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Steve to Stevie to ??

By: gbr2004



This is the first story I have submitted to any site. Sorry if it seems rather slow but it is going to be a long story and it will get much more sexual and kinky. I hope readers will find it interesting and be waiting for the continuation of the story. Please feel free to give me any feedback.

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I am a straight man with a regular life, dating occasionally but not many long time relationships. I'm 24 with my first real job after college. I work in a mortgage brokerage firm and have been there over two years. I keep myself in decent shape, I'm 5'7 140 lbs, longish brown hair, blue eyes, not really muscular, slender and pretty smooth. I didn't really play a lot of sports, just some tennis in high school.

I love flirting with the girls at work and have dated a couple of them but it didn't work out and they are now at different jobs. Just as well I guess. The lady who drives me crazy is my new boss. She started here a couple months ago from our New York office. She is so sophisticated and classy. I have heard others say that she is 43. I feel like I handle myself well most times but when I'm with her I turn into a total wreck. I find myself stuttering like a schoolboy and know that sometimes I blush when I screw up around her and that is embarrassing too. Sometimes it seems like she is trying to keep from laughing when I make a fool of myself. Maybe I'm just imagining it but she affects me so.

I think part of it has to be the way she dresses at work. She always wears business suits, hose and heels. You know the type, the jackets that when buttoned, gives her body such a perfect shape. I guess her breasts to be at least a C cup maybe even a D. And the skirt, tight and short enough that when I'm in her office and she crosses her legs, its all I can do not to stare and drool. I know, I know, but that is how she affects me. Her heels are always intoxicating too. Colors vary but they are always at least 4 inches and spiked heels. I love the way her heels click on the hard floor as she walks through our area at work.

She is not beautiful in a movie star way but looks like you imagine a highly placed executive to look. Such a professional look, her makeup perfect, her jet black hair always looking like she just left a beauty parlor. I can't decide if I like it better when flowing down past her shoulders or when she has it in a tight bun. They are very different looks but both are so effective in giving her the look she desires for the day. The way she carries herself when she moves around the office area where I work doesn't allow me not to watch her. I don't know if she sees me staring, I hope not, but I can't help it.

Well, enough about her, sorry about my rambling on about her but I find her so enchanting. Thinking about her led me to a certain chatroom when I was online looking around one night. The name of the room was Executive Ladies in Charge. I had to go in and look around and was checking out some of the profiles. I have never did much chatting online, usually just watch other people chat in the rooms. Once in a while, I chat with girls online but never even got as far as phone calls, let alone meeting. 

Suddenly, I got an email from someone with screenname Ms Storm. The message read: This executive lady is looking to chat with a younger man who interests lie in ladies who like being in charge. Are you the one who stares at his boss, wishing he could tell her how he really feels. If that is you, you have 5 minutes to call me. The number is 702-345-4211. Ms Storm.

Then my computer showed her logging off. Damn, I would have liked to IM her back, but calling her, I don't know about that. I read the message over and over. The description of a guy sounds so much like me. What could it hurt, I think to myself. After all, she doesn't know who I am or anything about me except my screen name. I can block my number so she can't figure out who I am. I call her, blocking my number, but the message says she doesn't take blocked calls. I look at my watch, 5 minutes almost up. I can't help it and dial it without blocking my number.

I hear the phone being answered. "Hello, I'm so glad you decided to call," the feminine voice says.

"Hello, I almost didn't, but your IM really caught me attention," I say my voice not sounding near as confident as her's.

"What did you like about it?" she asks.

"Well, its kind of embarrassing, but my boss at work is so hot that I spend a lot of time thinking about her and I do watch her whenever she is around at work," I tell her, just wanting to get it out. " I know, it sounds kind of lame but she really is very sexy. I guess I wanted to just talk about it with someone". Hoping she doesn't think im too much of a loser.

"I see. Is she older?" she asks.

"Yes, in her 40's but I like that. She seems so much sexier than the young girls that work out in the cubicles with me," I tell her, feeling more comfortable talking to her.

"I'm in my 40's also and its really a great age at be. I'm a lawyer in the downtown area and was just looking around on the computer before leaving work. I saw your name and your profile was nice and I do enjoy the company of a younger man at times. Would you be interested in meeting me for a drink?" Her voice is so smooth and intoxicating.

Is this really happening I wonder to myself. It's too good to be true. The thought of meeting a woman like this for a drink is rather intimidating but know I might never get another opportunity like this. "Yes that would be great." Hoping she can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Send me a picture of you Steve," she says, it sounding more like an order than a request.

Realizes she know my name, and know all the other information also displayed with my name. If she is a lawyer, I'm sure with my name and address that she can probably find out anything she wants about me. Getting very nervous about this now. "I don't know Ms Storm, maybe we should talk more before I send my picture," I tell her nervously.

"Maybe you would rather I come over to Silver State Mortgage and look around for you tomorrow. I'm sure your boss would help me locate you in your little cubicle." her voice firm. "I'm sure she would enjoy hearing how you idolized her, don't you think Stevie?"

My voice cracking as I realize she already has found out where I work, "Please Ms Storm, can we keep this from my work place, I really need my job and if she knew I was talking to a stranger about her, she might get upset and it could cost me my job. Please?" Sure my voice sounds like pleading but I really don't want this to go that way.

"Do you know where the Pink Panther Lounge is?" she says.

I know the place, it's a gay bar down in the district. Never considered going there with all the fags and lesbians. "Yes I know where it is," I tell her nervously.

Her voice sounding totally in control now. "Stevie, I'm signing back on now. Send your face picture to me now. You will meet me at the Pink Panther in one hour. If you are late, I will not acknowledge you but will be at your office tomorrow. Do you understand Stevie?"

"Please Ms Storm, can we meet somewhere else?" I ask. I'm not gay at all and really don't like those kind of places."

Her voice almost sounding like she's laughing at me, "Afraid some fag will try to pick you up Stevie boy? Don't worry, I will protect you from all those bad boys. Wear some jeans Steve, and I prefer that they are tight. You don't want to disappoint me, do you Stevie?"

"No Ms Storm but...," my voice pleading.

"No buts...be there at 8:00 sharp. Now send your picture," she says in a no nonsense tone and hangs up the phone.

What have I got myself into? Panicking!!! 

Look at my watch, I have to leave in about a half hour if I'm going to get there on time and I don't dare be late. Realizing that there are no options, I can't take a chance she might really come down to work. I look for a picture and send her one about a year old when my hair was longer. Then start looking for a pair of jeans, most of my are rather baggy but find an old pair of white jeans I had in college and try them on. They are almost too small but can get them on and don't have time to try and find any other ones. Look at myself in the mirror and realize they really are tight but my ass looks kind of nice in them. Didn't realize what a little bubble butt I had.

I shave which doesn't take long since my facial hair is really light. Then put on a light blue tshirt and go to tuck it in but jeans too tight so I leave it out. I put on some cologne and hit the door. My nervousness grows as I get down into district area. It's the area where all the xxx-rated bookstores and gay clubs are. Pretty sleazy area, usually some hookers on most corners. Used to drive down here once in a while and look at them in their slutty clothes and imagine picking them up, but of course, I never did.

I get to the Pink Panther and pull into parking lot in the back. Get out, embarrassed already with the tight white jeans and white tennis shoes that I have on. So much different than the way I usually dress. Start walking in when I hear a noise back by a wall. When I look back there is a guy about my age on his knees sucking an older man's cock. The older man has the young guy's head in his hands and is moving the head back and forth on his cock. Jesus Christ, what am I doing at a place like this. I go around the corner and go into the lounge. The place is rather dark and smoky and I work my way over to the bar and sit down on a stool.

"What can I get you sweetie," the bartender asks me in such a faggy voice.

He looks in mid 20's, cute I guess, but there's no doubt he's a fag I think to myself. "Listen, you can forget the sweetie bullshit. Just bring me a beer, I'm just here because I have to meet someone here, a woman."

"Ok, honey," he says grinning, "Don't get your panties in an uproar". 

He walks away but I can hear a couple guys laugh as he leaves. He brings the beer back, but when I go to pay, he tells me its taken care of and nods to a man at the end of the bar. He looks about 50 and is in a suit. He raise his beer acknowledging my look but I look away quickly. "What the fuck," I say under my breathe and take a drink.

I start looking around for you but don't see anyone that I think might be you. Look at the dance floor where there are quite a few people dancing. Damn, look at all the guys dancing together. Gross. There are a few women dancing out there too, some of them in very sexy outfits. Some of them are dancing with other women and some are dancing with men. See some guys dancing together with one having his head resting on the other guys shoulder and sometimes a couple of them will kiss. How the fuck can they do that with everyone watching.

There are some men in leather pants and leather vests scattered around. Most are sitting at tables with other men dressed in a similar manner. One table has two younger guys kneeling on the floor, one each by the chair of one of the men in leather. Neither has a shirt on, one just has a jockstrap on, the other with a very short leather shorts. Both have leather collars on and a leash leading from the collar tied to the chair the men are sitting in. Have read about shit like this but my first time actually seeing any of it. How can a guy let another man treat him like that? Realize one of the young guys is staring at me and I turn away quickly.

I hear a commotion and see a black man leaving the mens room slamming the door behind him. His hand is gripping the hair of a small white guy and he is pulling him by his hair through the bar. You can see the white guy has been crying and when I look closer can see the front of his jeans are all wet. Damn, looks like the guy pissed his jeans. The black guys leads him out of the bar and I realize the guy probably did piss his pants. What the hell goes on in these places I wonder to myself. 

I turn back around drinking my beer. I'm thinking she probably won't show, probably some asshole just jerking guys around. I will finish this beer and get the fuck out of this fag joint, but in back of my mind know I will stay a little longer. I really don't want to take a chance she is for real and might show up at my work. I work mainly with younger women and the thought of them all knowing my secret desires is downright frightening.

"Hello Stevie," the voice smooth and sultry.

I turn around and there is a gorgeous black woman standing there. She appears to be around 5'10" with a very nice figure. Her breasts are full and her legs go on forever. She is wearing a black business suit but skirt is shorter than most you would see. There is a silky white blouse under her jacket and her breasts look so full and inviting. Realize I'm staring and can feel my face getting red.

"Hello, are you Ms Storm?" I ask rather meekly.

"Yes Stevie, were you expecting someone else? Maybe that gentleman at the end of the bar. He can't keep his eyes off you," she says staring at me.

"No, I was just here to meet you but I didn't know...," I start stammering.

"You didn't know I was black?" she asked matter of factly. 

As I look at her face, I notice how perfect her face is. The red lipstick and other makeup makes her look so sensual. "No but its ok," I say feeling rather embarrassed.

"Its so nice for you to say its ok for me to be black Stevie," she says her eyes never leaving mine.

"I didn't mean it that way, I just didn't know," I tell her feeling more like the bumbling idiot the more I talk.

"Is it a problem for you Stevie?" she asks.

"No, not at all, you are gorgeous", I tell her. Trying to change subject I ask "May I buy you a drink Ms Storm?"

"Yes, thanks," she says.

I look around and all the seats are taken so I stand up "Please take my seat Ms Storm."

She sits down and the bartender comes over. "Is he yours Ms Storm?" he asks. 

She looks at me then back to the bartender, "I'm not sure yet Alex." She turns towards me, "Are you mine?" she asks.

Not knowing what to say, I stand there like a dumb shit.

"I guess the cat has his tongue," she says laughing lightly and then ordering a drink. She turns toward me, crossing her legs. 

I notice she has seamed black nylons on and can see the lace top on one of her legs and just the suggestion of a garter attached to it. Her heels are black patent leather and at least 5" spiked heels. If she only knew how many times I had jerked off thinking about garter belts and nylons, I think to myself. Realize I'm staring so look up quickly. "I was so surprised to get your IM on the computer."

Ignoring my statement, she looks at me, "What do you think Stevie, you like my legs?"

Can feel my face getting red, I always have blushed very easy. "Yes Ms Storm, I'm sorry if I was staring."

"It's ok sweetie. Stand back, let me take a look at you," she says.

I step back a step or so standing there as she stares at me. I'm feeling very subconscious and the fact she is black makes this even more intense. I have always been rather intimidated by black men and women. Don't know whether its because I'm usually smaller than them or what, but I have had very few experiences with black people. She tells me to turn and I turn around slowly till I'm facing her again.

"You are such a cute boy Stevie. I did like your hair better a little longer, you will not cut it without my permission. And those white jeans Stevie, they look so nice on you. You really do have a cute ass," she says.

Rather surprised when she talks to me about needing permission to do something but don't want to mention it. "I don't usually wear white jeans anymore," I tell her, "these were the only ones I could find that fit me tightly." Her eyes feel like they go straight through me, I have trouble keeping eye contact with her. Looking down slightly, "May I ask you for a favor Ms. Storm?"

"Sure sweetie, ask away," she says.

"Would you call me Steve rather than Stevie or sweetie, please?" I ask her.

"No sweetie, I will call you whatever I want to call you. Is that a problem Steviiiie?" she asks intensely.

Feeling even more intimidated but not wanting to cause any problems, I tell her "I guess it's ok."

"Let's move over to a booth, Stevie, where we will have a little more privacy to talk," she says as she rises. 

"Alright," I say. She towers over me and reaches down and takes my hand and starts to lead me through the bar towards the booths. I feel like a little boy being led around but follow behind her till she gets into a booth. She motions for me to slide in and then she slides in beside me in the half moon booth.

"So Steve, do you have a girlfriend?" she asks.

"Not at the moment," I tell her, feeling that I have to try and defend myself a little, "but I have had a lot of girlfriends in the past."

"I'm sure you have Stevie, you are such a cutie," she says laughingly, "the guys in here can't keep their eyes off you."

"I told you I'm not gay or interested in all this fag shit. It was your idea to meet here, not mine," I say defensively. See the amused look in her eyes. Is she trying to bait me or what?

"Tell me about your interest in older women Steve," she asks. "Have you ever been involved with an older woman?"

"No I haven't but I think older women are so sexy. I think they are much more exciting than girls my age," I tell her.

"Do you think I'm sexy Steve?" she asks.

"Yes Ms Storm, I think you are very sexy. You are probably the sexiest woman I have ever talked to like this." I tell her as I feel my face get red again. I feel her hand touch my thigh, her long red fingernails running lightly over my jeans.

"That's so sweet Stevie," she says smiling. "It is so nice to meet a nice young man like yourself. In fact, I'm looking for a man like you to spend some time with, someone to get to know better. Would that interest you?"

Not believing what is happening here. This gorgeous black woman interested in a guy like me. Feel her fingernails on my jeans, scratching them lightly, slowly moving higher up my leg. Can feel myself getting erect and to tell the truth, hope that doesn't blow things. You see, my cock isn't the biggest. It's not tiny but when hard, is only about 5" long and medium width. I am cut and the head of my cock is nice. After all the stories I have heard about black guys, figure if she ever sees my cock, that will be the end of things. Getting rather nervous as her fingernails come closer and closer to my crotch.

"Yes Ms Storm, it would be great to spend some time with you and get to know each other better," trying not to sound too eager.

"Steve, I can be a real bitch at times. I am used to getting my way and like men who know how to behave around women and don't mind being told what to do at times," she says looking very serious. "If I ask you to do something for me, I would expect you to do it and realize that pleasing me is important. Do you think you could do that Steve?"

"Yes, I think so. I don't think that would be a problem," a say rather nervously. The conversation has taken a more serious turn and I feel like I'm in strange territory. At least she is calling me Steve now and not Stevie or sweetie so that helps. She moves her hand from my leg and takes my hand. 

"Come with me," she says and leads me toward the men's room.

I follow her till we reach the bathroom door.

"I'm sure you wouldn't be comfortable doing this in public so I brought you over here. I want you to go into the bathroom and take your tshirt off. I really don't like how it looks too much and want to try something. Hand it out to me and I will knock on the door when I have it ready for you." 

She squeezes my hand. "I don't know, I tell her nervously. "What are you going to do with it?"

She moves closer to me looking me in the eyes, "I thought you wanted to please me Steve? Now do as you are told," she says as she releases my hand.


Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 02



In Chapter 1, Steve met an older black executive lady online and agreed to meet her at a gay bar even though he is totally straight. He finds her very intoxicating and asks her if she will be his Mistress. They leave the bar and head to her place to get to know each other better.

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Really felt that I was in way over my head but didn't want to walk away from this. She really was beautiful and I had never been with a black girl before. I looked at her again, having to look up, she was at least 6" taller than I was with the heels she had on. "My car is behind the lounge Ms Storm", I tell her.

"We will walk, I don't live that far from here," she tells me as she takes my hand.

We start walking down the street and I'm feeling very subconscious with the situation. Not used to being seen with a black woman and I felt so small as she almost seemed to lead me down the sidewalk, her heels clicking loudly. As we walk, two young men holding hands were coming towards us on the sidewalk. They stop when we get close.

"Hello Ms Storm, you look beautiful tonight," one of them say.

Ms Storm stops beside them, "Thank you Bobbie. How are you two tonight?" she asks.

"Just hitting all the spots, Ms Storm, trying to be bad boys," the other one says in a really faggy voice. "Who's the hot boy? Don't think I have seen him before."

Laughing, "Behave yourself Andrew. This is Stevie and Stevie is straight. He wouldn't be caught dead sucking a big cock, would you Stevie?"

I see both of them looking me over. Feel so embarrassed in the white jeans and the cutup tshirt. Sure I must look like I'm gay. "No," I say, "not my thing, I much prefer women like Ms Storm." See them smiling as they look at her then back at me.

"Too bad honey, you would make such a pretty boy," Bobbie says. "We got to go, drag queen show at the Mystique. We don't want to be late. Come on loverboy, lets get going," and they take each other hand and start walking down the street.

Feel my face getting red as they talk about me like this. Feel her squeeze my hand and start leading me down the street again. 

"They are such sweet boys, Stevie, I think they liked you," she says looking over at me. "But they aren't cute as you Stevie, you really are lovely."

She stops and turns towards me, "I'm so glad that you decided to come with me Stevie. It was the right decision, Steve," she said and leans over my kisses my lips softly. "Your Mistress will know what is best for you and if you trust me, your life can be so exciting. That is what you want isn't it Steve? Someone to help you make important decisions and help you become all you can be."

I'm torn between wanting to get away from this situation, that it's too much too soon, and wanting so much to spend some time with this hot older woman. Her calling me lovely, what's with that, I think. I can't imagine what fucking her would be like or having those red lips sucking my cock and cumming in her mouth. I look up at her, "Yes Ms Storm, I think it's what I want."

"Then let your Mistress show you the way Steve," she says and leads me down the street again.

We come to a large stone house and she turns and leads me up the sidewalk. The house looks very expensive. There is a tall stone wall surrounding the house and when we reach a metal gate, she presses a button and the gate opens. She leads me on up the long sidewalk and as we approach the door, it opens and she leads me in. A blonde girl, maybe 5" and slender, is holding the door open and closes it behind us. She looks to be around 21 and is dressed in a maid's uniform. The skirt is very short and held out by petticoats. She has black thigh high seamed nylons on with unbelievably high heels. She has to almost stand on her toes and I can't believe she can walk in them but she seems to be able to comfortably.

"This is April, my maid," she says, "she is not allowed to speak without permission and I mean my permission Stevie. April, go get us both a cognac and bring it to the library." 

April walks off and I can't keep from watching her walk away. She is very pretty with long straight blonde hair almost to her waist. Thinking how I would love to see her ass if she would bend over.

"Do you think it's right to look at another woman like that when you are with me?" Mistress asks. Her look leaves no doubt about the seriousness of the question.

"No Ms Storm, I'm sorry but she is very pretty," I tell her hoping she isn't too mad at me. Then she turns and stomps off, "Follow me," she says not even turning towards me.

We go into a large room that obviously is the library. She stops in front of a large black leather chair, "Come here Stevie," she says standing there.

I go over in front of her and see her looking down at me, its rather intimidating. "Stevie, if you want a pretty little girl like April, then you should get you ass out of my house right now. Is that what you want?" her eyes glaring at me.

"No Ms Storm, I am really sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I really like women like you, really," trying to sound as apologetic as possible.

"Women like me or me Stevie, do you want to be with me?" she says.

I hear a noise and turn and see April come into the room. She stops when she hears Ms Storm talking to me and lowers her eyes submissively. I turn around quickly towards Ms Storm again hoping my look at April doesn't make her madder. When I look up at her, I know she noted my glance at April. Her eyes seem to bore into me and I look down not being able to keep eye contact with her.

"I want to be with you Ms Storm, please," I say.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Mistress, Stevie?" she asks.

"I didn't know you wanted me to call you that all the time Mistress, I'm sorry," I tell her feeling like I'm under assault.

"Well you better start paying better attention then, don't you think Stevie boy? And, I'm sorry, might work with slutty girls like April but it doesn't work for me. You owe me an apology and you will it apologize to me properly. I want you on your knees in front of me now," she says her voice firm and serious as can be.

I can't believe what is happening but don't want to make anything any worse than I already have. Seems like I can't do anything right at the moment. It wouldn't be so bad if April wasn't standing there watching but I find myself looking at the floor and before I can think anymore I slowly go to my knees in front of her.

To embarrassed to look up, I start, "I'm so sorry if I did anything to upset you Ms Storm..."

SLAP!! Realize that she just slapped my face hard. It really stings,my cheek hurting some.

"HOW DID I TELL YOU TO ADDRESS ME???" 

The pain in my cheek very evident, "Mistress, I'm so sorry if I did anything to offend you. I really am trying to do the right thing. I know I shouldn't have looked at April like I did. I will try to pay attention better, I just want to please you Mistress, please," I tell her, feeling so strange like I'm almost going to cry.

"Stevie, do you feel your apology was adequate?" she asks me, " and look up at me."

I look up at her, her looks so intoxicating. "No Mistress," I say so embarrassed to have this all happening in front of April. What she must think of me.

"I don't think its adequate either Stevie," she says, " stand up in front of me, put your hands to your sides and leave them there." She sits down in the big black leather chair.

I stand up in front of here, not knowing what is going on but its seems like it's all out of my control, that the right thing to do is what she tells me to do. I jump a little as her hand comes up towards my belt and then grabs the belt. Without saying a word she starts unbuckling my belt. Then she unfastens my jeans and unzips them. They are tight but she works them over my hips and pushes them down. So embarrassed but not about to say anything to piss her off more. Can feel April's watching us. I have a white pair of jockey shorts on under them.

"Those shorts are disgusting, how can you wear something like them?"she asks me.

"It's what I have always worn Mistress, I can get some other ones if you want me too," I tell her.

"You will definitely not wear anything like these again Stevie, not ever. I can't even touch those disgusting shorts. April, come over here and pull them down," she says in a commanding way.

I'm so embarrassed but don't move and I feel April move up behind me and then her hands on my waistband and then she pulls them down to where my jeans and shorts are both down almost to my knees. My cock is not hard as all and it's very embarrassing to have them both see how small it looks when its soft.Wanting to cover it with my hands but resist the temptation.

"Are they clean?" my Mistress asks April.

Can feel her moving my shorts around so she can check. Talk about embarrassing, know my face is beet red.

"No Ma'am, there are some small brown stains in them," April tells her.

"Noted," she says, "April you may resume your position." She walks back towards the door and then stops facing us.

Thinking I better get the fuck out of here, this is getting so weird. About that time, I feel Mistress grab my arm and pull me over and start pushing me down till I'm down low enough that she then pulls me over her lap. She pulls me up till my head is hanging over one side of her lap and my legs on the other, held together by my jeans. My cock rubs across the nylon on one leg and then she stops me when my cock is between her legs but it just barely reaches to where her legs meet each other.

"You must learn what happens when you don't pay attention or do what I say Stevie," her voice low and sultry. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

Four swift blows to my ass cheeks, very hard, shocking me. I can't believe how much it hurt.

"You must learn to obey Stevie, do you understand?" she says.

"Yes Mistress, I understand," I tell her.

WHACK

Oh God!! My ass feels like its on fire.

"No Stevie, I don't think you do," she says.

Then she grabs my arm and twists it behind my back and starts spanking me. Over and over, her hand spanking me so hard. Slowly moving the spanking till both cheeks feel on fire. Kicking my legs as she spanks me but it doesn't deter her and by the time she stops, I'm crying hard. Sobbing loudly as she lets me lie there.

"Now I think you understand Stevie. Do you think you can be a good little boy now?" she says matter of factly.

Sobbing loudly, wiping away my tears with my other hand, "Yes Mistress, I will be a good boy and do what you say. Please don't spank me anymore. I will be good, I promise."

She release my arm and pushes me off her lap slowly. My cock is still very soft and looks so small. Now be a good boy and clean my shoes Stevie, they got a little dusty walking home, " she says, her voice now soft.

I look at her heels confused on what she wants. Reaching up wiping more tears away.

"With your tongue sweet boy," she says softly.

I look at her heels then lower my head till its near the floor and she slides her foot out towards me. My head goes to the toe of one heel and I bend down and kiss it. Can not believe what I'm doing but when I hear her voice telling me to lick it all clean, I start doing it. Her patent leather shoes shine when it gets wet and I start trying to get it all clean. After I have licked most of it, she raises her foot and brings the heel to my lips.

"Suck it for me Stevie," her voice almost hypnotic.

I take it between my lips suck it into my mouth. Think about April watching me but don't stop sucking on it till she pulls it from my mouth. Then she lifts it higher to where the sole of her high heel is in front of my face. I can see the dirt particles on the sole. I look at her hoping she isn't serious.

"Clean it for your Mistress."

I hesitate for a minute then lean forward and lick the sole a little. Can feel the dirt in my mouth but forced myself to swallow it. She stares at me as I clean the whole sole till its spotless. Then she pulls it away, and slides her other foot out and the whole process is repeated.

"Very good Stevie," she says as she pulls the other heel away. "I told you when you were good you would be rewarded," her voice so sexy. "Do you want your reward?"

Thinking maybe I will get to at least lick her pussy for putting up with all of this. My mouth feels gritty and my ass still feels like its on fire 

"Yes Mistress, please," my voice breaking a little. "Please."

My Mistress stands up leaving me kneeling at her feet. "Take him to the guest bedroom and prepare him April." Then she walks out not even turning to look at me. 

Find out his reward in Chapter 3 



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 03



In Chapter 2, Ms Storm spanked Stevie and begins to show Stevie where he stands, or kneels, in their relationship. Stevie has met Ms Storm's maid, April, and April has been told to take Stevie to the guest bedroom and prepare him. Prepare him for what? 

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April leads me into a big bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary. There is a large oak bed in the room with large bedposts at all four corners. There is a black leather soft chair in one corner with a matching ottoman in front. A bathroom is off through a door at side of room.

"Get undressed, we need to take a shower to prepare properly," April tells me.

I start undressing thinking about the 'we' she used. I look up and she is undressing too. As I finish undressing, I look up and see her slide her petticoats off. Her breasts are not large but so firm and perfect with perfect pink nipples. The nipples are small in diameter but like a new pencil eraser. All that remains on her are her black thigh highs and heels and a lacy black thong. She has just enough of a tan for that healthy look and no tan marks anywhere. She sits down on the ottoman and starts to take off her heels then stops and looks at me.

"Would you like to take them off Stevie?" April asks me with a smirk on her lips.

"Yes I would," I answer without hesitation smiling.

"Well you can't! If Mistress knew I let you touch me, we would both be in trouble," April tells me, almost looking like she is enjoying telling me that I can't touch her.

I watch as she slides her high heel off her foot slowly, looking at me the whole time. Then she holds it up and drop it. Then does the same with the other high heel. 

"Do you think I'm pretty Stevie?" she asks me her leg pointing up, her hands reaching high, rolling the nylons off her leg.

"Yes I think you are very pretty April but it has already got me in trouble as you well know," I tell her trying to sound as serious as possible. "Damn, she really laid into me, I couldn't believe how hard she spanked me. My ass still feels like it's on fire."

"Mistress knows what is best for you Stevie, you must trust her and do what she says," April tell me as she finishes taking her stockings off. "After all, you did deserve it Stevie. You were looking at me like you wanted to fuck me Stevie."

I watch as she lift both legs, rolls back on the ottoman, and starts sliding the thong down her hips, then down her legs. I look at her and she is staring at me. She pulls them off her legs, letting them drop to the floor. As she lowers her legs, she spreads her legs and I can see that she is shaved smooth. She stops lowering her legs spreading them further apart which allows her pussy lips to open. Her pussy lips are slick with moisture and shine in the low light illuminating the bedroom.

"Do you want to fuck me Stevie?" April asks me looking between her legs, "would you like to stick your cock in my pussy?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea April," I tell her fearing what could happen if Ms Storm found out about it.

"But if you could do it without Mistress finding out, would you fuck me Stevie?" April asks, her tongue licking her lips till they look so wet.

"Oh yes, would love to fuck your hot pussy, you really are very hot April," I tell her trusting her. I watch her as she reaches down and runs one finger down lightly between her pussy lips getting it covered with her juices then bringing it to her mouth and sucking it into her mouth. She moans softly, eyes closed, as she sucks it clean.

"Mmmmm. that feels so good," she says as she lowers her legs and stands up from the ottoman. "Come with me Stevie, we have to take a shower and get you ready for Mistress. You do want to be perfect for her, don't you? You must try hard to please her so she will want to keep you Stevie."

I follow her into the bathroom. It's a big bathroom with a large walk-in shower. She turns the water on and when the temperature is right, she takes my arm and leads me into the shower with her. I notice high on one wall is a large eyebolt with two rubber cuffs hanging from short chains attached to the eyebolt.

"Stevie," April says, seeing me looking at the cuffs, "I must put those on you so she will know you didn't touch me in here.

"Ok," I answer thinking that she must be going to wash me. That doesn't sound like a bad thing, I think, as I raise my hands and watch her hook my hands securely with the cuffs. She takes the portable showerhead and starts wetting me down, the water feels so good. I do feel some stinging on my ass as the hot water hits my cheeks but not so bad anymore.

April grabs a big bottle sitting in the shower and starts rubbing the lotion in it all over my body. "Its so important to realize how important it is to do as Mistress tell you to do. She does know what is always best for you. All you have to do is behave and do as you are told and you can be so happy Stevie. You must trust her."

The lotion is lathering up on my chest then she covers my arms and legs with it. Then she moves to my butt, smoothing it on my ass cheeks and then her hands move to my cock and balls. It feels so good as she rubs the lotion in. Can feel it starting to get to me and my little cock starts to grow and stand out a little. Wondering about all her comments about obeying Mistress, and so on. She seems to be happy with her but it sounds pretty serious, like a big commitment, don't know if I'm ready for that. Guess I can leave if it doesn't work out right.

"It really is pretty small, isn't it Stevie?" she says as she makes her fingers into an 'O' and strokes slowly up and down my cock.

Embarrassed that she thinks that way. I have always been rather conscientious about my cock size but always hoped it wasn't really that small, but now to hear her say that, I guess my apprehensions were justified. "Well, I guess its not huge like some guys are, but it isn't that bad," I tell her feeling I have to defend myself a little. 

"It's alright to have a young boy's cock Stevie, Mistress really doesn't mind," April tells me. "It really makes it all easier for her."

"Makes what all easier for her?" I ask her concerned. I feel the lotion starting to sting. 

"Nothing, just forget it please Stevie," April says to me nervously, "I really shouldn't have said anything. Please just forget it."

"Rinse this stuff off, its really starting to sting," I ask April.

"I can't yet, I have to leave it on longer for it to work, especially in your pubic area. Your arms are probably ok though," April tell me and she starts rinsing the lotion off my arms.

"Oh shit," I say as I realize the light hair I had on my arms is all gone. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"You can't talk like that here Stevie,"April tells me seriously, "I will have to tell Mistress. I told you that you must trust her and she doesn't like her slaves to have any body hair below their necks. Don't you want to be all smooth like me?"

"But I go to the gym sometimes and wear shorts a lot in summer. How can I do that if my arms and legs are all smooth?" I ask her so concerned and worried about everything that's going on.

"Maybe you will have to do different things Stevie and maybe find some new friends," she tells me. "You must trust Mistress, she knows what is best for you."

April start rinsing me off and I watch helplessly as I watch the hair in my pubic area fall away. Looking down farther, can see my legs are all smooth also. As I look to the side, see that my armpits are also smooth as can be. Can't believe how different my cock and balls look with no pubic hair. At least, it makes my cock look a little bigger, I think, but realize that it really makes me look more like a little boy. Really wondering if this is what I really wanted, wasn't wanting to jump into anything this serious, really just wanted to play around a little. Thinking about how April is always telling me to trust Mistress, I want to but can I do this?

"I will give you this bottle to take with you," April tells me. "You must make sure to keep yourself smooth like this all the time. It's very important that you do this and do not displease Mistress. She gets so mad when she finds any body hair on her slaves."

"I really don't know if I can be a slave," I tell April, "I didn't really know that is what I was agreeing to."

"You must have agreed to that Stevie or you wouldn't be here," she tells me as she release my wrists. "Just trust Mistress Stevie, she knows what is best for you. Now get out and dry off," April tells me as she gets out and starts drying herself off then leaves the bathroom.

I get out and start drying off. My body feels so weird all smooth like it is now, not really bad but weird. My balls feels so smooth as I handle them and stroke my cock a little. Can feel it start to get hard when suddenly April walks back into the bathroom.

"Quit playing with your little cock before I have to tell Mistress you were jacking off without permission," April tells me, very serious now. She is now wearing a short silk bathrobe and furry slippers.

"I wasn't jacking off, I was just drying off," I tell her realizing that I'm worried that she might tell Mistress and I would be punished again and really don't want that to happen.

"It's very bad to lie here, she will always know and you will be punished Stevie, you must learn that," she tell me being very serious. "Now sit down and let me brush your hair out." I sit down and she brushes my hair out till it hangs straight down. "It will be so nice once it has grown out Stevie. Now go into the bedroom and kneel on the round rug in the center of the floor and wait for your Mistress."

I go back into the bedroom and all the lights have been turned out but there are candles burning all around the room. The atmosphere is very nice and I can here soft music playing in the background. April follows me out and takes a place next to the door and looks at me.

"You look nice Stevie," she says, "now just spread your knees and put your hands behind your back and sit up straight."

I do as she says then she tells me to lower my eyes and I do that and don't hear any more from April. Kneeling there for several minutes, neither of us speaking, when I hear the door open. I don't look up but hear heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor till I can see too black boots come into my vision in front of me.

"Look up slave," her voice low but commanding.

I start looking up. The black leather continues up her legs and I see that she has thigh high black boots on with 5" spiked heels. The leather is tight up her legs, looking like a second skin on her thighs. Further up, I see the black leather thong pulling tightly into her crotch. A matching leather corset is laced tightly on her, making her waist so small, making her ass stand out even more and it ends below her breasts. Her breasts are bare and beautiful, they are nice and firm with a big areola and big nipples. Her chocolate skin looks so smooth and intoxicating.

There is a silver necklace on with several strands, each one closer to her breasts. The silver looks so erotic on her black skin. Matching earrings highlight her face even more. Looking at her again,I realize how stunning she really is. Her makeup is heavy but looks so appropriate and I realize maybe this is all worth it. She really is beautiful.

"That's enough for now slave, look down again," Ms Storm tell me.

I lower my gaze and hear her walk away towards the door, I look up and see her firm ass as she walks away. It is such a great ass I think to myself. I lower my eyes again quickly.

"Report April," Mistress says.

"Mistress, he used foul language when he found out that I was removing his body hair," April tells her, "he even used the work fuck."

I can't believe she is telling her this, I thought she liked me. Feel my face getting red, not knowing how Mistress will take it.

April continues, "And Mistress, he said he would fuck me if he could do it without you finding out. Of course, I told him I would never let him touch me without your permission. He has such a small cock anyway," she says trying to sound as disgusted with it all as she can.

"Anything else April?" Mistress asks.

"Well I did catch him jacking off in the bathroom," she tells Mistress.

"I wasn't jacking off, I was just drying off," I state suddenly.

"Shut up slave, you do not have permission to speak," Mistress says, her voice and demeanor so different than it was earlier.

"Thank you April, you are dismissed," Mistress says and I hear the door open and April's footsteps as she leaves the room. Then hear the door shut, the music stops, and the room is totally silent. Her heels clicking on the floor as she approaches and stops right in front of me. 

"Do you questions my decisions slave?" she asks.

"No Mistress, I just wasn't expecting to have my body hair all removed like that," I tell her. "I don't know how I will explain it to my friends."

"Maybe you should tell them your Mistress likes her slaves to be smooth, or maybe you prefer that I tell them for you," she says as she lifts my face till I have to look up into her face. "Or maybe you should just do as I tell you to do and not worry about your friends."

"Yes Mistress," I reply quietly.

"You want me to tell them?" she asks.

"No Mistress, please don't. I will just do what you tell me to do and not worry about them," I tell her.

"Isn't it nice to feel and look so smooth slave?" she asks.

"Yes Mistress," I tell her trying to tell her what I think she wants to hear to avoid further displeasure from her.

"Good, I'm glad you like it. You will keep yourself smooth all the time and no haircuts without my permission," Mistress tells me, her eyes boring into me but know that I must not look down.

"Do you still want me to be your Mistress, Steve?" she asks.

"Yes Mistress, please," I tell her realizing that I do mean it, she is so hot that I really do want to be with her and do what I can to please her.

"You know that you will be punished for your thoughts about April don't you," her voice soft and smooth.

"Yes Mistress," I tell her.

"Then you must ask for it Steve, you must tell me that your behavior requires punishment so you will learn to behave properly around women," her eyes so intense, so intimidating. 

Her hands squeezing my chin, holding my eyes to hers. I look up, "Please Mistress, please punish me for my disrespect towards you and April. I want to learn to treat ladies as they deserve to be treated. Please, Mistress, let me be your slave, please." I feel a couple tears run down my cheeks.

"Crawl over to the ottoman Steve and lay over it, your hands by one set of legs, your legs next to the other," she tells me as she releases my chin and starts walking toward the ottoman. 

I crawl across the wooden floor on hands and knees, the floor hard on my knees. When I get to the ottoman I crawl over it and put my hands down by the ottoman legs on other side of ottoman. She leans down and pulls leather cuffs from under ottoman and hook each wrist to the ottoman leg. Then she goes back by my knees and pulls straps from under ottoman. Each strap attached to a leg and she fastens the strap around my knees. I try to move a little but can barely move as I'm securely attached to the ottoman.

She goes over to a wall and hits a switch and the ottoman starts rising from the floor till I'm lifted a couple feet into the air. Then she attaches my ankles to something on the floor, I can't see what she is fastening them with, all I know is my legs are being held well apart. I hear her going over and opening a closet door and taking something out and shutting the door again. 

She walk around in front of me. In her hand is a long black leather flogger. "It's time for you to learn not to disrespect your Mistress," she states. " How many lessons will be required will be up to you. I will not put up with bad slaves."

"Please Mistress, I'm sorry," fear in my voice. "I just didn't know. This is all very new to me. Please don't hurt me, please." She doesn't even answer me but moves around behind me. I tense up, scared about what she might do.

Her heels clicking as she moves out of my sight behind me. Suddenly, WHACK, the flogger sticking across the top of back of my shoulders.

"OWWW, please Mistress, please don't...," I begin to ask, then WHACK. 

Another blow across my shoulders. It hurts but I can bear it. 

"Quiet slave, you must learn to take your punishment in silence," Mistress tells me, "you have much to learn slave."

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Several blows across my back, moving lower as she goes. On some strikes, the fingers of the flogger wraps around and hit my tender sides. It is all I can do not to cry out but I take it silently even though it gets harder and harder as the blows seem to be getting more intense.

Mistress walks around in front of me. "Look up slave."

I look up at her, my back stinging where the blows fell. 

"Am I worth it Steve? Do you want to leave now? Think about what I'm asking you," Mistress asks, her demeanor very serious.

I look at her closely. She is every man's fantasy I think to myself. Look at her, the boots, the small waist, the gorgeous breasts, a face that stops men in their tracks. Just being with her is worth this I feel. Can't imagine walking away from an opportunity like this. Already have had a beautiful girl suck my cock, swallowing my cum, have had another pretty girl showing herself off to me, flirting with me, playing with me. I know, some of it is pretty weird but isn't it worth it???

"Yes Mistress you are worth anything I have to do to please you. I really want to be with you and try and make you happy. I will try hard to be a good slave for you," I tell her, not believing I'm referred to myself as a slave, but seriously wanting this and hoping she will give me an opportunity to be with her.

"You will learn how special I can be slave. I will take you places you only dreamed of, maybe you never even dreamed about them but I know what is best for you. I now own you and you will serve me as long as I desire it," she tells me, her eyes burning into me. "It is so nice you will do ANYTHING to please me," she says emphasizing the work anything. "You want to please me sexually don't you slave? Please me orally and fuck whenever I want it," she asks.

"Yes Mistress, it would be such a honor to be able to please you in any manner you desire," I tell her meaning every word of it.

"I am very well off financially slave. It has enabled me to visit some doctors and other specialists that have helped me become the complete Mistress that I have always desired to become," she tells me. "I have learned much about self control and controlling others, until now, most people learn that its best if they do as I say even though it might be very hard for them."

I watch as she reaches down and starts removing the leather thong. She has just a little pubic hair, it looks soft and is so curly. Then I see it. Unbelievable. I see a small cock hanging between her legs. What the fuck, I think.

"Yes slave, it is a cock. I have learned to control it to where it can become so small that it even makes your little cock seem big," she tells me, her smile letting me know she likes how stunned I am. "Or slave, I can make it become so hard that a woman can't imagine how they are going to get it in their mouth or up their cunt."

"Mistress, I'm sorry but I told you I'm not gay and as hot as you look even with that, I can't do this. Please let me go," I plead with her. "I promise I won't bother you anymore or tell anyone. I promise."

"It's too late for that slave, I told you that you belong to me now as long as I want to keep you and that is what is going to happen," she says seriously. "Now its time to continue you punishment," she says walking behind me.




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 03



WHACK, the flogger hits the top of my thighs. I cry out then remember what she said and get quiet. Then she starts flogging me, first working the back of my thighs hard, some blows circling my legs, hitting my inner thighs. I try hard not to cry out but some are so hard that I can't help it. Then she starts working my back again and then back to my thighs. The pain is real and can feel a thin sheet of sweat forming on my back. 

I can't take it anymore and cry out and start begging her to stop. "Please Mistress, please stop, it really hurts. I promise to be good. I promise to do as you say," my voice breaking, my eyes all watery.

She walks around in front of me, lifting my chin with her finger. As my eyes rise, I see her cock is no longer small but at least 6" and pretty thick. Its so black, all but the head, and it more of a purple color. I continue looking higher till we are face to face.

"You are such a pretty boy, look what you are doing to my cock," she says, her voice low and seductive. Her hand reaches down lifting her cock in her hand till it's sticking straight out. "I can't wait to see your pretty lips stretched around my cock."

I plead, I beg her, "Please Mistress, please don't make me do that, please." There are tears running down my cheeks now.

"Don't worry slave, you don't have to suck it if you don't want to," she says, her voice hypnotic. The truth is, the only way I will let you suck it, is if you beg to suck it. It is an honor and privilege to suck my cock slave. She reaches over and picks up the flogger. "Now slave, we have neglected your sweet little bubble butt, haven't we?"

"NO NO please, Mistress," I beg.

"You don't want me to flog your ass slave?" she asks.

"No please Mistress," I tell her.

"As you wish slave, of course, now you must learn the consequences of using the word 'no' when you talk to me," she says as she goes to the closet again. When she returns she has a different whip in her hand. Its not really a whip, it has a wooden handle attached to a leather strap. The strap is about 18" long and 2" wide. "You must learn that when you refuse one thing, that the consequences can be much worse than what was originally asked of you. You must learn to trust your Mistress."

I start begging her not to use the strap on me, she looks at me, her eyes cold. She reaches down and strokes her cock, its now over 8" and thick. She licks her lips as she strokes it staring at me. Then she moves behind me.

I struggle trying to get free but can't move at all. Then suddenly, pain explodes on my ass. WHACK

I cry out loudly, it really, really hurt. It's so much more intense than anything I imagined when I fantasized about being punished. Then again, WHACK, the strap striking across both ass cheeks. I cry out louder, "OH GOD!!!!" 

She stands there as I struggle to move, my ass feels like its on fire. She looks down and sees two parallel red lines, 2" wide, cross both my ass cheeks. "It hurts doesn't it slave?" she says, her voice cold and hard. "Maybe you will think next time before you tell me 'no' when I ask something of you."

I relax a little as I nod my head yes that I understand, then WHACK. The strap catches me right below my ass cheeks on my thighs. 

"SCREAMMMMMM" 

She walks back in front of me, lifting my chin just enough that I'm staring at her cock. Its now rock hard, sticking straight out, 10" of hard, black cock. 

"Look what whipping you is doing to my cock slave," she says her voice softer now. She reaches down and wipes a couple tears off my cheeks. "Don't cry sweetie, but strapping your nice ass is making my cock so hard. I really don't think I should stop whipping you now, it wouldn't be fair to my cock, would it be slave? My cock does deserve to be pleased," she says as you lifts my chin higher making me look at her. She is licking her lips, her mouth opened in a seductive manner

Then she removes her hand from my face and I hear her heels clicking as she moves behind me. "Mistress, please, it hurts too much, I can take it," clearing begging and pleading with her but it doesn't do any good.

WHACK WHACK WHACK three hard blows landing one after the other on the same spot, right on the bottom of my ass cheeks.

I scream out, the pain unbelievable. Crying hard, shaking my head back and forth as I beg her to stop. No doubt about the sincerity of my begging.

She moves back in front of me then asks, "Is there something you wanted to ask me slave?"

I raise my head and see the cock staring at me, only inches from my mouth. "I can take anymore Mistress," my voice breaking up as I sob and cry like a little boy.

She stands there for a minute then I hear her heels, so loud, as she starts moving back behind me again.

"Wait, wait," I quickly say to her.

She stops and comes back in front of me. "What slave?" she asks.

I can't believe what I'm going to do but I can't take any more of the strap on my ass. "Mistress, I will suck your cock if you still want me too," I say quietly.

"What slave, I can't hear you" she asks again more coldly this time. "Mistress I will suck your cock if you want me to," I say louder.

"I don't want you to suck it if you don't want to slave," her voice cutting into me.

Sobbing loudly, "I really want to Mistress."

"You know what that will make you don't you Steve," she asks. "Yes, Mistress" I tell her, feeling tears dripping from my cheeks.

"Tell me Steve," she commands.

"It will make me a cocksucker Mistress," I tell her, not believing what is happening to me.

"Yes it will Steve," she says, "are you sure you want to be a cocksucker?" Are you ready to beg for the honor of sucking my cock?"

"Yes Mistress," I tell her looking at the floor totally humiliated.

She moves away but not behind me but to the door. "April, come in here now," she says.

OH GOD!!! I can't believe she is doing this but I hear April come into the room and they both come over next to me, Mistress directly in front of me, April to the side.

"Steve wanted to ask me something, I thought maybe you should be here," she says coldly. "Well slave?"

Thought I was humiliated before but can't imagine doing this in front of April. Finally I say, "Mistress, may I suck your cock please?"

"You better do better than that, last chance, or more of the strap slave," she states coldly.

I try to stop my sobbing then start again, "Mistress please let me suck your cock, I want to suck it so much. I want to be a cocksucker and feel your big cock in my mouth. Please Mistress make me a cocksucker...," that is all I can get out before I start crying and can't continue.

April laughs softly, "You are always right Mistress, how did you know he was a faggot?" Can I watch him suck you. I can't wait to see him with your cock in his mouth," she says sounding rather short of breathe. "Cocksucker",she says knowing she is addressing me.

I'm so humiliated, being called a faggot, begging a black women or man or whatever, to let me suck their cock, what happened to me. How did it come to this???

"No honey, you leave us alone now," she tells April, "you will get plenty of opportunities to see sweetie with a cock in his mouth but I want him to myself now."

"Yes Mistress, thank you for letting me hear him beg to be your cocksucker," she says and leaves the room.

Crying softly as I hear the door close and Mistress walk back to me.

"Now where were we slave," she says as she stops in front of me.

*

To be continued...

Steve is never going to be the same, what do you think is going to happen to him? Find out in Chapter 4. 



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 04



In Chapter 3, Steve found out that Ms Storm was not all she seemed. When he saw her cock, he couldn't believe it. He really wanted to get away from it but was securely bound over her ottoman, raised to where his head was about waist level to his Mistress. The distaste he had always had for the gay scene made him want to escape from the situation he was in, but when he looked at her, and forgot about the cock that hung between her legs, did he really didn't want to leave?

I knew I was alone with her now and my mind was running 100mph. How could I do this, I can't suck a cock, I really can't. "Please Mistress, I have made a mistake and I'm so sorry. I can't do this, I really can't. Please just let me go. Please???" I say knowing my pleading must sound so pathetic. How did I let myself get put into a situation like this. Can feel tears running down my cheeks.

"Of course you can pretty boy," Mistress tells me as she lifts my head up till im looking right at her cock. "See how nice and big its getting for you," she says as she slowly strokes it.

I can't help but look, it being right in front of my face. Its so big, guessing it to be about 9" long and thick. The head is a deep purple and as I watch, I large drop of precum forms at the piss hole.

"It's for you sweetie, lick it off for your Mistress," she says her voice smooth and comforting.

"I can't, I can't Mistress," I beg off from having to do it.

SLAP!!! Realize she let loose of her cock and slapped my cheek hard as she holds my chin up. It really stings. 

"Look up at me Stevie," she commands. When I do, she asks, "Do you think that you can tell me you can't and I will just forget about it? Is that what you think?" her voice now cold and almost scary.

"No Mistress, please I'm so sorry, I just didn't know I was getting into anything like this, the punishment and having to do fag stuff," I tell her trying to sound sincere and humble.

"Well sweetie, you are into it, and whether you like it or not, you will stay in it till I decide you may leave," she says as she releases my chin.

My head drops down and I see tears drip from my cheeks to the wooden floor, pleading "Please, please..." my voice choked away by my tears.

"Look up at me sweetie," she says softly.

I look up at her, she really is beautiful im thinking when... SLAP. Her hand slaps my other cheek hard. My head snaps to the side, not believing she did that. It really hurts, my face stings, thinking I can taste blood in my mouth. Looking down at the floor, my sobs seem loud in the quietness of the room.

"Look at me again slave," her voice so cold.

I know she is going to hit me again if I do. "Please don't Mistress, please don't hurt me," I plead. I hear her move from in front of me, down my side and then behind me. So scared, I try turning to see what she is doing but she moves out of my field of vision. Then I feel her hands on the back of my thighs and moving up till I feel her take my balls in her hand.

"You must learn to obey your Mistress slave," she says calmly. "When you disobey and do not do as I command, you must learn that you will be punished."

I feel her hand start tightening on my balls, starting to make them hurt. Then feel her start pulling them back between my legs, the pain getting worse.

Her voice smooth as she talks to me. "Slave, you have so much to learn," she says as she jerks my balls back hard, twisting and squeezing them so hard.

"SCREAMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSS," the pain unbelievable, feels like she is crushing my balls. She releases them, the pain diminishes but not much. Never have felt pain like that before. Feel like I'm about to throw up. 

I hear her heels, so loud, as she moves in front of me again.

"Look up slave," she commands.

I look up, can feel how red my face is. Tears running down my cheeks as I sob loudly. As I watch her she moves over to a table and picks up a wooden ruler. She moves back in front of me and I stare at her as she starts slapping it into her hand as she stares at me.

"You must learn to obey slave," she says. "The lessons must show you that disobedience is much worse than to obey, no matter the command. Do you think you can learn that slave?" she asks.

I nod my head yes but as she moves past me, she pushes my head down to where I'm looking at the floor again. She is moving behind me again and I start struggling as hard as I can to get loose but can barely move. I'm so scared and tighten up when I feel her hands on my balls again. "NO, NO, NO MORE," my begging frantic as I feel her pulling my balls down and then gripping above them, holding them out, stretched tight in my ball sacs.

CRACK!!! The ruler strikes me right on the balls.

"SCREAMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!!! My screams fill the room. The pain is unbelievable. Feel her release my balls and move back in front of me. Can hear her as she sits down in the big black leather chair. I'm crying hard, my sobs fill the room. The pain in my balls is beyond what I have ever imagined. She sits there not saying anything as my sobbing continues.

"Stevie, I really don't like to have to treat my slaves like that but they must learn," her voice calm like she is lecturing me. "One minute you are begging to suck my cock and then when I come over and offer you the honor of worshiping it, you tell me that you can't do it. Do you think that is proper behavior for a slave?" she asks.

Shaking my head no, still sobbing loudly, wishing I could at least rub my balls to try and ease the pain.

"Answer me slave," she says. 

"No Mistress," I get out between sobs. Hear her get up and watch as she moves to the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth. She starts wiping my face, the cloth nice and cool. I try to stop sobbing and get my tears under control and am pretty successful.

As she wipes my tears away and lets the cool cloth soothe my face, she asks "What would have been proper behavior slave?"

Looking down I say quietly, "I should have licked your cock Mistress."

She moves back to her chair and sits down, laying down the cloth. "Would you like to lick it now slave?" she asks.

I nod my head yes, then remember, "Yes Mistress."

"Look at me Stevie," she says. As I look up at her she says, "Stevie, you must convince me that you don't need another lesson. If you can convince me that you really want to suck my cock, another lesson might not be necessary," she says coldly.

So scared, not wanting to endure pain like that again, I begin, "Mistress, please let me suck your cock. I really want to suck it so much," I tell her as I look at her and lick my lips as sexy as I can. Your cock is so big and so black and I really want to be a cocksucker and learn to worship your black cock. Please, please Mistress, please let me suck your wonderful cock."

I feel so humiliated and can't believe what I'm doing but don't want to take a chance of angering her again. I tighten up in my bindings as she rises and moves toward me. I stare as she moves closer.

"Did I tell you to stop Stevie," she says very quietly.

I look at the cock in front of my face as she starts stroking it. "Please Mistress, please get it nice and big. Please stroke it and let me see your juices again, please," I say broken for the minute. "I want to taste it."

"You want to do this don't you Stevie, you aren't being forced to do it are you?" she asks.

"No Mistress, I really want you to make me your cocksucker, I want to see what it tastes like, I really do," I plead with her. She takes a long stroke, squeezing out a large drop of precum.

"Your tongue, Stevie, stick it out for your Mistress," she says, her voice smooth and silky.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. When I do this, she moves forward just a little and wipes the drop of cum off on the top of my tongue.

"Taste your Mistress, slave," she says.

The taste of her cum is strange, not bad, just strange and when I put my tongue back in my mouth, I can feel the smooth texture, not really slimy like I imagined.

"Do you want more Stevie?" she asks.

"Yes Mistress," I tell her and she moves forward and I stick my tongue out and start licking all over her cock head. Its warm and so smooth. I keep licking all around it as she moves a little closer running her hand through my longish hair.

"Do you like it sweetie?" her voice she smooth and sexy. I nod yes and she asks, "Do you want more cock Stevie?" 

I keep licking her cock head, feeling out of control, but wanting to keep doing it. Occasionally I can taste the precum in my mouth. I nod yes and I feel her move closer and her cock slides between my lips. I have to open my mouth wide to let it in and feel my lips stretch around it. Her hand feels so good in my hair, so soothing. Her hand is gentle but slowly pulls my head forward till her cock fills my mouth.

"Use your tongue sweetie, make your Mistress feel good," she says.

I let my tongue lick the underside of her cock, hear her moan so figure I must be doing ok. Feel her hips moving slowly, letting her cock slide in and out between my lips. When it is almost out, I lick her cock head and then tighten my lips around her cock and suck her back inside. It feels so strange I'm thinking when she pulls it all the way from my mouth. Realize I'm looking up at her, my mouth still open, a little spittle flowing from the corners of my mouth.

"You want some more sweetie?" she asks.

I nod my head yes.

"Ask me properly Stevie," she says.

"Please Mistress, let me suck your cock some more," I tell her.

"You are so pretty with a black cock in your mouth Stevie," she tells me. "Do you like my black cock?" she asks.

I look down embarrassed, "Yes Mistress."

"Do you really want more Stevie?" she asks, "do you really want to be my sweet cocksucker?"

Tears forming in eyes as I realize what I'm doing and saying but can't help myself. "Oh yes Mistress, please," I say.

She reaches down, lifting my chin till I'm looking at her again. "Tell me what you want to be then Stevie," she says.

Humiliated, I tell her, "I want to be a cocksucker Mistress."

"And what do you want Stevie?" she asks.

"I want your black cock in my mouth Mistress, please," I tell her looking at her then opening my mouth wide.

"Good girl," she says as she moves forward and lets me on her cock again.

I suck it in and start sucking her, wanting to make it feel so good for her. I moan as she slowly slides it in and out of my mouth. Hearing her use of the work 'girl' but really doesn't register, just know that I want to suck her cock some more. I try taking it deeper in my mouth but gag on it and pull my head back.

"Easy sweetie, we will teach you to take it all," she says, her fingers running through my hair, "but not today. Just suck on my sweet black cock and you will receive your reward."

I suck on her, using my tongue, feeling it fill my mouth and then out then sucking it back in, can feel some slobber running down my cheeks as I suck on it like I can't get enough.

"You are going to be such a good slave for me Stevie, I'm going to take you to special places in your mind and in my world. You just must trust me," her voice very soothing as I suck her.

After sucking her for quite a while she slowly pulls it from my mouth. My chin and lips soaked with my juices as I look up, my mouth still opens.

"Keep it open sweetie," she says as she strokes her wet cock just inches from my mouth. "Do you want your reward now?" she asks.

It only takes me a minute to realize what she is asking. Oh god, I can't, I'm thinking as I hear her voice.

"Open your mouth wide sweetie and stick your tongue out," she tells me.

I do as she says not really realizing I have a choice, seems like I should just do as I'm told. She start stroking herself faster and in a short time hear her moan and realize what is happening. Suddenly, feel hot liquid in my mouth and realize that she just shot cum into my mouth, then feel it shoot again, more in my mouth and on my tongue. Try to move my head but her hand grips my hair tightly not letting me move. She keeps coming, more going into my mouth, and feel it being sprayed on my cheeks and then all over my face. It feels hot and feel it running down my cheeks.

"Keep your mouth open cocksucker, remember from the bars, you never swallow without permission," she says rather coldly now.

Can feel and taste the cum in my mouth, feel like I'm about to be sick but control my impulses. Realize I just let a man cum in my mouth and on my face. Oh god, and I sucked her cock. Feeling so humiliated, not believing what I just did. I'm not gay, I'm not, I think then feel some cum run from my open mouth down my chin. The taste of cum so strong in my mouth.

"You may swallow now cocksucker," she says.

I start swallowing it, almost gagging. Finally get it down and then lower head and start sobbing. She lifts my head and takes her cock and starts smearing it on my lips. 

"Clean my cock slave, clean it good," she commands, her voice cold and controlling.

She rubs the cum on the end of her cock on my lips till I lick it clean then she rubs her cock on my face, wiping off the cum on my cheeks and chin and bringing it to my lips and making me lick it off. Its so embarrassing and humiliating.

"You are going to be a good slave Stevie, I will be seeing you again soon," she says coldly and turns and leaves the room.

I lay there strapped down over the ottoman, cum still on my face, the taste of cum in my mouth, and my balls aching. I lay there for over a half hour starting to get scared that I will be left there for a long time. Still sobbing a little and know my face must be covered with tears and cum. Then I hear the door open and when I look up April is coming into the room. I look down at the floor, the humiliation of it all.

April is in her maids outfit again. "Look at you, are you alright?" she asks. "My, my, Stevie, what have you been doing?" 

She moves beside me and starts running her fingernails over my ass cheeks softly. "Tell me Stevie, tell me," she says almost giggling.

"None of your business," I tell her. Her hand moves to my balls and she takes them into her hand and squeezes softly. I moan from the pain of my still very sore balls.

"Maybe you didn't hear me properly Stevie boy?" she says and squeezes harder, "don't you dare get smart with me, you little faggot."

"I'm not a faggot," I yell at her.

"Oh yea," she says and goes over and picks up a remote and turns on a tv. When it comes on, I see it looks like a video and realize that what I see is a picture of me tied up on the ottoman. "This looks interesting," she says going over sitting in the chair.

I watch, stunned on what I'm seeing. The video starts where I was begging to suck Mistress's cock. It didn't look like I was being forced or punished, but just looked like I really wanted to suck cock. You could not tell in the video that I had been crying. I continued watching, hearing April making nasty remarks and giggling as she watches. It looks so strange watching that big, black cock slide in and out of my mouth. The part where I was calling myself a cocksucker was so embarrassing and April clapped when I did it. I couldn't tear my eyes away when she started cumming in my mouth, then on my face. She really came a lot, even April was quiet as we both watched intently. I felt so humiliated and dirty.

"Mistress like to video stuff to make sure slaves behave, she really doesn't want to have to send them to your boss or parents if you just behave," she says.

I'm stunned. "She wouldn't do that would she?" I say panicking. 

"Not if you do as you are told Stevie," she tells me, "but if you don't, I guarantee she will. Now would u like me to let you loose?"

"Oh god yes, my balls are killing me," I tell her.

"That is your fault," she tells me coldly. "Tell me what you are and I will let u loose," she tells me almost laughing, "a hint sweetie, it begins with 'f' and ends in 't'."

What a bitch, I think but want to get loose so I do say it. "I'm a faggot," I tell her.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" she asks. "You look like are really love her black cock," she says as she releases me.

I stand up, my legs weak.

"You better go wash the cum off your face faggot," she says laughing, "I will get your clothes."

I go wash up, rinse my mouth out but still have the taste of cum in my mouth. Go back into bedroom as April is bringing my clothes back. "April, those aren't my clothes," I tell her.

"They are now, now get dressed, I have to leave soon," she tells me and leaves.

I look at the clothes, picking up a small black pair of pants. 'What the fuck,' I think. I start pulling the on. Realize they are ladies capri pants. The material is stretchy and fits me skin tight. They just come down a couple inches below my knees and I look down and see my smooth legs. The zipper is on the side and I zip them up. Start to holler for April but realize it won't help. Look at front of pants and can see my cock outlined perfectly, very visible. I can't go out like this then think about tucking cock back between my legs, and when I do that, you can't see anything. Then pick up a pink tshirt and slip it on. It's cut off exposing my midriff and when I look in mirror see 'STEFF' written on front of shirt. OH SHIT!! Only other clothes is a pair of pink tennis shoes like young girls wear. I put them on and look at myself in the mirror.

"Could I look more gay." I say out loud.

"No, I don't think so," April says laughing, having slipped into the room.

"Your keys are at the bar, Alexis has them," she tells me.

"Will u give me a ride April, please." I plead, "I can't go out looking like this."

"It's only a few blocks, the walk will do you good, must keep you faggot boys in shape," she says smiling at me. "Mistress told me to tell you to do as Alexis tells you to do, she will be checking. Now go, I have other things to do besides babysitting faggot cocksuckers." She then leads me to the front door, pushes me out and slams the door behind me.

I turn around. What do I do!!!!

Find out in chapter 5



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 05



Steve has been forced to suck the black cock of his Mistress. He has been forced to tell his Mistress and her maid, April, that he is a faggot and a cocksucker even though the thought of it still nauseates him. He can't believe he has let himself be put in this position but has found out he has been videotaped. In the video, it appears that he is begging to suck cock and that he loves doing it. His Mistress has informed him that the video will be sent to his family and workplace if he doesn't do as he says. After being used and humiliated, Steve is made to put on woman's capri pants and a pink tshirt with 'STEF' written on the front of it and has been pushed out of the house and told to go to the bar where he met his Mistress to get his car keys.

I start walking from the house. It is almost 11:00 at night so not many people walking in the area around Mistress's house. I look down at my clothes and can't believe that I'm dresses as I am. I got to get my keys and get home and figure out how to get myself out of this situation. As I walk along I hear a car approaching from behind me then realize it's slowing down. When I look over I see a black BMW pull over beside the curb next to me. Inside is a white guy around 40, he is looking me over good. The passenger window goes down. 

"Hello," he says, "want a ride?"

I keep walking, trying to ignore him. He drives slowly beside me.

"I love the ways those pants fit you, they make your ass look so hot," he says.

"Please just leave me alone, I'm not interested," I tell him trying to sound as masculine as I can so he won't have any doubt that I'm a guy.

"I can pay you cutie, maybe just a blowjob," he says and I see him reach down and squeeze his crotch.

"NO just go, leave me alone," I tell him feeling like my life is out of control.

"Fag bitch!!!" he says then squeals out leaving me alone.

I stop, feel myself shaking. What am I going to do? I can't handle this. I'm not gay for god sake, I just wanted to meet a sexy woman and look at what is happening. Try to get control of myself as I stand there shaking, feeling like I'm about to cry. Who can I tell about this? How can I get out of this? Realize there is no one I can tell and really don't know what I will do.

As I get closer to the bar, that is located in the gay and xxx rated part of the city, there are more people on the street and I feel so self conscious. I feel like everyone is looking at me and I keep my eyes down and try to walk as fast as I can. I see a couple black hookers standing on the corner watching me walk as I come closer to them.

"Look at the pretty boy Desiree," one of the hookers say to the other, "isn't he so cute?"

"Hey sweetie, you want some of this," the other one says putting her hand down on the crotch of her hot pants.

I ignore them and walk on by but feel my face getting red.

"I didn't think so sweetie," she then says, "figured you were more interested in a big cock." The two of them bust out laughing.

Thinking about how it doesn't stop, I have to get away from here, this place, these clothes. As I walk on hear other men making some fag comments and a couple turn and follow me a little while making very nasty comments about what they want to do to me but they leave after I ignore them. Finally, I see the Pink Panther Lounge and hurry inside.

The place is pretty busy and I make my way to the bar. Feel my ass groped once but when I turn around, the guy is huge so I turn back around and continue to the bar. I hear him laugh. When I get to the bar, I don't see Alex anywhere. I see a bartender come over to me. He has leather pants on but the ass is cut out of them and a leather vest.

He looks at me, "What can I get you?" he asks pausing, "Stef."

Embarrassed, I look down, "Is Alex here?" I ask.

"The little bitch got off a little while ago," he says, "you her new girlfriend?"

"No, I just need to talk to her," I tell him.

"Wouldn't you rather talk to me, I can take care of you much better than that little cunt," he says as his eyes look me over.

"I really need to find Alex, is he here? Please?" I ask him feeling rather desperate, thinking about what I will do if he isn't here with my keys.

"Yea he's probably over there with the rest of the queer boys," he tells me laughing pointing to an area in the bar. "Come back if you decide you want a real man."

I move away and go back to the area he pointed out. I see Alex sitting with a couple other guys. I move towards them and he sees me. His mouth opens wide then he smiles and gets up quickly. 

"Hello again Stevie," he says then smiling, "or should I say Stef."

"No it's Steve, do you have my keys?" I ask him quickly, "I got to go."

"Yes I have them Stevie," he says then smiling, "but sit down, I want to hear all about it."

He takes my arm and pushes me into the booth and slides in beside me. I look at the two guys on the other side of the booth and realize that they are what we used to call flamers. Both had eyeshadow on and I think they even had pink lipstick on.

"Stevie, this is Crystal and Denise. They are so much fun," Alex tells me and I realize how gay he sounds now. "Stevie went to Ms Storms house with her earlier tonight, didn't you Stevie?" Alex says reaching down squeezing my hand.

I pull my hand away from his and when the other two say hello, there voices couldn't have been more fem. I can't believe I'm sitting here with these fucking faggots. "Please Alex, just let me have my keys, please?" I ask

"In a while Stevie, where did you get those clothes, they look so hot on you. I didn't realize what a cute ass you have," he says.

"Its all they gave me to wear, I didn't have a choice," I tell him trying to make him realize that I don't like them.

"Would you like to dance?" the guy named Crystal asks me. His hair is long and is yellow blonde and down to his shoulder.

"No, I don't want to dance," I tell her rather rudely getting very frustrated.

"Sorry Crystal, the first dance is mine," Alex says as he take me hand. "Come Stef, you don't want me give Ms Storm a bad report do you?" he whispers in my ear, squeezing my hand.

Alex leads me to the dance floor, takes my arms and put them around his neck. "Behave Stef, she has spies everywhere," he tells me quietly as he puts his arms around me and pulls me closer. "Did she get video on you Steve?" he asks me quietly.

I look at him and see the concern in his face. I nod my head yes.

"Then she owns you Steve, I'm sorry, I wish I could have warned you, you seem like a nice boy," he tells me. "I have seen boys before that didn't do as she asked and she ruined their lives and they ended up as gay whores anyway. I'm sorry," he says.

"Isn't there anything I can do," I ask him, "please tell me what I can do."

"Unless you are willing to have your family, friends and coworkers to see the videos, you have to do as she says till she tires of you," Alex tells me solemnly, "I know how it is."

"She did it to you too," I ask him surprised.

"Yes Steve, I was once in your shoes except that I knew I was gay before I met her," he tells me.

"But I'm not gay, I've told her that over and over," I tell him. "It really doesn't matter Steve, unless you are willing to suffer the consequences, you must do as she says," he tells me.

"I can't let my dad and brothers know, I just can't," my emotions getting the best of me. "And my job, oh god, what am I going to do Alex?"

"Obey Stef, you are going to obey," he tells me softly. "You must believe me when I tell you she always has people watching and it can get pretty bad if she knows you have not done as told. Do you understand?" he asks, seeming very concerned. "She always knows." 

"But Alex..." I start to say but he interrupts me.

"Some things will be very hard for you to do Steve, but you must," Alex tells me. "She really will try to ruin your life if you displease her."

"Now Stef, when you go back to the booth, you will ask Crystal to go to the jukebox with you. You will lean on the jukebox and push your ass back and sway to the music. It will be very sexy like you want ever man to be watching you. You will giggle and flirt with Crystal until she has no doubt how bad you want her to kiss you," Alex tell me, the tone of his voice totally different. "Do you understand Stef?" he asks me staring.

I look at him and I realize what is happening here, that Alex is giving me her orders. "But Alex?" my voice pleading. He looks at me coldly.

"Do you understand Stef?" he asks emphasizing the Stef.

I nod my head yes.

"Then you know what to do, I have some things I have to pick up." Alex tells me. "You go be a sweet sissy with Crystal. She always knows, and she won't be happy if she sees Steve or Stevie at the jukebox. Now go Stef."

She leaves me standing there and I see men staring at me so walk back toward booth slowly. How can I do this?' I ask myself. I see the two flamers staring at me and smile. I move over and stand in front of the booth. Can feel my face getting red as I lean over a little and ask, "Crystal, will you help me pick out some songs at the jukebox?"

"Sure Steve, of course," Crystal tell me almost giddy.

I look at her and ask her quietly, "Please call me Stef."

She giggles in her fem voice, "Oh yes, I'm so glad you want to be like us."

I start to reply and tell him that flamers disgust me but know I can't. He gets up and grabs my hand. I pull it away.

"Hold my hand Stef and you will swish your ass and try to move like me when we walk to the jukebox," Crystal tell me, her voice still fem but I can tell she is making a point. "She always knows."

I look at her and she smiles at me.

"Let's go girl," she says as she starts pulling me after her.

Crystal is taking small steps, her ass swaying from side to side looking very fem. Embarrassed enough holding hand with this flamer, but I know I must try to do as ordered, so try to walk like she is. We finally get to the jukebox stopping facing each other.

"I didn't think you like me Stef," she says smiling at me.

I look at her, her blonde hair framing her face. With the makeup, she really does look rather feminine. "No Crystal, I just haven't met many...girls...like you," I tell her after catching myself on how to describe her.

She looks up at me slowly licking her lips, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I'm kind of staring at her, "Yes Crystal, I do," I tell her realizing I do think she is pretty when you look at her as a girl and not a boy.

She giggles and grabs both my hands and pull them up in front of her. "I'm so glad, I think you are pretty too," she tells me and moves to where we are looking down to the songs.

Can feel my face getting red as I lean over resting my hands on the jukebox rather disturbed that she is talking to me like we are alike. When she selects some songs, I force myself to lean back trying to stick my ass out provocatively and start moving to the music. I get caught up in the music a little trying to move in a way that I think I would like to watch a girl move.

Crystal is facing my side and moves down to where she can whisper to me. "Show them Stef," she says quietly, "show them your pretty ass."

Embarrassed to having her talking to me like that but keep moving to the music..

"The men are looking at you, thinking about what they want to do to you," she whispers to me her mouth so close that I can feel her warm breathe in my ear. "How they want to touch your ass, run their hands over it. Slide them between your thighs." Her voice so silky, "Can you feel their eyes?"

Her voice almost hypnotic, and realize that her talk is turning me on and that I'm really getting into moving for the men.

"Do you want me to touch it Stef?" she asks.

My mind racing but nod my head yes.

"You must ask me Stef, I need to know you really want me to," she tells me in that voice.

"Please Crystal," I say quietly, still facing down.

"Only if you sound like Stef, I don't want to rub Stevie's ass," she tells. "Be a good sissy for Crystal.

Realize I really want to feel her to touch me and I ask her again trying to sound more fem, "Please feel my ass Crystal, please touch me."

I feel her hand cup one ass cheek softly and try to move back so as to feel more of her touch.

Her voice soft and smooth as she starts running her long fingernails on my ass. "They are watching me touch you," she says, "what do you think they are thinking about you?"

"That I like you touching me like that," I say moaning loudly as you slide your hand between my thighs. 

"Do you think they would like you to spread your legs apart for them?" she asks, "and Stef. moan like a sissy." Her hand pressed up against my balls rather roughly.

"Probably," I tell her.

"Do u want to do it for them?" she asks and I nod yes. "Why do you want to do that Stef?" she asks me then.

Her hand presses up against my balls hard and I moan and I try to make it sound more fem and surprised how fem it really sounds. Embarrassed I tell her, "I want them to watch you touch me more." Her hand move to my inner thighs and starts pressing till I spread my legs wider. Once they are apart her hand move up and with her palm up, presses hard against my cock and ball lifting my crotch up till my legs are straight.

"Hump my hand Stef, you know you want to," Crystal tell me.

I can't help myself and start humping your hand. I haven't cum all night and it feels so good.

"What do you think they think about you now Stef, do you think they think you are a slut,"she says, her voice so sultry. "I think you are, Stef. I saw the way you looked at me earlier and look at you now, humping my hand like a slut."

I don't answer right away and suddenly she moves her hand away. "Please don't stop," I plead.

"Tell me what you are then Stef," she says.

"I'm a slut," I tell her quietly.

"You don't sound like a slut to me," she says.

I raise my voice and say it again, "I'm a slut."

Her hand starts rubbing my crotch again and I moan.

"Keep saying it Stef, and louder. I want to you to believe what you are saying." she says as her hand feels so good. 

Know I will come soon if she doesn't stop but I need it so badly that I'm really humping her hand. Between my moans, I start repeating it over and over, louder and louder till I'm sure the closest men must hear me.

Suddenly she stops again and pull me upright and turns me to face her. I'm panting, so turned on, and I move to her and she brings her lips to mine and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and I open my mouth when I feel her tongue as we kiss and kiss. My arms go around her neck and hold her close. Her tongue explores my mouth, my moans flowing into her mouth. 

When she breaks the kiss, her face goes to my neck and starts kissing and licking it making me moan loudly. Look up and realize I'm looking right at the men who have been watching me. Some of them have their cocks out and are stroking themselves. A couple of the boys on the floor are sucking their Masters.

She moves to my ear, "Repeat it slut." She moves back to my neck starting to suck on it high up on the side.

I look at them, look at the cocks, then do it, "I'm a slut," I say quietly. Crystal keeps sucking on my neck and realizes she is giving me a hickey but I can't stop her, it just feels too good. Soon I realize I'm saying it louder and louder with my moans also getting louder and I can hear how fem they sound but I just don't care.

Suddenly she stops and moves behind me pulling my arms behind my back. Let them see how smooth you are Stef," she whispers in my ear. "Let them see that you don't have a cock. They will know Ms Storm has taken your manhood from you and that you belong to her."

I see them looking at me and down at my smooth crotch. Know they are thinking I'm a sissy faggot for sure. She turns me around and kisses me again, her hand pulling my ass cheeks apart for the men to see. I'm so turned on and need to cum so badly but she breaks the kiss and taking my hand starts leading me back to the booth. I'm so out of it, I follow her obediently. 

Alex is waiting in the booth. Crystal is all smiles. "Alexis, Stef likes being a sexy girl and likes showing off for the men. Didn't you just love it Stef?" she asks.

She leans over and kisses me right in front of them and I let her and I find myself kissing her back. When we break the kiss, it hits me what I have been doing. How could I behave like that. Why did I do it and then I think about what could happen if I didn't do it. But what really bothers me is how I felt. How much I wanted it and how I feel now. I need to cum so badly.

Alexis picks up a purse and takes my hand and leads me into the woman's room. "You must always use this bathroom Stef, the other one is for men," she tells me. She holds a finger up when I start to talk letting me know to be quiet. She reaches into the purse and takes out a bottle of pills. "Your sexually activities are going to increase Stef, you must take these to keep up your strength," she tells me. "Take them twice a day even though instructions say once a day. She will know if you don't, she always know," she tells me repeating the mantra.

Reaching back into the bag she comes out with a black dildo. Then I realize it's a butt plug. It was different though, with four different size bulbs on the plug, each bigger than the preceding one. It was made of some type of silicone. She hands it to me along with a small bottle of lube. "Do you need help with this." she asks me.

"What am I suppose to do," I ask knowing the answer.

"Well sweetie you can go into a stall and put this into your pussy or I can help you do it out here, but one way or the other, this is going to be in your cunt when we walk out of here," she tells me almost sounding angry. Was she mad about what I did with Crystal?

I take the buttplug and the lube and move into the stall. I look at it, it's about 5 inches long, the biggest protruding bulb about an inch and a half at its widest. I start lubing it up and then unzip my slacks. Feel so weird to have them unzip there. I push them down to my knees and spread my legs as much as the pants allow. I lean over and put the plug against my asshole and start pushing. The first bulb is small and slides in without much discomfort. The next one is harder and I moan as I slides in. Feels deep in my ass already.

"Don't take all day bitch," Alex shouts at me.

I start pushing hard but its too big and I don't get the third bulb in but moan loud. "I think it's too big," I tell Alex.

'Open the stall door bitch," Alex tell me.

When I do, I look out and Crystal and Denise are standing there with him, holding hands. Alex reaches in and pulls me from the stall. I have to waddle out since the pants are still at my knees. She takes her hand and presses down on my back making me bend over. Her hand pushes mine from the buttplug and I feel her grab it, wiggling it around a little. 

"Don't you like it slut?" Alex asks. "If you don't, you probably are really going to hate this," she says as she pushes the rest of the plug up my ass in one hard shove.

I cry out loudly when the pain hits. Feels like something in my ass has been ripped. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!!!" I plead with him. "It's too big."

"I think someone is jealous," Denise says, her and Crystal giggling.

"Why don't you bitches just shut up," Alex tells them. 

I'm still being held bend over, the pain in my ass so intense. Tears running down my cheeks.

"You can only remove that when you need to go to the bathroom bitch,' her voice cold and angry. I wonder if he really is jealous of what I did with Crystal. He did tell me do it after all. "Go to your knees, NOW!" he barks.

I do it, going to my knees, the plug moving making me cry out loudly.

"Since you are so proud of being a slut and enjoy telling everyone a slut you are, why don't you come suck my cock," Alex tells me coldly. "Get it out slut."




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 05



Understand now that must be the thing that is pissing him off. I unzip him and take his cock out and really surprised how big it is. His hand moves to the back of my head and he pulls my head forward sliding his cock in then shoves my head down hard on his cock gagging me. I'm trying not to choke but he holds my head down hard.

"That is how sluts are fed cock," he tells me when he lifts my head off his cock. Then he pushes my head down till my lips are in his pubes and I'm choking on his cock. Over and over, he does it till I learn to take it without choking. Then he grabs me by the sides of my head and starts face fucking me hard. I can see Crystal and Denise kissing then realizes they are stroking each others cocks.

I feel his cock swell in my mouth but he pulls it out and moves back and shots cum on my face. Later squirts land on my tshirt. Can feel the hot cum on my face, some dripping from my chin onto the tshirt. 

"Ladies?" Alex asks Crystal and Denise.

I wonder what he means till they move in front of me. They are stroking each other and they cum at the same time. I can feel it spraying all over my face. Looking down, I can see more cum spots all over my tshirt.

"You don't get any to eat without her permission slut," Alex tells me still sounding pissed. "Just leave it where it is."

He pulls me to my feet and makes me look in the mirror. "You really are a slut Stef, I don't know why I didn't see it earlier," he tells me holding my hair tightly making me look at myself . Cum all over my cheeks dripping from my chin. "She saw it, she knew. Look at you." Tears running down my cheeks mixing with the cum.

"You may wash your face off if you want, don't touch your tshirt," she tells me and I start for the sinks. "No slut, not there, over there." and he points to the toilets. "Crawl over there, stick your head into the water and wash it off. Don't use your hands slut."

I start crawling to one of the toilets, the hard floor hurting my knees. When I get to it, I can see that someone has pissed in it and didn't flush. I start towards a different toilets..

"No slut, use your first choice," he tells me. I can hear the other two laughing.

"But Alex, someone peed in it," I plead with him.

"Use it or go out like you are," he answers.

I crawl over to it and put my head above it and can smell the piss. I take a deep breathe and lower my head into the water moving it around trying to wash the cum off. I raise my head and take a breathe, the smell of the piss on my face so strong. Can still feels the cum on my face so lower my head into the water again. As I try to move I feel a hand on back of my head and when I try to raise it I can't. Trying to hold breathe but can only go so long till I exhale and the piss and water enters my mouth. Just then, he pulls my head out of the water, me gasping and spitting, the piss tastes so nasty.

"SLUT!" he says and stomps from the room.

Crystal comes over with a towel and drys my face off but the taste in my mouth remains. "The bartender you talked to when you came in tonight has your keys Stef. It's time for all us girls to leave," she tells me and Denise and her leave the bathroom.

I get up and look at myself, the ends of my hair wet from the toilet water. My eyes all red from crying and choking in the water. My ass still hurting and I try moving and adjusting the buttplug till it doesn't hurt as much. I look at my neck and see a big black hickey high on my neck. How will I ever hide that? I start crying, feeling so alone. I wash my face off and rinse out my mouth but can't get rid of the taste of the piss. Looking at my tshirt, the cum spots so obvious. I want to try and wipe it off some but remember Alex told me not to touch it, so I don't. I adjust my clothes and comb my hair, so dreading having to back in there looking like this.

I work up my nerve and open the door and walk out into the lounge. The buttplug feels so big in me and I have to take smaller steps to keep it from hurting as much. See men look at me, whisper to their friends and then everyone at the table smiling at me. I see them say things to each other and everyone laughs. My ass gets groped a few times as I move between the tables but I don't stop. After all, what can I say? I finally make it to the bar and the same bartender comes over.

"Well what have we got here?" he says smirking.

"Do u have my keys?" I ask.

"I have some keys but told only to give them to Stef, you don't sound like a Stef would sound," he tells me, his smile letting me know how much he is enjoying himself.

I try to sound as fem as possible, "May I please have my keys? My name is Stef," I say to him. "Please." He looks at me, his eyes focusing on my tshirt.

"It does say STEF, but what are all those spots?" he asks grinning.

I look down and say quietly, "Cumspots Sir."

"What Stef, I couldn't hear you," he tells me.

"Cumspots Sir," I say louder so embarrassed. He laughs loudly.

"You girls are no nasty. I saw you dancing and showing off for the men but I couldn't hear what you were saying," he says, "what were you telling them?"

Still looking down I tell him. "I told them that I was a slut," I say.

"Are you a slut Stef?" he asks me seriously.

"Yes," I say so embarrassed but don't know if Mistress is making him do this and I don't want to take a chance.

"Come down to the end of the bar," he tells me and I do it. He moves from behind the bar to where he is standing near me and whispers in my ear, "I am going to touch your pussy while you tell me what a slut you are."

I feel his hand touch the smooth front of my pants. I'm still so in need of cumming, my balls aching for relief. "I'm a slut," I whisper in his ear, my lips almost touching it.

"You want me to touch you, don't you slut?" he asks.

I feel his other hand on my ass and then one finger on the hand on my crotch slides between my legs, making me moan as he touches me softly there. I move against him and quietly whisper, "Oh yes, please touch me there."

"It's too bad you belong to her," he tells me forcing his hand between my legs, rubbing my cock and balls. My cock hurts trying to get hard but bent back between my legs. I start moving back and forth on his hand. It feels so good. "Has she fucked you yet?" he asks.

"No, but..." I pause.

"But what?" he asks.

Embarrassed, I tell him about the buttplug up my ass. I feel the hand on my ass move between my cheeks and feel him push a little on the plug when he finds it. I moan loudly. He keeps rubbing my smooth crotch as he pushes and then relaxes the pressure he is putting on the end of the plug.

"You have no idea what is going to happen to you, do you Stef?" he asks as he continues. 

I moan loudly as he pushes hard on the plug. I put my arms around his neck, "Please let me cum, please." I kiss his neck holding him tight. He starts stroking my crotch faster and faster and know the moans I hear are mine. Several men standing near us watching. I pump against his hand till it hits me, I throw my head back moaning loudly as I cum hard in my black pants. I can feel my hot cum filling my pants. My legs feel weak but he is holding me up till I recover a little.

"Time for you to go home Stef," he tells me as he hands me my keys and lets go of me.

I look around realizing what just happened in front of all these people. I grab the keys and start moving quickly for the door. I can feel my cum squishing in my pants as I walk and start crying and run out of the bar and to my car. I sit in my car crying hard, the buttplug pressing up into me reminding me that this all really happened. 'How did this all get so out of my control,' I wonder to myself. Continue crying most of the way home and go into my apartment and throw myself on the bed. 'What is going to happen to me?' I wonder as I fall asleep.

Find out in Chapter 6



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 06a



Ms Storm has videotaped me begging to suck her cock, and sucking it, and letting her cum in my mouth. I have been informed that if I don't do as told, everyone close to me will see a copy of the tape. I had been made to dress rather fem and go back to the gay lounge and hang around with some sissy fag boys. I even showed off for other men and let them watch me act like a sissy. I finally got my car keys back and had made it home where I collapsed on the bed crying myself to sleep.

I wake up slowly, my mind still groggy from sleep. My mouth dry and tasting bad, I realize I still have clothes on. I look down and see the pink tshirt and it comes back to me and I sit up quickly and see the black capri pants and my mind goes back to last night. What did I do??? I move and feel the buttplug still up my ass and get up off the bed slowly.

I reach back and unzip the pants and slide them down. They stick to me in places and I realize what made them stick. I remember cumming in them and running from the bar. I look down, my smooth crotch looks so strange, my cock shriveled up from being tucked between my legs and looks so small compared to her. Thinking about how big it was and so black and I sucked it like a fag. How did this all happen?? Then remember the threats and panic when I remember that she the power to ruin my life. I got to find a way out of this, thinking about how bad it could get. Christ, look what she made me do the first time we meet. Oh God!!!

I bend over and pull the buttplug from my ass slowly. I can feel the bulbs on the dildo as I pull it out of my ass, my ass opening and closing on the bulbs. It feels so strange when its out, my ass still feels like it opened out. I quickly pull the other clothes off me and look at the clock. Oh shit, 7:00 already, I have to get ready for work. Get into the shower and try to wash all the crud off me, feeling so dirty. Feels so weird not to have any hair on my body and soap myself up good. My cock starts to respond a little as I wash it and I look at it and realize I feel embarrassed that it isn't bigger. Thinking about how I never worried about it much before but now it just seems so small.

I get out and start drying off, looking in the mirror. Then I see the hickey, its black and very noticeable. Damn, how am I going to cover that up, its too high for my collar. It looks so bad, reminding me of the checkers you see in convenience stores, white trash girls with their dirty hair and hickeys on their necks. I brush my teeth trying to get rid of the taste in my mouth. I can't believe Alex did that to me last night, that was so nasty. Get cleaned up, put a nice suit on and get ready to leave. Shake my head as I remember things I did last night, what the fuck?? Wondering if I was drugged or something.  Thinking about being drugged makes me remember the pills Alex gave me and I go take two of them.  I look over at the buttplug and think about what Alex said about wearing it all the time but no way am I going to wear that all day at work. Walk out and head to work.

I get to work, trying to avoid people as much as I can. I see a couple people notice my hickey but they don't say anything but the look...I know what they are thinking. I settle in, getting busy till I hear clicking high heels and I know it is the boss lady, the one I told you about before. I look up and it is her but, to my shock and horror, walking beside her is Ms Storm. I panic, dropping back into my seat, as I hear them laughing about something. They continue into her office and I hear the door shut. 

Oh god, what is she doing here??? She said she wouldn't say anything if I did what she asked. Can feel my hands shaking as I reach down and open a drawer and right on the top of the papers is a pair of red panties. I shut the drawer quickly and look around to see if anyone saw anything. Then I open it up slowly and see the small note stuck into the panties. My shaking hands lift up the note and I read it: 'you bad boy, you better have these on before I leave Ms Hunters office.' Can feel my face getting red as I shut the drawer. How did she get them in there? How did she know this was my desk?

I look at Ms Hunters office and see her sitting in there and Ms Storm walking back and forth in front of her talking. Then she comes to the window and looks right in my direction. I duck down, don't know if she saw me or not. My mind goes to the panties and I know that I had better do it, so I open the drawer and take the panties out and stick them in my pants pocket and go to the men's room. I get into one of the stalls and take me shoes off, then my pants. Standing there in my jockeys, I slide them down and step into the panties and slide them up and without really thinking about it, tuck my cock back between my legs and pull them up snugly. The silky feel of them on my smooth balls is very nice. I get dressed again quickly and head back to my cubicle dropping my jockeys in the trash can in the bathroom, making sure they are covered up with dirty paper towels.

Walking back to my cubicle, I feel so self conscious, feeling like everyone knows that I have panties on now. Find the safety of my cubicle, sitting down, my mind racing like its out of control. Try to work but can't concentrate and my head snaps up when I hear Ms Hunters door open and Ms Storm walks out, not even glancing in my direction. I relax a little but jump when my phone rings. I look at Ms Hunters office and see she isn't on the phone and I feel so relieved to see that. I answer the phone. "Hello."

"Stairwell Stef, NOW!!" her voice leaving no doubt who it is. She hangs up.

I put the phone down. I look around and no one paying any attention to me and I get up and walk through the other cubicles till I reach the front door of our large office and go out into the hallway. I see the door to the stairwell and move there and through the door quickly. My Mistress is standing there, arms crossed.

"Show me Stef," she says looking down at my crotch.

"Here Mistress?" I ask.

"Yes, here and now Stef, the longer you wait, the more chance someone will walk through that door," she tells me, "drop your pants now and show me your panties."

I hesitate then do it, unfastening my pants and lowering them to where she can see my panties.

"Drop them Stef," she says and I do, them falling in a pile around my ankles. "Much better, thank me Stef, thank me for your panties," she says as she moves close to me. 

Her hand is rubbing the smooth front of my panties and can feel my cock reacting to her touch.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you for my pretty panties," I tell her.

She moves her hand between my legs, rubbing my cock through my panties but keeping it tucked back between my legs. "Is this how he did it last night Stef? Is this how he touched you?"

I can't help myself and start moving against her hand. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry," I say quietly.

"Did you try and stop him Stef?" she asks.

"No Mistress," I saw embarrassed.

"Did you want him to stop?" she asks "or did you want him to play with your pussy like I'm playing with it now?"

She is close to me know and I lay my head on her shoulder as I moan when you stroke my just right. "I wanted him to do it Mistress and I want you to play with my pussy now," I tell her as I hump her hand faster. It feels so good.

"You looked so pretty last night with my black cock in your mouth Stef, like such a pretty girl," she says quietly in my ear.

Her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, I don't know how much more I can take.

"You do want to be my pretty girl, don't u Stef?" she asks, "my pretty little sissy." Her hands making me feel so good.

I lean into her, "Yes Mistress, yesssssssssss," I moan loudly as I cum in my panties. I shoot load after load into the panties. My knees feeling weak as she helps support me with her hand between my legs.

"Good girl," she tells me, "now take those panties off, you can't go back to work with all that cum in them."

I slide off my pants then take the panties off holding them so the white glob of cum is held in the crotch of the panties. I try to hand them to her.

"No sweetie, clean them up so you can put them back on," she tells me looking at me intently.

I look at the sink but she grabs my wrist.

"Lick it all up Stef, lick all your sweet cum out of your panties for your Mistress," she tells me, "show her what a good girl you are."

I look at it then at her and realize I'm standing in stairwell almost naked and lean down and lick up a little with my tongue. It's still warm and it doesn't taste that bad and I keep licking till I have licked them clean.

"Good girl, now get dressed and put your panties back on," she tells me.

I get dressed sliding the panties back on, tucking myself back. The taste of cum is strong in my mouth and can feel the wet panties on my ass.

"You chose not to follow your instructions correctly Stef." she tells me coldly, "weren't you told to wear the buttplug at all times?"

"Yes Mistress," I tell her looking down submissively.

"There are always choices to make Stef and consequences for obeying or disobeying. Obviously I haven't made that clear enough yet," she tells me as her eyes bore holes in me.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't know you wanted me to wear it to work too," I tell her my voice sounding so wimpy.

"8:00 sharp, my place Stef, do not be late," she tells me then leaves the stairwell leaving me standing there.

I stand there shaking, realizing what I just did at work then collect myself enough to go back into the office and try to get some work done without much success. Go to lunch later and sit by myself. Have a couple of the younger girls come sit by me.

"What's wrong with you Steve?' one of them asks. "You haven't made any your sexual comments all day."

"Nothing," I tell them, "I just have some things on my mind." 

"Thinking about your hot date last night," she asks.

My head jerks up, "What hot date?" I ask. 'She can't possibly know, can she?' I think to myself.

"Not sure Steve, just haven't seen a hickey like that in years," she says as they both laugh.

My face turns beet red and I finish quickly and leave the dining room. I go back to my desk trying to figure a way out of my situation. No solutions come to me and I finally force myself to get back to work trying to get my mind off of everything that has happened to me in the last 24 hours.It's almost quitting time when my phone rings.

"Ms Hunter wants to talk to you Steve," the voice tells me and I recognize her secretary's voice.

"Ok," I say nervously hanging up the phone.

I am panicking big time as I make me way to her office. Ms Hunter's secretary looks me over then tells me to go on in.

I walk into her office and she is sitting behind her desk and ignores me. I stand in front of her desk, very uncomfortable and nervous. What did Ms Storm tell her, I wonder. After a couple minutes, she looks up. 

"Sit down Steve," she tells me and I sit down in the chair in front of her desk. It's a straight chair and I sit in it stiffly. "You realize that you represent this firm both here at work and when you are off work, don't you Steve?" she asks.

"Yes Ms Hunter, I do," I answer.

"How do you think that hickey looks to our clients Steve, professional?" her voice icy.

Not knowing what to say, I just stand there dumbfounded. I don't know why she intimidates me so but I have so much trouble controlling myself when alone with her.

"Don't you think you should tell your girlfriend or maybe your boyfriend how unprofessional that looks," she says.

"I'm not gay, Ms Hunter, and I'm sorry about this," I tell her, my voice cracking.

"Whatever, Steve, you never know," she says.  "Some guys act so straight and the next thing you know they are prancing around in panties," she said, her voice smooth and cold.

I can feel my face turning red.

"That juvenile behavior will not be tolerated by my associates here Steve," he says, "if you can't control yourself maybe I will make you my secretary and give Jane your job." She gets up and move around her desk till she is standing right in front of me, looking down at me. "Do you think you can control yourself Steve and be a good little boy?" she says seriously.

Embarrassed, looking down at the floor, nodding my head yes.

"Look at me Steve," she says.

I look up at her, her glare cutting through me. 

"Tell me Steve," she says.

"I can control myself Ms Hunter, I won't let anything like this happen again," I promise her.

"Tell me you are going to be a good little boy Steve?"

So embarrassed I look down and say quietly, "I will be a good little boy."

"I see the way you look at me Steve,"she says, "I even saw you looking at me and my guest this morning when we arrived. Do you know her?"

"No, I don't know her," I say too quickly and too nervously.

"She is a very interesting woman, called me this morning about meeting and discussing a business matter," she tells me, "a very interesting woman. We might be doing some business together. She presented me with a very interesting proposition."

Hard to breathe, my mind in turmoil. Did Mistress tell her what happened between us. Her comment about the panties has me so worried. I stand there not saying anything, so off balance.

"Are you alright Steve," she asks.

"Yes Ms Hunter, sorry, I'm kind of tired," I tell her.

She stares through me, "Maybe you need to stay home tonight and catch up on your sleep. Staying out and dancing all night can catch up with you," she tells me as she rises and moves behind me.

Her hand touches my hair pushing it back and I turn and can see her looking at the hickey on my neck.

"You may leave now, bad boy," she says smiling to herself.

I get up and leave quickly going to my cubicle. Shaking bad, she has never talked to me like that before. 'What did Ms Storm tell her,' I wonder as a chill runs down my back. I finish the work I had started and go home. I feel so lost.

I get undressed and stop when I'm down to the panties. I look at myself in the mirror. With my cock tucked back, it pushes my ball sack up a little on either side of my cock and through the panties, it looks like I have pussy lips. I reach down and rub the front of my panties and then down to my lips. It feels so good. I turn around to see my ass in the panties and like the way my ass cheeks look. My hand moves back running lightly over the pants. My eyes close as a soft moan escapes my mouth. Oh god, what am I doing??? I move my hand away and take the panties off quickly.

I go take a shower thensit down and relax as much as I can. I look at the clock, 6:00, two hours. How can I get out of this? I think and think, but no answers and I know I must go see her again. Trying to figure what to wear and remember what she said about my underwear and don't want to take a chance of pissing her off again. I get up and go rinse out the panties and throw them in the dryer until they are dry then put them on again..

I get out a pair of my jeans that fit pretty tightly and put on a black tshirt.  After putting on my white tennis shoes, I sit down and try to imagine what is about to happen. Realize I'm really very nervous, bordering on scared but I know I must go. I can't let others know about me. I remember the pills and go take two more. The clock moves quickly as I pace around the room, then remember that she got mad at me for not having the buttplug on at work so I go find it in the bathroom.

I unfasten my jeans, pulling them down, then reach down and pull my panties down around my knees. I find some baby oil and lube up the buttplug then bend over and start sliding it into my ass. It slides in pretty easy and when I get the second of the four bulbs on the dildo inside me, I start moving it in and out slowly. It really feels rather good until I push harder and moan loudly as the third bulb slides into my ass. I start trying to finish but it is so tight and it hurts. Finally I just shove hard and it slides in and I feel my ass ring close down over it, holding it tight, buried deep up my ass. I moan as I slowly straighten up, it feels so big.

Time to go and I drive over to her house. Walking up to the stairs, the buttplug moving with every step, hoping that tonight will be different. April answers the door, dressed again in her maid uniform.

"Come with me Stef, you don't want her to see you dressed like that," April tells me quietly. She leads me up a staircase and into a bedroom. The bedroom is very fem, done mainly in pinks and whites. There is a flowered canopy bed with white bedposts and a makeup table in the corner. There is a 3-angle mirror in corner like you see in clothing stores.

"Get undressed, we don't have a lot of time," she tells me her voice sounded hurry and kind of nervous.

I start undressing and notice April's face when she sees the panties on me. She smiles just a little. I stand there in front of her with just the panties on. I can feel my cock responding between my ass cheeks but it always hurts when it tries to get hard, tucked back as I have it.

"Take your panties off too Stef," she says.

When I do my cock springs out and she notices how erect it is. I wonder whether she is thinking about me being small or whether she likes seeing it. She walks over close to me and suddenly her hand slaps down on my cock hard.

"OWWWWW, what the fuck," I cry out.

"If she sees you get hard, it will be much worse than a little slap to your cock Stef," she tells me, "much worse."

The pain has made my erection subside and still can feel the stinging on my cock. Damn, that hurt, I think to myself. She goes over to a dresser and opening a drawer, bringing a pair of black stocking over to me. 

"Put these on, and make sure you get your seams straight," April tells me.

I have seen women put them on before and roll them up and slide them up my legs. The nylon feels good on my smooth legs especially when I smooth them out on my legs. When I get them on, I look over at April. 

"Ok Stef, come stand up over here," she tells me and I go to the area she indicated. "Lift your arms up sweetie," she says.

"April, please don't call me that, I really hate it," I tell her seriously.

As she wraps a black garment around my waist she tells me, "Sure sweetie, anything you want sweetie."

I realize again that she really isn't my friend. I don't know if she even likes me. I look down to see what she put around me and realize it's a corset. I feel her starts lacing it up, it reaching down over my hips a little and coming up over my breasts. The cups look big, don't know how she could ever tighten it enough to make it look right. She is tightening the waist area, pulling the laces tight. 

"Breathe in Step, take a deep breathe," she tells me and when I do she pulls the laces tighter. Its tight enough that it is hard to take a deep breathe. Then she goes back to the dresser carrying some weird looking things then I realize what they are.

"April, do I have to do this?" I ask almost pleading. " I really am not into being dressed like this.

"You be quiet Stef" you should be glad that I'm helping you please your Mistress," she tells me coldly. "Pleasing your Mistress is all you should think about Stef and if she wants you to dress in a certain way, it is the least you can do."

She then lifts one of the large silicone breast forms and puts it into one of the cups on the corset. It is huge looking to be DD or E size. Then she inserts the other one and starts tightening the top portion of the corset. It presses the breast forms up, making them fit snuggle against my chest but they look so big and they creates a lot of cleavage. She then fastens the garters on the corset to my nylons, making sure that everything is lined up correctly.

She then leads me over to the makeup chair and tells me to sit down and not say a word. She turns me towards her to where I can't see in the mirror and starts working on my face. Not sure what all she is doing but I do see the long false eyelashes as she puts them on me. After about 45 minutes, she stops and hands me a red sweater.




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 06a



"Pull this on over you head and hold it out so it doesn't hit your face girl," she tells me.

I pull it on and it fits tightly. When I look down I see the fake breasts, they are standing straight out in the sweater and look even bigger. You can see the fake nipples pressing through the tight sweater. Its pretty tight around my waist but lies pretty smoothly over the corset.  "Bend over Stef," she tells me and when I do I feel her hand on the buttplug. "Did you really forget to wear this to work?" she asks and I nod my head yes. "Didn't I tell you to wear it all the time?" she asks me forcefully, "Didn't I tell you???"

She pulls it from me ass as I mumble, "Yes you told me but I didn't think she meant work too." She shoves it back in hard making me cry out.

"You must not think, you must obey. You must learn, it's so important that you obey," she says so seriously. She presses against the end of the buttplug forcing it deeper into me. "You must."

She then pulls it out and goes into the bathroom and comes back with a warm wash cloth. 

"Bend over, let me clean up your pussy," she tells.

I don't reply, just bending over, so humiliating to have her wiping my ass clean. She then hands me a black skirt and tells me to put it on. I pull it up over my hips, its tight on my hips and down my thighs. I pull it down till it covers the lacy top of my nylons.

"Tuck your sweater in Stef," and I tuck the sweater into my skirt. Everything feels snug on me. "Sit down on your makeup stool again and when I do she starts brushing me hair out, spraying some shit on it every once in a while. Then she hands me a pair of 4" black heels with ankle straps. She kneels down, putting them on my feet and fastening them.

"Stand up Stef," she tells me.

I stand up and she leads me over to a full length mirror and I look at myself for the first time. Looking back at me is a sexy looking woman. Her waist small, her breasts large, makeup heavy and very exotic looking. The heels make my legs look so much slimmer. The look is one I would associate with a call girl, a classy one but one that leaves no doubt what she is. Can't believe how I look.

"What do you think Stef," she says smiling.

"I don't know, I can't believe what I look like dressed like this," I tell her.

"Dressed like a whore," she says, she voice low and sultry. "I'm sure you will look so nice on the tape."

My head jerks up in surprise looking at her questioning.

"Oh yes, didn't she tell you?" she says smiling at me, "she didn't tell you that you were going to be a movie star?"

"NO!! What are u talking about?" I ask her panicking.

"All you have to do is do as you are told and do what comes natural to you gay guys," she tells.

"I keep telling you. I'm not gay," I say in a whiny voice.

April laughs and turns me to face the mirror. "You sure Stef, are you sure?" she says in her sexy voice.

I look at myself and wonder how it got to this. Two days ago my life was fine, look at me.

"Do as you are told Stef, now walk for me," April commands. 

I start walking wobbling on the heels, but keep working at it till I don't do too bad if I take small steps.

"Place one foot in front of the other and walk with your hips. Let them move from side to side as you walk," April instructs.

I do as she says and can feel the difference as I walk. Can feel my hips swaying as I move. Thinking about the movies I have seen and how whores walk and try to move like that.

"Much better Stef, and don't forget your voice," she tells me. "It's time for us to go downstairs."

"But April, I don't have any panties on," I say.

"I know sweetie," she says smiling wickedly.



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 06b



April grabs my arm helping me down the stairs, the heels hard to handle going down the steps. Then she leads me into the library, the lights are dimmed but see Mistress sitting in her chair. Then as I look around, I see four other days in the room. All are dressed very erotically, and are all very stunning. I stop, stunned that strangers are seeing me dressed like this. 

My Mistress's voice breaks the silence. "Ladies, I would like to introduce you to my new whore Stephanie. She has been summoned to perform for you lady's amusement, haven't you Stepanie?" she asks me.

"Yes Mistress,"I answer, know that it will be worse if I answer otherwise.

Mistress rises and walks over to me. "Isn't she pretty?" Mistress asks her friends as she strokes my face with her fingers.. "Once she tasted my cock, it was over for her. I couldn't keep her off it," she says laughing. Her friends laugh also. "Tell them Stephanie," she says staring coldly at me.

"I look at her then turn and look at her friends. In my most sultry voice, "I love my Mistress's cock. Its so big and it gets so hard," I tell them, looking down ubmissively. "I love how black it is and how nice it looks against my white face. It is an honor to be allowed to suck her gorgeous cock and I will do anything for her just for the pleasure of pleasing her cock."

"Very nice Stephanie," Mistress tells me, her fingernails lightly tracing my neck. "Now show them what a special girl you are, lift up your skirt Stephanie."

I look at her my eyes pleading.

"Now Stephanie," she says.

I reach down and pull my skirt up exposing the top of my nylons. Sliding them higher, they can see my white thighs above my nylons and I continue raising it till my cock comes into view. I hear oohs and aahs, a couple claps and then some laughing. My face turns so red and I know that my cock has shriveled up and looks even smaller than normal.

"Yes ladies, it is very small," she says and I have no doubt what she is talking about. "That is why Stephanie decided she wanted to be a sissy whore," Mistress tells them. "Stephanie, I want you to go to each lady and show her how small you are. Lift it up and offer your little cock to them," she says, her hand stroking my cheeks again.

I go over to the first lady. She is a blonde woman, probably around 40 and is gorgeous. I stop in front of her and reach down and lift my cock up so she can see it. It's still so small. It's so embarrassing, I wish it would get harder.

"Does it get bigger sweetie?" she asks me.

"Yes Lady, it does," I tell her.

"Show me," she says. "Jack off for me sissyboy."

I take it in my hand and start stroking it but I'm so embarrassed and humiliated that it doesn't get hard no matter how hard I try. Finally she tells me to stop.

"Its ok sweetie, you could never be much of a man anyway," she says to me making me feel even worse about myself. "I have been told that boys like you make the best slaves."

I walk over to the next lady, a dark haired lady with a scary look on her face. I stop and present my cock to her. 

"Get that excuse for a cock away from me faggot," she says, fire in her voice. 

I continue to the next lady, a black woman with a skintight catsuit on. She reaches out and take my cockhead between her thumb and finger. "Its so cute, my man would luv this little bitch," she tells the others. "He loves breaking little white bitchboys, making them understand the superiority of black men," she says to Mistress. "When you tire of him, please consider selling him to us, we will make sure he learns his place". 

As she was saying this, she was pinching my cockhead harder and harder, her fingernails digging in till it was all I could do not to cry out. I can't believe what I'm hearing, the part about selling me to others. The look she was giving me as she talked was frightening.

Mistress laughs, "We will see Cassandra."

The other ladies take their turns examining me and berating me. I feel so humiliated. When they finish, I go back to Mistress.

"Are you ready Stephanie," she asks me.

"Ready for what Mistress?" I ask her, very concerned about what she is talking about.

"Your first john Stephanie, he will be here soon," she tells me.

I look at her shocked, while one wall comes alive with light and you can see the room next to our room and I realize we are looking into the room through a one way mirror. It looks like a cheap motel room, with a bed and a soft chair.

"The john will pay you $200 when he arrives Stephanie. You will make sure you please him," she tell me. "He can not fuck you but may do whatever else he wishes."

I look at her, my eyes pleading. "Please Mistress, please don't make me do that," I beg as her friends arrange their chairs to be able to see better.

"Stephanie, you go be a good little whore for your Mistress," she tells me. "Maybe next time you will wear your buttplug when you are told to. April take her into the room."

April leads me into the room, not saying a word, then leaves locking the door. I pace around the room, so nervous. Look at the mirrored wall and know they are all there watching me. I look at my outfit in the mirror and realize that I really do look like a whore. I jump when I hear the door handle as the door is opened.

I look at the man who enters. He is about 40, over 6'3, very muscular and so, so black. He looks rough and scary. 

He looks at me, up and down, his glare piercing. "You my fucking whore?"

"Yes Sir," I answer, genuinely scared.

"Get on your fucking knees bitch," he says gruffly.

"Sir, you are supposed to pay me first," I tell him.

WHACK!!! He backhanded my very hard, knocking me to the floor.

"Don't you tell me what to do bitch, and if you get up you will regret it," he says coldly to me.

I lay on the floor pulling my legs up under me, can see the top of my nylons as my skirt has worked its way up. Rubbing my cheek where he hit me, it hurts. Hoping maybe when my Mistress sees how he is treating me, she will intervene.

"Now get on your fucking knees, you bitch," he tells me angrily. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back hard. "Wish she would let me fuck you bitch, would love to take you hard, listen to your begging."

He releases my hair pushing my head forward, I'm getting so scared. He tells me to put my forehead on the floor and I do it. Feel him pulling my skirt up, exposing my naked ass. Then, I hear him pulling his belt from his pants. He grabs my head pulling it up to where he can whisper in my ear. "She wants me to hurt you whore, hurt you while her and her friends watch," he tells me. "You must learn to obey," I hear repeated one more time.

"Head on the floor whore, your hands under it," he tells me as he pushes my head forward, "and if you know what's good for you, you won't move your hands."

I do as ordered then hear the swish and the pain explodes on my ass. WHACK!! I cry out loudly wanting to protect myself but forcing myself to stay in place. His belt works my ass over so hard, WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. After the first couple whacks, I couldn't help but squirm around, crying out with each blow, tears flowing freely. I keep my hands under my head out of fear. My ass feels like its on fire, know it must be bruised badly. WHACK WHACK WHACK.

My begging starts and I offer to do anything if he will only stop. I beg to suck his cock. I tell him I will beg my Mistress to let him fuck my pussy. He moves around in front of me and I throw my arms around the bottom of his legs, kissing his shoes, begging, begging. He kicks my arms away moving away from me.

"Get up whore, fix your clothes," he says.

I get up and pull my skirt down and wipe my tears then I move to him and throw my arms around his neck and kiss him as erotically as I can. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring it and he tries to stick it deep to see if he can make me gag. Trying hard to make him think I want him so badly so maybe he won't hurt me anymore. We kiss several times and he is kissing my neck then he pushes me away.

"I have to go piss bitch," he tells me.

I look at him, "Yes Sir, I will wait here on my knees for you Sir," I tell him keeping my head down submissively.

"I'm not going anywhere whore, take care of it for me," he says coldly. Looking at me, he takes his cock out, its not even hard and looks to be at least 8" and so thick. "You want my piss whore? You a piss drinking bitch?" he asks me.

Tears running down my face as I answer, "No Sir please don't, I can't, really," I plead.

"Maybe you prefer that I tell your Mistress you refused to take care of me properly," he says, "I'm sure that would please her. Or you can drink it for me, show me what a nasty whore you are."

He moves closer to me, his cock near my mouth. "Tell me you want my piss bitch. Tell me that you want to be a piss drinking whore," he says.

I'm so scared of him that I do it. "I want you to piss in my mouth Sir. I want you to make me a piss drinking whore," I say, the tears flowing down my cheeks. The thought of doing this is making me feel nauseous but I keep my mouth open. He moves closer to where his cock is finally resting on my tongue.

See him looking down at me when suddenly a squirt of piss hits my mouth. It tastes so bad, I almost gag. He suppressed the stream until I adjust to the taste. I close my lips around his cock and he starts pissing. It is hard to keep up with but I drink fast and after pissing for a long time, he finishes. He pulls his cock from my mouth, my head goes down looking at the floor, not believing what I have been made to do. The taste of the piss in my mouth is so strong and can feel it deep in me.

"Stand up whore, face the mirror," he tells me.

I get up and look at the mirror, figuring he knows they are there too.

"Now thank me whore," he tells me.

I look at the mirror, "Thank you for letting me drink your piss Sir." 

"Is there something you would like to show me whore, something under your skirt?" he asks.

I know what he wants and I lift my skirt and I feel so embarrassed when I see I'm rather hard.

He picks up a leather crop laying on the dresser and tells me to hold my skirt up by the sides of the skirt. When I do that, my cock is sticking straight out. Suddenly the leather piece on the crop hits the head of my cock hard. I cry out bending over, grabbing my cock. It really hurt. He moves in front of me and grabs the sweater and rips it down the front exposing the front of the corset. I move away but he grabs me and grabs the back of the sweater, ripping the rest of it off me.

"You fucking whores, you are always such worthless pieces of shit," he says as he backhands me hard. Can taste the blood in my mouth as I fall to the floor. 

He puts his foot on my ass and pushes hard making me sprawl out on the carpet. He reaches down and grabs my skirt ripping it from me in one jerk. I'm trying to crawl away from him but he reaches between my legs, gripping my balls and starts pulling me back to the mirror by the balls.

"SCREAMSSSSSSSSSS," the pain unbelieveable. He pulls me back to the mirror making me face it, one hand in my hair making me face the mirror, the other on my balls.

"Your Mistress tells me you are having trouble with your fem voice, she thought maybe I could help you bitch," he tells me.

"Please don't hurt me, please," I beg him for mercy. So scared, the pain in my balls so intense. Trying to sound as fem as I can.

"Let's see if we can raise that voice a little higher," he tells me, then jerks my balls up hard between my legs, squeezing and twisting them.

My screams fill the room. The pain unbearable, feel like I'm going to be sick.

"Now let me hear you bitch," he says coldly.

"I'm a sissy whore," I tell him, my voice sounding very high and very fem. "I want to be a good girl for my Mistress and I'm trying so hard to please her."

"Are you going to obey?" he asks me.

"Yes Sir, yes, I promise," I tell him, meaning it so much.

"Then go lay down on that padded bench, your head away from the mirror whore," he tells me.

I do as he says laying face down on the bench. He comes over pulling me down till my head is almost off the front of the bench. Then he secures my ankles to cuffs fastened to the outside of the legs of the bench. He then fastens my wrists to cuffs on bottom of the front legs of the bench. I try moving but can only lift my ass off the bench, not able to move much else.

"Don't you wish you would have obeyed and worn the buttplug to work bitch?" he asks.

"Yes Sir, I promise I will wear it to work from now on, I promise," I tell him.

"No, bitch you won't, this is what you will wear," he says as he holds a similar shaped buttplug in front of my face. Similar but bigger, at least 7" long and each bubble on the dildo is bigger than the ones on the other. The largest one looks to be over 2" in diameter.

I watch as he starts spreading lube all over the buttplug. I start struggling but know its hopeless. 

"Please don't, please, its too big," I tell him.

"If you had worn the other one like you had been told, you would have been given time to adjust before moving to a bigger size but you thought instead of obeyed," he tells me. Then he moves behind me.

I try looking back, but can't see that far back. I tense up when I feel him press it against my asshole.

"That's it bitch, tense up for me. Make it hurt as much as possible. I'm sure Mistress's guests will enjoy watching you fight it," he tells me, no emotion in his voice.

He starts pushing it slowly into my ass. At first it isn't too bad, but he doesn't stop, just continues slowly sliding it into me. It hurts some now and know only two of the bubbles have entered me. I start struggling as he continues pushing. "NO, NOOO, it hurts too much," I beg, "please pull it out a little. Please, please."

He doesn't stop and the pain increases till I cry out, trying to kick my legs but can't and it just keeps opening me up. Finally its too much and I scream and start begging my Mistress through the mirror. Offering to do anything if she will make him stop. Finally I feel the third bubble slide in and my ass clamping down on it but still he doesn't stop. The next bubble starts stretching me open again. My head flopping from side to side as I cry out, crying loudly.

It feels like he is ripping my ass, know I must be bleeding. He pushes harder till the fattest part of the plug is right at my asshole lips. He stops, holding it there as I cry out over and over, begging him to take it out. Finally he gives it another shove and the rest of it slides into my ass. I clamp down on it, it feels like I have a log up my ass. Sobbing loudly as I try to move enough to try and make some of the pain go away but I can't move.

He grabs the bench and turns it to where my head is facing the mirror. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and ties it with a string he picked up from somewhere. Then he pulls the string back making my face look up right into the mirror. He stretches the string back to where he can tie it in a knot around both my balls pulling them tight. If I try and lower my head, it pulls on my balls.

"I'm sure your balls are sore whore, I will rub some lotion on them before I leave," he tells me. "She will come for you when she chooses."

I feel him rubbing lotion all over my smooth balls and then he leaves the room. I lay there holding my head erect to relieve the pain in my balls when I first feel it. The lotion starts feeling warm and then hot and then start burning. Realize he must have put ben-gay on my balls. I try to take the pain silently but it hurts too much.

Scream after scream echoes off the walls as it feels like my balls are being burned off. Between screams, I'm begging her for mercy, offering to do anything for her. Telling her how I understand that I must obey. Crying hard in the solitude of the room. Laying there feeling like I have been broken. I have to obey, I have to obey, I have to obey, I have to obey...

Has Stef learned her lesson, find out in chapter 7



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 07



I had returned to work after my first nite with Ms Storm. The night she turned me from a young man to her slave. Ms Storm had came to my work place and had talked to my boss for a long time but I don't know what she told her but my boss, Ms Hunter, had talked to me like never before. Then I had been ordered to return to Ms Storm's house that night. Upon arriving, I had been dressed like a whore and had been made to be a whore for a strange man, a strange black man. He had punished and humiliated me while Ms Storm and her friends watched through a one way mirror.

I lay face down on a padded bench, my wrists and ankles attacked to the bench legs. I was wearing a tight corset with inserted silicone breast forms, black seamed nylons and high heels. I was also in ful makeup. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a string and stretched back and fastened to my sore balls. It made my hold my head up and look straight ahead. My balls ache so much from the punishment my john had given me and from the ben-gay he had spread all over them before leaving.

I had lain there for a don't know how long. It was near an hour I'm sure. Suddenly the door opened and April walked into the room. "April, I'm so glad you are here. Please untie me, my balls hurt a lot.  She walks over in front of me.

"I don't think so sweetie,"she tells me.  She then put a leather blindfold on me. Then she leaned down in front of me and I could feel her redoing my lipstick. 

"We can't have you looking like a slut when Mistress comes to see you, can we?" she says laughing. 

"Please April, my balls really hurt. Please. Please?" I beg her, not sure if I can take much more.

"If they hurt that badly, maybe Mistress will remove them for you. Or you could quit being such a wimp and appreciate the effort Mistress puts forth on your behalf," April says to me sounding rather pissed. "I don't know why she likes you sissy faggots anyway, I wish she would give you to me for a night," she says angrily. "I would stop that fucking whining in a hurry."

She finishes touching up my makeup and I hear her stomp out, realizing now that April has a bad temper. I lay there for a while then hear the door open and it sounds like two sets of heels entering the room.

"Hello Stef, having fun?" a female voice says and I recognize Mistress's voice. "The ladies enjoyed the show Stef."

"Oh Mistress, it really hurt a lot. Even now my balls..." then remember what April said and now feel so out of control that I don't want to make her mad too. I hear one set of heels move down my body near my ass.

"What about your balls Stef?" she asks, "they look so nice and red."

"Its just that they hurt a lot Mistress." I tell her meekly. I feel her hand touch my balls lightly. Feels like just her fingernails are touching them.

"I bring a special friend in to see my new girl and all you can do is whine?" Mistress says to me her voice sounding more firm.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I really am trying to be good for you, really," I tell her sincerely. I feel her fingernails starting to pinch into the skin on my ball sacks as my balls are squeezed back into my sacks. I moan from the pain.

"Maybe if you told my friend all about you and what your needs are now, I could forgive you," she says coldly. Her fingernails pinch harder as she scraps them up the skin on my balls harder pressing them harder into their sacks. "Don't disappoint me Stef."

I moan loudly, her scratching really hurts.  Through my tears I start. "I was a straight man till I met Mistress Storm. Now all I want is to be a perfect girl for her. I will do anything to please her. I know that she must punish me and train me so I will obey without question."

"Tell her about the reward I gave you the night we met Stef," she says. She leans over and whispers in my ear, "Sound like the sissy you are if you don't want me to pull your balls off bitch."

Her fingernails dig into my balls and can feel the wetness behind my blindfold as I answer in my best sissy voice.  "She let me suck her cock," I tell her friend. "It's so big and so black, I just loved kissing and sucking it."

"Tell her the best part Stef," she tells me.

"She shot her cum in my mouth and on my face," I tell her friend, "it tasted so good, so hot."

"And what did you do with my cum Stef?" Mistress asks.

Glad I can't see now as I tell her, "I opened my mouth and showed my Mistress my mouthful of cum."

"Why?" Mistress asks.

"Because whores don't swallow until given permission," I say.

"Good girl," Mistress says releasing my balls and moving back in front of me. 

I hear whispering but can't hear what's being said. It was so humiliating telling a stranger I can't even see these things about me.

"I met her in a chatroom," Mistress tells the other lady. 'Executive Ladies in Charge wasn't it Stef.

"Yes Mistress," I tell her in my fem voice.

"Didn't you tell me you fantasized about some lady at work? She asks.

"Yes Mistress, my boss, Ms Hunter," I tell her thinking back about my fears when I saw them together.

"Ms Hunter? That's interesting, I met with her today," Mistress tells me, "a very interesting woman. What do you like about her Stef?"

"I think she is very erotic, the clothes she wears, the way she carries herself, I guess. She just always seems so in control of everything," I tell them.

"Would you like to fuck her?" Mistress asks.

"Of course, but I don't think she would have any interest in me," I say.

"Does she know you are a faggot?" Mistress asks.

I start to deny being a faggot but think about the last two days of my life and just lay there not saying anything.

"You are a faggot, aren't you?" she asks firmly.

Nodding my head yes, I answer quietly, "Yes Mistress."

"And what do faggots do?" she asks.

"They suck cocks Mistress," I tell her feeling broken.

"What else faggot?" she asks me, her voice now so cold its scary.

"They get fucked Mistress." I say sobbing a little.

"Have you been fucked faggot?" Mistress asks.

"No Mistress," I say.

"But you want to be, don't you?" she says in the same cold voice. "You want to feel a big cock slide deep up your ass, for that cock to take away your last traces of masculinity."

I lay there sobbing. I remember what has happened when I have told you 'no' before and don't think I can take any more punishment so answer her, "Yes Mistress."

"Maybe if you can convince me you really want fucked, I will fuck you right now faggot, fuck you here in front of my friend, is that what you want?" she asks me.

Knowing what will happen if I don't, I start begging, "Please Mistress, please fuck me in front of your friend." Thinking about how big she is but so scared, "I want to feel your big, black cock in me," I tell her between sobs.

"Will you get it nice and big for me faggot, nice and wet?" Mistress asks of me.

"Oh yes Mistress," I tell her begging in my sissy fag voice. "I want to be a cocksucker again so much."

"Let me see his face," the other woman says.

The voice sound familiar but before I can place it Mistress takes off my blindfold. Sitting in front of me is Ms Hunter. She is dressed in a black leather dress, her hair black pulled back into a tight bun. She has black nylon stocking with 5" black spiked heels on.

"Hello Steve," she says, that look of superiority on her face.

I lay there in shock, trying to look away but hair still tied to my balls and it hurts when I move my head, so have to look at her as she stares at me.

"I didn't believe her Steve," she tells me, "I couldn't believe that you were really a sissy faggot. I know you are kind of a wimp around me but I didn't really just how much of a real wimp you are."

I wish lay there looking at her but what can I say. I don't say anything but close me eyes, knowing that this is a really bad development. I really think Ms Storm would do anything like this to me if I did as she said.

"Open your eyes faggot, look at me," Ms Hunter tells me bluntly.

As I look at her, Ms Storm comes up next to her. She is wearing a leather corset that presses her gorgeous breast out and they look so hot. The corset comes down over her hips and has black seamed nylons hooked on the garters of the corset. She has black skin tight boots to just above the knees, the heels on the boots at least 5" spikes. And most noticeable is her big black cock hanging there between her legs, not erect but still big and thick. She looks so hot and I can't keep from looking down at her cock.

"See something you like Steve?" Ms Hunter asks as she stares at me.

"Yes Ms Hunter, my beautiful Mistress," I tell her submissively.

"Do you see something you want sissy?" she asks.

I look up at Mistress and see the look, the one that now makes me shudder, "Yes, I want her cock, I want to suck it please."

"Oh, you mean this cock she says as she lifts up Ms Storm's cock holding it in the palm of her hand," she says sensually. "This beautiful black cock," she says as she turns and kisses my Mistress's cockhead.

"Yes please let me suck it, please," then realize that I really do want to suck it, even with her here. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it again. I see Ms Hunter turn and look up at my Mistress, my Mistress's hand run slowly over her hair, down to her neck. Then I have to watch as he slowly slides her cock into her mouth. 'No' I think as I watch, I want it in my mouth, I want her cock for myself.

"Mmmmmmm, so good," Ms Hunter says as the cock slides out of her mouth. She licks all over the head, her skin so white against the black cock.  "Want some Steve, want some of this cock?"

"Yes please, please," I beg.

"Then tell me what a sissy faggot you are Steve," she says as she kisses her cockhead again

I lower my eyes....

"Look at me and tell me Steve," she says sternly.

I look up at Mistress, she is staring down at Ms Hunter ignoring me. "I'm a faggot Ms Hunter and I'm a sissy for my Mistress when she wants me to be."

"Do you like being her sissy?" she asks.

"Yes Ms Hunter, I want to be a good little girl for her," I say so embarrassed but I know what will happen to me if I don't convince Ms Hunter that I'm sincere. I know Mistress would make me suffer harshly if I don't behave as she expects me to behave.

"Were you wearing panties when we talked the other day Steve?" she asks.

"Yes," I admit to her.

"From now on, that is all you will wear to work and you will report to me first thing every morning and show them to me, do you understand Steve?" she tells me, her look so intimidating.

"Yes Ms Hunter, I understand," thinking about how things just get worse and worse.

"And no more flirting with the ladies, I see you showing interest in any women in the office, I will have to report that to Ms Storm and I really don't think she would appreciate that," she tells me then she leans over and kisses Mistress's cock, running it around her cockhead, moaning softly. "I love your cock Kat," no wonder he drools over it. Look at him will you?" she says laughing lightly.

"Mmm, Anne, that feels so good," Mistress says, "and no I wouldn't appreciate that at all. We wouldn't want to turn Stevie boy into a slut," she says laughing, " or would we?" They both laugh. "Get it nice and hard, I want to take her virginity while you watch," she tells Ms Hunter.

I watch as she starts sucking her, taking more and more of her big cock into her mouth. I can see it getting bigger and bigger till he finally pulls it from her mouth. Its so big and hard and so black. She rubs it around on her cheeks, moaning lightly.


"Fuck him for me Kat, fuck him hard," she tells Mistress in such a sexy voice.

Mistress moves behind me reaches down and pulls the big buttplug from my ass. It still feels wide open and I hear her tell Ms Hunter to come look. So embarrassing having them look at my stretched asshole like this. Then Ms Hunter comes around in front of me and sits down in front of me. Mistress unties the string from my balls, the one that is attached to my hair. Mistress then holds onto the string like reins making me keep my face raised to look at Ms Hunter.

"Beg her to fuck you Steve, beg like the faggot bitch you are," Ms Hunter tells me.

"Please fuck my ass Mistress," I ask of my Mistress.

SLAP!!  Ms Hunter slapped me hard, my face stinging. "Fuck your what, sissy bitch?" she asks coldly.

Tears starting, "Please Mistress, fuck my pussy," I beg.

SLAP!!!! Another slap even harder, "YOUR WHAT?" she says her voice getting louder.

Tears running down my cheeks, "My cunt, please fuck my cunt Mistress, please," begging harder. I feel her cock touching my asshole. Its wet from Ms Hunter's mouth. I moan loudly as I feel her cockhead slide into me. It hurt some even though the buttplug had stretched me open quite a bit.

"You want my cock, you tell Anne your new name at work," Mistress tells me.

My face stinging from her slaps, I look at her, "Please call me Stef at work Ms Hunter please."

She laughs, sure Stef, have to keep my faggot happy at work, don't want him filing any sexual discrimination charges against me, " she says laughing.

I feel her cockhead holding me open. "Please Mistress, please fuck my cunt please." I try moving back to take more but I can't move.

"Give it all to him Kat, nice and slow," Ms Hunter tells her.

Mistress starts pushing her cock into me, it feels so big. "Mmmmm, slow please Mistress," I beg of her as it slowly slides deeper and deeper. Hoping she will stop soon and let me get used to it but she doesn't. Deeper and deeper till I cry out, "OH GOD, please stop." 

"No Stef, not till its all deep in your cunt," Mistress tells me.

"OHHHHHHHH!!!! OWWWWWW!!!!  STOP!!!!  STOP!!!!!!" I cry out, begging for her to stop. Feels like she is splitting me in two and it feels like it's so much deeper than the buttplug ever was. "SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSS," as he buries the rest of her cock up my cunt. Can feel her balls against my sore ass as she holds it all the way inside me letting me adjust to it some.

"How's it feel bitch?" Ms Hunter asks. "How does it feel to be a faggot sissyboy with a big cock up your cunt?"

I try to catch my breathe, the pain of Mistress's intrusion of my ass was so intense.

"Answer her bitch," Mistress says pushing her hips against my ass, making sure its as deep as she can get it.

"It hurts, its so big, its too deep," I tell her.

"Do you want her to pull it out Stef?" she asks smirking as she says Stef.

"Yes please for just a minute, please," I beg of them both. Can feel Mistress relax some and start slowly sliding her cock out of my cunt. It feels better, but still hurts a lot, and feel her stop when just the head of her cock is left in my ass.

"Maybe if you can convince your Mistress how much you love being her sissy, maybe she will take it easy on you," Ms Hunter tells me. "Maybe if you just admit to me how much of a faggot you are."

Tears running down my face, "Mistress, I love being your sissy and love sucking your cock and I'm sure I will learn to love being fucked by you. I will try hard to be a perfect sissy slave for you." 

Then I address Ms Hunter. "I am a faggot Ms Hunter, you may treat me like a faggot whenever you wish and I will do as you tell me to do," I tell her.  I feel Mistress start pushing her cock back in me, faster this time till its buried deep in me again. "OH GOD, OH GOD," I whimper.

Ms Hunter takes my chin in her fingers, "Tell me Stef likes being fucked."

Tears flowing as I answer, "Stef likes being fucked." As I say that, Mistress pulls almost out and then back in all the way again.

"OHHHH." I gasp.

"Tell me again Stef," Ms Hunter tells me.

I feel her start deep stroking me, her cock sliding in and out, my breathe coming and going as I repeat it, "Stef likes being fucked, Stef likes being fucked."

"You want more Stef, you want more of your Mistress's cock?" Ms Hunter asks of me.

Realize it's no longer hurting and I nod my head up and down.  Her cock feels so strange sliding in and out of me. 

"That's a good fagboy, beg for her cock, BEG," she tells me.

"Mistress, please fuck me more, fuck me like a fagboy," I beg her feeling like such a faggot to be doing this and liking it.

She starts fucking me harder and harder. I'm moaning like a whore, wanting it so much, hoping he doesn't stop.

"Moan like a sissy, Stef, we all know you aren't a man now," Ms Hunter tells me.

I raise my voice till it does sound like a woman getting fucked. I hear the moans and its so hard to believe they are coming from me but can't stop, it feels so good.

"I bet you want her to cum in your cunt, don't you Stef?" she asks. 

"Yes, yes, YESSSS," I get out between gasps as she slams into my cunt hard. 

"I want you to cum when your Mistress cums Steve," Ms Hunter tells me, "cum from being fucked hard like a faggot bitchboy."

Ms Hunter looks at me, I can see her mind spinning as she watches me get pounded hard, tied down tightly, and taken hard by a big, black cock. I can tell what she thinks about me by the way she is looking at me. She sits there, legs crossed, not touching herself, just watching me by used by the black cock and the gorgeous black TV Mistress.

Mistress grabs my ponytail and starts riding me hard. Her cock is going so deep and sometimes she pulls it all the way out and then slams it back into me. Almost feel like I'm being raped except I feel that I deserve this, that its my fault that I'm being used like this. My eyes close and I moan loudly as Mistress buries her cock deep in my cunt, holding it there. Oh god, its so big. "Ohhh, fuck me Mistress," I say not being able to stop myself. She start deep stroking me, faster and faster, as I moan and move under her. It feels so good, the way it feels when it slides in and out of my cunt. 

"You want more faggot, you want more cock?" Mistress asks me.

"Yessssss," I get out as she pounds me deep again.

"It's time to cum for your Mistress, Stef, time for you to come like a bitch, with no one touching your worthless cock," Mistress tells me pulling my hair hard.

She pounds my ass so hard and faster and faster till it happens. I scream out when my cock explodes, shooting cum all over the wooden floor. Then feel Mistress bury her cock all the way in me and feel it pulsing and then can feel the hot cum in my cunt. Feels like she is shooting so much, that my cunt is filled with hot cum. She holds it in as deep as she can as I feel her shudder from her climax.

When I look up at Ms. Hunter again, all she says is 'faggot'. After cumming, the rush is coming down a little and I realize what just happened and that my boss just witnessed is all. What is going to happen to me? Then my mind distracted as I feel Mistress pulling her cock slowly from my cunt.

"Anne, come look at this," Mistress says.

Anne walks over behind me and looks down at my ass. It is still stretched wide open, all red and as she watches, more cum slides out of my cunt and down onto my balls and then drips to the floor. It seems like so much cum flows from my ass.

"I have never seen a slut used like this before Kat," Ms Hunter tells Mistress. "I can't believe how open their cunts stay."

"Yes, even for virgins like Stef," Mistress says, "but it will close up nice and tight so it will feel good for the next cock."

I feel so humiliated hearing them talking about me like I'm not even here. Then feel Mistress start releasing my binding and I'm free at last. I lay there on the bench, not knowing if I can even stand. 

"Slide off the bench Stef, down onto your hands and knees," Mistress tells me and I do as she says. My ass and balls feel so sore. Mistress moves in front of me.

"Clean my cock, faggot," she tells me.

I look up and see it hanging there, covered with her cum and god know what else. I open my mouth and lift my head, letting her cock slide into my mouth. I start sucking it, licking it, can taste cum and the taste of myself on her cock. It is so nasty but I don't even think about not doing it. Suck it in and lick her clean then take it from my mouth and lick lower and get the rest of her cock clean. Then move lower and start licking her balls till I'm sure that I have cleaned them properly. My mouth so full of different flavors. I lower my head submissively when I feel my job is done.




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 07



"You aren't done yet faggot, look at what you did to my floor," she says, her voice so cold.

I look down and see a pool of my cum from where I came earlier. Around it, is even more cum, probably her cum that flowed out of my cunt then to the floor. I look at it a minute, then crawl closer, and lean down and start licking it from the floor. I keep licking till it is all clean up. I stop, stay on my hands and knees, head down, a broken faggot.

I hear Mistress and Ms Hunter talking.

"That was so much fun Kat," Ms Hunter says, "I really did not believe you, I would have never guess he was such a faggot wimp. And the fact that he is a sissy on top of it all, is the clincher. I have heard about faggots like this but to see one in action was so hot. I don't know how I can thank you Kat," she tell my Mistress.

"I really need someone to take charge of him when he is at work," Mistress is telling her. "Someone who knows how to treat a sissy like Stef. You would be doing me such a favor if you would make sure he behaves properly at work."

"Kat, it would be a pleasure," Ms Hunter says, "and I agree, he really does need a lot of supervision and training.

"Of course, you may use him for your own pleasure however and whenever you like Anne," Mistress says laughing. "Your pleasure or someone else's pleasure, or if it would help you out on a business deal, whatever Anne, just treat him like he belongs to you while you are at work."

"Thank you Kat, you are too kind," she says and they kiss passionately.

Mistress breaks the kiss, looking over at me. "Get undressed and put on your clothes, they are in the corner," she tells me.  "Hurry up, Anne and I want to be alone," she says leaving no doubt why.

I get undressed and go get the clothes in the corner. They are not mine. I pick up a pair of shorts. They are red and stretchy but I slide them on, tucking myself back between my legs. I fasten the shorts. They just come to the bottom of my ass cheeks and fit skin tight. Next pick up a black tshirt and slide it on. Its cut off, showing my smooth abs. Looking in the mirror, see the work "Bitch" written on front of shirt. Only other clothes are a pair of red women's tennis shoes and I put them on.

"Can you believe the faggot wore this outfit over here tonight," Mistress says. "Hope none of my neighbors saw him."'

Know better to refute what Mistress says as I see Ms Hunter look at me. 

"Do you mind if I get a picture of him on my cell phone Kat?" Ms Hunter asks.

"Of course not, take any pictures you like honey," Mistress says and I stand there as Ms Hunter takes a couple pics of me in this outfit and then checks them out.

"These should do, please send him home Kat," she says squeezing her hand.

"Get out of here faggot," Mistress says sternly and I leave the room. 

"Well, look at you!!!" April says grinning at my outfit. "Nice outfit bitch," she says laughing. "Too bad your car is here, bet you could have a fun walk home."

April holds my keys in her hand, jiggling them. I go to the door and she hands them to me along with my wallet. "Oh sorry Stef, I accidentally broke your taillight so hope you don't get stopped going home," she tells me, the bitch look on her face leaving no doubt how much of an accident my broken taillight is. "Go home bitch, Mistress will contact you when she desires," April tell me opening the door.

I leave and get into my car. Looking at myself, realize that I still have the makeup on and this fag outfit. I start crying as I start the car and drive off.

More in Chapter 8 



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 08



Ms Storm has exposed me to my boss, showing her that I'm nothing but a sissy faggot. It was so embarrassing. Then she watched as my Mistress took my virgin asshole. Ms Storm talked to my boss, Ms Hunter, telling her that she wanted her to keep me in line at work and make sure that I remembered my place while at work. She gave Ms Hunter permission to use me in any way she desires while I'm at work. I have been sent home, Mistress and Ms Hunter wanted to be alone.

I drive off, still crying. I look into the rearview mirror and see my made up face and know what I look like in the hot pants and the tshirt with 'Bitch' written on it. I look over in the other seat and see the big buttplug laying there. April must have put it in the car while Mistress was fucking my cunt.

Inside Mistress's house, April is picking up the phone. "Ok, she just left, look for a car with a broken taillight," April tells someone on the other end of the phone. Then she hangs up the phone.

Wiping my tears away, I look up into the mirror, thinking that I need to redo my makeup then realize what I'm thinking. How can I think about things like that. My ass still feels so sore, I can't believe how big she felt in me and that she got me thinking like she did. I remember begging her to do it more. Did I really mean it? Am I gay???

"OH SHIT," I say out loud, as I see the red lights flashing behind me. "Oh god! Oh god!!!" Knowing I don't have a choice, I pull over to the side of the road. It's two lanes each direction, not busy but cars go by steadily. What am I going to do??? I feel so nervous, feel like I'm about to pee my pants.

"License and registration Miss," he says as he gets to my car.

I frantically dig them out and hand them to him. I look up at him, about 6' tall, muscular and very black. Probably around 35, his uniform fits him like a glove. His head is shaved smooth.

"Steve is it?" he asks looking down closer.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry I look like this, I was at a costume party," I tell him hoping so much that he buys it.

"Please step out of the car," he tells me.

I open the door and step out of the car. See him staring at me, his eyes going up and down my body. I am too embarrassed to look him in the face.

"Now step around to the other side of the car Steveeee," he says emphasizing the Steve. He is very intimidating and I move by him moving between and the car. As I do, he moves closer and I have to squeeze by him. I can feel his eyes on me knowing that the hot pants are so short, the bottom of my ass cheeks can be seen.

I stop on the other side of the car. "Is there a problem officer," I ask him apprehensively.

"Now Steveeee, why don't you tell me the truth, why are you out here dressed like a sissy fairy?" he asks.

"Really officer, it was a party and I wore this outfit, I even won a prize," I tell him trying to make him believe.

"You look more like a sissy fagboy out here cruising for men," he says gruffly, "out here looking for a cock to suck. That's what it look like to me Steveeee."

My head down, know my face must be so red. I watch as he opens the other door, looking in then he reaches in and grabs something.

"Is this the prize you won Steveeee?" he asks as he hold the big buttplug up in front of my face.

"Feel like I'm about to cry. What is wrong with me? Lately, every time I get upset, I feel like I'm about to cry. It wasn't like that before all this stuff started, I think.

"WELL, is it?" the officer says, he voice scaring me. "I think it is and I might believe your story if you showed me that it was an appropriate prize."

"Please officer, please let me leave, please?" I beg realizing that I am crying now.

"Take your hot pants off Steveee," his voice leaving no doubt his seriousness.

"But officer, there are cars going by," my voice pleading.

"Take them off now or I will and you do not want that," he says, "NOW."

I unfasten them and unzip them and push them off my hips. Looking down see my cock, it looks so small, and having no pubic hair seems to look so unmasculine. 

"Drop them and step out of them," he commands and I obey. "Now put your hands against the top of the door."

Standing there feeling so exposed. His police car blocks the view some but if someone looks carefully I'm sure they could see that I don't have pants on. 

"Ok, now do you want it dry or do you want to suck this plug and get it wet, that's your choices Steveeee," he says his head up close to one ear.

Sobbing, I tell him, "Wet please." He moves up behind me, his pants pressing into my ass. I can feel his cock, it feels big. Then his other hand grabs my forehead and holds my head tightly. 

"Open wide boy, or should I say girl?" he asks me

I open my mouth knowing what is coming.

"I asked you a question bitch, BOY or Girl?" he says.

Tears running down my cheek, my mind racing, then I say it, "Girl Sir."

"Good girl," he says as he brings the buttplug to my mouth and starts pushing it in.

I start sucking it as he holds me tightly. He keeps pushing it deeper into my mouth till it hits my throat and I gag. He grips me tighter and he pushes it in deeper. I'm struggling trying to stop him but he is too strong and I can't stop him from pushing it into my throat. Feel like I can't breathe and I struggle as he slowly pushes it further down my throat.

"Now bitch, I'm going to take this out of your mouth and you are going to start answering my questions honestly. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!" he asks scaring me so. He starts nodding my head up and down for me. "Good girl," he says laughing.

He pulls it from my mouth. I'm coughing and gasping, trying to get more air. He holds me tight, the buttplug right in front of my mouth.

"Now tell me what you are bitch," he asks.

"I'm a sissy faggot Sir," I tell him so scared.

"And where were you," he asks.

"I was serving my Mistress Sir and she sent me home," I tell him

"I want you to tell me what you want? What you need bitch," he says pushing his hips against me.

"Black cock Sir, I need black cock," I tell him crying loudly. 

He releases me and turns me around. "You want my black cock bitch," he asks.

I nod my head yes. Tears running down my face.

"Then get on your fucking knees and beg for it faggot," he commands.

I get down on the rough concrete, it really hurts my knees but I look up at him. "Please Sir please may I suck your cock, please."

"Take it out bitch," he tells me. I do and it huge. It doesn't stick straight out but hangs slightly. It is so big, maybe 9" and thick. It is so black, the head lighter colored. I just stare at it, then open my mouth. "Please Sir, please let me suck it, please," I beg of him, realizing that I mean it. I do really want to suck it. "Please?"

"Go ahead bitch, you white sissy boys usually suck cock like they can't get enough," he says. "Isn't that true, sissy boy?"

"Yes Sir," I tell him and I move forward and start kissing his cockhead then start running my tongue all over the head. I can taste some precum on his cock, it tastes so good. I can hear moaning and then realize that the moans are coming from me. Then I slide it into my mouth. Its so thick that my lips are stretched tight around it.

"Oh yea fagboy, suck that black cock deep into your mouth, your sissy cocksucking mouth," he says, his voice so masculine. "The people driving by can see you bitch, they can see you on your knees sucking off a real man, a black man."

His hands move to my head and he holds me and starts fucking my mouth. He holds my head steady and starts pumping into my mouth. Deeper and deeper he goes and I feel it slide into my throat. I keep sucking it, I love the way it feels in my mouth, I want to please him so much. Be a good girl for him.

"You're a whore for black cock aren't you bitch?" he asks pulling my head off his cock. 

Spit running down my chin, his cock inches in front of me. I stare at it, its so big. "Yes, I need black cock." I tell him then move my head back onto his cock trying to take it deep again. I start sucking harder, want him to cum in my mouth. I want him to feed me his hot cum.

He pulls me off his cock again, "I want your cunt bitch." He pulls me to my feet and puts my hands against the top of the door. "Stick your ass out bitch."

I do it, sticking my ass out for him. Can feel his wet cock on my ass cheeks.

"Reach back and grab your cheeks bitch, open yourself for me," he tells me

I do as told, feeling so slutty. I feel his cock head against my asshole and he works the head in opening me up. It hurts, I can stand it but it feels so big. He stops moving once his cock head is in me. Oh god, I feel so stretched.

"Ok bitch, hands back on top of door," he commands.

Raising my hand moves my ass making his cock head change position in my asshole making me moan.

"I love fucking you sissy white pussyboys, I can never believe how much they want black cock," he tells me, his breathe hot in my ear as he bends over me. "That is what you want isn't is pussyboy?"

Biting my lip as I feel his cock head in me, why doesn't he fuck me? Why doesn't he shove it into my cunt? "Yes, yesssss," I say almost breathless. I feel his hands grab my hips and then he shoves his whloe cock deep up my cunt. 

"SCREEAAMMMMMIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!! NO!!! STOP!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!!!"

He puts his arm around me trapping my arms and he pulls me back against his muscular chest. Feels his cock so deep in me, he holds it in as deep as he can, not moving. Feel like I'm impaled on a stake. Bo stop begging him to take it out as he hold me in his strong arms.

His mouth at my ear, "Feel that cock bitch, feel what its like to have a real man in your white cunt. Fuck yourself on my cock bitch, show me what a faggot slut you are," he says as his hot tongue licks my ear.

Oh god! Oh god!! I force myself onto my toes lifting myself off his cock a little then lower myself back down on it slowly, moaning loudly as it slides in deep again. I do it again trying to slide it out more then push myself back on it again. Ohhhh!! Ahhhh!!!

"You want it don't you, you sissy faggot?" he whispers in my ear.

Lifting myself as high as I can and then pushing down hard trying to get it deep in my cunt. Moan loudly, throwing my head back on his shoulder. "Yesssss," I say in a feminine voice, "Yes, fuck me!"

"You know bitch, once I fuck you, you are my bitch," he says as he presses it as deep as he can get it, making me moan loudly. "You sure you are ready to be a bitch for black cock?" he says as he slowly slides his cock out of my cunt.

I try moving back to keep it in me but he holds me tight so I can't. He stops once just the head of his cock remains in my cunt. "NOOOO,don't take it out, please don't," I beg of him.

"I put my bitches to work, you got to earn my black meat bitch," he tells me his voice so cold.

I realize what he is talking about, have seen enough movies with pimps and whores to know what he means but I want his black cock in me NOW. I push my hips back, trying to get more of his cock in me but he doesn't allow it. "Please fuck me, please fuck me with your big, black cock, please." I ask him realizing that I'm begging in a very fem voice.

He slowly slides it deep in my cunt making me moan throwing my head back. Can feel his lips on my neck, he bites softly and sucks on it. His cock slides out to the head again. "Is that what you want faggot, you want to be a sissy whore for me?"

"OHHHH, put it in again, fuck me," I say breathelessly. "YESSSSSSSS." I moan loudly as you slide it in slowly again.

"Say it faggot!" he says.

"Oh god, that feels so good," I say to him or to myself.

"SAY IT FAGGOT!!" he commands.

"I'll be a sissy whore for you," I tell him unable to resist his cock.

"Yes faggot, you will be or you will find yourself in jail so fast your head will spin, you understand cunt?" he asks.

"Yes Sir," I answer.

"Ok faggot, now I make you a whore," he says grabbing my hips. 

He start fucking me, long strokes, every one deep in me. Then faster and harder, slamming into my cunt. It hurts and feels so good. I want it, I want him to stop. Oh god. Oh god! I WANT IT!!

"You are going to make me lots of money whore, " he says in my ear. "Black men love using white sissy boys. You have a nice tight cunt."

He reaches down, grabs my cock and I realize how hard it is but it disappears in his hand. Why does it have to be so small.

"You have a sissyboy cock too," he says as he starts stroking me. Still fucking me but with long slow strokes now, it feels so big as it slides in deep.

I'm so turned on and haven't been allowed to cum for a long time, consequently after a few strokes, I cum all over his hand, he catches most of it in the palm of his hand. He squeezes the last few drops into his palm. Then he brings his hand up to my mouth then shoves his cock in deep holding it there.

"I'm a faggot, say it bitch," he says.

Looking at all my cum in his hand, "I'm a faggot."

"I'm a sissy faggot whore," he says pushing his cock as deep as he can.

Panting, trying to squeeze his cock with my cunt muscles, wanting to feel it move inside of me. "I'm a sissy faggot whore," I say trying to sound like a whore.

"I want black cock, I need black cock," he tells me.

Panting, so turned on "I want black cock, I need black cock."

"Mark me Master," he says.

I moan throwing head back, "Mark me Master."

His lips move to my neck and he starts sucking and biting me high on the neck. Mmmm it feels so good then think about what Ms Hunter will think but I can't stop him, I can't. He keeps sucking till I know he has marked me good.

"Ok whore, show me what a good cum slut you are, lick up your cum like a good little girl," he says bringing his palm to my face.

I look at it, then stick my tongue out and lick up some of the cum. It has cooled down and feels thick. It makes it seem so nasty and he holds his hand where I have to lick it all up like a little puppy dog. I keep licking till his hand is clean.

"That wasn't so bad was it whore, you might as well get used to the taste," he tells me. 

"No Sir," I tell him but feel tears on my cheeks.

"Ok bitch, time for me to breed you," he says his tone changing.

He grabs my hair and pulls me to the front of my car and bends me over the hood. He pulls my head up so the oncoming cars can see my face. Then he starts fucking me so hard. Fast. Deep. HARD. Sometimes he pulls his cock all the way out and slams it back in. Moaning loudly, saliva dripping from my mouth as my mouth hangs open and I feel like a real whore, being used for his pleasure with no regard whether he is hurting me or not. Then feel his cock swell and he shoves it all the way in.

"Take my seed , you fucking sissy faggot," he says as he fills my cunt with his hot cum. Feels like such a big load. "You belong to my black ass now."

I lay there panting as he pulls out of my cunt. I feel the cool air on my ass, it feels wide open and can feel some cum leaking out and running down my legs. I feel his hand wipe it off my legs then he hand moves below my cunt.

"Squeeze it out whore," he tells me.

I squeeze my cunt muscles and can feel some cum running out of my cunt and dripping into his hand. When he has all he thinks he can get, he reaches down to my face and smears the cum all over my face. 

"Stay there bitch, don't move," he says.

I lay there feeling the cum drying on my face. I hear him walk away then come back behind him. Suddenly I feel a prick on my ass and realize he just gave me a shot of something.

"A gift from April, she said it would speed things up," he tells me.

Trying to figure out what he means then realize he mentioned April. He must know April, I wonder if he knows Mistress. Wondering if this was a setup. Do I dare ask Mistress? What if she wasn't involved and found out what I did. Oh god, why is this all happening to me.

"I have your address and phone number, I will be in touch bitch," he says interrupting my thoughts.

Then he goes to his car and leaves me standing there thinking about what just happened. I get my hot pants and put them on, my asshole feels very sore. I get into my car and drive home, the smell of cum permeating the car. I feel so out of control. 

I hurry into my apartment building, hurrying down the path through the lush foliage, so nervous someone will see me like this. I almost make it to the door, I see a middle aged man, probably about 45, nice looking in a suit, coming down the path toward me. I see him smiling as we come closer. As I am about to pass him , he stops in the middle of the path.

"You working baby?" he asks me and it doesn't take long to understand what he means.

"No, please just move, I live here, I really just want to go home," I tell him, "I live right over there." I see him look at the number, what was I thinking? "But I'm not..." I start to say when interrupted.

"You look like you have been a very naughty girl tonight," he tell me.

I look down not knowing what to say. I feel him take me by the arm and leads me to the door.

"Open your door, I think this misbehavior must be addressed," he says his voice so stern.

I take out my keys and open the door. He pulls me into the room, the lighting is low and warm. He leads me into the middle of the living room.

"Stand there, do not move," he says and I know I must do it. 

I watch him go to the kitchen and come back with a straight wooden chair. He sits down in it and then he points to the floor in front of him.

"Now," he says.

I move over in front of him and get down on my knees, my head down, its just seems like I have to do as he says.

"I really don't like living in complexes where they let whores live," he tells me. "Brings in a bad element just because they can't control their lives." He grabs my hair pulling my head up to make me look at him, "You are out of control, aren't you baby?"

Tears running down my cheeks, sobbing, "Yes Sir."

"I have learned that you cannot stop whores from being whores," he says, his eyes so cold, "All you can do is punish them later so that they understand that their behavior comes with a price. That is what I'm going to do for you baby. I will watch you and judge just how nasty of a whore you are and you will be punished accordingly."

He hands me a god police badge. I look at it.

"What am I?" he asks.

"A policeman," I answer quietly.

"No. I'm a detective, a vice detective , and unless you want your cute ass sitting in Muni, you will open that door when you see my face through that peephole," he says staring me down, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Sobbing loudly, "Yes Sir."

"Now whore, you get a free ticket tonite, now if you be so nice as to take your hotpants off and get over my lap without saying one word," he says leaning down into face, "I will just give you a spanking and be on my way."

I look down , then start unfastening my pants. Thinking this getting so out of control but what can I do? I see him look at my little cock, no change of expression on his face. Then I bend over his knees, my cock hanging between his legs. He spreads his legs so my cock doesn't touch his suit pants.

He says nothing, he just starts spanking me with his hand. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, over and over. It hurts a lot and as he hits the same spots, over and over, it hurts so much. Soon, I'm crying hard, kicking my legs trying to get away but he holds me tightly. He continues till I stop kicking and just lay broken over his lap. Babbling like a baby as I beg him to stop. Eventually he stops.

"Do you understand now whore?" he says as he pushes me off his lap.

I fall to the floor and curl up on the carpet crying.

"I had no idea what you did tonight and you got a taste of what nasty behavior brings," he tells me as I lay there. "When you can't resist and go out and do what you do, I will find out about it."




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 08



I lay there curling up in a fetal position.

"Then I will come for you, I will take you to my place and you will pay for that behavior," he says, his voice almost hypnotizing, "and next time will not be just a taste."

I curl up at his feet, "Please don't hurt me please." I put my arms around the bottom of his legs, my face laying on his leather shoes as I continue crying. "Please, don't hurt me, they make me Sir."

"No excuses accepted, now get away from me," he says as he stands and pulls his legs away. "How soon I see you again is up to you whore," he says and walks out slamming the door behind him. 

I lay there sobbing on the floor, broken and no idea where to turn. How did this happen to me I didn't want this. Finally I get up and go into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and realize what a mess I look like. Mascara running down my cheeks, red lipstick smeared around my lips. Looking closer, see places where my hair is matted together and realizes its due to cum in my hair. Look at my neck, the hickey is almost black, like him, I think and feel a little grin on my face.

NO, it isn't right! I'm a man and I only did those thing because they made. Look in the mirror and see my tshirt screaming 'BITCH' at me. How did I go out dressed like this. I look at myself, thinking about what has happened. Sucking cock. Being fucked. Being punished. I think back to the man who thought I was a whore and treated me like one. Then Ms Hunter being there. I need my job too much to quit but how can I work there with her knowing what she does about me. And the new hickey, I shiver as I think about how Ms Hunter might react to this. What if others at work discover my secretes, how could I continue.

I get into the shower and try to wash all my problems away. Instead of that helping, when my hand feels my bruised ass, it tingles and the soap slide lightly over my ass. I can't help it and reach down and touch my asshole with one finger. My eyes close as a rush goes through my body and I leave it there. Slowly I slide it into me, a soft moan escaping my lips. My mind goes to how the officer made me feel as he took me like his did. It hurt but I loved it, I loved the way it felt and how he made me feel. He was so strong.

'NO!!! NO!!! Stop thinking like that,' I tell myself. You aren't gay and there is no way that you want things to continue in the direction they are going. But how do I stop it? I shiver as I think about the detective, there was nothing sexy about him, he is simple scary. What if I have to do more? What if you hates black guys??? I stop playing with myself as the good feelings are overcome by fear.

I get to bed and lay down then jump up quickly and go to the bathroom and rinse out my panties. I want clean panties to wear to work. Then remembering, I go take the pills Mistress gave me. In no time, I'm sound asleep then, in what seems to be a few minutes, the alarm goes off and I have to get up for work. I wish I could just quit, but I know if I do, that Mistress and Ms Hunter will try and ruin my life so I start getting ready for work.

I get up and get cleaned up then go to the bathroom and grab the panties. Before I put them on, I remember the buttplug, and go out to the car and get it and clean it up. I put some lube on it and work it up my ass. My ass still sore from last night but know that I must wear it. Then pull my panties up. The buttplug makes me take smaller steps and without even realizing it, I'm walking a little swishy.

I go into the bathroom, looking in the mirror, my finger on my chin, it looks so feminine. I pull my hand down quickly. What is happening to me, I sit down on the edge of the bed, feel like I'm about to cry again. I realize what about to happen and jump up, 'That's what I'm talking about, why do I always feel like I'm about to cry? What the fuck is going on with me??

I go back into the bedroom, looking at myself in the full length mirror and then quickly tuck my cock back between my legs. It feels so soft, like it has no life in it. I turn and look at my ass in the mirror. I smile as I see how nice nice the panties look, then turn away quickly and get a pair of slacks and a dress shirt on. Finish dressing and look at myself in the mirror, there is a hickey on both sides of my neck now. They really do look low class and its going to be embarrassing when others see them.


I eat and take my pills and head to work. So hard to get into the elevator and go to my work place. So scared of what might happen here today. I walk in and keep my head down as I make my way to my cubicle. I hear 'hello Steve' several times and answer them, not stopping or looking. I get to my cubicle and put my stuff away. 

On my desk is a small envelope. I open it and a picture falls out. I pick it up quickly and look at it, and see, me on my knees, a big black cock in my mouth. You can not see the face of the black man. Inside is a short note. 'Don't forget to report to my office Stef, and my secretary, Terri, has orders not to let you in until you tell her why you have to report to me. You better not lie to her Stef.'

I put the note away, stuff the picture in my pocket, and look at your office. I see you standing in there, your arms crossed as you stare out in direction of my cubicle. Oh god, oh god. Feel so emotional. I force myself to stand and walk over to Ms Hunters office. 

"Ms Hunter wanted me to report to her first thing this morning Terri," I tell her.

"It's Ms Terri to you Steveee," she says with a no nonsense look on her face.

"Yes Ms Terri, may I go in now?" I ask.

"I need to know what you have to report to her Steveeeee," she says, looking up at me, eyes to eyes. 

I look at her a few seconds, then lower my eyes and say quietly, "I have to show her my panties, Ms. Terri," I tell her, so embarrassed.

"What color are they?" she asks.

Face down, "Pink."

"Isn't that just lovely," she says smiling, "go on in Steveee."

I go into the office, Ms Hunter leaning back against her desk, "It's about time Stef."

"I'm sorry Ms Hunter, I came here as soon as I got to work," I tell her.

"And why are you still standing?" she says glaring at me.

I go to my knees on her hard wooden floor, my eyes lowered submissively.

"Did you have a fun night Stef?" she asks me.

"Ms Hunter, may I say something? Please?" I ask her.

"There is only one thing for you to ask me Stef," she says ignoring my request.

"Please Ms Hunter, I want to explain..." SLAP, she slaps my face hard.

"Now ask me Stef, ask me like a good little girl," she says.

My cheek stings so much from her slap as I try and think about what she wants, then I figure it out. "Ms Hunter, may I show you my panties?"

"Yes Stef, very good, stand up and show them to me." she say sternly.

I stand up and unfasten my slacks and open them to where she can see the pink panties.

"Drop them and lift you shirt off. No, take your shirt off," she commands.

I look at the shades on her window, they are closed most of way but if anyone tried hard enough, they could see through them. Then I drop my pants and they fall to the floor. I unbutton my shirt and take it off, standing there in panties, pants bunched around my feet, in pink lacy panties. Oh god.

"So how long have you liked black cock Stef?" she asks me.

"Ms Hunter, I really was forced to do those things, I'm not gay at all. Really!! She forced me to do it all," I blurt out not thinking clearly.

"You didn't look like you were being forced to me, it seemed to me like you couldn't get enough and would do anything to get your faggot mouth on those black cocks," she says her words penetrating my mind. "And the look you had on your face when you begged her to fuck your cunt harder. I was so surprised to have a whore for black cock working for me and not even knowing it. I just didn't see it but its ok, in fact it might be quit useful."

"Please Ms Hunter, I'm not really like that," I tell her almost begging for her understanding.

"Whatever Stef, I am promoting Terri, she has been a good secretary and its time for her to move up," she tells me as I stand there in just my panties. "My problem is I have no replacement for her so I have decided to move you to her desk till I can find a new girl."

"Please Ms Hunter, please don't make me do that, please," I plead.

"You just be a good girl and do as you are told Stef, I'm going to let her use your cubicle while you are helping me out," she says in a manner that lets me know I have no options. "She is moving your stuff around now. I want you to treat her nicely and let her know you understand that she is as desiring of her new position as you are of yours."

"Please Ms Hunter, don't do this, please please," tears running down my face.

"It's done Stef," she says ending it.

"Now, didn't we have a talk the other day about behavior that reflects badly on the office," she tells me, walking around me, "and yet you come in here with more fucking hickeys on your neck like poor white trash. Are you trying to make me mad?" 

"No Ms Hunt....," I start to tell her what happened till she interrupts me.

"IT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!!!" she says raising her voice. "Get your ass over my desk, grab the far side of the desk and do not let go or you will regret it.

She opens her desk drawer and pulls a leather paddle similar to a ping pong paddle with the paddle section a little smaller. She walks over behind me and pulls my panties down to my knees. I know she can see the buttplug up my cunt. WHACK!! The pain explodes on my ass. I try hard and keep myself from crying out but figure the noise had to be heard outside of the office.

"Five for you today, Stef, and ten the next time you feel like pissing me off," she says then WHACK.

"OH GOD!!!!" comes out when the pain hits. Kicking my legs up. "Please Ms Hunter, please no more, it really hurts."

"I couldn't believe what I saw last night, I have never seen a faggot in action before," she says. WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!!

Tears running down my face as I sob loudly. Struggling to keep myself over the desk.

"You ready for the last one faggot?" she asks me.

Sobbing loudly, I nod my head yes.

"No Stef, ask me to do it again," she says her voice so cold.

Sobbing loudly, "Please paddle my ass Ms Hunter," I say between sobs,

"You want it harder Stef?" she says leaning over my back, her hand pressing my back down.

Thinking about what happens when I tell Mistress 'No', I tell her yes, harder. WHACKKKKK The pain is unbelievable, I let go of the desk and slide to the floor, crying so hard, not able to stop it.

She moves in front of my head, "Kiss my high heels Stef, and tell me that you are going to be a good little girl for me and not give me any trouble."

Crying so hard, I start kissing her high heels over and over, "I will be a good girl, I will, I will." "Good girl, now get dressed and go out to your new desk.

I pull my slacks up and put my shirt on, wiping my nose and the tears off my face but I know how red my face must be. Surely they heard this in the rest of the office, how can I face them. 

"Are you leaving or do you want another swat Stef?" she says staring at me. 

I force myself from her office and I see everyone lifting themselves up looking at me as I leave and walk over to the desk. I look at it. The name plate of the front of the desk says 'STEF' on it. On one side of the desk is a small pink teddy bear and on the other side is a bowl of chocolate candy kisses with a little plague on the bowl stating proudly, 'I love chocolate kisses.' The desk couldn't look more feminine. I move towards it and then break for the mensroom, ducking inside and go into a stall and start crying hard wondering how I can ever do this. 

As I cry, Ms Hunter and Ms Storm are chatting on the phone. "It went perfectly," Ms Hunter say, "he ran to the mensroom with his little ass swishing so nicely. I wish you could have seen him," she says laughing. "I don't think he even realize it yet but the medication you have him on seems to be working quickly."

"Wonderful," Ms Storm says, " He will notice more changes soon. We will have so much fun with him and it will be profitable for both of us."

Find out what they have in mind for Stef in Chapter 9



Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 09



Steve had a very bad trip back to her apartment. First it was the black cop who stopped him and used him like his bitch. And, then before he understands all the implication, he has promised to be a sissy whore for him. Then the vice detective who has decided that he will make Steve suffer if he can't control himself and not be a whore. Then, so much worse at work, as he is basically demoted to a secretary and humiliated in front of everyone at work.  Ms Hunter has big plans for Steve.

I sit on a commode, tears running down my cheeks, sobbing quietly. How can I go back out there? I get the sobbing stopped, wiping my face. As I look around in the cubicle I see it: 'For a hot BJ, call Steve and my work number. I will meet you here.' Oh god! Oh god!!! I get up and get out of there moving quickly to the sink and throw cold water in my face. I have to go out, I think, trying to working up my courage. I look at myself in the mirror, I can do it, and I walk briskly to my desk, sitting down and keeping my eyes down. I hear whispering and giggling.

I open my desk drawer to figure out where everything is, and when I do, I see the magazine. 'Huge Black Cocks,' lays on top of everything in the drawer.  I hear everyone in the other cubicles laughing as I shut the drawer. My face feels on fire. I set there just staring at the desk in shock when the phone rings, and I snap out of it, and answer the phone.  "Hello."

"Hello, who is this?" a female voice asks of me.

I sit there a few seconds thinking how I should answer. "This is Stef, may I help you?" I answer feeling I had better do things this way.

"Oh hello, Stef, I thought it was a girl on the line, this is Terri," she says. "Will you be a sweetheart" she asks "and bring me some coffee, I'm trying to get settled in."

"I guess I can Terri," I tell her.

"Its Ms Terri to you, don't make me tell you again," she says sounding like a real bitch. "I like mine black, kind of makes me like you, don't u think?" she says sarcastically, "now hurry your little ass up and get me my coffee."

I get up and go get a cup of coffee. I can see others watch me as I take it to Terri's cubicle. As I arrive they sit back down and I'm standing there in front of Terri. I hand her the coffee. "Here Ms Terri," I say to her.

"I like it in here Stef. It's not an office but I still have a little privacy for a change," she tells me. "Anne said she likes a lot of things about me so I'm hoping to keep impressing her and earn myself an office soon. I learned a lot as her secretary, about what she likes in people," she lectures me. "I'm sure she will teach you a lot of things, Stef."

I stand there not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I resent her.

"You agree that I am more competent than you are, don't you Stef?" she asks me.  "You always let the people we are trying to impress run all over you. I know you know I deserve this job more than you ever did, don't you?"

How I would like to tell this bitch off but I remember what Ms Hunter told me and know what that might bring. I look down and tell her, "Yes, I guess so."

"Look at me and tell me," she says her eyes cold burning into me. I always knew she was an ambitious little bitch, the way she would suck up to Ms Hunter was sickening at times.

I lift my head and look at her, she has such a smug look on her face, as she leans back in my custom black leather seat that I paid a lot for. "Yes Ms Terri, you deserve this job more than I do," I tell her. 

She stares at me. "Show me your panties, Stef," she says.

"Ms Terri, I..." I start to say.

"Now, or shall I call Anne?" she says coldly.

I react even from her using Ms Hunter's first name, I would never have addressed her as Anne. I reach down and unfasten my slacks, unzip them and open them to where she can see my pink panties. 

"Drop them and lift up your shirt so I can see them better," she tells me. 

I do as she says, feeling so foolish standing there in front of her like this.

"Turn around slowly" she tells me. I do it trying not to get my legs twisted in the slacks around my feet. "Your cock must really be as small as they said," she tells me as I turn to face her again.

I stand there, my face red, wondering who told her what.

"Get dressed and get your sissy ass out of my office," she says turning her chair away from me ignoring me.

I get dressed and go back to my desk. Start relaxing after sitting there for a while with nothing bad happening. I answer the phone and do the things that I've watched the young secretaries do. The rest of the day is going alright and it's almost time to go home when my phone rings and Ms Hunter tells me to come into her office. My nervousness returns as I enter her office.

"Stef, I heard about the writing on the wall of the stall," she tells me. "I know you are a horny little slut, but that is just not acceptable."

"Ms Hunter, I didn't write that there, someone else did and I hate it," I tell her, sounding so whiny. 

"Whatever, I just can't have you sucking off most of my staff or nothing will get done, so the only cocks you may suck in your little stall there will be the black men who asks you," she tells me sounding so serious. "If any of your requests come from others than blacks, they will be politely declined.  You will tell them your Mistress only lets you suck black cock. Do you understand Stef," she tell me standing in front of me defiantly.

"But Ms Hunter, I don't want to suck any cocks at all, really," I tell her, trying to sound so sincere.

"Sure you do Stef, I have seen they way you look with a black cock in your mouth," she tells me "and I really doubt there are few things you want as much as black cock. When a black man asks for your mouth, you will do as he requests but I don't want any fucking going on in there."

"But Ms Hunter," I plead with her, "can't I do it somewhere else, everyone can see who goes into that bathroom. 

"Yes they can Stef, look there is a man going in there now," she says.

I look at the bathroom door through her window and see a black janitor walk into the bathroom. He looks to be about 30 and is well built.

"I told him you would be right in Stef," she tells me, "you don't want to keep him waiting do you? Now you be a good little girl and go take care of his big black cock."

"Please Ms Hunter, please don't make me do this, please," I beg her.

"Now Stef or I will lead you over there myself for everyone to see," she tells me and I can tell she isn't kidding.

I walk out of her office and as discretely as I can make my way into the men's room. I see him standing outside the stall, then go into the stall when he sees me come in. I walk over to the stall and he has his pants down, his cock semihard hanging there. 

"Come on faggot, get it in your mouth, I don't have all day," he tells me, from the sound of him, he isn't very educated.

I get down on my knees in front of him and turn and try to shut the door but he won't let me shut it.

"Told you I didn't have all day, bitch," he tells me, "knowing anyone can come in and see you sucking black cock will motivate your faggot ass to suck my cock good, now get that fucker in your fag mouth," he tells me roughly.

I lift my head and take his cockhead in my mouth and start working the head with my tongue. Oh, it so smooth and hot. Start sucking it into my mouth, moan like a little sissy as I lick my tongue under his cock head. I forget where I'm at and just start sucking his cock. It fills my mouth as it gets harder, wider, stretching my lips to keep my mouth around it. I take it out and smear the juices all over my face.

"What a faggot you are, sucking my black cock right where you work," he tells me. "Must be hard when everyone knows you have a thing for black cock."

I just look up at him and kiss his cockhead, licking all around it then shove my head down on his cock, seeing how much I can get into my mouth. Moaning on it, trying to make you feel the vibrations as I push it against my throat and have trouble taking it. I reach up and take his hands and pull them to the back of my head. He knows what I need and starts pulling my face onto his cock, forcing it down my throat, not stopping when I gag till he has it deep in my throat.

He pulls my head off his cock, letting me get a breathe before he shoves it deep again. He doesn't talk to me or anything, just starts face fucking me. It's like he is using my head to masturbate himself. He goes faster and faster till suddenly he pulls my head hard burying himself deep in my throat, then feel his cock swell and feel his hot cum in my throat. Then he pulls out some, feeding my mouth, and then the last couple spurts goes on my face.

"That was good bitch, you will be seeing more of me," he says as he wipes his cock off in my hair. Then he gets up and moves past me and leaves the restroom.



I remain on my knees, thinking about what I just did. I know the others will know what I just did. Its so embarrassing having to face them all, I wish I could just quit but I can't let my family know this about me. Realize someone might come in and see me like this and I get up quickly and move to the sinks and look in the mirror. There are several strands of cum on my face, a little dripping from my chin. Can see where he smeared his juices in my hair. The taste of his cum is so strong in my mouth. I think about how I acted with him, how once I saw him, my only desire was to suck his cock and make it good for him. What is wrong with me??

I lean down and splash water on my face washing it all off. I splosh a little water around in my mouth but the taste of his cum remains in my mouth strongly. I have to wet my hair some to get the cum out of it and when I try to comb it, it still looks wet and anyone would be able to tell that I have had to wash it a little for some reason. As I stand there, I close my eyes and I think about what a nice cock he had, then shake my head, making me stop thinking about that. Its wrong to think like those thoughts.

I leave the restroom, don't see a lot of people noticing but when I turn to other side I can see Ms Terri leaning against the wall. She mouths a word to me and its not hard to tell what she said. 'Cocksucker.' I move back to my desk and see that its time to leave so clear off my desk and head home.

Thankfully, I have a quiet night to recover from the unbelievable last couple days of my life. I go to the bathroom and decide maybe a bath would feel good so start running myself a hot bath. Then I wonder if my ex left any bubble bath and I look in the cabinet and find some. Soon, I'm soaking in a hot bubble bath. It feels so nice and relaxing. As I lay there, I look down at myself, contemplating what has happened to me in the last 48 hours. Lying in a bubble bath, shaved smooth, thinking about the janitor and what a big cock he has. I reach down and start rubbing one of my nipples. It feels very sensitive and soon I'm laying back pinching my nipples, pulling them out till a moan escapes my mouth. Soon, my little cock is rock hard and I just have to play with it till I'm about to cum then I stop myself. It doesn't seem right to do it without permission.

I have a quiet night, take my pills, and get a good nights sleep. For the next couple days, no one bothers me at work. I have to figure Ms Hunter told them something or I'm sure someone would have been giving me a bad time about something.

Finally it's Friday and I'm at work again, looking forward to a relaxing weekend, I hope. It's about lunchtime and I'm sitting there working when I see someone heading for the desk. 

I look up and see that's it Alex from the gay bar. And god, look at him. Tight, hip hugger jeans cling tightly to his hips and a baby blues short sleeved shirt, unbuttoned and shirttails tied together around his waist, expose his midriff. He has feminine looking sandals on with large hoop earrings in both ears. He couldn't have looked more like a flaming fag if he tried.

"Hello Stef," he says and I remember how lispy he sounds. Hoping no one notices but I hear a little buzz and people lifting up to look over their cubicles ever so often.

"Hello Alex," I say embarrassed to be talking to him.

"Please call me Alexis, darling," he says, "its so nice to see you again."

"What are you doing here?" I ask him trying to sound like I want him to leave.

"Ms Storm sent me," he tells me, "I have permission for you to take a long lunch and we are going shopping. We have to buy you some clothes for the weekend sweetie."

"Weekend?" I ask her.

"Oh yes Stef, Mistress wants you to spend the weekend with her," he tells me. "Now let's go tell Ms Hunter we are leaving."

He walks over to her door before I can stop him and opens it, "Hello Ms Hunter," he say in his faggy voice. 

"Oh hello sweetie, come in and bring Stef with you," she says.

I follow him in and as we stand in front of her, he grabs my hand and won't let me pull mine away.

"Will you look at you girls, don't you look so nice together," Ms Hunters says and I feel embarrassed that she thinks that I'm like him. "Where are you taking her Alexis."

"Oh the usually places, plus we are stopping to see George," she tells him.

"Make sure you get her some new panties, I'm so tired of the ones she have been wearing," she tell Alexis. "And get her some nice thongs, she has such a pretty little ass."

So embarrassed to have her referring to me in feminine tense. 

"Yes doesn't she," Alexis says looking back behind me and giggling like a little girl.

"You girls run along, just get her back by five," Ms Hunter tells us. "I have a client that's going to be here then that would like to meet her."

"Have I met him?" Alexis asks her.

"No, he is a new customer and I'm trying to land a big deal with him,"

"Ok, we will be back by then," Alexis tells her and then he drags me from the office. I see several people watching us walk from the office, Thank god, he let loose of my hand before we left the office.

We leave the building and go to Alexis's car and get in and drive off. Both of us quiet until we are on the road to somewhere.

"How is it going Stef?" he asks me. "Are you ok?"

I break down and start crying. "No, I'm not alright," I tell him.. "I have lost all control of things. Someone is always telling me what to do and I never seem to be able to say no or I know things will get worse for me." I'm sobbing loudly, embarrassed to be crying like a sissy but I can't help it, my emotions seem to get the best of me lately.

"I know sweetie, it was hard for me at first too, but Ms Storm does know what is best for you," he tells me sounding so sincere. "She showed me what I am and now I understand my position." 

"But I wasn't gay and didn't want to be gay," I tell him, "I thought I was just going to meet with a dominant woman and be her slave for the night. I wasn't looking for a life change."

"I know honey, but Ms Storm saw you for what you really are," he tells me, "and you really should be more thankful to her for helping you. Sometimes, you can be such a whiny person."

Feel like I'm being scolded and wonder how we got to that. Am I really like that, I wonder.

"I want you to behave yourself today Stef," he tells me. "I do have to report your behavior to Ms Storm when I see her so please behave yourself and be a good little girl."

"I'm not a girl," I tell him realizing I was almost yelling at him 

"Are you going to behave yourself Stef, or do you want me to drive to Ms Storm's right now?" he asks me. I can tell he is getting mad. "Answer me Stef."

"I will behave myself Alexis," I say feeling like I got out of line.

"And you will be a good little girl for me today?" he asks.

"Yes," I answer.

"Say it Stef," he commands.

My face gets red as I do as he says, "I will be a good little girl today."

"Then start talking like one," he tells me and I answer him in my feminine voice. "That's better Stef, that is how you are expected to talk while we are out shopping today. Do not disappoint me."

We drive on in silence, figuring he is taking me to some place that sells clothes for crossdressers but then realize he is heading for the main mall. He pulls in and parks. I look over at him, hoping that he won't make me do anything too bad in the mall.

As we get out, he comes around to me and sticks his hand out to me. Its so hard for me to do but I let him take my hand in his and he leads me to the mall. Can see people staring at us and know what they are thinking about us. 'Look at the two faggots holding hands.' As we walk, I see him looking over at me.

"Smaller steps, Stef, and let those hips of your loose," he tells me. "See that young girl ahead of us?"

"Yes," I tell him as I look at the teenage girl in her short skirt. I watch how her ass moves from side to side.  I try taking smaller steps but it doesn't seem to help much.

"Place your feet more in front of each other as you walk Stef," he tells me.

When I try that, I can feel the way my ass starts swishy and figure that is more like what he is talking about, but know I must look really faggy walking like that. "Do I have to do it like that now Alexis?" I ask him, trying to sound like I'm pleading.

"Of course Stef, that is how you should walk at all times," he tells me. "It is so much more attractive for you. Ah, lets look in here," he says as he leads me into a store for teenage and college aged girls.  We start looking around and he leads me into an area of girls slacks. 



We need to get you some new work slacks," he says, "the ones you are wearing to work now just don't do anything for you." She grabs a pair of black slacks from the rack. "These should be able the right size," he tells me. "The dressing room is over there," he says pointing to the changing rooms.

I take the slacks and head there but there is a teenage girl there with the keys.

"May I help you?" she asks.

Embarrassed I answer her "May I try these on?"

"You know those slacks are for women don't you?" she asks. I nod my head and she giggles as she hands me the keys to a dressing room.

I go back to the dressing room and try them on. They zip up on the side but they are the right size. The cut of them feels so different as I feel them hug my ass and the legs are cut so much slimmer. I jump as I hear the salesgirl knock on the door.

"Your boyfriend wants to see them on you," she says giggling as she moves away.  

I work up my nerve and walk out of dressing room area, see the girl staring at me smiling, then I see Alexis out front. I walk over to him.

"Those fit nicely Stef," he tells me as he leads me over to a 3-way mirror and make me look at myself. The pants give my ass such a different look. "Young lady, would you come over here?" he says to the salesgirl. When she walks over he asks, "Doesn't her ass look much nicer in these slacks."

She giggles, then tells him, "Yes, they look perfect on him, oops, her." 

Can see in the mirror how red my face is and see a couple teenage girls watching from back in the racks. Alexis comes up and runs his hands lightly over my ass.

"Yes, I agree," Alexis says. He takes my hand and leads me over to an area of tops and picks out a pink short sleeved sweater. "She loves pinks, don't you Stef," he says to the salesgirl.

"Yes," I tell him so embarrassed.

"Go try it on and lets see it looks," he tells me and I take it from him and go back into the dressing room and put it on. I look in the mirror in there and see how much different my body looks in the clothes. So hard to walk out but I do it and see them standing by the mirror. I walk over to them, so embarrassed. 

"She looks so good in pink but....," she says, then go over and whispers something to Alexis. 



"Yes, you are right," Alexis answers her, "will you help her with it?"




Steve to Stevie to ?? Ch. 09



"Yes, come with me Stef," the salesgirl says leading me back into the dressing room. "Stay there I will be right back."

When she returns, she is carrying a black bra. I look at her as she stays in the dressing room.

"Take off the sweater," she tell me. She watches me as I take it off. "I have never met a sissy before," she tells me. "Is Alexis your boyfriend?"

"No. I really don't even know him," I answer.

"You don't know him and he is taking you out and making you wear girls clothes," she asks me soundly so shocked.

"It's a long story," I just have to do as he says.

"Lift your arms," she tells me and when I do she slides the bra on me fastening it in the back. She then puts small silicone breast forms into pockets in the bra. "Put your sweater on now."

After putting it on, I look in the mirror and it really looks like I have breasts. They aren't large but there is no doubt that tits are there. When I move I can see them jiggle.

"Much better, let's go show Alexis," she says grabbing my arm and leading me out in the store.

I try to resist but she just pulls me after her. I see Alexis look at me and smile.

"Much better Step, don't you just love them?" he asks.

"Its really kind of embarrassing, if you really want to know," I tell him. He grabs my arms pulling them behind me making me stick my new tits out as he makes me face three teenage girls and one older lady who are watching us.

"Look at them look at you Stef," he whispers in my ear. "They know what you are," he says, "I bet they would love to know how much you like black cock. Having a big black cock in your pussy mouth. Do you want to tell them?" he asks.

"No please, don't make me," I beg of him.

"Then be a good girl and smile at the girls," he tells me.

I smile at them, so embarrassed. Alexis grabs my arm and leads me over to shoe section. The salesgirl brings out a pair of black heels with 2" heels.

"Put these on Stef," she tells me and when I try them they fit good.

Alexis looks at me, "Much better," he says.

He pulls the salesgirl aside where I can't hear what is being said. 

"Fix up several outfits for her, everything from teenage girl to young office secretary," Alexis tell her. Include lots of lingerie, several corsets that tie in the back, preferably heavy boned corsets. Also several pair of heels including your highest hooker heels. Send it all to this address," he tells her handing her a credit card. "Oh yes, and the largest silicone breast forms you have with bras for them," he tells her.

Then he comes over to me, "Let's go Stef."

I start to go to the dressing room.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"To change," I answer.

"I said let's go and I mean now," he says taking my arm.

The salesgirl comes up and whispers something to Alexis. I see him nod his head and pull me towards the dressing room. Thank god he changed his mind, I think as she follows us into the dressing room. He turns me to face them.

"She wants to see your little cock, I told her how small you are," Alexis says. "Take your slacks down and pull your panties down and show her why you became a sissy faggot."

I look at him, my eyes begging him not to make me do this but he just stares at me. I lower my eyes and unfasten my slacks. So weird to unzip them on the side but I do and let them fall. My face turns red as I stand there in my pink panties. I hear her giggle when she sees my panties.

"Take your panties down sissyboy," he tells me.

I reach down and slide them down my hips and my little cock hangs there. I see her looking at it then she laughs.

"Does it get bigger," she asks me.

"Yes," I tell her trying to put forth a positive thought.

"Show me sissy," she tells me. 

I start stroking it but no matter what I try, I can't get a hardon. I'm so embarrassed having them

watch me fail. I finally stop, almost ready to cry. I see her look away and then at Alexis.

"I guess you are right, she would be worthless as a man," she says. "He really is pathetic."

She leaves the dressing room then returns with a lacy black thong that matches the bra. "These match," she says handing them to me.

"Change your panties sissyboy, George is expecting you," Alexis says to me.

I change into the thong. It feels so strange pulling up into my ass crack. Can feel the slacks rubbing on my now bare asscheeks. It feels rather sexy. Alexis grabs me and leads me from the store. See people staring at me as we walk. I am obviously male but dressed totally like a girl. After going past several stores, he leads me into a beauty palor. A slender white man, blonde about 40, comes up to Alexis.

"Is this her," he says in a really gay voice. "She's lovely."

"Yes, Ms Storm's new sissy faggot," Alexis says loud enough for several people to hear. "Give her the full treatment, especially do something with her hair. I will be back to pick her up in a couple hours."

When he returns, he hardly recognizes me. My hair is blonder with lite streaking, styled in loose curls, my makeup is totally erotic. My eyebrows were plucked and I was taught much about putting on makeup. I am wearing false eyelashes, not really long but thicker than my own. My lipstick matches my pink sweater and my long false pink fingernails. My ears had been pierced and I had gold loop earrings in both ears. I looked amazing like a young girl maybe 17 maybe in lower 20's. But a young lady, a father would be worried about running in the wrong circles. Maybe with some of the looser girls in school.

Alexis smiled. "Look at you Stef, aren't you just the prettiest little faggot?" he says smiling. "Good job, George, Ms Storm will be pleased."

He leads me from the store. I concentrate on walking properly and when I look at my reflection in the windows as we pass, can't believe how much I look like a pretty girl. He leads me over to a bench and we sit down. We sit there not talking, just watching people walk by. I see a lot of the men looking me over. I see a couple black guys coming our way. They look like they might be in mid 20's and had a little bit of the gangster look to them. I see them smiling at me and one of them reaches down and adjusts himself as he looks at me. 

"Make sure you smile at them Stef, and I want you to uncross your legs, spread them apart a little, and show them how proud you are of your little tits," Alexis tells me. They look at me whispering to each other something as they get closer. "I bet they want to fuck you Stef," he says. "Look at the way they are looking at you."

"I bet they would like to spread your legs apart more and slide there black cocks deep in your cunt," Alexis talking to me, almost hypnotizing as I listen to him and they get closer. "Maybe suck one of them while the other one fucks your cunt hard," he says smoothly. "I bet you would like that, wouldn't you Stef?"

I look at them approach and realize Alexis is right. I am thinking about what their black cocks are like. Are they big? Thick? So black? 

"Wouldn't you Stef?" he asks again.

"Yes Alexis," I say not believing I'm telling him this but it is what I would like.

"Imagine being on your knees, looking up at them, begging to suck their cocks," Alexis says to me. "I can see you there now, wanting their cocks, needing their cocks."

As I sit there, I realize that my cock is now rock hard and trying to pull from between my legs but the panties hold it in its proper place. I can't believe that I'm hard now, why couldn't I do that earlier, I think to myself.

"You can't have them Stef," he tells me. "You may only be with men when given permission by Ms Storm or her delegates like Ms Hunter. I could never give you permission." We watch as the two black men move on past us.

"Now, try to get your pussy under control Stef and go over there and buy yourself a purse, then go into the variety store over there and buy some tampons. We can't let you become a dirty slut," he says laughing.

I do as he says but it was very embarrassing. The purse wasn't so bad because I do look very feminine now but when I went to get the tampons, I couldn't find them. Finally, I had to ask an older lady clerk where they were. She took me to the right area and asked me which size I wanted. I didn't know what to tell her and just stood there, trying to not make eye contact. 

"Are they for you?" she asks.

I nod my head yes and she reaches down and picks up a package. 

"These should do nicely young lady," she said but it seemed like the emphasize on young lady was too strong or am I just being paranoid. I purchase them and go back to Alexis on the bench.

He looks at me, "Look at you, you owe me a favor Stef for turning you into such a pretty girl. I'm sure I will find a way for you to repay me. Now, lets go, time to take you back to your office."

"Like this?" I say panicking.

"Of course, Stef, this is how you will dress for work now," he tells me. "Why do you think we were out buying you all your new clothes." He lets it settle in for a moment, then continues, "You will dress like this, walk like a lady, talk like a lady and be treated like a worthless slut. Are you starting to understand Stef?" When I look at him, he adds, "You belong to her as long as she wants you Stef."

I do realize that choices in my life has been taken from me, that I now do what others tell me to do. Look at me, I look like a young girl. Wondering how this all happened to me. As I look down, I see my tits and how they make the sweater look on me. I think about what I looked like when I saw my reflection and it almost makes me smile. And the way men look at me. I can't believe how they stare and how I can almost see what they are thinking.

We walk through the mall on our way out. I can hear my heels clicking on the hard floor and really try walking properly. It does feel like my ass is swishing more now. I notice several men turn and check out my ass after we pass them and realize it kind of turns me on when they do.

We get to the car and drive back into the office. The building almost empty by now, most people off already. My floor is empty when we walk in but see lights in Ms. Hunter's office and he leads me there.

As we enter, Ms Hunter is sitting on the couch with an older black gentleman. They are drinking some brandy and laughing about something.

"My, my, what do we have here?" Ms Hunter says.

"Doesn't she look nice Ms Hunter?" Alexis asks.

"Earl, this is my newest pet, isn't she lovely?" Ms Hunter asks the black executive with her.

"Hell yes, Ann, is this the deal closer you were talking about?" he says smiling at me.

Ms Hunter just laughs, "Did she behave herself Alexis?"

"She was a little reluctant at first but once she was dressed, she turned into a real little flirt," Alexis tells them. "Thought I was going to have to pull her off a couple young black men who were admiring her. You will probably have to watch her closely or she will be sucking every man who will let her."

My face getting so red as they talk about me like I'm not even there. I see Earl looking me over from top to bottom.

"She is very pretty Ann, very pretty," Earl says.

"And she is so special, aren't u Stef? My special little girl," Ms Hunter says. As I stand there not knowing what to say, I hear her. "I want you to show him why you are special Stef."

I stand there, thinking that Earl really thought I was a girl and now I have to let him know what I really am.

"Go stand in front of him Stef," Ms Hunter says, "and show him what makes you so special."

I move slowly over in front of him and not looking at him, I reach down and unzip my slacks and let them fall. I then reach down and pull my thong down to my knees and my little cock falls down between my legs.

Laughing, he looks at it. "You really got me on this one Ann, thought the little bitch was a girl for sure."

He reaches out and takes my cock between a couple fingers and squeezes it. "Is this the extra perk you were talking about Ann?"

"She's your for the party tomorrow once you signature is on the deal Earl," Ms Hunter says. "Yours to do with as you wish from 9 tomorrow night until noon the following day."

I can't believe she is offering me to this man to get his business. He looks to be around 50, 6' 2" 230, short hair, expensive suit. And so black. My lips dry as I look up enough to see him better.

I wonder what party she is talking about and what he would want to do with me or to me. My glance moves to his crotch, he notices and open his legs some and I look down embarrassed.

"Where do I sign Ann?" he says laughing and I watch as he signs the deal. He leans over and whispers something to Ms Hunter and they both laugh. He then walks over to me. "Tomorrow sweetie, tomorrow." He laughs again and walks out.

After he leaves, Alexis leaves too. "Good job Stef, I knew once he saw your little cock and that you are a sissy white boy, the deal was a dead lock." Ms Hunter says. "It makes my pussy so wet thinking about him using you Stef, I wish I could watch it all."

"You or Ms Storm will not be with me?" I ask, thinking before that someone would be there to make sure everything was ok.

"No Stef, you are his and you will not be chaperoned, but I really doubt if you will be alone with him much," she says smiling to herself. "Now come over here and bend over my desk and grab the other side."

I hobble over there, my panties still down almost to my knees and my slacks around my feet. I bend over and grab the desk and know that she is going to punish me but really don't know why. My ass feels so exposed.

"Its very important that you make a good impression tomorrow Stef," Ms Hunter says, then WHACK. 

A leather paddle hits one ass cheek really stinging but I don't cry out. Then she starts paddling my cheeks, over and over, till they feel like they are on fire. Tears flow down my cheeks and I can't hold back and cry out from the blows. Soon, I'm begging her to stop and she finally does. I lay there, sobbing loudly, tears flowing.

"You are a whore, you will do what is asked of you Stef, do you understand?" Ms Hunter asks.

I nod my head yes.  WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

"Answer me whore when I ask you a question," she tells me.

In between sobs I answer, "Yes Ms Hunter, I understand that I'm a whore and must do what I'm told." I really don't want her paddling me anymore, it really hurts.

"Ok Stef, if I get a bad report, your punishment will make this paddling feel like a love tap," she says. "Now get your ass dressed and get over to Ms Storms, she is expecting you within a half hour of leaving here. Now go slut, I'm tired of seeing your faggot face."

I pull up my panties and slacks and leave the office, wiping away tears as I head to my car. Not even thinking about being dressed like I am as I walk to the parking lot until I see the men looking at me again. I try to walk better, I want them to look. I get to my car and start driving to Ms Storms. No time to even go home, I must obey and go to Ms Storm's.





What will happen to Stef next, we will see later in Chapter 10.



Steve to Stevie to ??



I look at her and not wanting to blow things even before they start, I tell her ok. I go into the bathroom and take my shirt off. Thankfully no one is in there. I hand it out to her and after a few minutes, I hear a knock on the door. I open it and she hands me my tshirt and the door goes shut. I see that she has cut it up some but I go ahead and put it on. Oh god!!! She has cut it off till it comes to just below my rib cage leaving a bare midriff. Worse than that, she has cut the sleeves off way high till there is only a strip about an inch wide on my shoulders. The neck has been cut out some too, coming lower down my chest. I look in the mirror and all I can think is GAY. How can I go out looking like this but realize I have no choice and open the door and go out.

She is not outside and I start looking for her then see her back in the booth. She is not alone though. Sitting with her, is a big black guy and a young blonde girl. He looks to be in 40's and figure she is just barely over 18. I move back towards the booth and as I move through the tables, I notice many of the men looking at me. I hear a couple whistles and a few comments, know I must be beet red. As I get near the booth, I can see the girl better since she is sitting towards outside of booth. She is very petite, maybe 5' at the most but very pretty. I get to the booth.

"I don't know about this Ms Storm," I say softly. "Don't you think it looks kind of faggy?"

"I like it Stevie, you have such a nice body, you should show it off more," she says looking me over closely. "Stevie, this is my friend Mac but its best if you call him Sir. She looks at the blonde girl "She is his cunt slave, she no longer has a name. What do you think Mac? Doesn't that shirt look good on him?" she asks.

Know I must look like I'm in shock. I can't believe what Ms Storm just said about the blonde. She looked down embarrassed to be introduced like that. Can see the man looking me over. Its so embarrassing.

"Where did you find this little cutie Kat?" he says laughing softly. " And the shirt looks hot on you boy, you will learn that Kat always knows what is best for you.

Ms Storm stands up, motioning for me to sit down and when I do she slides in after me and moves to where I have to move over very close to Mac. Realize her name must be Kat but figure if she wanted me to call her that she would have told me. Suddenly I feel Mac's hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly. I jump as I feel his hand on my leg.

"Ya Kat, he's a real cutie," he says laughing loudly.

"Get your hand off him Mac, I told him I would protect him from all the bad boys down here and you are definitely a bad boy," she says laughing.

He moves his hand away. "Alright Kat, don't need a cute boy as long as I have my cunt with me anyway," he says, not even looking at the blonde girl. Then he turns toward her. "Get your ass out on the dance floor and give us a show bitch and if you know what is good for you, you won't disappoint me," he says roughly to her.

She gets up and heads for the dance floor. She has a white sundress on, very short, just barely below her ass cheeks. Her heels are white with 4" spiked heels. She starts dancing very provocatively to the music, swaying slowing from side to side. As she continues dancing, she starts lifting her dress. Her back is to us and soon her ass cheeks are totally exposed. They are so white as it the rest of her body like it doesn't see the sun often.

Other people start moving off the dance floor as everyone starts watching her. Then she slowly turns towards us and I can see her totally smooth pussy. Then I see the gold ring. It's a little smaller than an inch in diameter but goes right through her clit. Her clit is quite prominent sticking out like a little tiny cock. I have never seen anything like it. As she sways back and forth, her eyes focused on Mac, a tall black girl moves up behind her. She is wearing black leather pants and black knee high boots with a red blouse. She reaches down and grabs the blonde girl's dress and holds it up for her.

The blonde reaches down once her hands are free and takes her pussy lips in her fingers and opens up her pussy for all to see. Its not hard to see how wet her pussy is as she dances slowly around the room showing her pussy to anyone who wants to look. Then she moves towards us and starts to finger herself. First one finger, then the second are slide deep into her pussy. She leans her head back against the girl behind her and starts finger fucking herself. Faster and faster she goes until finally she cries out and comes hard. Pussy juice squirts from her and is easy to see it all over her hand and finally running down her thighs. The black girl lets her dress fall and the blonde goes to her knees. Then she start crawling and crawls back to our booth on her hands and knees.

I can't believe what I have just seen. It was so erotic and realize my cock is as hard as a rock. Ms Storm reaches over and takes my chin in her fingers and turns my head to her and kisses me. Her tongue on my lips, then exploring my mouth. I'm so turned on by what I just witnessed. Then I feel her other hand move to my lap and feel my cock through my jeans. She squeezes it softly, feeling its size but still kissing me deeply.

The blonde girl is in front of our booth, still on hands and knees, Mac ignoring her as he watches us kiss. "Did you like that Stevie?" Ms Storm asks me when she breaks our kiss.

I'm almost breathless, feeling light headed. "Oh god yes, that was so hot. I have never seen anything like that before."

"I can take you many places you have never been before Steve, but you must trust me," she says her hand still massaging my cock. "I do expect a lot from my boys though, they must be able to obey me and learn to do as I say." Her look so intense, intimidating but not scary. "You must want to please me, to serve me Steve. If you can do that there can be rewards that can be so nice though. Let me show you Steve."

I know I'm in over my head, but god, this is all so hot. I see Ms Storm look at Mac and then he looks at the blonde girl and nods his head. She starts crawling under the table and the next thing I know, I feel her hands replacing Ms Storm's. She unzips me, I tense up, can't believe what is happening but feel her hand reach in and close around my cock and she pulls it from my pants. I'm looking around nervously but no one seems to notice. 

"Rewards for good boys can be so sweet," Ms Storm whispers in my ear and as her tongue lightly traces my ear I feel the blonde take my cock into her mouth. "Do you think you could be a good boy for me?" she says kissing my ear lightly.

I moan loudly as I feel her take my whole cock in her mouth and suck hard. "Yes," I say breathlessly.

"A good boy for your Mistress?" she whispers in my ear as her other hand moves onto my chest, then under the cut off shirt to my nipple. She takes it firmly in between two fingers and squeezes softly.

"Yes, please," again moaning loudly, know I'm very close to cumming.

"If you will obey me and serve me, you may ask me to become your Mistress," she says moving to where she is looking me in the eyes. "Ask me Stevie."

As she says this the blonde takes her mouth from my cock, I was so close. I look at Ms Storm. "Please, will you be my Mistress?" I ask barely able to talk.

"Ask again, mean it Steve, need it," she says looking into my eyes.

I feel her fingers pinching down harder on my nipple, it really kinds of hurt but don't want to say anything. Suddenly the blonde plunges her head down on my cock, taking it all in. MMMMMMMM Feel like my eyes rolled back in my head but I look at her, really look at her and ask "Please be my Mistress, pleasssse." MMMMM

"Yes Stevie, now give the cunt your cum," she says.

Her mouthis so hot, so wet that I can't control it any longer and my cock explodes into her mouth filling it with my hot cum.. "OH GOD!!!!!!!!!" My ass lifted off the seat as she sucks all the cum from my cock. Panting, as I see both Mac and Ms Storm watching me. When the blonde takes her mouth from my cock, Ms Storm reaches down and takes it in her hand, rubbing her fingers on the head. Its so sensitive, I can hardly stand it but she holds me in place.

"Such a cute little cock," she says smiling. "It's perfect."

As I try and gain my composure, I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered by her comments. I watch the blonde girl crawl from under the table and get on her knees in front of the booth.

"Show me cunt!" Mac says gruffly.

She opens up her mouth and I can see she still has my cum in her mouth. She just kneels there with her mouth open, looking down. Some of the cum runs from the corners of her mouth but she doesn't move.

Ms Storm takes my chin in her fingers and turns my head to look at her. "Slaves do not swallow until given permission Stevie," she says, looking at me intensely, "That is very important."

"Ok cunt, swallow, and get your ass back in the booth, you are such a fucking cunt," Mac tells her.

"Yes Master," she says and you can see her swallowing my cum and getting back into the booth. She glances up and see that I'm looking at her and she lowers her eyes quickly. 

I can't believe what has happened tonight. I feel Ms Storm tucking my cock away and zipping me up.

"OK Mac, it was so nice to see you again. It's time I take my boy back to my place now. Maybe I will see you here Saturday," she says.

"Always my pleasure Kat, you don't do anything with your bitchboy that I wouldn't do," he says laughing loudly.

I can't believe he called me that but Ms Storm is getting up and I get up after here.

"Follow me Stevie," she says taking off and I follow after her. 

My mind spinning as I try to figure out what happened here. It was all so fast and it all seemed out of my control. But the rewards...WOW!! She doesn't head right for the door but goes to the bar and calls the bartender that I ordered from when I first got there. She whispers something to him.

"Come here Stevie, I think you owe Alex an apology, don't you? I saw your behavior when you ordered from Alex earlier. That kind of behavior will not be tolerated."

I look at him and he is smiling at me, when she steps back and looks at me, I realize what she expects me to do. I move over to him. "I'm sorry if I was rude to you earlier Alex," I say.

"That's ok, wiped from my memory Stevie, and you can call me Alexis if you want," with an impish grin. "I just adore your shirt, where did you get it?" he says.

I look at Ms Storm, "It was a gift from a friend," I tell him. Can't believe I'm talking about clothes with this fag.

She looks at me, "From whom?"

I look at her, then him, "It was a gift from my Mistress." I can't believe what I just said. What am I getting into??? 

Find out in Part 2