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The Visitor Ch. 01

By: phillyinjun



The bracing cold air in the mountains awoke his senses early that morning, just as it had each day he had been in the Swazi village.

Dawn would be breaking in a few minutes, and the first rooster's crowing had just died off, its waking call being echoed in the by others in the distance. Mark swung out of his bed and stood on the rough sisal mat that covered most of the hardened mud flooring of his hut, enjoying the feeling as the cords bite comfortably into his feet. He stretched and yawned, making his way out of the hut out into the courtyard. 

Faint pink tendrils of the coming sun were beginning to mark the distant horizon, and he took in a deep breath, watching the mist that swirled around the craggy mountaintops around him.

This was exactly what he needed, coming out of the disaster that was his life in New York. He shook his head as familiar tensions started to flood his mind with just the thought of New York and he walked out into yard.

He was rich beyond his imagination and yet the fact there were others who were richer consumed his every waking moment. He could probably fuck every woman he wanted to, and had actually slept with many, and yet he was unsatisfied. There didn't seem to be an end to this chase.

And now here, in the remotest part of Swaziland, he had come to find salvation. He was still skeptical but as he looked around the yard, and felt the beauty of the place soak into him, he realized that a lot of the tension had evaporated.

Even in the daytime, he had some privacy in this yard - a chest high, closely thatched bamboo fence kept out prying eyes. But now, at dawn, he had complete privacy and had taken advantage of it every morning the past week. He was nude, the cold air raising goose bumps on his skin, but he enjoyed every minute of his early morning ritual. By the time he got to the fence in the far corner, he was massaging his tumescent cock and slowly moving down to gently squeeze his testicles. What a feeling, he grinned, a sort of return to an bestial state.

As far away from the trappings of modern society as he could get.

He stood with his legs apart and urinated into a bush that line that area of the fence, a strong and powerful stream that was steaming in the cold. The pleasure was exquisite and he threw his head back and grunted, clenching his buttocks as he did so. He had discovered this base pleasure some days ago and then had continued to indulge in it ever since.

Suddenly, he stiffened and he cut off his peeing in mid stream. He was sure he heard something. Or someone.

"Hey, don't stop now," he heard a woman's voice, South African accented lilt.

"Ah crap," he said, looking around and then saw her leaning against fence, peering in from the other side. Red hair, he could just make out but not much else, "I didn't know anyone had moved in."

She laughed, a low chuckle.

"Came in late last night, but seriously - don't stop on my account," she said, looking unabashedly at him, at his body. She stood on tiptoe revealing the tops of bare breasts,"See, I am dressed for the occasion as well..."

He made some sort of noise, embarrassed out of his senses, and walked back into his hut quickly, urine burning in his cock. "Fucking hell," he muttered in confusion, "What the heck was that about?"

Behind him, he thought he heard her chuckle again and shame overcame him.

But his cock had hardened to a thick pole by the time he fell into bed, and he started to stroke it. He thought of the woman, her laugh, her breasts ... and her lack of inhibition, his cock hardening even further and he gasped at the pleasure he felt as his hand traveled its length, squeezing the soft curves of the shaft and the bulge of his cock head. A spurt of pre-cum moved through his cock, burning him with pleasure and he welcomed it as it spurted out gently through the slit. With another gasp, he licked it, enjoying the musk and salty taste, as he kept stroking.

With a gasp, he drew his legs up and raised his head, looking and enjoyed watching his hand working the thick pole. Pleasure started to gather at the cock head and with a groan he laid his head back on the pillow, his stroking becoming faster. He could see her eyes and her lips, imagining her under him as he fucked her...

With a long drawn groan, he came, cum shooting out in stringy, white globs, landing warmly on his stomach, and dripping wetly down his shaft and on his pubic hair. He continued to squeeze his cock, eking out more semen and pleasure. Breathing hard, he lay down and closed his eyes.

"Hey, boss, you hit the jackpot again," Tsotsi's chirping voice cut through the warm slumber a couple of hours later.

"Ah, bugger off, man," Mark groaned, "And I would clean up if you would just come in a more decent hour."

Tsotsi grinned at him, a tall handsome lad, bare chested even in this cold weather. He had, just like everyone else in the camp, a brief covering over his loin, barely hiding his long cock, "You know I don't mind cleaning you up, boss. And the deal is that you get up at the right time for the day."

With a warm, wet cloth, he gently wiped down Mark's body. He delicately held up his flaccid cock and then cleaned the crotch area, and Mark held back a groan. The first time Tsotsi, his personal butler here, had cleaned him intimately this way, Mark had fought back with vigor fearing some sort of rape. But then he had got used to the touch, almost looking forward to it. Tsotsi was professional, but was obviously not averse to it, squeezing his cock or massaging his testicles often.

Mark lay back and relaxed under his ministrations, enjoying the feel of the fingers on him. He grinned as he thought of his buddies in New York, a world away. If they ever found out that what he was allowing, they would completely freak out. Well, that was the point. He needed a complete break from that world.

"What you smiling at, Mark? You like the touch?" Tsotsi grinned and stroked Mark's cock.

"Hey, hey, buddy, enough of that," Mark swung off the bed. He could not help noticing that Tsotsi was somewhat aroused.

"You know who moved next door?" he asked as he fastened his own loin cloth.

"She woke you up?" Tsotsi said as he put down the breakfast on the low table, "She came in late last night, a woman from Cape Town. You know, South Africa. Jennifer. Her third year here."

"Third year?" Mark pulled up short and looked at the young Swazi with suspicion, "You all have been saying one stay cures all. She had to come here three times?"

"Relax, Mark," Tsotsi barely looked up from the dishes, "She comes back because she loves it here. Like a homecoming thing."

Mark was silent for a bit, wanting to believe him. This whole trip was really an escape for him even if the ultimate goal of a complete destressing would be good. Two months of this would relax him but even he did not think he would be completely stress free when he went back to the States. Making the $10 million dollar bonus had left a deep scar that could not possibly be healed.

"We'll be back in the fields today, Mark..."

"Damn! This is me working for you - and paying to do so as well!" there was an edge of truth to Mark's complaint. They had been in the fields for a couple of days now, with a hoe, tilling the land slowly. The men and the women, working long hours. They had been patient with him, teaching him what was obviously basic to them, and now he had got into the rhythm. And the aches and pains were now subsiding and giving way to some toning.

But he was getting tired of the same routine. The women, young ones with beautiful breasts and older ones that looked like they would be a great fuck, would flirt with him but nothing more. The sexual tension was great but without relief in the horizon.

"Patience, boss," this time, the young Swazi looked up, "Tonight, we shall start the other part of your healing." 

The Visitor Ch. 01



"So we might be having a guest next month," she said casually, under the circumstances. "Actually a new friend who I think will be a fun visitor. No one has stayed in the casita for weeks."

"And someone who is not a family member, for months," I said In the spirit of the conversation, if not the moment,. " Will you tell me more about this 'new friend,' or do I have to just wait and see?"

"Some of each," as she very slowly stroked the hard cock she claimed as hers. With me in that moment of tease and denial, when she has restrained my body and removed my chastity device, my brain's fantasy center went into overdrive. Did her conscious use of gender free, singular terms, suggest that she intended to fuck someone else? If so, I felt pretty certain it would be another woman. One thing that was an expressed fantasy of mine was for her to bring another woman into the equation. 

She was coy when I asked about another woman but her grin gave her away. She had been close enough with a woman before that she knew there had to be no doubt about 'diving into the pool' whenever the opportunity and attraction presented themselves. My fantasy seemed to be in harmony with a long-standing desire of hers.

It was very easy to go far off in fantasy-land when the present reality is a delicious, slow, almost tortuous sensation of pleasure that the mind says will not be realized, while HER cock hopes for intercourse. There will be no orgasm for me tonight but she will have several.

Slowly she slid her lubricated thumb and forefinger down opposite sides of her pulsing flesh toy. Just that tiny bit of friction sent waves of arousal throughout my body and I shivered involuntarily. Then a very slow upstroke with the tip of one nail, from the base to a small circle around the foreskin had me straining at my bindings and pushing that stiff firecracker upward as if humping the air would set it off. 

I couldn't help myself. Knowing a small display of self-restraint might result in an opportunity to actually cum, I still was under the control of the smaller brain and it wanted to get off now. So I humped against the tiny amount of slack in my restraints, bringing a smug grin to her face as she again stroked upward with a feather-light touch.

"No, no, none of that. We've worked hard to create unimaginable pleasure for you . We just have to build up to the point where you get the real deal, not just some short term momentary relief.."

As she increased both the pace and the pressure of her strokes, putting me on that slow upward curve to complete abandon, she asked, "Are you listening to me. I think having my friend come for a week will be fun for all of us."

I was panting and squirming to hump the air, when I managed to croak out, "What kind of fun for me?", with a hint of sarcasm in my voice .

"You know that's the kind of question and tone that will get you a lot of extra time. Is that what you want now, more time? Do you think you can stand more days of this desperate need?," she purred as her oil-slick hands lightly rubbed the head of her cock. I knew she could feel me beginning to spasm, so she squeezed tightly with both hands at the base of the throbbing tool, leaving me with only the frustration of a tiny dribble of precum.

Considering that my whole body was shaking from this immediate denial of release, I said, "Geez no. How do I earn less time before I get to cum?"

She smiled, "I'll tell you more as the plan progresses."

With that she commenced a series of rapid downward strokes, tightening her fingers as she slipped back up to the swollen head. Her prize appeared, a drop of clear pre-cum. She tightened her hand at the base of her cock and held it there for a moment.

I was panting, groaning, whining and ultimately begging her for some relief. It had been more than two weeks and the cock, ever the optimist, was hoping for intercourse. What I got was the drop of pre-cum pressed to my lips on her extended finger.

"Did you think you were going to cum tonight, sweetie. Bad prediction," she said as she returned from the dresser with her bowl of ice. Iced, shrunk, caged—who knows how long. "I'm always glad to know I gave you what you really wanted, deep down, more frustration and a taste of cum." 

"This is difficult to figure out," she said. "I want to keep you happy by feeding you lots of the cum you love, but it makes me so happy to deny your orgasms. I'll have to think about how to achieve a win/win situation, where you get to feast on cum often but I can still relish the positive impact that your denial has on MY sex life."

"Since I just gave you so much pleasure, don't you think it would be nice to return the favor?" She climbed up and swung her leg over my head, giving me a close-up of her beautiful pussy, the object of my strongest attainable desire. As she lowered herself toward my extended tongue, I could see the dampness around her lips. Clearly her power to control my orgasms, in itself, super-charged her desire.

"See how wet I got for you, just from focusing on your needs for awhile. I think you find it more flavorful that way."

Slowly I licked the length of her slit, arriving at the right spot just as her clit came in range. Alternating sucking her delicious nub with licking those intoxicating lips, I could feel her start to move. I was pleased when I heard a suppressed moan and felt the tips of three fingers begin a little massage on her now engorged clit.

After a few minutes of that, she slid down along my tongue so that it licked right up to her little cherry. "Oh baby," she said, "do you know how much I've enjoyed your rimming lately. I really never knew that could feel so good. Give me some of that with a little penetration."

I did what she asked and she began to move up and down, forcing my tongue deeper into that sweet spot. I could feel her hand working faster on her clit and then she pushed three fingers into her sopping pussy. In what seemed like seconds, she was shaking and screaming, "Fuck me."

She collapsed forward along my body, pulling her tasty treats away from my mouth. Turning her head around to look back at me, she asked with a grin, "Was that good for you?"

We both lay still for a few minutes. Her cock had been surging to get hard since the moment she relocked it, but now the pressure diminished slightly. That surge and pressure is a big part of the physical pleasure of being captured in a chastity device. It's like being perpetually aroused. The cock swells in its tiny prison, filling the limited space, and then continues to try, with nowhere to go. But it is receiving constant touching that may briefly escalate to attention-getting pain. At that point the attempt to grow subsides slightly, allowing the cycle to begin again. My brain repeatedly ignores the certainty of no orgasm because that sensation of arousal convinces my body that I'm also receiving pleasure. Ultimately, the denial of release operates on a more mental level to reinforce the submissiveness that got me here in the first place.

When she rose from the bed, I got to look at her entire body in a state of complete sexual abandon. I felt her cock surge again in its prison. She left me restrained and went to the bathroom. 

Walking back into the bedroom, she said, "While we're both here, why don't we actually fuck." She had her favorite strap-on dangling from her hand.

After a long absence, my chastity had returned to our sex lives. We had briefly played with chastity a few times in years past but life always got too busy for her to keep up the constant teasing necessary to sustain my submission and her pleasure. A few months ago, we had moved to a tropical paradise when we both retired early. We bought property, built a house and got legal residency, during which the sex was almost non-existent. Without going into details now, she decided to take control; I lost control; her sex life was hot; mine was too, but constantly frustrating.

Now she kept me locked virtually all of the time. She would remove the cage only when my hands were restrained, knowing that not being able to touch myself was the continuing reminder of my condition and her control over me. In the weeks since locking me up again, she had removed the device to clean and shave me and, on no discernible schedule, to allow me "relief." That usually consisted of long periods of stroking and stopping until she decided to take me all the way to orgasm.

That decision was happening far less as time passed. We were not living 24/7 whips & chains. In fact, very little of the stereotypical Femdom/BDSM style had crept into our lives at that point. She didn't need to dress-up to make the point of her dominance—the plastic cage locked almost constantly on HER cock put me right where she wanted me. She never hesitated to remind me that I was getting just what I begged for and, if I couldn't handle the little things she asked of me, we could stop all the playing around and have her think only of herself.

How could I complain just because I never foresaw in my fantasies where hers might take us, given the opening I had provided? One of the first rules for me was no clothes in or around the house unless someone else was there. Because our ocean-view property was extremely private and we lived in the Tropics, being naked, except for my tiny prison, was not an issue. I had always preferred to be nude at home anyway. This wasn't the same as hanging loose.

She had played with my asshole, fucked me with her strap-on and tried out butt plugs on me long before any real D/s entered our lives. After she took control, her assault on my ass became increasingly frequent. As that became more and more of my physical contact with her, just the appearance of one of her favorite plugs or anal dildos, caused HER cock to visibly strain to enlarge, a reaction which did not escape her notice.

"I think you're starting to get more aroused by even the thought of something in your ass than you do from getting to put your little sissy clit inside me," she said one day, while teasing HER temporarily unlocked cock. As I tried to tell her that wasn't true, she added, "Say what you will, but the surge I feel in the palm of my hand tells me I'm right." 

Our next conversation about our expected visitor occurred when I was a little less amped up about needing to cum right now. Well actually that feeling never leaves but it is more tolerable when there is no active teasing going on. I was simply tied to the bed with the cage off for a little "truth-telling."

M. loves to prove my hidden desires and perversions by seeing what topics bring me to erection. Of course she recognizes that under her control, locked or not, my desire to please will engorge her cock when she mentions anything sexual beyond our experience and previously repulsive. Lots of things I had never fantasized about had now become part of her checklist for "satisfying all of your nasty kinks." She could say, "Because you are so turned on by size and I want to make you happy, we need a much larger strap-on."

Then, M. said, "My friend Emma is coming in two weeks and she'll stay about a week."

Despite my predicament, I just asked, "Who is she?"

"You've heard me speak of her often some years ago. She was a professor in Atlanta and we got to know each other at conferences over the years."

"I don't think I've heard you mention her for a long time."

"We stayed in email contact. When I went to Florida the last time, she had just gotten in touch with me. I called her and we hung out the night I had to lay-over in Orlando on my way home."

"We didn't talk about that then did we?"

"No. I didn't bring it up because it turned out to be a very special night for me and I couldn't figure out how to tell you all about it."

"So what does that mean for her visit? What does she know?"

"You're not really in a position to be so inquisitive right now are you? And I don't really have to ask you anything. My cock is so hard right now, I know your little male brain is going crazy with the thought of what it might mean to have two women around you."

Then she said, "For now, all you need to know is that Emma is a little younger than me, beautiful, and wants to spend time with us in our natural element. Oh," like an afterthought, "Emma is definitely bi and she is really intrigued by your situation. That you asked for it, she doesn't get at all. She also assumes that you are insufficiently equipped to satisfy me or most any woman with that cock."

"Why would she assume that at this point? You know that's not true."

"Well, in the pictures, it looks awfully small inside that cage. She could see it is only about 2 inches long."

"You showed her pictures of me locked up? But you know I'm a grower. Didn't you tell her I'm actually larger than average?"

M. laughed, "Why would I tell her that? Soon enough she'll see that her assumption is correct. I mean really; in the past I was deluded about your size but since YOU want that cock to always be tiny, why shouldn't I and my friends think of it that way too."

"What are you expecting from Emma's visit?" I asked. "It seems like there is some pre-conceived eroticism."

"You've figured that out, huh. From the swelling member in my hand, it seems like you are anticipating watching some girl on girl activity. Well, I certainly hope that will be happening, but what you get to see...?"

At that point, she turned her full attention to her cock and began to stroke it from the base to the tip with her fingertips lightly gripping its circumference. As she reached the tip, she pressed and swirled her thumb around the hole. With that, a single stroke caused a huge twitch, and, as she pulled her hand away, a large drop of pre-cum popped out. She ran her index finger softly across the tip and raised it to a few inches from my face, showing me the glistening drop she had retrieved. When she put that finger to my lips, I groaned and licked.

"I guess talking about my friend makes you crave cum. Are you becoming my little cumslut? I remember how eager you were to tongue my pussy the last time you came inside me. It seems that I'm going to need to provide you with more cum just to keep you happy."

Of course, her swollen cock twitched strongly at that comment, with my brain telling me it meant she intended to produce some more cum right now for me to swallow. I was so horny, that prospect gave me nothing but joy along with an even harder erection. "Because you won't be ejaculating nearly enough to satisfy your obvious craving, I may be forced to find other sources for you to get your cum fix." Again, a strong twitch of her cock, and she said, "That's a pretty positive reaction to the idea of sucking a real cock. Do you want me to make that happen for you baby? You don't need to answer now; I can tell better how to make you happy by watching you react." 

She pulled her hand away from her cock, watching it jump and strain for more contact, and said, "Another day we'll have to talk about how to get you all of the cum you desire—or maybe even a little more."

I wasn't ready to have that conversation any time soon, especially when I was constantly as horny as I had become, and could not control what I might agree had become my own burning desire.

Emma had arranged to take a commuter flight from the international airport to a small airport closer to where we live. We only had about 45 minute drive to pick her up. 

M. spotted Emma in the window of the airplane as it taxied to a stop at the end of the runway. I first saw Emma when she exited the plane. As soon as Emma cleared the flimsy security gate, she and M. rushed into each other's arms. I stood back a little, giving them a slightly private moment and giving myself an opportunity to take a long look at our visitor. I liked very much what I saw.

M. had not lied when she said that Emma was beautiful. She was just slightly taller than M., with very short dark hair. She had a slender build but I couldn't tell much more about her body. 

Emma was dressed for the tropics, wearing a thin, short, flower print dress, a pair of sandals and a jean jacket for the plane. As I watched the love of my life, my Mistress, embrace her friend, I felt that familiar swelling in my tube, forcing my awareness back to M.'s inaccessible cock. No wonder; as they broke their embrace, I could see that their kiss had been more than the local customary peck on the cheek. Tongues were being pulled back as they disentwined.

Then they turned to me. As M. made the introduction, Emma leaned in for a one-arm upper-body hug with a peck on the cheek. She seemed to know the local custom. What I could tell was she had a slender body and smelled deliciously fresh without artificial scents. 

Emma pointed to a duffle-type bag on the baggage cart. I grabbed that. With her shoulder bag, that was all of her luggage. 

As we got in the car and started for home, M. remarked, "Looks like you travel light;" to which, Emma replied, "I didn't think I would need more than a couple of sun dresses and some shorts and tops. You won't make me wear clothes around your house just because he is home, will you?"

"Don't be silly. That's a distinct advantage of keeping him locked—even if you flaunted it, he could only do things to pleasure you while increasing his frustration. If you chose to use him, knowing his true desire is to remain locked and frustrated, you both win. Of course he will never admit to his true desire so he's lucky to have me, and now you, to help him recognize it." I realized we had no secrets from our beautiful visitor and the humiliating aspect of that knowledge served only to increase my arousal.

I was driving and M. had given Emma the front passenger seat for our ride home. We would pass through miles of oil palm groves and cross about a dozen small rivers. As we drove, Emma turned sideways on her seat so she could more easily talk with M. in the back. As she did so, from the corner of my eye I caught her short dress slide up her thighs and when she pulled her left leg up under her, her bare crotch was completely exposed.

M. said, "Keep your eyes on the road Mr. Driver. I know what you're looking at over there." Then she leaned forward a little between the seats and let out a little gasp. "No wonder he's transfixed. I see a little bit of heaven."

At that, Emma spread her thighs a little wider, giving me the swollen surge which was the main sensation I got to experience in the cage. M. giggled a little and said, "You are such a nasty tease—just perfect for us. At this point he will be swelling out the sides of his cage and producing substantial amounts of pre-cum. That's where I like to keep him as much of the time as possible. It keeps him more than willing to do whatever we want, on only the slightest suggestion of some kind of release."

Emma said, "I'm sorry to be such a slut, but ever since we started planning this trip, I've been in a constant state of arousal. M., are you serious that I can just make love to you, tease the hell out of him, hang around naked, and there's no price to be paid involving semen?"

M., acting more boldly with a woman than I had ever seen, leaned further forward, reaching across to Emma's fully exposed lips and gently stroking them, said, "This is the only price of admission—and whatever results from it. As far as he is concerned, I hope you won't be shy using him for pleasure, but there is no reciprocation. I do want you to help me keep him on edge, but that can be anything from just being naked around the house to joining us as he gets his time out of the cage and lots of slow attention that ends nowhere."

I moaned. M. pulled her hand back and I could hear little pops as she licked her fingers. Emma said, "So who are you teasing now?"

As we got closer to home, my arousal turned to nervousness. I realized that in a few moments we would be at the front door, where I always had to strip before entering. All of this teasing banter was one thing but I was about to be exposed to a beautiful stranger with nothing on but my tiny plastic prison. And, of course, that humiliating thought turned me on so much that the cage felt more stuffed than ever before. M. had not said a word about whether I was supposed to deviate from our normal routine. I fully expected to be shown off in chastity for the first time. Rationally, that was not something I would have called a desire but knowing it was not my decision made the certainty of full exposure totally stimulating.




The Visitor Ch. 01



We pulled into the garage and M. told me to carry some things up and get the front door unlocked; and, she said, "None of our rules have changed. I don't expect to see all of those textiles now that we're home." I told myself just to not think about it. I unlocked the door then quickly stripped out of my shorts, panties and shirt. As the two beauties ascended the stairs, I knew Emma was checking out my situation, causing more swelling. She giggled as she knelt in front of me for a better look. "It's so small. What did you do for fun before you put that little thing in its rightful place?" she asked.

I should have been flattered; she was checking me out before our incredible ocean view caught her eye. But of course she was focused not on me but on the physical basis of my complete subservience. M. took her hand and pulled her back to standing. Then she caught the view across the infinity pool, the rainforest and out to a huge expanse of ocean.

Emma and M. crossed the living room, dropping articles of clothing on the way. They entered the pool together then turned, drawing each other into a tight embrace and kissing greedily. I'm sure I was staring, open-mouthed, at the two luscious creatures lovingly fondling each other. M. turned to me saying, "If you leave your mouth hanging open much longer, we'll have to think of something to fill it with. We want a little time alone. Why don't you start preparing that light dinner we discussed?"

They cavorted and laughed in the pool for quite a while. Then I heard them get out and head for "our" bedroom. From that point, as I heard the sounds of vigorous love-making, I thought about what I had seen and imagined the two of them touching, stroking, kissing, licking. I wondered if I would get to do any of those things.

Just as I was finishing up dinner preparations, the two of them emerged from our bedroom. Emma was wearing only a gauzy beach cover-up and M. just a lacy thong. That answered the question of how much flesh might be revealed to me—just about everything, so far. And the effect, as M. correctly anticipated, was rapid swelling in the cage, pushing it up and slightly away from my body.

M. said, "Come over here, lover. See what we can cause without lifting a finger." 

"Oh my, the little thing wants out so badly now. Did we do that?," Emma asked.

"Yeah. Imagine his reaction if he had been with us earlier or if we pay more direct attention to him."

At that moment, Emma crossed the terrace to a spot directly in front of me, reached down, and began to caress my exposed and swollen balls. I went weak all of over and had to catch myself with a hand on her shoulder as my knees buckled. That generated an electric charge through my hand and up my arm. I stepped back before I could touch more of her and embarrass myself further, if that was possible at this point. Was I feeling some humiliation? It was such a rush, I hardly recognized the feeling and I knew for the first time what the suppressed desire for humiliation meant.

Seeing the force of the reaction, Emma asked, "Will I get to see more of that when we restrain him and tease him?"

M. responded, "You seem to understand what we're up to. This is going to be a lot of fun. Now lets smoke some reefer, drink a little wine and enjoy our dinner." 

Although I cooked and served, the warm up and dinner itself almost had me forgetting the humiliating nature of the situation. We smoked, drank and ate together and much of the conversation was typical of that with any first time visitor: monkeys, rain, birds, the beach. But after we finished dessert and M. was feeling the wine and pot, it was obvious that sex again was foremost in everyone's mind. 

Emma reached over and casually stroked the erect nipple presented by her hostess. M. slid a hand to her crotch, rubbing gently, and said, "Come here, little man, and stand between us." I did as directed and each of them began to play the fingers of one hand lightly across my swollen balls while they touched each other with slow playful strokes. After a few moments, they each lost interest in me and leaned across the chair arms to embrace and kiss. And they continued until both of them were panting.

M. said, "We can play with him tomorrow but I think tonight is just for us. Help me put him to bed in the other room so we can play without worrying about what perverted things he may be trying to do."

"Putting me to bed in the other room" was a new concept but one that M. had given some thought to. When I pulled down the Murphy bed, I could see wrist cuffs already attached to the headboard. "Lie down on the bed and raise your arms over your head," said M. as she and Emma reached to attach a cuff to each of my wrists. When she was satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, M. told me to raise my legs as high as I could.

"Does he always comply with your commands like this?" Emma asked. 

"Most of the time, because he knows if he is a good boy he will get to cum again sometime, but, if not, who knows."

Then M. opened a drawer a pulled out a bottle of lube. When she began to rub it around what she made me call "my man pussy," I moaned and rolled slightly side-to-side. SMACK. "Don't you move until I'm done here." I felt one and then two fingers inserted and swirled around and I let out a louder moan.

"He appears to like that," Emma said. To which M. replied, "Wait just a moment until he gets his surprise for the night." I felt the tip of something at the lubed up entrance to my sex and then a large dildo was pushed way inside of me, prompting an involuntary "Oh! Yes!" to escape my lips. But that wasn't the surprise; it came a moment later when M. raised a rubber bulb connected to a tube into my line of sight. 

She squeezed the bulb once and I felt the plug in my sex expand. Then three quick squeezes and I was overwhelmed with the stretching of my tight hole. It hurt but I wanted it to continue. I guess my wishes do get fulfilled because at that moment, M. said, "That should keep him aroused for us through the night," and the two of them left the room and turned out the light. I slept restlessly.

The next morning I was awakened by the scent of M. as she lowered herself onto my face. My tongue responded as trained. While I licked her to a morning orgasm, she spoke slowly and loudly, so I could clearly hear her, as could anyone else on our property. "I hope I don't have to reassure that you are and will always be my one true love. I hope this week advances the evolving meaning of our relationship. I love you. Oh yes!!!"

Then, as she came down, "I'm going to remove the inflatable butt plug in a moment. I know you have been enjoying it a little too much. After your morning rituals, I want you to do two enemas. When you are thoroughly clean, insert the new plug waiting for you in the bathroom. I think Emma needs me."

She deflated the plug and pulled it out, leaving me with an empty feeling even as her cock swelled out of the ventilation slits. All of this meant only one thing—I was going to be fucking in the only way I had to look forward to.

The two of them were lying out by the pool while I was attempting to get some things done in the house. M. told me to bring them each a glass of juice. I poured two large glasses of mango nectar over ice, set them on a tray and carried them to the terrace. Of course I was in my usual home lack of attire, wearing only my cage and the huge but unseen metal plug I had found, as promised. The narrow part was as fat as the inflated plug last night and the head took forever to work in. It hurt but was still stimulating as my new form of masturbation—inserting objects into my man pussy. 

M. and Emma were relaxing on lounges in the mid-morning sun. Having set up the chairs and side table for them and watched them come out of the house, I knew they each wore a tiny thong—new to me so probably a gift from Ms. Emma—and nothing else. After last night, it was hard to imagine any modesty left between the two of them, so I suspected the minimal coverage was intended as more of an enhancement of their ripe sexuality toward each other and a tool for their teasing of me. 

Once they had relaxed on the lounges, I went about my work, hoping the mundane tasks would ease the pressure from my cage. I basically forced myself to ignore them until I was summoned. I didn't need to glance their way to see the image of my love and her lover almost nude, including the observation that M., who normally kept herself trimmed was now completely smooth for the first time. The thongs were tiny and sheer enough to notice that. Her cock filled the cage to its maximum with that vision.

When I came out with the juice, I stepped between the lounges to place the glasses on the small table between them. As I bent to set the glasses down Emma reached up and very lightly stroked a purple fingernail from the top of my butt cheek toward the center and down to my upper thigh. Involuntarily, I moaned and slightly thrust my ass toward her finger.

"You were absolutely right M. He is obviously a complete anal slut. Did you see how his body begged to be fucked?" asked Emma.

"Well, that isn't complete yet. There's a little more training involved to get to where we want to be."

"Where is that?"

"It's that place that 'he' cums only with anal penetration and no stimulation of that locked-up boy clit. Where we could unlock him and fuck my cock senseless, stroke him for hours, take turns sucking and licking him, and he would only cum when we filled his ass with something big and hard. Right now you can see what he does to himself when I let him, a giant steel plug to make sure his pussy is ready for all takers."

"You said 'We.' If it's not an inappropriate question, how does he feel about that and us casually discussing it in his presence."

M. said, "First look at my cock straining to get bigger in its prison. See it pulse and try to swell. That's the first sign he is turned on sexually. Even in the cage, the reaction is noticeable. Right now there is no telling exactly what's going through his mind without asking, but our toplessness and this sex talk, not to mention your stroke down his stuffed ass, have both of his brains focused."

"One of the ways I got him this far, after he basically asked for it, was just to keep him naked and watch what caused him to get hard. With talk, a man can deny anything, but an engorged cock doesn't lie; just identify the immediate stimulation and you know what turns him on. And, of course, there is a certain degree of pre-existing submissiveness that will cause him to get aroused even by things he finds intellectually repulsive."

Through this I stood casually between them. We don't practice routine BDSM discipline, so I only have to assume postures when ordered. My inability to touch myself or get hard seems to be enough continuous control for M. It is extremely humiliating to be discussed like a piece of meat but M. knew from her "tests" that I craved such humiliation in the presence of other people.

"One interesting revelation happened when I had him tied to the bed but free of his cage," M said. "I brought him to the edge 8 or 10 times without orgasm. Then after he calmed down again, I began talking to him about specific sexual scenarios and possible acts of submission. I already knew he wanted to be humiliated in front of another woman or group of women. I brought up the extension of that idea to mixed groups of dominant women and their subs. My cock was already hard but I saw it swell and pulsate, so I suggested that someday he would beg to suck on live flesh. The cock engorged even more, he moaned and began humping the air."

"So you can understand how he reacted to your touch a moment ago. You were near his most erogenous zone in his current predicament and his body wanted more."

"Ask him what he wants from you," M suggested.

Emma turned slightly on her side, first looking at M's imprisoned cock, then raising her head to look me directly in the eye. "Well at this point there is little left to the imagination," she said, "but tell me any fantasies you have about me."

I looked at M. and she told me to speak freely as long as "you don't embarrass me with some macho threesome bullshit."

I took a breath and said, "Ms. Emma, my fantasy and my desire are the same; I want to provide pleasure to you while you stay with us."

"Isn't that a little dangerous for you without knowing what gives me pleasure?" she asked.

"No, Ms., M. will always look after me and, if she wants or allows something to happen, it will be good for me."

"Is there anything you would say 'I hope that happens' about?"

With M.'s smiling glance telling me I was on safe-ground for now, I said, "Ms. Emma, I really hope to have an opportunity to use my tongue to bring you a great deal of pleasure."

M. sat forward, leaned across and pulled down Ms. Emma's thong, revealing thick, full lips that glistened in the sun from their accumulated moisture. Emma didn't flinch, rather, she sensuously spread her legs wider, displaying her entrance to heaven, and smiled broadly. M. said, "I told her how talented your tongue has become and, by the looks of it, she's ready. Why don't you show her?"

Emma pulled her tiny thong the rest of the way off and scooted down on the lounge so that her legs dangled over each side and her heavenly center was fully exposed. I quickly threw a towel on the deck at the foot of the lounger and knelt, staring fixedly at the full, smooth, glistening labia that were waiting for my attention.

I glanced at M. and she nodded almost imperceptibly my signal to proceed. I leaned forward and kissed the inside of Emma's thigh, then again higher up, slowly repeating until my face was inches from its goal. I glazed the tip of my tongue up one silky lip and down the other. I blew warm breath at the spot where her clit was peeking out from its hood. Then I extended my tongue and licked her slit deeply from bottom to top. That drew a moan and a small pelvic thrust, indicating I was on the right track. 

M. said, "Be sure to tell him what you like. He listens and takes direction very well, or else."

Emma's pussy was almost gushing. I started to fuck her with my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could. Her hips began to move slightly in rhythm with my thrusts. She choked out, "lick your finger, then rub my asshole with it."

I wet my middle finger in my mouth and then slipped it around to her other orifice, finding more than enough lubrication had run down from her now gaping lips. I dove back in with my tongue extended as I swirled my finger tip around her rosebud and then gently pushed it into her tight hole. It felt as if my finger was then sucked in as far as it would go.

Juices were gushing on my tongue and face and she began to move on my finger, encouraging me to fuck her ass with my finger in rhythm with my tongue in her pussy. She groaned very loudly and all of a sudden my face was covered in her warm discharge and she was writhing against my tongue and finger. M. pulled Emma's hand away from the back of my head and leaned in for a long kiss as she pushed my drenched face back from its moment of stimulating her lover.

"Is that what they call a 'squirter,'" asked M., looking down at me and then at Emma's glistening mound. 

"Yeah, I guess so; but that was extra intense," Emma replied. "Is that your training?"

M. just smiled and signaled for me to move away as she said, "Don't wash your face. We want you to enjoy your pleasure as long as possible." Then she stretched out on the same lounge as the momentarily sated Emma. And I, taking the cue to find somewhere else to be, went back inside. 

I heard Emma say, "Muchas gracias. Seriously, how did he learn to do that? If it's training I want to send Jack right away." 

M. replied, "It is training but you do it yourself at home. Can you get him locked up?" That's where to start...."

Despite the excitement of my first taste of new pussy, I found myself thinking that M. was pleased because Emma was satisfied. The thrill for me in getting another woman off was twofold: M. would be pleased and that helps me get closer to an orgasm; and, it was like an exam of my progress in submission and I passed.

The sensations from the giant steel plug had not diminished. It's difficult to say I got hornier than I had been for weeks but it felt like a new plateau. This was no longer a "game" between M. and me but had become who we are to our visitor. That thought sent me further down the path and I felt a need to calm myself in preparation for possible afternoon fantasy fulfillment.



The Visitor Ch. 01



I lay in bed waiting for her to arrive. Every night I would lay there waiting in the dark to hear the telltale squeak of her door up the hall. If she did come, it was always at the same time. I felt my heart beat faster as I watched the clock count down, I was already hard. So hard it almost hurt. I was completely naked under the covers, it was cold, but soon that would not be an problem. She was always so warm. I reached down and took my hardness in my hand. It was difficult not to cum right then, knowing what might happen soon. As I lay there touching myself I thought of the smell of her hair, of the touch of her skin, the warmth of her hands.

Right on midnight I heard the squeak. I completely froze with shock and anticipation. Even though I knew it might be coming, there was always a part of me that thought it wouldn't happen again. I could barely hear the footsteps coming down the corridor carpet toward my room. They stopped outside my door. The handle slowly turned, and the door swung silently open.

Her silhouette was barely visible as she quickly and quietly entered and closed the door behind her. She crossed the room towards my bed and stopped, pulling off her large sleeping shirt. I could barely see her as she delicately removed her panties down her athletic legs, just wisps of hair visible on her beautiful mound, and a slight glisten as what little light there was caught her visible wetness. She must have been just as excited as I was.

She stood there for only a second, but it seemed like an eternity. I strained against the darkness to make out her beautiful form, smallish breasts, long blond hair tied back for sleeping, I pulled back the corner of the blanket, inviting her into my bed. and without a word she slid under the covers beside me.

We lay there on our sides, facing each other in complete silence. There was no sound except for both of us breaths panting in anticipation. Our bodies not even touching, It was almost like a game, which of us could hold off the longest. I always lost. I slowly moved my hand to her shoulder, the touch of her soft warm skin was electric. I gently ran my fingers down the edge of her body, past her breast, over the curve of her hips, her breath quickening, down her leg almost the her knee. Then moving my hand to the inside of her leg, beginning to move slowly up her smooth thigh until I touched her wetness. she gasped, and parted her legs just a little. She moved her hand to my chest, and her lips to mine, we kissed as I gently stroked, then started to explore the moist folds between her legs, she made whimpering sounds into my mouth as I touched her. Her hand slid down my body, until she had my hardness in her grip, and began to stroke me. Our tongues intertwined as we gently touched each others most sensitive places.

Our kiss broke, and I moved my lips down her neck. Kissing my way down her collar and chest to her soft breasts, and took her nipple in my mouth, and as I did, I slid my now very wet finger slowly into her. She let out a long muffled sigh, she always tried to keep quiet, we didn't want anyone to hear us, that would be the end of everything. her hand had left my shaft, but I didn't care. my lips moved to her other nipple, the pink firmness in my mouth was the most exquisite thing I had ever tasted. I had spent all day dreaming of this taste, this moment, and the moment that always followed. She became more and more animated, thrusting against my hand, pulling my head into her chest, panting and gasping. I knew what was about to happen. At least I thought I did...

she jumped up before she came, surprising me. She pushed on my shoulders until I was on my back and she was above me, she swung her leg over and straddled me, then lay flat on top of me, face to face, mouth to mouth. It was unexpected, but not too shocked to stop my hands from sliding down her back to her firm behind, I could feel her moist folds against the head of my shaft. She pushed slightly up on her hands, looked me in the eye, and slowly slid me into her. I almost exploded right then. She brought herself back down on top of me, our mouths meeting again. my hands grasped her firm behind, and we began to move. Slowly at first. Our kiss broke and she buried her face in my neck and began to rock faster, my whole body felt electric as began to thrust into her, my hands helping the movement, I kept the movement slow for as long as I could, I wanted this exquisite moment to last as long as possible, but my desire, and hers, wouldn't allow that forever, and soon I needed more. I moved faster and faster, her moans getting louder and louder, until with one last thrust my whole body shook, she let out a squeal of pleasure and gripped me tight as we came together, and we both collapsed. 

we lay there for some time, panting, enjoying the moment. She lifted her head from my neck and rested her forehead against mine. We kissed again. She looked me in the eye, and for the first time in all our encounters, she said something.

"I love you"

I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe she had said it. But at the same time, I know it was completely true, and I knew I felt the same. 

"I love you" I said back to her. and despite the darkness I could see a beautiful wide smile break across her face, I think she had been worried that I didn't feel the same for her as she did for me. She kissed me deeply and squeezed me tighter than ever before, with more meaning than ever before. She got out of my bed, still moist from our energetic love. She pulled on her panties and sleeping shirt, gave me one last look back, with a giant smile across her face, opened the door and left. 

I lay there shocked as I tried to listen to the almost silent footsteps going back to her room, but the sound of my heart beating in my ears was too loud to hear anything, even the squeak of her closing door.

I couldn't believe what she had said to me. I couldn't believe I has said it back! But I knew then that it was true. I did love her, more that that, I was completely in love with her. I was in love with my sister. 

I just didn't know which one...



The Visitor Ch. 02



Mark looked at the long row in front of him and sighed audibly. This was the most inefficient way to do things, he thought with irritation, and he could increase their productivity in a heartbeat.

"Hey, man," Tsotsi called out with a grin, a few yards ahead of him,"This is your third day, you don't have any more excuses to fall back behind the women." He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his dark brown skinned body and into the waistband of his cut off jeans.

A couple of the women looked back at him and giggled, and then went back to hoeing.

Leaning against his hoe, Tsotsi straightened up.

Mark couldn't help noticing the bulge in the front of the shorts. Damn, what was happening to him?

"Look, Tsotsi," he called back hurriedly, "We gotta talk about this."

Tsotsi walked back, "You know we have to get this done before we can put in the seeds, right? And all that needs to be done by the end of the week. We can't keep chatting every five minutes."

"You know machines can do all of that in a day, right?" Mark looked at Tsotsi, "No back breaking hoeing. No blisters...". He looked at his bandaged hands ruefully.

Tsotsi shook his head, "We had to have this conversation at some point, I guess. How you lasted this long, I don't know."

"Well, I thought this farming thing was some sort of exercise to get the blood flowing. But it looks like you do this for real. It totally is inefficient."

"So why are you here, Mr. Efficient?" Tsotsi grinned fondly at him, "You were really efficient back in New York, right?"

"What do you mean?" Mark was defensive.

"In your rush to be efficient, you became really inefficient, didn't you? In the last couple of days, haven't you had the best sleep in years?"

"The best, yes, I am so beat I can barely stay awake after 10," Mark said quietly, thinking of the 20 hour days he had put in many weeks, "But ..."

"But nothing, boss," Tsotsi said, walking back to his spot, "Tell me your sex drive hasn't picked up either. You have better orgasms too, yeah? This may not be efficient as a process, but you are happier."

"Ah, man!" Mark hadn't gotten used to this frank talk. He also saw one of the women - Thulani - look back at him with a saucy look. She straightened up and her wrap slipped a bit. She turned, and looked at him, loosening the wrap and pushed her chest out at him. She retied the wrap, but not before he saw her dark nipples peek at him through the beads. She had firm breasts that were hard to ignore, tight - and as saucy as she often herself was.

The damn tease, he thought as the women giggled at him again, aware of the tightness in his pants.

He picked up the hoe again and kept digging, a little quicker this time.

****

As it turned out, that day was shorter than the others because Tsotsi sent everyone back to the huts in the early afternoon after they had lunch under a tree.

The girls - there were four of them, beautifully sexual - had sat with the two men, and eaten with them, but scarcely said a word. They didn't need to say much, though. They would each make eye contact shyly with him, and then would look away. Thulani was more forward with her flirting, once licking her lip as she looked at him and then making sure her thigh touched his. If Tsotsi noticed, he was playing mum and was ignoring them.

Right after lunch, he sent all back, saying something about a dance that night, that they needed to rest up because it would be a longer night than usual. It was obvious that this was no surprise to the girls as they looked at each other with a knowing smile. They got up and filed down the path back to the huts.

"A dance?" Mark had asked, looking at Tsotsi quizzically. Was this related to the "healing" that Tsotsi had talked about in the morning?

"A dance," he'd responded with smile that told Mark he was not going get more out of him. He sighed with barely concealed frustration and walked after the women. These past few days had been filled with the stupor of culture shock and jet lag, but the complete relaxation had pulled him out of that, and now he needed them to get on with the program.

Tribal dances and field work were not part of his idea of therapy.

He was relaxed alright, but he could have done this by a beach. When he got back to new York, he would have something to say to Marilyn.

As he walked by Jennifer's hut, his heart nearly stopped and all his anger vanished. Through the open gate, he saw bare legs, tanned and very inviting, in the shadows of the porch. She wouldn't be naked during the day, would she? Damn, between Jennifer and Thulani, he would be stroking all the time. And it looked like he would get something more eventually from one of them.

But first he really needed to talk to this South African chick and correct her impression of him from the last encounter.

With his breath quickening, he walked into his yard space and looked over the fence.

"Fucking hell...", he whispered under his breath.

Jennifer was indeed naked, sitting on a cushion on the porch and legs splayed wide in front of her. She was squeezing her heavy breasts, crushing her nipples, with one hand and playing with her clit with the other. Accompanied by low, gluttural moans. Her eyes closed, her long red hair tussled, she was rubbing and squeezing with increasing intensity. Her pussy was completely shaved, and he could clearly see the plump, inviting lips. Her juices were glistening between the lips, and she would briskly pull up more up to her clit.

Mark gasped at the raw eroticism of what he was seeing and almost immediately reached for his groin over the shorts. His cock, already tumescent from watching Thulani and the girls, had sprung to life.

And then, he stepped back in even greater shock.

From behind Jennifer, a pair of darker hands took over massaging her breasts. She immediately opened her eyes in shock and looked up and behind her, and then a beautiful smile crossed her face. She reached up and pulled down the person, kissing fervently.

It was a Swazi woman, someone older he had seen from time to time. She had beautifully bead-braided hair and she was obviously very fond of Jennifer from the look on her face. The two of kissed long and hard, their hands playing with each other. Then the Swazi woman loosened her wrap to reveal small perky breasts with large aureoles, and long, hard nipples. She slipped out of her black panties and straddled Jennifer's head, and now Mark was facing her butt but he could just make out that her pussy was being vigorously licked by Jennifer. In response, the woman arched her back in pleasure, her one hand in Jennifer's red hair and the other twisting her own nipples. Jennifer clutched one of the other woman's butt cheeks and the woman gyrated her pelvis in rhythm to the hungry licking. Jennifer's hand was playing with her pussy just as hard, now digging deeper into her pussy.

With another gluttural moan, Jennifer pulled up her legs, and her pelvis started to lunge upward in short, rapid moves.Her hand was fluttering faster on her clit, wet cum glistening on her fingers in the shadows. With a cry, she started to orgasm and in a few seconds she was in the throes of pleasure. Mark could swear that he saw her nipples harden even more than before as she moaned and licked the woman. Her hand slowly stopped the rubbing.

The other woman then sat behind Jennifer, and she started to massage the white woman's breasts, her long brown fingers expertly touching her. Jennifer lay back against her breasts and kissed the woman, her own hands playing again with her pussy. The woman slowly took hold of the cum covered hand and guided it to her mouth. For a few minutes, she sucked on Jennifer's fingers, eyes closed, and her other hand still on Jennifer's breast. She then gently, fondly, guided Jennifer back to her pussy. Brown hand on white, they gently massaged the pussy that had just exploded in multiple orgasms.

Mark loosened his shorts and it fell around his ankles. His cock sprang out through his boxers and he groaned with relief and pleasure as he massaged it. He looked at the large head on his cock, the slit glistening on the shiny surface, and he stroked his cock.

"Hey, neighbor!" he was startled to hear Jennifer's throaty voice, heavy with lust, call out to him. He looked at her, and both women were smiling, still tight in their intimate hold, "Come over and party for a bit..."

He had no idea how he jumped the fence, but he did just that. His balls were loose and his cock heavy and loaded as he went toward the women, glad to see both of them enjoying his body, lust in both their eyes. Jennifer's mouth literally opened and she made a move toward his cock.

But he was past that. He needed a fuck, he wanted to fuck her pussy in particular. He pushed her down, to make her lie down, and the Swazi woman, confused at first, slid back so that Jennifer's head rested on her lap. She had both her hands on Jennifer's breasts, massaging but also almost protective.

He pushed apart Jennifer's legs and guided his cock head up and down the pussy slit, wetting the head. He then roughly pushed into pussy, the large head disappearing into warm flesh.

As Jennifer moaned and thrust back at him, he rammed into her hard and then kept hammering her with long, deep strokes. He looked down at her breasts, his hands on either side of her, enjoying her hard nipples. And then, with a couple of grunts he started to cum, semen bursting out of him as he buried himself deep into her. The pleasure drove him to keep thrusting, each thrust weaker than the last, and then, the last spurts all but ending, he collapsed to her side.

As he lay there panting, extreme fatigue hit him and his eyes started to close. Just as he was getting completely knocked out, he saw the Swazi woman crouch over Jennifer's pussy and lick up cum - his and her cum - lapping it up and swallowing it.

"Patience," he heard her whisper to Jennifer, "He has much to learn... like you had. But for now, I will take care of you..."

Mark blanked out and fell into a deep sleep. 



The Visitor Ch. 02



Needless to say Buddy, I was quite pleased with myself, for giving your Mother such an intense orgasm with just the tips of my fingers. 

Unlike you and your useless Father; I take great pleasure and pride in giving a woman sexual satisfaction. 

Man your Mommy was still trembling in my arms and gasping for breath after her orgasm. As I kissed the top of her of her head, I asked her, "Bunny do you like being finger fucked? Did you cum good?"

Maybe it was because of the self pleased tone of my voice. But for some unknown ungodly reason or other my questions! Must have sounded sarcastic to her and really pissed her off. 

Because she pulled away from me, as she stated angrily, "Go Screw Yourself, you egotistical Prick. What are you anyway, Just a fucking finger man."

Then your sweet loving Mommy sort of snorted, as she bitched loudly and angrily," I could've done that for myself! "" 

Then she let go of my cock and yanked my hand out of her panties and from between her legs. 

I was dumb founded for a minute! By your Mother's abrasive and insulting comments!

But I managed to regain my self composure. 

Then I started smirking at her, as I replied confidently, and playfully, "Don't worry about it, Bitch. I'm gonna bang your freaking brains Mommy, but first you're going to suck my cock while I fuck your face." 

Your Mother got a wild crazy look in her big black eyes. And the corners of her soft moist plump ruby red lips curled up into a sneering grin. 

Then she asked in her; cocky self confident sexy slutty sultry voice, "Do you think you're man enough to make me... suck your dick?"

I put my hands on her cheeks, as I brushed my lips a crossed hers. I whispered into her mouth," Get on your knees, you old cunt."

Your Mother stated bravely, "Go screw your self Stud. Make me! If you think; you're man enough! " 

As I put my hands on your Mother's shoulders. Your Mommy dropped to her knees. Like a ten dollar lot lizard standing between a couple of trailers. In the back of a truck stop parking lot.

Your Mother had a look of pure unadulterated animal lust in her big black shining eyes, as she glared upward at me and licked her lips. 

Then your sweet loving Mommy reached up and grabbed the top of my leisure pants, and yanked them down to my ankles. 

Your Mother's eyes got wider and they seemed to cross as she starred at the swollen purple head of the pulsing one eyed monster that I keep in my pants.

Then the old slut sucked in her breath and gasped as she said, "Stud I've only seen a dick this fucking big... in x rated videos." 

Christ Man, I was so freaking horny, that I trembling all over as I said, "Yea, yea bullshit, now suck it Bitch."

Your Mother was chuckling as she replied vulgarly, "Screw You Stud, make me...make me suck it! If you think you can." 

Then your Mommy dropped her head down giggling.

I reached down and grabbed a hand full of your Mother's hair with one hand as I took my dick in my other hand. Then I pulled her head back until she was looking up me, with her lips sucked into her tightly closed mouth.

Then I commanded sternly, "open your fucking mouth Bunny. " As I rubbed my dick back and forth across her closed lips. She was moving her head side to side trying to keep my dick away from her mouth.

But I could hear her chuckling to herself, through her tightly closed lips and her clinched teeth, as she moved her head around in little circles.

Then I commanded loudly again, with a slight chuckle in my own voice," open your fucking mouth Mommy." 

Your Mother bitched loudly, "Don't call me that, you fucking prick. I'm not your Mother! "

Then she darted her tongue out and flicked the tip of it back and forth across the pre-cum oozing head of my pecker a few times, causing me to groan uncontrollability, "Aaaaah, Ooooh God Bunny, suck it."

She wiggled her head around in my hand; until I let go of her hair. Then she began lapping her tongue up the under side of pecker, like a dog drinking water. 

Oh God Buddy, that felt so freaking good. I couldn't help myself and I began moaning," Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh."

Then she nipped the end of my pecker between her teeth and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the head of my pulsing peter causing me to begin pumping my hips, trying to drive my stiffen man meat into your Mother's mouth and down her throat.

She pulled her head back and looked up at me, with a big shit eating slutty grin on her face. 

Her big black eyes were now sparkling with lust, as she asked sarcastically in her self confident slutty sexy voice," If you want me to suck it, Lover Boy? Then you're going to have to... make me... do it."

I groaned, "Screw you! Open your fucking mouth," as I reached out and grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her face first towards my dick. 

Your Mother was laughing nastily as she puckered up, her Rudy red lips and kissed the end of my throbbing dong. 

Then she smiled as she looked up at me and stated firmly and authority," Listen carefully, Lover Boy. I love to suck cock. And I don't care if you're a little rough with me. I kind of like it rough. 

But not too fucking rough! Do you understand me?" 

Then your Mommy began enthusiastically slobbering, sloppy wet kisses and spitting all over the fat mushroom head of my pecker. 

Then she grabbed my balls and squeezed them as she sucked the head of my cock into her warm moist mouth. 

Good Christ Buddy, It felt sooo fucking good to finally have my dick in your Mother's mouth. That I could hardly breathe. Then she began swirling her tongue around the fat dark red swollen head of my throbbing beast. 

While your Mother was expertly sucking my dick, she began stroking my swollen shaft with one hand and manipulated my balls in her other hand.

I watched her cheeks cave in. As she completely engulfed the enlarged dark red purplish colored head of my man meat in her mouth. Then your Mommy began sucking on my pulsing pecker, like her life depended on it. 

Oh Good God Pal. I could tell your Mommy was truly enjoying herself as much as I was, while she sucked my dick... 

Because she was making these low soft purring sounds," mmm, mmm, mmm," deep in her throat as her head bobbed up and down on my hard throbbing dick. 

Then she took her hand off my pecker and reached down. And slipped it between her thighs and started playing with her twat. 

Oh Good God Man, your Mommy was rapidly bobbing her head up and down on my dong mumbling muttering" mmm, mmm, mmm," as she greedily sucked, and gulped on my swollen dick like it was a big red cherry flavored popsicle.

I put my hands around the back of her head and started pumping my pulsing man meat in and out of your Mommy's hot wet mouth, while she lovingly and greedily sucked and slurped on my hard fat cock and caressed my sperm filled aching balls. 

I was starting to loose it, as I asked her," Bunny how much of my cock can you get in your mouth? I want to fuck your face!"

Your Mommy pulled her mouth off my cock, but she was still playing with her cunt as she said, "I don't know? I'll take as much of it in my mouth as I can."

She paused for a moment then she said," But don't try to force it down my throat..."

Then your sweet loving Mommy sucked my thick dick into her mouth until the head of my cock was at the back of her mouth. 

Then she started bobbing her head up and down on dick, causing herself to gulp and gag on it a little as the tip of my dick when into her throat. 

Holy Shit Buddy, your loving Mommy was giving me the best wettest blow job of my life.

Man my dick was almost all the way into your Mother's sucking mouth and my short hairs were tickling the tip of her nose. 

My cock was so far into your Mother's mouth. That the big round mushroom head of my pecker was starting to go down her throat, causing her to gag, and drool on it every now and then. 

Pal my dick was far in your Mommy's mouth. That my balls were slapping against your Mother's chin, as I wildly fucked her face. 

Oh Good God Pal, your Mother was gagging loudly and drooling all over my throbbing peter. 

But she didn't seem to care... Because she just kept playing with her twat and sucking on my pulsing pecker. 

Buddy your Mommy's salvia was running out the corners of her mouth down the insides of my thighs as she greedily gulped and gagged herself on my hard dick. 

But Pal I was so fucking excited. I couldn't help myself! I put my hands on the back of your Mother's head and pulled her face into my groan, unconsciously driving my dick way down her throat. 

Your Mother, was gulping, gagging and drooling on my pecker, as she pressed her hands against my thighs trying to push her head back and get the end of my throbbing dick out of her throat! 

I guess I came to my senses, because I let go of the back of her head.

As she pulled her head off my dick, I could see that she had tears in her red blood shot eyes; and her black eye makeup was smeared all over her face making her look like a freaking raccoon. 

Her Rudy red lipstick was smeared all around her mouth like clown makeup. And there were long strings of saliva running out her mouth to the end of my dick, and my cock was covered with her dark red lipstick. 

Your Mommy looked up at me with her red watery eyes as said sternly," Not so fucking rough."

Then she went back to work on my cock; sucking on it like a baby hungrily suckling on it's Mother's tit.

I was so close to coming. I couldn't take it any longer. I began shuttering and shaking as I felt the rumbling beginning to start began deep in my tight swollen nuts. 

Without thinking, I put my hands back behind your Mother's head again and pulled her face first into my groan again. I pulled her so close to me, that your Mommies' nose was buried in my short curly pubic hairs.

The head of my dick was jammed haft way down your Mother's throat, as I started erupting, spurting my sperm, out of my balls, up the shaft of my cock, out the head of my dick, sending my load of warm creamy white jizz, down your Mother's throat. 

Oh Man your Mother was gagging and gulping moving around wildly trying to get my pulsing ejaculating dick out of her throat. 

But I was so far gone, in my intense, earth shaking, mind blowing orgasm, that her struggles were only exciting me more and more. 

What can I say man? I was coming and that's all I cared about, at the moment. 

But Boy, Oh Boy did, I ever cum. I came so fucking hard. It felt like my balls were exploding as I shoot gob after gob of my thick warm creamy white sperm down your Mother's throat.

Christ Man, I came so fucking good and hard, that my knees were getting weak and starting to buckle.

I was so completely drained and exhausted, that I had to put my arms out with my hands against the wall to hold myself up. 

Buddy I was so wiped out from my orgasm, that I couldn't hold my head up either. So I dropped my head down until it was hanging between my arms. While I tried to catch my breath and get my strength back... 

Meanwhile, your Mommy was still, on her knees, gagging and choking as she tried to catch her own breath and swallow the rest of my sperm. 

But I was too exhausted to hear her sounds of distress.

Somehow or other she managed to get to her feet and stand up between us. 

When she finally got to her feet, she gabbed a large handful of my hair and roughly yanked my head to the side and smashed her lips violently against mine.

She pressed her lips so firmly and forcefully against mine. That she cut my upper lip against my teeth and I could taste my blood in my mouth. But I didn't care!

Then I felt her tongue pushing between my lips, and against my teeth. I instinctively opened my mouth wider to let her slid her tongue into my mouth. 

As your horny angry Mother shoved her tongue into my mouth; my hands went right down over her firm spongy ass cheeks, and I pulled her against me.

Oh Man your Mommy was kissing me passionately, wildly moving her head around in a small tight circle against my lips. With her tongue, haft way down my throat. 

I could feel her warm trembling body against me as she ground her hips round and round grinding her pelvis against mine, causing my dick to stiffen once again. 

Oh Man I wanted to fuck your Mother so freaking bad. She was driving me crazy with an unbelievable unbearable sexual need, that I didn't know that I had, and she knew it.

Then your Mommy pulled her lips off mine and spit, in my still opened bleeding mouth, as she asked Angrily," How does your cock and cum taste, you fucking bastard? I told you not so rough!"

Then the old Bitch gabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, pulled it up and wiped her mouth and face on it; smearing her dark ruby red lipstick black eye makeup drool, and the remains of my sperm all over my tee shirt.

End of part two

Well folks I hope you all enjoyed reading part two of my story, 

          The Visitor

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BigCarl/The Dirty Old Man



The Visitor Ch. 02



Later that afternoon I found myself securely spread-eagled face-down on our bed with my mid-section raised by three pillows. As the two of them were tying me down, M. asked Emma if she wouldn't mind removing the giant steel butt plug.

"Won't he feel empty and denied if we take that pleasure away from him," Emma asked. "You need for him to get something out of all of this to keep it going, don't you?"

I felt her hands exploring and suddenly, like a rush of cold air, a very empty feeling. It's amazing what the body can accept in order to further a sexual fantasy. I groaned, "Please stuff my empty hole. My pussy needs cock." Uh, oh.

"Can you see that he's just gotten a lot of what he needs in the form of complete humiliation? The slut boy is in the house," said M. Then someone put a blindfold over my eyes. I could hear a squishy sound and some giggling; then fingertips rubbed my gaping hole with lube.

Something fairly large and unfamiliar was quickly inserted. More giggling and the butt plug started to grow. I had bought the inflatable plug long ago and we had never tried it. Now it was about as large as the giant steel butt plug. I felt it surge larger two more times.

I was filled up again. Beyond full; stretched to the limit; painful but turning to more arousal. Emma said, "It was so cute how your cock bucked in its little tube each time you squeezed the inflation bulb." "Of course," M. replied, "more of what keeps him submitting." Then they left the room. 

Its not like I could possibly hide anything from M., but I had just begged my mistress AND her beautiful lover to fuck me in the ass. Not simply, "I enjoy anal play;" but, "Give me cock." I had never been turned on by the fantasy of physical love with a man. At the same time, anything nasty that M. could persuade me to do added to the depth of my submission and pushed me further. I didn't have to think about a man back there to enjoy the sensation of being fucked.

Then, no analysis. I simply reveled in my status as a passive recipient. The sensations from my pussy kept her cock (my clit) fully stimulated, and me wanting more. The pressure of the cage, the fullness behind and the constant tickle against my P spot had me at that point of continuous explosive readiness.

But no way to get there.

Through my reverie, I was aware of the two sweet voices talking in another room, the splashing and playing in the pool and the sighs and moans which eventually wafted from the terrace loungers. Those sounds faded in and out of my consciousness until I heard both voices coming closer.

I felt weight and movement on the bed around me but little sound at that point. Someone removed my blindfold. M. and Emma were kneeling on either side of my head. My mistress was naked with a big black and white marbled strap-on which she had not used before. On the other side, Emma knelt in her own naked glory, displaying a huge and very realistic dark brown cock with bulging veins. I was not computing size; it was more of a "what have I asked for" moment.

Only a moment because, before either of them spoke, I pleaded, "Please fuck me." They both laughed out loud as they moved around behind me. Suddenly the inflated plug deflated and was quickly removed. Then, without prompting, I wailed, "Someone fuck me now."

An instant later, Emma was directly in front of me. "I get to start here so I can watch how much you love getting fucked," she said. "I can also see you drooling at the thought of sucking my big black cock." She pushed her hips forward as I looked up past her luscious breasts to see the sly smile on her face. 

As the tip of her cock brushed my lips, I began to lick it. M. said, "C'mon, baby, you know how much you want to suck that cock until it explodes in your mouth." 

I licked the brown balls dangling below the rigid tool and then stroked with my tongue to the tip. I was trying to focus on what felt good on my clit. I swirled the tip with my lips and then sucked in a good four inches, pumping it with my cheeks.

When I felt the tip of M's marbled monster touch the puckered hole of my man-pussy, I jumped and sucked down another two inches of brown cock. M. pushed through; I moaned loudly around the cock that I had almost deep-throated and Emma hissed "OMG. This is hotter than I ever imagined. Do I get to try both ends?"

"Whatever you want, lover," M. replied. At that instant she bucked forward, giving me all she had. That pressed on my P-spot and I lurched in my restraints, feeling like the plastic cage was about to explode. No such luck. The two mistresses began to pump in rhythm. As M. filled me from behind, forcing my body forward, the cock I was sucking pushed further down my throat. Then each withdrew slightly only to slam back with greater force. 

That seemed to go on forever and I was not about to ask for it to stop. I heard M. begin to moan as she pumped into me harder and faster. Her dildo went both directions, so I knew the harder she fucked me the more stimulation she got. Her moans got louder and more frequent until it sounded like she was gasping for breath, "Uhh! Uuh! Uuuuuh!!"

Then her voice turned to a low hiss, "Oh, yes," a few more deep thrusts, a stifled scream and suddenly I was empty on both ends. My mouth was drooling and the sucking continued involuntarily, rewarded only with gulps of air. My man-pussy also felt like it continued to spasm around the emptiness. 

M. said, "Just what I needed and you heard him beg for it. We call that win/win—I get an orgasm and he gets denied again. Now trade places so you can see his pussy begging for more."

Emma's brown, veiny cock slipped right in and she drove it balls deep in one thrust. She pulled back and began to fuck me with long, hard and fast strokes. My clit throbbed more with each stroke. She must have been very hot from fucking my mouth because after a very few minutes she let out a piercing scream, "Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." She rocked backwards again, leaving my pussy gasping while my little clit swelled out of the ventilation slots in its cage.

M. stroked my head lovingly and leaned in close to ask, "Did my little boy get what he wanted?"

"Oh, yes, mistress, haven't I been very good?'

"Yes dear you have, but what is your point? I hope you're not about to ask to cum now. That would just spoil everything. And you know you always get to come when the time is exactly perfect for you. You wouldn't want to risk it being the wrong time."

"No, ma'am. I just thought each of you had very much pleasure just now, and so..."

"Don't try to tell me that wasn't all for you. Emma and I do everything we can to create a beautiful afternoon for you and you want MORE?"

"How much more pleasure could you stand? And you know that without your cage it would just be an empty, meaningless squirt, with all of the mess. All I'm trying to do is make it much easier for you to cum pleasurably, just in a way that pleases me too. Are you giving up on me?"

I replied, "No, ma'am. I want what you want."

"Tell me again what that is, so Emma understands your needs too."

Taking a deep breath, I said, "I want to cum when you fuck me while my useless clit is locked up tight. That is the most pleasure I could imagine and what I strive for."

"Good boy. But what about Emma fucking you; do you want to come then?"

"Yes, Mistress. If that pleases you as well I would love it."

And M. added, without caring about my response, "You know it would please me to see you eventually cum every time you get fucked no matter who is slamming your sissy cunt. I want you responding to the sensations regardless of who the person might be."

"Yes mistress," I sighed, grasping the implications of her position, now stated to another person. 

A few minutes later they freed me from restraint. Emma first noticed and commented on the puddle on the towel under me, "So did he cum then?"

"No," M replied, "that's just ejaculate he couldn't really feel, or just something like a 'dribbly pee,' he told me. It happened when our pounding massaged his prostate."

Then I was alone, with instructions to rest a few minutes, clean up and then start on dinner. In the kitchen, Emma handed me a frilly apron that I had not seen before. More surprises. I put it on, smoothed it down the front and twirled for them, as I had been instructed to do any time I was offered clothing.






The next day, M. and Emma went to the beach while I stayed home and cleaned. Before they left, they made sure to model their very skimpy bikinis for me. I had never seen M. in anything quite like hers. Neither suit was a thong, bowing to some sense of propriety in our area. The bottoms had only tiny little V-patches of very thin material in front. Their smooth labia were clearly outlined by the thin patches of fabric. The tops were strips of cloth offering only nipple coverage. If the desired effect on me was more straining against plastic and the resultant frustrated desire, it worked. Anyone on our relatively deserted beach would certainly enjoy the display. They never talked about the day.

When they got home from the beach, they told me we were all going out for dinner and music that night. 






A couple of places in our area have live music one night per week. That night we were headed to hear a blues band and eat some Mexican food. I wore shorts and a tropical shirt. My chastity device was generally not noticeable under my clothes. M. was not likely to out my situation in our little community, but as she got more into her control of me, there was no telling what she might do.

M. and Emma were again flaunting it a little. M. wore a cotton sundress that she had previously declared to be only a top. It was very short and was cut to a deep V in front and very low under the arms. Emma had dressed in a loose, silky, brightly-printed tank top that draped enticingly across her breasts and let her nipples stand out proudly. Below, she had on a very short flared skirt.

Before we left the house, they each did a little dance to model their outfits. I could easily see that neither of them had anything on underneath. I wasn't sure if that was more teasing for me or a display of their intent to put on a little public show. M. was generally modest but I was seeing a different woman that week.

The margaritas were tasty and the fish tacos hit the spot perfectly. We finished dinner just as the band was warming up. The three of us stepped out on the beach and had a few hits, putting us in exactly the right frame of mind as the music started.

I danced a slow song with M. and she clung to me as if we were not engaged in a total power exchange. She pressed herself firmly against the hardness in my groin. That felt very good and reminded me how loved I was. M. and Emma danced a couple of faster songs with enough restraint so as not to show themselves off to all of the other 50 or so people in the place.

I had noticed two attractive younger women whom we did not know. They appeared to be 30 something, both blonde and I guessed them to be German. They were dancing together like friends just before the band break. M. and Emma spoke to them as they left the dance floor and all four women headed to the ladies room.

When the four of them came out, they approached our table, where I had been sitting. M. introduced me to Erin and Gina, who were vacationing from Germany. "Let's go outside with the shooter," M. said, "Our new friends need a little buzz."

We walked out on the beach again and I took a hit from the shooter, passing it to M. As it went around the circle of five, M. and Emma were hugging and fondling each other. Erin and Gina sometimes held hands. We probably had one or two hits more than we needed and everyone seemed looser and there was some definite giggling.

Gina asked, with German directness, "What is the relationship here. He is M.'s husband but M. is loving with Emma."

M. responded, to my surprise and humiliation, "He is my wimp husband. I keep him locked up in chastity so Emma and I can play, but he stays really horny for whatever he gets, which is almost nothing. He is very talented with his tongue and that is what keeps him involved in our playing."

I couldn't believe she had so casually disclosed my situation to almost complete strangers. They were grinning at me and I just wanted to crawl in a hole. Of course, at the same time I was increasingly aroused, swelling in my cage, as a result of the humiliation. M. knew.

Did she just say, "Come home with us and see for yourselves?"

Erin asked, "Does he have it on now?"

M. replied, "Yes. He wears it all of the time and I can guarantee that the humiliation from this conversation has him swollen and straining in his tight little tube. If you want to come up to the house for awhile, you'll get to see it, but that's not the main reason to come."

Then M. took the hands of our latest friends and pressed them against my groin. "Oh, its small and hard, like a shell," giggled Erin, as she squeezed. Gina added, "We have to see it."

"What is the main reason to come?" asked Gina.

"So we can all cum together but he can't," Emma said.






Our new German friends were quite striking, both with toned bodies, small breasts and long legs. As we entered the house and I removed all of my clothing, they did also. We found ourselves in the living room with Gina and Erin staring at my cage. M. and Emma ogled the younger women, who seemed happy for an excuse to display themselves.

Erin then turned, and with a sly smile on her face grabbed M. around the waist, pulled her close and began kissing her hard on the lips. M. looked a little stunned, but then, as Erin pulled back for a second, a broad smile crossed M.'s face and she pulled Erin back while letting one hand drop to caress Erin's smooth pussy.

I was still speechless when Gina took a step toward Emma, grabbed the hem of our visitor's wispy top and lifted it over Emma's head in one fluid motion. Emma dropped her skirt to the floor. Only M. remained clothed and Gina quickly remedied that.

Hand in hand, the four of them headed for the master bedroom. Erin turned and looked at me then whispered to M. Would I get an invitation to at least watch? M. said, "We have no use for tiny sissy clits tonight. Go to the other bedroom." They all turned to look at me, laughed, and practically danced off to the bedroom.






They weren't loud or I slept soundly. When I opened my eyes to daylight, Erin was leaning in the door frame watching me, still naked.

"M. says you are a good man and that you chose this for yourself. Is that true?"

"Yes, I'm a good man. As far as choosing, I clearly had a fetish for being put in chastity and some related fantasies. I don't chose the course of my sex life now."

"Ah, but you do," she retorted. "Obviously your chastity is a game you are playing with M. You have not surrendered control to her because you have it in your power to end it using a simple tool and with no physical risk."

She continued, "I know about these things. My husband waits in Germany with Gina's boyfriend. Both are locked. But for us it is no game. They are secured by steel."

"I am not critical of M.'s choices for you and herself but we have told her about how we live and she seemed interested. She actually got very wet. I'll let her tell you more about us when and how she decides. I know having a friend who has tried everything will help M. broaden her explorations of her power."

"Now," she said, "That is enough talk. Please use your skillful tongue to clean and please me." As she straddled my face, Gina walked in the room. A moment later as I began to worship the new offering above me, I felt warm breath and a wet tongue at the tip of my cage.

After a very long time, Erin groaned deeply and raised herself up. She sat on the side of the bed as Gina took her place on my face.

When they were both leaving the room, Gina gave me a big smile and Erin said, "You have a long and happy life ahead of you. M. will take you beyond your fantasies. And we will all meet again."

I entered the living room as the four women were heading out to the car. M. asked, "Did you enjoy your playtime with our newest friends? I hope I don't need to be jealous, letting you have your greatest desire—licking two lucious pussies. We'll make up for it when Emma and I get home."






It was Emma's last night and there had certainly been broad hints about me getting out and cumming. In this entirely new experience, I could only drive myself crazy guessing what M. would permit to happen.

"You're going to love it," M. began. The cage will come off. You will fuck each us and your release will be ecstatic. Let us just secure you on the bed so no one gets hurt."

As soon as the restraints were tight, a blindfold was slipped over my eyes. I heard the lock open and felt the rush of air on the outside and blood on the inside of her cock.. I knew it was standing up hard.

Two sets of hands started stroking it with lotion. She was right about approaching ecstasy. A condom was rolled down. Of course, another person involved. Then another condom was rolled down. That's not good. Then a third condom, or so I assumed from the limited sensation remaining after the numbing cream.

The blindfold was removed and I looked down to see Emma stuffing the still hard cock between her swollen lips. She began to ride it, faster and faster. The show kept me hard but the cock felt somewhere else. She panted and screamed, "Fuck me," and collapsed on my chest with a moan. Her hug was the most tender moment I've had with another woman. I turned to see M. smiling happily.

But, no orgasm from that. M. noticed my agitation and said, "You didn't think you were going to spew your seed inside Emma did you, even with a condom. Don't worry your release is coming right after I enjoy that flesh dildo." The next few minutes were heavenly. Actually making love with M. and she came. Not me.

M. caressed the side of my face and spoke softly, "You've been very good my sweet boy and you've made me happy. So while we have the chance, I'm going to reward you by maximizing the humiliation of your milking. You will have an ecstatic release when Emma becomes your milker." 

"But, Mistress, you promised."

"I am doing everything I promised and you enjoyed almost unlimited freedom leering at Emma all week and then having a threesome with two hot German woman. I'd swear you think you're a swinger, not a submissive wimp. You need to focus on who you are."

"Yes, Mistress. I apologize for my lack of gratitude for all of the pleasures you have permitted me. And my milking will be another special moment."

Emma learned quickly how to find and massage my prostate so it did not take a long time for the steady, sensationless drips to coat the saucer below. She said, "What a role model you are for other men. Letting this health need and our pleasure take precedence over your male lust to cum."

As she continued for any last drops, she said, "You are an inspiration. I've already figured out how to start my boyfriend toward thinking he asked for chastity himself. The next time we get together, I hope it will be the four of us."

M. had remained silent, but at that, she chuckled and said, "Change is good!"





The Visitor Ch. 02



The handle going down and the door opening softly was sudden, he had heard no sound of approaching footsteps, it increased still, his level of now abject fear and yet it combined with the maddening tingle in his sex to make him feel weak and submissive.  

The first touch was soft, gentle almost, the blindfold sliding over his face into position, the tie behind his head securing it tightly, no word was spoken. He felt his right wrist taken, his quivering hand obvious, the fastening and binding of it to his left wrist, done swiftly, securely, yet not roughly in an almost erotic, hypnotic possession. The ball gag placed against his lips surprised him a second, then he remembered, the threats they'd chatted about. He felts his lips being pushed apart, the ball touching his teeth, then his mouth inexorably opening to its invasion until it slipped inside. Smaller than he had dreaded, yet pressing down against his tongue, his lips closing around it as the straps tightened behind his head, pulling it deeper, effectively preventing any attempt at speech.

He stood there virtually incapacitated, seemingly alone for a few minutes, the only sounds the soft rustle of movement from the quietly exploring invader going from room to room. Suddenly the hypnotic control subsided, the full realisation of his situation, his bondage and his vulnerability dawning on him. He began to struggle, wrist pulling against wrist, wriggling his hands to find any possible looseness to gain his release, but the bindings were unyielding. He tried to call, to make some noise as he wriggled, but the gag stifled his attempts leaving him to nothing but muffled groans, his fear growing more by each second. Where, what, was he being robbed, what, what, the total black unknown terrified him beyond belief, dressed as he was, bound as he was, he was close to losing his mind.

He felt a hand on his arm, it held him tightly for a minute until he calmed a little, then it began to gently pull him, leading him somewhere. They stopped, he felt disorientated, no idea where he was, it made him feel so scared that he was almost tearful, when suddenly he became aware of warm breath against his face. He gasped inwardly at the feel of the lips touching his own around his ball gag and then becoming somehow aware that a tongue was touching the ball, licking it softly, its' tip sometimes touching his lips too. Hands slipped around him as the erotic kiss continued making him whimper submissively, in a defenceless, vulnerable, arousal. They continued on, exploring, touching, up over his chest, then down over his dress, finding its' hem as they stroked down against his legs, then sliding up his thighs beneath it and all the while the lips and tongue played over and around the ballgag in playful kisses. 

He seemed rooted to the spot, unable to stop this controlling visitor, he should have tried to step away, to try to raise his knees in defence, but the hypnotic effect of touch, blindness and silence mesmerised him. He sensed a body heated against his own as the hands slid up over his bum, palms warm against him as they slid further in their search for the waistband of his tights. He suddenly realised what was happening too, sensing the exploring fingers search. As they discovered what they'd been looking for, he felt them then, fingers and thumbs gripping the elastic edge and inexorably pulling as the nylon of his tights were drawn slowly down over his bum. Slowly almost gently, but unstoppably down over his hips in their journey down his legs. They had both known in their own way that the one still unfettered area of his freedom was his ankles and the visitor was keen to address that, keen for total immobilisation of his prey, the tights in their loose bondage to become a restriction there too, preventing flight from the fright bubbling through him.

Trying to step blindly away his tights prevented the movement of his ankles, whimpering now in the swift realisation that he'd allowed himself to become drawn into further bondage, his body trembling so much he was swaying in his fear.

The hands gripped him tightly, suddenly strong now, he thought he was falling, he squeaked, stiffening in expectation of hitting the floor, but he was under the visitor's complete control, the fall hadn't happened and in a few minutes of movement and adjustment he realised that he was across their knees. His bottom was in the air, his head downwards almost touching the floor, depending fully on and in total reliance of the visitor holding him, preventing his crash against that hard floor.

An arm was around him now holding him tightly on the visitors lap, the other hand slowly raising his dress, slowly revealing the satin pink panties to their eyes. He was trembling more again now, knowing what was to come, knowing it was what the visitor wanted. The cool air was tickling his satin panties, the burning embarrassment making him whimper softly as he felt his dress tucked around his waist and the hand, soft and warm sliding over those shiny soft panties that he'd been told to wear. 

The visitor took their time in mild exploration, knowing that the soft touch was arousing them both, then the first slap, it came as a shock to him, making him jump, gasp into his ballgag. The visitor adjusted his other hand slipping it up between his legs, slipping over his clit, clit was what the visitor made him call it, it was soft in fear yet it tingled in arousal too almost begging for that touch. 

The spanking began slowly, causing heat and building the sensation of pain softly and all the while the fingers touched and tickled his clit, confusing his feelings from pain to pleasure. Slowly almost imperceptibly the spanking became harder, he was whimpering more and more, it was painful now, each stroke hurting more, he tried to beg to stop but couldn't, to wriggle free from it, any attempt to evade but all to no avail. It seemed relentless, never ending, all knowledge of time and space were gone, just a focus on that spanking until as much to his shock as anything, he realised tears were running down his cheeks and suddenly everything seemed lost, he could feel himself breaking down and before he knew it he was sobbing in floods of tears. Only then did the visitor stop, the hand softly moving again over his satin panties, the fingers tickling his clit remorselessly. When his sobs subsided and the whimpering arousal resumed, the visitor gently slid him to the floor, he lay on his side in a near foetal position.

*****

I apologise to those who want an instant story, but shall I continue with this story?



The Visitor Ch. 03



The stars were shining bright in the pitch black African night sky, and sparks from the bonfire that danced up into the dark, accompanied by crackling and hissing, only added to the feeling of vast beauty. Off to the side, guys were turning over various kinds of meat over a barbecue, which they kept calling a braii, the heady aroma filling the air. Men and women, all very skimpily dressed were milling around the braii stand and the roughly made bar. Some couples gyrated to music that a live band was playing, a type of African salsa beat.

In spite of himself, Mark was enjoying the night. Between the music, food, beer and the friendly company, it really was an enjoyable evening.

Two things were bothering him though. The fact that Tsotsi still thought the idea of a cultural evening would be therapeutic was really bothering him. Who did they think he was, after paying all that money, to be appeased by manual labor and a night's entertainment? He could have done all that in New York, in style. Even the manual labor, which would have been simulated in an air conditioned gym.

One thing for certain, though, the relaxation here had certainly worked to get him completely mellow. He was feeling calm, he didn't feel rushed. And his orgasms were really intense now... which brought him to the second niggly thought. After that intense fuck in the afternoon - and the rather strange conversation he had heard just as he was sinking into a deep sleep - he had not seen Jennifer. He had been hoping to have a longer, extended session with her, but she had disappeared when he finally awoke.

Now, that would have been real therapy, he thought, ruefully looking around to see if she had come yet. Nope, she hadn't.

"How are you, Mark?" he heard a deep voice next to him, startling him. A tall, well built man was standing casually with a drink, looking down at him with a smile on his face. He was wearing a loose, white shirt and a loin cloth that barely hid anything, "My name is Ngwane, and you are my guest here."

Mark scrambled to his feet, in spite of himself - Ngwane was imposing in his stature and something about him exuded authority. He was obviously not a pure Swazi, his skin color a creamy brown, and his features a mix of Swazi and Caucasian. He wore his hair close cropped, and, along with his broad shoulders, he looked the part of a Marine.

"Ah, Ngwane," Mark stammered, holding out his hand for a handshake, "Good to meet you."

Ngwane reached out and embraced Mark in a brief hug instead and dropped into a chair, motioning Mark to do the same.

"I understand that you have problems with our program," he said pleasantly enough, just a slight glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah, well," Mark decided to bite the bullet, "Honestly, yes. I had expected therapists and classes of some sort.."

"None of which helped you in the States," Ngwane cut in smoothly, "So you may want to try something a little different." He held up his hand to quieten Mark, "Give me a chance to make a difference in your life. When you applied to come here, we asked you an extensive list of questions, right?"

Mark nodded, remembering all too well the list of questions.

"Well, we picked the program for you, based on those questions," Ngwane then grinned, "You might say that we picked you because you were right for the program. My dear friend, your problem is that your core, your innermost soul is confused. You let money and work rule your life when you should be ruling it. Now you should start taking back control of your life, allow your soul to be aligned again."

"With all due respect," Mark responded, "This sounds like a bunch of feel good motivational talk."

"Tell me," Ngwane said quietly, looking at him,"All the work in the fields, the slow methodical digging - do you know why you are mentally relaxed at the end of it? It is slow and you are in control of it. Unlike your computers at work that drive you, here, you drive the work. Your soul has a chance to catch up.

"But tonight, I want to show you what you're losing in sex..." Ngwane's voice had become low, almost gluttural suddenly, and Mark twisted to look at him. By Ngwane's side was the woman that he had seen with Jennifer earlier that day. She was wrapped, like most of the women there, in a one piece cotton cloth that left her shoulders and most of her legs bare. Her hair, covered in beaded braids, fell to her shoulders and made a faint rattling noise as she moved.

"See, for you, Mark," Ngwane said, his eyes hungry for the woman who was just as hungry and had reached out to run her hand through his hair, "For you sex is all about your own pleasure, that one orgasm. And you have let it control your soul instead of the other way round." He reached out to the woman and pulled her down to him, and said simply, "This is Nombi."

Mark watched, his mouth slightly agape, as Ngwane, sitting with his legs apart, kissed Nombi passionately, his hands moving over the wrap with abandon. Their eyes locked as they kept kissing, lips and tongues hungry for each other. Ngwane's loin cloth slowly moved aside he got aroused, his thick, tanned cock starting to rise, and within a few moments was fully erect, long and hard. He was cut, and the cock head was swollen, the tight skin reflecting the flames. With a groan, he rolled off the seat and onto the ground, pulling her with him, still kissing her, though the hunger had clearly moved away from the lips. With a swift movement, he pulled the wrap off Nombi and Mark gasped at the beautiful body - she was naked. Her nipples, on the small and perky breasts, were hard. With another moan, Ngwane kissed her lips again and then moved down to her breasts, and then licked her nipples, then tugged at one with his lips while playing with the other. A low moan escaped Nombi's lips, and she ran her hand through his hair, pushing his head down to breasts.

"Ever danced the salsa?" Mark was startled out of his voyeurism by a sexy lilt and he spun around to see Thulani sitting on the ground watching the couple making love.

"Come sit by me, sexy man," she said, patting the mat she was sitting on, "Let me tell you about the salsa."

"Damn," Mark muttered under his breath as he flopped next to her. She was also in a wrap, and she had drawn up her legs such that the wrap had crept up to her thighs. She had strong, beautiful legs. She had on a light, exotically sweet scent, and he couldn't help breathing it in deep as he made himself comfortable.

"Salsa?" he asked, his eyes back on the couple. Ngwane had helpfully moved to Nombi's side, allowing Mark to clearly see Nombi's pussy. Ngwane was still nibbling on her breasts, but now his fingers were moving down her tummy, and Nombi was thrusting her pelvis into the air slowly, anticipating and beckoning. Ngwane's cock was squeezed against one of her thighs, and Mark could imaging the pleasure he was feeling. He casually moved his own hand down to his groin and felt his cock getting erect. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt the pleasure come on.

"Yes," Thulani said, and she pushed up the wrap even further. Mark could see that she was not wearing panties, and his heart started beating faster. He reached for her, but she stopped him with a smile.

"My sexy man," she said, as she moved her legs wide apart and exposed her shaven pussy. It was a dark chocolate and the pink inside peeped out in a sliver,

"You have to learn the salsa before you make love to a woman. In the salsa, the man shows the woman off, he leads her, and creates excitement in her."

She wet her finger in her mouth and then slowly moved it between her pussy lips, running it the length of her slit and then slowly focusing in on her clit.

"See, for the man, the whole room disappears, only his woman, the sexiest woman in the world exists. She may be shy, but he draws her out. She hardly has a chance to get bored, because he has a series of moves planned out."

Mark looked fascinated as she continued to masturbate, watching him and the couple alternately.

She continued, "Look at Ngwane. He is doing the salsa with his woman."

Suddenly, Mark got it, " Damn, does everyone know about Jennifer? I was real horny and would have taken my time with her later..."

"Yes, but she wanted you to take time with her right then," Thulani said sternly, her fingers now resting lightly over her crotch, "What you want is irrelevant. If she wanted it rough and quick, you would have picked up on it. Instead... look, your attitude to everything, including sex, needs to change."

Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she watched him, and then she said huskily, "Okay, sexy man, enough lecture. Now you get to practice the salsa with me."

He reached over to touch her pussy, and she slapped his hand away. She then guided his mouth to hers and they kissed, her large brown eyes melting into his. Breathlessly, he pulled off his shirt but when he was about to take off his shorts, she stopped him again.

"I am the one you have to pleasure, sexy man," she said, panting, and motioned at the cotton cloth wrapping her body. Clumsily, he pulled it off and stopped with a groan as he took in her body. Her breasts were large and yet firm, with small, tight nipples, and she had long, strong legs. She saucily thrust her pelvis at him, and with a smile, he reached out and kissed her breasts, tasting the hard nipples in his mouth. He nibbled gently at them, and Thulani moaned. She turned slightly into him, and started to hump his body, leaving her wetness on him.

"Sexy man," she said throatily, "You have to lick me before you can even take off your shorts. Then you can fill me with your cock."

"Hehehe," he chuckled, and he bend down between her legs, pushing them wide apart. He drank in her musky smell that was intermingled with her perfume, enjoying the heady scents briefly, before he gently pried apart her pussy and slipped in two fingers into her hot, wet flesh. She was already wet, and he got excited, wiggling his fingers deeper inside her.

She moaned, gyrating her pelvis against his palm, and he reached down and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Immediately, she tensed and groaned out loud, and he licked her pussy, working his way around his fingers, up to her clit again. He sighed as he tasted her cum and then he used the flat of his tongue to lick her clit hard. His fingers kept probing and then he got into a quick rhythm, moving them in and out of her pussy as he licked her clit.

Suddenly, he felt her clit tighten, and he reached out to crush her nipples, moving his fingers in and out of her even faster. With a loud cry that ended in a half sob, Thulani started to cum, and she continued to cry out in short bursts. Her pussy tightened around his fingers and she arched her back in a series of final climaxes.

In the sudden silence that followed, she lay back on the mat, eyes half shut, smiling at him and panting heavily. Her cum ran down his fingers and he lapped it up, just as he heard Ngwane say behind him,

"May we join you...?" 



The Visitor Ch. 03



Well Pal, after I came in your Mother's mouth and shot my load down her throat. Your Mommy was still, on her knees, gagging and choking as she tried to catch her breath and swallow the rest of my sperm. 

But Buddy, I was too exhausted to hear your mother's sounds of distress or see the look of angry displeasure on her red tear streaked cheeks and face...

Man, somehow or other your Mommy managed to get to her feet and stand up between us. 

When your pissed off Mother, finally got to her feet. She gabbed a large handful of my hair and roughly yanked my head to the side and smashed her drool and cum covered lips against mine.

Your Mommy mashed her lips so forcefully and violently against mine. That I could taste blood seeping into my mouth as she forced her tongue, between my lips against my teeth.

I was completely dumbfounded for a moment! 

But I instinctively opened my mouth to let her slid her tongue into my mouth. 

As your angry horny Mother shoved her tongue into my mouth and haftway down my throat; my hands went right down over her firm rubbery ass cheeks, and I pulled her tightly against me.

As soon as your Mother felt my hands gripping her tight firm buns, she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist and began grinding her panty cunt up and down over my still semi erect dick, in the fucking motion. 

Needless to say Buddy, my cock immediately became rock hard again. 

Oh Man your Mommy was kissing me so passionately, and wildly moving her head around in a small tight circle with her full soft lips mashed solidly against my mouth, with her tongue down my throat. 

I could feel her firm full warm tits, and stiff nipples pressed against my chest as she gyrated her hips round and round and up and down against mine, as she wildly dry fucked me. 

Oh Man I wanted your Mother so freaking bad. She was driving me crazy with an unbelievable sexual need, and she knew it.

Then your Mommy, dropped her legs down from around my waist, and pulled her lips off mine and spit, in my still opened mouth, as she asked Angrily," How does your cock and cum taste, you fucking bastard? I told you not so rough!"

Then the old Bitch gabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, pulled it up and wiped her mouth and face on it, smearing her dark ruby red lipstick, black eye makeup, drool, and the remains of my semen all over my tee shirt.

Oh Man, I just stood there for a moment! 

I was totally daunted and dumb founded by her actions, with the taste of my own blood, cock, and cum in my mouth. 

Then I though to myself, well maybe I had that coming!

But Man, I wanted your Mommy so fucking badly. I just had to have her!

I looked deeply into your angry bitchy Mother's black lust filled glaring eyes, as I pulled my tee shirt up over my head and dropped it on the floor. 

As I kicked my leisure pants off and to the side, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of your Mommy's tank top and yanked it up over her head.

When I reached down and opened the button on the side of your Mother's tight black leather mini skirt, and pulled down the short zipper. 

Your shocked pissed off Mommy asked loudly in her anger filled trembling voice, "What the hell do you think you're doing? You fucking prick!"

As I pulled your Mother's tight leather skirt down over her hips. I dropped down on one knee. And put my arm behind your Mommy's knees and pulled. 

Your shocked dumb founded Mother, flopped over my shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. As I stood up your Mommy gasped loudly with just a slight trace of a giggle in her voice. "Put me down, you fucking Neanderthal...I'm mad at you!"

I ignored her demand, and carried her over my shoulder into my bedroom. Like a caveman carrying a captive woman into his cave, for his own sexual needs and carnal pleasures.

When I dropped your Mommy down on the end of my bed she bounced and started to laugh in spite of herself. 

Buddy, let me tell you...

Your Mother is one of the most beautiful and sexiest women that I have ever seen. As she sat up, she put her arms out behind her, to hold herself up. This caused her full upturned perky tits to stick out. 

Her big dark red bumpy areolas and her large gum drop sized nipples were swollen stiff. Her long dyed jet black hair was hanging over her shoulders and down her back. 

It was also obvious that your Mommy tans in the nude.

Your Mother crossed her long lovely red fish net covered legs, to tease me, as she asked in her deep sexy sultry slutty voice, "Now what are you planning to do...to me, stud?" 

I didn't answer her. I just walked over the end of the bed. 

I grinned at your Mommy lecherously, as I reached down and uncrossed your Mother's legs. I winked at her lustfully as I licked my lips. Then I reached out and put my finger tips under the waist band of your sweet Mother's whorish looking red lacy panties. 

Your Mommy was staring into my eyes and she was breathing heavily through her partial opened mouth. As she lifted her hips up, letting me peel her red slut panties, over her hips and down her legs. 

When I finally got them off your Mother, I reached up and dropped her red lacy pussy juice soaked panties beside her on the bed.

Man, your Mother has a long c section scar and some stretch marks on the sides of her belly just below her naval. She also has a bunch of cherries tattooed just above, and to the side of a landing strip of black pubic hair, over her other wise completely shaved snatch.

Your Mommy was breathing heavily and she got wide eyed, as I pried her legs apart and kneeled down between her parted thighs.

Your Mother gasped and jumped as I rubbed my cheek across her fish net covered thigh. Then I kissed the soft warm moist flesh of her inner thigh, just above the top of her stocking.

I heard your Mommy moan as she asked, "Ooooh Fuck Stud, are you really going to go down on me? "

As my lips touched the tender moist warm naked flesh of her inner thigh, just below her crotch and above the top of her stocking, she gasped loudly,"Yesss, Ohhh God Yesss. Please lover Boy. Aaaaah fuck, I love ...that." 

Then I felt her fall backwards onto my bed. 

I lifted Your Mother's long lovely leg, and I kissed inside of her knee. I slowly kissed upward on the inside of her thigh, until my ear was pressing against her warm moist plump pussy. 

As I began sucking on the tender sensitive salty tasting flesh of your Mommy's inner tight. I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier. And I could feel her starting to roll her head from side to side. 

As my kisses neared her snatch; I could smell the slight musty scent of your Mommy's aroused womanhood. 

Oh God Man, your Mother has such a nice plump cunt. Her inner pussy lips are dark red and meaty and they sort of hang out of her womanhood. 

I sucked your Mommy's tawny tasting inner pussy lips into my mouth and gently chewed them.

As I nibbled on them, your Mommy was panting, bucking her hips up and down, as she squirmed around on my bed moaning, and groaning loudly "Ah, ah, ah."

I moved my head down and licked her anus. 

Man when your Mommy felt my tongue on her on her little rosebud, she gasped loudly," Ohhh God Lover Boy, you're a fucking pervert."

I ran my nose between the moist inner lips of your Mothers cunt spreading them open with the tip of my nose. 

As I lapped her hole like a dog drinking water. Your Mommy began squirming around and unconsciously grinding her pussy against my face.

Oh Buddy, I can't possible explain to you or tell you how much your loving Mother, enjoyed having her cunt eaten.

You'll just have to take my word for that. But Pal, she absolutely loved it. 

When I darted my tongue into your Mother's hot wet twat, she went totally nuts and began lifting her hips, trying to get my tongue deeper inside her.

I licked upward until my tongue touched her clit. Then I ran my hands up her sides, over her rib cage until I reached the sides of her tits. Than I covered her full soft boobs with my roaming hands. 

As I started squeezing your Mommy titties, and rubbing my thumbs back and forth across you her taunt nipples. She instinctively lilted her hips up off the bed, pushing her pussy against my face.

Then I started to lick little figure eights around her aroused clit. When your Mommy felt me beginning to stimulate her little bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, she bolted upright, almost into the sitting position, and put both her hands on the back of my head and jammed my face into wet musty fishy smelling cunt. Then she clamped her thighs tightly around my head. 

I nipped her swollen clit between my teeth as I continued to lick little figure eights around and over her fun button.

Then she began wildly and uncontrollable bucking her hips up and down, and from side to side as she grind her fishy smelling, salty tasting cunt against my face.

Oh Fuck Buddy, I could hardly breath. Your Mother's pussy juices were flowing out of her hole over my chin and down my neck. The way she was wildly moving around, it's wonder she didn't break my neck.

But Pal, I kept licking her and giving her the intense sexual pleasure that she needed and craved so desperately. 

Then I heard her screeching through her clinched teeth, "Aaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah." 

The next thing I knew, she was clamping her legs tighter around my head as her pussy juices came gushing out of her twat; all over my face, in my mouth, down over my chin onto my chest. 

Your Mommy's legs were wrapped so tight around my head and my face was buried so deep in her cunt that I couldn't breathe or catch my breath.

I was gasping for air; my head was buried so tightly between your Mommy's firm muscular quivering thighs. That I though I was going to past out. 

Man I had to take my hands off your Mothers large firm rubbery tits. So I could pry her legs apart to get my head out of her crotch. 

When I finally managed to pull your Mothers trembling legs apart; I dropped down with my ass resting on my heels as I gasped loudly trying to regain my breath.

End of part three



Well folks I hope you all enjoyed reading part three of my story, 

     The Visitor

Now dear Friends and readers, I want you all to, please take the time, to leave me a little comment and tell me what you liked or didn't like about my story. 

However, that's besides that pesky grammar punctuation and spelling stuff. 

I know I stink at it, so you don't have to tell me about it. 

However, I do proof read my stories repeatedly trying to find as many of my spelling and wrong word mistakes as I possible can and correct them. 

I also use the tools on my Microsoft Word Processor trying to find my many grammar, punctuation mistakes, and eliminate, as many of them, as I possible can without changing what I'm trying to say.

  Thank you again for reading part three of my story.

    BigCarl/The Dirty Old Man



The Visitor Ch. 03



This is the third part of my little story and again I must tell you that as with all my work it is based on actual experience. The feelings I try to give are the feelings I felt, I write it from my perspective as me, Leanne.

Some people have written some nasty comments to my previous parts, but hey ho, I have also had some lovely support. I have now changed this category from BDSM to Gay Male and I've done that not to mislead those who perhaps didn't expect those things in my little story. Another story entirely would be that I was never gay in my mind before my experience and I do touch on that in this piece. I hope you read this and get a tiny piece of enjoyment from it. Please comment as usual, it's your comments that encourage me to continue. 

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The voice, was sudden, breaking the silence, it made him jump. It was electronic, yet soft and ungendered almost frighteningly alien in his ear

"Good girl", the synthesised sound almost feminine hiding any clue to its owner, there was a pause, the quiet closing in again then, "Leanne, do you want my cock?" the words were spoken slowly, a whispering silicon gender less sound invoking fear, threat and yet that stupid submissive excitement.

He was trembling again, the insufferable arousal growing until he found himself nodding almost imperceptibly,...

"Leanne?" the questioned sound but a buzzing vibration in his head.

He nodded again almost fearfully.

The electronic voice no more than a whisper, a breath in his ear, 

"You know you must earn it Leanne", again the pause, the silence making the words eat into his brain, 

"I have some presents for you first", the silence seemed to go on longer this time, a silence leaving him quivering at the frightening thoughts created by those words that were going round and round in his head. 

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" that electronic voice sounding almost evil now.

It was sending his heartbeat fluttering in that mixture of dread, fear and excitement that they both knew he couldn't escape from. Inside his head he was screaming, no, no you must, you can't, stop it don't do it, but then he nodded, almost imperceptibly, a fearful trembling nod.

A hand slid over his bare leg and he felt himself turned onto his back, the carpeted floor against his heated buttocks. Fingers slipped over the satin panties and finding the waist sliding them slowly down to his thighs, slowly, maddeningly slowly, revealing his fearful flaccid, yet maddeningly tingling almost throbbing "clit". He felt the visitor's fingers touching him there, lifting, feeling, it made him shrink in fear of what might happen, yet the top of his clit tingled in wanton desire almost begging to be stroked. Something was touching him, slipping over him there, a tight ring through which his sex was pushed and pulled, the discomfort in his testicles as they too were squeezed and pushed through, he knew now, he suddenly remembered, a terrible realisation that this was the threatened chastity the visitor had chatted so persuasively about.He couldn't suppress that gasped moan into the ballgag at the eroticism of what was now actually happening, yet deep down, the awful implications of it frightened him enormously.

Again that disorientated electronic voice, that whispering his ear, the sound instilling fear by its disembodiment. 

"You love this don't you Leanne?"

He whimpered, then moaned again to the touch as it teased him, then stopping.

"Don't you Leanne?" the words were enforced waiting his reply.

He couldn't stop his slight nod, as he felt himself almost panting into his ballgag.

"Good girl" each electronic word only seeming to increase his trepidation

His clit felt enclosed now, trapped in something plastic which was tight, restricting, preventing, yet building his arousal at the feeling. The hands slipped around and behind his head, they slid over and found the tie on his blindfold. 

"So you can see, Just for a little while Leanne." The words seemed to buzz directly in his ear

He felt the tie undone, the blindfold move, the curtains were drawn and the room was in shadows, yet the sudden brightness from the tiny focussed spotlight made him squint, as he blinked nervously through the glare.

In deep shadows, the figure, for that was all he could see, seemed to be masked, the frightening almost inhuman features covering the shape and gender hidden beneath it. The electronic sounds frightening him even more.

"Watch Leanne, watch as I posses your little clit forever"

He whimpered in his terror now, looking down at the terrible terrifying pink plastic chastity enclosing him, the focus of that tiny spotlight, seeing the hands as they appeared almost from nowhere, threading the open lock through the link that would hold it tightly together, then slowly in that blinding silence, the tiny click of its closure like the clang of a prison door in his head at the certain realisation of the visitors threat, the possessing of him.

He whimpered more now unable to stifle the moaning submissive whimper as the visitor slid their hands over their possession, the yearning wanton desperation for touch and release growing by the second, making him tremble and beg uselessly into his ballgag.

"Now You're mine Leanne" the robotic words fuelled his frightened submissive excitement.

He watched trembling as the figure's hands reached down and pulled his pink satin panties back up, covering his chastity, yet enhancing its eroticism as he was framed in the slippy material.

"Remember my promises Leanne?" the voice seemed almost disconnected from the figure kneeling over him. "Remember"

He began to pant in abject fear now, surely the visitor didn't mean...surely it was all fantasy, he was scared, very scared. The visitor reached out of sight behind him, the glint of the small stainless steel box appearing in his hand. He was trembling more and more now, unable to bring his eyes from the terror he prayed was not inside. The box clicked open in the visitor's steady hand, the lid hiding the contents as fingers dipped inside. The appearance of the syringe in shining reflection of the dim light nearly made him faint, his heartbeat skyrocketing, whimpering, trying to form words begging in a mumbling terrified scream into the silencing gag.



The Visitor Ch. 04



Mark turned and looked to see Ngwane and Nombi, both completely naked and looking lustfully at him and Thulani. The woman was beautiful, her small breasts tipped by hard nipples, her shapely thighs, and her shaven pussy, all coming together erotically in the flickering shadows. But, despite himself, Mark was captivated by Ngwane's cock right above him, dark, hard, and long, raised proudly from his groin. His testicles were hung loose and large, and Mark watched the man's genitals with fascination.

The music had quickened and the drums beat a fast beat. Around them, groups of twos and more were undressing or coupling. A group of three or four men were actively stroking around a couple that were bend over and engaging in almost violent doggy-style sex.

But all Mark could see in that instant was the cock, inviting and calling, framed by the night sky.

"My sexy man," he heard Thulani's voice, throaty because of lust, "I want to watch you suck Ngwane's cock..."

He spun around in shock to look at her, amazed that she had read his thoughts and even more that she had voiced them. His fingers were still in her pussy, and he felt it tighten as she giggled at his shock.

Nombi knelt beside Thulani, kissing her breasts, and then pulled at Mark's hand, his fingers glistening with cum. She licked the cum off, and said "I will take care of my baby Thulani. You do what she has asked.... and make sure we can see it all."

She reached down and kissed Thulani, a deep hungry kiss that was returned with passion. Thulani's hands reached for Nombi's breasts, and the nipples, already hard, seemed to get even harder at the touch.

He turn back, not knowing what to do next, his lust and apprehension confusing him. How would he even initiate this?

He needn't have worried.

Right in front of him, was Ngwane's cock, rock hard, the huge cock head aimed right at his eyes. The little slit invited a lick, the tiny lips barely visible but wet. He reached tentatively with his tongue and traced the slit with the tip. There was a slight tremor in response, and it seemed as though the cock head actually grew.He reached out again and traced more of the cock with the tip, and he became aware of a familiar taste - and realized it was pussy juice, probably Nombi's. Ngwane had just fucked Nombi!

He felt the plump cock head, soft cheeks on either side of the head, and shuddered. Then he suddenly felt naked flesh against his back, and the impression of two breasts triggered delicious sensations, especially as he felt hard nipples scrape his skin. With decisiveness, Nombi's hands reached out on either side, grasping his and guiding him to Ngwane's cock. With another thrill, he felt the powerful, rock hard cock in his hands, the thick veins snaking the entire length. And he could feel Nombi excited against his own body, she was rubbing her pussy against his butt, her breath coming in short gasps.

She then gently pushed the back of his head, and with a sharp breath, he felt Ngwane's cock enter his mouth, hot and slick with Nombi's juices. With his lips, he grasped the hard pole and sucked on it, taking in the whole length. His hands now reached for Ngwane's butt and he pushed him deeper into his mouth, bobbing his head as he did so, enjoying the sensation of the cock in his mouth.

He felt Nombi fall away gently to his side, and he almost choked at the sight of the two women looking at him - Thulani, eyes heavily lidded with lust, was lying on the mat and watching him suck Ngwane's cock. And Nombi had her busy fingers working on Thulani's pussy, also looking on at him.Then she bent lower and started to lick Thulani's clit, slowly but deliberately. Thulani gasped at this new touch, and with one hand she grabbed a handful of Nombi's beaded braids, sensually feeling them and then pushed her down to her hungry pussy. With her other hand, she was guiding Nombi to her heavy breasts, and the two hands massaged, pulled, teased with increasing passion. Nombi's fingers continued to work deeper into Thulani, quicker, and her tongue kept licking harder. Thulani's pelvis started to push upward, with the same quickening rhythm, and now her breath was being accompanied by moaning, moaning that was turning into yelps of pleasure.

He grabbed Ngwane's butt cheeks harder, fully turned on and loving what he was doing, a sense of freedom and command filling him, as he sucked in time with the women. This was it! This was what life was all about, he realized in the jumble of thoughts filling his mind. Sure, he needed to continue working and earning, but this ... this was the reason for living, not the money.

And it was not about him either - it was about giving to others.

Damn, he understood now, he knew what salsa was all about.

He loosened his shorts and let fall around his knees. Then he dropped his boxers, kicking them both off, and finally freeing his hot, thick, and hard cock.

He felt rather than heard Ngwane's deep groan as he sucked the hard cock.

With a quickness that surprised himself, Mark grabbed Ngwane's cock at the base, and held it tightly as he scrambled over to Thulani, positioning himself over her mouth, his own cock, hard and throbbing with pleasure inviting her tongue. He knew what she wanted, and knew she could now see two cocks, and feel Nombi on her as well.

With a cry, Thulani grabbed Mark's cock and drew it into her mouth. She sucked on it, looking up at him, as he went back to working on Ngwane, his mouth on the firm flesh. She seemed to relish it, and her cool tongue wrapped itself around his cock in appreciation. He felt her soft cheeks suck in on him, and he gasped, choking on Ngwane. Ngwane was now groaning again, and then Mark tasted a tiny dribble salty squeeze out of the slit. Pre-cum! It wouldn't be long now. He reached out and cuddled the heavy testicles, enjoying the weight, massaging the balls in the scrotum.

Then, for a split second, it seemed as though Ngwane's cock had actually grown even thicker, and then it convulsed, fluid pumping through the tube, exploding in heat inside his mouth. Semen filled his mouth and spurted out of the corners, dribbling down his chin and down onto his own cock. With a hungry moan, Thulani flicked out a delicate pink tongue and licked off the cum. He licked and swallowed the rest of the cock, and Ngwane moaned, shuddering, and slowly fell softly onto the ground.

His first blow job! Mark was excited, extremely aroused, but he knew he had to wait. He made himself more comfortable, resting gently on his haunches, and letting Thulani suck deeper. His butt rested on her breasts, and he reached back with one hand and cupped her soft, full breast. His fingers touched her soft skin, and he showed her he appreciated it by moaning softly. Instantly, her sucking took on more urgency. Smiling wickedly down at her beautiful face, her mouth working intensely on his cock, he found her pebble-hard nipple and twisted it gently. With a gasp, she started to cum. Behind him, Nombi was still massaging Thulani's pussy and was not gentle as she worked her clit with hardworking lips and tongue.

With a loud cry, Thulani let go and came, her cries of orgasmic passion mixing with similar moans around them. She reach up and scratched Mark's back with strong fingers, and he became rough with her nipples, both hands now behind him, pulling and twisting the nipples. Thulani pushed out his cock from her mouth and, arching her back, screamed with pleasure as her whole body shook with passion.

Nombi grasped her pelvis and held on tight, licking firmly, and Mark spun off Thulani, coming to a rest alongside her. He roughly took one of her nipples in his mouth and nibbled it as his hand crushed her breasts.

With even more cries, she reached several peaks, until she fell back to the ground, panting heavily.

Mark grinned down at her and then kissed her softly on her lips, turning his attention to Nombi.

She had fallen on her back and her legs were wide open, inviting him in. Her hand was playing with her clit, and her eyes were on him, a curious mixture of desire and aloofness. Aloof as though she suspected he would not be able to satisfy her.

"Nombi, I am sorry that I was so selfish this afternoon..." he started to say as he moved towards her, his cock aching to enter her.

"You should also be apologizing to me, you fucker," Mark heard Jenny's cheerfully carefree voice behind him. She walked gracefully, naked and exotic, her breasts swinging gently, to where Nombi was lying and knelt beside her, kissing her. Her hand snaked down, between Nombi's legs, and the two kissed even more passionately.

"How are you going to make it up to both of us, New York boy?" she said, breathing heavily, "Nombi wants you to fuck her hard, but I want you to make me cum - and cum in me."

"Ah man," Mark's balls and cock were now aching from needing to cum.

"You better do it," she said, with a stren voice that failed to convince.

He lay alongside Nombi, and then pushed her to lie on her side, with her back to him. He prodded her gently, and she raised her upper leg up, then draped it over his leg. She reached down, and the two of them inserted his cock into her warm, wet pussy. His hands covered the small breasts.

"Ah," she whispered thickly, "My vagina was aching for you...."

"And my cock for you, beautiful woman," he said.

"If you want me to cum in you, Jenny," he said throatily, "If you want to have any hope, you better make Nombi cum quickly. My cock feels tight at home in her, and I cannot take too much punishment..." 

Jenny giggled and kissed Nombi again, her hand again down between Nombi's legs, her fingers plying the pussy lips, getting slick with pussy juice. Mark felt her hand brush against his cock and balls, and he bit down on his lip. With renewed effort, he started to ram hard into Nombi, enjoying her gasps of pleasure. He felt his cock slide into her, his cock head brushing against her firm flesh, each such brush almost excruciating in the pleasure, "My queen," he moaned, as he continued to push deep into her.

"My prince," she panted back, "Go deeper, deeper, my lover."

Jenny, her fingers now covered with the thick cum, reached up and started to touch Nombi's exposed clit, that was now rubbery and firm, standing up, a little horn. She massaged it, making circles around it, and all the while, Mark was pumping Nombi's pussy with deep, hard thrusts.

"Oh, my heavens," Nombi cried out suddenly, "Oh!"

Jenny kissed her mouth once more and quickly moved to her pussy, her mouth finding the firm clit. With evident pleasure, she sucked on it, and then nibbled on it.

That did it.

With a sharp cry, Nombi started to orgasm in Mark's arms, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her pussy clenched onto his cock, but he kept ramming her, each long stroke submerging his cock in pleasure.

Nombi whimpered her surrender, and she fell from his grasp.

"Not bad, my good man," Jenny looked at him saucily, "You got two women and one man tired out. I wonder if you can hold out for me..."

"You started this whole lesson, wench," he growled with evident pleasure, "So I will end it with you."

"Ah, I like a man who is up to a challenge... " she whispered back, her voice low with lust.

She got on all fours, and offered up her butt end to him, "Let's see what you can do, you fucking dog..." 



The Visitor Ch. 04



Oh Man, I was down on my knees with my head buried between your mothers slightly parted thighs, panting like a dog on a hot a summer's day, as I tried to regain my breath.

My eyes were burning and watery and I had that musty repugnant fishy smell of your Mother's sexually over heated snatch up my nose. And I still had that awful, salty, tawny taste of your mommy's excited dripping warm wet twat in my mouth. 

Buddy Boy, my whole fucking face, neck, and chest were covered with your mommy's clear warm pussy juices. I think I even had some of her orgasmic discharge in my ears.

When I finally managed to get my breath back I reached out and grabbed the bottom of my bed spread, and wiped my face on it. 

I stood up and looked down at your Mother disgustedly. 

Oh Buddy, don't get me wrong. I've heard of squirting pussies before. But I never dreamed they squirted so freaking much! Or that I'd have my head clamped tightly between her thighs, with my face pressed firmly against her hot box licking her clit when she squirted! 

No shit man, I thought she was going to drown me with her pussy juices! 

But man the sight of your almost completely naked beautiful sexy slutty Mother lying on my bed with her legs slightly parted with that 'you can fuck me, if want to, look on her hard but pretty face kind of made me mellow out...well maybe just a little! 

Man let me tell you, it was all I could do to keep from reaching down and putting my hands behind your Mommy's knees, and lifting them up to her shoulders, and shoving my cock, all the fucking way into her.

Buddy your Mother was such a beautiful sight lying there. 

Her eyes were closed and her face and chest were still flushed bright pink in the blissful after glow from her intense... fucking... squirting orgasm!

Your Mother's chest was still heaving up and down; lifting her full breasts up as she draws in breaths and lowering them as she exhaled the air out of her lungs. 

Your Mommy's dark red nipples were still swollen stiff from her orgasm. 

Good God Pal, the sight of your Mother's tits, made my mouth water.

Man your Mommy's long lovely red fish net covered legs were spread apart exposing her warm wet waiting womanhood. Her dark red pussy lips were spread apart revealing her pretty pink inviting hole. 

Her cunt was so wet that the insides of her tights down to the tops of her whorish looking red fish net stocking were wet and glistening with her pussy juices. 

Man, my cock was throbbing and my balls were so full of sperm, that they were aching... and begging me, to empty them deep inside your Mother's warm wet twat. 

So Buddy, what can I say? I hope you don't mind me telling you this! 

But you know that, I just had to fuck your sweet loving Mommy!

I sucked in my breath, as I exhaled, I said sternly, "Bunny, get up onto the bed." Then I pulled off her red high heel 'fuck me' pumps.

Your Mommy opened her eyes and smiled up at me, with a dreamy contented lustful look on her face. Then she crawled up unto the center of my bed, until her head was resting between my pillows. 

She was smiling up at me longingly, as she sort of pushed herself backwards up into the middle of my bed with her heels. 

Her lovely long well toned muscular legs were spread wide open, teasing me, while she waited, for me to stuff her, with my hard swollen man meat. 

I got on my hands and knees between her legs. As I crawled upward towards her; I grabbed her soiled wet red panties and bunched them up into a little ball in my fist.

As I covered your Mother's warm beautiful inviting body with mine; your Mommy reached down between us and grabbed my swollen pecker and rubbed it up and down the length of her warm moist woman hood. 

She ran the tip of my dick back and forth across her clit a few times, causing herself to shudder as she played with herself with the end of my dick, sighing softly, " Oh Stud; I've been wanting this monster of yours, in me, from the first time, I saw you."

Then your sweet loving Mommy guided the head of my dick between her pussy lips until the end of my pecker was pressed firmly against her pretty pink hole.

Your Mother tilted her head back into my pillow, and closed her eyes, as she lifted her hips up pushing the extremely tight opening of her womanhood against the end of my one eyed monster.

While your Mother was waiting for me to penetrate her with my pecker, she sighed seductively in her lust filled sexy sultry slutty voice, "Oh God Stud, your cock is enormous. Please Lover Boy, I'm really kind of tight!

I honestly don't have sex very often. So go slow and please be a little...gentle with me..."

She paused briefly, like she was thinking, then she continued to say in her sexy slutty voice, "Well at least... at first..." 

Then your Mommy began giggling like a high school girl in the back seat of a Chevy getting ready to have her cherry broken, as she said, "then you can..." 

But she started laughing so hard. She couldn't finish what she was going to say! 

Anyway Buddy we both know what she was going to say.

I was holding myself up over your Mommy at arms length. I leaned down and covered your Mother's full soft parted lips with mine and jammed my tongue between her lips, into her mouth, and as far down her throat as I could get it.

Then I pulled my mouth off hers and spat in her mouth. 

As I shoved her balled up whorish red panties into her mouth, I asked, "How does your cunt taste...Bitch?" 

Your Mother gagged and got wide eyed and mumbled something about me being, a fucking cock sucker, or something that sounded sort of like that, around her wadded up panties. 

Then I brutally slammed my hips forward, ramming my cock all the fucking way into her surprisingly tight cunt, filling her up with my dick, in one hard brutal swift thrust.

As the crown of my cock hit her cervix; your Mother's face contorted into a grimace causing her to suck in her breath around her panties with a gasp. 

Then she screeched loudly around her wadded up panties, "Aaaaaah fuck! You prick that hurt!"

Then her eyes got red and started to water causing her to squint, as she closed her eye lids, over her red teary eyes.

Holy shit Buddy, I thought that your Mother was putting out for every guy in town, so I figured that she'd have a cunt, the size of the Grand Canyon!

So needless to say, I thought that she was just bullshitting me, about being tight.

Pal, I honestly didn't expect her cunt to be anywhere near that freaking tight.

So I pulled her panties out of her mouth as I asked her nervously, and sincerely "Bunny, are you alright? I really didn't mean to hurt you? If I knew you were that...tight. I would have been a little bit gentler."

She was almost sobbing as she stated, "Oh Good God, Stud that fucking hurt, you prick. I told you, I was tight! 

I rarely have sex...with anyone other than myself, you Prick. I'm not some fucking street corner whore!"

Pal, I really didn't know what else to do, or say! So I kissed her red teary eyes. 

Then your Mother sucked in her breath as she said, "It's okay, give me a minute to get used to having your big freaking dick in me."

I didn't move. I didn't want to do anything that might hurt her anymore, then I already did! 

Beside that; it felt kind of good, to have my dick buried, so freaking deep inside her like that anyway. 

Man, it felt like her pussy was fluttering and twitching around my hard swollen cock as she got used to having me inside. 

Finally she said, "I'm alright now; it hurt, but it felt kind of good too... so you can do it again" 

That was your hard up, horny Mother's response to having my cock shoved into her for the first time.

So I stuffed her panties back in her mouth; as I lifted my hips pulling my dick almost all the way out of your Mommy's extremely tight sore cunt, until just the tip of my dick was between her pussy lips. Then I rammed it all the fucking way back into her as hard and fast as I could, spreading her open again, and filling her back up with my dick again. 

When your Mommy felt my cock slam into her again, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gasped, and mumbled around her panty stuffed mouth, "Ooooh Lover Boy, that's it, do it again. Fuck me... hard and deep," She pleaded, as she raised her hips to take my dick even deeper into her stretched open womanhood, then it already was. 

I pulled my pork almost all the way out of your nymph Jew Mother's tight wet hole, and then I slammed my pecker back into her until my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. 

Your Mother was panting and wildly squirming around under me, lifting and lowering her hips. As I repeatedly pulled my pork out of her and then jammed it back into her until my balls banged against her ass cheeks. 

She began sighing through her panty stuffed mouth, "Oh God yesss, yesss, that's it, Baby, hurt me a little...fuck me hard and deep." 

So I did. I fucked her brutally and wildly. I was going crazy with a sexual desire, that I didn't know that I had.

Oh Man your Mother's was going crazy too. She was in such a wild fuck frenzy, that her pussy was creaming all over my dick, coating it with her white pussy juices, as I pounded my pecker in and out of her snug sloppy wet womanhood. 

Then inner muscles of your Mommy's skintight wet twat, started contracting and around my hard throbbing cock, squeezing it tighter, with each inward stroke, and reluctantly releasing my dick as I pulled back. 

Her pussy was so wet it was making sloppy wet shushing sounds as I rode her harder and faster. I finally put my hands under her and gripped her firm rubbery ass cheeks with my fingers to hold her still, as I started pounding my pork into her, fucking her, with those short deep strokes. 

Those wonderful deep short urgent strokes that signify the beginning of the end...

Man your Mommy wrapped her legs around my waist and began raking my shoulder blades with her blood red finger nails. 

Then she pulled her wadded up panties out of her mouth, and whispered into my ear," Oh God Baby Boy, please don't cum yet. Just another couple of minute, please Lover, I'm almost there, again."

Then she stuck her panties back into her mouth.

I ran the end of my middle finger around her anus. As I pushed the tip of my finger into her rosebud, your Mommy screeched around her panties," EEEEEE, "

As she lifted her hips and locked her legs tighter around my waist, and pulled her panties out of her mouth, as she gasped loudly, "Aaaaaah... God Lover Boy... I'm cumin!"

Then she went as stiff as a board, as her pussy began contracting tighter and tighter around my enlarged pulsing prick. Then her whole body started trembling, as her body shaking, cunt clamping, orgasm completely over took her.

Oh Man then your Mommy's body started vibrating as she nipped my ear lobe and whispered, " Cum in me Lover Boy, I want to feel you squirting your sperm deep inside me."

Then your sweet innocent Mother stuck her long thin red finger nailed middle finger, up my ass hole.

Ah Fuck Pal, that's all it took and I started erupting deep inside your Mommy's hot wet convulsing cunt. I was shooting gob after gob of my warm creamy milky white cum deep inside her, slashing my sperm against her cervix.

When I finally collapsed exhausted on top of your Mother, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear, "Oh Fuck Lover Boy that was absolutely freaking incredible. Did you enjoy it; haft as much as I did?"

I sucked in my breath, kissed her forehead as I replied, "Bunny that was absolutely awesome."

Then I softly kissed her on the lips and gave her a couple of more short strokes with my shriving penis, then I laid my head on her shoulder, too tired to do anymore.

Your Mommy brushed her lips across my cheek as she whispered into my ear, "Stud I don't even want you to take your dick out of me! But I really have to pee, and I need a shower."

As I reluctantly rolled off your Mother, she said," Stud go get my pocket book, it's by your front door."

Then she got up and scampered off towards my bathroom. When she got to my bathroom door she looked over her shoulder, to see if I was watching her.

I was and she smiled at me and wiggled her ass back and forth. Then she swayed her hips from side to side, as she went into my bathroom.

I crawled off my bed and dragged my exhausted ass into the front room. Then I spotted the biggest black leather pocket book that I've ever seen on the floor, next to my front door.

I picked it up and walked back into my bedroom. Holy Shit Man, when I got back into my bedroom. It stunk of sweat and sex, and there was a big wet spot in the middle of my bedspread. 

Then I heard my shower running.

As I went into my bathroom and took out a couple of towels, I saw your Mother whorish red fish net stockings on the floor by the shower stall. And I could just see the outline your Mother's perfect figure through the steam in my shower. 

As I open the shower stall, and got in. Your naked Mommy grabbed my still semi erect dick and squeezed it, as she kissed my cheek. 

Then she scampered past me and grabbed a towel and went back into my bedroom. 

I took a quick shower and followed your Mommy back into my bedroom. She was standing in front of the mirror over my dresser wearing a pair of black lacy panties and a matching black lacy bra.

Oh God Man, your Mother is one of the most beautiful and sexiest women that I have ever seen. So in spite of my two intense mind blowing orgasms, I could feel my cock starting to grow again. And I knew that I was no where near finished with this beautiful exciting woman.

I walked up behind her, put my arms around her and cupped her breasts as I kissed the scorpion that she has tattooed on her shoulder.

Your horny sex starved Mommy sucked in her breath, covered my hands with hers and held them on her tits. 

I seen her close her black eyes in the mirror as I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples through her bra, causing them to stiffen once again.

As I nibbled on her neck and started to suck on it. 

Your Mother began squirming around until she was turned completely around facing me. Then she reached down and grabbed my dick, and teasingly stroked it as she rubbed it up and down over her pussy mound. 

Then she looked up into my eyes and said in her sexy slutty sultry self confident deep voice, "Look Lover Boy, I'm hungry! If you're planning on sticking this big dick of yours back into me you're going to have to wine me and dine me first."

I was stunned again by her. I paused for a moment, as I regained my thoughts. Then I asked, "What about your husband? What will he do if he finds out... that you went out with another man?

Your Mother looked at me strangely, as she asked," Why do you care?"

I replied, I don't know, I just don't want to cause you any problems." 

"That's sweet of you Stud," she replied. "But don't worry about it. My fat useless ex-husband and I have an agreement!" 

When I heard that your Mother and Father were divorced! I was shocked by the news and I guess my mouth must have fallen open.

Because your Mommy laughed as she said, "That's right, Lover Boy we're divorced! We've been divorced for a long time. We just happen live in the same building in this condo complex."

Well Pal, I guess your Mother and I will be seeing a lot more of each other. That's if we don't kill each other, or fuck ourselves to death first. I hope you don't mind?




The End 



Or maybe this is just the beginning.

Well Folks I hope you all enjoyed reading my story, 

Now dear Friends and readers, I want you all to, please take the time, to leave me a little comment and tell me what you liked or didn't like about my story. 

However, that's besides that pesky grammar punctuation and spelling stuff. I know I stink at it, so you don't have to write tell me about it. 

However, I do proof read my stories repeatedly trying to find as many of my spelling and wrong word mistakes as I possible can and correct them. 

I also use the tools on my Microsoft Word Processor trying to find my many grammar, punctuation mistakes, and eliminate, as many of them, as I possible can without changing what I'm trying to say.

    Thank you again for reading part four of my story.

           The Visitor

       BigCarl/The Dirty Old Man



The Visitor Ch. 04



This is the fourth part of my story, based on experience, I am afraid that this episode does contain enforced drugging, please don't read this if it offends and just think of it as a story, fiction, though in this case not. I apologise to those who want immediate sex, my chapters are quite short and this one particularly so, it is quite stressful trying to put such an experience into words, that's my excuse, such things as sex will follow in the next chapter of my... well how else do you try and describe such an experience. Thank you so much for those that have commented on my story so far, I wouldn't continue without you.

So here we go, 

*****

The visitor had teased him online many times, arousing him in so many ways, but when the drug was mentioned it had frightened him beyond belief. The drug, the white drug, the drug that drew you in creating utter dependency and total addiction, a total addiction that the visitor threatened would be used to control and exploit him. But that had all just been online chat, just play, the visitor just teasing his arousal, wouldn't do it for real, wouldn't, wouldn't... couldn't ... nooo.. the terror was gripping his very soul.

The electronic voice buzzed in his ear again, "You can't wait can you Leanne? You know you can't wait, Just imagine what this will make you feel like as I take you, you will be hooked immediately, addicted, never free, mine, begging me for your next fix, doing anything I tell you just to get it." 

The visitor put the syringe down where he could see it, its' evil contents glinting in reflection of the spotlight as he took the strap from the box. Gently wrapping it round the forearm of his prisoner, bound and gagged, totally helpless, screaming in silence as he struggled, heaving on his bonds striving in his madness to wriggle free. The visitor slowly pulling the strap tight around his arm as he fought uselessly, his brain in terrified overdrive in the terrible realisation that he had allowed himself to be placed in this position of unyielding bondage, incapable of preventing this evil possession of his very soul.

"Watch, Leanne, watch as I make you my gay slut, my prostitute sissy" the syringe was in the visitors hand, moving closer and closer to the vein, now throbbing in his arm. 

He was squeaking continually, his body trembling, quivering all over, struggling in mad fear terrified at the glinting sharpness of the needle moving closer and closer, until suddenly he stilled in an awful deathly anticipation. He wanted to close his eyes, to believe this was all a nightmare, a horrible terrifying dream, the needle touched him, punctured his skin, a droplet of blood formed, the tip pushing gently deeper, entering the swollen vein. It was stinging, he watched helplessly as the plunger slowly depressed to the bottom. He was screaming, screaming inside his head, as he saw the drug pumped into him. The visitor slowly withdrawing the now empty syringe, dabbing the spot gently with the cotton wool he produced from nowhere.

"Now Leanne, now feel me release the excitement into your body, prepare to give yourself to me Leanne."

The visitor gently reached for the strap around his arm, the strap they both knew was all that stood between him and the terrible terrifying possessing drug flooding his system. The endless screaming in his head descending into whimpers as he shivers unable to do anything but watch. 

"Watch Leanne, watch." That electronic, evil evil, hateful sound. 

The strap suddenly frees in the visitors hand, the drug jetting into his bloodstream, flooding through him. His arm feels suddenly hot, his head like it would explode, his heartbeat trebling, the drug coursing through his veins demanding more and more adrenalin.

"You will love it Leanne, you WILL love it, want more and more, so so easy to become addicted and you are already, aren't you, my sissy prostitute slut." The robot voice seemed to form in visions of robots in a white brightness. Robots with cocks, huge cocks, pulsing machines.

In that dream the visitor seemed to stand, open a robe an erect thing appearing huge and throbbing to his eyes. Somehow he was on his knees, was he on his knees, the gag was gone, he felt sick, his head against the floor, his body on fire, every touch like it was a hundred times the sensation. He was sure his panties were being pulled down, not that he really knew, he could only feel the burning cool, the sensation of it all. What was the noise, the girlish, whimpering, whimpering, moaning. He felt something rubbing between his cheeks, something hot, burning against him, opening him, the pain was somewhere, such a strange strange pain, a great black beast was on him, riding him. He thought his head would explode, the moaning louder and louder, fuelling his confusion, the feelings inside him like nothing he'd ever felt before, every nerve in his body vibrating to it. Then the sudden blackness rushing upon him in nauseous waves of oblivion as he collapsed on the floor in the sleep of stupor, fired by nightmares of sexual frenzies in his head. 

In his waking moment, his tongue felt huge, swollen, dry, his head throbbing, eyes glued together, squinting in the dim light as he lay there naked on the rug. Naked save for the cuffs still behind him and the terrible pink chastity still gripping him. He squinted, peeped, trying to focus, there was a noise in the background, it was the television, he lay there for a while, just listening, he didn't know how long, not making sense of the sound until his head cleared a little. Then realising by the groans and moans that it must be sex, he peeped again, struggling to focus, the picture cleared a little, two men appeared to be on another, a small man between them, tied, struggling to get free, was he dreaming still. He moved his head to look around, his head hurt and it was a struggle to see further than the television in front of him, that television, those pictures, those awful pictures, dominating his waking moments. The feet when he saw them,, were bare, feet and legs, bare, it was all he could see.

"I'm glad you're awake at last Leanne, my gay little sissy slut, I've been waiting patiently for you, we are going to have so much fun now, aren't we?" the voice breathed, his terror returning at the words and its electronic inhumanity as he found himself quivering, trembling with a cold cold fear.



The Visitor Ch. 05



I am continuing this story, this experience in the first tense, I thought it would make it more real if I did and I found it easier to describe my feelings this way.

I hope you like it, again I have a problem categorising it and again I apologise for the shortness of the piece, as you can imagine it is emotional to write about it.

*****

The feet moved, the visitor standing up, walking silently over to me, I was trying to swallow, my throat so dry, lips feeling somehow swollen, I tried to speak, to beg to be freed, inside my head I was pleading to be released, but I could hardly manage a croak. 

The robot voice buzzed again, "Your throat is so dry isn't it slut, you're gasping for a drink now aren't you? but don't worry baby, I'm going to take you for a drink ."

The visitor reached down, a hand slipping under my arm, lifting me to my feet 

"Come on slut, stand up, there's a good girl"

I tottered weakly against the visitor, the arm around me holding me upright, guiding me along on legs I could hardly feel. My head was down, I felt so tired and terribly afraid too, that fear bubbling constantly inside me. I hadn't looked at the visitor, hadn't wanted to, hadn't dared. We walked out of the lounge through the hall and the kitchen into the extension, the extension I had told my online Dom about, built for visitors with its privacy door and its lock and key, housing the bedsit with its double bed and ensuite wet room. So far unused, but stupidly offered to him as a place to stay. The visitor lead me across the bedroom, the wooden floor cool on my bare feet, then into the tiled silver and black wet room. On the shelf beside me I saw a pink collar, a dogs collar, a slaves collar, the shiny silver dangling label engraved, slut.

"A present for you slut" the electronic voice was chilling, it's every word terrorising me.

The visitor slowly let me slide to the floor, my trembling legs too weak to support me, the hands lifting my chin and the collar sliding cooly around my neck, it's buckle tightening it around me. The visitor showed me the little silver padlock, dangling it in front of my eyes, before using it to lock the collar in place. I was quivering now, as if cold, but it wasn't the cold, it was the abject fear at what was happening to me, my abject fear at being unable to stop it. I croaked a soft whimper through my dry swollen lips, a whimper was all I could manage to plead for my release. Magically the visitor produced a chain, like a dogs lead, it's steel links shining in the light from the sunken lights in the ceiling. Struggling now, finding some strength from somewhere I tried to wriggle my wrists free of the cuffs behind me, whilst pulling away from him, trying to evade the clipped end of the chain I knew was to be fastened to that damned collar, but it wasn't enough and the robot voice chuckled at the sound of the clip fastening.

"Good girl, now we have to fix you fast haven't we?" 

I could have wept, could have cried my eyes out in the frustrated weakness I felt, how could I have let this happen to me, how could I have allowed myself to be treated this way by this, this visitor who yet seemed to arouse and possess me so easily, why had I done it why hadn't I said no, fought him off, stopped him.

The ring in the wall by the skirting board was new, I hadn't put it there, I had never seen it before, I followed the hand as it slid along the chain, my brain wooly and slow unable to understand, the spring clip on its other end sliding into the hand and with a sure finality the visitor brought it down and clipped it into the ring.

"There now my slut, look at me" that terrible inhuman voice made me quiver afraid to, yet eventually obeying its command and I slowly looked up at my captor.

The visitor was hooded, a black shining rubber hood, a jutting metallic mesh where the mouth was, the head and faceless features almost inhuman, terrifying. I whimpered again in my fear, then tearing my eyes away from that primeval mask, I glanced down. Omg I gasped, The visitor was wearing my own dressing gown, the one from behind my bedroom door upstairs, the bedroom I shared with my wife, the wife who was in work that day, unaware of her stupid husband's plight. I wriggled harder now, pulling at my bonds, oh my god I have to get free, I have to stop this, awful thoughts were rushing around my brain.

The visitor undid the dressing gown, turning to hang it on a hook by the door, his body lithe and muscular, turning back his cock thick and heavy swayed before my eyes.

"I promised you a drink didn't I, my little gay slut?"

I was gasping nervously now, my cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, wanting to tell him, no no I'm not gay I'm not, I'm a married man, yet I was unable to take my eyes off the visitors full manhood as I knelt there chained in front of him.

"You can't wait can you slut?" That inhuman voice was dragging me in and suddenly all I could see, all I could focus on was the visitors cock. I was confused, I knew what was coming and it terrified me, yet my own stupid clit began tingling and throbbing in its pink plastic prison.

"Leanne? Look at your Master" it was the first time he had used my online name, whimpering, my tongue trying to wet my dry swollen lips, I looked up at him.

He held his cock now in both hands, slipping back his foreskin revealing that hot purple head, it's eye pointing at me. When he began to pee, it took me by surprise, up to then it had been a slow motion almost erotic hypnotic revealing of his sex, then his hot urine hit me. It cascaded down my face making me blink, my eyes stinging, I jerked back in revulsion, in horror at this terrible debasement, he played his jet, controlling it as he did, down over my chest and for seconds over my entrapped chastity, then he stopped.

"Oh but Leanne you are thirsty aren't you." I shook my head in a terrified no, but he had threatened this many times in our on line conversations. He brought his big cock closer and closer to my face until it touched my lips, it's heat a burning kiss as I tried evading him but I'd come to the end of the small freedom the chain had allowed me.

"Open your mouth Leanne, kiss me properly my little slut"

I was whimpering, gasping, trying to stop it, anything to prevent it, but eventually my lips opened to him

"Good girl Leanne"

i whimpered loudly, then his flow began again, the jet of hot acrid urine, pouring over my tongue, hitting the back of my mouth.

"Swallow, Leanne, drink, drink your Masters wine," the head of his penis went further into my mouth until I was gulping, choking and burping on his unstoppable fountain as it poured down my throat, filling my empty stomach. 

I have no idea how long he peed in me, no idea that his cock was growing and stiffening as he did it until I was debased, broken and utterly lost to him. I felt so thankful that the horrible experience had stopped that I didn't realise that his now hot stiff manhood was sliding back and fore over my tongue, deeper and deeper into my mouth, until the sudden realisation that his now engorged cock was each time hitting the back of my throat.

"You want your Master's seed inside you don't you Leanne, my little gay slut"

I gagged trying to say no, to pull away, to scream for him to stop it , nooo, Nooo, I'm not gay, I'm a married man I don't want this. But he was holding me now, using my mouth, plunging his stiffness in and out pushing further at each thrust, his mushroom head throbbing full and ready.

He was breathing deeply, yet he was in control, dominating me, his electronic voice talking in short sentences building my terror as he spoke.

"I'm going to feed you my cum Leanne, ejaculate down your throat, fill your stomach where you will digest it, your body will gobble it up, you won't be able to stop it as it, enters your blood stream. you'll know, you'll feel it as it transports my seed to every cell of your body. My orgasm, my power my presence, my genetic code, it will penetrate every fragment of your flesh and become a part of it.i will possess you Leanne, you are going to be mine, my gay slut Leanne."

I was screaming inside, wildly panicked, nooo noooo he couldn't, he couldn't, he musnt. He held me tight thrusting deep into me, stopping my breath choking me and suddenly he was coming, great spurts of his semen ejaculating into me and I couldn't stop him I just couldn't stop him, the terrible thoughts of his words coursing through me as I swallowed it all unable to stop it, my body begging for breath making me almost suck every last drop of his masterful dominating seed.

He finally pulled his wilting cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath in complete debased horror as he wiped it over my lips.

"Good girl Leanne, I can see you loved that, didn't you," his bare foot was between my legs, lifting my entrapped clit with his toes, my own sticky dribble a crazy unbelievable embarrassing evidence that I'd responded to him even though I was sure I'd hated every second of what he done, I felt odd, confused a nervous submissiveness sweeping over me.

"You are gay now Leanne, a homosexual, you'll yearn for cock, but don't worry I'll make sure you get plenty, I know lots of men who are going to love to fuck a sissy like you. Women won't excite you at all anymore, will they? But don't worry about your lovely wife, she's going to be mine now and I promised you a replacement too and you'll meet her soon" the laughter was all the more evil with that terrible tone less electronic voice.



The Visitor Ch. 06



The shower when it came on surprised me, he had the shower head in his hand and played the spray up and down over my body, I blinked, recoiling in my shock and looked up at him, the shower gel squirted at me.

"I like a clean sissy"

I just hated that alien electronic voice so much, but I knelt there in front of him only too glad to be rid of the smell of his urine. He kept the spray going until the soap suds had gone, then turned it off, before taking the pink towel my wife and I had chosen so carefully for the ensuite. He wiped me awkwardly with it until he finally unclipped the chain and pulled me to my feet where I quivered weakly, in fearful humiliation as he finished drying me all over!

My arms felt dead, cramped and aching as he pulled me out from the wet room and over to the bed, in my head I was screaming, let me go, stop this, you've had your fun, but in reality I felt weak and unable to struggle and all I could manage was a few whimpered words. He ignored them and with a swift movement had me on my back on the bed, my cuffed wrists trapped beneath me. 

"This is when I have to sedate you Leanne, I won't put you to sleep but I don't want you wriggling and damaging my property" that hateful robot sound again.

I had no idea what he meant I felt confused, the effect of the white drug still making my brain wooly and slow. I was still battling with the meaning of his words when I saw the needle, the very sight of it striking terror into me, I squeaked wriggling and writhing in a terrified horror afraid of another dose of that poison.

"Don't worry Leanne, I know you love it, but we won't waste your special medicine on this, you are only having a harmless sedative for now, there will be plenty of time for you to have your fun later" that laugh that terrible laugh such a horrible evil rendition made worse by the electronic synthesiser.

He half climbed onto the bed, on top of me, the syringe in his right hand, his knee on my chest holding me down. The dressing gown, my dressing gown which I saw he was again wearing, opened revealing his stiffening manhood as it did so. I felt his cock touching my side, hot and hard as he leaned over. My head was full, buzzing , a mixture of terror, hate, loathing coursing through me, carefully, slowly he pushed the needle into my upper arm. The sedative made me relax almost immediately , all tension seeming to flow out of my body, leaving me lying there in an unfeeling comatosed daze. 

I knew from my online chats that the visitor, this man, this master, was a man of learning. He seemed important, well to do and his knowledge of human anatomy and emotion had often lead me to suspect that he was a doctor at least. His actions bore out my suspicions as it was obvious that he knew his way around drugs and his methods were practiced and professional. In our chats he had teased me with threats of many things that he said he would do to me, he had told me I would have no choice and this had thrilled aroused and excited me. Of course it was all online thrills, so distant from real life, it was just sexy fun. The trouble was the more we chatted the more I came to only think of him and I knew my marriage was struggling because of it. He had asked for my email addresses, my phone numbers, my home address and I'd submissively given them to him. Then over a period of a couple of weeks he'd asked for all my wife's details too, her email her phone, everything. At first I'd refused, at first I'd said no, but he excited me and aroused me so much I'd given in and given them to him. I sensed that he had begun to chat to her, even actually ringing her and telling her about me.

I said before I wasn't gay, it was true, I'd never fancied men, I loved my wife, yes I'd dressed up in private, but like so many closet dressers, but it didn't involve men. Just my own private fun. That is until I started chatting to people on the Internet. 

I'm a natural submissive, I have always been and after getting the arousal from chatting to a dominant person on line it became a drug. At first I sought out dominant women, but they were few and almost always only interested in making money, until one day I'd started chatting to a man. 

It had been fun and curiously had given me similar arousals to my previous chats, yet still I adamantly felt that this had no bearing on my sexuality. A day had come, however when I had had a very torrid time in work and at home, losing my job with the resultant rows with my wife. I dressed as an escape, I'm sure cross dressers are into escapism from life's struggles, but this particular day it seemed I needed more than that and I made the mistake of going on line dressed and already feeling submissive and I admit a little aroused.

It was coincidence, pure coincidence that He came across me in that chat room and we began to chat. He told me that he never usually went into the chat room and he encouraged me to give him my messenger details so that we could communicate easier. From that day on he gradually eroded my entire life, sending me little presents, making me do things and asking for pictures to prove I'd done them. We chatted and texted every day.

Of course I was in control of my own mind, wasn't I? 

No, he was slowly taking over my every waking thought, it was he that made me think of myself as a sissy, believe that I was a sissy. He sent me pictures in moments of my heightened arousal, sissy pictures at first. Then slowly he dragged me in further, with pictures of men's cocks and men with men and during those erotic arousing oh so sexy chats just as he knew he had me close to climax he made me say I was gay. It was a lie, I knew it was, I wasn't gay, I was battling inside my head to reject the merest thought, but he groomed me more and more until the very sight of an erect cock aroused me. 

It was then he told my wife I was gay, she didn't believe him, she asked me if I was and I laughed in rejection of the very thought, until he copied small parts of my chats to her. He was very clever he edited them well making it look as if I was telling him what I was. She was horrified and even though I promised and told her it was all nonsense, just a game, she had lost trust in me. She made me sleep in the little single bedroom rejecting me from our bed and stupidly I told him, just as I stupidly told him everything. He chatted to me there at night on my own in my little bed, chatted to me, teasing me until I climaxed to him. I tried then to give him up, I tried and tried, really hard I tried, but like a drug I couldn't do without him. 

In going back to him he knew he had broken me, he knew he had a control over me and unable to stop myself I had agreed to his visit. Now here I was, at his mercy and regretting it, my life about to be destroyed, I was about to lose my wife, lose everything and all because of my own stupid cross dressing fantasies.

These thoughts rumbled round and round in my brain as he left the room and returned, case in hand. He placed it on the stand I had carefully constructed inside the bedroom door, then he opened it. The rows of vials and bottles glinted in the light as I looked dreamily at them, my eyes blinking slowly, sleepily, this is all just a dream a sexy nightmare, darkness was closing around me, I wanted to rest my eyes' just rest them a bit, a tiny doze and it would all be gone. I relaxed completely mmmm so sleepy.

It was all a dream, wasn't it? I stretched,my eyes still closed, my arms sliding around my naked body, the sheet over me making me feel somehow cosy and content. All just a dream, but God what a sexy dream, phew I wish I could just turn dreams on and off, it would make me look forward to going to bed.

I came too a little further, my chest felt funny, sort of tight, a pressure almost as if something had hit me there, a band of tightness, it felt odd. I must have slept awkwardly and I slid my hands over myself to rub away the ache. My chest seemed swollen, I knew I had male boobs, they had developed over the years, but somehow now they felt more pronounced, bigger, that felt so weird, I must still be dreaming.

My fingers grazed my nipples as I moved, it made me gasp. They were erect, stiff, sticking out like little thumbs, like nothing I'd ever felt before and I suddenly realised that they were itching madly. I turned laying there on my back, they were touching the sheet over me, rubbing on it. I brought my fingers to them, starting to rub them, tug at them,they seemed so big, so sensitive, I just had to scratch their itch. The feeling was throbbing right down into my tummy, into my groin and as I rubbed them the stiffer they got the urge growing more and more, my sex tingling as I did so.

I opened my eyes, what the hell was I doing, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, trying to give myself a shake but my head was going round and round. On the bedside table beside me was a glass of water, a bottle two thirds full beside it, my Lips were feeling so dry, my throat too feeling suddenly strained and painful as I tried to swallow. I picked up the glass, my hand trembling so much I had to use both hands to steady it. The first sip, the taste metallic but the coolness in my throat beautifully soothing. I drank, draining it quickly. My head was at least clearing a little, awkwardly and still trembling I poured another and drank it too, I'd never felt so thirsty before, the third glass was half finished when I noticed the clock, it said 4pm. 

The sight shook me to my senses, crikey my wife would be home by 5.30, but where was he? Had it all been a dream, but no he must have gone, left me when I went to sleep. I tried to pull myself together, there wasn't time to wonder about him anyway, I just had to hurry, I didn't have long to get myself straight and to tidy up whatever mess he'd left.

Weakly, still trembling all over, I threw the sheet back to get out of bed, my head was spinning, but I stood, my legs like jelly, holding on to the bedside table for support. Gradually I felt a little better and straightened to walk towards the door telling myself to get moving. Suddenly I caught a sight of my self in the mirror as I did so. I froze, the double take leaving me staring at my reflection. Omg what had he done to me? The pink chastity its noticeable colour still locked, enclosing my sex, but worse than that, it seemed that I had boobs, small boobs, real boobs, not man boobs but curving female ones. They weren't large but they were noticeable and protruding and capped by erect dark swollen nipples. I almost fainted, it was impossible it couldn't be. I wanted to touch them, to feel them again, they couldn't be real. I Shook myself to try and pull myself together, I didn't have time for this, five minutes had gone already, I'd have to cover them, hide them from her until I had time to investigate, but right now I had to hide the evidence of his visit. 

I got to the door, my heart already thumping with the shock of seeing myself and trying to steady my nerves I grabbed the handle. I pulled it, still walking ready to go through it as I did so. I banged into the door, it had remained closed, a surge of fear ran through me and I rattled the knob pulling trying to get it open. I heard a muffled voice, then footsteps on the other side of the door, my heartbeat rising dramatically, noo noo, he was surely gone, please god he couldn't still be here!

The key entered the lock on the other side, it's rattle and click making me totter back towards the bed, looking for somewhere to hide. The door began to open and I grabbed the towel still draped over the end of the bed holding it in front of me to try to cover my humiliating nakedness .

He walked in, fully dressed, smart trousers, shiny black shoes, expensive white shirt and blue tie. I was blushing before he even spoke.

"Did you enjoy your sleep Leanne, it seems my sedative was too strong for my little gay slut."

"What have you done to me" I started to say, but my voice sounded funny, high pitched, squeaky,my throat was tight. I tried again until I was almost whispering to make my words clear.

He laughed, "well that's a success" then in a swift movement he pulled my towel out of my grasp leaving me standing there naked.

I let out a squeak trying to use my hands to hide myself, he slapped them down, "behave yourself Leanne, or I'll cuff you again." He spat. I should have hit back at him then, should have pushed him away, told him to go, leave me alone. In truth I felt so weak and totally submissive that all I did was stand there meekly obedient in front of him, my hands quivering to my sides, looking down at his shiny shoes.

"Mmmm, good." His hands reached out as he spoke, touching, stroking and lifting those frighteningly, unwelcome, breasts protruding from my chest. It felt so weird, his fingers moving to my nipples which were idiotically and uncontrollably throbbing and erect. His touch was sending mad sensations through my body into the pit of my tummy, my little cock in its pink prison tingling madly in response. I couldn't control the whimper as he did it and the smile on his face told me he knew exactly what it was doing to me.

"Let me explain Leanne, just to make things clear in your silly little head." His voice was quiet yet strong, as if telling something to a child "I told you I was going to give you breasts, after all, men love breasts and they'll love yours too Leanne. You are very lucky, you have had an innovative non invasive procedure, still very much on trial. You have had injections all around your breast and nipple areas, the injections are a natural Aloe based compound.

He was stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples as he spoke, keeping me quivering in slack jawed arousal unable to move, hardly able to take in his terrible words. 

"Aloe In this form is a healing combining gel and it has been injected directly into the fatty tissue in your chest. It does two things, it combines with the cells of your body where it's been injected and it is very strongly hygroscopic. In fact over a period of twenty four to forty eight hours it should more than treble in size as it absorbs water from your body, becoming a stiff jelly like consistency throughout your own fatty breast tissue. You should have size D breasts quite quickly and if we aren't happy with that, then it's a simple procedure to increase them further."

I whimpered in a squirming mixture of total horror yet I was so aroused at his touch as he gently pinched and plucked my nipples. He went on, warming to his subject, seeing me so weak in his grip and enjoying explaining his evil brilliance

"In addition the beauty of this Aloe compound is I can mix any chemical with it and it can store it for a very slow and continuous absorption into your body." He was smiling, his eyes glinting, "just for you, Leanne, my sexy little gay sissy, I've mixed a high dosage of female hormones, to develop your effeminate side and for a little additional fun, a highly illegal drug that greatly enhances your libido. Or in other words will make you want sex all the time my little slut." And he laughed, that horrible evil laugh of his.

I nearly fainted then, at the thought of what he said combined with the terrible teasing of my seemingly growing throbbing nipples.I ended sitting on the side of the bed as he stood there smiling.

"You, you can't it it's impossible" I squeaked, my voice small and I put my hand to my throat which felt curiously tight.

"Oh yes I can and I have Leanne" he looked cross that I'd questioned him "and what's more I've injected you in the cheeks of your bottom and I've given you a little nick in your voice box "

My eyes opened wide in shock, my hand feeling oddly small as I massaged my throat, my gasped "noo" a childishly small pitched voice.

"yes Leanne, but don't worry, I've only given you a small injection in the cheeks of your bottom, to fill you out a little, after all we don't want a big assed waddling sissy do we?"

Swallowing and trying to speak slower, softer, in a vain attempt to lower my stupidly high pitched tones "my voice, what can I do about my voice, omg what will my wife, my my umm Hazel say" I sounded like a sleazy boy girl and tears stung my eyes.

"Shall we ask her Leanne?" He turned to walk to the door and I jumped up in a terrified panic

"Omg omg she isn't here, she isn't here omg nooo" my childish voice made me sound stupid, but a truly terrifying humiliation was burning through me as I looked for somewhere to run somewhere to hide.

He reached the chest of drawers by the door, pulling the third one open he took out a flimsy baby doll nightie and panties, throwing them to me.

"Here, you'd better make yourself look respectable for her, quickly, put them on."



The Visitor Ch. 07



Thank you for all your support and comments on my story so far. 

*****

Whimpering, my face on fire, my body quivering in an almighty panic of humiliation, I had no choice, I needed something to hide behind, something to cover my glaring nudity with. I put on the flimsy sheer baby doll nightie and it's panties in a trembling nightmare of impending doom, then looking down at myself I felt I would die from the sheer embarrassment of my appearance, my feminised and chastised body teasingly framed by the humiliatingly slutty outfit. My brain screaming out in a terrible anguish filling my head at the thought of my lovely wife seeing me like me this.

Satisfied with my reactions and seeing that his sissy was dressed ready, he turned to the door and opening it, going out he called her name, my wife's name, my lovely wife's name, he was calling for her whilst I stood there a quivering mess, wishing I was dead, in an indescribable mental anguish.

The return was an accompanied footstep and shuffle outside the door which swung open until he came in with my wife, omg I could hardly bring myself to look at her, wishing the ground would swallow me up. I made a first terrifyingly humiliating glance up, she was standing there looking at me...it was my wife, well at least she was dressed as my wife, until I realised she was in fact a doll. An expensive type of sex doll, at first glance looking amazingly realistic and very much like my wife. I could have collapsed on the floor in relief, I can't tell you how relieved I was, the painful humiliation of her seeing me like this ebbed, and leaving me an emotional hell.

"Well aren't you going to say hello to Hazel? Aren't you going to give her a kiss and tell her how glad you are to see her?"

I looked at him, then her and then I remembered, it was just as he'd threatened in our chats online.

"Go on, greet her"

My embarrassment returned in a blush and I looked from him to her, where he held her up standing beside him, just as tall as him. "Hello love" my little voice almost a whisper, blushing red as I said it

"Come and give her a kiss, you have to give your wife a kiss when you see her, I shouldn't have to tell you that, now kiss your wife"

I went over to the doll, feeling so weird on so many fronts, she was fully dressed and taller than me, I was wearing a teeny see through baby doll nightie and had to stand on my tiptoes to reach her. On top of that, now I had boobs, my nipples erect and my little throbbing cock imprisoned in that terrible pink prison.

"Kiss her Leanne, kiss your wife." His voice was low and soft.

I couldn't take my eyes off her face, there was a tightness a throbbing in my tummy and for some foolish reason I was feeling excited.

"Kiss your wife Leanne, she wants you to kiss her, she expects you to kiss her, show her that you love her Leanne, now kiss her."

I reached forward onto my tip toes and brought my lips gently to hers.

"No Leanne, she's your wife, hold her, kiss her properly, she wants to feel you still love her."

I stepped closer and he pushed her to me, making me put my arms around her before she fell.

"Now kiss and cuddle your wife Leanne." His voice buzzed in my ear.

The dolls eyes realistic, piercing looked into mine and I kissed her. Softly at first, then holding her tight to me, still on my toes, I kissed her harder.

"Kiss her properly Leanne." The words seemed to float around my head, had he said it or had I thought it? Closing my eyes I pushed my tongue between her lips, I knew my wife didn't normally like me doing it, but my tongue is small and she had occasionally allowed me to push it between her lips for a special kiss. Her mouth opened then as we kissed and her own tongue slipped out surprising me as it emerged, soft, thick and yet stiff too, making my own tongue seem even smaller than ever.

The stupid excitement, the foolish arousal was taking over and I found myself holding her tight against me and for some foolish reason I was sucking on her beautiful, horrid ever growing tongue in an increasingly passionate erotic kiss. My crazy boobs with my maddening nipples erect and throbbing, demanding attention as I rubbed them against her, moaning on her tongue in our embrace.

"Slip your hand under your wife's skirt Leanne."

She seemed more real by the second now and what he was telling me to do was wrong, I shouldn't be doing this to my wife in front of him like this. I hesitated a second, but then as always I couldn't help myself obeying him as my rising sexual excitement bubbled through me. I dropped one hand down her side, feeling for the hem of her skirt as I continued kissing her, sucking on her oh so sexy rude tongue, slipping my fingers beneath it, my hand sliding almost naturally upwards over her thigh.

"Show me her knickers Leanne, show me your wife's sexy bottom." That voice was in my head again, that teasing arousing suggestive voice.

I whimpered softly, entrapped in the kiss, which I stupidly couldn't seem to get enough of, rubbing my begging nipples harder and harder against her as I held her tightly. My hand slid upwards lifting her skirt, revealing her knicker clad bottom to him.

"Your wife has such a pretty bottom Leanne, just begging to be fucked." The whisper seemed right in my ear, a buzz of jealousy tightening inside me.

"Touch your wife's cunt Leanne, slip your fingers between her legs where she wants them." 

Panting in my excitement I slid my hand around between her legs, my fingers straying there. My little cock in its pink plastic prison pulsing and throbbing in a mixture of pain and arousal as my fingers slid over her knickers feeling the shape of her clitoris, erect and hard against my finger tips. Stupidly I found myself rubbing her almost expecting a wetness there.

"She wants you Leanne, push her onto the bed Leanne."

She moved we moved, sort of tottered and fell and somehow she was lying half on the bed, her feet still on the floor, her skirt around her waist, her lacy knickers in full view. 

"Pull your wife's knickers down Leanne, show me your wife's pussy, show me, you know you want to Leanne."

Suddenly I was on my knees in front of her, unable to stop myself, sliding my hands up her legs, up to the waistband of her knickers. I was in a dream, it was real, she was lying there wanting, I slipped my quivering fingers under it and began to pull them down gently, over her hips.

"That's it Leanne, show me your wife's pussy, reveal it to me, bare your wife to your master." 

Whimpering and panting, I was completely under his spell, I was pulling my wife's knickers down for him, showing her to him. I couldn't stop myself now, slowly I pulled them down her thighs, down her legs and off over her feet, her legs parting slightly as I did so, revealing her large stiffly erect clitoris and the tight lips of her sex. I gasped at the sight, my stupidly childish tone a chilling reminder of what he'd done to my voice.

"Kiss it Leanne, she wants it, kiss it for her, kiss it. Lick your wife's cunt wet for her, you can see she's begging for it."

Without even taking my eyes off her pussy, I crawled between her legs spreading them further as I did, in my head this was my wife and I could only focus on her there.

"Kiss your wife, kiss her Leanne, lick her cunt for her"

The words in my head pushed me on and I brought my lips down, kissing her stiffly erect clitoris and in seconds I was sucking it and kissing her there in a crazy stupid sexual fuelled ecstasy, my imprisoned cock throbbing and pulsing wantonly as I did so. I pushed my little tongue madly against her, her tight, tight lips hardly parting as I tried my best to probe through them to her inner sex.

"You want to fuck your wife Leanne, don't you?"

I was panting flushed in my excitement now.

"Don't you Leanne?" 

I nodded "Yss" hardly trusting myself to think.

"Do you want me to unlock you, so you can fuck your wife Leanne?"

Those words enforced his control over me, my heartbeat rising as he said them.

"Do you Leanne?"

I nodded again "Yssss"

"Then ask me nicely Leanne, beg you're Master to unlock you."

I hardly hesitated, I was desperate for her, "Please, please Master, please unlock me." My stupid childish voice causing a terrible feeling of humiliation to course through my body even as I spoke those words.

"That's a good girl, now stand in front of me Leanne" 

I stood excited like a stupid schoolgirl in front of him my hands to my sides. Slowly he pulled my panties down just enough to reveal that horrible pink prison, then taking a key from his pocket, he slid his hand beneath my trembling pink tube, steadily undoing the padlock before gently pulling it off my poor soft tingling cock.

"There, there's your little clit Leanne, safe and sound,"His cool hand held me as he spoke. 

Then still holding me he picked up a tube of gel from the floor with his other hand, it looked like lubricant and it was opened as if prepared ready, In my excitement I tried to read the wording on it through his fingers and suddenly made out the word numbing on the tube too late to move. I gasped as he squeezed some onto me, it was icy cold and he spread it carefully all over my buzzing cock, almost freezing it, making me shrink even more. He dropped the tube and produced a packet, it said size - small, super thick, ultra safe condom on its label as he tore it open. The condom was a thick rubber, thicker than I'd ever seen before and I whimpered wriggling in embarrassment as he struggled in difficulty rolling it on to me, my cock half flaccid and almost too small for it as I strove to will myself bigger

"Now I'll give you five minutes Leanne that should be ample time to fuck your wife, but hurry I'm setting the timer on my watch now."

I turned back towards her feeling embarrassed and panicky and honestly with little or no feeling in my cock. I climbed up between her legs clumsily over her, looking down into her face with those piercing green eyes, her tongue still crudely out as if calling me to kiss her again. I did just that, dropping my right hand between my legs trying to masturbate myself into an erection as I did so.i struggled, willing my little cock to stiffen, finally persuading a little growth, it was tingling madly, but still mainly soft and I couldn't feel a thing through that horrible rubber. I readjusted my position, pushing my soft throbbing cock against her tight tight lips, using my fingers to try and push myself into her, I felt so frustrated. Spreading her legs further I began rubbing myself harder against those tight lips, using my hand, my fingers as a splint but my poor cock still refused to stiffen it just rubbed against her, she refusing to open, refusing me entry to her.

"What's the matter Leanne, doesn't your wife excite you anymore, doesn't she turn you on, I can see your wife isn't giving you an erection is she?" He paused, letting it sink in as he watched me struggle in huge embarrassment. "I bet if it was an erect cock, a man's cock, you'd be much more excited Leanne." 

Idiotically, his words sent a small spasm of stupid humiliating excitement through me and watching my every move as closely as he was, he could see even the slightest effect.

"I told you, you are a gay sissy Leanne, women don't excite you anymore, even your poor sexy wife's throbbing pussy isn't turning you on, is it?"

I whimpered, panicking further, trying even harder to get my poor soft cock between the lips of her pussy.

"Two minutes Leanne"

I was getting more and more frustrated, almost in tears as I rubbed myself against her, humping against her stiff clitoris, my sorry soft cock tingling and yearning, yet if anything it was smaller now than when I started.

"Your wife just doesn't turn you on does she Leanne? You need a man to make you cum, don't you Leanne? Thirty seconds." 

I was whimpering in frustration rubbing quicker, harder, trying everything, desperate to enter her, desperate to prove I was a man, desperate to cum.

"Ok my gay little sissy, you've had your chance, come on girl, we'll have to look into other ways for you and your wife to have sex won't we?"

He half lifted my quivering form off her, the rubber dropping from me,, fully revealing my cock a small soft numb thing between my legs as I began to sob, I couldn't help it all my emotions just came to the surface and I burst into tears.

"Ahhhhhh, there, there, baby," he pulled me towards him "Now stand still for your master, there's a good girl." I just stood there crying stupidly, the mixture of emotions over the last hour had all become too much to bear and I just cried, broken, defeated, weak, frustrated and totally submissive. Through my tears I noticed the small shiny silver tube, less than half the size of the dreaded pink plastic prison. Slowly in my wrecked state a realisation formed in my befuddled brain and I let out a weak gasp of horror in my childish little voice, "Noooo"

"Oh yes Leanne, yes."



The Visitor Ch. 08



This is a continued story of my experience with an online master that became a reality.

*****

He knelt in front of me pulling me closer to him as I whimpered through fresh tears, my fight seemingly gone out of me. Why oh why didn't I just kick him away then, why didn't I push him over, run out of the door, run, hide. I couldn't call the police, I knew I couldn't do that, I couldn't scream for help, they'd just take one look at me looking like that and think I was, I, I was, well a pervert, a sissy, a, a, a, gay man arguing with my lover, it would be merely a domestic in their eyes and they would smirk and laugh at me, I couldn't stand that humiliation. Anyway I was too scared to move, too weak and oh my god, I admit it, I felt too submissive to him, he had control over me and we both knew it. He slipped the metal ring around my stem, beneath my testicles, closing it tighter and tighter until it clicked shut gripping me painfully. The shiny curiously shaped silver tube with its odd little hole at the end was in his hand, hardly more than an inch long, I trembled to the core at the thought of it. 

He wriggled it over me, squeezing my testicles painfully at any sign of a stupid arousal until he had crammed me into it, pushing it closer and closer to the ring, pushing enclosing me tightly, oh so tightly until the pin slid between the two. I yelped in trembling whimpering terror, I couldn't survive like this, I couldn't, yet there was a pressure from that awful device tight against and beneath the head of it tickling me arousing me, making me tingle and throb at its unyielding touch. He screwed the pin in place with a curious tool until he seemed satisfied of its tightness then sat back on his heels to look at me. He could see from the expression on my face the feelings it was already giving me, the feelings I was battling with, my knees coming together my thighs closing around almost hiding my silver clad...clit.

"Don't worry Leanne, it's designed to keep you aroused, wait until we put the vibe bullet in it you'll love that, but for now, you'll get used to it as it is, just think it's my hand continuously tickling you there" 

I whimpered loudly, my eyes closing as I battled with the mixture of pain and humiliating excitement it was giving me.

"I have plenty of other types we can try for fun too, even one which actually slips down inside your clit which I'm sure you'll love." 

My head was screaming no, but I couldn't concentrate to speak I was just trying to stop myself from wriggling my thighs and my bum, which the horrible thing seemed to be making me want to do, in reaction to the feelings it was creating within me.

Turning he lifted her off the bed and standing her up he undressed her, as he would a woman, murmuring to her addressing her with my wife's name as he did so. He undid her skirt which he pushed over her hips, dropping it to the floor, rubbing himself erotically against her as he did. Slowly he proceeded to remove her clothes one by one in front of me, each time making a point of showing me what he had removed from my wife until she was naked.

"Kiss her Leanne, kiss your naked wife"

Struggling with my senses, my clit throbbing and buzzing in its tiny prison, I couldn't stop myself, I hadn't taken my eyes off them since he had lifted her off the bed. I tiptoed forward in a stupid, idiotic submissive reaction to his order and again found her in my arms, that rude tongue still sticking out at me.

"Hold your wife Leanne, kiss her and tell her you're sorry."

In a dream, I held her as he pushed her against me, her breasts against mine, the sheer material of my nightie all that was between us, my maddening nipples itching, wanting, as they touched hers. Stupidly I kissed her, holding her tightly, foolishly sucking her thick tongue again.

"Tell her Leanne, tell her you're sorry."

"I'm sorry" I whimpered softly, my voice sounding idiotically childish.

"I think I will pierce your tongue Leanne, men will love you lisping in that sexy little voice of yours."

A pulse was throbbing in my temple, the horror rising inside me again, my face flushed, "Nooo, nooo, please nooo." I squeeked 

"Yes, Leanne, oh yes, you have no choice, I am going to pierce your little tongue, they'll love it when you lisp. Now kiss her again."

Whimpering and tearful, as much frustrated with my own foolish aroused submissiveness as my hatred for him, I kissed her again, stupidly murmuring sorry to her between kisses as I did so. I heard him pull a chair over from its place in the corner, terrified at what evil he had planned next.

"Tell her you're a gay sissy Leanne, tell your wife you're a gay sissy."

I glanced at him, pleading with my eyes, don't make me do this.

"Tell her!" His shout made me jump.

"Sorry, sorry" I whimpered frightened by his explosion.

"Look at her and tell her, you slut."

I looked at her, into that face with the piercing green eyes and that protruding tongue. 

"I, I, I'm a, a, a gay sissy" I whispered

"Say her name, tell your wife properly Leanne."

I looked at him beseechingly, but his glare was enough, blushing deeply, my heart fluttering like a wildly beating wing in my chest, I looked at her again, looked into her eyes, those piercing eyes.

"Hazel, I I I am a a g gay sissy love."

"Good girl, now kneel there" taking her from me, he pointed to the floor in front of the chair.

Unwillingly, in nervous embarrassment I knelt as he sat her in the chair beside me.

"Now let's show her that you really are a gay sissy Leanne, let's show her what gay sissies do"

I looked up at him feeling very afraid and confused, stupidly embarrassed by being made to kneel in front of them like this. He adjusted her position on the chair.

"There your wife can see you properly now, she can sit and watch what a gay sissy her husband really is."

I glanced over at her naked lolling in the chair, those piercing green eyes seeming to be looking straight at me. I shivered yet my face was burning, my body trembling in an emotional hell, wanting it to stop, wanting him to just take her away and get out of my life. I sensed rather than saw him standing in front of me, the noise of his zipper like a knife cutting into my brain.

"This is what you want Leanne, isn't it? This is what you need." He pulled his already stiff member out inches from my face.

"Tea time, my little gay slut, time to feed you with your Masters seed again isn't it Leanne? Time to pump more of my sperm into your stomach, build up my genetic being throughout your body's cells, make you become more and more mine Leanne." He laughed that horrible laugh of his, the head of his cock almost touching my lips.

I looked up at him tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Please nooo, please nooo." I whimpered.

"Yes Leanne, oh yes" he laughed, his cock stiffening fully erect even as he did so, his whole domination of me obviously exciting him hugely.

"Now kiss my Cock, slut, show your wife, how much you love to suck cock."

He rubbed it against my lips as I rocked evasively back on my heels, its kiss hot and wet, I opened my mouth to beg him once again to please stop this, to let me go, but my voice was chocked off in a gasp as he took advantage of my open lips and he thrust forward between them into my poor defenceless mouth. 

"Now suck me, you gay slut" 

I gagged trying my best to use my tongue to stop him, bringing my hands up to his hips to try to push him away, my clit locked in that tiny shiny hell was throbbing uncontrollably its pressure against me and suddenly I was lost. Unable to concentrate anymore, almost as a reaction I was sucking him in stupid submission, my hands turning soft on his thighs as he slipped his around behind my head pulling me onto him.

"Good girl, good girl, that's it, suck your Master's cock, show Hazel, show your wife, show her how much you love it, see Hazel, see how your husband loves sucking cock, she can't get enough of it can she, she doesn't want cunt anymore she is only interested in cock now, you can see what a gay sissy she is."

His words fuelled my humiliation fuelled my submission, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth into my throat as I gasped for air on his throbbing twitching erection, his shining wet mushroom head in my throat, his eye opening.

"Swallow my seed slut swallow my cum, show your wife how much you want a man to fill you, show her how much of a gay sissy you are." Suddenly his hot jets were spurting down my throat as I whimpered choking, consuming, tears were stinging my eyes, yet my throbbing clit was dribbling in its prison, dribbling onto my bare feet, hating yet accepting, I was surely lost.

He pulled his wilting manhood from my mouth with a rude plop, as if to say I've had my pleasure, now I can carry on.

"You can see hazel, you've lost your husband, he only loves cock now, he loves men, dreams of men" 

I cowered in abject misery, looking at the floor shamefaced, ashamed, humiliated and embarrassed. Why oh why had I sucked him so readily, why hadn't I pushed him away, told him to F off. I was adamant in my mind, I'm not gay, I am not. Yet I'd sucked him, yet I'd cum a stupid dribble over my feet, I was more and more confused, hating him, hating myself, hating the world. I was crying, great heaving sobs, it seemed I was crying now more readily than I'd ever cried in my life, tears coming more easily than they had ever come, I just sat there and sobbed my heart out feeling broken and lost.

He brought the glass of water to me then, tablets in his hand.

"Come on baby, take these, I'll look after you, come on"

I took the tablets without question, still sobbing, allowing him to help me to my feet and lead me over to the bed, where he pulled back the duvet.

"In you get baby." He actually sounded concerned. 

I got miserably into bed and he pulled the duvet back over me. 

"Go to sleep baby girl" his voice was soft, as he walked over to the window and drew the curtains, the cool shade lulling and easing the throbbing pain in my head, my eyes shut in an emotional exhaustion, shutting out the horror as I drifted off to sleep.

I almost slept right through that night, the darkness wrapping me in a cloak of comfort, half waking only once in a sort of dream when I thought I heard noises in the house. It was curious, small sounds at first, was someone breaking in? I was disorientated, no idea where I was, thinking I was in our bedroom as usual. I listened hard, eyes still closed, then realised what the noises were, it sounded like someone was having sex. My mind buzzed drunkenly, who could it be, where was the sound coming from? In my half dreamlike state I thought I recognised it, It almost sounded like my wife, I could have sworn that it was her voice, her moans and sighs, distinctive as she climaxed, the sounds seemingly going on and on and on. My heart began pounding at the thought, a jealousy starting to course through my veins. I finally forced my weary eyes open, I had to find out, I whispered her name softly, for fear of waking her up. "Hazel" struggling to lift my head a little I looked beside me she lay there quietly, as she always did, soundlessly sleeping. It must have been a dream all along. I relaxed feeling my heart still beating hard, yet with a tingle of arousal, thinking how much I loved wet dreams like that. Then the darkness and that deep drugged induced sleep sucked me in and claimed me once again.

The call, the shake of my shoulder dragged my weary wandering soul back from its peaceful rest, the realisation of who it was sending my heart into fearful unbelieving palpitations. 

"Wake up you lazy little slut, you've got a busy day ahead of you." I opened my eyes in shocked horror to see he was no dream.

" I've brought you a drink, drink it up, then get into that shower and get yourself clean and smelling nice" I sat up groggily suddenly aware that my boobs seemed to have grown even larger during the night, they were more than noticeable now, they were in the way. I gasped, a hundred thoughts and feelings racing through me as I struggled to come to terms with what he'd evilly done to me, yet it was what he had made me beg for in our on line chats. He walked around to the other side of the bed as I slurped at the drink, trying to clear my head.

"We'd better get your wife up to, hadn't we? After all she doesn't want to be in the way does she?" Before I could react He pulled back the quilt from her sleeping form and I gasped in shock and stupid realisation to see the doll, her eyes blue and piercing looking at me, her tongue hidden somehow in her mouth. I could have screamed, my eyes popping out of my head, he was grinning at me.

"I presume the happy couple slept well?" He laughed that awful laugh, then he pulled her out of the bed. She was dressed in a pair of men's cotton pyjamas white with blue stripes, he stood her up, and slipping his hand between her legs he kissed her on her lips whilst he moved his fingers.

"I hope you slept well Hazel, now your gay sissy husband has a busy day ahead so perhaps you can wait in the kitchen." He went out of the door with her, cackling rudely as he did, then he looked back at me. 

"Shower now Leanne and quick about it."



The Visitor Ch. 09



This is the continuation of the story of my foolish submission to an online Master, who actually became my visitor and all the things that happened as a result. It describes how I slid further and further under his control, by his use of drugs, heavy persuasion and as he is a doctor, the changes he made to my body to prevent my escape from him.

This particular episode contains descriptions of enforced gay sex, if this material offends you, or if you are a minor, then please do not read on. This is very much an adult only description.

I have tried throughout this whole story to describe my inner most feelings at each moment as they happened, please excuse my repetitions they are my poor way of trying to convey the depth of my feelings. 

**************

The mood of utter shame and despondency drew over me like a black cloak. I'd somehow convinced myself that it had all been a dream, a wet dream and all would be normal again in the morning. I looked down at my boobs, full, peeping through the curtain of translucent material of my stupid baby doll nightie. My nipples dark and semi erect puckering it almost begging to be touched. A tear of frustration escaped my eyes, why, why, oh why?

I slipped out of my warm safe bed and with a heavy heart I headed into the shower. I knew it was useless trying the bedroom door, anyway where could I go dressed like this. The water was a cascade of warmth enveloping me, the shower cream a froth of soft scented bubbles over my smooth skin. The waxing he had persuaded me to stupidly agree to the week before in humiliating arousal had no grow back as yet. I washed myself trying to avoid my own tempting breasts, but they were begging, I was begging until it was unavoidable and I couldn't stand to ignore them any more, suddenly my soapy hands were all over them. Lifting, caressing smoothing, circling my nipples which were already erect, demanding, begging attention, until I was almost swooning under that steaming waterfall. My penis clit in its tiny silver prison throbbing, begging release, making me frustratingly wriggle my smooth thighs about it.

His voice, a sharp bark broke me from my trance, my heart leaping, the knot tightening in my stomach at the sound.

"Come on slut, you've had long enough in there now, what are you doing playing with yourself? Get a move on and get out here."

Reluctantly, nervously and wrapped in the fluffy pink towel he had left there for me, I finally emerged from the bathroom. He was dressed quite casually, shirt and chinos and he stood there with his hands on his hips.

"About time sissy, now get dressed." He gesticulated at the bed where a new clean equally revealing sheer black baby doll nightie with red piping at its hem, was draped, the matching panties, red bows at the hips, beside it on the bed. 

My eyes opened wide. "But, but." I began, my little voice sounding so small.

"Don't argue with me slut." He interrupted in an angry flash, "I didn't say you could speak. Now do as I told you, get dressed NOW." 

I jumped visibly at the last angry word and trembling nervously I dressed in the flimsy revealing garments. I was terrified of him, terrified of what terrible things he might do to me, yet my clit was throbbing in complete arousal in its tiny prison. Struggling to ignore that stupid foolish arousal, I started going over and over in my mind what I should do, push him away, push past him, knock him over, but in my heart I knew I just couldn't do it.

I finally stood there in front of him, a quivering mess in red faced humiliated embarrassment, my hands vainly trying to cover up my thinly veiled breasts and my imprisoned clit, so teasingly covered in that soft black translucency.

"Hands behind your back sissy." His voice was full of hidden menace and nervously I obeyed him, my stupid clit pulsing even as I did.

"Mmmmm," he grinned a lewd grin as he made a point of looking me up and down, knowing what the humiliation of it was doing to me. 

Slowly he walked around behind me, making me twitch as he touched my trembling bum. His hands softly closed around my upper arms, feeling cool as they slid down them, gently stroking them, taking my wrists, lifting them up behind my back as I just stood there meekly trembling in that oh so idiotic foolish arousal.

The click came as a shock, bringing me back down to earth in a sudden realisation that he had tricked me. I gasped, tugging to free my wrists in a whimpering horror to be helpless, bound and vulnerable to him once again. Smiling wickedly he took my arm and pulled me reluctantly round to the chair by the dressing table pushing me down onto it. Moving swiftly and before my poor befuddled screaming brain could react he had my ankles tied to the legs of the chair, completing my captivity. I whimpered in fearful quivering jeopardy, the realisation of my total disablement sending my fluttering heartbeat into space.

"Now let's make you look sexy sissy." He murmured opening a case on the dressing table, before hissing in an almost Jeckyl and Hyde change to his demeanour. "Keep still or else slut." 

For the next half an hour or so he worked on my face, first plucking my eyebrows as I whimpered terrified about how I'd look, fearful how long it would take them to grow back to normality. He took his time with my makeup, using brushes and mixtures until he was satisfied. Eyes, lashes, cheeks and lips, it lulled me, relaxing me by his touch.

I watched him feeling curiously quiet as he reached into his box, but when he brought out a frightening pliers like tool its sight brought me to my senses, my eyes opening wide in horror, what evil thing was this? Surely he wouldn't pull my teeth out, the terror was rising through my body, my face getting redder and redder. He smiled at me, seeing my reaction, then with his free hand he picked up a pair of large hooped earrings, the sort you would see a slut or a prostitute wearing and he dangled them in front of my eyes.

"Do you like them sissy? Don't you think they'll look pretty on you? These are quite special because when I've pierced your ears and fitted them, they'll dangle down and tickle your neck and you know how sensitive your neck is don't you sissy?" 

My whimpered "Nooo, please nooo," stopped him for a second.

"What did I say slut?" and he pinched my left nipple hard making me squeal. 

"Anymore from you and I'll do your nipples too." He ignored my tearful plea and proceeded with those dreadful slutty loops, his hand holding my head still, the sting and crunch of the pliers in my ears making me wince, the weight of the loops as he fixed them on me pulling down my lobes giving me the most curious and worryingly effeminate feel.

"Don't fret sissy, your tears wont upset your makeup, it's all waterproof and semi permanent, it's designed to last for at least a month before its faded enough to need redoing. Just imagine you will look sexy for your men all the time." And he laughed that terrible laugh of his as he saw my jerked reaction to his words. 

The horror was in my expression, my mind screaming "noo , noo." Yet somewhere inside of me I still clung to the hope that it would never happen, this was all just his way of teasing me as he had done so many times when we had chatted on line. He would never do that to me, oh please god never.

The wig, blond and curled to my shoulders was a complete surprise too, the glue to my own closely shaved head, uncomfortable. Seemingly satisfied with his creation of my look, he reached and took something else out of his case and knelt in front of me. Pulling my hips forward towards him on the seat , he reached and tugged my gossamer black panties down enough to reveal the terrible silver tube imprisoning my poor trapped clit. I whimpered in embarrassment as he lifted the little tube slightly, the bullet was tiny, slipping perfectly into a groove beneath it, my legs trembling visibly as he tucked me back down hiding it completely. Then he pulled my oh so revealing panties back up with a gleeful smile.

"Now let's give it a little test sissy." He was as much talking to himself as to me. He pulled something the size of a small mobile phone from his pocket, then punched some buttons a few times. The vibrations through the head of my clit made me jump, as he adjusted the levels up and down and within minutes I was quivering on the verge of a teasingly, teasingly, edging, tightly imprisoned climax. The evil bastard could see from the expression on my face, from my body's twitching, my closeness and smiling wickedly he switched his evil, horrible, terrible, beautiful, beautiful machine off, leaving me whimpering on a frustrating, wanting, needing high. 

He was smiling broadly then, "I think we can say that works can't we sissy? You will love it and want it so much, I promise, eventually you'll be begging me for it." 

His words took minutes to sink in to my buzzing head and by the time the full horrible implication of his meaning had hit me he had freed my ankles and was pulling me to my feet.

"Nooo, nooo, please, you can't, please, please." 

My silly little voice sounded higher pitched than ever, but he didn't answer me he just steered me back around to the bed, only pausing for a moment in front of the mirror to show me myself. The obvious slut that looked back at me was every certain type of man's wet dream, but I could only gasp in humiliated horror at what he'd done to me. Ignoring my whimpering and bound as I was with my wrists behind me, he pulled me around in front of him, easily flipping me onto my side on the bed.

"As you've been such a good girl this morning, I'm going to give you a nice present to get you in the mood for your first man." 

He giggled as I whimpered trying to wriggle away from him. The silver box opened on the bed beside me, the syringe already loaded, the needle gleaming.

"Mmmm, I bet you can't wait, you're going to love him so much Leanne."

I felt his breath tickling me as he whispered in my ear. He picked up the strap and tightened it about my forearm as he had before. 

A little voice was babbling "nooo, nooo, nooo, please , please nooo." Over and over, it was me.

"He'll love you for it Leanne." And the needle entered my arm, "here it comes my slut, here comes your fun." 

His cackles were surely madness as he pushed the plunger home, withdrawing the needle and pulling the strap away in one swift movement. I was already twitching as he pushed me over onto my tummy, removing my cuffs, releasing my wrists before rolling me back onto my back. I lay there quite still, eyes wide looking at him, the arousal building more and more, the feeling of building adrenaline, of energy and excitement coursing through my bloodstream setting my body on mindless wanton fire. I saw him take out the controller then, I felt myself licking my lips as I stared at it panting, he pressed a button once and a soft gentle teasing buzz started in my clit almost immediately making me quiver in a tingling teasing begging want. 

He went over to the door, I followed his every move, my heart beat increasing by the second. He opened it in what seemed like slow motion, the man who came in was much older than him, he was looking straight at me his eyes gleaming. Insanely I could see every movement of his tongue as he licked his lips, the bullet was buzzing and my clit was beginning to throb like crazy, my body trembling and the wanton feeling getting stronger and stronger. I could hear someone panting, it was me. 

Then he was speaking, speaking to me, I couldn't understand what he was saying but he was saying my name, my sissy name, Leanne. He seemed undressed before I could think, his erect cock stiff and throbbing, Somehow I couldn't take my eyes off it, the panting was louder in my ears, my clit was buzzing stupidly, needy, I was wriggling. For some insane reason I've never felt so aroused in my life and all I could think about was his cock, it seemed to fill my mind. Then he was on the bed, he was kissing me, my penis clit was going crazy' driving me crazy and suddenly I couldn't stop myself and I was kissing him back.

I didn't know where my head was, this was wrong I'm not gay, I'm not, I know I'm not, but I was slowly losing my mind and suddenly I couldn't get enough and I was open mouthed kissing like a stupid slutty schoolgirl, his stiff tongue exploring rudely, his hands over my breasts, squeezing, stroking. My nipples stiff like thumbs, painfully wantonly crying out stiff, begging for his touch, his touch that was pulling chords deep down in my tummy driving me wild. 

My body seemed super sensitive, every sensation like a fire driving me crazy. Suddenly my legs were apart, I don't know how, but he was between them still kissing me deeply, lying on me. His erection was hard against me rubbing me through my sheer panties. I was panting even louder now, I couldn't stop, was it me making that effeminate sexual whimpering as I was sucking on his kissing tongue? The feeling of his stiff heated erection against me making me tremble even more, it was so, so wrong, yet it was driving me wild.

Slowly, slowly, he was pulling my panties down, over my hips on, on, gently down my legs, the sensation like warm honey as he pulled them down, in an erotic slow motion. My legs were quivering at the feel as he pulled them off me, manipulating me until my legs were in the air and him on me again between them. With my last bastion of defence gone I could feel him against my bare nakedness, I could feel his heat, feel his stiffness, I was trembling, whimpering, I mustn't , I mustn't I'm not gay, I'm not, 

But I couldn't stop myself wriggling against him. His face was close to mine, shining in his heated arousal. He was looking into my eyes, I could see the fine hairs in his nose, I was trying to look away. I could feel his hands slip down strong on my hips gripping me tightly. Ohh god ohh god, ohh god, my heartbeat was sky rocketing. I could feel his heat against my trembling bum, my cheeks spreading to his stiffness, the touch of his shining wet head at the mouth of my hot puckered anus, the mouth of my quivering pussy. 

I should have been pushing him off then, crossing my legs, protecting, hiding myself, but insanely I couldn't control myself and I couldn't stop myself wriggling against his gentle thrust, all the time my whimpering loud in my ears. It was all lighting a stupid, insane, wrong, fire deep within me as it kissed me there. He was taking his time, rubbing himself gently against me, teasing me, moistening me with his juices, making me beg for it and idiotically I was. I was searching for his erection, wriggling continually in response to his teasing touch, every sensation a hundred times greater than anything I'd ever felt before. He was clever, brilliant, wonderful, gentle enjoying every second of his debasement of me and wrongly, wrongly, I wanted him.

He opened me slowly then, pushing harder, my puckered pussy used to the dildos my online master had made me use had crazily stupidly unknowingly prepared me and almost against my will, I felt myself easily opening, feeling myself sucking in his mushroom head. His size making me gasp a quivering high pitched moan as it hurt my virginal sphincter, momentarily I felt like I was being split in two, my tiny sissy voice a painful whimpering moan. He seemed to know, seemed aware of my pain, withdrawing, then softly entering, then withdrawing and entering, repeating it over and over, just his head sliding inside me each time. 

I was unaware that my hands were holding his wrists, clinging tightly to him, I don't know how he sensed my ease, perhaps it was because I had relaxed and foolishly started to wriggle onto him again, but as that pain changed, my stupid puckered pussy started to throb in rhythm to that frustrating buzzing in my penis clit, an insane yearning growing within me. He held me there unmoving as I squirmed, my eyes closed, my panting harder, my body trembling, begging him, then and only then he slowly began to move, slowly deeper and deeper into me, every inch making me moan until he was fucking me with deep long strokes, his full testicles smacking against me with every thrust. I could hear a someone moaning loudly somewhere, she was having sex, I could hear her begging for more, hear my sissy voice pitched high begging wanting, hear his animal grunting with every thrust. 

My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my ankles crossed behind him, wanting it, pulling him deeper into me. I could feel him inside me, his cock stiff and throbbing in my tummy, I wanted to cum, my pulsing imprisoned clit begging for climax, I wanted it, I needed it, I was wet, my clit dribbling down onto his thrusting hardness. Lying on me again, he crushed me beneath his heavy body as he fucked me, kissing me again, kissing me hard, tongue ramming dominant kisses as he fucked me and I suddenly felt so submissive to him, I felt like a complete slut, a complete gay slut, ohhhh God I was such a gay slut every part of my body aroused, giving him everything, wanting him to take me, my moans loud as I became his. 

He seemed to grow stiffer then, bigger, more rigid inside me, I was almost screaming in my arousal, his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, his fingers finding my nipples, pinching them pulling them as he increased his speed. 

I was panting words desperately, "oh fuck me, oh fuck me oh huhuhu fuck me," lost in a homosexual craziness.

I could hear his voice loudly then too, "your mine now Leanne, your mine." 

Suddenly he thrust deeper and stopped, I could feel a jet of fire deep in my tummy, he held me tight then, holding himself deep inside me as he spurted jet after jet into me, his sightless monster, its mouth open wide ejaculating wave after wave of his semen flooding, searching, coupling, trying to breed me. My legs still tightly wrapped around him as I sobbed in an unstoppable submission to him.

He lay there then, on me, in me, his weight imprisoning me, his sweat trickling down over me, mixing with my own perspiration, his hot sweaty hands still holding me as he squeezed the last drops of his semen into me. His breath coming in coarse gasps against my face as his dribbling sated manhood, having delivered its seed into me, slowly softened and eventually wilting slipped from me, leaving me feeling stupidly, insanely lost. 

I lay there panting under him, I don't know if I'd come on not, if I had it was like no other climax I'd ever had, curiously the bullet was still buzzing at my penis clit and confusingly I still felt highly aroused by it, somehow insanely wanting it to continue. He felt me wriggling beneath him and smiled lewdly at me, before he rolled himself off me to stand up beside the bed. He took a tissue from a box I hadn't noticed before on the bedside table and wiped his cock, looking at me laying there quivering, legs still akimbo, as he did so, then using the same tissue, wet with his juices, he slid his hand between my legs, embarrassingly wiping me there with it as he leaned over to give me a final kiss on my lips. Idiotically not in control, I couldn't help myself but I responded like a submissive girl, giving him little puckered kisses in return.

He stood then smiling as he dressed, me watching his every move, seeing the last sight of his wilted cock as he pulled his pants up over it. He finished dressing quickly before looking down at the floor again and picking up my panties almost as a last thought, he threw them over my tiny glinting silver chastity . 

"Good girl Leanne, I can hardly wait until next time, it was worth every penny." 

He had turned and left the room even before the words had filtered into my sexually buzzing still drug fuelled brain, I didn't understand, it made my head hurt to think, so I contented myself with putting my panties back on and foolishly straightening my nightie as I lay back against the pillow, to wriggle to the feel of that unstoppable bullet.




The Visitor Ch. 09



Master, the visitor, seemed beside me then, smiling widely, he was speaking, but his voice seemed delayed from his lips. He was saying something about next appointment, it was all too confusing, and then a short fat red faced man seemed to take his place. I shook my head, how did he change like that? Then the realisation came to me and the horror of it flooded over me and I heard myself whimpering.

The short fat man undressed quickly, naked all except for his socks, insanely I remember his socks, they were black and yellow with cartoon characters on them. His kisses tasted of tobacco, his thick rude tongue, pushing through my lips reaming my mouth crudely. His calloused hands under my nightie, over my soft breasts, his squeezing rougher, his pinching of my nipples harder, making me squeal and whimper which in turn seemed to make his thick throbbing cock stiffen against me. He was repulsive, horrible, yet he turned me on. I felt a thrill of excitement, the submissiveness coursing through my veins, my legs spreading for him in an almost natural reaction to his aggressive treatment, presenting myself to him in whimpering meek surrender.

Roughly pulling my nightie up uncovering my trembling white breasts, he brought his lips, his sucking drooling mouth down onto my nipples, sucking hard each in turn, nibbling them as they stiffened fully for him as if they had a mind of their own. The feelings were making my stomach do somersaults, my back arching forward, pushing them towards him, giving them to him, unable to prevent my moaning reaction. 

His kisses and sucking love bites were driving me insane in a loss of control madness and suddenly I was on my stomach, he was behind me forcibly pulling my panties back down again, to my thighs, revealing, presenting my soft rounded bareness to his eager lustful eyes. He lifted me onto my knees, my nightie around my shoulders, his fat hands gripping my hips, his thick stiffness at my still weeping puckered pussy. He pulled himself on to me with little pause, his thickness feeling huge even in the state I was in. 

I squealed, capitulating into moaning ohhhs as he entered me, plunging all his length into me, his thickness stretching me as he began to thrust in a mad tarantella. His belly was slapping against my bum, his wheezing gasps loud in my ears, whilst his warm saliva dribbled from his gaping mouth, down onto my bare back. Quickly his grunting turned into a growl as he pulled me onto him as hard as he could. I couldn't help myself, the buzzing in my clit helping charge my utter aroused submission to him as I whimpered and begged him to take me. 

I felt his ejaculation then, felt it like a fierce jet inside me pushing me over the top, my dribbling climax trickling through the hole in my silver prison, my entire body convulsing under his crushing weight as he all but climbed on my back in his effort to thrust himself deeper into me.

I suppose I must have almost fainted with the mental and physical exhaustion of his fucking, for the next I knew, my visitor Master was using the tissues to clean me up. When he seemed satisfied he wriggled my panties back up over my bottom, before turning me over, straightening my nightie and sitting me back up in the bed. I didn't, couldn't speak, my head was still buzzing, though the effects of the drug were diminishing, but I just sat there staring in front of me.

I'm not sure if there were two or three more men that morning, I remember a tall gangling gawky looking youth, with an incredibly long thin penis. I remember he seemed to want to kiss my neck and my breasts, I say kiss, I mean suck, sucking love bites all over me as he lay on me. My neck is terribly sensitive, the very touch making me quiver and swoon, so you can imagine the state he had me in before he realised my passive arousal and took advantage with his long thin cock. 

I remember too a strange normal looking yet furtive man who made me suck him before he ejaculated on my soft white breasts and then rushed away. Oh yes there were three, because the last one had a grey beard, but strangely that's all I remember about him, everything seemed to become a mixed up blur. When he must have left I lay there sobbing in utter confused exhaustion before eventually closing my eyes and sleeping. I do remember, I think I was dreaming that I was sitting astride a fat man, bouncing up and down, with his hands on my breasts. 

The visitor woke me, I had no idea what time it was, I felt dirty and sticky, my head was finally beginning to clear a little, an abject debased disgust at those confused memories making me feel sick. I fell out of bed, tottering past him to retch in the loo, my nightie stiff with cum, my panties wet and sticky clinging to me. He laughed that awful laugh of his

"You'd better get yourself cleaned up slut, you've got a special client this afternoon."

I clung to the loo, heaving and sobbing, tears mixed with the waves of nausea. He stood over me painfully peeling the wig from my head before actually helping me into the shower and stripping me of my filthy clothes as I stood under it, the cascade making them cling to me as he pulled them off me. I just stood there feeling as if I'd been raped, trying my best to deny I'd allowed it to happen or heaven forbid that I'd enjoyed it. He soaped me down in those luxurious creamy bubbles and I stood there a weak submissive broken wreck letting him do it.

He was gentle as he wrapped me in yet another big fluffy towel and guided me back out into the bedroom, where he sat me down in its fluffy folds. I sat there in a trance on my own for a while, thinking of nothing, just looking into space until he appeared by my side again, giving me a dish. I say dish what I really mean is, it was a baby's bowl, a pink girly cartoon print inside and out and it was full of what I took to be thick soup. The little pink plastic spoon he put in my hand was weird, curved as if to make it easier to hold, I looked at it confused then dipped it in the soup taking a mouthful. It tasted bland, perhaps mildly salty.

It wasn't until I started to eat it that I realised how hungry I was yet it took me ages to consume it with that little spoon, trying my best to twist it around to my mouth and not to spill too much of it. As I ate, the more I thought about its curious flavour, the odd mild taste, its consistency, looking very much like baby food, but I was suddenly so hungry I didn't care what it was. 

He'd disappeared again whilst I was eating, confidently leaving the door open until he returned with a handful of clothes which he put on the bed beside me. Seeing I was finished he took the bowl from me, making a point of wiping my chin with a soft cloth he had in his hand, which made me feel very odd indeed.

"Time to get dressed now baby." His voice was soft yet assertive.

I glanced across at the handful of clothes now spread out on the bed and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I expected to see another of the slutty nighties that I had been made to wear that morning, but this was something quite different. There was a screamingly humiliating looking pink baby girls dress with a froth of frilly petticoats, a white satin pair of baby pants with frills over the bottom, a pink bonnet, pink satin mittens and short white socks with pink ribbons on them and worse still a disposable nappy with clear plastic pants. If all that wasn't enough there was a big pink dummy with a soft leather strap dangling from it.

"Omg." I gasped in my horror, he was going to turn me into a baby girl, 

"noo, noooo I I cant I I wont, no please." Yet my heart was pounding at the sight of the things and I was unable to take my eyes off them. 

"Oh yes baby, you will, I mixed a little relaxant into baby's lunch and now let's just encourage you a little more, after all we have to get you ready for your daddy haven't we?" 

I glanced up at him in a disbelief of hatred and fear, yet my heart thumping at the thought of those dreadfully humiliating clothes. He was smiling excitedly, he had the controller in his hand and as my eyes widened in that further horror.

"No no not again, please not again" 

I was whimpering and he punched the button, but twice this time. In seconds I descended into being a quivering compliant aroused wreck, the mixture of the relaxant and the dreadful teasing vibrations, breaking down all my barriers, allowing him to easily manipulate me and dress me in those so so, so terrible, terrible, horrible frighteningly humiliating, sexy, sexy ohhh, ohh god wonderful clothes.

The whole nappy and plastic pants thing was an enormous humiliation, pushing the boundaries of humiliation to a level I'd never even thought of. Yet I couldn't seem to be able to fight it, to stop him, to stop it. His use of drugs in that baby food was working to suppress my fight, to quell my reactions and to modify my behaviour. It was like being subjected to a terrifying inescapable, inevitable mental torture. Inside my head my brain was telling me to jump up, fight, push him away, scream and shout, hit him and run for it. Yet my body seemed suddenly terribly weak, not relaxed, but totally tired, almost as if my limbs were too heavy to lift. On top of that, the horrible, horrible, wonderful buzzing on my penis clit was like some deep eternal sexual tickle, arousing me madly, yet not enough to bring me to a climax, driving me slowly out of my mind.

Whimpering in frustration I peeped at him, little furtive glances through half closed eyes that I couldn't help myself making. He was smiling to himself in an almost gleeful excitement, his strong nimble fingers working quickly, pulling those undeniably humiliating, obviously sissy petticoats over my head. Hawkishly following them by that horrid, horrid, short, pink ribboned, tiny, beastly, dying of humiliation, sexy, sexy oh god I was losing it, sexy exciting baby dress.

My penis clit was throbbing, struggling straining, begging in its tiny sliver prison, my mind a confusion of humiliation, hate, fear and arousal, leaving me a quivering mess completely at his mercy. He finished dressing me, the mittens, tied at the wrists, horribly restricting, imprisoning my hands, the sock bootees with ribbons at the ankles, all fuelling the abject sissification I felt. 

The large penis shaped dummy was the end, pushing me over the top. I lay there sobbing in tearful broken frustration as he fastened the thin pink leather strap behind my head, pulling it deeply into my mouth and securing it in place. The pretty pink flat front plate against my lips, an oval disk almost covering my chin and cut away around the base of my nose, the plastic ring in the middle dangling down sweetly, teasingly tempting to all who saw me. Then his piesse de resistance, the frilly satin bonnet which he pulled tightly down over my head covering and hiding the pink strap and whose ribbon he tied in a tight double bow beneath my chin.

I was sobbing properly now, foolishly loosing control of myself, the insane mixture of those powerful emotions breaking me. He was looking at me smiling then, his smile not one of caring understanding but a smile of wicked evilness at what I had submissively allowed him to so easily do to me.

"Don't worry baby, Daddy'll be here to give you a nice cuddle in a minute."

The laugh that followed chilling me to the bone, only adding to my stupid tears. Again he left the door confidently open, he knew I didn't have the strength, physically or mentally to move from the bed, I just lay there waiting, a silly submissive tearful sissy baby, I can hardly describe my humiliation and the confused emotions eating into my brain, together with the terrifying suspense at what might happen next.

The man that appeared through the door was tall and well dressed, possibly in his mid sixties, he was looking around the room speaking me out, his expression showing a controlled excitement.

Seeing me he slowly crossed the room to my bed, his eyes taking in every bit of me from my bootees to my bonneted head and my whimpered tears of abject humiliation.

"Hello baby." 

His voice was a low steady old type public school accent. 

"Mmmm, well, you are a pretty little baby girl aren't you?" 

I could only manage a foolish frustrated gurgle into that terrible, horrible silencing dummy. He didn't expect an answer and ignoring my gurgle he carried on with an emotionless smile on his face. 

"Yes you are sweetly, you see my sister and I love sissy babies and I think we are going to have a lot of fun with you, but I'm afraid Mummy couldn't travel all this way to see you today, she's far too busy, but I'm going to send her some pictures so that she can see what our new sissy baby looks like."

He had his mobile phone in his hand, pointing it at me taking photos to my total shame and embarrassment as I lay there quivering unable to do anything to stop him or to hide my shame from that all seeing lens. Looking down at the screen he seemed satisfied adding his text before sending it, my picture, that terrible, terrible, embarrassing, humiliating picture a cross the public air waves to his sister God knows where. He stood waiting for a few moments, looking at me from top to bottom his eyes developing an almost hungry look, his face looking older now in an almost evil excitement. The buzz of his phone made me jump, my heart in my throat. He answered almost immediately and I listened terrified to his one side of the conversation.

"Yes darling, isn't she the prettiest thing, just as we hoped. Yes, he certainly seems to have delivered on his promise, yes I'll give him some as a down payment. I can hardly wait either, you know what it does to me. Yes I'll make sure first, no, of course I won't do anything without you, yes, yes, ok, bye darling."

Putting the phone back inside his pocket he sat on the bed beside me, his eyes gleaming.

"Mummy wants to adopt you baby, but we'll have to think of a nice name for you first won't we?" 

He slid his hand up my leg as he spoke, making me twitch, my reaction to pull away and try to push his hand off with my soft satined mittens. The smack on my bare thigh came as a sudden sharp shock making me jump. 

"Behave baby naughty baby girls get disciplined to ensure their proper behaviour and Mummy and I believe in disciplining our baby to make her behave."

I lay there looking at him, hating him, my eyes wide, legs trembling, the evil silent buzzing at my penis clit slowly helping to turn me into a submissive whimpering sissy baby for him. His hand slid up my leg once more, it felt like a claw, his fingers long and teasing, trickling over my smoothly waxed skin. My short baby dress had ridden up, exposing my frilly satin panties to him, his hand moved up over them, feeling me through them, then sliding his hand under, beneath my plastic panties, beneath my humiliating nappy, looking for, searching out, my tiny imprisoned penis clit, and finally discovering it, the vibrating buzz going through it making his face split like an orange Into an evil smile. 

"What a lovely little girly clitty you have baby and kept all nice and excited for daddy." 

Slowly he carried on examining my body, almost doctor like, exploring beneath my dress, beneath my frilled petticoats, up over my tummy to my chest. There he stopped almost in surprise at what he had discovered. 

"Mmmm, what have we here baby girl?" 

Further compounding my embarrassment, shame and humiliation he pulled my clothes up over my head to reveal my naked continually developing breasts. He felt them, his hands cupping the, lifting them. 

"Mmmmm, a good B cup baby, Mummy and I will love playing with these." 

He was gently teasing my already erect nipples, pulling the clothes back from over my face and looked into my eyes as he tweaked them, gleefully watching my reaction of unbridled arousal to such a hateful man. 

He must have been satisfied by his broad grin before pulling me down in one swift movement, onto my tummy over his knees. Slowly, taking his time as I wriggled there, my shame knowing no ends, he pushed my frilly satin panties down to my knees, followed by my clear plastic pants, then gently unfastening the sticky tapes on that awful nappy to reveal my soft pink rounding bottom, the aloe mixture pumped into me there by the visitor making me develop a feminine roundness. My head was buried in the pillow as I gasped, gurgled and drooled on that dreaded dummy, struggling for breath through my nose embedded in the material, I was feeling almost faint through lack of air, the buzzing at my clit making me wriggle on him, his hand resting on my soft skin. 

The spanking stung me at first as I wriggled there on his knees held tightly in his grasp. He changed his position and style several times in that almost never ending time, I had no concept of how long only that it was curiously erotic and arousing me confusingly. Eventually he stopped his fingers tracing between my legs as I lay on him quivering submissively. Slowly he slid them up, I felt them between my cheeks and at my puckered pussy. 

"I'm sure Mummy won't mind this time baby, after all who is going to tell her?" 

He laughed at his own joke pressing his finger into me as he did so. I was gasping gurgling, groaning into my dummy as he gently moved his finger exploring inside me, then finding my prostate he began to massage it, slowly he developed my climax, slowly brought me to the weirdest internal edge, until my body seemed to be quivering all over. 

"Do you love your new Daddy baby? Tell me you love me and Daddy'll let you cum." 

I was lost, lost, I was so close so desperate for that climax, that edge, that release, I gurgled, babbling into my dummy. 

"What baby? What did you say, do you love Daddy?"

I tried my best to speak through that horrible penis dummy, but it was holding my tongue down, filling my mouth, I could only gurgle. He was massaging me gently, slowly, keeping me there, teasing me. 

"Daddy isn't sure he heard you baby, are you going to be a good baby for Mummy and Daddy? Will you do everything your told like a good little baby girl?" 

I was going crazy, he was driving me wild, I was so near, so close. 

"Will you baby? Will you?" 

I was gurgling madly such a fool, but I was so close, I tried my best to say, "yes, yes Daddy yes." 

"Good baby, you do love your Daddy don't you?" 

I don't know how long he kept me on that edge, questioning me, making me gurgle my love for him until he finally allowed me to climax, my penis clit still limp, as somewhere inside me I came in the weirdest head spinning climax I'd ever felt.

He refastened my nappy and pulled my plastic pants and frilly pants back up as I lay there in a twilight of post coital sleep. I heard him humming as he washed his hands in the en suite, never stopping to speak again before I heard his footsteps as he left the room. 

I went to sleep then, my head a mixed up confusion of embarrassed hatred of myself and my visitor and the sexual excitement I knew I shouldn't have felt. As always when I am like that, I seek the solace of that warm darkness of sleep, where I can hide from all my fears and worries, relax in the knowledge that no one can harm me there.