0 comments/ 20000 views/ 7 favorites My Master By: Wicked_Angel Every had an understanding "Daddy Dom"? Don't know what that is?? Well, this story is a true one..a REAL life experience that happened between me and my Master. Yesterday my Master and I went shopping and he told me that I could have some sexy lingerie for Valentines Day. I had been a good little Princess. So, I picked out this sexy robe and short little red nightie that I knew would please my loving Master. Upon coming home he asked me to try it on and make sure that I wore no panties. Throughout the night, whenever he felt like it, he would come over and stick his fingers in my cunt making me squirm with pleasure. Several times he walked up and grabbed my nipples pulling them very hard, knowing that they were very sensitive to his touch. He told me to go and put on my 5" red platform shoes. I was hesitant simply because I was not in the mood to wear those things…they make a girl's feet hurt, you know? Well the Master was not happy that I chose not to obey him. He came over to me and ripped me up by the hair pushing me onto the couch. "You will do as I say young lady!" He said and commenced to spank my ass. Now, I love to be spanked and usually it is a pleasure, but tonight my Master did it harder than usual. I found myself beginning to whimper as he had drew back for yet another round. And my eyes would well up with tears each time his powerful hands came down upon my ass. When he was done making my little butt sore and red, he found my dildo and made me play with it for him. I was a bit shy about it at first. My Master had never made me do such things in front of him. He told me to lick and suck it like it was his very own cock in mouth. So, I licked and sucked on the head of it and began licking the shaft up and down moaning as if it were a real cock in my mouth. He told me to deep throat it, to get it all nice and wet for my tight cunt. My Master pulled out his big cock and stood in front of me stroking it, making my mouth water to have him. With his permission, one hand ventured down to my cunt and began to play with my throbbing clit. Nearing the point of orgasm, my Master instructed me to fuck myself with my long, fat dildo. He told me that I was to shove it in my pussy as deep as it would go. The dildo was hard and smooth entering me. But God it hurt so badly when I had to slam it against my cervix over and over again, thrusting it into me as far as I could get it to go. My Master was very pleased with this as I could see the pre-cum dripping from the very tip of his cock. Oh how bad I wished to sit up and get a taste of him, but I dared not move for fear of another round of those earlier spankings. He watched as I pushed it into me deeper and deeper. I would get so close to coming and then he would stop me. He could tell that I was close by the way I kept fucking the dildo forgetting that it was anything but his fat, hard cock inside me. We then moved to the bedroom where he told me to lie on the bed and continue fucking myself. He stood above me as proud as any Master could be. Smiling at me while he continued to stroke his dick. He told me that I could come, but I had to remove the dildo from my wet cunt and suck all my juices from it. I put it up to my mouth and began to lick around the sides of it. I looked up at My Master and slowly slid it down my throat and continued to suck and lick it until it was perfectly clean for him. After I handed it to him, he inspected it, making sure that I had done my job well. I sucked it well enough that you could barely detect the faint scent of pussy. He told me that I could come but only stimulating my nipples. I was not to touch my cunt, unless he instructed me to do so. I began to slowly rub my nipples making them harder and harder. I was so turned on that it did not take long until I was pulling my nipples so hard that they felt as though they were on fire. I could feel my clit down below throbbing in response. Realizing that I was on the verge of orgasm, my darling Master came to me and shoved his fingers into my cunt and began to rub my clit vigorously with his thumb. Immediantly I was asking for permission to come. He shook his head yes. I did not even expect the tremendous orgasm that rushed over me. I came and came all over him, completely soaking his hand in my cunt juices. He stuck his fingers into my mouth making me suck each and ever drop of my come from them. "Don't you wish you had a pussy sitting on top of your face right now? Making her fuck your face while I shove my hard cock into your beautiful cunt." Oh, how I did wish that. "Yes, Master I do. I want a nice wet cunt right here on my mouth." "You are such a naughty girl Princess. Wanting to have it all I bet. I imagine you never even thought that I might like to fuck her, now did you?" "I'm sorry Master, I was only thinking of myself." "Well, for this my Princess you will have to be tied up in order to receive my cock." He slowly began to remove my robe from my body. Taking it off my shoulders and stopping where I would not be able to move my arms he pulled the fabric taunt. Standing up, he shoved his cock into my mouth, deep throating me and making me gag on him. His cock was so long and thick that is was very hard to fit into my mouth, let alone go down my throat. Satisfied that he had brought me enough pain, he removed it from my mouth and told me to hold it. I was allowed to use my hands and suck it the way that I choose to. I ran my nails over it first making him shudder. Then getting my mouth a little closer I kissed the head of his cock tasting the pre-cum that had been there earlier. My, oh, my, did it ever taste so sweet. I wanted to feel it in my mouth. I began to slowly suck the head, putting it farther and farther into my mouth as I made my way down the complete length of his succulent cock. Gently I kissed and licked my way back up. God, he tasted so very wonderful. He then threw me back onto the bed. He grabbed my wrists and wrapped the silk belt from my robe around them. Holding onto this, while laying on my side he thrust his big hard cock into me. He shoved it in deeper and deeper. God, it felt so good to feel him deep inside me. He pulled out before he even had the chance to cum. I was so very close that I moaned in disgust when he got up from the bed. Forcefully he rolled me over and tied my ankles and hands together, making it almost impossible to roll over or move. Again he entered me from behind and fucked me so hard. I could feel his cock deeper in me than it had ever been before. I could feel him beginning to throb. When he came he shoved it into me so hard, harder than I had ever had it before. My pussy throbbed so hard. I could feel him pulsating inside me and I came all over his big, fat cock. Afterwards he untied me he told me to get on my knees and clean him off. I greedily sat up and licked and sucked his magnificent cock until nothing was left on it. As we lay down together, he pulled me into his arms and gently kissed me upon the lips. "Thank you my Darling Princess." "You are welcome Master." I snuggled up closer to him. I could feel the warmth of his body against me and I listened as his breath began to even out in peaceful slumber. "You have made all my dreams come true, Master." I whispered, as tears slowly streaked down my cheeks. He pulled me in tighter to him and kissed me on the forehead. Silently telling me that he understood. I fell asleep listening to his heart gently pounding in his chest. My Master The alarm clock goes off, I reach over to hit the snooze button but find that I can’t move my hands. While I was sleeping you tied my wrists to the headboard. You know that I hate not having control. I look around the room but you are not there. I scream out your name but no answer. You know this is making my blood boil I scream out, ”GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" You enter carrying whip cream and a big grin on your face. You tell me I am too loud so you have to gag me. As you gag me, you tell me that you are happy that I sleep in the nude. You take the whip cream and spread it all over my body from my nipples to my sweet petals, and then you leave the room, saying, “all good things come to those who wait." There is nothing I can do but kick my legs and moan. You finally come back into the room and start to lick the whip cream from my nipples, taking your time driving me crazy. Licking slowly up and down my body but never stopping at my sweet petals. You look up and grin and say you will take the gag off if I promise to be a good girl. You having control is driving me crazy. I shake my head and promise to be good. You take the gag off and kiss me deep, as you put more whip cream on my body. You start licking down my body again till you reach my pussy, slowing licking my lips, up and down. You know how I love to grab your head to push you into me but you have me tied up, so you take your time. I’m on fire and I am begging you to lick my clit. You reach next to the bed and take an ice cube from a glass, taking the ice and holding it, letting the cold ice drip down on to my hot burning pussy. Then you put the ice in your mouth and start to lick and suck my clit, making me moan with pleasure, begging you to allow me to suck your cock. You start licking my clit as I thrust my pussy onto your face. You pull away telling me to be a good girl or you will leave again. I promise to stop moving as long as you keep licking me. You come up next to me and put the head of your cock close to my lips then pull away. You start sucking and licking my nipples then lick your way back down to my pussy. I cannot control moving my lower body as you are licking and sucking me. Putting my legs together making it hard for you to lick my pussy. You take my legs and spread them apart. Taking two ropes you tie my ankles to the end posts of the bed. Taking your tongue you start teasing me. Moving your tongue up my legs, going slow as you look me in the eyes. Asking, “you want me to lick your pussy baby, want to cum." You turn and leave the room one more time. This time when you return you are carrying something. I can’t tell what it is, but I am about to find out. You untie my legs and fasten leather restraints to each ankle and fasten them to the legs of the bed, so my legs are spread wide. Reaching in your pocket, you produce a set of nipple clamps, joined by a chain, with a lightweight sliding along the chain. You pinch my right nipple, pulling it away from my body until it is standing stiffly upright. You attach the clamp, and a sharp pain shoots through my nipple. I want to scream, but know it will displease you, without a pause you begin pinching and pulling on my left nipple and attach the clamp. You drop the weight, about an ounce, and I cry out from the increased pain coursing through my tender nipples. As soon as the clamps are attached, you undo my hand’s and sit me up, bend me forward. You quickly bind my wrists to the bed posts, completely and effectively immobilizing me. The weight pulls at my nipples with a mild, but constant pain and I find my pussy getting wet from the sensation. You then place a blindfold on me, completely blinding me. I hear you walking away from me. It seems like forever before I hear you return but it was probably only a minute or so. I feel something cool and hard being rubbed along my pussy lips. Then you press it slowly into me. It is thick and hard and inch-by-inch you insert the rubber toy into my pussy. The toy stretches my pussy, but little do I know that you aren't done yet. I feel you spreading lube along my ass crack, and then you insert a toy in my virgin ass, it seems huge. You are being gentle and taking it slow but it still hurts. The plug feels huge, especially pressing against the large toy in my pussy. You wrap a wide leather belt around my waist, and run a strap from that between my legs and attach it to the back of the belt, effectively holding the toys snugly inside me. Pain and discomfort quickly turn to arousal but I can do nothing but wait until you decide I am worthy of release. I hear you moving around, but I can't tell what you're doing. Suddenly you grab my hair, pulling my head up, and I feel your cock pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and tentatively lick the head of your swollen cock. You rub it along my lips as I lick you, loving the taste of your manhood. Then you press it past my lips, sliding it slowly into my warm wet mouth. I accept your hard cock inch by inch into my mouth. You pause for a moment when you are buried to the hilt, your balls resting on my chin. Then I feel a low, deep throbbing begin in my pussy. The toy you had buried there is actually a remote vibrator. The sensations add to my arousal, making me suck your cock even harder. I press my tongue against the underside of your cock as you thrust into my mouth and lick the head as you pull out. Your strokes quicken and soon you're fucking my mouth in short, quick stokes, each ending deep in my throat. You turn the vibrator up higher my pussy is on fire with the need to come. You're slamming your cock into my mouth and throat. The sensations from the vibrator are intense, but not enough to trigger my orgasm. Between you fucking my mouth and the vibrator in my pussy, I am moving and shaking as much as my restraints would allow causing the weight on the nipple chain to swing, intensifying the painful sensations in my nipples. I can feel your cock pulsing in my throat and know you will be feeding your hot cum to me very shortly. You hold my head tightly and bury your cock in my throat with every stroke, and then I feel you tensing. You pull your cock from my mouth. I notice you are still hard as you pull from my lips. I am very near my own climax, but you have other plans and turn off the vibrator, leaving me frustrated and on the edge. I almost cry out from frustration and desire, but I know that will only bring punishment and I bite my lip to keep quiet. You walk behind me and release the strap holding the toys in, removing the vibrator but not the butt plug. "Don't Move, Slave." I could hear him walking around. He was standing in front of me, very close to my face. He reached and undid the restraints, as he did this his hard cock pushed hard against me. I could feel my pussy wetting more and more every second. “Stand up, Hands above your head!" I raised my hands and he wrapped his hand around my stomach and began sliding them down to my dripping pussy. He slid his hand down and pulled at my clit. I jumped with shock. Then his hand reached around back and pushed the anal plug deeper into my ass. "Not a sound, Slave!" Then his hands traveled up my stomach and at my breasts. He was cupping them, feeling them with his hands. Then he pulled hard and fast on the chain that was connected to the clamps at my nipples. My nipples burned. I didn't make a sound. He tightened the gag, tighter then ever before. My lips were pursed around the ball. I could feel the drool at the corners of my mouth. Then he threw me hard against the table in front of me. My breasts were squished firmly against the hard wooden tabletop. The clamps on my nipples were positioned just right against the table that there was a constant piercing pain. He came around in front of me and tied my arms and legs to the table. I must have been a sight to see. My torso was just as long as the table so that my pussy and ass were spread before him right at the edge of the table. My neck rested right on the front edge. And the table was at just the right height so that he could fuck me hard if he so desired. I heard him walk away again and go back to the wall. He came back over to me. "The more noise you make and the more you fidget, the harder this will be." "Is that understood?" I nodded my head, the best I could. He slowly dragged the tails of leather across my back. He slid it up and down the crack of my ass. WHACK. It landed right across my ass. My body jolted off the table. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tears began rolling down my face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He pushed the plug deeper in my ass. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He stuck three fingers in my pussy and began fingering me hard, stroking my g spot with one finger. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was experiencing severe pain and extreme pleasure at the same time. It was a very confusing feeling. I was ready to cum. I held it back. I knew I wasn't allowed to cum until he told me I could. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He stopped. I was now whimpering as tears were strolling down my face. He rammed his cock hard into my pussy, he began fucking me hard and fast. He pushed it in deep. He was fucking me hard. My swollen clit was pounding against the table. My body began to shake. He must have noticed because he said, "you may cum know slave" With that he thrust his cock one last time deep in my pussy and I came all over his cock. He came around in front of me and took the gag away from my mouth. He rammed his cock deep down my throat. "Clean your mess off of me, Slave!" I sucked him the best I knew how. He came deep in my throat and said, "You better not miss a drop!" I swallowed ever drop. He untied me and pulled me to his chest. “I am the Master and you are my slave; remember that.” I will bow to his every command from this day forward. My Master She sits at the keyboard, her hands move over the keys, words forming as they go. She stares at the screen in front of her and reads what appears as her fingers hum along. As her hands move you can hear the slight clinking of metal, it comes from her wrist cuffs. She has upon her wrists a pair of cuffs, they are wide, black leather with silver studs and hooks and buckles. As she types the clinking makes her heart beat a little faster, she feels a tingle as she goes along. It starts in her fingers, it is as if the emotion and passion she types flows back to her running through her fingertips. She feels the waves of warm heat run through her, her hands, her arms...her breath catches in her chest as it reaches her there. She feels the red fur lining against her wrist, the smell of the leather excites her, soothes her also. Inside of her she has found feelings that she never knew existed, deep inside of her they have laid waiting, for how long she does not know, maybe all of her life, she knows she feels things she has never known before. A sense of wholeness she thought her heart would never find or even look for again. She has found inside of her a yearning to belong, one to let someone else take control, to be dominated. She sits now writing in her journal for Him, she takes this assignment very seriously. He has requested she write what she feels in her heart always, but always listen to her head too. She must be strong and find her way to where she follows her heart to. He has told her to wear the cuffs all day, He also told her to sleep in them last night. She did as He asked and slept in them...her hands wrapped tight by the black leather cuffs, the fur lining next to her skin soft and sensual as it rubs her skin as her hands move lightly over the keyboard, on and on she writes. She tells him of the passion and pleasure she gets from Him, just a word from Him makes her smile widen and her heart flutter. She feels the power surge between them, she knows what it is but still it makes her shiver at times. The sheer intensity of it making her feel a tingle run through her body, it feels electrical in nature as she shudders...her shoulders jerking slightly, her fingers weak on the keys. The passion and emotion of her words have made her wet, she squirms in her chair as she writes on. The thought of Him and His touch make her moan, a soft growling moan, as she closes her eyes slightly and opens them again, a smile slides across her lips. The tip of her tongue slips over her lips, they are plump and luscious, and they hunger for Him. As she thinks of Him now her typing slows...her eyes bright with the wicked thoughts she has for Him... She can remember the night before, Him taking her cuffs and fitting them onto her wrists, the sheer pleasure she felt from this making her throb deep inside as He talked to her softly. While strapping them on her He tells her she belongs to Him, she is His...His breath hot on her face as He speaks to her. Her body shivers in ecstasy as she feels Him grasp her binds and pull her to Him. One of His hands holds her by the cuffs, the other reaches for her hair and He pulls her head back and gently He lowers His lips to hers... Their kiss starts slow and easy, His tongue running between her lips, she opens her lips and feels Him there and her own tongue darts into His mouth. He then tugs gently at her hair He holds, pulling her head back a little more, their kiss deepens...a moan escapes from her lips, deep and lustful it emanates from deep within and then comes the sound of her making Him moan as well. His grip on her grows tighter, she feels His teeth nip at her lips as he pulls back from her. His dark eyes flicker as she looks up at Him and then lowers her eyes, His gaze takes her breath away. She feels in it the power move between them. He reaches down and grabs her breast in one hand He lowers his mouth to her nipple and as his tongue circles it he nips at it, she jumps as she feels it tingle and notices the throbbing between her legs has grown stronger now. His hold on her keeps her from touching Him as she pleases. He knows that, He likes to make her wait, the touch she so desires. He teases her, tempts her, makes her need grow and grow, as does His own. She shakes her head and realizes her fingers have stopped, her memories of what has been have made her wet, made her want now... He will come to her soon, she touches the leather cuffs on her wrists and feels the erotic pleasure tingle through her. She waits for Him now...she belongs to Him, she has found passion and desire she did not know existed... She waits for Him as he tells her to... She glances at the screen and smiles, yes she has found her place, she has come home... My Master I sit anxiously at the end of the bed, waiting for Him to get home from work. Before He left today, I said something rude to Him, and I know I am in trouble. I have upset my Master, so I now sit completely naked, on my knees, hands behind my back, my collar around my neck. When I hear Him open the door, my heart skips a beat. I am frightened, and I don't want to be punished, but I know fighting it will only make it worse for me in the long run. I try not to shake as He walks in and looks down at me. He grabs my face in His strong hand and pulls it up, making me look into His eyes. I don't want to look up and see the disappointment written across his face. His eyes run down my body, making my skin feel hot. He pulls me up by my collar, telling me to stand perfectly still in front of the bed. I am to keep my hands at my sides, if I move even an inch it will be 10 times worse. He pulls His cat-o-nine tails out of the drawer, and runs it lightly across my chest. I shiver inside as it hits my nipples, but manage to be still outside. He smacks my thighs, not too hard, but the shock almost makes me cry out. He brings it down on my bare ass, it stings horribly, but I don't even blink. He tells me to lie on the bed with my legs spread. I am so scared now; I look up at Him and don't see my loving fiancé there. All I see is my Master, bound to teach his slave a lesson in how she speaks to Him. He whips the inside of my thighs, the leather hitting my sensitive skin brings tears to my eyes, but I do not let them fall. He tells me to kneel in front of Him and make it known how sorry I am. I look up into His beautiful blue eyes and tell Him I am truly sorry, it will not happen again. I know my pleadings fall on deaf ears, He doesn't care how much I beg. He tells me to undress Him, and I do so very carefully. I unbutton his shirt, reach around Him to pull it down, letting my hard nipples touch His chest. I slide back onto my knees, unbuttoning His pants and letting them fall to His ankles. I see His huge cock poking through the hole in His boxers and stare longingly at it, but He snaps at me for taking too long. I quickly removed His shorts, keeping my eyes cast down. He yanked me up by arm, leaving finger imprints on my pale skin. I followed Him into the bathroom, where I ran His bathwater. He climbed into the tub as I got a washrag and towel from the closet. I washed His short hair first, massaging His head with my fingers. He leans His head back against the back of the tub as I soap up the washrag. I wash Him everywhere, paying special attention to His hardening cock and sensitive ass. He stands up so that I can dry Him off. When I lean down to dry His legs, He pulls my hair so that my face is in front of his dick. I take it into my mouth, feeling the head in my throat. He pushes my head against Him, fucking my mouth. I can feel the veins pulsating against my tongue, and I begin to feel damp between my legs. He pushes me roughly onto the floor on my hands and knees. He kneels behind me, pausing to stare at my ass and wet pussy. He smacks me then, hard across my ass. He puts the head of His throbbing cock between my pussy lips, not entering me, just teasing. I moan, wanting Him inside of me, but knowing better than to ask. He rams His cock into me then, hard and painfully. He grabs my hair and pulls me back against Him. He fucks me roughly, not caring how I feel or what I want. This is my real punishment, not being able to enjoy Him making love to me. He speeds up, I know He is going to come soon, and He tells me to turn around and let Him come on my face. He knows I hate this, but I willingly crawl back towards Him. He masturbates and His cock begins to spasm, the hot fluid shooting out of Him and splattering on my cheeks and mouth. I take my fingers and scoop it off my face, eating it, swallowing His thick come. He bends down to kiss me, tasting the strong juice on my tongue. He asks me if I will think twice before I speak to Him from now on. We both know I will. My Master and a Guest My Slut wrote this to me... Watched Seinfeld...episode about Jerry buying Dad a new car. I tried to go to sleep...started fantasizing instead. Thought about you telling me to go to a hotel, and get the key at the front desk. As I walk into the room it is dark, but the door shuts behind me. You start taking off my clothes, once I am nude you tell me to assume the position...I know now that I am your slave. Once I assume the position you place a blindfold over my eyes, then turn on the lights. You command your slut to play with herself while we wait, so i begin to run my fingers over my wet pussy. I ask my Master if I can ask hime a question, and he says "yes my slut". I ask him if he would tell me what we are waiting for, he tells me to slide my fingers inside. He then tells me we are waiting for the others. He will not tell me more, so I am left wondering who and how many. He then says, "I think Company is arriving". I hear the door open as I am on my knees with my fingers deep inside me. My Master tells me to continue, and asks his guest if he likes the show. The guest says "you have trained your slut well, but will she do anything you ask?" My Master knows the answer to that question and says of course. The guest then asks if my Master can order the slut to suck on his cock, and he pulls it out and places in front of my mouth. My Master says "suck cock bitch", and I take him deep into my mouth and start sucking. My Master is proud of his little slut and tells her she gets a present. My Master leads me to the bed and pushes me down, face first. He then rams his cock deep into my ass and tells me to tell the guest how much I like it. I answer that "I love my Masters cock and would do anything to feel it inside me, especially in my ass." My Master tells me I have been such a good slave that I deserve to get my pussy eaten out as I am being butt fucked. I feel the guest tongue slide over my clit and immediately cum. My Master spanks me, hard, and tells his slut that he did not order her to cum yet. I apologize to my Master, and tell him what a bad slave I am. My Master tells me that a bad slave needs to be punished. He pushes me down with my into the bed and slides off his belt. My Master tells me he is going to whip me with his belt to make me cum, and that I must cum every time he whips me. My Master whips me hard. I feel the painful sting and loud slap across my ass, and cum like a good slave. He whips me again, and again I cum. "Thats more like it slave", my Master tells me. My master then tells me to assume the position. I assume the position and both the Master and his guest slide their cocks inside my holes. Of course my Master was in my ass, the guest in my nice hot pussy. I can feel both cocks moving in and out of me in different rhythms, wanting to cum desperately ...but my Master has not given the command yet. My Master tells the guest to stop fucking his slut, and that his little slut likes to be fucked in the mouth. I open my mouth wide for the guests cock, taking him deep as he rams his cock down my throat. My Master has started a new game with me...'guess the hole'. He fucks my ass and then my cunt, a few strokes on each. I beg my Master to please let me cum... and my Master says "NO, did I tell you to stop sucking cunt?" He slaps me hard across the ass, and I cum again. "You are a very disobedient slut" my Master tells me"...wait in the corner. Play with yourself as you wait..." I am ordered by my Master, "..and make it one hell of a show". I slide my finger inside me, he ignores me. So I slide two fingers inside, and am still ignored. I slide in a third finger, and then one in my ass, my Master looks up. I begin begging my Master if I can suck on his cock as I finger fuck myself, suck off all my juices and shit of his cock. My Master says for me to "crawl to him on my belly like the slut I am". I crawl to him and beg for his cock, and he shoves it into my mouth. He tell me to get up off my knees and offer my tight cunt to his guest. I feel the guest ramming his cock in my cunt as my Master rams his cock in my mouth. Then I feel the guest cum in my cunt. My Master says, of course I must cover that scent up, little sluts like you might try to sniff it out later, so my Master fucks my cunt hard and fast, driving deep and pounding inside me until he cums. My Master dismounts me and says to his guest "..would you like to see how well my slut is trained?" The guest says yes. My masters says, slut, now it is time for you to cum, and of course I follow my Masters orders and squirt out a glorious orgasm, and then thank him for allowing me to cum, such a kind and generous Master. My Master and I I entered the room, both nervous and excited about what the night would bring. I had dressed as I had been told; a low-cut, clingy, black dress that barely covered my ass in the back and barely held in my breasts in the front, thigh high, black leather boots over fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt, and no bra or panties. My skin was smooth and hairless; I had spent an extra long time preparing by making sure that every last bit of hair was removed from between my legs to allow my viewers the best possible view of me. I walked towards the lone chair in the middle of the room, knowing that the men were watching each step I made. I felt the wetness between my legs, and wondered if they could hear what I could hear as I walked - the wet sounds of my lips alternately rubbing and slapping together and pulling apart. I sat down, carefully pulling the back of the dress down so that my smooth skin would not come in direct contact with the chair. One of the men spoke: "spread your legs." I paused only for a moment and then acquiesced. My face was burning with a combination of embarrassment, desire, and shame as I realized that the onlookers could now see between my legs. Another voice spoke: "show us your breasts." Again, I quickly obeyed, and I dropped the slim straps off of my shoulders and then peeled down the dress so that it rested below my breasts. I glanced downwards as I did so, noticing that, as usual, my nipples were very puffy; this was one of my master's favorite things about me, the fact that when aroused my nipples, rather than hardening up and sticking out as most women's did upon arousal, became puffy and swollen, further adding to their already full dimensions. I heard a few murmurs of approval, followed by a brief comment that I knew was spoken by my master in reference to my nipples: "I told you so." A man stepped forward. I had been instructed not to look at any of the men above the waist, and, not wanting to displease my master, I did as I had been told. He spoke, "stand up." I did, knowing that my dress remained hiked up at hip level, baring all. I hung my head in shame, realizing that I was now displaying not only my full breasts, but everything between my legs as well. The man spoke again: "turn around and bend over so that you're leaning on the chair. Make sure your legs stay spread." I did as he requested, and realized that the position he had placed me in gave the men directly behind me a perfect view between my legs, while the men on my sides had a perfect view of my breasts as they hung down. Out of nowhere, I felt a slap directly between my legs. I closed my eyes and did my best not to make a sound, and succeeded. The man laughed, remarking, more to the others, I think, than me, "it's hard to make contact; there's so much wetness there that I almost slid right off." He slapped me again, but this time rather than removing his hand right away he left it there for a moment, sliding his fingers back and forth between my legs to feel my wetness. He eventually removed his hand, only to repeat the process; slap, feel, slide. On the fifth hit, he left his hand between my legs and opened his hand up fully, so that he was almost cupping me in his hands. He then pushed in with his hand, so that it came fully in contact with me, and he started to move it vigorously back and forth. I was lost in the sensation, and before I could think about it, I let out a moan. The man immediately removed his hand. I wanted to beg him to replace it, but knew that this would only guarantee that he refuse to do so. He moved, instead, to my side, and spoke to me. "Don't get any ideas that this is for your pleasure; your master arranged for us to satisfy ourselves in any way we desire. This not for your enjoyment." He then reached under me, grabbed one of my breasts, and started to slap it back and forth. He told me to stand up, and moved to my front, and I could feel his eyes burning into my body. I looked down and saw that my nipples were still swollen and puffy. The man spoke again: "Just look at her; I've never seen such puffy nipples." He then started to slap at my breasts; he went back and forth repeatedly, occasionally pausing to grab at a breast and squeeze it. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I knew that I was dangerously close to making another sound, so I gently bit my tongue to keep silent. He continued for a while, and then told me to spread my legs further apart; he was now assaulting my breasts with one hand while slapping me between the legs with the other. I bit my tongue harder, knowing that the moisture between my legs was betraying my arousal. He suddenly groaned, and I realized that he had climaxed in his pants without even touching himself. The mere act of slapping at me had made him achieve an orgasm. He pressed his hand against his crotch, gently massaged it as if to rub in the sperm that I knew was in there, and he moved away. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what would come next, and, for a moment, wondered if I was ready for this. Before I had a chance to think it over any further, two men stepped towards me. I saw that both men were wearing suits, and that both had pronounced bulges in their slacks. As I looked from one bulge to the other, they both undid their belts, unzipped their pants, and lowered their pants and boxers in one motion. Each man now stood to one side of me; pants around their ankles, erections fully visible, and as one they moved even closer and each reached for a breast. I gasped as each one made contact; both hands were warm, and although they were two separate men, they seemed to act as one. They began by using one hand to hold my breast from below, almost as if weighing its fullness. They next lifted up the breast they were holding and let it fall, causing it to bounce and sway a bit, and then repeated their actions; holding, releasing, holding, releasing. All the while their erections remained at full staff, and I wondered how long it would be before they began to use their free hands to grasp at themselves. To my surprise, what happened next was not something I had expected. I was unaware of if they were making eye contact, but they had moved towards each other so that they were no longer on each side of me, but rather in front of me. While using one hand to caress the breast closest to him, each man reached forward and grasped the erection of the one in front of him, squeezing, pulling, stroking. This continued for some time, and all the while they continued with their manipulations of my breasts. I delighted in the sight of the two men masturbating each other, wondering if my master had generously planned this for my pleasure, knowing of my desire to watch two men masturbate each other. As I silently thought to myself that I must remember to thank my master for this gift, the two men began to caress each other more urgently, and I saw the wetness that appeared at the tip of each erection. Again acting as one, they released their holds on both my breasts and each other, and they turned towards me. Both of them now had one hand grasping, massaging, and squeezing their testicles, while the other hand rapidly stroked their own enormous erections. Their breathing was loud, shallow, and interspersed with grunting noises, and I knew that at any moment each would reach his climax. I was correct; almost simultaneously, each man let out a groan of satisfaction and brought the tip of his erection into contact with one of my swollen nipples. They each returned to holding my breasts, using one hand to press me against themselves, and the other to hold the head of their erection against the tip of my nipples. They both began to spurt uncontrollably; the close contact between us meant that the sperm flew in all directions. Some of it spread across my breasts, some went down their hands, and some hit the underside of my chin and my arms. The spasms continued for some time, gradually decreasing in their intensity. They finally subsided, and the men pulled away, pulling up their pants without bothering to clean up the copious amounts of sperm that remained on their bodies, and they returned to the edge of the room. I looked down at myself; there was sperm covering my breasts. I was ashamed and aroused, but the arousal was more intense. I wondered how many more men there would be, how many more men would use my body for their satisfaction. I saw three men approach me; all three appeared unclothed. Again, I didn't dare look up above the waist to see if they were fully naked. One of the men reached forwards, gently held my chin, and told me to look up at him – but only at him. I did so, and saw my master's face before me, full of arousal. "You've been a good girl, just like I knew you would be. I'm pleased with you, and you will now be rewarded." I smiled, and quietly thanked him. He told me to lower my eyes again, and then told me to remove my dress, while leaving my stockings and boots on. I quickly complied, peeling my dress all the way off, all the while keeping my gaze on the floor. One of the men now moved to take away the chair I had been sitting on. He then, with the help of one of the other men, brought over a small couch, which the two of them folded out into a bed. The first man then sat down in the middle of the bed and started to masturbate. When he was fully hard, my master spoke again; "Turn towards him, and let him guide you down onto his cock." I trembled at the thought; this man was so well-endowed I wondered if it would fit. Nonetheless, I knew my place, so I did as I was told. I lowered myself onto him; once he was fully in, the man told me to raise myself up and down on his cock. Again, I did as I was told. My master spoke again. "Now hold still, the next part of your reward is coming." I held still, and felt a nudging at my anus, and knew that I was about to be penetrated. The man below me stayed still, making sure that he remained inside of me while the second man eased himself in. Soon they were both inside of me; I felt full, warm, satiated. They began to move; these two men, as the other two, also had the ability to move as one. It seemed as if they knew exactly when to penetrate and when to pull back in order to ensure that they both remained inside of me. I felt them growing even larger inside of me as they thrust deep and hard. I heard the slapping noises of their testicles hitting against me, and wondered if they could feel each other through the thin membrane separating my anus from my vagina. The man beneath me reached up to slap at my breasts, occasionally rubbing his fingertips over my swollen nipples. I moved with them, letting them enjoy my body, knowing that I was getting what I needed and desired. My master spoke to me again. He told me to close my eyes until he told me to open them. I obeyed, and I felt another weight on the bed. I heard one of the men moan, "Yesss..." and then heard licking noises and my master told me to open my eyes. My master was squatting over the man lying on his back, and the man beneath him was licking at his testicles. My master's erection was so thick, so full; I wondered how he could keep himself from exploding. The man beneath him continued to lick at his testicles, occasionally taking one into his mouth and sucking on it before letting it go and doing the same to the other. My master restrained himself from masturbating, and let his erection continue to grow. Suddenly, he changed positions, and rather than squatting over the man's face he was kneeling just behind his head. "Open your mouth, and look up at me." I did as my master commanded, and he smiled. He spoke again: "take me in your mouth." I leaned forward until I came in contact with him; he barely fit in my mouth but I managed, reveling in the familiar taste of him. He started to thrust back and forth, slowly at first, and gradually increasing in intensity. The man beneath me and the man behind me did the same; the three of them were simultaneously thrusting in and out, in and out, faster, harder. I was dangerously close to having an orgasm, but knew I had to wait until my master gave me permission to do so. All three men were panting, thrusting, and groaning; the one behind me said "I'm gonna cum," and I felt him spurt into my anus. As he was ejaculating into me, the man beneath me mumbled "oh, god, I can feel you cumming inside of her ass, it's gonna make me cum..." and he started to climax as well. The two of them spent themselves inside of me, filling me up with their sperm. As their motions slowed, my master's motions had slowed as well, although he still remained fully hard in my mouth. After a few more slow, deep thrusts, he held my head and pulled away, and told the two men who had filled me to move away from the bed. After they had done so, my master told me to lie on my back and spread my legs. I did so, knowing that there was sperm leaking out of me in two places, and feeling a mixture of shame, arousal, embarrassment, and the need to reach my own climax. My master spoke to me yet again, and told me to look up at him. I looked up; he had climbed onto the bed with me, and was standing over me. He had begun to masturbate himself furiously, fondling his testicles with one hand while rapidly stroking his full length. "Touch yourself," he told me; "make yourself cum." This was what I had been waiting for, this was what I had needed. I gratefully moved one hand towards my breasts, lifting one of them up so I could lick my nipple, and with the other hand I reached for my clitoris and squeezed it between my fingertips, moving up and down as quickly as I could. I was so aroused, so wet, and so full of sperm, and I knew that it wouldn't be long. "Do it," my master said, "make yourself cum, and watch me while you do it because I'm gonna make myself cum all over you." I looked up at him; I glanced briefly at his eyes but couldn't keep myself from seeing what I so very much loved to see; my master pleasuring himself in front of me. He groaned loudly and started to climax; his sperm began spraying all over me. It hit me everywhere – my face, my breasts, my tongue, my stomach, and between my legs. As he continued to spurt, one of the streams landed right on my clitoris, and as I felt it hit I came violently. I squeezed tightly with my fingers for a moment, rubbing the sides of my clitoris, and then plunged my fingers into myself, feeling the mixture of all three men's sperm. I was unable to stop, climaxing over and over and over. I finally lost control and spoke to my master; "it's so good, it's so good, thank you for giving me this, it's so good." He smiled down at me, his climax now finished. My own climax had finally begun to subside, and I lay there, unable to move. I looked around, and saw that the other men had left the room, and that we were now alone. He lay down next to me on the bed and began to massage the sperm that still covered me into my body. "You liked that. You needed that." I smiled and nodded. He laughed gently, and told me "I love that you know what you need, I love that you need to be filled up, I love that you let me have my friends use your body. And I love you for everything that you are." I knew that I loved him as well, and we curled up together, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies as he continued to stroke me long after his sperm had been absorbed by my skin. I felt complete, I knew that I had made my master happy. "Thank you," I said to him. He responded: "You're welcome, my beautiful girl. Rest now, lie still. You need to regain your strength. It won't be long now before the next group of men enters the room... My Master & My Wife "38 year old crossdresser, in good shape, looking for a Master to coerce me into oral and anal. Never been with a man before. Happily married, so discretion is important." It wasn't the most eloquent three sentences I'd ever written in my life but what it lacked in quality it made up for in passion. I clicked the submit button and the listing went live on the message board. My name is Greg and I'm happily married to Liz. She's a senior partner in a major oil and gas law firm. She travels to Washington DC one week a month to do lobbying work and to advise Members of Congress on "industry friendly" wording for new laws and regulations. We live in Houston and when Liz is in town, she puts in 60 hour work weeks. I have a part-time freelance job as a graphic artist... and I really just have the job so I don't have to call myself a stay-at-home husband. My work only occupies about five hours of my time every month and the rest of my days are occupied with housework, exercise, looking at porn, and crossdressing. I loved Liz deeply when I submitted that listing but I never shared with her that I was into crossdressing. When we'd talk about sex and ways to spice things up I always steered the conversation towards what she wanted. I never felt safe sharing my fetish with her. I also knew that, even with my deep and abiding love for my wife, a woman could never give me what I wanted. As a result, I decided to not torture her with it. About six months before I listed the posting online, I ran across a picture of a woman in sexy lingerie that was bent over a chair. A man was behind her, holding the woman's hands behind her back, and fucking her. Beneath the picture was the caption, "Be honest: who would you rather be?" That one picture shook me to my core because I realized in that moment that I wanted to be sensually dressed, bent over by a strong man, and forced to fuck him while he admired my body. That one picture forced me to admit to myself that I wasn't just a crossdresser but that I was also bisexual. I bookmarked the page with that picture so I could revisit it. I ended up opening it every day. It called to me and filled my fantasies. Six months after discovering it, I took the active step of finding a man to treat me like the slut I wanted to be for him. After submitting my listing I went to work washing all of Liz and I's clothing as well as tidying up the house. Houston is a large city so I expected to get a few men sending me pictures of their cocks, tons of spam messages, and hopefully one or maybe two serious replies. I really wasn't sure how many replies to expect so I didn't hover over the computer. After lunch and my Pilates routine, I checked my email and was surprised that the first reply I received to my listing looked to be serious. It was from someone calling themselves BayouCityMaster and here's what it said: To the crossdresser that posted the listing, I am BayouCityMaster. Over the years I have taken both men and women through their fears and inhibitions to their desires and beyond. I am currently wrapping up a season with a couple and am intrigued by you. To be honest, I think you're sexually unimaginative. Any man will fuck a slut up the ass and let her suck his dick. All she has to do is ask. I want to change you forever, not just give you a one-night stand. Here are some commands I might give you while you serve me: - Changing the underwear you wear for the rest of your life - Getting feminine tanlines - Letting me watch you and your wife have sex via webcam - Being seen in a semi-public place in drag - Wearing panties in front of your wife - Letting me video our sexual session(s) together If you are serious, here is what you need to do: - Take the listing down immediately - At 4:00pm today email me a picture of your driver's license, your women's and men's clothing sizes, your cell phone number, and what you and your wife's calendars look like for the two months. - Open a video/chat window at 5pm with the link at the bottom of the email. You'll be wearing nothing other than a pair of slutty panties. If I haven't received the email from you by 4pm, I rescind my offer. Master I couldn't believe what I had just read. It was more than I had ever imagined I would receive. I looked at the clock and realized I had 30 minutes to make up my mind. My hands were shaking, my breath was shallow, and I felt the color drain from my face. I pulled up the picture that had taken over my thoughts and looked at the woman bent over the chair. I wanted her life. I immediately took down the listing, scanned my driver's license, and emailed all of the information to BayouCityMaster. I then ran to the shower and quickly shaved my body. I covered myself in lotion, grabbed a pair of Liz's panties from her lingerie drawer (we're about the same size since I exercise and diet) and slid them on. I looked at the clock and realized I had about five minutes to boot up the computer and get to the chat site. I ran across the house, my ass jiggling in the red lace thong with each step. I turned on the computer, clicked the link, and sat down. One minute later BayouCityMaster logged on. In the video window containing him, all I saw was a dark grey sportscoat, a white shirt, and a blue tie. The window cut off below his head and above his waist. In my window was my naked upper body and my head. I started typing and my first conversation with Master began. Me: Hello? BayouCityMaster: Hello, Greg [name removed] who lives at [address removed]. Stand up and let me see what you're wearing. I pushed back my chair and stood up. I saw myself in the chat window and got light-headed with a mix of excitement and fear as I realized that someone was seeing me in panties for the first time in my life. Master asked me to spin around a few times for him. I slowly turned, letting him take in my bare ass and lace-covered erection. BayouCityMaster: That's a good little bitch. So you know, I am recording everything right now. Me: I expected that, Master. BayouCityMaster: Good. Now I'm going to cover my legal ass. You're going to read the following statement that I paste onto the screen with both your face and your panties showing in the video. Me: Yes, Master. BayouCityMaster: I, Greg [namewithheld], am participating in a sexual relationship with the person who goes by the online moniker BayouCityMaster. I will fulfill the role of a sexual submissive and he will fill the role of sexual master. BayouCityMaster has my permission to threaten me with blackmail involving pictures, videos, phone calls, and any other method he sees fit. BayouCityMaster has permission to have sex with me in any manner he sees fit. BayouCityMaster has permission to use my property and possessions while I am under his service. I hereby release BayouCityMaster from any legal liability or possibility of lawsuit in perpetuity. I read it all aloud, realizing what I was doing as I read each sentence. This strange man now owned me. I visibly shivered on the screen as I read the last sentence. BayouCityMaster: Good, bitch. I'll email you later. Your only assignment for tonight is to put all of your underwear in a trash bag and leave it behind a bush in your front yard. [BayouCityMaster has left the conversation.] --- After Liz went to work the next morning I hopped in the shower. After drying off I opened my underwear drawer and remembered that I no longer owned any underwear. There was a trash bag full of boxers in my front yard. I put on some shorts and a tshirt and checked my email. Master had emailed me in the middle of the night. Here's the message he sent me: Greg, You need a woman's name. I'm giving you the name Gina. I might call you by it if you are a good girl, otherwise I'll call you bitch, slut, sissy, fag, or any other demeaning name I want. I've retrieved all of your manly underwear. I went shopping last night and got you replacements. They're behind the bush where you left your old underwear. You should be glad that I am wealthy; otherwise I would have made you go and buy everything. You owe me your unconditional obedience in response to my generous gift! I see that Liz is leaving town in five days. You're going to send her an email with me Bcc'd on it. You're going send her this exact message: "Liz, I want to spice up the next five days for us sexually. I've got a surprise waiting for you when you get home. Love, Greg" As soon as you send that email, you're going to strip down naked and only wear your new underwear for the remainder of Liz's time in Houston. Let me be clear: no shirts, shorts, shoes, jackets, robes, or any other piece of clothing other than your new underwear. I've wrapped and numbered each pair. You'll wear #1 today, #2 tomorrow, etc. I'll be texting you at random times asking for you to take a picture of yourself as proof of your obedience. If you disobey, maybe Liz will have to learn about your fetish... Master I practically ran to the front door, grabbed the box, and ran back to my bedroom. I ripped open the box and dumped five small manila envelopes onto bed. I got to see my Master's handwriting for the first time. It was sloppy but bold. I traced the numbers with my fingers as I thought about him. I placed the packages numbers two through five in my underwear drawer and ripped open number one. It was a men's red gstring with a pouch in the front. I knew it was men's underwear because of the seam/pouch in the front where a cock and balls sit. I started to get anxious as I began to worry about what the other packages held. I took a deep breath and remembered one simple thing: I was not in charge here. I was going to do this whether I wanted to or not. Accepting the fact that I wasn't in control gave me an unexpected peace. I said aloud as I put on the gstring and looked at myself in the mirror, "I'll wear whatever you want me to, Master." Four times that day, Master asked me for a picture of myself. It was a welcome distraction but also mildly disconcerting that a stranger's phone had pictures of me almost naked on it. Throughout the day I devised my best plan for not freaking out Liz and making sure she would be open to seeing me in my new underwear. At 6:30 Liz opened the back door and coyly called out that she was home. She found a note telling her that a bubble bath was waiting for her and that supper was beside the tub. After she had settled into the tub and eaten, she called out for me to come meet her. I timidly walked in with a champagne bottle in one hand, two glasses in the other, and my red gstring holding back my erection. Liz gasped, giggled, and asked me to spin around so she could get a better look at me. I slowly turned for her, remembering Master's request for me to do the same thing the day before. "I like it, Greg!" Liz exclaimed. I told her that I bought a few new pairs of underwear and that I'd be wearing only my underwear for the next four and a half days and that my goal was to serve and please her sexually until she had to go to DC. Liz looked my body up and down, licked her lips, and said "Mmmmm. If that's the case, why don't you come over here and get started." --- Every morning it was surreal for me to stand there in only sexy underwear and kiss my wife goodbye while she wore a pantsuit. I would shower after Liz left, open my package for the day, and be surprised by what Master had for me. The second package had a men's white sheer string bikini. The third had a black thong and I couldn't tell if it was for men or women because Master had cut the tags off of every pair. The fourth package had a satin, leopard printed string bikini brief that also looked unisex. It was desensitizing to constantly have on only sexy underwear. The first day, when I opened the package, I walked around with a hardon most of the day. By the fourth morning, when I kissed Liz goodbye wearing a leopard print bikini and she patted me on the ass, my cock barely stirred. On that last afternoon, after I showered and fully shaved my body, I opened the package and pulled out a pink, lace thong. There was no doubt about what gender it was intended for! I took a picture and texted it to Master. I got a reply telling me to check my email. Here's what Master had written me: Gina, You've been a great slave so far. Today is your first day as my little tranny bitch. Let me state clearly what you probably already fear and expect- your wife will see you in panties today. Actually, she has already seen you in panties the last two days! At lunch, send Liz a text letting her know that you've got something special planned for her tonight. Do not answer her questions if she has any of them. When she sees you and asks about the panties, tell her you got them out of the "Men's Alternative Section" of the store where you bought the other underwear. After that, what happens is up to you and her. Have fun tonight! Master I sent the text to Liz and she replied with a smiley face emoticon. I got supper ready and expected Liz to walk in the door at 6:30. At 7:00 I called Liz but got no answer. At 7:30 I texted Liz and she told me that the other Senior Partners all went to dinner together and insisted she join them. At 9:00 Liz told me not to wait up for her. At 10:00pm I texted Master a picture of myself in bed wearing my panties and told him that Liz was staying out late with her coworkers. He replied that she could see me in the panties tomorrow morning as she left for the airport. I woke up at 6am to cook Liz's breakfast for her. (Actually, I woke up at 4:30 with nervous anticipation and I just stayed in bed slowly stroking my panty-clad cock and daydreaming about what might happen until 6am.) At 6:30 she stumbled into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee for herself, and turned around to look at me. Her jaw dropped when she saw me standing there, cooking eggs in an apron with a pink, lace thong crawling out of the top of my ass crack. "Greg, that's a new look for you." was all she got out as she stared at me. I didn't look at her as I finished cooking her omelet but recited Master's line about getting it in the Men's Alternative Section of the store I bought the rest of my new underwear. Liz shrugged a little as she walked past me. She sat down at the table and drank her coffee, looking at my panties the entire time I got her meal ready. I took off the apron, walked over to Liz, and put her plate down in front of her. As I started to turn away Liz put her hand on my ass and pulled me closer to her. My cock was inches from her face as she reached her other hand up and started running her fingernails along it, coaxing it to its full length. "I never told you this before", Liz said as she stared at my panty-covered cock, "but I had a girlfriend for a few months in college. It was just a phase I was going through at the time." Liz pulled my cock out of the side of the panties, started running her fingernails up and down my shaft, and cupped my ass cheek with her other hand. "Seeing you in these panties reminds me of those days. She used to walk around in nothing other than her panties, like you are right now. Do you like wearing them, Greg?" Liz stopped talking and looked up at me for my answer. I nodded yes and she kept talking, "Have you worn panties before?" I nodded yes and she kept talking, "Do you do this a lot when I'm at work?" I nodded yes and she kept talking, "Do you want to do this with me more often?" Liz was rubbing her thumb across my shaft over and over again. I wasn't close to an orgasm yet but I could feel it building in me, my arousal driving me to keep me answering truthfully. I nodded yes and she kept talking as she started jerking me off, "While I'm gone, why don't you buy yourself some more sexy lingerie, a wig or two, and we'll have some fun when I get back, OK?" With that said Liz took my cock into her mouth and put her other hand on my anus, slightly pushing against it. I exploded instantly in her mouth. Liz drank all my cum in, casually turned back to her plate, and finished her breakfast. Slightly dumbfounded, I stood there in silence and watched her eat for a while before I went back to clean the kitchen. An hour later I kissed her goodbye at the door, wearing my pink thong while I wished her a safe trip. I couldn't wait to tell Master: my wife was into my crossdressing! I emailed him with all of the details. That afternoon I received a reply from Master. Here's the message he sent me: Gina, Don't you see now that everything I have you do is for a reason? Throw away all of the underwear that I just bought you other than the pink thong. You're going to walk around naked today. Tonight, at 3am, you're going to drive to the address at the bottom of the email. You'll only wear a pair of shorts and a tshirt. They shouldn't be nice since you'll never see them again. Bring only your phone and driver's license. Follow the instructions I'll send you by text message. Master --- At 2:30 I got into my car and drove across Houston to the address Master had given me. It was a strip mall off of Westheimer Boulevard, one of Houston's major roads. Because of the hour, there weren't many cars on the road. As soon as I turned into the parking lot, Master texted me with instructions: Park under the light with the pink ribbon wrapped around it. Since there were ten light poles in the parking lot it took me a moment to find which one had a ribbon. I parked underneath it, killed the engine, and waited. My phone chimed after a few seconds: Leave the keys in the ignition and the car unlocked. Walk around the right side of the strip mall to the dumpster. There's a note on it with your next instructions. I got out of my car, walked around the side of the strip mall, and saw a piece of paper taped to the dumpster. Here's what it said: Gina, This is your last chance to get out. My first command for you tonight is to throw your clothes into the dumpster. If you do, from that point forward I will do everything in my power to mold you into what I want to make you. If you walk back to your car, I'll delete all of the pictures and videos of you that I have. It will be like none of this ever happened, other than that your wife knows you like to dress up like a woman. If you throw your clothes in the dumpster, you'll put on the clothing in the bag at your feet and follow the instructions I text to you... and I'll take you to places you never knew you wanted to go! Master Honestly, I didn't even hesitate. I stripped off my shorts and shirt, dropped them into the dumpster, and ripped open the bag at my feet. There was a pair of black booty shorts with pink lace trim that had the word Naughty written across the rear. A pair of black, four inch high heels, nipple clips, and dark red lipstick. I hurriedly threw on the panties, stepped into the heels, applied the lipstick, and gasped in pain as I attached the clips to my nipples. Instantly I felt the connection between my nipples and my cock. The pain first mingled with my cock and then twisted fully into dark pleasure. My phone chimed in my hand. I immediately switched it to vibrate and read the message from Master: You chose well. We're going to have fun together, sissy. I just took your car, by the way. You've got to earn it back. The only way to do that is to complete your journey! Walk to the other side of the strip mall and find another bag with more instructions. I teetered in the heels, running as fast as I could around the building to look at where I had left my car... it was gone! My heart started racing in my chest as my situation went from sexually exciting to nightmarish. I was in panties and heels, 30 minutes from my house, with no way to get home. Master had already taken me further than I wanted to go and there was no way out other than his way!