the arrival of Mistress Olivia & Master Clive!

Pippa, their French maid, headed immediately to the entrance, and without checking, pulled open our front door.

“Fetch our bags from the taxi, and then go and stand by the passenger door, Pippa. Wait there for our instructions.” Master Clive instructed.

With no thought as to how the neighbours would react if he were seen… standing there, openly and publicly in the street, outside of our house and home… and if he were to be recognized… Pippa obeyed her instructions, ending up at the taxi’s door.

“Get in Pippa. You’re to pay our fare, by giving the taxi driver a blow-job! We’ve agreed to let him cum in your mouth, and that you will swallow every last drop! Don’t be long, as we’ll be waiting for you in the house!”

From my vantage point across the street, I peeped out of the window, and I was amazed to see that Pippa obeyed the instructions!

She sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver, bent over his lap, and removing his cock from his flies, began to suck him off.

Her head bobbed up and down for a while, but the driver shot his load very quickly, and Pippa swallowed every drop of his jism.

She licked her lips clean, applied some fresh lip-colour and gloss, and exited the cab.

Adjusting her clothes, she walked to the front door and rang the bell.

She had to wait for about ten minutes before Master Clive allowed her in, but she didn’t flinch… exhibiting herself openly to our neighbours… and to any ‘lucky’ passer-by!

With my digital camera and a high quality telephoto ‘zoom’ lens, I made sure that we got several shots of my husband.

I took photos of him waiting by the cab door, others as he got in it, still more of him with his head in the taxi driver’s lap.

Finally, I took photos of him, as he stood there waiting to be let in… standing in front of our house… dressed as ‘The French maid’ Pippa!

Of course, as soon as he entered the house, our surveillance equipment continued to record the occupants every move.

In fact, whilst I had been preoccupied with the goings-on outside of my house, Karen and Jaqui had been monitoring Olivia and Clive’s activities within.

Clive had begun by using Phil’s Internet connection, and had posted an ‘open invitation’ to this weekend’s ‘swinger’ party, on their site’s ‘public’ billboard! It read as follows:

Weekend long ‘Adult’ Swinger’ s party!

Straight/Bisexual/& Gay Couples Welcome.

Single Females and TV/CD/TS admitted!

Theme: Uniforms/Leather/PVC/Fancy Dress.

(Anyone not ‘Dressed up’ will only be admitted if stripped NAKED!)

Ground Floor: Party/Drinks & Dancing.

Basement/Cellar: Sub/Dom Dungeon.

First Floor: TV/TS Room/Group-Orgy Room.

Loft: Swinger’ s Room.

Ages from 18 to 50!

Starts: 12 Noon – Friday 25th May.

Ends: 12 Midnight – Monday 28th May.

Address: ****** ******** ***** Telephone: ********

For our guest’s pleasure/amusement/gratification…

We are offering ‘Pippa’ …a ‘Party Slut’ & ‘Sex-Slave’

‘FREE OF CHARGE’

Pippa is a submissive M2F Force-Femmed Bisexual TV Cum-Slut…

Her orders are to obey any of the party guests, and to sexually satisfy them in any way requested.

She will comply with any direction that she receives.

She must submit to any person/couple or group, or has agreed to be punished in public.

Castigation will consist of any form of listed ‘corporal punishment’ chosen by the party in question.

Punishments:

Spanking… Hand, hairbrush, shoe/slipper, belt, taws, wet towel.

Caning… Cane, birch twigs, bamboo stick.

Whipping… Leather bull-whip, cat o nine tails.

Pippa may be used/abused/humiliated sexually, anywhere within the grounds.

(Any room in the house, the conservatory… or outside in the back garden!)

ADMISSION NO LATER THAN 6PM ON MONDAY 28TH

As soon as the ‘Open Invitation’ was posted on their site, Clive began calling his ‘regulars’ on the phone. He told them that this party was special. He explained that this would be an exceptional ‘swinger’s’ meet, and that it was likely to be an ‘unforgettable’ occasion. He stressed that the ‘core’ of his ‘regulars’ should consider coming straight over… and that they were to make the most of it, by staying over until the end of the party, on Monday night!

Katarina shrieked, calling for us all to come over to the monitors. We watched, as Pippa was bent over one of our leather armchairs in the front room. Clive had positioned it in the centre of the room, facing the bay window and the street. He opened the curtains, so that anyone who walked past our house would have an unrestricted view of the room’ s interior.

Pippa’s wrists were secured to the chair’s front legs. A rubber ‘ball-gag’ was placed into her mouth, so that her screams would not be heard, and an ankle spreader bar was cuffed to her legs, forcing her ankles apart by a width of three feet. As Clive did this, Mistress Olivia entered the room. She was naked, bar a pair of hold up stockings, some very high heeled ‘thigh-high’ boots… and a ‘strap-on’ Latex dildo, which must have measured a good eight inches, and gave her the appearance of sporting a massive, erect cock… rampant for action!

Raising Pippa’s skirt, she ripped off her knickers, palmed some KY onto her arsehole, and shoved her ‘strap-on’ dick right up her rear. Pippa tried to squeal, but the gag muffled her yelps, as the fake penis penetrated her backdoor… and as Mistress Olivia rammed its full length into Pippa, right to the hilt!

Our surveillance cameras recorded the whole thing… from four different angles! They captured Pippa’s face and her look of surprise. It recorded her look of horror, as she was filled from the rear. It showed Olivia pumping her dildo into Pippa from each side, and caught the rear view, as she pumped the Latex cock in and out of Pippa’s bum!

Olivia continued arse-fucking Pippa for a good ten minutes, during which Clive stripped from the waist down. He removed Pippa’s gag, and replaced it by shoving his cock down Pippa’s throat! As he made Pippa’s mouth blow him, he continued phoning his party guests, inviting them to the weekend’s debauchery!

“I’m sure that this won’t be the only time that you’re ‘spit-roast’ this weekend Pippa!” Olivia commented, as she pulled out her dildo!

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CHAPTER FIVE.

Before they untied her, Pippa was fitted with a three inch butt plug. It was a unit that could be made to vibrate at different speeds, either softly or intensely, and was controlled using a remote control. Clive handed the remote to Olivia, saying:

“Now you can stimulate Pippa at will, my love. It should be quite amusing, at least until we start to ‘play’ with her more seriously! Pippa… put your knickers back on, to hold the plug in place!” Pippa did as she was told.

“How long before our first guests arrive?” Olivia asked.

“They should be here within the next thirty minutes or so.” Clive replied. “Pippa, unless you are busy with any of the guests, you must answer the front door. You must greet the person/people by saying: ‘Welcome… I am Pippa, the party sex-slave. I will do ANYTHING that I am told to do. Use me, in any way, to make your stay more enjoyable.’ Is that clear?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good girl. Now, freshen up your lipstick, and then wait by the door until our first guests arrive.”

“Yes Master.” Within ten minutes, people were arriving, and the party began to swing. Within an hour the guest-list was as follows:

Barbra, a PVC Domme arrived, with Pippa and Helen, her two submissives.

Peter and Marc, a gay couple were next.

Candy, a beautiful, sexy pre-op TS, rang the doorbell soon after them.

Liz, and Charlie, her sub bi TV husband, made it eight guests.

Cathy and Reg, a straight couple followed minutes later.

Steve and Pat, a bi couple, made up the dozen.

Jason and Marie, another straight couple soon arrived.

Trisha, Trixie, and Tami, three bi women came in on their heels.

Finally, Helen and Sasha, (two bi girls) turned up, with Pippa, (the ‘dominant’ Helen’s ‘sexually submissive’ hubby) in tow.

Including Clive, Olivia and Pippa, there were now twenty three people at the party!

“Pippa, whilst you’re walking around and serving the drinks, I think that everyone would love to see how well you handle being teased by your butt plug. I’m going to start with slow, gentle vibrations. You must not cum in your panties! You will be punished if you do, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Olivia. It is my honour to please and to serve you.”

On the monitor, we noticed Pippa’s walk begin to change. As Olivia increased the intensity of the vibrations, Pippa started wiggling her bum, and mincing her way across the room on her high heels. I laughed, as I pointed at the screen. The movement of her arse had made it impossible for her to keep her legs tightly together, and Pippa’s hidden ‘clit’ had freed itself from between her thighs. The anal vibrations had excited her too much, and her cock sprang free, pushing itself out in front of her. Its shape was now clearly visible through the skirt, and like a tent pole it pushed against the material of her uniform!

Barbra and Liz whispered something to Olivia, who grinned and nodded her assent to them, they left the room, returning a short time later, with their hands behind their backs. Liz looked at Pippa, and said:

“Stand still, in the middle of the room. Now, bunch your skirt up over your waist. Show us all your erection, Pippa! Leave it out like it is! Hands behind your back. Barbra, now please.”

Barbra secured Pippa’s hands with strong metal handcuffs. She placed a rubber penis-gag into Pippa’s mouth, closing the buckle behind her head, and then she placed a blindfold over her eyes. Finally, she put a cock harness over Pippa’s shaft and balls, to make it harder for her to be able to cum.

“Do not move Pippa! Olivia, turn the vibrations to full. I have a special treat for you Pippa, but you must stay completely still!” Pippa nodded.

Liz now brought her hands to the front of her body. She wore gloves, and was holding a big bunch of freshly picked stinging nettles in her right hand, which she’d acquired during her short visit to our back garden.

Stepping forwards, she approached Pippa, and her exposed erection. Gently, and very deliberate in her actions, she began to stroke Pippa’s rampant member with these weeds. Pippa’s entire body seemed electrified by the touch, as she strained to remain still, and tried to ignore the sensations that now flowed through her body. Her ‘big clit’ throbbed, as the nettles stung her hard-on.

We could see Pippa’s reactions on our monitors, as she felt the nettles brushing, ever so gently over her glands… almost tickling her to the limits of her pain threshold! The heat of the contact with her shaft’s sensitive skin… the burning sting that those plants impart, swelled her cock/clit to its full hardness.

“Don’t worry slave, they’ll do you no permanent harm,” lulled Helen soothingly, “but they will enhance every little thing that we girls and boys are going to do with you… And to you!” We could almost feel my husband’s aching cock… growing as it was stung… and throbbing, as it grew in girth.

“Let’s continue this outside… in the back garden!” Liz suggested, winking suggestively at Peter and Marc… the gay couple.

“Yeah… we could hang her with her arms above her head, from that big branch at the bottom of your tree. It’s probably the right height to force the little slut to stand on her tip-toes! She’s obviously turned on by what we’re doing to her, so let’s see if she can keep that hard-on of hers erect, while we ‘tease’ it for her a little more!” Sasha added.

“Before we do, let’s strip her to her lingerie! The outfit’s got to go!” Peter suggested.

There were nods and sounds of agreement from the crowd, which were followed by them ripping the maid’s uniform from Pippa’s torso. Her semi-stripped body was then lifted by the men in the crowd, and was carried out of the house, to the tree at the bottom of our garden. Fortunately, we’d placed surveillance cameras there as well, and could see the scene as it unfolded!

Pippa’s arms were loosed, before being repositioned above her head. A heavy link-chain was thrown over the lowest of the tree’s big branches, and her wrists were once again cuffed together. The chain was threaded between her bound wrists, and Pippa was hauled upright, until she was supporting her body-weight entirely on her wrists, and on the tips of her toes.

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CHAPTER SIX.

Amazingly, Pippa seemed even more sexually stimulated than ever! We could clearly see that her cock was as hard as ever, and that it was twitching constantly, as she neared ejaculation! Liz wrapped the nettles around her shaft, tucking the bunch into the elastic of Pippa’s panties, holding it firmly in place, as it continued its torturous stimulation of her sex-organ!

“Let’s leave her to enjoy her predicament for a while, and go back inside to our party!” Candy recommended.

“Good idea Candy, but I’ll leave the spotlights on, so that we can watch her through the French windows… I’m sure she’ll be wriggling soon enough! Remember, Liz has given our slut her nettles, but Pippa is still feeling the vibrations from my butt-plug!” Olivia said, as the party returned inside.

I was really enjoying having my husband in this predicament, (feminized and subservient) and I already had plans vaguely forming in my mind as to how I might make this situation more permanent in our lives. We continued to record my husband’s plight, bound to our garden’s tree, dressed only in sexy undergarments, high heels and full make-up, as he was continually and forcibly stimulated. We didn’t miss the opportunity however to record copious footage of the orgy that began within my house!

Barbra told Pippa and Helen to wait in the hallway. She went over to talk to Liz and Charlie, and then all three moved over and chatted to Helen and Sasha. They all agreed to take their respective submissives downstairs, into the basement, where Olivia and Clive had set up a temporary ‘dungeon’ area… complete with a few BDSM items!

“Now then slaves… we are taking you all downstairs into the cellar. It has been converted for the party, and we now have a fully stocked and equipped ‘Dungeon’ area there. If necessary, it will be there that your punishments will be administered. Is this clear?”

“Yes Mistress, it is very clear.” Replied each of the subs, very nervous now.

The sub/Dom group disappeared into the basement.

Olivia and Clive led the way, as the slaves, Pippa and Helen, Charlie, (the sub bi TV) and Pippa, (Helen’s sub hubby) followed meekly behind. Barbra, Liz, Helen and Sasha made up the rear. Peter and Marc, the gay couple followed the group, as curiosity got the better of them. Helen saw them, and decided it was too good an opportunity to miss. She asked them:

“Would you two like to use Pippa, my submissive husband, as your sex toy? He gives very good oral sex to men. Of course, I insist that he swallows!” Marc replied:

“I’d love to, but Peter’s very shy. He just likes to watch. Is that agreeable to you all?” Sasha answered for Helen:

“That’s absolutely fine by us! Why don’t you get comfortable? Take off your trousers and your underwear.” Helen looked at Pippa, and ordered:

“Strip naked. Marc will be your Master for now. Obey him!” Marc moved to the naked Pippa, saying loudly:

“Kneel and get me hard!” Once his cock stood proud, he continued: “Do you want to suck this bitch?” Pippa looked at his wife.

We heard the following, as we recorded the action:

“Don’t look at me bitch. He’s your master now, and you will do what he wants. Beg him to let you suck his cock.”

“Beg me bitch,” Marc yelled at him, again slapping him in the face.

“I… I… want to suck your cock,” he said quietly.

“Master,” Marc said, slapping him harder. “And make me believe it.”

“I want to suck your cock Master…” he said, much louder, and with enough emotion that it sounded like he really wanted to.

Marc guided his cock towards Pippa’s lips, and pushed it into his mouth.

“Suck it, slave.” Marc let him suck on the head for a little bit, and then he slowly started fucking his face.

He grabbed the sides of Pippa’s head, and held him still. A minute or two of that, and Marc ordered him to lick up and down on his cock ‘…like it was a Popsicle.’ At the same time, he asked Barbra to pull the collar and leash out of the bag. Marc strapped it around Pippa’s neck. Marc wrapped the leash around his hand, and he pulled Pippa’s face toward his body, tightly… up against his crotch.

“Lick my balls, slave.”

Sasha French kissed Pippa’s wife, and she played with her tits, while he sucked Marc’s cock.

“I could get used to this.” Helen said.

Upstairs, a few more ‘guests’ had arrived, attracted by the posting on the ‘swinger’s’ site. A small group of six girls, who appeared to be aged between about nineteen and twenty-five, had discovered the helpless Pippa in our garden. They were surrounding her, all appeared to be quite tipsy… and they were teasing her, as they giggled and laughed!

“Tracy, you’ve got gloves on. Throw the stinging nettles away. We wanna see the drag queen’s cock!”

“I bet you Julie can get it stiff with her mouth!”

“Suze can wank it then, and examine it… being our nurse!”

“I want to see Lynne cane her arse with some twigs!”

“We can dare each other to do things to her!”

“Shelle, use your phone and take some photos of her. Debs, you video what we do!”

“After the party, we can post it on the ‘swinger’ site! How cool is that!”

Tracy removed the nettles from around Pippa’s genitals, and the six girls gasped, as they saw how engorged her cock/clit had become with the stinging that it had received. Pippa’s cock-shaft and balls were swollen and red, covered with small stings… and yet, still semi-erect with the excitement that she was enduring! Only then did Debs notice Pippa’s vibrating butt-plug, and the constant stimulus that it caused! Almost simultaneously, Shelle realized Pippa’s dilemma:

“Hey! Look girls! Our ‘Queen’s’ got a vibrator up her arse!” They all gasped, giggling at Pippa’s situation!

“Julie, I dare you to get her ‘clitty’ fully erect! Give her a blow-job until it’s as hard as she can get!”

“Yeah, go on! I’ll dare Lynne to give the slut a good birching, while you’re doing it!”

“Sure! Let’s get a bunch of bendy twigs, and let Lynne use them! I bet that our TV tart will not be able to stop her organ from reacting to Julie’s oral stimulation… even through Lynne will be hurting her arse-cheeks, as she hits them with her birch twigs!”

“Suze, remove her blindfold, and Tracy… take the gag out of her mouth. If she screams… it’ll be her own fault, if a passer-by sees her in this state!”

“I agree. I’m sure that the last thing that she wants is for the press to find her like this… and for her picture to be published… for the local ‘public’ to see!”

Our monitors caught Tracy and Suze doing away with Pippa’s gag and blindfold, before Julie began stimulating my hubby’s cock with her mouth!

The description of the outcome of Pippa’s public discovery, and its possible outcome, as described by Shelle, made Pippa strive to remain silent whilst her excitement grew. She was forced to struggle much harder toward this goal, as Lynne began laying the initial strokes of her caning across her rear, with the birch twigs that she’d collected.

“Go on Debs, I dare you to strip off Julie’s knickers… and to lick her pussy out while she blows our ‘queen’s’ cock!”

“I agree, but I dare you to do it until Julie cums all over your face!” As Debs began to comply with her dare, Lynne added another:

“Tracy, I dare you… to strip Shelle down to her stockings and her heels… hang her next to our drag queen, so she’s tied up… as helpless as the ‘queen’ that she’s imitating… and then cane her exactly as I do to mine! Suze, I dare you to copy Debs, and to make Tracy cum with your tongue, as she canes Shelle!”

Grinning evilly, Suze and Tracy forced Shelle into her role as their prisoner, and began to do as they’d been dared!

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CHAPTER SEVEN.

Simon, Eric, and Ollie, all turned up wearing togas. Victor and Terry, a gay couple… and Lenny and Norman, two bisexual ‘sub’ males, at the party naked, as they’d come wearing no ‘outfit’ were recent arrivals.

Rita, a ‘bi’ pre-op TS, who wore hooker’s clothing, was next to arrive… and Tina, a post-op ‘Domme’ TS, was the newest guest, wearing leather gear.

Almost immediately following their arrivals, three women turned up. Belinda was the first to arrive. She was dressed in a sexy ‘Air hostess’ uniform, and then Carla followed. She looked like an ‘Army Medic’ as she graced the party…

Uma, was last, but was stripped naked at the door, as she wore no special outfit, which was against the rules.

The latest arrivals gravitated into one group, and decided to break the ice by playing cards.

Strip Poker was agreed upon, with dares as forfeits, once a player was naked!

The party hosts, Clive and Olivia, noticed the group, and decided to give the five naked players a choice…

Either they could start the game naked, having to play for forfeits from the very beginning, or Uma and Terry, (being very similar in size) could swap clothes… and Victor, Norman and Lenny, could wear up to six items from a bag that Olivia had brought over. The only catch was that the bag contained nothing but women’s underwear and high heeled sandals! Uma and Terry agreed to swap their clothes. Norman decided to begin the game in the nude, and Lenny and Victor said that they’d dress up!

Olivia added a final clause, insisting that she would make-up the three ‘cross dressing’ players before the game could begin! Twenty minutes later the game began.

The players were dressed as follows… (From the least to the best held advantage!):

Norman… Fully naked. (zero items)

Uma… Jeans, a T-shirt, socks and shoes. (four items)

Simon, Eric and Ollie… A toga, boxer shorts, socks and sandals. (five items)

Terry… A blouse, a bra, a skirt, knickers, tights, and two inch sandals. (six items)

Lenny… A mini-dress, a bra, two ‘hold-up’ stockings, and four-inch ‘ankle booties.’ (six items)

Victor… A blouse, a skirt, a slip, tights, and six-inch thigh-high boots. (six items)

Rita… A mini-dress, a bra, a corset, a suspender belt, stockings, and high heels. (eight items)

Tina… A leather top and a studded bra, a leather waist-clincher, leather panties and suspenders, stockings, a leather mini-skirt, and eight-inch leather thigh-high boots. (ten items)

Belinda… An air-hostess hat, a jacket, a blouse, a tie, a bra, a g-string and a skirt, hold-up fishnet stockings and four-inch heels. (Eleven items!)

The game started pretty evenly, with almost everyone losing one or two of the first hands… Norman was pretty lucky, and didn’t lose until everyone had lost their first three hands!

Norman… (zero items)

Uma… (one item)

Simon, Eric and Ollie… (two items)

Terry… (three items)

Lenny… (three items)

Victor… (three items)

Rita… (five items)

Tina… (seven items)

Belinda… (Eight items!)

Norman’s first dare had been to exit by the front door, to run down to the end of the street… NAKED, as he was, and to pound on a random front door for five seconds… before returning to the house, and our game. He told us that the combination of the late night cold, and of the neighbours’ shouts, had ‘…sobered me up somewhat!’ The next few hands saw our poker players as follows:

Norman… (zero items)

Uma… (one item)

Simon, Eric and Ollie… (two items)

Terry… (three items)

Lenny… (three items)

Victor… (three items)

Rita… (five items)

Tina… (seven items)

Belinda… (Eight items!)

Tina’s next few hands were disastrous, as she lost each one, until she finally lost her last item of clothing! She managed to pull a few back at that stage, until the game stood at:

Norman… (zero items)

Tina… (zero items)

Uma… (zero items)

Rita… (zero items)

Simon… (one item)

Eric and Ollie… (two items)

Terry… (two items)

Lenny… (two items)

Victor… (two items)

Belinda… (three items)

Finally, Uma’s luck ran out, and she had to agree to a forfeit!

Belinda turned to Uma, and told her that her dare was to dance, outside on the garden lawn. As if she was pole dancing in a strip club. She was very surprised, especially when they told her she would have to strip naked. She was going to say no way, but they would not let her back out.

Tina and Rita had already gone in the back yard and stripped naked, and Norman had been sent out to run a block naked. Of course, no one had seen the three of them but the girls. Uma wanted to back out, but they would not let her.

If she didn’t follow through, she might lose her friends. Uma thought some more. She decided to go all out… and damn the consequences. She came out completely naked but for her heels. She went to the middle of the lawn, and she danced slowly; turning, so everyone could see her tits, her pussy, and her arse.

Even though she was embarrassed, she was getting a little turned on, thinking that everyone there was getting to see more of her than they had ever dreamed they would. She sat back on her arse, and she spread her legs wide for them, letting them look right up to her pussy. She could feel a tingling between her legs as she did this, and she watched their eyes, as they stared right at her pussy. She reached down, and with one hand, she slowly spread her pussy lips for them.

Belinda decided that Uma was getting too confident for her own good, and secretly called a group of guys that she was friendly with. She whispered to a few of the other poker players, and they agreed to take Uma down a peg or two, once her dare was over.

When she had finished, they went back inside… they told Uma that she could put her clothes back on, as she’d completed her dare so well. While she was putting them on, and wasn’t taking notice of the other player’s actions, they grabbed Uma, and forced her down over a footstool. Belinda got two belts… and they strapped her arms to two of the legs of the footstool. They used ankle cuffs, attached to a leg-spreader bar, to immobilize her, and to force her thighs apart at the rear. Uma struggled, but couldn’t stop them, and the stool was too heavy for her to move. She was on her knees on one side, and her belly was over the stool.

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CHAPTER EIGHT.

The doorbell rang, and Belinda ran to let eight guys in. She brought them to the room that Uma was in, and they sat on either side of her. The guys stopped short when they saw Uma. Belinda handed the hot guy a pair of scissors.

“She is yours, guys.” The hot guy, who thought that Uma looked like a “nice” girl, took the scissors. He looked at Belinda.

“She’d look good naked, wouldn’t she?” He grinned, and started cutting her shorts off.

When they were in pieces, he did her top and bra, then finally her panties. Uma was again naked, but now in a private house, with eight aroused guys and her friends sitting back watching. The hot guy ran his hands up her legs to her pussy, and started rubbing Uma, then sticking a finger, then two inside her. She began to talk…

“No.”

“Don’t…”

“Stop it.”

“Leave me alone, damn it.”

But as he fingered her… she began to get wet. She couldn’t help her body reaction. As she felt herself juicing inside, and little trickles began to ooze out of her around his thrusting fingers, she said:

“Stop it you bastard!”

“Let me alone, damn it!” The guy fingered her for quite a while, as everyone watched.

They were laughing at her, hooting and hollering, as she got hotter, juicier and angrier. All of a sudden, something happened that the girls did not expect. The guy undid and unzipped his trousers, yanked them down, and pressed an impressively erect cock to her pussy. He did not care, obviously, who was there, and he pushed the head into Uma’s juicy, wet pussy.

“Oh no…, you arsehole…” Uma screamed, as she felt her pussy stretched open around the invading cock.

She was tight, but slick, and with a little effort, he was up her to his balls. He knelt behind her, eyes closed, as he felt her pussy clench on him. Then, he started fucking her. His belly hit her arse on each stroke, making her arse jiggle.

“Take it out god damn you!” she screamed as he pounded into her.

He paid no attention to her. He just kept fucking her until he couldn’t hold back. With a groan, he slammed his cock as far as could into her pussy, and she felt the squirts of his cum jetting up into her pussy.

“Oh nooooo, he’s cumming in me!” The guy held tightly onto her, as he pumped his cum into her hot, wet depths.

Then, with another groan, he pulled back… and his cock pulled out of her with a sticky, wet sound. He stood up, pulled his trousers up, and sat down with a satisfied smile on his face.

Uma was screaming to be let loose, when another guy got behind her and shoved his cock into her. He began fucking her harder than the first guy, making her tits bounce, slamming her thighs against the stool.

Uma was now starting to cry, but no one paid her any attention. They were watching a thick cock stretching her open, even her friends. Everyone watched hungrily as Uma was fucked again. The second guy lasted a little longer, but soon his cock was shooting cum into her.

As he pulled away, another came to take his place, but he looked at her hole, and asked for a towel. With Uma groaning, Belinda ran to get one. The guy took it from her, wiped her dripping pussy, and sunk another hard cock into her from behind. Not content to fuck her, he pried her arse cheeks apart, spit between them, and began rubbing her arsehole. As he got it good and wet, he forced a finger into her arse, making her shriek, as she felt her most private place violated.

Another one of the guys, who had been watching, got in front of her face, took his cock out, and pushed it against her lips. She tried to get her mouth away, but he held her head… and Belinda pinched her nose shut. In order to breath, Uma had to open her mouth, and as soon as she did, a cock was in it.

Now, Uma was plugged at both ends by hard, stiff cocks. The guy in front, fucking her mouth, did not last too long, and shortly came in her mouth. Uma choked on the cum, but he held her head, keeping his cock in her. She had no choice but to swallow or choke. She swallowed. Tears were running down her cheeks. Cum was dribbling out of her mouth. She was still being fucked with a finger, and now had two fingers up her arse.

The guy fucking her was stretching her arse open with two fingers, and she gave a sigh of relief as she felt his cock slip out of her gooey pussy. But then she shrieked again, as she felt the tip of his cock butting against her arsehole. Her shrieks became muffled, as another cock was shoved into her mouth. She felt a burning sensation, as she felt the cock at her arse slowly force her arse open, and it began to slide into her. He was surprisingly gentle, going slowly, but he did not stop until all his cock was inside her arse. Then, slowly, he pulled back and thrust into her again. Against Uma’s will, her arse began to accommodate the hard cock, until he could fuck into her as though he was in her pussy.

“God, she is tight.”

Uma was whimpering now, and before long, she took her first load of cum up her arse, followed by another in her mouth.

The next three guys took her up her pussy, and shot loads of cum into her. When all the eight guys had ‘HAD’ her, the entire room sat back and watched, as cum rolled out of her and ran down her thighs. She had cum dripping off her chin, and her arse was still slightly distended by the fucking she had got there.

The eight guys got dressed. They thanked Belinda for the ‘treat’ and the fun. They shared out all of Uma’s clothes, taking them as reminders of the occasion, and they left… grinning!

“Leave her as she is!” Belinda said. “Let’s finish the game. Maybe we can use her in our forfeits!”

“Gag her… and give me that marker pen.” Tina said.

Uma was gagged, and Tina wrote in big letters on Uma’s back:

I’ve been a naughty girl!

Please… spank me, and/or fuck my pussy and/or my arse!

FILL MY HOLES WITH CUM!

COVER MY FACE & BODY WITH JISM!

Across Uma’s bum cheeks, Tina printed the words:

BUKKAKE

SLUT!

Tina finished off by tying a thin strip of cloth across Uma’s eyes, effectively blindfolding her!

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CHAPTER NINE.

Trisha, Trixie and Tami were the first to see Uma’s helpless form, and decided to have a little fun with her.

“We’ll give her six slaps each, as the spanking she’s requesting. Then, we’ll each have her for five minutes, to do whatever we want with her, while the other two watch!” Tami said.

“Sounds like a plan!”

“I love it!”

In turn, the girls administered eighteen hard slaps to Uma’s backside, leaving it red and burning. Uma wriggled, but was too well bound to move away. Tami decided to have the first five minutes, and kneeling behind Uma, she began to play with her exposed pussy lips, caressing them gently, and pulling them apart with her fingers. Uma felt her pussy flaps getting puffy, and she was getting wet down there. Suddenly, Tami found Uma’s little nub, and started to stimulate her clit like a pro! Uma couldn’t stop her excitement, and just as Tami’s minutes ran out, Uma exploded in orgasmic lust!

Trisha was next, and immediately started licking Uma’s cunt, probing her insides with her tongue, and licking or nibbling her clitoris! During Trisha’s five minutes, she brought Uma to another six massive orgasms! Trixie had stripped naked as she’d watched, and was now wearing a huge ten-inch strap-on dildo. Before the last of Uma’s orgasms had completed, Trixie rammed her ‘cock’ into Uma’s soaking gash, all the way to its hilt! For the entire five minutes, Uma’s pussy was pounded mercilessly. Her body had no shame though, and she came a further four times, until the dildo was pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used!

Trixie had one last trick up her sleeve. She called her boyfriend, who was at a stag do locally, and told him to bring all the guys over. She told them that she, Tami and Trisha would wank them all off… but that they had to cum over the bukkake slave’s face, hair and body. After that though, they had to leave, as single men were not allowed or invited! They agreed, and said that they’d be there within minutes!

“More fun on the way girls!” she announced.

Jon, (Trixie’s boyfriend,) and ‘The Stags’ that were celebrating with him… Ritchie, Dick, Mickie, Ron, Titch, Sam, Bob, Billy, Don, Jay and Dez, soon arrived. Trixie greeted them at the front door, and showed them into the lounge. The dozen men’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, as they feasted them on the sight before them!

“Read the writing that’s on her back, and across her arse boys! Look closely! She says… ‘I’ve been a naughty girl!’ She’s asking everyone to help her with her punishment. She’s asking to pay for her naughtiness… ‘Please… spank me!’ she asks. I think that you guys should be gentlemen. Do what she asks… six slaps each should warm her hide sufficiently, before we get to the main bit!” Trisha told them.

“She also gives you her permission to ‘…fuck my pussy and/or my arse!’ We ask you to ignore her next request… ‘FILL MY HOLES WITH CUM!’ but to do what’s next asked of you… ‘COVER MY FACE & BODY WITH JISM!’ so that she’s able to fulfil her true role her tonight, the one she advertises so boldly on her bum… the ‘BUKKAKE SLUT!’” Tami says, as she grins to the boys!

“If you agree to do this, Trish, Tam and me will strip off for you, and will agree to suck and wank each of you, until you either cum on her, or are ready to use her arse and pussy till you do! You must pull out before you orgasm though, and ejaculate over her body! Agreed?” Trixie finished off.

The twelve ‘Stags’ nodded their agreement, as they leered at the helpless Uma… their ‘BUKKAKE SLUT’ and the other three stunning women! Jon looked at his girlfriend, and said:

“Strip off then… but keep your stockings and your high heels on!” Trixie replied:

“O.K. Let’s do it girls! ‘Stags’ we want you to strip from the waist down, so that we have unrestricted access to your cocks and balls!”

Trisha, Trixie and Tami were dressed in nothing but their hose and heels within moments! ‘The Stags’ followed the girl’s example, and within minutes were all naked from the waist down! Dez, (whose stag night it actually was) made a suggestion:

“One girl each side of the slut, with Trixie kneeling behind her. Trixie… you are to try to make her cum by licking her cunt and her clit, agreed?”

“Agreed!” was her reply.

Trixie was quickly positioned between Uma’s thighs, and without pause, she began orally stimulating the trapped girl’s pussy and clit. Jon took advantage of his girlfriend’s position, and pushed his hard cock into her cunt, taking her ‘doggy’ style. Ritchie and Dick stood each side of her, and she grabbed their erections, one in each hand. Tami took on Mickie, Ron, Titch, and Sam… one in her mouth, one in each hand, and one in her arse! Trisha did the same with Bob, Billy, Don, and Jay… and Dez began wanking off by Uma’s face, as he watched all the action!

Once again, Uma was unable to control her passion, and was soon having multiple orgasms over Trixie’s face and tongue! Seeing this caused Dez to lose it, and he groaned loudly, as he pumped a big load of jism all over Uma’s face and hair! Soon, each of the other ‘Stags’ followed suit, and ejaculated all over Uma’s body… until she was covered in sticky goop!

“Now we must spank her!”

One by one, the three girls and the dozen men took turns administering slaps to her bum… ninety slaps in all! Once they were finished, they kept to the agreement, got dressed, thanked the three girls, and left the party. Trisha, Trixie and Tami got dressed too, and leaving Uma still bound… and now covered with cum, they left the room to rejoin the party.

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CHAPTER TEN.

Back at Karen’s, as we watched the action taking place, I began to formulate another little plan. Karen had collected ‘Masquerade’ and ‘Venetian Ball’ masks for a number of years now, and had more than enough of them for each of us to wear. This meant that we could go to the party, a few at a time, without revealing our identities!

I decided to see if a minor ‘covert’ intrusion was possible. Jaqui and Sionna would be perfect, as I decided that going straight to Pippa would be too risky as a first attempt, and that Uma would be our first target. I explained to them my game-plan, and they giggled as they agreed to give it a go!

Jaqui and Sionna both dressed figure hugging, black Lycra mini dresses, hold-up stockings and eight inch stiletto heels. They wore neither bras nor panties, and each wore a Venetian mask to hide their faces. Jaqui told Sionna that she must act as her submissive, and put a collar on her neck to show her status. She inserted a string of Thai love-beads in Sionna’s pussy, and finished off by strapping a butterfly vibrator over her clit!

“Now that you’re ready… let’s go and party!” Jaqui ordered, as she set the vibrator’s remote control to its lowest buzz.

“Yes Mistress Jaqui.” Replied Sionna, as a small shudder of stimulation ran through her body.

As soon as they were admitted to the party, Jaqui went and found Trisha, Trixie and Tami, asking them to join the fun. Helen and Sasha came up from the basement… and they asked if they could help out. The following description is from Uma’s perceived perspective:

…She had turned my head, so I could see that the women were stripping, and a few were helping each other strap on rather large dildos.

Jaqui was helping Sionna, and as she stood behind her, she caressed Sionna’s tits and kissed her neck. When she noticed that I was being made to watch, she grabbed the dildo, and began stroking it like it was a real cock. Sionna giggled, and began bucking her hips, as if she could feel her hand stroking it. Trisha was stroking her dildo like she was jacking off… watching the two. Tami looked up at Trixie, and said:

“All right baby… work your magic.” I looked frantically between the two… tugging at the ropes again.

Trixie grinned, as she stood between my legs, and began tracing a finger along the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes, as fresh tears ran down my cheeks. Her finger continued its gentle path up my inner thigh. I didn’t want to like this, the feel of her fingers on me, but it felt so nice after all that had happened to me so far.

In spite of everything, I was beginning to enjoy the feel of her soft touch. Her finger found its way to my moistening slit… she spread my lips apart, and then I felt her hot breath on my pussy.

I kept my eyes closed. I couldn’t look at the others, afraid of what they were doing… and planning.

Her tongue slipped out, and flicked at my clit… making it hard, and making it ache. As she did this, her hands started to caress my breasts. Her tongue and fingers teased for what felt like only seconds before there was a sudden sharp pain on my clit and my nipples.

My eyes flew open; they had attached clips to my nipples and to my clit. Trixie continued to tease the tips of my nipples with her fingers… and to tease my clit with her tongue. My nipples and my clit were swelling, her tongue and fingers felt somewhat soothing, as the clips bit into my skin. I was squirming under her, getting used to the pain of the clips.

“All right… that’s enough for now.” Tami whispered into Trixie’s ear.

Trixie stood and moved to the side. Tami was standing there, wearing the largest of the dildos. My eyes were round, as I looked around, trying to see what was happening. I stopped when I saw Helen holding a camera… she was already taping everything that was happening. Tami bent down to my ear, and whispered:

“The rules of this game are… before the person stops pounding into your cunt, you have to get the woman on your mouth off.”

Before I’d even had a chance to protest, Sasha already had her pussy over my mouth, as she sat with her back towards me. I felt a dildo rip into me, making me scream. I couldn’t tell which one it was, and my screams were muffled by Sasha’s pussy.

“If you want it to stop… you’d better start licking whore.” I had no idea who’d said it… my head was swimming.

I pressed my tongue onto Sasha’s pussy. I was unsure of what to do. I had never done this before, and with the dildo being slammed into me, I couldn’t think straight. I was unable to really concentrate on what I was doing. My pussy was practically dry, as I was being fucked mercilessly.

“You’ll have to do better than that… of course, if you like being fucked like this…”

The pounding became even harder. I closed my eyes, and tried to collect myself. I took a deep breath, and I started to press my tongue into Sasha’s hole.

“Mm, that’s a little better.”

I wanted this to end fast. I had to try anything to make them cum fast. I did my best to block the pain from my mind, and to forget about the camera. I started to flick my tongue on her clit, and around the lips of her pussy. I sucked on them, and kissed them, and then I sucked on her clit again.

“Oh yeah, that’s it…” Sasha moaned over and over.

I was finding all the spots, and she began to rub her pussy over my mouth… grinding it.

I moaned and whimpered into her pussy, as the fucking continued relentlessly. Suddenly, Sasha pressed her cunt down on my face… and she began to shudder. Her cum was flowing over my lips.

“Suck it out of me Bitch, drink it all.”

As she came, she flicked and pressed at my clit, making me jump and strain at my ropes. I was screaming hard into her pussy. Once she was satisfied, she climbed off of me… and, at once, between my legs, there was Sionna, with a wicked grin on her face… as she slammed into my cunt viciously. Jaqui came over and licked at my lips.

“Oh yes Sasha… your cum tastes so sweet on her lips.”

Jaqui climbed up next, also facing away from me, but the fucking stopped momentarily… as someone else started to fuck me. On and on it went. I had started to get into licking their pussies; my cunt was even dripping by the time they had finished. Tami came over to me, still wearing her dildo.

“Of course the slut was going to like it. Now it’s time for you to clean off our dicks.” She straddled my face, and she shoved the dildo into my mouth… until I was gagging on it. Tami fucked my mouth, until she was satisfied that it was cleaned enough. Trixie and Helen, who were the last, were about to take them off, when Tami said:

“Wait… not yet, we aren’t done.” I moaned, and the ladies looked at her confused:

“There is still another hole.” Tami pressed her finger against my arsehole… I panicked.

“No, no, you can’t… please, no.” Tami slapped me hard on either side of my face.

“No one asked you for your opinion.”

I breathed in deeply. Sionna waltzed up behind Tami, and handed her a bottle of oil. She rested her chin on Tami’s shoulder, and she watched, as Tami poured oil from the bottle between my legs. They watched as the oil ran down between my arse cheeks. Sasha had the camera, and she came around, and got a shot of it. Tami went first, she pressed the tip of the dildo into my arse. I groaned loudly and tensed, she continued to press harder… finally getting the tip in.

“Oh yeah, fuck her Tami, make the whore scream.”

“Yes… fuck her arse.”

“Fuck her arse… like it has never been fucked before.”

As Tami started to fuck me again, they cheered her on. Tami’s speed picked up. I was straining against the ropes, my mouth open in a silent scream, fresh tears running down my face. The sweat was pouring down my body, and as she continued to pound my arse, her face twisted into a hateful look. The pain was becoming too much, and to make matters worse, Trixie, Trisha, and Sionna stood beside me… and each of them began playing with my nipples and my clit. Each of them was being rough and gentle at different intervals. My voice was hoarse from screaming. Tami stopped, panting.

“I have an idea… get her on her feet.”

They undid the ropes, and made me stand… my knees were weak. Two of them held me up by my arms.

“Here… throw the ropes over the rafters, and then tie her up… with her legs spread as widely apart as possible. We can fuck her arse and her pussy at the same time then!” Tami grinned, as she announced her next plan.

“Since she loves to fuck so much… I am sure she’ll love this.” She sneered.

I would have dropped to my knees, if I weren’t being held up. Once done, Tami came around behind me again, and she rubbed the tip of the dildo over my arse.

“Ok. Who wants to go first?” She asked, as she grabbed at my tits.

Helen stepped forward.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

“Hold her arse cheeks apart for me.” Tami asked.

Helen held my arse cheeks apart, and Tami ran the tip of her strap-on over my arse hole. She then slid it in again, holding it deeply inside me, until Helen had entered me. Helen pressed hard into my pussy, holding my face between her hands, as they began to fuck me. She licked at my lips, and she held my head back, so that I had to look her into her eyes.

All I could feel were their hands, as they were stroking my body… and the two large dildos that were fucking me. It was too much… it didn’t take long for me to pass out. I was exhausted, and the pain was just too much. When I came to, I was laying on the floor, with my hands tied behind my back. Jaqui came over to me… and she knelt down.

“You wrecked our fun… but that’s ok. We still have a whole weekend ahead of us.” Trixie came over.

“Come on, let’s move her.” They had moved me over to the TV.

They sat me on the floor, making me sit with my legs straight out in front of me, and my back against the couch. Everyone came into the living room, and they sat down on the couch.

“We have a little show for you.” Trixie told me.

When they had all settled, they turned on the TV. What flashed across the screen made me gasp. They were making me watch what they had recorded. I had tried to look away, but one of them had pulled my head up by my hair.

Jaqui looked directly into one of the hidden spy-cameras, and we saw her on the monitor, as she signalled to us that her mission was a success. Seeing this, I decided to go ahead with our second, riskier covert action!

Alice would remain to monitor the surveillance recordings, whilst Karen, Katarina, Marissa and I would join the party, dressed exactly as Jaqui and Sionna were, and masked to hide our true identities! Katarina and I decided to take on the roles of Dominatrix, with Karen as Kat’s sub, and Marissa as mine. With collars and leashes attached, we led our slave girls into the party. Walking straight through the house, I led the group directly into the back garden.

Tracy, the PVC Catwoman, Shelle, in her stockings, Suze, the nurse, Debs, in her school uniform, Lynne, the Leather bitch, and Julie, the tart were still playing with Pippa’s helpless body… and each other! Jaqui and Sionna joined the four of us in the garden… and we asked the girls if we could join them in playing with the party slut.

“Sure, the more the merrier! We’ve been playing a game of dares with each other. Trying to outdo one another, as to how far we’ll go with the things we do… and, how far we can push it with the things we do to this poor slut!” Tracy replied.

“Why don’t you start as we did? Give the slut what she deserves. Spank her butt… here, use these birch twigs to warm up her hide. She loves it. I guarantee it! We’ve all done it to her… and she gets a hard-on when we do!” Lynne added.

Katarina and Jaqui immediately took up the offer, each birching Pippa with a dozen strokes! True to Lynne’s claim, my husband’s alter ego could not control its excitement, and Pippa came erect before us!

“Shall we carry on playing ‘dares’ ladies?” Julie suggested.

“Our only rule is that if any of us refuse a dare, the others can choose a forfeit in its place… which cannot be turned down!” Shelle explained to us all.

“OK, as long as we are allowed to keep our masks on!” I added.

We all agreed to the rules, and the game began!

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CHAPTER ELEVEN.

“Sionna, I dare you to lie down, with your face up, by Pippa’s feet. I’m going to set your butterfly clip up a notch, and you’ll lick any pussy that sits on your face!” Jaqui said.

“Julie, I dare you to sit on her face, while you keep Pippa hard with your mouth!” Lynne added.

“You and you…” Suze said, pointing at me and at Marissa, “Strip your dresses off, and sixty-nine each other for us to watch!”

“Karen, you and the nurse use this double ended dildo on each other!” I requested.

“Katarina, you, Catwoman and the leather Domme… take turns spanking Pippa’s arse and inner thighs!” Karen dared.

We all began doing as dared… and soon, the garden was a hotbed of writhing sexual action! Candy, Rita and Tina wandered onto our patch, and were soon involved… touching, licking and kissing our bodies. Marissa and I soon had TS cocks in our cunts… and Tina made up a threesome with Karen and Suze!

Katarina, Tracy and Lynne administered Pippa’s CP in a variety of ways. Initially, they simply spanked him, using an open palm. Once his cheeks were nicely warm and reddened, they upped the ante a little, and began strapping his rear with a leather belt. Having patterned his bum with red and pink stripes, they chose to give him a sound birching. Using the bunch of twigs that had been collected earlier, they placed a good couple of dozen strokes across Pippa’s backside… and her inner thighs. Julie stopped her blow job, and pointed at Pippa’s rampant member, saying:

“Unbelievable. The harder you punish her, the more excited she becomes! Her cock is so fat now that she’s fit to burst! I want a go. I’ll use that bamboo cane in the earth there… twelve crisscrossing strokes, hard and slow, so that she can appreciate each one!”

“Go for it girl, give her a good hard caning, and to test your theory, I’ll use my mobile to video her from the front. We’ll see if her cock swells at each stroke… and we’ll catch the expressions on her face too!” Tracy said, passing the bamboo cane to Julie, and setting her mobile to video.

Most of the group stopped what they were doing, and sat on the lawn to watch Pippa’s caning. Marissa and I got on all fours, facing Pippa’s body, and told our two TS cocks to swap partners, and to continue fucking us… doggy style, while we watched the caning! I was delighted to be watching my husband being punished, and was becoming hornier than ever, knowing I was getting fucked right in front of him… without him even knowing!

The caning began, and we all laughed, as we saw that Julie was right. With each stroke, her cock twitched and swelled with excitement! Peter and Marc wandered into the garden, to see what all the noise was about. I couldn’t resist the temptation to see my husband in a gay sex act… and to have it on tape! Calling the gay couple over, I asked:

“It would be a shame to waste that hard-on, wouldn’t it? If we bring the table out, and put it in front of her, you’d be about the right height to push your arse back on it… and feel it swell up inside you as she’s caned! I’d love to see her made to pleasure you like that. Will you do it for us?”

“Sure, it sounds like fun!” Marc replied.

The table was placed perfectly, and as a bonus, Peter whispered something in Marc’s ear. Marc nodded his agreement and Peter stripped off. He stood upright on the table top, and his groin was exactly by Pippa’s face. He pushed his cock in her mouth, and face fucked her until he shot his load… right down her throat! He didn’t remove his dick until she’d swallowed every drop. We all cheered and clapped. He climbed down, and a ‘naked’ Marc took his place, on all fours, with his arse against Pippa’s throbbing cock! Peter helped position Pippa’s erection, and he held it in place, as Marc pushed his rim onto it. He pushed it in to the hilt, and then began to ride it, moving back and forth very slowly. Lynne looked at Julie, and said:

“I think that you should start the caning again from scratch. Another twelve strokes, from the beginning!”

“Good idea, she obviously likes it, so I think I’ll make it double. Twenty four strokes… and see if she can do it without cumming… or else, I’ll double it again, to forty eight! Do you understand Pippa? I challenge you NOT to cum until after the last stroke. Do you accept my challenge, Pippa?”

“Yes Mistress, I accept.”

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CHAPTER TWELVE.

I wanted my husband to lose his bet, and to get the harsher caning, so I used the opportunity to make it more difficult for Pippa, and said to Marc:

“Marc, I challenge you to try your hardest to make the slut cum… as quickly as you can! Do you accept my challenge?”

“Sure, I love a dare!” he answered, with a big grin on his face.

As Julie began the caning, I noticed that Marc was now clenching his buttocks when he pushed back on Pippa’s hard cock, and he seemed to have increased the pace of his pumping action!

Rita was now pumping into my pussy with wild abandon, and as she did, she hit my g-spot… that was enough to push me over the edge, and I had a massive multiple orgasm… bucking and wriggling on Rita’s massive cock! I screamed and wailed with passion and pleasure, pushing my dripping pussy back onto her man-clitty. Oblivious to how hard my body was jumping around, I failed to feel the movement of my mask, as it slowly slipped off my face, revealing my true identity to my shocked husband, as he stared directly at me!

“Oh well… no need for our masks anymore girls! Let my ‘feminized’ submissive husband see who knows about his dirty little secrets! Karen, Katarina, Marissa, Jaqui, and Sionna… take off your masks… and please will one of you fetch Alice over? Let’s help Marc by teasing my Pippa, by stroking and kissing her!”

Karen found a camera in an empty bathroom, and told Alice to come join the fun. The added stimulation that we girls lavished on Pippa was just too much for her to cope with. Just as Julie plied her twenty first stroke… Pippa let out a loud moan, as she spilled a huge quantity of her jism into Marc’s anal passage.

“He’s cum! I can feel him spilling his seed into me!” Marc called out.

“You know what that means, don’t you Pippa?” Julie asked the helpless slave.

“Yes Mistress… Instead of just receiving three more strokes… I will now get a further twenty seven!”

“Get her down from the tree. I want her to dress in another outfit, and we’ll parade her through the house. That way, we can stretch the caning out for longer, and let the others see her being punished!” I suggested.

We tied Pippa’s hands in front of her with some rope, leaving a length which we used to lead her about with, pulling her along to where her other clothes were laid out. Freeing her hands, I told her to freshen up her make up, putting it on very heavily, so that she would be recognized as the slut that she really was, and to wear the ‘The Leather Slave-girl’ gear. Once she was changed and ready, in her skimpy strap and chain leather gear, I said:

“Take off your panties. I want your cock out at all times, and your naked bum available to anybody!” Pippa blushed, as I humiliated her publicly.

“Wank for us. I want you erect at all times!” I ordered.

“Yes Helen.” I slapped her face.

“That’s Mistress to you, slut! From today on, until the day you die… or I give you to someone else… you are no longer my husband, but my slave. Girls, do me a favour… get ALL of Philip’s male clothing and pile it up on the floor. I mean everything… shirts, trousers, boxers, socks, shoes… the lot! From today, you will only wear female clothing, which I will choose for you!”

I cuffed Pippa to the bed-head, as we gathered all the men’s clothing that was in the house. We threw it all out of the window into the back garden. Leaving Pippa to sweat, we piled out back, and put his clothes in a big pile at the end of the garden. I got the firelighters from our barbecue set, and we burned the lot! We went and got Pippa, and removed the handcuffs. I placed a collar around her neck, and attached a leash to it.

“Get your clit hard, slut! I’ve already told you once! Julie, six strokes with your cane please. Pippa, obey your orders at once… or pay the price!”

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

Her arse burning once again, I led my new slave to find the other guests. We found Victor and Terry, another gay couple, with Lenny and Norman, two bisexual sub males. They were all naked, and sported impressive erections.

“Hi guys, the girls and I want a show to watch… so, Pippa here has offered to do anything you tell her to! As long as we can watch. Are you interested?”

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“On your knees! Lenny, suck her cock! Terry, you and Norman stand either side. Pippa, wank them off, one in each hand. Now, suck on this!”

Victor rammed his cock in her mouth, and started fucking her face. Jaqui turned to Alice, and dared her:

“Alice, I dare you to take your knickers off, and then to push one end of this double-ended dildo up Pippa’s arsehole, while you take the other end in yours. Fuck each other like that, rear end to rear end, while Rita here uses her TS cock to face-fuck your mouth!” As with every other dare that the girls had given her, Alice quickly complied!

Rita willingly found Alice’s moist lips with her growing ‘man-clit’ and entered her mouth, coaxing her on:

“Good girl, Alice… Help me get my clit hot and horny! Use that tongue… Suck me gently!”

Rita soon found her rhythm, and was pumping her long clit in and out of Alice’s face. The action made Alice’s body push against Pippa’s bum, and forced the connecting dildo deeply into her rear. In turn, this forced Pippa’s mouth to swallow the cock that was in it more deeply! She gagged a little, but soon adjusted her neck muscles, and began to deep-throat Victor’s massive weapon!

The added stimulation caused Victor to lose control, and he grunted loudly. Grabbing Pippa’s head, he made one final lunge, as he gushed his seed into her open throat, forcing her to swallow the lot!

“Terry, swap places with me. We’re all going to make her swallow our juices! Pippa, you will get me hard again with your hand. I want your arse next!” Victor said.

Terry moved to Pippa’s front, and pushed his hard cock into her mouth. Victor stood beside her, and wrapped her fingers around his limp shaft. At the other end, Rita swapped with Candy, explaining:

“Take over here, Candy love! I want to keep my tranny cream for Pippa to swallow!” Candy and Rita swapped places, as Rita kept her dick-clit pumped up by slowly stroking its shaft. “Victor, let me have Pippa’s mouth next, will you? I’m about ready to give her a big load!”

“Sure thing!” he agreed. “Norman, let Pippa keep Rita hard with her hand! You swap places with Lenny, sucking her off… Don’t let her cum though! Norman, you go and stick your prick into Candy’s arse!”

As the new positions were being taken up, Terry made a loud noise. He grabbed Pippa by her ears, and shot his load into her face, and stayed put until she had swallowed once again! Rita immediately replaced Terry, shoving her tranny-clit deeply into Pippa’s waiting lips. She wasn’t able to hold out for long, and seconds later, filled Pippa with her sticky goop! Lenny stopped giving Pippa head, and again, he shot jism into Pippa’s face in seconds. Norman was next, as he stopped fucking Candy, and shot a load down Pippa’s throat! Candy was last, and took longer, giving Pippa a good hard throat fucking, before pulling out of her mouth, and releasing the final load of semen over her face and her hair! Victor pushed Alice and her dildo out of Pippa’s arse, and rammed his new erection in its place. He fucked Pippa hard, shoving into her, right to the hilt. He came quickly, all over her back and her bum!

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

Karen was quite sizzled by this point, and she stuck her fingers into Pippa’s well stretched arsehole, and said:

“As you can see, this little BITCH is aching for more. You can tell by the way she pushes back against my fingers that she wants to be taken.”

I replaced her fingers with my own. I slowly slid two fingers all the way inside, and pushed them deep inside my little sissy/slut. After a couple of minutes, I said:

“Okay, now she feels relaxed enough to fuck. Does anyone else want to slide their fingers inside her… to see what a relaxed arse would feel like?”

There were a couple of women who volunteered, giggling as they donned surgical gloves, and inserted fingers inside my now blushing… and totally willing slut. In fact, she was getting thoroughly excited by all the attention, and her voice was getting high… and she was moaning like a girl’s girl.

Next, I demonstrated fastening the strap-on harness that I’d selected, and my assistant slut snapped the harness closed for me… although probably a little weak in the knees.

I had her select a dildo for the harness. She selected a nice beaded silicon anal plug, which had graduated beads, and was about 6 inches long. The end bead was about 1 inch thick, and the one at the base was closer to FOUR inches around. I slipped the beaded anal plug into the strap-on harness, and I explained that plugs or dildos could be used in the harness, as long as there was a base of some kind on them. Again, I demonstrated the use of lots of lube on the toy.

I pushed the now trembling slut down, so that she was leaning with her hands on a chair. Her side was to the audience, so that everyone could see what I was doing… and could see her expression as well.

I held the beaded toy in my hand and rubbed it against her arse. I commented that it was fun to tease with the strap-on, until the bottom begged to have it inserted… by just rubbing the round lubricated end of it against their arse. I also suggested that particularly an oral submissive might also do well to have their oral fixation fulfilled… as well as their anal one.

“Gags work well, but… you must be sure that your submissive has a safe signal, since their mouth will be filled. Or perhaps, if you have willing volunteers, a nice juicy cock to suck on might work very well.”

I was looking at the shy 25 year old hunk in the room, and thinking that I’d love to see him get his dick sucked. I asked him directly:

“Would you like to volunteer?” He replied… feeling a little embarrassed:

“Yes, I would.” As he stepped forward and pulled down his trousers, I watched his nine inch cock spring out of his shorts.

“Mm.” I thought to myself that I would really enjoy the sight of that big juicy cock getting sucked. I told my sissy/slut friend:

“Suck it for me you little bitch.”

I knew my friend was eager to please me. I watched her amateurish licking tongue, as she eagerly devoured the hunk’s throbbing shaft. She began to get the hang of it, and I noticed that our guests were getting noticeably turned on, and some were openly masturbating as they watched. Our session seemed to be turning into a circle jerk.

I rubbed the beaded toy more firmly against the slut’s tight little hole, and pressed forwards, until I watched the first round bead, slick with lube, disappear into the slut’s tight arse-cunt. I pressed a little harder, and the second one slipped a little more tightly inside, stretching her tight little arse-pussy wide. I pulled out… and then pushed slowly back in, watching the two beads disappearing in and out of her.

She was totally turned on right now, and was moaning on the hot cock in her mouth, and pushing back against the toy in her arse. I pushed a little deeper, and I watched the third bead slip inside. It was still only a little more than half way in.

A good 2 ½ inches were still not inside. The third bead was really good and tight though, and I hesitated at stretching him/her any wider. I fucked the little slut good and proper, watching those three beads disappear in and out of her tight little arse.

I could tell that the hunk was going to unload soon. I reached around and started milking my little sissy’s cock really fast. I wanted her to cum when that stud filled her mouth up with warm creamy cum. I rubbed her softly and quickly. I stroked and milked her swollen clit, until I could feel cum rising up inside. It was now or never. I firmly pushed the last bead inside my horny little slut, as I milked her cock of its cum. Just as she was moaning and growling against the stud’s cock, he shot as well, filling her mouth well. I watched, as it dribbled out the corners of her mouth.

“Mm. What a good little sex toy bitch. What satisfaction and power you give to your Mistress when you submit.”

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

Just as we finished with this room, I heard the front door bell ring. We all decided to go downstairs, and see who was in the lounge. Leading the cum-covered Pippa to the hallway, I ordered:

“Leave the spunk on your face and body, so it can be seen what a cum-slut you are! Let whoever is at the door in. bring them into the lounge to join the rest of us!”

Pippa opened the door, greeting the new guests with… ‘Welcome… I am Pippa, the party sex-slave. I will do ANYTHING that I am told to do. Use me, in any way, to make your stay more enjoyable.’

As they entered the lounge, I saw who had arrived. Lita, our ex-Au Pair, with four other girls, her drinking buddies from our local pub… Shelley, a tall blonde Essex girl… Jana, also a tall blonde, but from Norway… Leanna, a third tall blonde, from Sweden, and Carmen, a shapely Spanish girl. I knew each of the five girls, but more was the point that each of them knew me… and they all knew my husband, Philip… as we were Lita’s old employers!

They often dropped in to see us after the pub, and we’d normally end up playing drinking games or strip poker together. Usually we’d all end up very pissed, sitting around in at most our underwear, talking about sex! I knew that the girls were all bi, and were very broad minded, but I didn’t know what they would make of our swingers… or of Philip’s transformation into Pippa!

They were already pretty playful, as they’d been drinking all the evening, and I was sure that they hadn’t yet realized who it was that had let them in. I drew the following people aside… Karen, Alice, Katarina, Marissa, Jaqui, and Sionna… Lita, Shelley, Jana, Leanna, and Carmen. I told them to meet me in the loft, and asked them to try to get rid of anyone that was already there.

“Pippa and I will be right up!” I said. “We’ll use the loft as our own special room… where we all know each other. The swingers can have the rest of the place!”

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

Leash in hand, I led Pippa all the way to the top of our house, stopping only once… at the room with Pippa’s clothes and make-up. I ordered Pippa to fix her make up, change her wig for a shorter blonde one, and then to become ‘The Sexy Secretary/Office Girl’ this time.

“You must look respectable on the outside, but will wear your skimpiest sexy underwear beneath these clothes! Wear panties this time, and hide your clit! Oh, and wear your highest heels!”

“Yes Mistress Helen!”

I was amazed at how well Philip could feminize his body. In his new outfit and make up, with the more stylishly cut wig, and the few items of jewellery that he’d chosen… Philip had become ‘Pippa’ the office-girl. What was shocking to me though was that if I saw Pippa in public, I would honestly think that she was a real woman! As we walked into the loft, Alice locked the door behind us, so that none of the swingers would be able to interrupt us. Turning to Lita, Shelley, Jana, Leanna, and Carmen, I said:

“Girls, allow me to introduce you to Pippa. I think that you may have met her before… don’t any of you recognize her?” A series of mumbled ‘No’ ‘I don’t think so’ ‘I can’t remember her’ and some head shakes followed my question. “Pippa, tell your friends who you really are. Explain everything to them… in detail, including your future status!”

My feminized husband looked horrified. Blushing at the humiliation of what he must do, he began to speak:

“I am Pippa, the party sex-slave. I will do ANYTHING that I am told to do. Use me, in any way, to make your stay more enjoyable. You girls know me better as Philip, Helen’s husband.” The girls looked shocked, but soon began smiling, as they realized how they could have fun with the situation! “Helen caught me out going to local swingers parties. I was only allowed to attend, because I agreed to dress up in any outfit that the organisers chose for me. It all started as a bit of fun, but they soon had me feminized, and attending as the TV sex-slave… available to any of their guests. Helen, and her friends, which I expect, will now include the five of you… have decided that from today on, I will be permanently feminized! I am now the group sex-slave!”

“Pippa, hike your skirt up over your hips. Now… Bend over and touch your toes! Stay in that position until you are told otherwise! Ladies… As the newest members of our little group, and as Pippa’s newest Mistresses, I think that you should all stamp your authority over her. Please spank her bum. Give her at least six slaps each. Castigation will consist of any form of listed ‘corporal punishment’ chosen by each of you. Punishments may be… Spanking: You may use your hand, a hairbrush, a shoe/slipper, a belt, a taws, or a wet towel… Caning: You may use a cane, birch twigs, or a bamboo stick… Or, finally… Whipping: You may use a leather bull-whip, or a cat-o-nine tails.”

Pippa assumed her position, as instructed, and awaited her punishment. Lita was first, and gave Pippa six gentle slaps with the palm of her hand.

“You can hit her much harder than that!” Jaqui said. “We punished her earlier this evening, and discovered that she enjoys it!”

“It’s true.” Katarina continued. “The harder she’s punished, the bigger her cock gets!”

Shelley seemed excited at the prospect of heating up Pippa’s arse, and asked me to pass her the leather taws. She slowly used it to whack Pippa’s cheeks a dozen times, leaving them red and heated! Unable to control her reaction, Pippa’s man-clitty began to swell up!

“Look, it’s true! She’s getting an erection!” Shelley gasped, pointing at the bulge in Pippa’s knickers.

Jana chose a birching, and let rip with a dozen more strokes. At this point, Pippa’s hard on slipped free of its material prison, and began twitching for us all to see. Leanna chose a cane and six lines soon appeared on the reddened cheeks! Seeing how excited Pippa was getting, Carmen chose the bull whip, giving Pippa six hard lashes… this time, across her back!

“Stand up! Take off your skirt and your panties!” Pippa obeyed, and we all saw that she was now sporting a rampant erection!

“Wank off for us! Don’t cum though!” I ordered.

We watched, as Pippa put on a show for us all!

She began by tickling her shaft gently with her red glossy fingernails, lightly scratching upwards from the base, and then gently scratching the bulbous, swollen head, making it jerk to her touch. She then grabbed her erection with the palm of her right hand, squeezing the swollen bulb at its tip with mellow pumps.

Carmen turned the bull-whip in her hand, so that she held the thick leather handle forward. She took a jar of Vicks ‘Vaporub’ from the top of the dresser, and opened it. She applied the greasy mentholated gel onto the end of the whip’s handle, and pushing Pippa slightly forwards, she inserted the end of the leather bit into Pippa’s arsehole. She forced it past her rim, and pushed it up, into her anal passage.

Pippa’s face showed the shock that she felt, as the menthol began to do its work, increasing the stimulation that she was getting, and making the thick leather pole of the whip’s handle feel as if it was getting thicker inside of her. Carmen continued to force the handle up into Pippa’s rear-end, until it left only the pliable rope of the whip externally showing. This now made Pippa seem to have a tail! Karen and Sionna were whispering to each other, until Karen said to me:

“I know someone that you should call and invite over! The one person that I’m certain would want to see your husband being humiliated like this… The only person that I know that never liked him… Your mother, Susan!” An evil grin crossed my face, and I agreed, replying:

“Tie her up, over the table top, so her tail stays put. I’ll call mum now!” Susan arrived within ten minutes and I made her keep her eyes closed as I showed her into the loft.

“You can open them now mum… SURPRISE!” As mum saw Pippa for the first time, she laughed, asking:

“Congratulations! Are you going to keep your husband like this?”

“Oh, yes mum! We’ve already destroyed all of Phil’s male clothing, so that from now on he’ll be known as Pippa, and will always be attired in whatever feminine clothing that is chosen for him/her!”

“Good! I’ve always wanted him to be force-femmed! Ever since I began to suspect him of stealing my undergarments! He/she’ll make a good slave, I think!”

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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

“You’ve got something in mind, haven’t you mum?” Helen replied.

“What are you planning Susan?” Karen asked.

“Well, first of all, he/she must remain fully feminized until we say otherwise! We’ll keep him dressed up as our fully feminized, cross dressed, transvestite slut and sex-slave!” Susan told her accomplices.

“I like it.” Helen responded.

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

“Like what?” Helen asked.

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

“It’s a bit severe… but, it sounds like a plan to me!” Susan agreed. “It would certainly teach him a lesson!”

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

“We don’t even need to go to the salon… I have a friend who is a beautician… I’m sure that she’d come over and do the necessary!”

“Excellent!” Karen noted.

“Let’s go ahead and do it all!” Susan replied.

The following is told by Pippa:

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

“Look girls… We’ve excited our girl’s ‘slave!’ Her ‘boy-clitty’ is hard and throbbing!” Karen said, excitedly!

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

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

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

“Yes, let’s do it!” Karen agreed.

“Okay then, I will!” Helen agreed!

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

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

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

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

Shock showed on her face!

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

“Is he willing to undergo these alterations?” Alicia asked Helen.

“Yes… He feels that he has no alternative!” Helen replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“As Pippa is now completely unable to move her head… I think that we should begin with her eyebrows.” Alicia told the others.

The others each nodded their consent, and Alicia began her work on me.

My already thinned eyebrows were plucked pencil thin, and were shaped into a high arch over my eyes. Once this had been completed, Alicia tattooed over them, making them a permanent feature of my face!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great idea! Yes, let’s do it!” was the unanimous reply.

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

“I think that Pippa’s trying to tell us what a good idea this is!”

All of the women laughed at this.

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

“She’s ready now ladies. Shall we get her dressed again?” Alicia prompted the others.

“Yes, let’s!” Helen replied.

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

“Oh yes! Good idea.” Helen agreed.

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

“Would you like to stay for Pippa’s ‘initiation’ Alicia? We would love for you to join us, in becoming one of Pippa’s Mistresses!” Susan enquired.

“Yes, I’d love to. It would be an honour and a privilege.” Alicia responded.

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

“Yes… and then would you use this to lubricate her arsehole? I have a little surprise in store for our new ‘toy’ girl’s. Mother and I will only be gone for a few minutes.” Helen added.

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

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

I couldn’t believe it, as I felt my cock hardening in response to this stimulation… I felt both elated, and yet shamed and humiliated, at my inability to stop my cock from becoming hard… throbbing wildly, as I grew a rampant hard-on! I knew that this obvious response would only further incite my women captors… but I was completely incapable of controlling my growing exhilaration!

Apprehension and horror flowed through me, as I realized that my prick had enlarged to the point where it was now touching Karen’s fingers, as she finger fucked my rear end! I could feel it rubbing against them, through the fabric of my Cache-Sex!

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

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

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

“Who wants to go first girls?” Susan asked, “How about you, Karen? Didn’t he try to fuck you at the Christmas party? I think it would be ironic if you were his… sorry, HER first, don’t you?”

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

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

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

“Shall I show Pippa what’s in store for her?” Helen asked.

“Why not?” Karen agreed.

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

“Strip off then Karen…” Helen urged, “And then put this on!”

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

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

“Yes,” Alicia piped up, “And let’s face it… men always expect their women to service their cocks!”

“It’ll be my pleasure to show you how we do it, Pippa.” Karen finished.

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

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

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

“I’d love it!” Alicia replied, obviously excited at the prospect.

“Strip off too then Alicia…” Helen urged, “And then put this one on for us!”

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

Once more, I stared, as Alicia slipped into the strap-on dildo… and as Susan tightened it around her waist and hips, buckling it shut onto her groin. Susan approached each of the women. She handed each one a pair of high-heels, requesting that they don them, and explaining that naked women always looked far sexier in heels. She followed this by whispering to each one, and confirming with each of them what she had planned for them to do.

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

Alicia and Karen complied at once… donning their masks, and thus hiding their identities from the camera. The ball-gag was removed from my mouth, but was immediately replaced by Alicia’s Latex cock.

I felt my panties being moved to one side at the rear, and Karen gradually began to enter me, pushing her strap-on, gently into my arse.

Slowly, I felt her filling my rear… pushing in the cock-head first of all, and then little by little, moving the shaft in and out of me! I felt the skirt of my mini-dress being pushed up, over my hips, thus exposing my bum-cheeks to view. Karen withdrew the dildo from my backside. I suddenly felt something slapping my cheeks! I tried to yelp, but Alicia was still fucking my mouth with her fake dick, and I only managed a muffled:

“Mmmmmmphhhhh!”

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

“Pippa’s punishment will consist of her arse being spanked by each one of us.” Helen took over the instructions, which mother and daughter had obviously discussed in length whilst they’d been alone upstairs.

“I’ve decided on the order that I want us to use. I will go first, spanking him with my hands… Karen will be second, and will use a leather belt. She will then swap places with Alicia, filling Pippa’s mouth with her strap-on. She will be third in-line, and I thought that she should spank him with the back of her hairbrush… a nice touch, as she’s a beautician! My mother Susan will take last place, and she will use her favourite implement… one that I felt many times in my youth… One that she will fetch in a moment from the tree in my back garden… A bunch of young, bendy birch twigs!”

“How many strokes can we give him… sorry, ‘her…’ each?” Alicia asked.

“Karen, I’ll allow you to choose. A minimum of six. A maximum of twenty-four… EACH!” Helen presented Karen with the choice.

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

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

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and I heard them return. They strode around to face me, and I was shocked to see them both dressed in leather ‘Catwoman’ outfits… their faces masked… their bodies covered in skin-tight leather, and with each of them wearing thigh high boots that must have sported at least eight” heels! Once again, I felt Karen slide out of me. This time though, Helen took up her position behind me. Her hand began to administer my spanking, each stroke falling slowly, and each slightly harder than before! By the twelfth stroke, my arse cheeks were aflame! Still, I was unable to scream! The next twelve fell, covering both my cheeks… and the insides of my thighs!

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

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

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

Alicia obviously relished the idea of spanking a submissive, cross dressed ‘sex-slave’ with the brush that she regularly used on her clients at work.

“I’ll always think of this moment, when I use this brush to style my ladies’ hair.”

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

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

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

“You’d better punish this slut properly mum, because she’s getting all excited again!”

“Don’t you worry darling,” Susan replied… “I’m going to take my time with this one! Do you think that this deserves ‘double’ strokes, ladies?” she asked.

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

‘Forty-eight strokes…’ I thought, ‘I don’t know if I can take this!’

Slowly, and with much precision, Susan began my birching!

On her twelfth stroke, she moved away, and whispered something to my wife! Helen nodded, and Susan returned… only to rip my knickers off, leaving my throbbing ‘clit’ hanging down beneath my body!

I’d expected her to continue birching me, but before she did, I felt her brushing something the length of my cock… and across my balls. She pulled it away from my body, and showed me what she was using! I tried to scream, but Karen was still gagging me with her fake penis…

“AAAAArrrghhhh… MMMMmmppphhhhh!” I screamed into my gag!

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

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

“Thrash her some more… the dirty slag’s enjoying it!” Helen called out.

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

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

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CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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

Complying with my orders, I stripped to my underwear, and waited for my new clothing to be given to me. Helen handed me a pack of folded clothing.

I looked at the items that she had handed me, and I blushed… seeing that it was a sexy ‘French-maid’s’ outfit… one that I had purchased a few months before, as a gift for Helen… from the Anne Summers ‘sex’ catalogue!

It consisted of a very short, black satin dress, with a white apron, which covered the skirt of the dress at the front, and had a small bib across the bust area… and, which had a lacy, frilly maid’s hat for me to wear! The skirt barely covered my groin… showing the lacy tops of my hold-up stockings, and about an inch and a half of skin, at the top of my thighs!

Susan handed me a pair of thong panties, which barely held my manhood between my legs, and told me to put them on.

Alicia forced my arms behind me, and cuffed them together, with handcuffs that had pink feathers around the wrists!

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

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

Grinning, they both went upstairs to dress.

“Now for your surprise punishment.” Susan said, “We’re going out for a drink at the local pub.”

I couldn’t believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up and trying to scare me. They were succeeding too.

“You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don’t for a moment think that we might hesitate to punish you, just because we’re in a public place. We would and we will, should you falter in your obeisance. Should you outright refuse us anything, we may be forced to let slip a little something regarding your true gender!” The trap was complete; nothing could make me disobey them now.

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

“Don’t forget the video camera, Alicia.” Slipped in Mistress Karen as she pulled open the front door.

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

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

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

The place was loud and rough looking with a large car parks both front and back. The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area.

My mind raced as my wife turned and said to us all:

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!” Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the doormen.

I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guy’s hand.

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

“Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm.” Added Mistress Alicia.

“In fact, we’ll be looking for any opportunity, darling.” Said my wife.

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

“You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave ‘girl…’ aren’t you dear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get to it girl,” She said, “I’m feeling good and randy!”

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

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CHAPTER TWENTY.

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

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

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

The small car park was quite full… which surprised me, as it was now late evening, and was quite dark outside. There were about eight cars and three trucks parked here, plus of course our small group of people.

Next to the car park was a small building. It consisted of two public toilets, one male and the other female. It also had a little café, which was now closed. Behind the toilet block was a path, leading to a small picnic area, surrounded by trees. Susan handed me an envelope… and she said:

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

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

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

“Walk more slowly, Slut!” Her voice sounded as loud as thunder in the open car park.

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

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

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

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

“Looking for a good time,” or…

“I want to get my cock sucked.”

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

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

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

I stood back and read it, it said:

‘Cock-hungry TV Slut…

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

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

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

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

I read the note again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, that’s me.”

“And… you want to get fucked in the mouth? …and in the arse?” he said.

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

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

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

“Well, bitch… What are you waiting for? Suck it,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m cumming.”

Knowing what Mistress would expect of me, I quickly let the cock I was sucking on out of my mouth, and I turned my head to face the guy.

As I did, the first shot of spunk flew out of his cock, hitting me across the face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was virtually naked now, only the heels and stockings remained… and they were stained with spunk, and were ripped to shreds. My face had almost no make-up left, just a layer of spunk that covered my face, my neck, and my false tits. My hair was sticking to me… because it too was covered in spunk.

A large pool of spunk had formed on the seat where me arse had been, and as I stood up, I felt the spunk running down my legs from my sore arse. As I stood up on my shaking legs, Mistress Alice and Mistress Susan appeared… video camera in hand.

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

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, we’d like that.” Susan replied at once. “How many more could you bring over?”

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

“Sure,” Helen replied, “the more the merrier!”

“Great, we’ll make a few calls… where do we meet you?” Helen gave the guys our home address… and the party… make that the orgy… was scheduled to start again for those of us who had gone out, in two hours!

As soon as we got home, I was instructed to strip and to bathe. Once my bath was finished, and I had dried off, the women covered me in scented lotion, leaving my skin soft and sensuous, and my body femininely perfumed. They changed my look, gluing a short blonde wig to my head, instead of the long black one that I’d worn previously. It was styled in the ‘Purdy’ bob, and looked very sexy. My silicon breasts were once again stuck to my hairless chest, using the adhesive bond.

I began by putting on my fishnet, hold-up stockings. I followed this with a bra, which held my silicon ‘falsies’ in place. Once again, I pulled on a pair of ‘Sex-Cache’ knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing. I decided to wear my waist-clincher again… the corset that I’d bought, which reduced my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches!

Helen decided that this time, I should wear the ‘sexy’ schoolgirl uniform that she’d purchased at an Anne Summers party… only recently!

It was made up of a micro-mini blue skirt, a see-through white blouse, white ankle socks, and a straw boater! I was told to wear my four inch heels, as they were white, and they were styled as strapped sandals.

The sides of my wig were tied into pig-tails, and I was made to sit at my wife’s make up table… for the finishing touches.

The foundation went on quite thickly over my face and my neck. I used super-lengthening mascara on my already very long ‘fake’ lashes. I delicately applied three shades of pink colour to my lids, dark on the outsides, blending to a very pale pink over my eyes by my nose. I added some pale pink blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I covered the already tattooed colouring with an ‘extreme-shine’ lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my very luscious mouth.

The final effect made me look like a ‘fantasy schoolgirl’ hooker! Alice placed my collar and leash around my neck… and I was ready to go!

Helen and Susan handed me a card, and said:

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

“Yes Mistress.”

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

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good girl, Pippa.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” Janet giggled.

She spanked me quickly, and ferociously, tanning my hide until it was pink and burning!

As I straightened up, I noticed that Mike had stripped off his trousers, and that his cock was poking through his boxer shorts, already semi erect.

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

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

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

Six men and four women entered the house.

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ve hit the jackpot everyone! This is going to be a MENTAL party!”

“Yeah,” shouted another, “check out the other room! Everyone’s starkers!”

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

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

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

“Wait a minute… you’re not really a girl, are you? You’re a bloke in drag! I’ve only just realized!”

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

“Wicked! Just wait until I tell the others!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan came over, and forced a cock-ring on me, down to the base of my shaft! I knew that with this on my cock… it would be virtually impossible to lose my erection!

Before she moved away from me, Susan placed a blindfold over my eyes! Now, as I staggered around the room, I’d be unable to stop myself from bumping into the others.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah!!! What a buzz!!! Go on Mister… you take the slapper, while Stanley takes Rita!”

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

“Go Lisa… Go Lisa… Go Lisa… Go Lisa… Go Lisa… Go Lisa… Go! Make the slapper give you his cream! Suck Lisa… Suck Lisa… Suck Lisa… Suck Lisa… Make the Tranny cum!”

At the crowds urging, I felt Lisa redouble her efforts to bring me off. I was determined however that I would only cum when I wanted to!

Blindfolded as I was, I could only imagine the scene before me… Lisa blowing me, whilst Rita ate her pussy… as Stanley pumped into her!

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

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

“Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next!” The crowd screamed.

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

“Come on everybody… Let’s get naked!”

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (a).

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

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

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

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

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

“Helen… don’t you think that it’s time we removed Pippa’s blindfold?” Susan suggested to my wife.

“Okay… I’m ready if you are!”

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

Beneath the table, I felt someone playing with my hard prick. The next thing that I knew, I was sliding into a man’s arse, and fucking him slowly! With a wet pussy to suck on, an arse that I was fucking, and two cocks that I was wanking off, I could hardly complain that Helen was being gang-fucked! I watched her being pleasured by all of these men, whilst I sucked the pussy on the table for all I was worth! I felt my leg restraints being removed, and Susan approached me, and said:

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

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

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