1 comments/ 52680 views/ 1 favorites Pippa's Story By: Pippa I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country. What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club. The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to anyone I talk to. Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club. She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be harmed or marked in any way. Have fun! I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered wine and handed him the money. He disappeared to the far end of the bar and, I saw him talking animatedly with a small group of very convincing crossdressers. He pointed right at me and 2 of the 'girls' walked right over to me and, striking up conversation immediately. I handed them the paper and grew nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its validity and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair. One of the two whisked away my instruction sheet and took it over to the rest of the group where, she passed it round to them all. I saw each of them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at me. The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly. C2 She held me by the forearm gently stroking my silk gloves as she said, "I think it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa, because I get the feeling we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She smiled knowingly as she looked me straight in the eyes. I was wearing some seriously classy clothes that really gave me the look of a high-class hooker. Long shiny red silk gloves, a thin red suede choker around my neck and a black and orange snakeskin three quarter length PVC coat were the items that framed my torso. Underneath I wore a see through red blouse with a thigh length patent black leather skirt, concealing a blood red suede Basque which had been fitted especially with a patent leather waist reducing corset and that snapped shut using a thick flap that was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden away between my legs. My wife had fully depilated my body, leaving me as smooth as a baby's bottom from head to toe and, had insisted on buying me a pair of silicon falsies which were now stuck on my hairless chest, giving the impression that I had real boobs which were held tightly in place by the Basque's three quarter cups. She had also made sure that the waist-reducing corset was as tight as possible before I'd left the house, pulling my waist in from a chubby 36" to a much more appealing and feminine 26". Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and, covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban heel and lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4" heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait. My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot of time on my eyes, making them very bold and eye-catching. My lips also were full and glossy, in a bright red contoured with a dark lip pencil. To top it all off, my wife had insisted I wear a bright red short wig, styled into a modern cut that was swept forward over my ears and part of my cheeks. Although they could not be seen whilst I was dressed, my mistress had also given me a pedicure including painting my nails scarlet and, had stuck false nails to my hands with superglue, making sure that I had no hope of removing them, they too were painted in the same vivacious scarlet polish. The corset made me stand very straight, pushing out my chest and bum and accentuating my curves, while the fairly thin heels on my boots meant that I had to be very careful of my balance while I walked, making me sway my hips a little in a very sexy and enticing manner. As we walked toward the rest of the group, we stopped to put my coat away and get a ticket in return, leaving my upper body showing the sexy Basque and corset through the sheer material of my blouse. As we got closer I realised that not all of the group were crossdressers and that 2 of the party were stunningly attractive young women. Myself included there were 6 of us in all and each member of this little gathering had a big wide smile plastered over his or her face, all that is except for me. I had begun to dread the situation and all the while grow excited at the prospect of the evening to come. The group consisted of a married couple Melanie and Alphonse, better known as Alison in his TV state and, a threesome made up of a very stern but beautiful looking woman in her thirties together with the two 'girls' that had made the initial contact with me. Both of these were transsexuals, one pre-op TS the other a fully transformed post-op TS. All appeared to be very sexy and feminine women, with the exception of Stefanie the pre-op TS who looked exactly like a model but, was sporting a semi-erect penis that was strapped in a leather harness, clearly visible in shape through the Lycra skirt she was wearing. Davinia, the post-op TS was the first to begin the introductions explaining her TS status and nodding to Stefie who, in turn explained she was a TS and that she and Davinia were here as a trio with their Mistress Marikka. The imposing figure of Marikka immediately approached me, looking me up and down appraisingly as she did so. She stopped only inches from my face and starring me right in the eyes, she said: "Nice to meet you, Pippa. You have attained a suitable standard. You're Mistress must be very pleased with you. Will you agree to becoming my third submissive for this evening, in the absence of your true Mistress and, abiding fully by her prior instructions of course?" Stunned and surprised by this unexpected turn of events, I found myself agreeing to do so without truly thinking through the implications of my actions. "Good girl." Was all that she replied. Before I could think Alphonse was introducing himself, as Alison of course. She explained that she was here with her wife Melanie and, that they said that they were sisters when he was 'dressed' in public. He also explained that it would be his/her 21st birthday at precisely three minutes past midnight, which was why the group were out celebrating together. "I hope that my joining you will be able to make it a more memorable experience still." I blurted out nervously. "Oh, it will believe me!" exclaimed Melanie, as she leant over to make the final introduction. They all grinned as they turned their looks upon me. We chatted for a while and drank a good few cocktails, as the group made me feel more comfortable and, less resilient! Melanie came up with the idea that as we were her playthings this evening, we should be entertaining her, requesting that we three dance a while. "I don't think I can dance in these heels." I said without thinking. Marikka looked over at me and replied: "You'd better learn then and quickly, because it wasn't a suggestion!" I realised that I'd just been issued with my first command and, tottered over to the dance floor, the 2 girls egging me along the way. It took a few minutes for me to get my balance but as the beat started to fill me I got bolder and bolder. I realised that I was being sandwiched by the girls, Davinia in front of me and Stefie behind, every so often allowing her strapped in cock to brush up against my backside. As the sandwich got tighter I felt Dee's boobs brushing up against me and, pushing me back into Stef's ever-growing member. They started running their hands all over me until Dee grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. As she did this, Stef was rolling my skirt up over my waist, which allowed his dick to poke my arse through the strap of my Basque. What horrified me was that I was becoming excited at how publicly I was doing all this and, I could feel my own cock growing ever bigger, pushing backward against the Basque's strap stretching toward my own arsehole. The set finished and we headed back toward the group, neither girl allowing me to lower my skirt and adjust myself. Marikka instantly noticed and ordered me out of my skirt. I was told to put it in my handbag and continue the rest of the party without. I blushed under the make-up but did as I'd been instructed. The bulge under my legs was obvious and Melanie decided it was time to join in. she hiked her skirt up revealing her bare pussy and, leaning onto a bar stool told Alison to start eating! Ali got to her knees and began licking with all her might, juicing Mel right up. I was very pleased that the spotlight had fallen away from me and onto the horny couple. We watched as Ali brought his 'sister' off with her tongue, Mel came ferociously gushing her sticky juice all over Ali's face. She looked down at him and smiled. "That deserves a return of favour little sister, get up and remove your panties my love." Ali did so immediately, freeing her rampant throbbing 8" hard-on, which sprang forward thrusting out in front of his body. "Lean back against the stool as I did when you ate me Darling." Ali was ecstatic at the thought of his wife's lips around his knob but was surprised when Mel ordered Pippa to her knees in front of his cock. "Your turn Pippa, eat up and eat it all now, you hear?" Marikka pushing the hollow of my back, propelling me in the right direction and making me almost fall to my knees. I had never given head to a man before and, this little stallion was as hard as rock and twitching in my face. I began by licking the balls and worked my way up the thin long shaft, to the bulbous circumcised head at the tip. The stem was pulsating making the head throb almost to bursting. I grabbed all of my courage and wrapped my lips around it, sucking and licking as I descended the first 6" of this bulging mass of meat. I began pumping up and down the stem until finally I managed to open my throat and take him/her in fully. As I did this I felt a gush of sticky goo pump into my throat. I almost gagged but tried aimlessly to drink it all down, I would have too had he not pulled out and spunked over my blouse. I stood immediately she had finished cumming and, stated to the group that I had just achieved the second part of my mission. I had been instructed to have at least one cock spunk into my mouth and, I was to drink as much spunk as was possible this evening. Marikka smiled leeringly at me and nodded to herself satisfyingly. The blouse joined my skirt making my bag bulge awkwardly. It also left me in only my underwear and publicly to boot. Marikka immediately decided that once was not enough and made me repeat my performance with both Stef and, more embarrassingly with the barman, openly behind the bar, so that anyone who wanted a drink could see what was happening. So I was currently in my undies, dressed as a woman with my cock hard as rock but held in between my legs and, I had just drunk the semen of three men that I'd only just met! What I wondered could possibly happen next? C3 No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that, I heard Mel exclaim loudly: "Alison wants to taste Pippa's 'clitoris' girls! And since her birthday is rapidly approaching, I think she should have her wish. Any objections ladies?" Marikka gave it her full approval and ordered me to lose the panties. Once they were off I felt her hand as it unclipped my Basque and, released my still throbbing manhood from its satin prison. I opened my legs a little and allowed it to stand proudly to its full 7" capacity. Marikka ordered Stef and Dee to prepare me and, they started kissing my face, lips and neck intensifying my excitement and making my dick throb wickedly. My bum found the stool and I leant back as I allowed my first man to give me head. Ali was an expert; she drove me wild as she bucked her head up and down my pole. As I began to scream I felt someone push my panties into my mouth, quietening me so as not to become a nuisance to the club. I came in buckets but Ali somehow managed to drink it all in, then she stood up and kissed me letting a mouthful of my own cum run down my throat. I again exposed that the third instruction of my mission was complete. To be blown by at least one other partner, preferably a man. Stef managed very quickly to get me hard again as Marikka ordered me to fuck Dee and to cum in her TS pussy. It took me a lot longer to cum this time and, it caught me by surprise happening as it did when I felt Stef's dick pushing its way into my arse. This was it, the final part of my mission! I couldn't hold back as I felt the pressure building me to a shattering climax, deep in Dee's tight hugging pussy. A moment later I felt warm and sticky inside, as Stef followed suit. We were all practically worn out as a cheer went up to celebrate Ali's birthday. We drank some more and I explained to the group that my mission was complete and, following strict instructions, I must now return to my wife and graphically describe my evening while she tried to coax another erection out of me. I quickly retrieved my PVC coat and put it over my underwear, having first positioned my 'bits' back into the Basque. I was heady with all that had happened to me, yet I felt fulfilled at the fact that I had completed my mission in its entirety. My wife and Mistress greeted me eagerly as I returned home, quickly guiding me into the bedroom, but that's another story... Pippa's Story Ch. 5 I must have passed out from sheer exhaustion because, the next thing I knew was that, I was being roused with hard slaps to my face and arse. Surely, I thought, I must have more than fulfilled my promise and, I must have complied with the terms of losing my bet! My captors however, seemed of a different mind and, before I knew it, I was sucking on Master Jerry's rampant cock. Its ardour and its urgency filled me with excitement as, instinctively and unwittingly, I felt my own manhood begin to respond, growing ever harder and more erect. "Look Girls, she seems to have learnt to like what we do to her!" This I heard the voice of my wife calling out tantalisingly. "She's become more of a slut than I could ever have hoped for." She continued blatantly. "Maybe you're right Jackie," she said, looking at the sexy figure of our female host. "I really should consider keeping her like this for the foreseeable future." "I told you she'd be receptive to it, Helen. She's just the type!" Sneered Mistress Jackie's voice, menacingly. "I'm more than happy to help you keep her this way!" I heard Mistress Lisa say. "And, I'm sure Jackie and Jerry would be more than happy for us to use their 'Dungeon' whenever we liked!" "Of course you may, Ladies." Grunted Master Jerry, just as he loosed a huge load of his sticky semen into my mouth and down my throat. I lapped up every drop, even licking his tool clean with my tongue. "See that, she's getting to be quite the adept." Was his final comment as, he rose and left me alone with the women. Before I could utter a sound, I was gagged and blindfolded then, my arms were released and, I was ordered to stand. I complied immediately and unthinkingly. My body was then led upstairs and into the bathroom. My instructions were clear, I was to strip, wash and shave and then, attire myself in the clothes that would be left for me. "We have a little surprise for you, Pippa. When you're ready and presentable that is. You will call to us to fetch you once you are dressed and made up." My wife's voice contained an edge that I was unused to and, it brokered no argument and so, I complied with my orders as promptly as I could. The submissiveness that I was exhibiting should have been totally alien to my known personality and yet, the truth of the matter was that I was genuinely enjoying my enforced subservience. In fact, a large part of me was actually looking forward to whatever these women had in store for me next. As I began to dress in the clothes that I'd been left, I felt myself getting aroused, excited that I was to be used by them again. My new attire was completely different to that I had worn last night. It was very business like, making me look rather like a secretary would, at my office in town. I adjusted my make-up accordingly and, once I'd finished my preparations, I could easily have passed as one of the girls in the typing pool! I grinned as I looked in the mirror then, I called to my wife. I was led from the bathroom to the lounge where, I was instructed to stand in the corner, facing away from the door. I was instructed to wait like that, with my hands on my head, until my surprise arrived. My mind raced with anticipation as, I considered a variety of kinky and perverse situations. Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of what was to come. The sound of the door opening made me shiver with anticipation and, my body raced as I felt a surge of adrenaline entering my system. My wife's voice echoed in my ears as the next thing she told me made my heart pump ever faster. "Pippa, there's someone here that I've invited to join us. You will obey her as if she were me. Any argument on your part will be dealt with harshly. Do you understand?" "Yes, Helen. I understand completely." I felt the sharp sting of a riding crop against my skirted rump as she barked out at me. "It's Mistress Helen, remember that in future!" "Yes. Mistress Helen, I'm sorry… I will remember!" "You will address our new addition as Mistress also. You have met before so, I won't bother with any introductions. You will remain as you are until she allows you to turn and see who she is. We will leave you alone with her for a while. I'm sure she'll want to get to know the new you so, be a good girl!" With that the door shut, leaving me to ponder my new tormentor's identity. My brain was rapidly thinking of all of my wife's women friends. I was quite sure that it must be someone from her own social circle. Someone that I'd met briefly but, knew little of. Who could it possibly be? I wondered, agog with the possibilities. I felt my skirt being pulled up, over my bottom and a hand roamed intimately there, feeling the contours of my cheeks. I was grabbed by my dick, feeling it swell at the sudden, unexpected attention. "Turn around, slut!" Was the order that came next. I froze as I heard the voice. It couldn't be, I thought. I turned slowly and, fear ran through my entire being. Standing there, inches from my feminised self was… Tracy! Here stood my secretary/P.A. and the woman I worked with every day at the office! This was the woman, nay 'girl' that I bossed around unmercifully, each and every working hour of the day. As a boss, I had always been very demanding and, I had to admit, quite the 'little dictator'. I blushed to the roots of my hair, feeling completely humiliated and, not a little frightened by this turn of events. "Now we get to see how the shoe fits, when it's on the other foot!" She almost growled as she said it. "I'm really looking forward to this." She smiled, a wicked and worrying grin appearing on her lips. "I think that I'd like to begin with a little 'humbling', my little plaything," she was obviously looking forward to turning the tables on me as she continued, "so, lets have you strip to your underwear. Do it now! Remember to fold your clothes and put them in a nice tidy pile too." "Yes, Mistress Tracy. As you wish." Self-consciously, I removed my outer garments until I stood before her in just my dainty, lacy and feminine undergarments. Never had I felt so utterly embarrassed in all of my life. She sat on one of the chairs, comfortably smoothing her skirt over her legs. She looked me up and down, appraising my transformation fully. "Come here, girlie, over my knees you go. I'm going to give you a thorough spanking. It'll be just as if you were a naughty schoolgirl. I want you to count each slap that you receive and, you may thank me for each six that you count." I was truly flabbergasted but, I had no recourse than to obey her instructions, to the letter. I lay across her lap, my bottom raised slightly over her right knee. SLAP! "One." I counted. "Two, Three, Four, Five, Six." Then, as instructed. "Thank-you Mistress Tracy for spanking my bottom." "Good girl, I think this could be fun!" "Seven, Eight…" This continued until my bum was red and sore and I had received 36 sound slaps from her hand. "Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see my handiwork" "Yes, Mistress Tracy" As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room. And so, the next chapter was to begin... To be continued... Pippa's Story Ch. 6 "Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told. "Yes, Mistress Tracy" As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room… * * * * * "You will remain in that position, Pippa. Touch your toes and don't you dare try to stand until we are finished with your inspection. If you do, I'll repeat the exercise but, this time I'll use my little 'bendy' cane!" Mistress Tracy told me seriously. A blindfold was placed over my eyes so that, I would not know who was present and, I heard the room go silent as the door closed. I was far too afraid of the consequences to ignore what I'd been told and yet, I had a sneaking suspicion that I was alone in the room. It was difficult for me to hold my position this long as, the business suit that I'd been told to wear had included the 4" Court shoes that were still, adorning my feet. Some 15 to 20 minutes passed until I once again heard the room door open and, the sound of several people entering the lounge. "Impressive, Pippa, I was almost sure that you would be unable to keep your promise. You may stand now." It was Mistress Lisa's voice that I heard, she continued speaking to me as she ordered me to dress, in the neatly folded clothes that I had previously worn. As I did so, I noticed that a video camera had been recording my entire ordeal, at the hands of Mistress Tracy. A sudden tingle of unease ran the length of my spine, making me shiver involuntarily. "Tidy up your make-up, Pippa and then come and sit in this chair." It was my wife's turn to speak and, I obeyed instantaneously to her voice. My make up refreshed, I sat in the chair that she had indicated. My arms were quickly bound to the arms of the chair, holding me securely within its confines. I felt something cold and numbing on my earlobes and, before I could protest, each ear was pierced with two holes on each side. A gold stud was placed in the higher of the two holes on each side and, some medium sized hoops placed in the others. Next, I felt them pierce my left nostril and, a small golden ring was placed there, through the newly created hole. I tried to protest but, as soon as I did, I felt the rubber ball gag place in my mouth, keeping me silent as the group discussed their next move. I felt my blouse being opened and, my silicone breasts being removed, along with my bra. The numbing sensation was upon me again and, each of my nipples received the same treatment as, small rings were placed through them both. Once again, the room emptied and, I was left to ponder what I had just been through. The video camera was still recording each torment that I went through, making sure that there would be a record of each and every event. I began to worry about the life that was my own, my male life and, how I would explain away the modifications that I had been through during my recent M2F transformation. Would I be able to return to my former self, without any obvious evidence of my feminisation? How on earth could I return to work, entering the 'macho' domain that was my corporate office? And what of my P.A./secretary and, her involvement in all of this? Were my wife and her best friend serious, when they spoke of keeping me in my feminine form? These thoughts were quickly banished as the group returned, once again adhering my silicone falsies into position and, tidying me up into the 'Office Girl' that was my current schizoid personality. "My Darling husband," whispered my with soothingly into my ear. "I'm going to spend today with my new friends Jackie and Jerry. I'd like to be alone with them for a while so, I've asked Lisa and Tracy to look after you for me." I was stunned to silence. She continued with her explanation. "You will do exactly as you're asked and, you will go wherever they take you. Don't let me down my love." She kissed my cheek gently and lovingly. My wife, Mistress Jackie and Master Jerry walked us to the door and, my two Mistress' attached a collar and leash to my neck, pulling me outside, commanding me to follow them into the outside world. It was almost midday as I was led, humiliated by my leash, through the throng of weekend shoppers in the middle of London's Kensington High Street. We walked into the busy and crowded marketplace, gathering leers and lewd comments along the way until, we reached or destination. The corner stall of the basement level within the market was, as far as I could make out, a nail and beauty parlour. The curious thing about it was that, the stylists chair was at the front of the floor, showing the current occupier off blatantly, to whomsoever passed by. The two women seemed to know the stall's owner quite well and, I was soon sitting in the chair, on show to the milling public. I was to be treated to a full make-over and artistic nail style. My humiliation was further increased when, at my Mistress' bidding, my arms and legs were locked in place by four thick leather straps. Two on my forearms and two on my lower legs. The straps were obvious to anyone that stopped to watch my make over. Worst of all, so that my new make over would be complete, all of my old make up would have to be removed. The stylist began by washing off the make up on my face and neck, showing without any doubt that the current model was a man that had been feminised and was to continue with his transformation. "Make sure that you shave him nice and close to begin with. In fact, if you have the time, I'd like to try electrolysis. All over his body." Explained Mistress Tracy to the stylist. "Starting with his face, I think then, if we have the time, we can strip him off, bit by bit and, remove the rest of it." "He'll be very publicly exposed." Commented the stylist as she replied to the request. "That's exactly how I'd like it!" Giggled Mistress Tracy, gleefully. Staring at me as she watched me squirm at the thought. "The more public the show, the better I will feel about having it done." The stylist smiled wistfully, beginning to understand Mistress Tracy's plans. "Should we start her off wearing only her Lingerie?" Asked Mistress Lisa cunningly. "What an excellent idea!" Was Mistress Tracy's reply. At this, I had the straps removed from my legs as, the two women removed my skirt and then, the leg straps replaced, they freed one arm at a time, removing my jacket and blouse from my torso. Each arm was, of course, dutifully replaced once the garment had been removed. There I sat, in my finest underwear, make-up free and obviously male, as the stylist began the process of removing my hair. Electrolysis is a slow process and, it took several hours to complete my face and neck. With this done, the stylist asked where she should do next and was told to do my legs. Each of my stockings was removed and, one leg at a time, the stylist completed her task. She explained that, if she was to make me over by closing time, my chest and pubic area would have to wait until the following day. The idea of returning me to this humiliating spot, appealed greatly to the two women who agreed quickly to the idea. "Before you start the make over though, could you shape her eyebrows? Remove the unwanted hair by electrolysis too, okay?" asked Mistress Tracy. The stylist obliged quickly, proceeding next to begin the new makeover. I knew that I really was in trouble now, there would be no way to hide my femininely shaped eyebrows now, with them having had electrolysis, I was doomed to keep their new shape for a long while. I wondered how I would be able to explain this away once I returned to the office on Monday! My Makeover now complete, I was instructed to dress, right there, in full public view of, the ever busy crowd of, locals and shoppers. I complied happily, at least I'd be dressed and, not just standing around in my knickers for all to see! Once I was dressed, the stylist put the finishing touches to my new self, artistically painting an eye-catching design onto new, and very long false nails, that had been strongly glued to my finger nails. She painted the same design on to my toe nails, ordering me to wait until they were fully dry, before putting my stockings back on. It must have been nearly nine PM, by the time we were all finished and, I was again fully dressed. I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style. They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town. To be continued... Pippa's Story Ch. 7 … I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style. They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town… * * * * * The morning arrived much too quickly for 'Pippa'. My thoughts were mangled, today was Sunday, already! I felt almost schizophrenic, as my mind tried to put the events of this weekend, into some kind of perspective. Here I was, a successful professional with an upwardly mobile lifestyle, married to a wife that I loved and, more importantly was 'in-love' with, so much had happened in the last 30-odd hours! I was only one day away from having to return to my office, my clients and my colleagues, (let alone my employers), the following morning at half-past eight! I found myself however, about to spend the day being feminised, by my wife and her friends no less, and publicly, whilst the group of them played humiliating games with me! What's more, I was beginning to enjoy myself, exploring a side of me, that had been sorely ignored, until now. I was definitely having trouble balancing the scales of logic and the immediate reality of my future, against the overload of sensory and emotional stimuli that, I was gaining with every second of this weekend's tumultuous, even educational adventures. I rose to find a note, attached to a ribbon, tied to the wrist of my left hand. Very simply, when read, it stated the following: Pippa, You are to rise, shower, shave and make-up as soon as the alarm wakes you. You will then attire yourself by wearing nothing but the following: Wig.Hold-up, black satin stockings. 5" leather strapped sandals.Waist reducing corset.Silicon falsies.Leather bra. You will go to the kitchen and, you will prepare a full English breakfast for each of us. You will awaken each of us, by orally stimulating our pubic area. When we are awake, you will serve us our breakfast and do as instructed by any one of us. You will then be instructed as to your day's events. Helen. XXXXX p.s: I love you. I was astounded, it was 6.30 AM and, I was already under instruction by my captors. I obeyed my instructions to the letter, dressing as ordered and immediately preparing breakfast for the rest of the household. As soon as it was ready, I loaded up some trays and, individually delivered the fare to each room. Leaving each tray at the foot of the bed, I began raising my Mistress' and my Master. My tongue worked rapidly on each of them, quickly bringing them into heightened states of excitement. I brought each of them off, swallowing the sticky fluids as they came over my face. Once they were all awake and, once they had finished breakfast, my day began in earnest! I was instructed to dress in a set of lacy, virtually transparent undergarments. My nails were repainted with bright, shiny red polish, my silicon falsies were glued in place and yet, I was ordered to shave closely but not to wear any facial make up, except for some bright red gloss lipstick. I was a little scared by this, as it would be more obvious to anyone who saw me that, I was in fact a man in drag! I complied though, a shiver of anticipation running the length of my spine. My wife then handed me a sheer negligée and explained that it was all that I would be permitted to wear over my underwear. As I was putting it on, I was told that we would be returning to the beautician, as soon as I was 'dressed'. To make things worse, I was ordered to wear thigh length boots that my wife had bought especially for me. They were bright red, leather and had 6" spiked heels. I thought to myself how incongruous they would look, worn only with my undies and negligee. My 'Dom' friends had once again managed to embarrass and humiliate me! How could they expect me to go out in public dressed only in sexy, feminine lingerie? And yet… The idea of being paraded around, publicly, for all to see was, I have to admit, exciting me and turning me on! We left the house and I was expecting another cab to be waiting for us. How wrong could I have been? My collar and leash were once again attached to me and, worse still my wrists were handcuffed behind my back. Master Jerry had business elsewhere that had been previously arranged so, I was being taken by my Mistress' alone this time around. The girls had decided that they should all be witness to today's activities though and, had invited my secretary Tracy along as well. All of my Mistress' had decided to dress in very ordinary clothes today, jeans, t-shirts and jackets were the order of the day. This only helped to emphasise the outrageousness of my own garb, of course! I was led through the streets to the nearest bus stop where, blushing profusely, we waited for the bus into town. When we got there, we changed onto the underground and headed back to Kensington Market. My outlandish appearance had drawn many inquisitive looks from men and women alike. Some seemed pitying, others amused, mostly though were the looks of shock and disgust. As soon as the lady beautician noticed our approach, she moved toward us and made a big show of greeting my Mistress', all the while making loud, lewd comments about feminising the sexy 'Girlie' that they had brought her. I blushed deeply at all the attention she was creating for me. The girls, along with the lady Beautician, eagerly shuffled me into the 'Parlour' stall and tied my leash to a hook by the entrance. They left me there, still handcuffed at the back for any passer-by to gawk at. They all moved away a little, toward the back of her establishment and, they began to discuss how they should proceed with my transformation. I was more than a little afraid of how this process would continue but, I have to admit that the thought of what was to come had turned me on so much that, my dick was rampant in the front of my panties! When they returned, I was untied and my cuffs were removed. I was instructed to remove my negligee and sit in the same chair as I had done the previous day. I complied at once, again blushing furiously as I sat, wearing only my feminine undergarments, with my rock hard erection plainly in view. Once again, my limbs were tied to the chair, stopping any disagreement on my behalf. The Beautician began by, painfully slowly removing what was left of my bodily hair. The process took several hours, during which I was 'on-show' to everyone who passed by. Once my body was completely smooth and hairless, she started on my hair, styling it in a very feminine fashion then, dying it a natural, but very bright red. My bindings were removed and I was led to a full length mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing there in front of me was, the reflection of a sexy, alluring and very feminine woman! My penis reacted to my mirror image, by springing back to life, becoming solid and rampant within seconds. Embarrassingly, as I hadn't hidden it between my legs as yet, it sprang up, its head peeking over the elastic top of my g-string, leaving no doubt as to how turned on I felt! Humiliation never far away, the one who noticed my predicament first, was my PA, Tracy who immediately pointed to my groin and very loudly, commented to the other women as, on her own face, a vicious grin began to spread widely. "Look Girls! She's getting hot, just looking at her sexy little body!!" Giggles abounded and suddenly, I was the centre of attention once more. My makeover had been finished after my new hairdo was complete and, my make up was superb, though of course, I had been made to look very provocative and quite sluttish. My hands and feet had received another coat of bright red polish, my eyelashes were immensely long and my lips were bright, glossy and very red! I was instructed to strip naked and, when I voiced my fears, still being visible to the public in the Marketplace, I had my vestments literally ripped from my body. There I stood, buck-naked, in plain view of anyone who happened to glance our way, my dick standing proud before me but, in all other visible ways, seeming very womanly. As I'd opened my mouth and, had expressed my opinion regarding my being fully naked and publicly exposed, it was decided that I should be punished for it. My Darling wife, Helen, who had now become my Owner/Mistress, decided that the Beautician, having done such a lovely job with my transformation, should have the honour of choosing my punitive measure(s) and how they might be wrought. She seemed ecstatic to be offered such a pleasurable task and, pulling my wife to one side, whispered something in her ear. "My dear lady," She replied aloud, for all to hear, "it would please me indeed to allow your daughters to meet out Pippa's punishment, as long as we are free to watch them and witness her correction!" No sooner spoken than, the Beautician hurried into the back room, re-emerging moments later, two teenage looking girls in-tow. The eldest, about 18 years old, was a punk, dressed in tattered jeans, a leather jacket, several piercings and multicoloured, spiky hair. The younger of the two, about 15 or 16 by the look of her, wore the look of a Goth, creepy make up and a dark little PVC minidress with high heels. The back of the styling chair that I'd sat in most of the day, was removed leaving a stool of kinds in its place. I was ordered to lay over it, my hands were quickly cuffed to the footrest and my ankles, pulled apart, were bound my arse cheeks splayed apart. I could feel my erection growing again as, my dick rubbed against the bottom of the chair. The punk girl dropped her jeans and panties to knee height. Next thing I knew, she had peed into a jar. She proceeded to pull her clothes into place and then poured her urine over my bum and mostly through the cheeks, over my ring-piece, balls and cock. She then grabbed a hairbrush and rapidly, in quick succession, she spanked each of my cheeks, six times. I couldn't help myself and, a series of sharp yelps were heard emanating from my mouth. She thanked her mum, kissed me gently on my neck and left. The younger girl was giggling openly, she picked up a bottle of hair mousse, put the head into my bum hole and squirted a fair dollop up my arse. She followed by rubbing some Brylcream over my ring and, bottom end first, inserted the mousse can, forcing it past my ring and into my hole. It was bigger than anything that my Mistress' had used up until now and, I squirmed as much as was possible as I felt myself being stretched wider than I had thought possible. She stopped once she'd pushed about 7" of it into my body then, using the same brush that her sibling had used, spanked me on both of my cheeks and, my inner thighs. Leaving me impaled, she also thanked her mother and retired. I was now, once again under the control of the group that had taken charge of my life. Each of them took a turn, tanning my hide, some with their hands, others using implements they found to hand in the parlour. Finally I felt the mousse container being removed. I was freed and told to clean myself up in the back room and, when I returned, I was to be wearing the outfit that was handed me. I walked slowly to the back room, rubbing my tender backside all the way! The teenage siblings approached me as soon as I'd entered, crowding up closely and forcing me to the corner. "We haven't finished with you yet, 'Slavegirl'." I heard the eldest one saying menacingly. They each grabbed an arm, twisting both behind me and, the biggest girl held me up against the wall, arms tightly behind me while, her sister looped her belt around them and tightly bound the together. "If you do as you're told, you'll get out of here much quicker than if you fight us! Wouldn't want to have to fetch your 'Mistress' now would we?" Threatened the eldest girl. I nodded my compliance. "What will you have me do for you then?" I asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as I could. "Good decision, slut!" Piped up the youngest girl. "Stand over there by the fire door. Open it for me sis'. Never know, one of the homeless drunks might get a kick out of watching our little show." She continued grinning. The door opened up onto a back alley, a few furtive glances shot our way as, the alley's secret inhabitants judged the scene before them. "Let's get you nice and hard then!" Said the eldest as, she grabbed my manhood and started jerking me off. It didn't take long before my excitement made itself visible. The next thing I knew, both girls were on their knees and feeding on my engorged rod. A small group of the destitute people using the alleyway as their home, began getting closer until, as confidence grew among them, they were sitting in a semi-circle, intent on watching the sexy show we were putting on.My dick started twitching, a physical manifestation of how extreme my excitement was. The eldest sister didn't miss the warning sign and immediately stopped her sucking. Nudging her sibling, so as to prolong my agony/ecstasy, they both removed their luscious mouths form my rampant, bobbing member. The youngest girl, who seemed to have a slightly vicious streak in her, looked over at the dirty, mostly drunken audience. "Any of you Ladies fancy a nibble?" One of the crowd, a woman who looked to be in her mid-fifties and, who smelled like she hadn't seen a bath in months, took the bait. "I don't want to nibble on it but, if you would, I'd like the slave to munch on me!" The sister's glanced at each other then, I was pushed to my knees and my face was forced into the tramp-woman's lap. "Lick it all up, slut!" I was told firmly. Less than two minutes passed until, back in the room, I heard the sound of the inner door opening and, the voices of my Mistress' waft my way. "Ah, so now I understand your delay in getting dressed, Pippa!" My wife solemnly uttered. "I think that we should stay and watch." Mistress Jackie told my wife. "Yeah, at least let her finish what she's doing!" exclaimed Mistress Lisa, enthralled by the spectacle before her. "Then we can punish her for not obeying our commands." Completed Mistress Tracy, harshly. "I should have known that my girls would want to play with her. They can't resist a new toy until they've had a decent game or two!" The lady Beautician commented finally. "Finish the 'Lady' off then, Pippa. I want to see her sticky cum juices all over your lovely lips and tongue!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife. The vagrant woman's vaginal lips were sticky and stank of fish, it was like taking a trip to Billingsgate Market. I forced my mouth into position though, lapping furiously at her quim, my intent being to bring her off as quickly as was physically possible! Staying in position was a difficult task as, I still had the belt firmly holding my arms in place behind my back. As my head bobbed down into the rank folds of her pussy, my arms jerked upwards, away from my body, as if they had a mind of their own. I stuck firmly to my task and soon had the Hobo woman shrieking with pleasure. Her body convulsed, arching her back and forcefully pushing her cunt into my face, covering me with her stale cum juice. The audience cheered me on, finally breaking into a round of applause as the homeless wench gushed into her climax. I was rapidly pulled to my feet and pushed back into the room. Without pause, the door slammed shut. "And who gave you permission to follow any orders, other than the ones we gave you back in the salon?" Snapped the angry sounding voice of Mistress Lisa. "N-n-nobody Mistress…" I began to reply. "Quite so, my dear! So, what were you doing just now? That was your own idea then, I take it!" Commented Mistress Jackie, solemnly. "N-no Mis…" SLAP! "I don't require you to tell me, slut! Either way, you didn't do as you were told, so now you must be castigated." She continued. "I agree." Piped up my wife. "But this time, I choose, OK girls?" "As you wish it, Helen, of course." Was her reply. "Good, Pippa, get yourself tidied up and dressed. I have plans for you!" It sounded ominous! "First, and only as a prelim to your main chastisement, you will be paraded around the busiest streets I can find. I'm looking forward to displaying the expert craft that our beautician friend has managed. You will of course be dressed as the tart that you really enjoy being and, will be cuffed, gagged and collared at the end of my leash. The main punishment, I will consider whilst we show the new you off!" I was dumbfounded. Once again, my humiliation would be of the public variety!