0 comments/ 80765 views/ 3 favorites Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 01 By: humbleslave Note to readers: I appreciate comments and feedback. Though this story should stand alone, it makes more sense if you read my other works as well. Also, please take time to vote! These stories are a labor of love, and your votes mean alot to me! Enjoy! * I had just joined the mile high club with Mistress Angelina Jolie, though not in the way you would think. She had violated me with a fist-thick strapon in the airplane bathroom, then paraded me in front of the other passengers back to the first class area, which was full of mistresses. Thinking back on it, I had also reached a new level of submission on that plane ride. I had knelt beside the woman who had just fucked my ass, and without being ordered, had learned over and taken her cock in my mouth. I recall at the time, only wanting to please my mistress as I bobbed shamelessly on her shaft, to the amusement of the other mistresses. We had just arrived at the hotel, and Mistress Brittany and I went up to our room. She commanded me to clean up, which I quickly did. I presented myself to her naked, head bowed, hands clasped behind my neck. "Oh princess, you've had a rough day. You deserve a treat," she exclaimed. "I think I will allow you to lay next to me in bed tonight. Do not be confused, you are not sleeping with me. I only sleep with men, and trust me, you are not a man," she laughed as she playfully batted my tits. I slowly drifted off to sleep, elated to be in the same bed as my mistress. A few hours later I was awakened to sharp pain in my nipples. Mistress had decided to wake me by giving alternating sharp bites on my sensitive nipples. As much as I wanted to scream out, I bit my tongue and took my punishment. "Good morning slut. Here's the plan. Go in the bathroom and prepare yourself as I have instructed. I have to get ready myself. With that I minced to the bathroom, careful not to rub my sore nipples in her presence. I found a bottle of self tanning lotion, which I spread evenly over my entire body, turning myself a dark shade of tan. A bottle of hair dye sat on the bathroom counter, and ten minutes later I was a stunning brunette. To my surprise, there was a matching set of black lingerie on the bed, which consisted of a bra, thong, garter belt and thigh highs. I hardly ever got undergarments. "Oh, baby, I almost forgot. You are going to need some help," Mistress said, as she came into the room. She laid me down on the bed, and pulled out a roll of tape, which matched the new color of my skin. She gave my little cock a few quick pumps, and then taped it to my stomach. A few layers of tape later, my cock and balls were completely taped to my stomach, leaving a smooth, seamless appearance. I was then left to do the rest myself. The bra was no problem, as I was well versed in putting one on (though I seldom got to wear one). Next, came the garter belt and thigh highs, followed by the thong. Every slut knows the thong goes over the garter belt. My outerwear consisted of a ribbed turquoise sleeveless turtleneck blouse, which really made my huge tits look even bigger, and a short, belted black skirt. Black, six inch platforms completed the look. Mistress reentered the room dressed in a tight pair of jeans, and an eye-popping baby t shirt, carrying a makeup kit. In no time, she had my makeup done, and held up a mirror for me to see. The combination of the tanning, hair color, and makeup, gave me a distinctive Asian look. "A spitting image, if I say so myself. I should get a fucking award," she said aloud, though to herself. I was then dragged into the main suite of our bedroom, and forcefully seated at the computer. Mistress had me lean forward until my face was less than a foot from the screen, then cuffed my hands behind it. I had no choice but to stare at the screen. "You know, slave, I've been thinking of new ways to train you, and I came across a site you may enjoy." With that, she took the keyboard, and up popped a video. "I thought some videos dedicated to rough sex and female submissiveness would be perfect for you. There's a girl on here named Ava Devine, and I want you to be just like her. Watch and learn. I also want you to repeat what she says as you watch this film. I will be back shortly." She put a pair of headphones on me and left the room. The video started, and a big-titted Asian (who looked exactly like me) began to speak. "I'm very submissive. I'm a slave to cock. I love men, and I just like to be in their hands. The cock is my master, I'll do anything for cock. I like to gag on cock." This phrase was looped over for the entire thirty minutes of the scene, which involved her calling over two men to toss her around like a rag doll and blast their loads on or in her several times. They treated like a slut, and fucked her in the most degrading ways, yet the look in her eyes told me she wanted more. The repetition of the video, audio, and just the close proximity to the screen had a hypnotic effect on me, and I found myself repeating the phrases like a wanton slut, and craving some cock in my holes. I had managed to wiggle my skirt up so that my bare ass was resting on the cold chair, and I was massaging my tits under the sweater, when the door opened and Mistress Brittany entered the room. "I see you're enjoying yourself, slut," she laughed. "You're going to LOVE this," she continued, as she stepped to me. All of a sudden, everything went dark around me. "Don't worry baby, everyone can still see your beautiful brown eyes," she said. Apparently, she had put in a special kind of contacts that blinded the wearer, but appeared normal to everyone else. "You'll be thanking me for the extra protection, with all the cum you're about to have in your face," Mistress growled in my ear. "I have some guests here, and I want you to show them what you've learned this morning." With that, I was released from the computer, and stood up to face the rest of the room, where I assumed everyone else was standing. "Hello, gentlemen," I whispered sexily. "I am sure my Mistress told you, I love men and I am very submissive. I am a slave to cock. I love being man handled by rough horny men. Right now, I really need some cock in my holes," I said as I batted my eyes and took off my sweater. "Who wants to fuck me?" I growled as I mauled my own tits over the bra. I was immediately thrown onto my back onto what felt like an ottoman, two strong hands took my legs and rested them on a pair of broad shoulders and a warm dick plunged into my ass. As I was about to cry out, my mouth was stuffed full of cock. Both invaders began to violently ram me, and I soon had trouble keeping up with the dick in my mouth, as I was on my back and my head was hanging off the end of the ottoman. Thankfully, I was well versed in sucking cock, and the first one erupted in my mouth in no time. Unfortunately, it carried such a load, that my entire face was covered in cum. Some got in my eyes and hair as well. Cum dribbled down my chin and onto to my still bra-covered tits. For a moment, my ass was empty, and I assumed it was time for them to switch holes. I was dragged to my feet, and I took the opportunity to lean forward, reach behind my back, and sexily remove my bra. I also unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then I bent over at the waist, letting everyone know, I was ready for more. My hands were placed on two firm thighs, and an enormous cock was jammed into my mouth. Just as I began to gag again, another cock found its way into my ass. It was bigger than the one I had just taken, so I yelped in pain as it stretched me some more. I put one hand on the ottoman for balance, as my assailants began another violent assault on my holes. "Reach back and open your ass," a voice growled, as my hand was removed from the thigh and placed on my ass. I was having trouble balancing on the heels, being bent over and rammed as I was. I was glad when two hands grabbed my hair and forced the cock deep into my throat, it kept me from falling over. Again, my oral skills proved to be a mixed blessing, as the second cock erupted deep in my throat, spilling yet another load of cum down my face and tits, but buying me some time to concentrate on the dick in my ass. I was being rammed so hard, that the dick in my ass came out, momentarily leaving me empty. With that, I reached back between my legs, grabbed the cock, jammed it back into my asshole, and took off for the ride. I put my left leg up on the ottoman, and grabbed the back of my ankle with the palm of my hand, looking back lustily at my assailant as I did so. Not satisfied with my performance, I put my leg down, and grabbed both my ankles, bending myself clean in half, and flexing my ass to milk the cock inside of it. It pulled out and erupted all over my back, and down between my ass cheeks. I reached down between my legs and licked some of it off my index finger. My favorite position is doggystyle. Nothing beats the feeling of having your hair pulled while you're being rammed from behind, so I got down on all fours, and wiggled my ass for my next lover. I was quickly obliged by a cock of medium length, but tremendous girth. I reached up with both hands, and fed another cock into my mouth. I tried to work the shaft with my hands, but I was brutally slapped in the face. "Don't touch my cock, you slut use your mouth only," I heard. I worked both cocks until they erupted, giving me yet another cum bath, but these were ready for a quick round two. A pair of hands guided me into a sitting position, with the cock still lodged firmly in my ass. "It looks like we have ourselves a little cowgirl. Get riding, bitch, and keep your hands behind your head." I laced my fingers together behind my head, arched my back, and started riding. "I need more cock for my holes!" I screamed as I bounced. "Please....oh GOD...I'm a cock slave...put it in me...I love cock!" I felt another blast of cum in my eyes that ran down my face, and I was pushed to the floor, dislodging the cock from my ass. My ass was gaping, and I felt the cum trickling into it. As I was wiping my eyes, and attempting to make another plea for cock, I was maneuvered into the familiar piled river position. A pair of knees held my feet firmly to the floor behind my head, and the owner's cock was jammed into my mouth, making breathing damn near impossible. I got to work on that one, and braced myself for the impending invasion of my ass. As expected, a dick was fed inch by inch into my ass. It didn't feel very big, but considering what I'd been through, I was not surprised. It felt good, sawing in and out of my ass. I began to squirm and shout, "More....I need more...cock," I mumbled around the one in my mouth. All of a sudden, I felt the worst pain of my life, followed shortly by the most pleasure, as another cock was jammed into my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to envision a big titted Asian in black thigh highs and platforms, thong pulled to the side, being double anal pile driven while taking a third cock in her mouth. The thought alone made me cum (which was painful behind all the tape), as all three dicks shot their loads simultaneously, flooding my ass, and damn near choking me to death. The dicks were removed from my ass and mouth, but there was still someone sitting on my chest, keeping me immobilized. As I attempted to regain my breath, the person on top of me began to repeatedly slap me in the face with a cock, until the contacts flew out of my eyes. Before I could readjust, my hands were placed on what felt like a large pair of tits. I looked up to see Mistress Evolin Pierce looking down at me. "Look at how far you've come since the last time," she laughed. "You were begging for it. And you took two in the ass at once? Amazing!" I looked around the room to see all of the Mistresses from the airplane, lounging around the room naked, save for what turned out to be heated, squirting strapons. I was so confused I didn't know what to do. Mistress Pierce stood up, and the other Mistresses gathered over me as I lay on the ground, a sticky, cum covered mess. "Ok ladies, I think we're ready for the grand finale," Mistress Brittany announced. The Mistresses began stroking their cocks. "One...two...three." As she hit three, the Goddesses all released their loads at once, soaking me one last time, as seven loads hit my hair and eyes, dribbled down my face onto my tits and stomach, and stained my thong and stockings. I writhed on the floor as I massaged my tits and sore, but satisfied ass. "Thanks for stopping over to play with me," I said as I got to my knees, arching my tits out, placing my hands on my knees and resting my heels on my ass. "A girl can never have too much cock," I added as I batted my eyes and scooped some cum off my tits with my index finger and fed it into my waiting mouth. Mistress Brittany informed the others that they had all passed day one, with exemplary marks, as she led them to the door. As the door closed, and she came back to me, I began to cry. "What's the matter with you?" she snapped. "Mistress, I'm so confused," I stammered. "I loved every minute of it...up until the end. I think I was hoping that they were actually men." "There, there, love," she whispered sympathetically. "We'll 'straighten' this all out in the morning." With that, I passed out from exhaustion, not even bothering to clean myself up, wondering what would happen the rest of the week, and what she meant by "straighten up." Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 02 Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 2: "Humiliation with Codi and Courtney" I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! After my ordeal of being made up to look like submissive Asian porn star Ava Devine and gang banged and covered in cum by Mistress Brittany's strapon class, I had passed out in the hotel room. I awoke to find myself back to my old, blonde, Caucasian self, but I was also tied to a bed in doggy position, wearing my chain mail bra and thong. My legs were spread by a spreader bar, my hands were tied together in front of me, and a rope around my waist secured me to the two head posts of the bed. No sooner had I realized this, than there was a rustle at the door, and in walked Codi Milo and Courtney Cummz. Both of these girls were rather new to the porn scene, and looked like they could be average college girls. Codi was a beautiful blonde with very large tits and a great ass. Courtney, on the other hand, was a striking brunette, with her nose, nipples, navel and clit pierced, and a sexy tattoo on her lower back. She was very beautiful and very dirty. "Just how we left her," laughed Courtney. "Let me explain how this works, slave. We go to class for most of the morning, and each day you are assigned to two of us. Each day there is a different theme, and at the end of the day, you have to guess what that theme is. If you are correct, we pass that day, and you get to move on to another pair of mistresses. If you are wrong, you spend the next day with that pair, until you get it right. As you can see, this could last for as little as just this week, or as long as it needs to. Now, let's get started." With that, Courtney shoved something small into my ear, and then walked across the room and spoke into a tiny microphone. It fed her speech right into my ear. At the same time, Codi was busy spreading some sort of cream on my ass and working it in with her finger. She also mounted a suction cup dildo to the head of the bed that was easily within my reach. All of a sudden, I felt an intense itching in my ass, and I backed up on the dildo. The girls started to laugh, and went and hid in the closet. I had never felt such an intense itching in my life, and I began to violently ram myself deeply with the dildo in an attempt to make it stop. They had cleverly placed the dildo so that despite my best efforts, I could not quite get it all way up my ass. I was so busy ramming my ass against the headboard, that I did not hear the door open. "Oh my goodness," I heard a woman exclaim. I looked up to see about a dozen college-aged girls in cheerleader outfits, surrounding the bed. "There must have been a mix up in the rooms," she said. I heard Courtney's voice in my ear, and I repeated what she said. "My mistresses request that you stay. I am really horny right now. I have an itch that I can't quite scratch. Please fuck my ass with that dildo," I said. "I really like rough sex, please abuse me, I'm a whore," I continued, my face burning red. Soon, shock turned to laughter. One of the girls got behind me and removed the dildo from the headboard, and shoved it all the way into my ass. She leaned back and began to work the dildo with her foot, while one of her friends stuck her ass in my face. I carefully removed her thong with my teeth, and began licking her asshole, as she ground herself against me. Others began slapping me and spitting on me. One of the girls got out the camcorder and began recording the scene. Again, I repeated Courtney's words, "Please keep fucking me in the ass. I need something bigger. Pull it out and let me taste my ass. I need something bigger back there." The girls laughed and stuffed my ass dildo into my mouth, and scurried around for something to replace it. I looked back to see a curling iron poised at the tip of my asshole. The girl welding it, unceremoniously jammed it in all the way to the base, simultaneously scratching the itch, but forcing me to scream into my cock gag, and orgasm, staining the pillow I was propped up on. "Oh dear, I'm such a slut," I repeated as I wiped the cum onto my face, "I'll go get another one." With that I was unbound and helped to my feet. Courtney told me that there was a dress for me under the bed, so I lifted it out and put it on. It was a royal blue mini dress that was a stripper's costume. It was very short, barely covered my tits, my pussy or my ass, and it was slit to the hip on both sides. Barely covered, face streaked with cum, I made my way down to the front desk, curling iron still lodged in my ass. The poor little blonde 16 year old receptionist didn't know how to react. I handed her the pillow and explained that I needed a new one. She asked my name and room number. I looked to see the girls, as well as Codi and Courtney standing on the balcony yelling down to her my name and room number. "You don't look like a 'Brad' to me," the receptionist said. "Oh he sure is," Codi yelled down. "Show her, slut," she commanded. Humiliated, I jumped up on the desk, got on my hands and knees, flipped the mini skirt up, and showed her my tiny cock and what was lodged in my ass. She gasped, and there was a roar of laughter from the balcony. As the receptionist came back with the new pillow, I looked up to see Codi wielding a large dildo in her hands. "Hey doggy, go fetch the bone," she yelled as she tossed the monster down toward me. I tried to catch it, but it slapped me in the face, to the great amusement of the cheerleaders and the receptionist. I got down on my hands and knees and retrieved the cock with my mouth. "Slave, you better keep that cock in your mouth and you better not drop that pillow," Codi hollered. Defeated, I crawled over to the girl, who placed the pillow on my back. "Please ride me like the animal I am," I mumbled with a mouth full of cock. After a moment's hesitation, she jumped on my back, dug her heels into my sides, and commanded me to move. We made our way to the all glass elevator and she had me back up to the back, so that my ass was resting on the back wall. I looked down as we started to climb and noticed we had assembled quite a crowd. Loving the attention, she began to grab my hair and lean back, slamming my ass against the glass wall and jamming the curling iron further into my ass. As we approached the room, she dismounted and began chatting and laughing with the girls. We got back inside and she was carrying a good sized wad of money. "This is the easiest money I've ever made," she laughed. With that, she jerked the curling iron out to the base, and then violently shoved it back up my ass, all the way to the handle. It was more than I could handle, and I again blew my load, this time all over her shoes. She grabbed my head and forced me to lick it up, to the laughter and encouragement of the rest of the girls there. I was then tossed to the ground. As she walked away, she threw two dollar bills on me," You were pretty good sweetheart, thanks," she laughed, as she walked away. "Well, I think it's time for us to go," Courtney announced. "Slut here has a long day ahead of her." Courtney and Codi left the room, with me crawling behind them. Right as I was about to exit, one of the girls stopped grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me back into the room. Apparently she wanted her curling iron back, and she jerked it from my ass, which sent the room into laughter yet again. We finally got back to the room, and I was commanded to clean up and get dressed. I got out of the shower and put on a sexy yellow summer dress, that even in my heels, touched the floor. Courtney and Codi both entered the room, wearing sexy, yet not as long, summer dresses. "Baby, I have a feeling you are going to need more clothes by the end of the week, so we are taking you shopping," Codi informed me. Fifteen minutes later, we were entering a local Florida shopping mall. We walked into the first department store, and discovered that the juniors section was on the second floor, so we got on the escalator. Right as we neared the top, Codi stopped in front of me. All of a sudden I felt a tug, and heard a rip. My dress was stuck in the escalator!!! Slowly my dress began to get sucked into the machine, exposing more and more of my naked body. Unfortunately, the waist did not tear; it only caught so that I was effectively naked and trapped in place all at the same time. I covered my little cock with my hands, as the girls began to mock me. "You stupid slut, what were you thinking?" she yelled. "You've gone and ruined your dress too!" I was gathering quite a crowd by this time, and people were pointing and laughing. "I hope you are enjoying the show," I repeated from the earpiece. "Does anyone have a cock for my ass?" I couldn't believe I said that! Finally a security guard cut me loose, and my mistresses and I walked back to the juniors section. I was told to stand out in the aisle while they picked out clothes for me. A dressing room was out of the question, I was going to try everything on right here. I was tossed a micro mini skirt, which couldn't have been more than nine inches long, and I quickly slid it around my hips. It barely covered my ass. There were no shirts that would remotely cover my tits, so we walked to the other end of the store, getting many looks from passersby, as I was still completely topless. Finally Codi tossed me a tiny white tank top, which I gratefully pulled over my tits. "Oh my goodness, we don't have any money!" she exclaimed. I went over to the lovely sales clerk and repeated, "I'm sorry, I don't have any money. I was wondering if you could take an alternate form of payment," I blushed, as I lifted the skirt over my ass and presented it to her. I'm sure we can find something to do with a hot little piece of ass such as you," she stated. Before I knew it, I was over her knee, getting the spanking of a lifetime. I began to cry as more people gathered around. After what seemed like an hour, she stood me back up, and flipped my skirt down. "Do come back and visit us soon," she laughed. With that we left the store. Courtney and Codi were on either side of me as we walked, and they joined hands behind my back. I was aware of a cool breeze on my red ass, and I realized they were holding my skirt up, as we walked through the mall. "Mommy, I can see her butt," I heard a little girl say. "It looks like she was a bad girl, mommy; it looks like she got a spanking." Again, my face burned, and we kept walking. We stepped out of the mall and into a pedestrian mall on a college campus. Being spring, there were students everywhere, and the three of us looked like your average sexy coeds. Codi took her leave of us, and Courtney led me over to a bench. As we approached the bench, she grabbed me by the hair and threw me over the back of it. My tank top was quickly removed, and my hands were spread and secured to the arm rests. She tossed my shirt to the ground below me. Now I was effectively bent in half and I felt her writing something on my back in permanent marker. I felt her draw an arrow pointing down, as well as two arrows over my shoulders, which pointed to each of my large, swaying tits. "Can I have your attention, please," Courtney shouted. "Our little slave here is pledging our sorority, and she needs to be punished. Don't be shy, step right up. Look how she's dressed, you know she wants this," she said, as she flipped up my skirt and started spanking me herself. I looked up to see Codi standing in front of me with two, strong, tan, muscular guys. "I hope you came here to rough me up," I repeated. "I've been such a bad girl." One of the guys took Courtney's place at my ass, while the other one stayed in front and started slapping my tits. My mistresses stood to one side, arms crossed, laughing, encouraging and monitoring my assault. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to fight back tears. I was afforded a brief respite, only to have the assault continue, with smaller, more feminine hands. I looked back to see a whole line of girls waiting to take their turn, my tits and ass already on fire. At this point, I had been tied for awhile and I really needed to go to the bathroom. "Mistress," I whined, "I really need to go potty." "Slave you have two choices. You can either hold it, or go where you stand, like the animal you are," Mistress Courtney informed me, as she dumped water over me to momentarily cool the burning. Suddenly, three girls began spanking me in earnest, one began pinching my nipples, as the audience began to laugh again, and it became too much for me to bear. I began to pee in front of everyone, right on to my tank top on the ground. The laughter reached new levels, my face burned to rival my ass, as I began to cry. More water was dumped on me to clean me off, and my assault continued. By entire body was burning, my legs were sore from the heels, and I was a mess. Finally, Mistress Courtney flipped my skirt back down and untied me. "I would like to thank you all for helping us out. I do have a confession to make though. We're not really in a sorority, and she's not really a woman," she said as she stood me up and lifted my skirt in the front. She is our sex slave, and we are her mistresses. We are taking her back to our dungeon now where we can give her a proper ass fucking." With that, I put on my now see though piss soaked tank top, and hobbled after my Mistresses to the laughter of the crowd. As we entered the hotel room, I saw all the Mistresses assembled. Mistress Brittany stepped forward. "Well, ladies, this is the moment of truth," she said as she looked at Codi and Courtney. "By the looks of it, you ladies did a very fine job. So, slave, what do you think today's lesson was in?" I looked at her from behind my red eyes and tear-stained face, "Humiliation, Mistress," I answered. "Very good, slave," Brittany exclaimed. "Courtney and Codi, fine job ladies, you pass today's lesson. Slave, as your reward, you will get to spend tomorrow with Mistresses Jenna Jameson and Vanessa Blue." "Oh, he in big trouble now, ain't that right girl," Vanessa said, as she high-fived Jenna. I stripped naked, and hobbled to the shower to clean up from today's abuse and ready myself for a long day tomorrow. Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 03 Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 3: "Fear with Jenna and Vanessa" I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! * It had been a long week for me, and I had a feeling there was still a long way to go. After my humiliation at the hotel, the mall, and the college campus, I didn't figure it could get much worse. Today I had been promised to Mistresses Jenna Jameson and Vanessa Blue, and the fact that I was actually hoping for just a day of rough strapon sex was really a testament to how much my macho will had been broken. As I emerged from the shower, I saw my mistresses dressed in gym shorts and tee shirts, with knee socks, cleats, and baseball hats. On the bed was my softball outfit. It consisted of a fitted, low cut, pink and white pinstripe Yankees jersey, an ultra short, pleated pink cotton skirt, a pink thong with the word "BITCH" in rhinestones across the back, white knee high socks, and pink six inch platform heels. Without being told, I hurriedly put everything on, and presented myself to my mistresses. "Well, it looks like our little batgirl is ready to go," laughed Mistress Jenna. "Pick up our equipment bags and get your ass to the car." I tottered over to their bags, and bending at the waist, as I had been taught, I peered in before zipping them closed. Inside the bags were all sorts of chains, gags, dildos, strapons, and some items even I could not recognize. The shock must have registered on my face as I looked up to see Mistress Vanessa laughing at me. "Baby, you are gonna GET IT," she said, as she swatted me on the ass. "Good game, see you out there," she said as I hobbled off to the car with the bags. After placing the bags in the trunk, I knelt near the back passenger door, awaiting further instructions. Mistress Vanessa hopped in the driver's seat, while Mistress Jenna collared me and attached a short leash. She got in the passenger seat, and dragged me in with her, forcing me to curl up on the floor at her feet. As we sped off down the road, I felt her grip on the leash tighten, bringing my head within inches of her pussy. "Pleasure me slave," she growled. "I sure do love road head from a pretty girl," she said as she ground my face into her. All of a sudden, the car stopped and I heard a voice. "Excuse me; do you know how fast you were going?" Shit, we had been pulled over. "Yeah, I was going way too damn fast," replied Mistress Vanessa. "I guess I was a bit distracted by my passengers," she said, pointing to us. Mistress Jenna pulled my face out of her sex and forced me look at the large black policeman, her juices plastered to my face. "Listen officer, this is a major problem for me, as I can't have another speeding ticket. Is there something our little friend here can do for you, to remedy this situation?" "Please step out of the car," he said to me, as Mistress Jenna handed him my leash. "No Mistress, please Mistress," I pleaded, as I stepped out of the car. He jerked the leash, bringing me to my knees, as he unzipped his pants, displaying what must have been a 15 inch cock. I knew I was out of practice with dicks that size, and I knew the girth alone would rip me open. I pleaded with my Mistresses again, but to no avail, as he dragged me back to my feet and bent me over the hood of the car. This was going to be painful, and violent, and I began to cry and beg some more. "Mistress, I'll do anything but this, please..." I cried, as he flipped up my tiny skirt. "You sure are a bitch," he laughed, as he saw the writing on my thong. "You're about to be MY bitch," he yelled, slamming my head on the hood, and then jerking it back with the leash. I could see my Mistresses looking on through the windshield. "Perhaps you should frisk her, in case she's hiding something in her shirt or panties," offered Mistress Jenna. With that, the cop pulled the jersey down, freeing my tits, and mashing them on the hood. His hands traveled downward, and cold fear hit me. I had not used my little dick in so long, I often forgot about it, but not when a large black cop was about to find something he didn't expect. This was the end, I knew it! "Holy fucking shit!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed my little dick. "Oh you gonna be REAL sorry now!" he shouted as he rubbed his monster up and down the crack of my ass." Just as he was about to ram into me, his radio went off. "Shit. We have a robbery on the other side of town, you real lucky tonight bitch," he said as he shoved me onto the car, and zipped up his pants. "I best not see any of you around here ever again," he warned, as he sped off. "That was the best thing I've ever seen," laughed Mistress Jenna. "Good thing we paid those guys to start that robbery, and good thing they were on time, because you almost paid the price for it." I wiped my tears, flipped down my skirt, got back in the car, and we sped away. Mistress Vanessa stopped the car about ten minutes later, and we got out at a bar. Mistress Jenna grabbed the leash, and I walked dutifully three steps behind her. Mistress Vanessa walked over to a table of women who appeared to be a softball team, while Mistress Jenna dragged me back to the bathroom. To my surprise, we went into the men's room. Mistress handed me a black magic marker and said, "You know what to do." I immediately put the marker in my mouth, and began deep-throating it, as I had done to so many of Mistresses' cocks. Mistress could not contain her laughter. "Wow, we really have broken you, haven't we? No, stupid slut, I want you to write your name and number and that you will be available tonight at midnight at the softball fields." "Sexy batgirl in need of better equipment. You bring the bats; I'll give you a few places to put them. Meet me at the softball fields on 151st and Oak at midnight, Love Barbie," I wrote on the stall. "That will do nicely, slut," Mistress Jenna said, as she dragged me out of the men's room and toward Mistress Vanessa and company. I noticed the women at the table were all drinking beer, and that their matching jerseys said, "We Hit Better Because We Bring Our Own Bats" with a silhouette of two women with strapons double teaming a large breasted woman in high heels forming the "H" in the word "Hit." Conversation stopped as we approached the table, and all eyes we focused on me. "Well ladies, I can tell that you like what you see," said Mistress Vanessa. "I'll tell you what, we'll meet you at the ball fields on 151st and Oak at midnight tonight for a little game, how does that sound?" "Look at that sexy little piece of ass," one shouted. "We just love tryouts for pretty little batgirls. I hope she can handle our bats," she laughed as she pointed to her shirt. "If she does a good job, we may have a position or two open for her on a more permanent basis. We'll see you ladies at midnight, don't be late," she warned. It was getting late, and my Mistresses said their goodbyes and dragged me back out to the car. I again curled up at the feet of Mistress Jenna as we cruised down the road. We drove out of town and out into the country where I assumed the ball fields were. Mistress Vanessa stopped the car, and Mistress Jenna let me out of the car. She opened one of the bags, and took out some handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes, and the remaining bag was hung diagonally over my shoulder, so it would stay in place. "Now slave, we're going to leave you here," said Mistress Jenna. "As I'm sure you've figured out, we've promised you to two different groups at the same time. That means that someone is going to be angry they aren't getting their piece of ass. Also, both groups think you are a girl, and will probably beat the shit out of you if they find out otherwise. You'll be lucky if all they do is shove a bat up your ass," she laughed. "They will be on two different fields though, so if you choose one way, it'll be the regular plastic dick for you. If you choose the other field, there will be several large, real black dicks waiting to tear you open. Good luck." All of a sudden I heard the doors slam, and the car peel out, and then there was nothing but silence and darkness. I knew this was not a safe place for a girl like me, and I began to shake and cry. A few minutes later, I saw some light shining through my blindfold, but I heard no voices. Instinctively, I headed toward the light, hoping that it was the women's softball team. As the ground underneath me changed from grass to dirt, I was grabbed by two pairs of hands and pushed up against what felt like a fence. The bag was removed from my shoulder, and a collar circled my neck, and was clipped to the fence so that my face was at waist level and almost touching the fence. I felt the cool air hardening my nipples, as my jersey was pulled up, exposing my tits. Next I felt the breeze on my ass, as a pair of hands flipped my tiny skirt up onto my back. I still had no idea if I had found the women's or the men's team, and I panicked as I felt a tugging at my thong. "No, please," I pleaded like a damsel in distress. "Just pull it to the side; I love it in the ass!" There was a howl of women's laughter as a pair of hands grabbed my hips and speared me on huge cock, pressing my face into the fence, where another cock slapped me in the face. I immediately opened my mouth and began sucking the huge dick in front of me, thankful that they were both plastic, but afraid because I knew I had not taken all of either of them yet. "This is the first part of the tryout, batgirl," a woman said. "You look so pretty there, chained to the fence, getting fucked in the ass and mouth, with your big tits bouncing all over the place. I bet you got those big tits because someone told you to, didn't you?" "Yes maam," I mumbled from around the cock. "And you wear those slutty little outfits to turn the boys on, because someone tells you to, don't you?" she asked. "Yes maam," I replied. "Such a submissive little girl, I like that," she answered. "You are willing to do anything for the pleasure of others, that's a good start. However, the girls here have a game they'd like to play to see if you really could handle the position." With that, my blindfold was removed, and I could see eight pairs of feet in front of me, and of course the pair behind me, that belonged to the woman who was still plowing my ass. "Let's see if you can go nine innings in our game," she said. "Each lady will play one inning. Once they have paddled your ass three times with the bat, they may fuck you in the ass for five minutes. For the first four women you will be gagged, so they can choose to give you three more swats or fuck you for two more minutes. After that, the gag will come out, and you will suck more dick. You may wish to be gagged however, as a great deal of noise will attract the men at the other field, who will probably want to come over and get in on this deal. Feel free to beg and plead as you are getting pounded and face-fucked, but it is up to each woman what she feels like doing. Begin!" With that, my hair was pulled; bringing my face up enough for a ball gag to be slipped in to place, and the cock in my ass was temporarily removed. I looked back between my legs, to see a woman brandishing a bat that had been flattened out on one side, like a paddle. She took three hard swats at my ass, which caused me to scream into the gag and begin crying. That also meant I was taking the seven minute fucking from this one, and she rode me hard, yanking me back on her cock by the handcuffs and shaking the fence until I thought it would collapse. About twenty minutes later, my ass was in flames, I had tears running down my face, and my asshole felt like you could drive a truck through it. My knees were so weak I almost fell over several times. The gag was removed, and a pair of nipple clamps was attached to my tits. A bat donut weight was added, and as I opened my mouth to scream in pain, another dick was shoved in my mouth. The handcuffs were also threaded through the fence reattached so my hands were chained together in front of me, improving my balance so they could pound me harder. The next few women took no heed to my pleadings for the gag, and in fact paddled me harder for asking, to the great amusement of the rest of the women. I did my best to keep my lips wrapped around the cock in front of me, to minimize the noise coming from our field. The whole time, the women were carrying on conversations about how they hated men. "Yeah, I figured out I was a lesbian in college. I dated one too many asshole fraternity guys, and that was it for me," said one. "Same here. If I ever run into one of those assholes again, I'm gonna rip him apart," said another one. "They always made me feel so weak," said the woman who was hammering away at my ass. "I think that's why I like doing THIS so much," she said as she withdrew all 12 inches of her cock and drove it all the way to the base, again smashing me into the fence. After hearing the conversation, I was afraid for my life, and concentrated on minimizing my movement to keep my little dick in my thong. Unfortunately, the last spearing was so violent, that my little dick sprung free. Everything stopped, and I was sure I was dead. The rod was pulled from my ass, the spanking stopped, and everything was silent. "Please...don't hurt me," I cried. "I'm not a man; I'm a sissy little slut. I've been begging my mistresses to get rid of it and make me a true sissy. Please. I think you'll feel better if you just go back to fucking my ass," I said as I batted my eyes coquettishly. "No, you'll feel better if I go back to fucking your ass, you dirty slut!" my assailant yelled. There was a lot of yelling amongst the group, and the general consensus was to punish me until our noise brought the men over from the other field. My collar was unclipped from the fence, as were my hands. I was thrown to the dirt on my back, and my hands were spread wide and chained to the bottom of the fence. My ankles were cuffed together, and then pulled over my head and secured to the bottom of the fence as well, catching my heels in the chain link fence. Two women with paddles knelt near my ass, and started taking alternating swings, one at each ass cheek. Within seconds, my already burning ass was on fire again, and I began to scream in pain. I looked up to see another woman looming over me with an enormous black dick. Before I could beg her to stop, she dropped down, ramming it into my ass. She continued to fuck me, shaking the fence and making my heels clack together for which added to the noise. The others kept paddling, and I kept screaming and crying. My big tits flopped around, and I could catch glimpses of my little dick pointing toward my face when my melons shifted just right. "Oh, hi boys," one of the women said. "We're breaking in the new batgirl. Anyone want to help?" "Hell yeah we do," the men said. "Mistress, no please..." I begged. "I am not your mistress, you little slut," my current partner laughed. "I will do as I please with you," she said, pulling her cock out, and driving it down into my ass all the way to the base one last time. Doing so, she finally hit my prostate, and I came all over my tits, and a bit on my face. I looked up at the gathering of women and men, again afraid of what was going to happen. "What the fuck is this shit?" one of the men yelled. "Batgirl, my ass! I can see her bat. That's a dude! Y'all are lucky I didn't stick my dick in that, or there would have been hell to pay!" "Fuck that, man. I want in," another one yelled, as he unzipped his pants and stood over me. "Please no. Please..." I whimpered. "Ok, that's enough," I heard Mistress Jenna say. I was never so relieved to hear her voice. "Thank you everyone for helping us teach our little slut a lesson, but we must get her home," she said as she unchained my arms and legs. I stood up, tucked my spent little dick back into my thong, and flipped my little skirt back into place. I looked down, and instinctively cupped my tits and licked my cum off of them, pausing to gaze lustily at the crowd. I scooped the rest off of my stomach with my index finger and licked that off as well. Then I wobbled back to the car and collapsed in the back seat. The next thing I remember I was slapped awake, and was back in the hotel, surrounded by my Mistresses for the week. "Well, well, it looks like our little batgirl had quite a day," laughed Mistress Brittany. "What do you think today's lesson was, slut?" "Fear, Mistress," I trembled. "That is correct, slave, nice job ladies," said Mistress Brittany. "You better get some rest, because tomorrow you are the property of Mistresses Summer Cummings and Sky Blue. With that I rolled back over on my stomach, exhausted from the poundings and the fear, and the last thing I remember was the cool fabric of my skirt brushing against my burning ass. Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 04 I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! After the week I'd had so far, including my most recent ordeal at the softball fields, I didn't figure it could get much worse. Today I had been promised to Mistresses Skye Blue and Summer Cummings, and I had no idea what was in store for me. I knew Summer could be submissive, so I thought I would have an easier day. Boy was I wrong. "Rise and shine, bitch!" Mistress Brittany yelled, as she slapped me awake. I slowly rose my prone, worn out self to my hands and knees (subconsciously?) putting my face down, and my ass up. "Face down, ass up, like a good little bitch!" Mistress laughed, as she worked my tiny pink skirt down over my hips, and tossed it on the floor. She snapped a white leather collar and leash around my neck and jerked me to my feet. I was blindfolded and led to the car as I was; cum crusted on my big bare tits, my spent little dick covered only by the tiny pink thong with "Bitch" on the back, white knee socks, and tottering on pink six inch platform heels. I was tossed into the trunk, and we sped off down the road. About ten minutes later, my blindfold was removed, and I was dragged by my collar up the driveway to a nice suburban two story house, with a low white picket fence enclosing the front yard. As we approached the fence, I was jerked down so that I was on all fours. Mistress Brittany walked through the gate and let it shut behind her, leaving me in the driveway. She took a few steps to her right, and tugged on the leash, and I crawled into the yard via a dog door in the fence, which was promptly locked behind me. The front door to the house opened, and Mistresses Skye Blue and Summer Cummings emerged. Mistress Skye was dressed in a black corset and black leather pants, with black boots, and a leash, which contained Mistress Summer on all fours. Mistress Summer wore a black leather bikini top, which barely contained her sizable breasts, a black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnets, and black platform heels. Skye and Brittany exchanged greetings, but I noticed Summer did not address either of them. "Prepare the slave," Skye directed Summer. Summer stood up and approached me with a contraption of chains and cuffs, which, once applied, made it impossible to stand up. I was staying on all fours until the contraption was removed. I heard Skye snap her fingers, and Summer immediately joined me on the ground. I turned to look at Mistress Skye and Mistress Brittany, and saw that they had changed into sexy bikinis and were lying out on lounge chairs, drinking, chatting, and soaking up the sun. They each snapped their fingers, and Summer and I crawled over to them as fast as we could. "Very good, slaves," Mistress Skye cooed. "I'll give you a few bones to play with," she laughed, as she tossed us a few large, cock-shaped dildos. "Run along now," she said. Summer and I took a cock in each hand, as well as one in each of our mouths, and scurried around the yard. "I just love these little slave play dates," commented Mistress Brittany. "It wears them out, which makes them much more servile and submissive, without wearing me out." "It really does let them know where they stand in the pecking order, doesn't it?" stated Mistress Skye. "Of course your slave, soon to be our slave for the day, is at the bottom." Now, Summer had been getting more aggressive, and had been using her extra mobility (as she was not chained), to roll me over a few times. She had also held my head down a few times and forced me to deep throat a few of the cocks. I heard fingers snap twice and before I knew it, Summer had mounted me. I felt my thong being pulled to the side, and briefly the cool leather of her skirt, before I felt the familiar sensation of plastic cock in my ass. Apparently she had been wearing a strapon harness under the skirt the whole time, and had attached one of the cocks to it when I wasn't paying attention. It was of little matter now, as she jerked my head back with the leash and plowed into my well-used ass. "Bark like a dog, slave," she growled, as she continued to ram me. "Arf, arf. Arf, arf ar-oooOOO," I yelped. "YOU bark like a dog, slave," Mistress Skye commanded from across the yard. "And don't YOU stop," she growled at me. I could faintly hear the laughter of Brittany and Skye over the raucous panting, barking and yelping of Summer and myself. At that moment, I realized I had yet again sunk to a new low: I was a slave that was being mounted and fucked by another slave. For a fleeting moment, I noticed the crowd that had gathered around the fence to witness the bizarre spectacle: men and women of all ages looking on with a mixture of horror, wonder and awe, as two bikini clad goddesses cheered on a barking, leather clad woman fucking the shit out of barking, bound, big titted whore. That quickly vanished, as I knew it made no difference who was watching or what they thought. It's not like any of them would be interviewing me for a job. It's not like I would be running for public office. My life was with my mistress, and providing her with pleasure was all that mattered to me. Suddenly, I felt no weight on my back, but Summer was still clearly in my ass, though she was resting there, as she knelt behind me. I looked forward, and saw that Mistress Brittany had slid under me, and was lying on the ground with a cock of her own jutting up toward my mouth. Immediately, I began giving her one of my signature blow jobs. Just as I took her into my mouth, I was violently slammed forward, forcing me to take her all the way to the balls. All the cocksucking I had done had left me very adept at deepthroating. Behind me, Mistress Skye had strapped one on and slammed into Summer's waiting ass, which is what had caused me to lurch forward. Mistress Brittany began flexing her hips upward, as Skye continued to pound away at Summer. Now, I had taken on two cocks many times, and was normally very good at getting into rhythm, but I had never done anything like this before. My gagging and clumsiness was getting on my Mistress's nerves. "You're embarrassing me, you worthless slut," Mistress Brittany screamed. "Brittany, can you get your slave in line please, she's making me work back here," exclaimed Skye. "So sorry, Mistress Skye, sometimes these little bitches just don't take to their training like they should. She'll pay for it later." That was all the motivation I needed to bear down and start rocking back and forth on those cocks like a pro. I lost track of how long I was impaled, and how much my ass hurt. My attention was focused on providing pleasure for my Mistresses, and I thought of how nice my big titties looked bouncing around as I was getting it in the ass. I wondered if my legs and ass would look better in higher heels. Perhaps Mistress would fuck me more if I wore shorter skirts. Then I felt the cock being removed from my mouth. "Slave, I am leaving you to the charge of Mistress Skye and Mistress Summer. I expect you to be on your best behavior little girl," she said as she walked away. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. As Skye showed Brittany to the gate, Summer took the opportunity to start fucking me again. "HAHAHAHA, look at those two horny mutts," Brittany laughed. "We turn our backs for a second, and they're back at it. Good luck slave," she said as she drove off. Mistress Skye wasted no time, and strode over two Summer and I. She grabbed Summer's leash, and yanked her backwards, dislodging her from my asshole. Then she grabbed my leash, and dragged us both into the house. Once inside, she wasted no time tying my leash to the coffee table, which left me completely helpless. I watched as Skye quickly bent Summer over the side of the couch and tied her there using some built in restraints. Skye left the room, and I looked at Summer, bent over, head turned sideways and resting on the couch cushion, arms tied in front of her, and her legs spread to offer either hole to her Mistress. I wondered how this would affect me. Before I had time to decide, Mistress Skye strode back in to the room sporting a 12 inch purple cock and a riding crop. She swatted Summer's ass with the crop and asked, "Which hole do you want it in, slave?" "In my pussy, Mistress," she replied. "YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING SLAVE," Skye yelled as she began whaling on Summer's ass with the crop. "YOU WILL TAKE IN WHATEVER HOLE I WISH TO PUT IT IN. THE CORRECT ANSWER IS, 'Whatever you desire, Mistress,'" she said, as she buried all 12 inches in her poor red ass. Summer screamed out in pain, but was helpless to stop the assault on her ass. "And let that be a lesson to YOU," Skye admonished me. "Don't think you're getting off light here, missy. You'll have your turn." I did not doubt that. The phone rang, and Skye answered it. "I'm sorry; you can't talk to her right now, Mrs. Cummings. She is bent over the couch right now and I'm fucking her in the ass, I'll have her call you back later. Yes, she was being a bad girl again. I'll beat and fuck it out of her one of these days. Sure she can say, "Hello." "Hii muh muh mommy," Summer sobbed. Skye held the phone to her cock as she withdrew all 12 inches and then rapidly put all 12 back in, making a loud "Squisshhh," as Summer screamed again. "Yeah, that was her ass; your daughter is such a whore. Ok, I'll talk to you later," Skye said, and she hung up. "Ok slaves, I better things to do than wear myself out fucking your worthless asses all day. I'm going out for a bit. Summer, you are in charge," she said as she released the sobbing Summer from her bonds and walked out the door. "You are in deep shit now, slave," Summer growled as we heard Mistress Skye's car peel out of the driveway. She adjusted her bikini top, strapped on a cock, and smoothed out her skirt as best she could, explaining to me that she was in charge, and I was unworthy of seeing her naked. My restraints were undone, and Mistress Summer lay on her back on the floor. I immediately took her cock in my mouth and starting bobbing shamelessly on the shaft. "Nice try, whore," Mistress Summer laughed, as she swatted me away. She wiped her cock dry on her skirt and said, "Take a seat on my dick, now, bitch!" Instinctively, I squatted down and took the whole ten inches reverse cowgirl style. "That's right, I don't want to look at your face, you pathetic sissy. Now start bouncing!" With that, I took off on her cock, bouncing up and down like my life depended on it, which is not easy to do with DD tits flopping around on your chest and balanced on six inch platform heels, but I knew the consequences would be much worse if I failed to please my Mistress. "OOOO, I take so much abuse, I just love fucking little sissies when I get the chance," Mistress Summer said. "I love the feeling of introducing slaves to the working end of my cock and making them the slave of a slave. How does that feel, slut, watching me get abused by my Mistress, and then getting abused by me?" "It reminds me of my place Mistress," I panted, as my thighs started to burn. "I am the lowliest slave of all, the slave of a slave," I said as my legs gave out and I collapsed on top of her, burying her cock in my ass. "Oh are you tired?" she laughed. "Well, too bad, because I'm not done yet," she said, as she pushed me forward onto all fours, while keeping the dildo firmly embedded in my ass. With one swift motion, she withdrew from my ass, and just as quickly, she buried it to the balls. I jerked forward, but Mistress Summer grabbed me by the nipples and pulled me back onto her dick. I screamed and began to cry. "That's it little sissy, let's hear it," she growled, as she skewered me on her cock. She grabbed my hips, and drilled me with short quick strokes. She alternated between slapping my ass and pinching my nipples. I knew I would just have to take it until she felt like stopping. I was powerless to do anything else. Just as I was about to collapse, she stopped, and I felt an emptiness in my ass, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mistress Skye watching us. Despite my fatigue, I rolled over on my back, spread my legs, and grabbed my ankles, pulling my knees to the floor on either side of me. I knew I still had something left to give, and it was my duty to please my Mistress. "Looks like someone is a fast learner," laughed Skye, as Summer wasted no time plowing back into me. "Don't you dare cum until I say," demanded Summer. She rode me for another twenty minutes before she yelled, "Cum right now slave!" That's all I needed, and I oozed a small puddle of cum onto my belly. "Awww, look at that, she even comes like a little girl," Summer laughed as she dipped her dick into my cum. I was too exhausted to sit up, so Summer mounted my face and fed me her cock. As I lay there exhausted, Mistress Brittany walked into the room. I tried to get to kneeling position, but fell over. The second try was more successful and I knelt at her feet. Mistress Summer walked over and stood next to Mistress Brittany, and I took her cock in my mouth. "Very good slave," she said. "What do you think today's lesson was, slave?" Mistress Brittany asked. "Submission," I mumbled with my mouth full of cock. "That is correct slave, and I believe you learned that lesson very well, look at you, you little cocksucker!" she laughed. "Very nice work ladies," she told Skye and Summer. "We shall see you ladies later," she said as she led my wobbling on my heels, to the door. I turned around one last time, and saw Mistress Summer bent over in the hallway and taking it in the ass, as Mistress Skye waved goodbye to us. I had lost track of what day it was, or how many mistresses I had left to serve, but I was hoping it would be over soon, and I could return to home to my cage in Mistress Brittany and Mistress Chantz's house in Los Angeles. Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 05 I am currently working on #s 2, 3, and 4, but the idea for this one struck me, and I had to write it down, and I couldn't wait to post it! Please leave feedback, no matter how small, and please vote! Enjoy! I awoke on Friday morning to the sound of Mistress Brittany on the phone. "Yes, we'll be there to pick up the car at noon, thank you," she said. "Well slave, I decided to wrap up the conference early, so we can take a side trip. It's a surprise for you, since you've been such a trooper all week. Now go get yourself ready." I went in the bathroom and took a quick shower, tossed on a tank top, a pair of jeans and heels, and brushed out my blonde locks. As Mistress finished getting ready, I carefully packed up both our bags. My clothes had taken a beating worse than I had over the past week, and I knew I would be stopping at the dry cleaners when we returned to Los Angeles. Mistress emerged, and we loaded up the car and took off. A few miles down the road, I began to see signs for my hometown Tampa, and my heart caught in my throat. Mistress must have read my mind, because she laughed. "I've always wanted to meet the people responsible for your creation," she said. I simply lowered my head and did not respond. My parents had seen the video of Mistress Chantz fucking me in the ass, but this was taking it to a whole new level. "You may call me Brittany in front of your parents," she generously offered as we pulled up to the house. My mother met us at the door, with a kiss and hug for each of us. "Brittany, it's so good to finally meet you, after all the lovely chats we've had. Brad, you're looking good. I assume she's keeping you out of trouble?" she laughed. "Your father is out of town, it's a shame, I'm sure he'd have wanted to see you. You two must be tired, and it's getting late. I've made up the guest bedroom for you," she offered. "That's very sweet of you, Mrs. Smith, but if you don't mind, Brad and I sleep in separate beds. It's only proper." "But I thought..." my mother trailed off. "Our relationship is very unique and we are very close, almost like sisters," Brittany explained. "It's gotten much deeper, and we prefer to have it this way, if you don't mind." "Not at all, I'll make up the other room," my mom said. "Don't trouble yourself with that, mom, I'll just sleep on the floor. It's good for my back," I said, as I inadvertently cupped my tits in my hands. With that, my mom went off to bed, and Mistress and I went into the guest room, which was next to my parents' bedroom. Mistress had laid out a white shelf bra, thong, garter belt, thigh highs, and lace and silk baby doll on the bed, with the matching heels on the floor. I busied myself putting everything on, and as I finished buckled the strap on my heel, I looked up to see Mistress Brittany in full domme attire. Her blonde hair was pulled into a stern ponytail, and she was wearing a leather bustier, which accentuated, but did not cover her tits and black, metal-studded, thigh-high boots. She was carrying a riding crop, and belted around her waist was a 14 inch ribbed black strapon. This particular strapon also had a heating pad-like device that spread out across the wearer's pelvic area. It provided a nice warming sensation to the wearer, but burned the wearer's victim. It was also very thick. It was designed to inflict pain. Mistress said it was so she didn't have to wear herself out spanking my ass. I was tossed onto the bed, and my arms were bent in half, each wrist tied to its shoulder. The same was done to my legs, tying each ankle to its thigh. "Mistress, please, not here" I softly pleaded with her. "I guess you'll just have to be quiet, won't you?" she laughed, as she buckled a white leather collar around my neck. Next, she lifted me up on my elbows and knees, and I heard a leash being snapped onto the collar. I glanced over my shoulder to see that the leash was made of a series of white beads, which increased in size as they got closer to the collar. "Now let's get you warmed up," she said. With that, she flipped the baby doll up over my backside, and started whaling on me with the riding crop, as she pulled my head back with the leash. Now, I had acquired a pretty high tolerance for pain, but after a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I also knew I couldn't yell, for fear of waking my mom. So I jerked my head forward and bit into the pillow. To my surprise, she stopped hitting me briefly, and let me rest my head on the pillow. Then I felt my head being pulled back, slowly and steadily, and simultaneously felt my ass being filled, but not by cock. The leash was a string of anal beads, and each one that went into my ass, pulled my head back and arched my back even more severely. Once I was stretched as far as I could go, head back, pillow still dangling from my mouth, Mistress grabbed onto the leash between my collar and asshole, and rammed all 14 inches of her cock straight into my ass. I screamed into the pillow, as my hole was immediately ripped open, and my ass began to burn from the heating element, but I held onto the pillow. She reached forward and pulled down the top of the baby doll, leaving the shelf bra to support my bouncing tits. She continued to hammer away at my ass, my tits swaying wildly, using short, quick strokes to maximize her pleasure and my pain. It was only a matter of time until I dropped the pillow and screamed, which would wake my mom for sure. I knew Mistress was just toying with me, and that she could make me drop that pillow whenever she wanted. She enjoyed watching me suffer, and work. All of sudden, she removed her cock all the way to the tip, and then rammed it all the way back home. By this time, all the fucking had loosened up my ass quite a bit. As she started to withdraw, the entire leash flew out of my ass, bead by bead, causing my head to fly forward, and I simultaneously lost the pillow, orgasmed, and screamed. There was a rustle next door, and I heard someone get up. Mistress wasted no time getting in front of me, pulling me by the leash up to my knees, and shortening the leash in her hand until her cock was buried in my mouth. To my horror, my mother walked into the room, and rubbed her eyes. What she saw, was her once macho son, wearing white platform heels, which were resting on his ass, and matching thigh highs, garter belt, shelf bra and silky baby doll, bound, collared, and leashed, sucking the gigantic black cock of his "friend." "Good evening, Mrs. Smith," Mistress said nonchalantly, as she continued to skull fuck me. "You are not dreaming. When I said our relationship has gotten deeper, I was telling the truth. She used to only be able to take six inches, the one I just pulled from her ass, the one she is currently servicing, is 14 inches. It's also true that we don't sleep together. I am her Mistress, and she is my slave, my slut, my own personal fucktoy, if you will." She pulled the cock from my mouth. "Now apologize to your mother for waking her up." "I am deeply sorry for waking you up mother. Rest assured it will not happen again. I will make it up to you before I leave," I said, my face burning with embarrassment. "I will personally see to it that she will not disturb you further," Mistress assured her, as she shoved a cock gag into my mouth and secured it. She then threw me onto my back, and jammed her dick back into me. "We'll see you at breakfast," Mistress laughed as she continued to abuse me. I caught a glimpse of my mother leaving the room from behind my flopping tits, and I heard the door close. A few hours later, I awoke to the sunlight coming into the room, and a feeling of fullness in my ass. I looked down to see the cock was still in my ass, and at some point I had been rebound, so that only my hands were bound to each other, in front of me. Mistress was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she had gone for a morning run. I heard the door open, so I quickly pretended to be asleep. My mother came into the room, and pulled off the covers, then took what was probably a note off my back and read it aloud. "Please let sleeping beauty rest, she's had a long night. What you saw last night was real. Lift up her nightie in the back." I felt a cool breeze on my crimson ass, and I heard a gasp as my mother discovered a 14 inch black strapon in my ass. To my surprise, she gave it a few taps, driving it into my ass, but not enough to elicit an audible response from me. I heard her leave the room, and awhile later, Mistress Brittany reentered the room. She looked absolutely stunning, in a pink sports bra and tiny pink sweat shorts, sweat glistening off her perfect body. She quickly buckled herself back in to the harness and gave me a few quick pokes before she yanked the cock from my ass and untied my hands. I stood up gingerly and minced my way to the bathroom, not bothering to cover my huge, sore tits. I undressed and jumped in the shower. A few moments later, Mistress joined me in the shower. She kissed me tenderly, working her way down my body, and we scrubbed each other clean. She nibbled on my ear and caressed my breasts. I felt so loved. We got out, and changed into matching white sweatpants and wife beaters, and went back to the guest room. We lounged around all afternoon watching TV. I felt so safe in her arms. "It's time to get ready for our date," Mistress said. She led me to the bed, where she had laid out my outfit. I put on a baby blue spaghetti strap tank top and a wrap around, pleated denim mini skirt. Red lipstick, a small handbag, and wooden platform sandals completed the look. "Oops, I almost forgot this," she said, as she tossed me a miniscule baby blue thong, which I slid up my legs. "I know you like going braless, I prefer you that way too," she said. She knew me so well. Mistress came back into the room dressed as a man. She was wearing men's dark blue jeans, black shoes, a hat, and a baggy button up Hawaiian shirt. She took me by the arm, and led me to the car, promising my mother she'd have me back by ten. We went to dinner and a movie, and were having lovely evening out. Oddly enough, she paid for everything. She never paid for anything. On the way home, she reached over and began to grope my leg. Then she reached up and pinched my nipples, bringing them to attention under the thin tank I was wearing. My nipples were very sensitive since the operation, and I began to get aroused. I leaned over and unzipped her jeans with my teeth, and out popped a nice eight inch, flesh colored cock. I got to work, giving her a terrific blow job as we sped down the road. After a few minutes, the car slowed to a stop, and Mistress got out of the car and told me to do the same. I looked around, and though there had been some changes, I could see it was the park I used to play in as a kid. She led me over to a new piece of equipment. It was a large wheel, with hand grips to the side, which kids could run on, sort of like a treadmill. I was quickly bent over the wheel, which hit me right at waist level, and my hands were placed on the grips. I quickly bucked my hips to flip my tiny skirt up over my ass, as Mistress pulled down my tank top and yanked my panties down to my knees. Her cock was eased into my ass, inch by inch. "I could tell you wanted this all night," she whispered in my ear. "Dressed up like you are, turning me on like that. You're a dirty girl, and you're going to get every inch of my dick and you're gonna like it." She began to fuck me hard, but she knew that the eight inch cock was the perfect length for my pleasure. The motion of our fucking caused the wheel to rub against my tiny cock and my tits, further arousing me. After a nice hard fuck, she removed her cock from my ass, and grabbed my hips, indicating that I should stand up. She led me over to the picnic table, which was not an easy task, as I had to mince slowly to keep my panties around my knees, and my sandals from slipping off. As I walked, I reached up and took off my tank top, accidentally causing my skirt to flip back down over my ass. Mistress let go of my hand, and I bent myself over the short end of the picnic table, panties around my knees, reaching back to flick my tiny skirt up out of the way. I glanced over my shoulder, biting my finger sexily and wiggling my ass invitingly. Then I turned back around and grabbed both sides of the table, bracing myself for this most welcomed invasion. I didn't have to wait long, and I felt lube being applied to my ass. This really was my lucky day! I felt Mistress's tits brush against my back and her well-lubed cock brush between my cheeks. Then I felt a pain in my right nipple followed quickly by a tug, which brought my face closer to the picnic table, and then pain in my left nipple. She had attached nipple clamps to my tits, and fed the short connecting chain through one of the boards on the table. "That's for you baby, I know you like it doggy style, and I know how you love your nipples played with," she whispered, as she slid her cock into me. This time she took it slow, filling me with nice, long strokes, and caressing my hips as ass cheeks as she did so. After awhile, I felt her pull out, but I was not ready to be done yet. I was fully aroused and needed more cock in my ass. I looked back over my shoulder, and gave her my sexiest pouty "please take me" look. Mistress laughed, "Well, looks like someone's a needy girl. Prove to me you want it. Come and get it! I back up as far as the clamps would allow me, and then arched my ass up, and impaled myself on her cock. I continued to violate myself on the cock, nonchalantly putting my elbows on the table, and my head in my hands, like I was lying on the floor reading a book. I was so close, yet despite my efforts, I could not orgasm. Mistress, sensing my frustration, instructed me to remove the nipple clamps as she slowly removed her phallus from my ass. Then she spun me around and sat me down on the picnic table, grabbing me tenderly by the neck and easing onto my back. She unbuttoned my skirt, leaving the now flat scrap of material as a cushion for my ass. My ankles were placed on her shoulders and her dick found its way back into my ass, where I wanted it. As she picked up the pace on my well-stretched ass, she began a twisting motion that she had never done before. I was literally being screwed! I imagined the scene: A hot blonde getting nailed on a picnic table at dusk, pinching her nipples and writhing in pleasure, her legs flailing wildly as her panties swirl around her ankle, her lover hammering away, pants around his ankles, a few buttons missing from his shirt. My vision was quickly interrupted by the flashing of police lights and the approach of two people. At that moment, Mistress hit my prostate, and I screamed out in pleasure as the best orgasm of my life racked my body. She quickly removed her cock from me, and threw her clothes back on, as a flashlight was shone in my eyes. I recognized the cop as the father of my old friend Bill Thomas. "Mr. Smith, my how you've changed," he laughed. "I just had to come see this for myself, thanks for calling me Brittany," he added. This was all a set up! "Hey Bill, come over here," he yelled. "Remember Brad Smith? Here he is!" Another man approached me and started laughing as well. "I guess we'll have to book him for public indecency," Bill said, as he cuffed me and threw me naked into the cruiser. "Brittany, you are free to go. Thank you for alerting us to this situation. We can't have naked people pleasuring themselves in public parks." They hadn't seen her fucking me in the ass! "Just wait until we get you downtown," Bill laughed. "Bye bye, sweetie. Have fun in jail," Brittany laughed, as we pulled away in the cruiser, lights flashing.