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Opening Him Up Ch. 01

By: humbleboy



"How would you feel if I used a strap-on, on you?" Amy looked at Tim with a mischievous smile. 

"I don't know." Tim was a little nervous, and he looked at how nice Amy was, lying there naked and beautiful next to him. She had a petite body, and very soft skin, a tight pussy, and now Tim started to image this girl, wrapped in leather wanting to take his ass. 

"Well it looks like you're starting to get excited." Amy noticed his erection starting to grow, and she quickly grabbed his dick started to slowly stroke it. "You'd like me to fuck you in the ass wouldn't you. Put on a big cock and make you into a little slut. You want me to stretch your asshole wide open with my dick? Say it." 

They were both in bed after having their regular sex, but tonight after they had both cum, they still had energy, and Amy had been craving to tell Tim her fantasy. She knew from the first time she saw him that he was the submissive type. 

Tim now fully excited and ready to burst at any moment said, "Yes, I'd like for you to fuck me in my ass." 

"I'd like you to be my slave. You want to be my little sissy?" Before he could answer her hand had already found pre-cum on the tip of his dick. She had gotten as much as she could of it onto her middle finger. 

"Yes, I'd like to be your slave." 

"No, not just that. I want you to be my sissy. My bitch. Here, suck on my dick." Amy took here middle finger that was now covered with his pre-cum and started to slowly fuck his mouth. Her eyes were in amazement as she watched her finger disappear into his mouth. They had never done anything like this before, but now they were racing into a new world, and Amy could feel herself getting very wet. She started to fuck his mouth with her finger faster, taking long strokes in and out. With her other hand she started to rub her clit. 

"Tim, I want you tomorrow to shave around your dick and your ass, and on your way home from work I want you to get an enema bag and clean yourself before I get home." Tim responded with a nod as she was now changing the rhythm of fucking his mouth. "I want you to be on your knees and eager to be my bitch when I come home tomorrow." 

Amy then stopped and got on top of him. Tim felt his rock solid dick enter her dripping wet pussy. She began to violently ride him, telling him he couldn't cum. After she had three orgasms she got off him catching her breath. She looked at him and said, "Lay on the floor on your back and jack off till you cum. Then I want you to taste your cum, because you're going to get used to eating it." 

The next day came in a rush. Amy went to the sex shop to get the toys she'd been waiting to use on her husband. Tim got himself shaved and emptied with the enema after he'd come home early, ready for this new life. 

Amy came home, and Tim waited for his wife on his knees. Amy looked down on her husband and felt a rush of power. "Kiss my feet honey, and stick your ass in the air as you do it. You NEED to act like the slut that you are." Tim oddly kissed her feet and started to feel a little fear and uncertainty in what was going to happen. "Go to MY bedroom and take off all you cloths and wait for me on your elbows and knees." 

Tim was waiting as Amy walked in. She had knee high boots, fishnet stockings and a large 7-inch dildo sticking out from between her legs. Tim couldn't get over it to see above the large protruding dick his wife now had. 

"So all you can do is look at my dick, huh?" 

Bashfully Tim darted his head to the floor. 

"I should have fucked you with this a lot earlier in our marriage. That way now I would be fucking you with a much larger dick. I know how you sluts like to have the biggest cock that can fit into your tight hole. I can just imagine taking your cherry on our honeymoon, and seeing you beg for me to go gentle." Amy looked at him for a second. "You've been wanting for me to treat you like a slut. Haven't you?" 

"Yes, Amy." 

Slap! Amy took her hand and slapped his ass again. Slap! "You will address me as your Worship! Now get up and bend over the back of that lower chair in the corner." 

"Yes your Worship. Sorry your Worship." 

Amy then tied with rope his hands to the front legs of the chair, and then tied his ankles to the back legs. 

"You have pretty face. You need some cock sucking lipstick, don't you?" She left to grab some of her bright red lipstick. On her return she grab his dick from behind and took some of the pre-cum that had formed at the tip and placed it on the tip of her strap-on. She then moved to the front of him with her dick bobbing up and down till it was just in front of his lips. "Pucker up my cock sucking whore." She then bent down and carefully put the lipstick on him, fascinated that she was actually living out one of her fantasies of dominating him. 

He then opened his mouth for her large 2-inch in diameter, 7-inch dick. "I like to hear a whore beg for my dick. I don't just let any bitch suck my cock." 

"Please my Worship, I want suck on your cock. I want to feel you long dick pushing down my throat." 

Amy looked down on him and pushed her pelvis toward his face and could feel her dick going into her husband's mouth. That almost made her cum, and she thought to herself how she was going to love the years to come. 

To be continued... 

Opening Him Up Ch. 02



Amy was looking down on her husband, watching the large life like phallus enter into his mouth. She got the strap-on in four inches and then Tim started to choke. "Relax my little bitch and try to think of swallowing my cock." Tim tried and he eventually gained another inch, but for fear of this new sensation he wouldn't go all the way. "Don't worry, I'm going to give you plenty of practice in sucking large dicks," Amy said this with assertion. 

Given Tim's position, bent over and tied to the chair, he couldn't look at her face if he wanted. All he could see were the veins of the strap-on moving, and his wife's hips rocking it into his mouth. 

"You know, I'm looking at your tight runners' ass, and I think it needs some marks of my ownership on it. I got a cane for you today." Amy started to jam the dildo in at little different angles, but kept the same relaxed rhythm. Tim's jaw was now getting sore, but his mouth was starting to get used to the feel of his wife's fucking. "Do you want to see the cane I'm going to beat your ass with? I'm sure you’ll want to suck that too. But my slut is going to stick to sucking cock for now. Because you’re going to become a great cock sucker." Tim could see Amy's hips looking so feminine above her fishnet stocking, and Tim was seeing that her petite body was showing no signs of getting tired. "So are you ready to see the cane that I'm going to beat you and train you with." 

Tim nodded and gave out a moan, as only he could do. 

Abruptly his wife grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up off the strap-on, giving him an instant neck cramp. He still couldn't see up to her face, but the pain made him feel like he was completely at her control. "Yes my Worship. Please let me see what you'll beat and brand my ass with." 

"Oh, your branding will come later. These will just be marks for you to show to other women, to explain to them how I beat you." As Amy went to get the cane she went on talking. "How do you think the people you work with would be if they knew your wife was canning you at night. And whilst she beats you, all your capable of thinking of is how you can best serve her next whim." The pain in Tim’s neck was now numbing since she moved to get the cane. 

Amy came back with the cane and stood behind him. "I want you to bend your knees a little, and lower your lower back so your ass is out more." As he did what she told him, Tim felt his ass opening to his Worship. 

Whack! Tim's body jumped, and he let out a sigh. "Stay still, and I want you to thank me after every swat. Also every time I leave a mark on your ass, I want you to tell me something different that you want me to do. Tell me what will further degrade you into the whore that you really are. And if I like the things that you’re saying, I’ll stop after four more marks have been left on those firm cheeks of yours.” 

Whack! "I'm not hearing anything." 

Nervous and in a trance her slave responded. "Thank you my Worship. I'd like for the women I work with to see me get it up the ass by my wife, so they can see that I'm nothing but a sissy slut, my Worship." 

Whack! "Thank you my Worship. I need you to make me understand that a true slut only likes to be fucked in the ass and sucks lots of cock, my Worship." 

Whack! Amy then remarked, "You are showing some nice welts. I love seeing them rise on your so fuckable ass." "Thank you my Worship. I need to be punished often so I learn that I’m just your sissy house maid; only here to serve your whims my Worship." 

Whack! "Thank you my Worship. My body is owned completely by you, and it is to be used for your amusement any way you desire, my Worship." 

Whack! Tim jumped and wiggled against his will to the pain that had shot through him. Amy could see tears had come down from his eyes. "Quiet, I can give you an extra one if I desire." Amy said, collecting herself. She now felt how wet she had become underneath the strap-on. She could go for her pussy being sucked, but she wanted more to see the double-sided dildo she was wearing, fuck the ass of her husband. She ran her hands down her husband's sweaty spine, and she thought for a second how much she loved him, and pictured him squirming with her large dick in his ass. 

She untied him from the chair. 

"Get on the bed on your elbows and knees facing the headboard, and wait for me." He got up shaking and weak, now starting to fully accept the fact that he was the submissive. He watched as she lubed up the strap-on from the corner of his eye, and he started to feel fear for how his wife was going to ravish him. 

Amy got up behind him on the bed. She started rubbing the dildo's head into the crack of his ass, finding his tight entry. Once she found it she started to slowly put it in. "Just relax, and take in the nice fat cock." Once she got the head in, she slowly pushed it all the way to the base. 

Her sissy husband let out an "ahhhhh," as he felt his sphincter rip, compensating for the large cock his wife had. He could also feel the fake hard testicles pushing in the space between his balls and his now stuffed ass hole. His little voluptuous wife began pumping him slowly, and after a few minutes he found himself actually pushing back onto her cock, and at her rhythm! When Amy noticed her slave taking in her rhythm, her eyes started to show a dark smile. 

"Mmmm...you know you are such a slut...and you're going to make me cum." Then Amy took a strong grip of his hips and started to quicken her pace. "I'm going to fucking cum in your ass. I can't believe I'm going to cum fucking your ass. Don’t you like that? Don’t you like knowing that your wife will cum when she fucks you in the ass?" 

Tim on the verge of cuming himself with no stimulation to his dick said, "Ahhh... yes.” 

"Yes what!?!" 

"Cum fucking my tight ass my Worship.......ahhhh my Worship. Please take me as your bitch." 

"Oh, you BITCH, I'm cuming, yeahhh." Amy digs her nails into his flesh at the waist, and then rakes them down to his welted ass cheeks as she gives him one last thrust. As she climaxed she heard Tim scream in pure pain at her pleasure. She then fell to her side on the bed with husband, leaving her large cock in him. 

Amy then spoke catching her breath. "That was good. Did you like that?" 

"Yes my Worship." 

"You don't have to call me that now. Amy quickly looked at the sheets below where Tim was being fucked by her. “You didn't cum, and you still liked it?" 

"Yes." 

"You like me taking your ass, huh...hehe" Amy then started to slowly rock her hips, causing the dildo to move in and out of her husband. 

"Yes my Worship. Yes, it hurt at first, but I like you fucking my ass." 

"What if I keep my dick in you tonight? And every time I turn or move in bed you’ll be reminded of how you're my bitch." Tim's eyes widened. 

Amy continued to rock her hips. "I could go for some real dick though, myself. It looks like you're only a pussy now. So I can't get dick from you. Not real dick at least. Hmmm. What should I do? Do you think I should find a real man with a nice long cock to fuck me? Because yours right now is looking very little in comparison." 

Amy then started to push up against her now sissy husband's ass; hurting the sore welts she had given him. "Please Amy...ahhhh..." Tim was feeling the dildo pushing against his soft insides, and felt himself turning into the vulnerable bitch. "I love you Amy." 

"Yeah." She then smiled and pulled out of him. She noticed the gaping wide hole left at his ass. "Did you know your ass is still open wide from all the fucking I just gave you?” Tim felt embarrassed like a true sissy, and felt afraid to say anything his dominating wife. 

"I like seeing your ass open like that. Turn on your belly." Amy now spread his cheeks and saw the gap wide open. She let out some spit to watch it fall into her slave's shaven ass. His sphincter closed for a second when the spit hit his insides. Amy let out a short laugh and Tim felt the humiliation of her owning his body. "Now that your cherry is popped I'm going to have all kinds of fun stretching you; even wider so you’ll be able to take anything up the ass. Think about that when you’re at work tomorrow. I’ll be thinking about it." She looked serious and got up on her knees above him and took off the strap-on. 

"You want to cum baby." Amy said this teasing him, but still in complete control. 

"Get on your back." Tim turned onto his back. "Now open your legs. I heard about this from one of my friends that also dominates her effeminate husband." Amy then got between his legs and placed his dick inside of her very wet tight pussy. "I can't move much because of your little dick, but I will be able to fuck you in a... so called reverse missionary style." Tim's legs were spread with his wife in between them. His dick hurt a little being in such a different position from how they normally made love. She started to make little movements up and down, and it felt as though SHE had the dick, and that she was fucking him in HIS pussy. 

Until now he hadn't been able to see how beautiful she was tonight. Her dark shoulder length hair hung down the sides of her pale gothic face. She didn’t have a piercing on her face, but she wore the dark eyeliner and dark lipstick that she knew both turned him on and frightened him. A leather corset covered the lower part of her breast. Tim loved her even though he feared the power she possessed over him. As she kept moving above him, he found himself talking like a slut. "Oh fuck me, harder. Please my Worship. Please keep fucking me, my Worship." He couldn’t believe the words escaping his mouth. His orgasm quickly tore through his body, whilst she came, trembling at the same time. Tim’s body felt as though it had just been filled with her cum. 

Amy then pulled herself close to him, letting her hair grace the sides of his head. She came down to his lips and they shared a very loving and soft kiss. It felt great to be with her, and after a very long kiss, Amy moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "I love you Tim." 

To be continued...



Opening Him Up Ch. 03



Amy laid down next to Tim exhausted. “Tim, now I want you to suck on ALL that cum you just shot in my pussy.”

Tim without a word placed his mouth on her trimmed pussy and began to suck and lick her hot organ. “That's good. You love this pussy, don't you?” Amy had always liked the way her husband eat her out, but now it was the power trip getting her off. “Do you like the taste of semen in my pussy? Later on it could be a real man's semen in my pussy.” Amy came in her husband’s mouth relishing in her control of him. When her cumming subsided Tim started to lift his head to get up, but she without a thought pulled his head back down onto her pussy, and he obediently resumed sucking her. 

“You know I never let you fuck ME in the ass. You especially won’t now that I know you’re a sissy. Sissy husbands don’t fuck their wives in the ass; they get used in the ass by their wives.” With a grin she added, “Sorry sissy.

And I like how you’re rubbing your tongue on my clit. That also reminds me, I have never sucked you off either. It’s because you just don’t have a good enough cock for me to want to suck, but how would you like seeing me suck a real man’s dick?” Tim moaned a protest while he kept servicing her mound. 

Amy, with her soft petite hand in his hair, guided his head so her juice could smear all over his face. She weakly came again knowing that from this point on he would always be her Bitch.

The next morning Tim’s ass hurt. The ring of his sphincter hurt, and when he turned to get up from bed he almost screamed from the pain on his cheeks. The caning she had given him left some bad welts. He looked at her sleeping peacefully like an angel, and he knew he couldn’t say anything to her. Inside he liked what she had done to him. 

He eventually got to the phone to call in sick for work. He was waiting on hold for his boss and noticed Amy had left the bed. He hadn't seen her yet, but she was behind him, wearing the 7-inch strap-on, lubing it.

“Bend over the bureau honey, and spread your legs.” He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that she was serious. He laid the forearm of his free hand on the bureau while his other hand held the phone. He, following his wife’s orders spread his legs so her pelvis was level with his ass. He put his head down on his forearm and held the phone tightly to his head waiting for his boss and his wife. 

Just as he felt the cold lube on his wife’s cock touching his aching hole, his boss picked up her phone.

“Hello?”

“Ahhhhh!” Tim screamed as his wife, when she heard the phone pickup on the other line, took one movement to shove her dick deep into her husbands abused ass. Amy then stood still as the entire dick was in him. He let out a trembling moan and said, “Sorry for the scream, I’m not going to be able to make it to work today.”

Amy let out a cough that shook the dildo inside him and said, “I want to hear you tell her, why you can’t come to work?” Amy started to gently run her nails over his ass.

“Are you alright Tim?”

“Well, I’m feeling really sore and in pain. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to work today.”

Slap! Slap! Amy slapped both of his cheeks. “Tell her why you can’t come to work, tight ass.”

“I can’t come to work because,” Tim was finding this very hard to do because he knew it would be the end of his job. His wife started to make slow circular movements with her hips, rocking the cock in out of him, and he knew where he had to be and what he had to say.

“I love my wife, especially her dominating me. And she wants me to tell you that last night she beat my body. Then afterwards I needed, and begged her to screw my ass.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Also,” Tim’s eyes started to tear. “As I’m talking to you I'm taking it in the ass from my wife.”

“You’re sick. Don’t bother to ever come back to work.” Click. 

Amy then started to quicken her pace, she was nearing an orgasm hearing that call. “Seeing you cry is making me hot. That is why we’re doing this role change, because you’re such a pussy. You’re such a sissy. I want to hear you cry.”

Tim actually started to sob out load with her command, and started to feel that his body needed her fucking him. Amy held his hips like she was holding his entire body, as he was pushing back to get all that she was giving.

After Amy came twice fucking him, she stood still and unbelted the straps of her strap-on in order to take it off herself and leave the cock in him. “Don’t worry about your source of money. You will see why later. I’ve made a deal so I won’t have to worry about money anymore. Now I’ve got to be getting to work. Today when you shower I want you to shave ALL your body hair off. 

I’m going to be coming home late tonight, around 8 probably. Make sure you’ve taken your enema before I get home. I expect my sissy clean.” She said this with an ease that made Tim feel as though she had wanted this from the first time she met him.

It was now 8 in the evening and Amy came through the door. “What are you doing dressed like that?” Tim was dressed in his normal attire, and Amy had gone shopping. “Get out of those cloths immediately and start kissing my shoes.” Tim quickly obeyed addressing her as his Worship. 

“I didn’t tell you, but my friend at work has a female domination site. She wants to do a video of a man losing his cherry to a woman. Her site is going to have a section dedicated to virgin men getting it in their ass from a woman for the first time. I popped yours just last night, but since you’re so sore and all, you should be able to still pull it off.”

In shock Tim responded, “Really? My Worship.” And quickly kissed her shoes again. “Are you going to be in the video too My Worship?” Tim was afraid and started to swallow at the last of his dignity.

“NO! I’ll be watching though. I’m to good of a lady to do a porno, but you’re a slut that's going to make money for me.” Amy thought for a second. “They’re going to use a bigger dick on you than I did. They need to get your ass to bleed a bit. Don’t worry; I’m sure it’ll be just like last night. Except this time you being ripped open is for the camera baby, and they’ll be here in an hour. 

Now I want you to try on these bright red, five-inch high heels I got you today, and these white thigh high stockings. They told me you’d look more appropriate with these on when they’re fucking you. I'll be watching you on the side with my friend, who’s directing it.”

“How many will there be My Worship?”

“There will be at least 4 women all with big strap-on dicks for you!” Amy started to feel herself getting wet with the thought of watching her husband getting practically raped on camera. “You see another section of her site is guys getting gang-banged, by women. If you can play a believable boy being turned into a slut, then she will shoot another video of you being gang-banged. She told me I could make some nice money off you being my whore. I'm not just going to be your Worship, I'm also going to be your pimp.”

Tim was speechless. “I knew you’d agree, and I told you not to worry about money.”

She instructed him to get to her room and suck her soaked pussy, which lasted for the next half hour. While he sucked on her clitoris, lust and fear took over his thoughts. His ass had become tight again and it was still very sore. He couldn’t imagine being with more than one woman at a time, and tonight he could be doing a gang-bang with them, but he'd be the one giving it up.

Less than an hour later eight women showed up at the house, fully dressed in regular cloths. They looked at Tim's shaven body as he crawled on the floor wearing nothing but white thigh highs and heels.

Amy’s friend, Mistress Cold, walked up to Tim. “I like what you did with your slave.” Mistress Cold bent down and ran her hand over his ass. “Because you caned him yesterday, we’ll have to beat him some more on camera before we can show this nice ass. How much does your slave know about what were going to do with him tonight?”

“I told him some of the highlights.”

“It’s actually better if he knows as little as possible, so it looks more natural. As a general rule my dear. A slave doesn’t need to know much, just needs to do what he’s told.” Tim was wondering what Amy didn’t tell him, since what she had told him was a lot to take in.

The women prepped the bedroom with lights. The first woman he’d work with was tall and had strap-on dick that must have been 9 inches long and look considerably more than 2 inches wide. This deeply contrasted her doll like body.

The scene was described by Mistress Cold, “Your a boyfriend that got into an argument with her and lost. To make it up to your beautiful “doll" like girlfriend, you’re willing to do anything. The girlfriend though is fed up having a sissy boyfriend that would dare speak down to her, and she has a suspicion that previous girlfriends must have fucked you in the ass. Realizing this she feels she has to now show you that she IS the dominant partner, and there’s no simpler way to get that through to you than to just mount you like the others. 

But, unbeknownst to your doll looking girlfriend, you’ve never had it in the ass before, despite your effeminate and submissive side. So she going to use that big dick on you, thinking you’re such an anal slut for women already. That's why she is going to shove it straight in you, and we’ll get your reaction on film, and hopefully some blood.” 

“Amy!”

“Relax Tim, I know inside you'll really enjoy her taking you like that.” Amy paused for a second. “Remember to call me your Worship.”

Mistress Cold continued, “We’re actually going to shoot the argument scene, which takes place in a car, another day. I first want you to get completely accustomed to being her slut, so it looks more believable when she’s arguing with you in the car that you’re just a male needing to be dominated by her.”

Amy was watching this glad she was finally able to contribute to her friend's creative work, Mistress Cold, or as she knew her, Natasha. Amy liked what she did to men in pornographic cinema and always wanted to have a husband that would give himself over to her friend’s effort. 

Mistress Cold continued on, “Now she is Mistress Doll and is playing your girlfriend turned Mistress. She is going to lie on the sheets, while you’re between her legs learning to take all 9 inches of her strap-on down your throat. You’re going to suck her cock for at least one whole hour. This is so we have plenty of time to get all the camera angles and get you two shot in several different positions. Slave, after an hour of cock sucking you better be able to slip the entire dildo quickly in and out of your throat. Mistress Doll will help make sure that you will be doing just that.” 

The digital tape started to run. Nervously he went up to Mistress Doll’s legs. She really did look like a doll with soft long blond hair. She wore a white muscle shirt, with her firm breast trying to push out of it, and tight blue jeans. The jeans were unzipped and partially pulled down to make room for the huge life like dildo she was wearing. He awkwardly wrapped his hand around it, and felt very self-conscious taking the tip into his mouth. 

He felt naked wearing the silky white thigh highs and the high heels that were tight and painfully bending his feet straight. The dildo bent a little as he lowered his face down to take in more. He twisted his head while sucking on the dildo to see if he could find Amy, but his eyes were being blinded by the bright stage lights.

Mistress Doll, seeing him distracted, grabbed him by the hair, thrusted her pelvis up and said, “You just focus on sucking my dick you cock sucking Whore!” 

To be continued…



Opening Him Up Ch. 04



Tim saw that Mistress Doll’s eyes were cold, and a trace of fear ran through his body as he took more of the strap-on in his mouth. The fear that she was going to take him too hard was foremost on his mind. Tim's only hope was that if he sucked her dildo all the way down with the best prissy look he could pull off, she might take pity on him and go a little easier when it came time for her to take him with her big cock. 

“I like it when a man looks in my eyes while he sucks my cock.” Mistress Doll gave her pelvis occasional little thrusts to keep Tim in rhythm. After a good twenty minutes he was taking the full length. Tim couldn’t believe the sensation of getting all 9” down his throat.

The camera then moved away and Mistress Doll stood up off the bed and told Tim to get on the floor on his knees. As Tim got on his knees Mistress Doll kept her shoes and jeans on, leaving the dildo dangle like a real dick out from in between her zipper. A voice instructed him to start licking her black leather-hiking boots. 

“You need to bend your lower back more so your ass is up and open. We’re not video taping it now because we have to put our own new marks on you, but it’s a good habit for you to get into for your wife,” uttered a voice matter-of-factly somewhere behind the bright lights. 

Mistress Doll then spoke, “You can start to kiss up my legs now.” Mistress Doll had the look of doing this many other times, and she knew it was time to tell her slave to continue on up.

Tim moved himself in the most deprived way possible, but then he almost stopped when he got to the top of her thigh. He went around to the outside of her muscular but slender feminine thigh making large open mouth kisses, trying for another chance to possibly view behind the lights, and see his Worship, Amy, but with no avail.

Amy clearly saw Tim though, and what she saw was Tim teasing her. That, without yet fully knowing why, started to bother her. Her heat began to brew in the darkness, as her eyes began to burn at Tim.

“Let us see you lick the balls,” called out Mistress Cold, standing beside Amy. 

Tim looked up at the dildo hanging above him and her words reminded him how he'd become a real submissive. He started to lick the plastic ball sac behind the straps and zipper.

Mistress Cold then said, “Moan as you lick her balls. And rub your dick with your palm as if it were your pussy. Try to think of this as prepping the balls so they'll shot cum down your throat when you go to suck her off.”

Mistress Cold turned to Amy and said, “I’m just trying to encourage him.” She couldn’t see the look in Amy’s eyes after that comment, since Amy wasn’t able to get her eyes off Tim.

Tim started his moaning and after a few moments he was given the permission to start servicing her dick. After fifteen minutes on his knees, rubbing himself and sucking her device deep down his throat, he became completely lost in giving himself up to her.

“Now get up on the bed. She is going to fuck you now.”

Tim slowly obeyed wearing the white thigh highs and heels, and moved like a pussycat greeting a new friend. He got himself on his knees and bent over onto his elbows.

Mistress Doll ran through her dialogue in an almost impromptu fashion, which Tim tried to follow along with.

“That was some nice cock sucking. Do you do that for all your girlfriends?” Mistress Doll began to stroke her dick, almost reveling in what it was going to do to him.

“No, Mistress. I’ve never…” 

“Shut up! You’re such a fucking liar. How can you tell me that when I was just watching you take all nine inches of my cock down your throat? You’ve probably already had everything under the sun shoved up your ass.” She took a breath. “Now I want you to crawl backwards and bring your ass over to me. Now!” Tim scooted back and almost smacked up against her by the headboard.

Smack! “You like that? I bet you liked it when past girlfriends would smack it as they fucked you? But I’m no ordinary girlfriend. Am I?”

“No Mistress…” 

“Shut Up! My dick is getting drrryyy. Do you want me to take you drrryyy?” Tim hadn’t realized that he could be taken dry; he’d always assumed that she would lube up. Now he had to pray that his saliva was staying wet on her dick.

“No, Mistress. Please take my ass before your dick gets dry.”

Mistress Doll then positioned the dildo at his ass and Tim squeezed the comforter hard with his fists, waiting to be painfully ripped open by her.

“TIM!” Angrily yelled Amy at the top of lungs. 

Once Tim heard that scream he darted quickly to get off the bed, and fell hard on the floor. Laughter filled the room as Tim stumbling in high heels and stockings. He eventually made it to the kitchen counter and grabbed his car keys. He then headed straight out of the apartment. 

He knew not to take the elevator, but instead the stairs to avoid going through the main part of the building, in a sorry attempt to not be seen by his neighbors. He wasn’t at all sure were he was going or what he was doing, but knew he had to just go. 

By the time he made it down four flights of stairs he had become more familiar wearing the five-inch heels, and could make a better run through the cold parking lot. The thought of taking the high heels off barely crossed his mind though. He later wouldn't be sure whether it was because he felt it would slow his escape to stop and take them off, or worse, he had somehow become accustomed to wearing them.

“Tim!” Amy yelled again but this time with a worried tone, now outside and nearly breathless. She was making real progress on closing in on him, especially since she had been wearing sneakers. Tim had made it to the door to get in their large four-door sedan, but Amy’s hand, just in time smacked on top of the driver’s door window to block him from getting in. 

Tim then, at this moment of pause, fully started to realize how cold it was, and that he was nearly naked. 

“Tim, get in the backseat.”

Amy had to practically push Tim into the backseat of the car, which hurt the welts on his ass, and then she anxiously closed the door and crawled on top of him. Her sweater covered breast pushed against his bare chest. His body was shivering, and she was dressed very warm. 

Her body smelled of sweet flowers from a shower she'd taken, and it was mixed with the smell of her essence, which intoxicated him. Her body pressed him down on the backbench and now completely enveloped his shivering body. 

“Amy, I don’t know what I'm doing anymore. I don’t think I can do this. Maybe we can…” but this was interrupted by Amy starting to gently kiss him on the lips. This was followed by a deep French kiss, not deep with their tongues, but with the deep need they had for each other.

Tim after they broke away started to utter again, “Amy, I'm not sure it's right for us to be doing this... kind of thing?”

“Shhh, quiet.” Amy placed her finger to his lips and then they heard what appeared to be rainfall. Amy looked up and out the side window and saw the rain starting to come down. 

“It’s starting to rain. You know you can’t go out in the rain the way you are, let alone drive. You’ll get sick.” She looked down at him and then moved her face to his and affectionately kissed only his upper lip and then his lower lip. She then moved her hand up to his hair and slowly raked it, letting the long sleeves of her sweater brush against his face.

“You’re so beautiful. You still love me?”

“I think I might be too much in love with you,” Tim responded.

“I think I was getting a little jealous seeing you with that other girl. I think I want it to be just you and me. How’s that sound?”

“I think I'd like that.” They then kissed again, except this time Amy found his exposed penis with her hand and squeezed it tight.

“I kinda like you dressed like this.” She let out a small giggle. She then let go of her grip and grabbed hold of his balls and her expression turned serious. “I’ve sort of got you, don’t I?”

“You never stop, do you?” Tim replied smiling as Amy continued holding his balls.

“You know I’m wet.”

“Yeah.” Tim started to run his hands over her back in the direction of her ass.

“No, baby.” She released his sack and then grabbed him by his wrists and pinned them on top of his head. “Do you want me to make love to you in the backseat?”

“Yes, anywhere you wish,” and then Tim started to reach with his lips to kiss hers. She brought herself down to receive the kiss from him, whilst throwing off her shoes and pulling off her pants. 

It was a secluded corner of the parking lot, and their bodies had steamed up the windows that were still being hammered by heavy rain.

She moved her thong panties to the side and then directed his dick into herself. Tim felt his cold dick enter her really hot and wet pussy.

Amy put her hands back on Tim’s wrists, almost as leverage to more easily move on him, and kept them there pinned against the car door. The motions she moved in were for her own benefit, and when she knew he wasn't far from cuming she'd change her flow. This taunting, brought her to her own climax, and her cum gushed down over his groin. 

“You want to cum too, don’t you baby?” She then let go of his one wrist and moved his arm so her one hand could press down on both wrists. With her free hand she rubbed her wet clitoris. She then stuck two of the wet fingers in his mouth and began to ride him more vigorously. Tim was now moaning with her fingers ramming down his throat.

“Aahhhh, you’re so sweet baby. I’ll let you cum.” With that Amy rode on Tim in a continuous motion that she knew would allow him to cum. 

After they both came Amy collapsed on top of him and said, “You know if the weather wasn’t so bad right now and I had my strap-on with me, I would love to do you bent over our car hood, and screw your ass outdoors in this dark parking lot. Wouldn’t that be hot?” Before he could respond, she quickly started to kiss him on his lips.

To be continued...



Opening Him Up Ch. 05



Amy looked at me after thinking for a second and then remarked, "I don't think we should go back to our apartment. We should probably head to our cabin. At this time of night it shouldn't take more than two hours to drive there." She took a breath and then continued. "I'll drive. I guess with the way you are, in women's underwear and all, you should ride in the backseat." 

The softness of Amy's voice, that she had been using with me, was unfamiliar and a contrasted to what I was becoming accustomed to in our new "roles." I tried to gather myself and said, "That sounds like a good idea, and I have some of my regular cloths there too." 

She left me in the backseat, as I was, naked except for the 5-inch heels and hose. I pulled off the heels and gave my feet a rest. As we pulled away from the parking lot the juice from her pussy had just about dried on me, and I sniffed myself, loving the fact that I smelled like her pussy. 

The welts on my ass were still sore, so I felt it best to lie on my back with my knees up in the air till we got to the cabin. I hoped that the people passing in trucks and busses wouldn't be able to look down and see me.

Amy looked to be in deep thought as she was driving. She gave me a quick glance then said, "You know that cabin used to be called a house. Well, it actually still is a house. My parents had a farm there, a long time ago. Back when I was a little girl. I wonder how that barn out back looks now. I've never shown it to you before, have I?"

"No, I don't think so. I think I've only been in the cabin?

"Yeah. I can vaguely remember when my family lost interest in the farm, and then they got rid of the animals. They sort of forgot all about the farm, and started to call what used to be a house, their cabin in the woods. My parents had another place in the city and decided to just live there. Which is how I... I mean we, go the cabin for ourselves."

I then responded to her, "Well, luckily I've been in the "cabin" enough times to have some of my clothing there. This trip should be a perfect opportunity for you to now show me the farm part, since before I guess we were always too busy doing other things that you never had the chance to show me."

She didn't say a word in response, but I could tell her mind was still working. I was too tired to think about what was on her mind. 

Eventually we made it to the cabin, and I found myself putting the heels back on to make it over the sharp hard gravel that lead to the cabin's front door. Luckily there were woods all around the cabin so I didn't worry about on lookers.

It wasn't raining there, and the moon was shinning bright, illuminating the ground a ghost white. 

Amy stopped in her tracks and looked at me. She said in a casual voice, "Hey, let's take a look at the barn. I believe that there is a light in there. All the talk in the car got me wondering about seeing it again for myself."

"Amy, please. I'm tired, cold and literally beat, and these high heels are killing me." 

She turned to me with a very serious face that almost looked like she was annoyed with me and said, "You are my Bitch. That does entitle you to bitch about things, but when I tell you I want to look and show you the barn, that means you will follow me like an obedient Bitch. Now I'm not expecting you to craw to the barn, but you will follow me there to look at it."

We got to the big red barn, and she opened the door and flipped on the lights. When my eyes adjusted I saw a large empty room, with dark dusty wooden walls and a floor filled with old straw and small piles of dirt. There was a table on the side of the room that had a small metal ring dangling in front of it. The ring looked to have a diameter just shy of an inch and a half, and it was welded to a strong two-link chain that was bolted it to the table.

"Would you look at that old table? You know what? Let me see what you look like bent over it."

I just looked at Amy like, please. But something inside me wanted to obey her. I made my way over to the table, my heels clicking loud in the barn. When I approached the table I spread my legs to get my waist equal to the table's height. I had to bow out my knees to compensate for the heels. I laid my chest and stomach flat on the table, feeling the cold wood against me. A cold shiver down my spine and my sphincter tightened. My arms stretched across the table.

Amy stood beside me and then instructed me to move over a little to the right. She then quickly grabbed my cock and I felt her putting it through the ring that was attached to the table. She didn't have any difficulty fitting it through since I wasn't hard. Yet.

She was sort of stroking it. Pulling on it to get its full length through the ring. My cock responded by getting very hard and swollen. Without anticipating it, I was now stuck to the table by my dick. I felt the ring very tight around my thick cock. The ring must have been smaller than I previously thought. I tried to jerk my body to see if I could get my cock free, but the ring was extremely secure. Then I noticed that the table was actually nailed to the frame of the barn.

With a new fear I started to jerk my body and reached down to see if I could free myself from the ring. Amy then said, "Baby, from where I'm standing, I can't tell if you're struggling or trying to fuck the table?" I felt her pants push against my ass. "This is nice. You got your legs spread really well too. You know you did get yourself in the right position for fucking. Or should I say for someone else to fuck your ass." She then broke out into an evil laugh that made my stomach turn.

I leaned up and continued to try to pull the ring off with my hands, but I couldn't. My attempts were hurting my swollen cock and the swelling was only getting worse.

Amy pushed me down hard from the back, and got me so I was fully bent over again. "Stay down and stop playing with yourself Bitch!"

"Amy, I think I'm really stuck to the table, and I don't know if the swelling can really go down with the ring so tight."

"If you're really stuck, then I think we should take advantage of the situation." Amy looked about the barn and saw some old rope hanging from the nails in the adjacent wall. "Let me tie your wrists to the wall." Amy then started to move the rope around my wrists.

"Ok, but after this we got to figure out how I'm going to get free from this ring."

"Don't worry about the ring my little pet," as she finished securing my hands to the wall. She proceeded to tie up my knees to the legs of the table, and kept them so they'd remain bowed out. 

"Ok, you can untie me now."

"Let me put something over your head. Hold on." A moment later she put a black canvas bag over my head.

"You know the reason my parents had this ring on the bottom side of the table, was for attaching the dog leash to the table. We had a very wild dog that didn't always treat our guests to kindly. So they would snap the leash onto the table to not let the dog get out of control. The dog was very strong so the ring was made to be very strong as well. Who would ever know that one day I too would have a BITCH that needed to be tied to the table?"

I don't know why, but Amy's talk was making me sick with lust. I uttered under my breath, "I need you to fuck me, please."

WHOP! She hit me with what felt like a cane. "I found the old riding crop on the wall. How do you like it?"

My body jerked in response, and the ring yanked my dick hard.

"It hurts, my Worship."

"Then don't interrupt me." She paused for a moment. "Now you, like the dog, need to be trained about how to act around my guests. You will be naked like a dog and address my friends on your knees with your mouth open and your tongue hanging out. You may lick their shoes and shake your ass to show how happy you are that they came to see ME. You can't hump their leg though. Hehe."

"Yes, my Worship."

"Dogs don't talk, they bark. So BARK!"

"Arf, arf!"

"That's all I should hear from a bitch in heat."

"ARF, ARF!!"

In a very disappointed voice I heard her say, "You are pathetic." Then I heard her walk out, and leave me there alone. I was speechless and didn't know what to do.

The barn must have been keeping me warm somehow, because I wasn't freezing anymore. It felt as though an hour or so had past. I hadn't heard the house door open or close in a while, but eventually I did hear footsteps approaching from outside the barn.

I heard what sounded like boots approach me, and then it stopped. Next I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, like from a pair of jeans. I didn't hear any other cars come by the place so I knew it had to be Amy. Because of what happened before she left, I was afraid to make any sounds, and tried to keep quiet.

I heard what sounded like spit dripping out of someone's mouth and then a very warm wet object touched my cold ass crack. Maybe when Amy was in the house, she warmed up one of her dildos, but I wasn't aware of her having any dildos at the cabin.

I felt it slowly starting to push into me, and I felt what seemed to be a head and then veins go past my sphincter. I let out a gasp as it entered me. It had to be Amy, so I just shut my mouth not knowing what else to do but take the invader.

Leather gloved hands started to grab at my waist, as the top of rough jeans, hit and rubbed against the welts on my ass. I found my body wanting to get into rhythm with the one violating me. The sensation of being fucked and the ring restraining my movements eventually caused me climax to a shaking orgasm. I believe I came with my violator because their fast paced fucking had turned into a couple of long hard thrusts. I knew it still had to be Amy, even though no one uttered a word. 

I heard the violator step back and walk away. Then heard the sound of a zipper being yanked up. 

I could feel liquid dripping from my open ass. I thought to myself that this doesn't mean anything. Wasn't my ass a little wet before, when Amy had fucked it for a long period of time? That must be what had happened again this time.

After another hour or so went by, my legs and arms were completely numb. My dick was still swollen, locked in the ring. Somehow with all of this, I feel asleep.

............................

"Wake-up! Bitch!" I heard Amy yell in my ear, as she ripped the canvas off my head. Bright sunlight shinned in to my eyes from the doorway. "Sorry honey, but I was so tired last night. When I went inside, I just feel right to sleep on the bed. Oh! My! Gosh! Is that your cum I see on the floor. Wow honey, what did you do with yourself last night?

"Is that a man's cum on your ASS!?!"

"Oh! Amy. Don't tell me..." Panic rushed over my body.

"HA HA, just kidding. Hehe That was I last night. I just wanted to see your face. Don't worry my little bitch; your ass is safe with me. And I notice your erection went down."

"Yeah, I guess. I must have lost my erection in my sleep."

"But it looks like it's getting hard again. Must be because you're just waking up."

"Oh, please baby get it out of the ring before it gets hard again, I can't reach it or move all tied up like this."

"I don't know? I kinda like you tied up like that."

"Please Amy. Get my dick out of that ring."

"O.K," she said, as she reluctantly removed my cock from the ring, and then I looked up and noticed my hands being a little blue from the lack of circulation. 

Amy then continued, "I can't believe you didn't put up a fight last night. You are such a slut. You would let anything or anyone fuck your ass, wouldn't you?"

"Amy I knew it was you." She then stopped herself from taking off my ankle and wrist restraints.

"Bullshit! If you knew it was your Worship, why didn't you say anything? You didn't because you were sooo horny you would have taken anything in the ass. 

You're a bitch boy. Already my husband is a bitch boy slut! So do you know what I have to do now? Maybe I should introduce you to my friend Rachel. She probably won't believe how fast you've progressed, or should I say digressed. Haha!

"You know she used to have a stable of boy toys she would fuck. Maybe in this barn I can start doing that too. Load up on OTHER boy toys that I can fuck. This way over time, when you've seen me fuck countless boys, you'd realize that you're just another boy in the barn that gets fucked in the ass on occasion. Going from how you liked it from last night it wouldn't matter to you who or what fucked your ass."

"Amy please... Just untie me." She pulled me by my hair violently and I completely gave in and realized in my weakness that it was right for me to be her servant. "Ah! My Worship... I'll do whatever you want, and always be your bitch. Please?"

To be continued...



Opening Him Up Ch. 06



"You are to stay here now," Amy said matter-of-factly, as she led me into the cabin after my experience in the barn. "Go use the bathroom, take a shower and rest. Tomorrow we'll discuss your future."

I made my way to the toilet, feeling bruised and raped. My whole body pulsated between pain and numbness. The hot shower cleansed me. It seemed to wash away the old me. As I rubbed the soap, my body felt like a sexual object that had been damaged. The water somehow washed away at my male pride, or what I thought was pride. 

Amy was my Mistress. I had called her my Worship, for how she made me want to cum at her feet. But she owned my body, and inside I enjoyed her taking advantage of me. I now understood that she was what ruled my mind and body, and perhaps the word Mistress was more fitting.

As I washed myself I felt that some hair had grown back. On instinct I looked for a razor and cream. Upon finding what I needed I shaved everything. Leaving the area around my ass for last. My ass hole was sore, and running water over it relieved some of the pain. 

After I finished shaving I stuck a finger into myself. My body resisted, because of the pain, but my erection grew. It was morning, and my Mistress may want to fuck me before her breakfast. I felt to be her good slave I must always be clean and ready to serve. 

I got out of the shower, dried off and brushed my teeth. I didn't see that she left out any new cloths for me to wear, so I came out of the room naked.

"What are you doing standing. You should know that when I see you, you must be on your knees," Amy instructed. 

I got to my knees and crawled into bed. The bed smelled fresh, like everything had been recently washed. 

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke it was morning again. I smelled food being cooked in the kitchen. I crawled to the bathroom to use it and clean myself again.

When I crawled out to the kitchen Amy was there in full clothing. Looking down at me. She was bare foot and her toes looked so beautiful. Just seeing them made me want to suck on them. 

Amy snapped me to attention. "This is how it's going to work. You will stay here... Your life is going to be totally different. You are not going to have any cloths here." Amy said this while getting some food from the stove. She then placed a full plate of food on the floor in front of me.

She moved to the couch across from the kitchen and stretched herself out in a contemplative manner. "This cabin needs work, as do you. You are to stay here to renovate the cabin. You will completely fix this place up. From the inside paint to the yard. 

"I've got to work to support us. Work is far from here, so I will have to visit you. I will probably stop by twice a week. I'll make sure you have food and whatever supplies you need for the home improvement. 

"You will work here, miles away from any civilization. That is why you shouldn't have any problem being naked at all times. I do expect you to always be clean." She leaned her head forward and said, "Yes, that does include your ass."

"I am leaving some toys here that I know you'll love playing with. One being a butt plug that you must wear at least one hour every morning." 

Amy reached into a bag by the couch and pulled out a dildo. It looked realistic. It was white flesh colored, thick and probably six or seven inches in length, including the balls at the base of it.

"Before you go to bed... every night... I want you to fuck yourself with this for at least twenty minutes. That is every night. Deep throat it for lubrication. I want your body to understand that your ass is now the most sensitive sexual region of your body. Eventually you will be able to ejaculate without touching your penis. The mere act of fucking your ass must be enough to make you cum. 

"To help your body learn this, you are to only touch your penis while masturbating three times a week. Every month it is to go down by one. Therefore, next month you may only touch your penis twice a week while masturbating and so on.

"Yesterday I did a lot of talking with my friend Rachel, and she said you are to no longer have access to my pussy. When I fuck you now, I will use a double-headed dildo. That will give my pussy the pleasure your dick never could. Watching you squirm like a slut as I'm fucking you should be enough for me to cum.

"Other than that, you needn't worry about me being sexually satisfied. Knowing that you're slaving here alone naked should help keep my pussy wet at night. If that is not enough, I'm sure I can find other ways to keep myself pleasured. Rachel said I could always call her if I need a real man with a big cock to fuck me. Which that, as of now, is none of your business. 

"I will be here too to check on your progress with the house and make sure you're keeping up with your toys."

After that day, it was just as she stated. I was redoing the house and she was visiting about twice a week to check on my progress. I had a lot of time to reflect on my new life, and I found that I was very happy with the way it turned out.

After my second month being at the cabin, Mistress started to ask me how my anal masturbation was progressing. She wanted to know if I could cum yet just anally masturbating. I was doing as she instructed but I hadn't been able to cum with just doing my ass. My dick wasn't always hard either. I also couldn't cum while Mistress was fucking me.

One late rainy night, two months living at the cabin, my Mistress Amy came home angry. I was stroking the dildo in and out of me when I heard the door slam. I quickly put the dildo down on the nightstand and crawled as fast as I could to the door. I greeted her, as I always did, by licking her shoes. I felt my ass was still gaped open from the dildo. 

I saw mud on the sides of her black leather shoes. I licked on the top, and she said to me in a deep voice, "Lick the mud off." I could feel that my Mistress was very angry. My tongue eagerly licked up the dirt that felt like slimy sand. My body started to shake in fear with what my Mistress may do to me.

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees...Now!"

I quickly crawled on the bed and heard her loudly behind me put on her double-headed strap-on. Without a moments pause she thrust it inside me. 

"Ahhh... Mistress. I yearn for your cock... so bad." Mistress Amy relentlessly slammed it into me. The sound of her hips smacking my ass was echoing throughout the room.

"Bad? You have been bad. Do you think I have you here for leisure time?" She slapped my ass hard and continued fucking me without any sign of exhaustion.

"Mistress... ahhh... How can my body better serve you?"

"By cumming when I fuck you in the ass. By cumming when you fuck yourself in the ass! You shouldn't need that thing you call a dick.

"I need you to truly feel yourself as a whore. Start bending your lower back. That's it. Yes. Thrust your hips back and rotate them. Try to get as much of my cock in you as you can. "

I started to roll my lower back and loosen the movements of my body. My mouth opened as I started to moan like whore. I saw from the corner of my eye the dildo on the nightstand that I had been using earlier. I needed that in my mouth. I started to move myself towards it.

"Yes, whore. Take that dirty cock off the nightstand and suck it." Amy moved with me. Fucking me as I crawled on the bed to grab the dildo.

Once I grabbed it I turned my head back towards my Mistress and moved my long hair to the side. I wanted her to see me deep throat it. I eagerly took the dildo down my throat and then held the base of the dildo to the bed so I could bob my head up and down on it. My hips were still moving, almost on their own, trying to keep up with her viscous speed. 

"Ah... I'm sooo pissed at you. You're a fucking little bitch. Close your eyes and see yourself as you really are... A cock sucking whore that loves anal sex. That needs lots of cock from her Mistress. That's right. You are a "her" and a "she." You have always been a pussy. And you are my pussy. Your whole life has been to serve this purpose.

"How would you like me to pay for you to have nice large breasts? That way you can be my tits and ass girl. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll do that for you." Amy suddenly stopped, bent down and whispered in my ear, "Do you hear me? They're going to be nice and round like your pretty little ass."

My Mistress then resumed, "Now, you are to cum with me. You can't touch your dick. Get used to the idea of not having a dick. I've decided it's better for you to not have one. Soon I will have it removed from this feminine body of yours." Still with a touch of anger in her voice she ran her hands around my waist and hips. "Besides, to me you've always been dickless. Don't worry though; you can play with your new tits. 

"I shouldn't be telling you this, but I've been lacing your food with estrogen to further feminize you. Haven't you noticed your voice starting to change, or your body hair not needing to be shaven as much? The slight changes to your form... You are my sexual creature. My experiment. You are a sexual object that I play with. My husband is gone, and I am having fun. Your name is Lisa. Slutty Lisa."

"Lisa. Consider that you've already lost your dick. Have you yet, come to realize that after next month your only true release, your only moment of happiness, will be climaxing to me or anyone else I chose fucking your ass?"

What she was saying to me wasn't registering. I was just an animal in heat. I tried to build myself up to cum. My penis wasn't fully hard, but I guess from how spread my legs were on the bed, the tip was just slightly rubbing on the blankets. My eyes were still closed and I actually lost myself in being a slut. I could actually see myself as a whore.

"Alright, I'm going to cum. Are you ready to cum with me?"

"Yes," I mumbled after pulling the dildo out of my mouth.

"Get your lips back on that cock." Mistress Amy was still fucking me enraged. She was slapping my ass hard and raking her nails down my back.

With my eyes closed tight with tears of ecstasy, I suddenly felt like a little 19-year-old girl, and my ruthless lesbian lover was fucking me. My ass felt small, curvy and tight. I was being fucked and my body chemistry was saying it needed this. 

Then it happened. I came with Amy. I came screaming through the dildo. Cum was squirting out of me in slow waves and then leaked cum like a pussy. My Mistress grabbed at it and noticed that I wasn't hard, but that I had cum on the blankets.

She looked at me and was suddenly pleased. "Very nice. You see you can cum with just a good ass fucking."

To be continued... 



Opening Him Up Ch. 07



Amy looked down at her slave Lisa, her former husband, which now appeared very effeminate. He stayed perfectly still on his hands and knees in front of her, not only because of his obedience but also the shock that he was finally able to cum with just the stimulation of his Mistress's strap-on. 

She looked down between her legs and saw the thick dildo protruding from her. It was still lodged deep in her slave's silky smooth ass. She looked at her sticky fingers that were wet from her slave's cum and thought about how she loved tasting him. 

She put her fingers in her mouth and savored his taste. She then ran her wet fingers down his spine and let out a little moan of pleasure, as she felt his hairless back. She gently grabbed him by his long hair just to see his newly forming body bend and writhe to her power.

With her strap-on still remaining in him she asked, "Do you like how your body is changing Lisa?"

The sexual rush was over for him and he was now thinking a little clearer. He was now able to realize what she had been telling him while he was being fucked. He was now to be Lisa and that his Mistress has had him on drugs to become more feminine. 

Slap! Amy slapped him on his ass and yelled, "Did you hear me? Are you liking your new body Lisa?"

When she slapped him, his anal sphincter grabbed tightly around her cock. "Yes. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to become my true self." 

He didn't know where those words came from, but with the sex rush gone, it still felt right to be there with her in that capacity. 

"Rachel has been teaching me many new things. Men and their testosterone get this world into too much trouble, so she tells me. They even get the relationship in trouble. The best way to fix this problem is to fix the husband. Get him away from living the life of following his dick. 

"Teach him to be more sensitive." Just then she jerked her dildo inside him. "Teach him to be more like us women." Amy ran her hands to his enlarging breasts and gave his nipples a little pinch. 

"Then, Rachel told me, you will have a husband that excites you and takes care of you. A husband that is not destructive but is productive in serving your needs."

Amy then removed herself from Lisa and got up and took off her strap-on. "You agree with this, right?"

"Yes Mistress. I understand." 

"Would you like the honor of meeting Rachel?"

"I would love the honor Mistress."

"Good, because now I think you're ready.

"Rachel has a yacht and we will meet her at a dock not to far from here. Clean yourself and the bed. We will leave tomorrow."

Amy instructed her slave to dress in his old men's clothing, which she brought in her car. Lisa felt strange in these cloths, especially now that his body was more feminine. She didn't have him wear any sexual devices either. He wore sneakers, a regular shirt with men's underwear and pants. He thought and felt this was all very strange.

When they made it to the dock he carried his Mistress's luggage to the ship. The ship was huge. The statue of the Greek Goddess Nike was shown at the head of the ship. The ship was called "Goddess." It must have been at least 6 levels. 

Once they boarded the Captain took them to Amy's room. The Captain was a beautiful woman in her late thirties dressed in regular sea captain attire. After they dropped the luggage in Amy's quarters the Captain took them to where Rachel was. 

"We are ready to sail away Mistress Rachel." The Captain spoke very calm and sure of herself as she entered the open balcony. Rachel then instructed her to get the ship under way. Then they were off to the middle of know where; away from all civilization.

Rachel was sitting by the rail in the sun surrounded by three servants, which looked to be shemales. They were all topless with breasts at least 34D, wearing different colored thongs and 6-inch heels.

"Hello Tim," smiled Rachel. "How do you like my slaves?" Rachel pointed to the three shemales serving her. Two of the slaves were rubbing her feet while the other was serving her a drink.

There were also three real women, all over 40 years of age that were lying in lounge chairs tanning in the sun with Rachel. There was a table in middle which had a large flesh colored dildo standing up on it. Tim afraid to make eye contact with the other people found himself looking down at it.

Rachel then corrected herself, "They are not particularly my slaves, at least not yet. They are actually the slaves of these fine ladies over to my left." Rachel's hand pointed to the three other ladies tanning. "They were merely their husbands, but now they are much more. These three slaves are now productive servants.

"If you are wondering, my dedicated slaves are inside and are tied up for the moment." All the women then laughed in unison at Rachel's sly little joke. 

Tim was feeling very weird and uncomfortable standing there in his old manly cloths and his downward eyes continued to drift to the large dildo on the table.

Rachel then spoke again. "How do you feel? You look like you're not too comfortable. Is it those manly cloths that you're wearing?"

Tim didn't know if it was the cloths, but she was right, he didn't feel right. He responded to her saying, "No. I guess it could be my cloths."

"Oh, would you feel more comfortable looking like these slaves, wearing nothing but a thong and high heels?" Rachel looked at him very seriously.

"Maybe I would," replied Tim hesitantly.

Rachel then spoke looking at the other women. "You see it is in his nature to be sex slave. He doesn't feel right in proper men's clothing. He needs to be a slave and not a man. He craves to be a sexual object. Is this true?" She looked back at Tim who was in shock at her statements.

"I noticed you keep looking at the dildo I have sitting on the table." Rachel tried to establish eye contact with Tim. "You are thinking about putting it in your mouth and sucking it. True?" There was a silence then. Rachel then continued, "Or is there something else on your mind?" Everyone was looking at Tim.

With I shaken voice Tim replied, "I was looking at the dildo. I was thinking..."

Rachel then said with confidence, "Why don't you come over to the table and show us what exactly you were thinking?"

As if Rachel controlled his body, Tim got on his knees and crawled to the table. He looked at the dildo for a second and then quickly put it in his mouth. He was now feeling better. He closed his eyes and tried to suck it all the way down his throat, which he was able to do. The women did a small cheer when they saw his lips reach the base of the dildo.

"Good work Amy," Rachel said and then looked to Tim. "You can be yourself here slave. You don't need to pretend you are a strong man in those cloths. Your Mistress has given you a woman's name, is that correct?"

He acknowledged nodding his head with the dildo in his mouth. 

With a giggle Rachel replied, "Then please tell me your real name."

"It's Lisa, Mistress."

"Thank you. You see how easy it is slave to be who you truly are. Now get more comfortable by taking off those fake cloths." 

Tim, now to be called Lisa by more than just his wife, took the dildo out of his mouth and started to remove his cloths. "No, leave the dildo in your mouth while you take your cloths off. You've been in love with that thing since you got here, why take it out now?" Mistress Rachel said.

"Amy take Lisa to room C5 down the hallway to your right. Tie him up appropriately. You should find our new anal hook in there, and then come back out here for drinks with us. By the way Lisa, your tits are too small, you should beg your Mistress Amy to get your boobs done. There is nothing like the site of a submissive that has a shapely ass, tight waist and big tits. Lisa... you must be envious of how large the other slave's breasts are. If your Mistress Amy can't help you with getting them done, I will."

Lisa nodded his head and moaned into the dildo to acknowledge Mistress Rachel.

They made it to room C5. There were straps from the ceiling and straps on the floor. There was also a hook that hung from the ceiling quit low. Mistress Amy explained that this was an anal hook. The hook was metal and was inserted into Lisa's ass and then slack was removed so the rope would have some tension. The wrists and ankles were bond spread eagle. Mistress Amy saw a cock gag on the floor and strapped it to Lisa's face. Mistress Amy then left the room with Lisa bond and gagged naked with an anal hook attaching him to the ceiling. 

Mistress Amy joined the other Mistresses and slaves outside. Rachel looked at Amy as she sat down and said, "You've done some good work, but there is more left to be done. You see these other slaves; they have had their balls removed. Pink slave come here." Rachel then under her breath said to Amy, "We are calling them by the color of their thongs right now. Each slave has a designated color. Your slave will get grey thongs to wear. Also lets try to just refer to them as it, slave, or property."

The pink slave then came over to them and Rachel pulled down its thong and lifted its penis up. "You see how small the ball sack is and that there is a scar going across it. There is nothing inside. Just like I've told you before we have a ceremony we do here on the boat to remove their key testosterone-producing organ. This slave will also eventually have its penis removed."

Rachel then let go of the slave and told it to go. "Amy we have a little surgical room here on the boat and a plastic surgeon. We can completely take care of your slave. Even get it larger breasts!"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

"Oh yes you are. Haven't you noticed the improvements with everything else since you've been doing the things I told you to do? I didn't mention this before but these three slaves on the dock are going to have their penis's removed on this trip." Rachel then stopped for a moment with an evil grin. "They will have no balls, no dick, just a pee hole. They won't even have something that resembles a vagina. And they shouldn't! They are not women; we are. They are asexual servants. That's it."

"Rachel, are you serious?"

"Oh am I."

"Wow. That really is something."

Rachel then calmed her sudden excitement and said to Amy, "For now you need to get your slave fixed and get it serious tits. Then it will completely belong to you and make an even better servant." Rachel then looked at the other ladies out on the dock.

"I'm so sorry Amy, I didn't introduce you to these other ladies. This is Rose, Anita and Sandra."

Anita then said to Amy, "We ladies have been talking about your slave. We haven't fucked a slave that still has balls in years. We'd all like to screw it before it loses its testosterone source. Have it fight with its last bit of masculinity as it spews out the last of its real sperm."

Amy then replied, "Well, my slave is very submissive and has been on estrogen for a while now. I don't think there's any masculinity left in my Lisa."

Sandra, an older lady slightly overweight responded, "Honey, I'm fifty-five years old and I can see a little stud in that slave boy of yours. Let me tell you there is nothing like seeing a truly feminized boy after he has just had a great ass gangbanging. Well there is something close to that good. Fucking that boy's ass in a gangbang." All the ladies including Amy laughed. The slaves kept silent.

Rachel then said, "It's now a she and we should be calling it an it. And yes Amy, you need to share with these other women your slave before it loses all of what makes it a resemble a man. Now that you are part of the club you will also have access to the new slaves before they get fixed.

"Let's see if Sandra is right. Tonight let's have ten of our best slaves that have had no balls in at least two years line up bent over. We'll all whip them softly, and the one that looks the hottest being whipped we'll take to the gangbang. We'll put that slave next to Amy's new one, Lisa. All five of us women, and I'll offer to the women that legitimately work on this ship, will gangbang both slaves in tandem. All the paid crew on board are women, and with the exception on the Captain they will all love to participate.

"This should give us at least ten women to gangbang two slaves. Those two slaves will get their asses worked out.

"Every woman will have to fuck the one that won the whipping first and then fuck Lisa. After your turn you can get back in line and screw either one of them up to three times additional times, if you are still having trouble deciding. After we're all done we women will get together and vote on whether the one with balls was better. 

"Just to let you know Amy we have plenty of strap-ons here. They are all at least six-inches in length, and they are all different shapes and colors. Once you pick what you are going to use for the gangbang you can't change. While you are waiting for your turn, if there is a slave's mouth open... you know what you can do.

"They will not be bond. They can be on their back or on their knees. This will give us all the opportunity to see how well they move their bodies. Any questions?" They were all quiet. 

Rachel then finished saying with a big smile, "Amy if your toy wins it can keep its balls for an extra day. If not they are coming off tomorrow."

To be concluded...



Opening Him Up Ch. 08



A couple of days had passed since they boarded Rachel's ship and they had the gangbang. It was almost dinnertime and Amy was in C5 with her slave. He was tied up and gagged. Amy was in a comfortable dress sitting on a chair across from her slave pondering what things were going to happen to him.

There was a knock at the door. It was the Captain. Amy yelled, "Come in!"

The Captain entered and stated that the dinner was now being served. Amy then asked, "What do you think about all this slave stuff?"

"I don't really think it's my place to say. I get paid pretty nicely to just shut my mouth and make sure the ship safely goes to and from port."

Amy then said with all sincerity, "Please tell me what you honestly think. I'm not too sure about all of this."

"I don't know your story Amy." The Captain then walked over to were Lisa was tied up. "He still has his balls and doesn't have the breast implants yet. There is still man in him.

"Don't you enjoy being with a man Amy? Having a strong man that can hold you and caress you is something I would never give up." The Captain then put her face against Lisa's face as if to smell his cheek. 

The Captain then continued, "Won't you miss the feeling of his cock in your pussy and the weight of his body holding yours to the bed?"

"I do miss it actually. It's been a long time since I've let my slave enter me." Amy couldn't believe that those words had escaped her, especially in front of her slave. "I mean yeah, I could use a real cock from a man."

"I'm going to get myself in trouble if I keep speaking. Dinner is served and I must leave you two alone." The Captain then left the room.

Amy went over to Lisa. She ran her hands gently over his body and whispered in his ear. "Darling my love. I think I agree with the Captain. I do miss the man that held me at night and made love to me. I think it would be strange if you didn't have balls. I don't know if I can have them give you breast implants, and then the thought of them eventually removing your cock..." 

Her slave couldn't speak with the cock gag in his mouth, but tears slowly swelled up in his eyes.

"Tim... if there is still a Tim in this body, I'm not going to go through with this. I'm going to tell them at dinner that I don't want any more treatments for you. Your body is going to stay a man's. I love being in control of you. But I think if they have their way with you, you won't be you anymore." Amy then rested her head on his chest.

"Maybe there is a middle ground to dominating you, and we probably past it sometime ago before the medical treatments." She then reached down and took hold of his flaccid cock. 

"I want this cock to be in me again. Even though you'll be on top doing me, you'll know I'm the one in charge of you still, right? 

"I need to tell these other ladies here that nothing more will be done to my husband. That's right, I still consider you my husband and I'm not going to lose any more of you. I'm keeping you balls, your cock and your natural chest."

Amy then slapped him across the face and said, "I love you."

She then left the room for dinner with him hanging there still tied up and anal hooked to the ceiling. 

About two hours went by and then Mistress Rachel entered where Lisa was being kept. She was alone. She went over to where Lisa was and pulled off his cock gag. He then gasped for air and stretched his mouth.

Mistress Rachel stood in front of him with her eyes no more than a foot from his face. Before now Lisa hadn't really been able to look at her. Her eyes were so dark you couldn't see where her pupils started. Her hair was dark like a raven and her stare burned with hatred. She had olive skin. Her body was fine and fit. She was wearing a tight black dress that looked like something a woman would wear at a formal meeting. She was a very attractive thirty-five years old woman.

Lisa saw the arm muscles of Mistress Rachel flex as she gently took hold of his exposed testicles. He could tell she was holding back and he became very afraid.

"I don't know if you understand how much pleasure I'm going to get from cutting these balls off. I'm going to tie you up to a heavy metal contraption outside, which will have a nice little cutting board between your legs. You'll be on your back so you can see my excitement. There will be a small rope very tightly tied to the top of your sack." Just then she started to scratch her nails at the top of his sack. "I'll cut below the rope so there is little mess."

She then yanked his balls gently. "Then your balls will be mine." She rotated her face around his, as if to kiss him on the lips. She then released his balls and walked to side of the room were there was a large cabinet door. "After your balls are cut off I will keep them in here." 

She opened the cabinet door to reveal at least twenty small jars lined up in rows of five. Each one contained a pair of testicles floating in a clear preservative. "These are from every slave I've successfully feminized since I was twenty-two years old."

She turned at looked at him. "I want yours up here too. Don't you want to contribute to my collection?"

In fear Lisa responded, "I... I... Mistress..."

Rachel took what Lisa was saying as a yes and continued, "Then why are you putting hesitation in Mistress Amy? You need to confirm with her that this is what you need and desire. There can't be any doubt in her mind that what she has and will do to you will be for the betterment of her life and the life of others. You are becoming a true instrument or toy for women. 

"With this new life you will not be a perverted man, but a voluptuous servant that neither resembles a man nor a woman, but you will have some assets of both. You will serve women, as men should. These steps are to help clean you of your vile masculinity so you may be more like the superior sex. The female.

"Your Mistress Amy has done a good job of starting this process with you. Both of you still have more to grow though." Distant screams of a man could suddenly be heard. 

"There is another slave on this ship that is in a also giving me his jewels tonight. To further strengthen Mistress Amy, I'm having her take part in his ceremony, which is going on right now. We give no pain relief and when the job is done his balls will be immediately put into a jar. Then I will have the slave present them to me."

Mistress Rachel was trying to read Lisa for how the slave was taking it. "You are schedule next. To help with the pain of removing your testicles, I'm going to give you a very intense whipping. Would you like this?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure..."

"Shut up!" Mistress Rachel then grabbed his left ass check and started to dig her nails in. "The answer is yes! Aww you're starting to cry. This is why you are a sissy."

Mistress Rachel composed herself and said, "You are getting your balls removed regardless of what doubts you or your Mistress Amy are having. I should even take this little cock. I want you to beg your Mistress to have me cut your balls off. I want you to beg like this is the biggest thing you ever wanted in your life.

"If you beg her convincingly will make sure your balls are cut off nice and fast and with the least amount of pain. If you don't beg Mistress Amy to have you nuts cut off, I will use the dullest knife and take forever to cut them. The pain will be so intense that you'll probably pass out. I leave that choice up to you."

"Yes Mistress. I will beg my Mistress Amy to have you remove my balls." Lisa began to feel very sick to his stomach. 

"Now that's a good sissy. I guess now you'll want that whipping." Rachel then stood back and got a riding crop and started to whip the ass, thighs and back of the slave Lisa. With every jolt of pain came a yank from the anal hook. Lisa started to become faint and felt the cool blood drip down his body.

Lisa then noticed that he was now laying on his back outside on a cold metal surface. He must have passed out for a little bit. His limbs were tied up to opposite corners of the contraption. He looked at a full moon above him and felt the breeze of the salty sea air. The boat lights were then shown on him and Mistress Amy approached.

Well-conditioned Lisa said to Mistress Amy, "Please have my testicles removed." His voice was broken and weak. With a little more strength he continued, "Please Mistress I beg you to have my testicles removed by Mistress Rachel." 

Mistress Amy then leaned down to him and whispered, "I know you're in a lot of pain. I'm going to get us off this ship. I don't want you to losing your nuts." This was not registering with Lisa. He was broken. The pain of the whipping was so bad he thought he wouldn't even know when they cut off his testicles.

"Mistress Rachel," spoke Mistress Amy, "He has requested that you do the removal, but I am now understanding the importance of this and I would like to cut them off myself."

Mistress Rachel looked like she was suspicious of Mistress Amy's sudden epiphany, but still wanted to give Mistress Amy the chance to prove the she was becoming a true dominant over her slave.

"Yes, you may Mistress Amy. You may remove your slaves testicles, but under one condition. After you remove his testicles I will then remove his penis."

"But the other slaves here still have their penis, I thought." Amy was thinking that if she got him free then it wouldn't matter what was promised to Rachel.

Rachel then yelled out, "Come here slaves black, silver and blue." Three shemale slaves with the appropriate colored thongs came over. "Show Mistress Amy what's between your legs."

The slaves then pulled down their thongs to reveal nothing but what looked to be a clump of scar tissue between their legs. It was nothing that resembled a pussy or a cock.

Rachel then continued, "I was going to wait till later to remove your slave's penis, but since you now are feeling more confident with what we are doing, lets do the whole thing now."

"O.K." replied Mistress Amy. 

Every one gathered around and the knife was handed to Mistress Amy. The ship's surgeon was next to her giving her instructions. The nuts and penis were now prepared for the cut.

Mistress Amy though was looking at how to quickly untie her slave. She knew there was a small boat on the side of the ship where they could escape. Hopefully they would find land or another boat before to long.

"You may cut now Mistress Amy," barked Mistress Rachel.

Mistress Amy then dove for the restraints to free her slave. Quickly she was taken by the other Mistresses and held back against the ship's wall.

"I guess you weren't as ready as you said you were. Do not freight, I will do you the favor." Mistress Rachel being the expert that she was then took the knife that Mistress Amy had dropped and put it to the slaves sack. 

With a quick cut she removed Lisa's balls. "No!" Shouted Mistress Amy as she started to scream wildly. "Now don't cut off his cock too. I need him to have his cock!"

With another quick cut Mistress Rachel removed the slave's cock. Lisa passed out and the surgeon attended the slave. Mistress Amy began to sob.

Mistress Rachel picked up his fallen sack and penis and brought them over to Mistress Amy who was now on the floor sobbing. "One day you will understand that this is for the best and that I've done you a favor."

A couple of days had passed and slave Lisa was being kept in a recovery room. The Captain visited Mistress Amy in her quarters. 

The Captain sat down next to Mistress Amy and said, "I feel for you and your husband. I've over heard that they are disturbed by how hurt you are by all of this." 

With great difficulty the Captain then said, "They want to kill your slave so you loose your attachment to him. They are conceiving a snuff film. If you care about his life you and he need to leave."

"What?" Mistress Amy's face turned pale like she had seen a ghost. "Would they really do that?"

"They want to teach you a lesson about slaves. About them being less then human and they feel this is what you need. What I think you need is to be off this ship as soon as possible with what still remains of your husband.

"There is a ship on the side and I can get it set up and help you both sneak off the ship. Are you ready to do this?"

Mistress Amy then started to cry and said, "Yes, thank you soo much." With the Captain's help they were able to get off the ship and get back to their home.

Mistress Amy took Lisa to their old place in the city. A few months had now gone by since the visit to the "Goddess" ship and they hadn't had any sex. The title of Mistress Amy still seamed right to Lisa, as did being her husband being called Lisa. Mistress Amy though would no longer speak to Mistress Rachel or the other Mistresses.

Lisa was no longer on estrogen but still kept his body shaven. He dressed as a man and got a job working in an office. Outside of the home they called each other Amy and Tim. They tried to go back to how it was before it all started but the role change was permanent. Lisa felt that the Tim he knew died, and to only use that name at work or in public.

Another three months had passed. Mistress Amy watched her husband, the man who was now only seeing himself as her slave Lisa, come home one night. He looked a little depressed and they still hadn't had sex since being on the boat. 

Mistress Amy grabbed a hold of Lisa's shirt and said, "Honey, I'm horny and I need some sex." 

"Mistress I don't have a penis anymore. I can't have sex."

"Oh you still have an ass." She took one of his ass cheeks in her hand and gave him a wink. "Don't you remember I was able to make you cum just doing you from behind. Come on sweety, for me."

Lisa then gave in and before he knew it he was back on his hands and knees in front of her and she was supporting the old double-sided dildo. Then there was a pause as if something was wrong. Mistress Amy then said, "We don't have any lube here. I'm sorry honey but can you just suck my cock a little so you have some lube when I enter you."

Reluctantly her husband turned around and put his lips around her strap-on and began to work it down his throat. He closed his eyes and started to get aroused. Mistress Amy then gently tugged at his hair and told him to look at her.

He looked up at her while sucking on the dildo and she said, "That's plenty wet now. Turn around so I can make love to you." He turned around and pushed his ass towards her hips.

She slowly inserted the wide head into his ass. "You got a little tight didn't you Lisa?" Mistress Amy felt the resistance of his sphincter as it slowly opened.

"Yes Mistress, it has been a long time since I've felt your cock in me." He grunted softly as she slowly moved the entire length inside him. After it was in she rubbed the front of her hips slowly up and down on his ass cheeks.

She then leaned down and wrapped her arms around him to hold him as she began her thrusting. "Other than you orally satisfying me this is now the only way we can make love. Good thing we got the practice before she did... you know."

She then reached for his breast and felt how they had gotten smaller since he stopped taking the estrogen. "At least we got out of there before they gave you the implants."

"You know Mistress Amy. Sometimes I think they took what I thought made me a man. Now I'm not anything. Maybe I should be like a woman. Right now I'm taking it like a woman. I could get some nice large breasts and be on estrogen again. I could disappear from work and society and legally become a woman, then re-enter life as a woman. We can get married again, but as a lesbian couple."

"I don't know about that. I mean..." She then repositioned herself to get deeper into his ass. "I mean, I guess there isn't much making you a man anymore is there. I just don't know about me being lesbian if you were a man. And a wedding... Let's just think about you becoming a full female first. 

"Because you've been working we can probably afford to get your breast done and start you on estrogen again. Then do the legal work and you're my girlfriend. After you've been my girlfriend for a few years then maybe I'll consider a gay wedding with you. hehe

"Oh, it feels so good fucking you again Lisa, I mean making love to you. You move so well under my cock. It's no wonder you won the gangbang competition. And your ass loosened up rather nicely tonight. I'm just sliding in and out of you like it's nothing. How are you liking my cock?

"I love your cock Mistress. You do me sooo good. I think... I'm going to cum." She felt his pee hole and noticed it was dripping a little clear fluid.

"Cum for me Lisa, cum from me fucking your ass." They then had a shattering orgasm and Mistress Amy held tightly to her husband as she made her last few thrusts.

Six months after that he had gone forward with the full sex change, but leaving his pee hole unchanged. His name was legally changed to Lisa. They now were girlfriends. 

After two more years though, Mistress Amy couldn't take not having a man's cock inside her. She started to read internet stories about cuckolds. Then she found herself masturbating to those stories.

It was only time till she brought it up to Lisa. "Honey, it's been a couple years since your sex change. You love me, right?"

"Yes Mistress"

"It's hard for me to say this but I need some cock. Real cock from a real man. I'm sorry about what happened to you on that boat but we can't change that. I have needs too. You may be satisfied with the strap-on, but strap-on sex is not enough for me. I need to be penetrated with a real man's cock.

"Also I was never into women. I had to allow you to get the complete sex change because of... you know, because of what they had already done to you. And you are very submissive honey, and I need some man handling on occasion. Don't you want me to be happy?"

"I knew this was going to happen. And yes I want you to be happy. I just don't want to see it and I don't want to know. Do it somewhere other than home. I'll stay home and clean I guess while you're gone."

"Hey, I'm your Mistress and your girlfriend. I don't know where that tone of voice came from. We are not husband and wife anymore. I own this house. If I want to bring a man home and do him in my bed it is my call, not yours. No offence, but your status hasn't changed since you were made my slave. If I want to bring a man home and have you watch him fuck me, you should feel privileged.

Mistress Amy then took a breath. "I'm sorry, I got a little strong. Look Lisa, I love you but you know you've always been... well... a slave to me, and that's never going to change."

"I know Mistress, my position is to serve you. Every time I look in the mirror or touch myself I'm reminded of that."

"Don't worry Lisa. We'll still make love. I still like doing you; it's just that strap-on sex is not always enough for me. And those bad women took your equipment so you can't fully satisfy me anymore. You're my girlfriend now and I need a man. I'm sorry."

In time Amy did have sex with a few other men and Lisa never participated in those activities. They never did get re-married, but Amy stayed with Lisa for the rest of her life. They were happy together, but most importantly they always belonged to each other.

The End.