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Girl's Night Pt. 01

By: DifferentBreed



Normal Monday, Fisher is sitting at the breakfast table across from Sophie when she sighs heavily, staring at her laptop.

"Whats the matter baby?" he asked, with as much concern as he can muster before the caffeine from his morning coffee has kicked in.

"I need a girls night," she said simply, looking up at him with her big beautiful brown eyes.

"Yeah," he agreed. "You've been working hard, need to release some of that tension."

She smiled, glancing back at her laptop for a moment, then turned it so he could see what she was looking at.

"Glad you said that," she said, her smile growing wider. "Because I meant a girls night... with Candi."

Fisher almost spat out his coffee. There on her screen was a promotion from Wonderland, a rowdy and lascivious alternative lifestyle club that she had taken him to once before. Quite a night actually, saw her kiss, really kiss, about a half dozen women, or at least they hoped they were, and when they got home, they didn't get out of bed until the following Tuesday. 

But to go there... en femme?!

"Soph... I... I... don't know..." He was stammering, alternatively turned on and yet terrified.

"C'mon," she teased. "We talked about this before. You look sooo sexy. Think of the rush. Mmmm... think of the sex."

"Its been a while..." he said, still unsure.

"Too long," she added quickly, still staring deep into his eyes. "We can go shopping for a special outfit and everything, I know how much you love that."

"Baby, please... stop." His hands were trembling, his mouth dry. The coffee cup shook as he brought it to his lips. Her gaze never left his face as she rose from her chair.

"It'll be fun," Sophie said softly, "I promise."

Walking around the table toward him, she smiled softly. Taking his hand in hers, she turned him and settled in his lap, her fitted khaki skirt sliding up her tanned and toned thighs. She nestled close, her supple ass wriggling ever so slightly on his pounding erection. She took his face in her hands and kissed him softly, parting his lips gently with her tongue.

"I've wanted to play for a while," she whispered, "and I can tell you want to, now be a good girl and just say 'yes' Candi."

He kissed her again, one hand sliding up the front of her blouse, caressing the bottom of her perfectly formed B cup breast, the other pressing into the small of her back.

"Yes," he managed breathlessly after she broke the kiss. "I'll be a good girl."

"No," she said, "Not this time." 

He watched her as she slid her body between his thighs and sank slowly to the floor, her fingers nimbly pulling at his belt.

"This time, you are going to be a dirty," she spoke softly now, as he heard the steely whisper of his zipper, and she continued "filthy, little slut."

He moaned softly as her fingers dug into his boxers, releasing his throbbing shaft, his fingers moving immediately to the sides of her head, quickly becoming entwined in her dark brown hair as her lips grazed over his spongy soft head.

"Won't you?" she asked as she looked up at him, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.

Fisher nodded as he pulsed under her skilled mouth.

She took him deep, moaning as she pulled back up, stroking him slowly as she smiled

"I want to hear you say it honey..."

"I'm your dirty ohhhh gohhhd!" She took him deep again, his fingers clutching at her head as he moaned.

"Whats the matter slut," she teased, "don't you want it?

"I do Miss," he said breathlessly, "I want to be your slut. Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please make me your dirty whore... Mistress."

"Ohh..." she cupped his testicles with one hand, stroking him with the other. "I will. And these belong to me now. " She squeezed gently, letting his sensitive balls roll between her tensing fingers.

"Nooo... I can't take it."

"You will whore" Sophie took him deep three more times, in slow, torturous succession. "You will because you love it."

"I do Mistressss." he leaned back in his chair, resigned to the week ahead of him and looked up at her as she stood.

"Thank you baby," she said, leaning down to kiss him, "I knew you would say yes, I already scheduled your appointment at the spa center for this Friday."

Fisher smiled at her, shaking his head. "Of course you did."

"Love you baby," she whispered as she kissed him again. "Now you better put that away and get going, you're going to be late for work."

He looked at his watch, and hurriedly stuffed his still bouncing member into his pants, grabbed his laptop and hurried out the door, smiling as she chuckled behind him.

~

Finally Friday arrived, and it had been a hellish week. All week Sophie had sent Fisher suggestive texts, made him browse clothes she was thinking about dressing him in, and had brought him to the brink of orgasm every night, but without release. Needless to say he was beside himself. So easily distracted, so on edge he got hard at the smallest sexual thought. He was relived to not be going to work. 

Fisher's appointment wasn't until 11, but he was starving. That was the trade-off. The spa they found used anesthesia, so no pain waxing, but that also meant no food since midnight last night. He strolled downstairs, the house quiet as Sophie had already left for work, he flipped on the tv to watch some ESPN, but there on the remote was a post-it with a message for him.

"Good morning luv, hope you slept well. Can't wait to see your sexy body when Candi comes home to me. "

He got hard immediately. It was going to be another long day afterall.

~

Fisher came out of the anesthesia rather roughly, his eyes sensitive to the bright early afternoon sun peeking through the blinds in the recovery room. He sat up in the bed, reaching for the cup on the table next to him, and proceeded to knock it right on the floor. Still groggy, he looked at his hands. Now that was a surprise. There on the tips of his fingers, extending at least half an inch beyond each digit was a long cotton candy pink nail. 

He opened his mouth to speak, his lips feeling swollen, all that came out was a high pitched squeak. 

He scrambled for the remote around the bed rail pressing the button for the nurse in a panic.

"Ohhh, so sorry Mr. Leuchten," the young nurse apologized, "we didn't expect you to come around for another hour or so."

"Wha... wh..."

"Please sir..." she placed her hand on Fisher's arm, reassuringly, "relax, I will explain."

He whimpered, confused and distraught, pleading with her for answers.

"Your lady friend, she wanted to surprise you." She smiled softly, looking directly into his eyes. "I think that effect has been achieved. Sorry honey."

He nodded.

"All the 'upgrades' she has chosen will last between 36 to 48 hours, so don't worry, you'll be fine by Monday."

"Up... up grades?!" His voice sounded like a teenage girl.

"Yes. Plumper for your lips. Candy manicure, and pedicure. And our special vocal cord stabilizer which numbs part of your vocal cords to make your pitch higher, that's why you sound so different. Don't try to correct it, just speak normally, or you risk having it last longer."

He nodded again, dumbstruck.¬ 

"Now, lets get you out of that bed and have a look at you. Go slowly, we're headed over to that mirror in the corner."

Fisher let her lead him over, his thin robe feeling odd on his smooth skin. He looked at his matching toes, blinking as they seemed so foreign. Staring in the mirror, his mouth dropped open. He had porn star lips. Perfect. But certainly porn star lips. 

"Oh my god," he gasped. 

"I know, its amazing what the docs can do here huh?" 

He didn't answer, just licked his exceptionally soft lips, still not believing they were his own.

"Can you remove your robe please sir?" she asked.

Fisher fumbled with the belt, the nails getting in his way again, the nurse chuckling beside him.

"You'll get used to that in a few hours sweetie," she said, reaching around his waist. "but for now, let me."

She undid the robe, pulling it gently off his shoulders and examined him closely. 

"The redness will subside in a few hours, but I think we got everything. Your wife said you prefer the quote unquote landing strip?"

"Yes... I guess I do."

He looked in the mirror as she turned him, taking in his reflection, now completely devoid of hair from the neck down. He moaned softly.

"Everything alright honey?"

"Yes," Fisher responded quickly, feeling his face burn as he blushed. "Just fine."

"More than fine," she said as a grin spread across her lips. 

He looked into her reflection and followed her gaze down, mortified to see his cock slowly begin to swell. He tried to stammer a sufficient excuse, but she pressed a finger to his swollen lips and shushed him.

"Your chart said this might happen honey," she said softly, "we are very thorough here, and are experienced with all types of naughty behaviors. I'm just glad you're not the type to put up a fight, hate using those restraints on the side of the bed. But judging by your dainty appearance now, I'll bet you don't mind a little rough handling..."

Fisher stood in shocked silence as she handed him back his robe with a wink.

"Now," she continued, "climb back up on the bed and rest a bit and I can start your discharge work. If you're feeling up to it, your clothes and other personal effect are in the closet of the bathroom."

Fisher squeaked out a meek thank you and she was gone, leaving him to scurry under the covers, pulling his robe hastily around his waist. He lay staring out the window until his calm was restored. He licked his lips for the hundredth time not believing Sophie had pushed it this far. His hands felt foreign and he was afraid to talk, but then he remembered his phone would be in the closet. Gathering his wits he tiptoed to the bathroom, ignoring the blur in the mirror and jerking open the narrow floor to ceiling door. His phone was on a low shelf underneath a dark leather duffel bag that he recognized as Sophie's and clicked it on fumbling slightly. He finally managed to power it on. 6 missed calls, not returning those, and several texts, two from Sophie.

12:26pm:

So excited. Getting wet just thinking about all the fun I'm going to have with my dirty little whore. 

2:01pm:

Text me as soon as you get this. The nurse has explicit instructions to text me when you're awake so I'll know if you're stalling Candi.

Hello Mistress

His breathing was labored as the indicator of her typing popped up immediately.

Hello there Candi. Are you enjoying your surprises?

Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.

You're quite welcome. Send me a sexy selfie. You have 3 minutes.

He hurried out to his room, disrobing in front of the full length mirror. He felt himself getting hard again as he looked at his reflection, and turned around so he was looking over his shoulder, crossing his ankles he perched himself on his toes and snapped the picture, sending it immediately. 

Yummy. Good girl Candi. Send me another one. But this time I want to see how hard that dirty cock is without my permission.

Fisher turned around, humiliated and aroused, snapping quickly and sending.

Such a disobedient whore. Did I give you permission to be hard?

No Mistress. I am a naughty girl and need to be punished.

Yes. You do. Ring your call button Candi. :)

He walked over to his bed and rang the call button, fingers trembling. The same young nurse opened the door and smiled coolly.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked politely. 

He texted Sophie

The nurse wants to know what the problem is

Give her your phone

Fisher handed the phone to the nurse who looked at him quizzically and began typing. She laughed and then typed some more, a small grin escaping her lips. 

"On your knees Candi", she said, "Mistress is not pleased with you."

"But, the door..." He said softly, pointing to the half open entrance.

She glanced at him sideways and typed into his phone. She chuckled and then turned towards the door. He let out a small sigh of relief until she stopped in the doorway and called out.

"Jenny! Connie! Patty!" She turned and looked at Fisher. "I've got something in here you have to see..."

A tall black nurse was the first to arrive 'Jeez Viv, what is ... Oh... I knew he'd be fun."

Next was a short stocky blond, followed by a skinny blonde with glasses.

"Now," said Viv as he now knew she was called, "are you going to be a good girl and kneel or would you like me to get some of the male techs too?"

Fisher fell to his knees by the side of the bed.

"Oh no," said Viv, "in front of the mirror Candi."

They all laughed aloud as he settled in front of the mirror.

"What now?" asked glasses.

"I'm sure we will find out after I said her this picture..."

Fisher swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next. Or so he thought.

"Patty," Viv said, "go get the bag in her closet. Looks like Mistress expected this."

They laughed aloud as Fisher hunched over and groaned, his heart racing.

Short and stocky Patty tossed the duffel bag on the bed and unzipped it quickly, she gasped and Fisher strained to see why in the mirror. His eyes grew wide as she turned and she held the pair of red ping pong paddles up for everybody to see.

"Do we really get to use those on him?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," answered Viv, "Mistress says HER ass is ours. And not to show our faces when we take pictures."

"Please, don't," Fisher pleaded with them, "not the paddles... Please."

"What would you rather we use Candi?" asked Viv.

"I, I don't know," I squeaked 

Patty twirled the paddles in her fists and stepped behind me. "I'm sure you must have some idea in that pretty little head."

"Mistress said assume the standing position Candi. Now."

Fisher looked over at Viv as she pointed the phone at him, and stood. He bent over at the waist, locking his knees and wrapped his fingers around the base of his calves. Raising his head Fisher looked straight into his own eyes as they stared fearfully back at him.

Pain seared through his left buttock almost immediately and despite himself he uttered his memorized phrase. "Thank you Miss, I am a bad girl and deserve to be punished."

"Ho. lee. Fuck." Glasses was purring, and stepped in behind him. "Look at that, a well trained little bitch. Hit him again... on the other one..."

Fisher didn't have to look to know what she was excited about. The pimpled layer of rubber on the paddles marked flesh almost immediately and often the redness was multiplied by the indentations on the skin. And as the paddle lit into him on the right side, he knew that short and stocky was muscular and not fat. It hurt badly. He clenched my teeth and obeyed.

"Thank you Miss, I am a bad girl and deserve to be punished."

"I cant wait for my turn faggot..." whispered glasses.

"Mmmm," said the black nurse quietly, "me too."

"How many more do I get?" asked Patty.

"We all get 10 each," responded Viv. "So eight more, then we will let Jenny go before she cums in her panties. "

They all laughed as Patty smacked him eight more times, Fisher repeating his mantra after each one. His ass was on fire when she had finished and he was not looking forward to my next 10.

What happened next scared and aroused him. Little mousy Jenny, squatted down next to him and cupped his chin in her hand, speaking through her teeth in just above a whisper.

"I've dealt with a little sissy bitch like you before Candi, and I've missed beating her ass. You will address me as Domme Jennifer and you will call yourself a dirty little sissy bitch when you thank me. Do you fucking understand me faggot?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer, I understand."

She slapped Fisher across the face, and grinned. "I knew you would bitch."

Domme Jennifer punished him badly, each strike landing on the same spot. She struck him over and over again in the middle of his ass right where it curved to meet his thighs, ensuring he would feel it when he sat down. She spat on his ass when she was finished, her thick saliva slipping down between his cheeks and pooling on his clenched anus. Her finger found it a moment later and a high pitched gasp made her laugh as her finger penetrated him slightly.

"Shut up you pussy," she quipped, smiling at Fisher in the mirror. "You fucking like it. Next!"

The tall black nurse appeared behind him, rubbing his ass with the tips of her fingers, feeling each raised welt. "I'm so turned on right now, I really wish I could take more time with you..."

"I think you two should go together, really give this little fucking sissy what she has coming to her, said Jenny coldly.

He heard Viv walk across the floor toward me "That would be fun... and you are full of surprises Jenny..."

"If you only knew girls," she said. "Look at me sissy bitch."

Fisher turned his head obediently.

"I'm leaving, but if you give either of these two any trouble you'll be going to headed out of here with one of those paddle handles crammed up your ass. And you know I'll do it don't you faggot?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer, I'll be a good girl."

"I know you will." She turned her gaze to the two women behind him. "Spank her right where I did, right on the spot where her cute little ass curves into her leg. She will feel it all day."

She flashed one more malicious grin at Fisher and spun on her heel out of the room.

"Is that true?" Viv asked him, "does it hurt more there?"

"Yes Miss its true."

"Good," she said shortly and began paddling him. Connie went right after her, and they continued alternating until they both reached ten. 

Fisher was a quivering, gasping mess and his ass was on fire. He whimpered a final thank you and fell to his knees as fingernails cut into his flesh.

"Awww, poor baby," Connie teased as she stepped over him, "you really are a bitch."

She laughed and left the room as Viv snapped one more picture and began typing. She smiled as the response came back.

"On your back on the bed, Mistress has one more surprise for you, but I'm going to ask Jenny to come back in. I think she'll enjoy this."

Jenny returned shortly and Fisher knew what was coming next, and as he lay on the bed wincing in pain he quietly accepted the lube on his ass and the graduated anal beads that soon followed. 

One by one she slid them inside him expertly, rotating the string in order to increase his pleasure and humiliation. She handed Fisher his phone after she stripped off her latex gloves, smiling softly. "Quite a performance you put on there Candi."

He lowered his eyes not sure what to say.

"Do you need help getting dressed? Looks like some fancy getup in there. I could ask the other ladies to come back in..."

"Please no... no more humiliation.."

She laughed, "I was kidding hun, relax... I can help you. I kinda want to actually"

"Thank you Mis, sorry, Domme Jennifer..."

"Good girl. But if you don't behave, I will bring the others back in here. And maybe a male nurse."

"I'll be a good little whore Domme Jennifer, I promise."

"I know Candi, now sit up..."

Fisher sat up and winced again, watching curiously as Jenny began pulling articles from the bag. Nude stockings, white lace panties, matching white lace bustier, black 5 inch pumps, a make up bag, a maid's uniform and a matching headpiece. 

"Looks like you have a job to get to hun," she quipped.

Fisher shuddered.

He stood as she pulled him to his feet and slid the panties up his legs, giggling as he sighed and began to grow. She maneuvered them deftly around his growing member, guiding him through the slit (of course Mistress had chosen crotchless). He felt the thong disappear between his wounded and filled cheeks, the ring between them pressed to his skin. She grasped Fisher's hips and forced him to spin, eliciting another groan as the beads worked around inside of him and his cock throbbed.


Girl's Night Pt. 01



Positioned in front of the mirror he was forced to stare at his transformation as one last item was pulled from the leather bag... actually two, realistic DD breast forms. He lowered my head as Jenny pulled off the backing of the tape and pressed them to Fisher's chest, their weight forcing him to stiffen his back and correct his posture. She stood close, her coat brushing against his erect penis, smiling as he bit his lip to stifle yet another groan.

The bustier came next, the attached garters gently tapping his flesh as she slid it over his head and out stretched arms. Snug to his body she twisted and pulled it over his attached breasts and then began tightening the laces in the back until his waist was cinched tightly. She ran her hands over his ribcage and down to his hips admiring her handiwork. When she returned with the stockings the head of his cock was glistening. 

"Seems like you like getting dressed like this... what would your Mistress say if she saw you like this? Should I text her?"

"Please don't Domme Jennifer," he said quickly, "I'll be good and tell you."

"Go on then."

"She would make me clean myself off with my pinky, or she would clean me off and make me clean her finger."

"Why your pinky Candi?"

"Because that's how dirty cum sluts like to taste cum miss."

"And YOU are a dirty cum slut aren't you?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer, I am Mistress Sophie's dirty cum slut."

She laughed and squatted in front of him, pulling one stocking then another up his legs. She attached the garters and then swept her thumb over his cock head, squeezing it slightly, pulling more cum from Fisher's cock. He opened my mouth without being asked and she chided him as he cleaned her digit.

"Eager cum slut, aren't you Candi?" 

Fisher could only moan in agreement as his tongue tasted the unmistakable flavor of his cum. 

She laughed again and retrieved the uniform from the bed. He cringed when the hidden petticoat fluttered to the floor. 

"Isn't that adorable," Jenny exclaimed, "I'll bet you love feeling the frilly lace and satin against you..."

Fisher whimpered a yes and stood rigid as she wrapped the mini petticoat around his waist. It hovered just above his pulsating cock, leaving just the bottom exposed, and he knew it would tease him insensately for as long as it was on.

"I never thought I'd say this," her head tilted slightly as she looked at me, "but you look kinda cute..."

"Thank you Domme Jennifer," he responded, the color in his cheeks deepening. 

"How long have you been dressing up?"

He quietly recounted his chance meeting with Sophie and their switch lifestyle and how they'd both been surprised by his taking to being occasionally feminized. He knew what question was coming next.

"So... um... are you, you know... gay? Or bi?"

"I'm not attracted to men, no."

She squatted down and motioned for him to step into the maid's uniform smiling as she spoke. "I'll bet a lot of men are attracted to you though, aren't they Candi?" 

"I've never been 'out' in public before Miss."

"That's not what she asked you," a voice from the doorway said flatly. 

They both turned and Fisher's body was immediately filled with both relief and dread. There in the doorway stood Sophie, a malicious grin on her face. 

She extended her manicured hand and strode toward Jenny. "Hi, I'm Sophie, you must be Jenny. My little bitch giving you any trouble since her spanking?"

"No, not really, we were just talking.."

"I'll finish with my pretty slut here," Sophie said. "Thank you for your help with her this afternoon."

"My pleasure." Jenny smiled in the mirror at Fisher and winked. "Bye Candi, have fun!"

"Thank you Miss," he said quietly. 

"How are you feeling baby?" Sophie asked as she adjusted Fisher's maid dress. "You're not mad at me are you?"

"Why didn't you warn me?" Fisher tried to sound stern but with his high pitched voice he sounded like he was whining. 

"Because you never would have gone through with it. You need to push your boundaries to be the whore we both know you want to be... So instead of standing there complaining, you should be thanking me."

"Yes Mistress," he said quickly, "Thank you Mistress."

"That's a good little slut. Now put your shoes on, I have a car coming to take you home in 20 minutes."

"Yes Mistress." He sauntered over to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge, taking the black patent shoes in his hand. The heel protruded conspicuously from his fist and he guessed they were at least six inches tall, maybe more. Much higher than anything he had worn before. His toes fit snugly into the mary jane style toe and when he pulled the strap tight over his stockings his cock pulsed. Fisher stood, teetering slightly, the two inch or so deep platforms offering little relief. Just as he got my bearings Domme Jennifer returned. 

"Sorry to bother you, just some paper work, hope I'm not intruding..."

Sophie laughed aloud and took Fisher's hand, marching him over to Jenny. "On the contrary I'd like to thank you for teaching my whore some manners. And so would she, wouldn't you Candi?" 

"Thank you for teaching me some manners Domme Jennifer." He spoke softly and curtseyed as he was taught. When he rose again Fisher could feel his cock bobbing under his petticoat at full attention.

"It seems she is VERY appreciative," Jenny said, glancing down at Fisher's throbbing member with a wicked grin. 

"Too bad she doesn't have permission to show that kind of appreciation, do you Candi?" 

Dropping Fisher's hand she stepped away and walked behind Jennifer, and whispered in her ear. "Discipline her, I want to watch you show this dirty whore what happens to her when she embarrasses her Mistress."

"Mistress... please n... MMMPH!!" The sting of a hard slap on his right cheek silenced Fisher instantly.

"Shut your fucking mouth bitch," Jenny spat. "You're a pathetic little slut, you should be ashamed of yourself. But if you can't control your cock, we can control it for you."

He opened his mouth to apologize but another resounding slap exploded on his left cheek.

Jenny stepped forward menacingly, her body inches from Fisher's as she spoke through her gnashed teeth "I said... Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth." 

He looked over to Sophie, and she smiled and shrugged, offering no help.

"Don't bother you fucking slut, you're all mine for the time being..." Jenny's voice trailed off as he felt his skirt move and her fingers close over his smooth and swollen sac. "... and so are these."

Sophie laughed as he whimpered at her touch, knowing full well what she had put him through the entire week. 

"When was the last time you came whore?" Jenny's hand squeezed harder as she spoke, making Fisher struggle to maintain his balance.

"Sat... Saturday Niiii... Saturday Night Domme Jennifer." 

Sophie walked over to him then and stood behind him, placing her hands on Fisher's hips under his skirt. She whispered into his ear, "Tell your Domme when you get to cum Candi..."

"I can cum... mmmph... when my Mistress' rubber cock is in my ass Domme Jennifer."

"C'mon Candi," she coaxed, "or when else?"

"Please don't make me Mistress..." Fisher's high pitched whine made Jenny furious and she twisted and pulled downward, easily bringing him to his knees. Sophie grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his face upward.

"Embarrass me again bitch and I'll make the pain you're feeling now even worse."

"I'm allowed to cum when Mistress' rubber cock is in my ass or a real cock is in my mouth Dome Jennifer."

"And you're so swollen," Jenny teased, taking his chin in her hand, "I bet you're dying for that cock in your ass so you can cum, aren't you?"

He swallowed hard, nodding. "Yes Domme Jennifer."

"Yes what, sissy bitch?" Sophie asked.

"Yes Domme Jennifer, I am dying for my Mistress' cock in my ass."

"What a dirty fucking whore you are Candi," Jenny spat, slapping him shortly across the face. "Too bad your Mistress doesn't have her toy with her... or do you?"

"Unfortunately no, I don't," Sophie said, still holding Fisher's hair in her fist. "Guess my little slut will have to wait... unless... know anybody around here that loves a dirty cock sucking cum slut?"

"Mistress!," Fisher shrieked, "no, no, no, please noooo!!"

Sophie laughed and let him go, "Relax Candi, I won't do that to you." She took Jenny's hand and led her to the bed, looked back at Fisher and winked. "Not yet anyway."

Sophie whispered something to Jenny and they both laughed, then she tossed the makeup bag at Fisher. "Go into the bathroom and make yourself pretty slut. I want to talk to our new friend here in private." 

He scurried to his feet, surprised, as his cock had remained rock hard through all of that, hoping that Sophie was just teasing him for Jenny's benefit. Sure they had always made that rule part of their role-play, but was she actually considering it? He convinced himself she couldn't be, not this weekend, not without a warning, right? He cleared his mind as best he could and raised one trembling hand to his face. Pink eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, blush, and then cotton candy color for his lips. Except for his unkempt hair, he looked every bit the sissy maid. And god help him, he was still aroused and now dripping. IHe swiped a pinky along the underside of the head of his penis and brought it to his lips, then made his re-appearance.

Sophie was talking quietly on her phone and Jenny was nowhere to be found. The door to my room was wide open and he saw a packet of papers on the bed. Fisher watched his Mistress, drinking her all in, her curvaceous frame never failing to entice him. Today, dressed in her business attire; form fitting dark gray skirt, pristine white blouse, nude stockings and her favorite Christian Louboutin pumps, she looked, phenomenal. He knew how lucky he was. He was still staring when she hung up the phone.

"What are you looking at pretty one?" she said with a grin.

"Sorry, Soph," he said, blushing, "you look really good today."

"Thank you baby." She strode over to him, taking Fisher's hands in hers and kissed him tenderly. "So do you. How do you feel? Be honest."

"Frustrated and completely turned on. You had me there for a minute."

"Your ass is still red, ping pong paddles were a nice touch, don't you think?" She laughed as he stuck his tongue out at her. "Now, now, there will be plenty of time for you to use that later... Back into Candi mode."

She kissed him again as he answered "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," she said with a playful smile. She continued speaking as she signed the forms on the bed. "When you get home there is a list of tasks that must be completed by the time I get home. There is also a small grocery list that you will need for dinner. And yes, I expect you to go as you are dressed now." 

"Mistress, don't make me," Fisher pleaded, "what if somebody sees me?"

"You can go on the other side of town, but that may not give you enough time to get everything done. Your choice Candi."

"Yes Mistress." He knew she had set him up. There was no way he was going to the store locally. He had no choice but to expect punishment later. 

"And if you're thinking about not going, let me assure you, I will bring home two guys with the biggest cocks I can find and I will enjoy watching them fill both of your holes like the dirty fucking whore you are."

Her phone went off as she gathered up the papers, she glanced at it quickly and checked herself in the mirror. "Pack your bag slut, and put on your jacket, your car is here. And for gods sake, fix your hair. "

Fisher loved it when she talked to him like that. And so did his cock. It was throbbing beneath his skirt again, rigid and aching. Thankfully the jacket went a few inches below the skirt of his maid costume but it did little to quash his uneasiness at having to exit the building made up as he was. He combed his hair forward and then to the side, and then placed the lace headpiece behind his ears. He looked at his reflection one last time and wheeled toward the door where Sophie was grinning at him. She knew as well as Fisher did how he longed for release, now more than ever.



Girl's Night Pt. 02



Fisher was upstairs, making the bed when he heard the front door opening, signaling Sophie's arrival home. He looked down at the list on her dresser, frowning. He had not completed four tasks. He reapplied his pink lipstick and kissed the paper above the words "make bed with gold satin sheets" as he was instructed. He then scurried downstairs, incomplete list in hand, to pour her a glass of red wine. 

She greeted him with a smile and a deep kiss. "Hiya baby, did you have a fun afternoon?"

"Yeah," Fisher answered sarcastically, "it was stellar. One thrill after another."

She chuckled softly and took her wine and the list. Sitting on the couch and crossing her legs she smiled broadly as she read. "Four things left undone, not too bad. Did you have fun organizing my panty drawer sissy bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered, even though it was a colossal tease. 

She examined him closely . "I'll bet your pathetic cock was hard the whole time wasn't it? Of course it was, you'll never learn that lesson I suppose." 

"I'm sorry Mistress." he said, his face burning with embarrassment. 

"Yes, and if you're not now, you soon will be." She smiled and went back to the list. "Bed made, laundry done, groceries purchased, I thoroughly enjoyed the picture of you in the freezer section by the way, and upstairs vacuumed. All that and you lubed and reinserted your anal beads three times."

"Yes Mistress."

"And what haven't you done?"

"Dinner is not finished, the table is not set, the bar has not been cleaned and the bookcases have not been dusted and organized Mistress."

"I have decided I will spank you one time for every character of the list of tasks not completed." She held the list up. "Count them Candi. I will double check when you are finished, and if I come up with a different number I will double it."

Fisher counted slowly, his hands trembling as he passed 50, 75 and the 100. "One hundred 15 Mistress."

"Did you count the numbers on the list as well Candi?"

His heart sank immediately. "No Mistress. I forgot."

"Are the numbers not part of the list of tasks you silly blonde slut?"

"They are Mistress."

"So one nineteen times two gives you two hundred thirty eight. My god that's a lot, isn't it Candi? Your poor little ass is going to be so, so red."

"Yes Mistress."

"We will do 24 at a time, 10 different times. And seeing as how your cock is my plaything, and wont be getting used tonight, each time I will adorn your cock with pretty pink ribbon so you won't lose count again. Sound like fun Candi?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now get over here and lay across my lap."

Fisher walked over to her slowly as she inched forward on the couch until her perfect ass perched on the edge of the dark leather cushion. She smoothed her skirt and patted her lap gently as he knelt and leaned over her thighs. 

"Elbows on the ground naughty maid, I want that ass high in the air."

He slid forward and rested on his elbows, his short skirt and crinoline fluttering toward his waist and leaving his bottom completely exposed. 

Sophie rubbed his ass gently as she spoke, "mmm, still a little pink I see Candi. Shall we begin?"

"Yes please Mistress, I'm a bad girl and I deserve to be punished."

Sophie didn't answer with words, just one resounding slap after another. She counted aloud as Fisher thanked her for each one, and when she reached twenty four his ass was stinging and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. She slid her legs out from underneath him and told him to stand.

"Time to decorate that pretty cock of yours. In the den, where the table is that I wrap gifts on there is a selection of ribbons. Bring me the skinny pink one and a pair of scissors. Our dinner guest will be arriving soon," she smiled as Fisher's jaw dropped, but offered no explanation as she rose beside him. "so I suggest you be quick about it."

Fisher's mind was a jumbled mess again. Dinner guest? Who the hell would she have invited? Nobody knows about this part of his life. Who had she talked to? He wanted to her to stop this, or did he? He was semi-aroused after the spanking, and this afternoon had been dangerous, but also exhilarating. She had pushed his limits with the nurses... Oh, god. No. She wouldn't have. He practically ran back to the living room, as much as one can run in sky high heels with a string of beads in their ass.

"Sophie, please..." he pleaded, "tell me who is coming."

"Aww," she mocked him with both her tone and expression. "are you nervous? I've forgotten how hot you are when you're dressed up and a little scared. Turns me on so much to have this much power over my slutty maid."

She took the items from him as Fisher asked again, "Tell me it isn't the woman from the clinic Sophie, she hates me."

"You'd better remember to address me, as well as her, correctly when she gets here, or I won't be responsible for what we do to you. Remind me, what did she like to be called?"

"She is to be called Domme Jennifer, Mistress."

"Better Candi, now come here, and lift your uniform skirt for me," she commanded. 

Fisher did as he was told and shivered as she wrapped a cut length of ribbon around the shaft of his penis, right behind the head. She pulled it tight, but not uncomfortably so, and tied a neat bow on the top. 

"Very cute Candi," she exclaimed, "I cant wait to see all ten on there. Its going to make an exquisite photo, don't you think."

Begrudgingly he agreed. "Yes Mistress."

"You'd better work on sounding more convincing slut, and lose the attitude."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."

"You're about to be, keep that skirt up and cross your ankles. 24 more spankings. Right. Fucking. Now."

"Yes please Mistress, I'm a bad girl and deserve to be punished."

"And because of your attitude I'm going to spank you with something I was going to save until later. Maybe you'll have a little more respect after 24 swats with my sorority paddle, you fucking whore."

"Yes please Mistress. I am very sorry, and beg you to teach me."

He heard the whistle of the paddle behind him and the blow resonated off the bookshelves, and echoed down the long hallway to the den. He groaned his thanks as the stained hardwood found the fleshy part of his ass over and over again until Sophie was finished with him. She forced Fisher to kiss it when she was finished and the heat of the board warmed his glossy lips. He retreated to the kitchen after she adorned his cock with another bow next to the first and dismissed him with a wave of her hand and a grin.

He was in agony as he walked between the dining room and the kitchen. Back and forth with plates, silverware, napkins, glasses and serving utensils. Every step making the skin on his ass seem alive with electricity, and the muscles beneath ache with vulgar waves of pleasure. The clock chimed at the hour of seven and Fisher was making his way to the bedroom to lube himself again when he heard a knock at the front door. He stopped short, unsure of what to do, his whole body trembling. 

Sophie came out into the hallway, smiling broadly as her eyes met Fisher's. "Don't just stand there Candi, answer the door. Are you my sissy slut maid or aren't you?"

"I am your sissy slut maid, Mistress." God, did Fisher hate his altered high pitched voice. 

"I know you are. Now be a good girl and greet our guest." She blew him a kiss as he walked by her to the front door, and Fisher could feel her eyes staring into his back.

He opened the door, his heart pounding, his jaw dropping when he saw Jenny. Her clinical garb was gone, replaced by a pair of tight fitting dark indigo jeans, bronze suede high heeled pumps, short dark brown leather biker jacket and a fitted black t-shirt. Her blonde hair, no longer in a pony-tail fell off her shoulders in pristine cut waves, her glasses were gone and her bright blue eyes shimmered as she smiled.

"Are you going to let me in Candi or are you just going to stare at me like a ditzy blonde maid?" 

"I'm sorry Domme Jennifer, you look so... different." And by different, Fisher meant hot. Her scrubs had hidden that hard, and subtly curved body, and seeing her now an ache grew that pulled the ribbons on my cock tighter and tighter. 

"Stop gawking and let her in Candi," Sophie said with a chuckle, "you'd think you'd never seen a hot blonde before..."

Fisher moved aside and Jenny strode by him, slapping his face gently as she whispered. "Good to see ya again gorgeous..."

"Thank you Domme Jennifer," he answered softly, blushing. He swung the door closed, but before the latch caught Sophie called out to him.

"Be a good maid and get Jenny's bags from her car, sissy slut. Bring them up to our bedroom and then carry on with your tasks. I believe the clock just chimed the hour, did it not?"

"What a good maid," Jenny said. "It's the silver Audi." 

"Yes Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered quickly. "Right away Mistress."

He opened the door and heard them whispering and then a loud laugh from Jenny, enjoying Sophie telling her of his hourly duty. Fisher thanked God for the descending darkness and that Jenny had found a spot close to the house. He reached for the rear passenger door of her car and pulled the handle and was greeted by a shriek of her car alarm and flashing lights. He scrambled backward and tripped, landing square on his abused ass, looking around in a panic as the alarm seemed to echo around the neighborhood. Fisher was desperately trying to get to his feet when he heard stifled laughter from behind him on the porch. He looked up and both Sophie and Jenny were holding their hands over their mouth, nearly doubled over with glee at his predicament. Jenny finally composed herself after what seemed like an eternity and pressed the button on the key fob to stop the incessant noise and unlock the doors.

"Gee, I hope the neighbors didn't hear that." Sophie's teased sarcastically.

Fisher retrieved two bags from Jenny's backseat and hurried inside as fast as his bruised backside and ego would let him. His heels clicked on the hardwood steps loudly, but not loud enough to drown out the peals of laughter from the two women in the living room. He caught a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror and cursed at his reflection for liking any of this, hoping that it would all be worth it. And judging by Jenny's two bags, she was going to be here for the night, but why was he putting them in our bedroom, and not the guest room? 

Those and the rest of his questions would have to wait as he hurried to prep myself in the master bath. He had to stifle more than one moan as his hands shook and by now, the beads slid out and back in with ease. He had not doubt he would be teased unmercifully for being wet all afternoon and into the evening. He took several deep breaths as the ribbons began pinching again, washed his hands and headed downstairs to the kitchen. More laughter from the living room as he prepped dinner and he was shocked when he walked in to see their fingertips entwined as they casually sipped red wine.

Sophie pulled her hand away slowly as she saw Fisher's face. "Whats wrong baby?"

"You... you're holding her hand Soph... what's going on?"

She got up slowly and smiled, "aww, is my little slut jealous?"

"No..." Fisher answered meekly as her free hand rested on his stomach. "I just don't understand why she is here."

"She is here because I like her and I invited her. Do you want to stop playing?"

"Sophie, no... I..."

She cut him off. "That's the last time you call me by my name tonight Candi. Do you trust me?"

"Yes of course I do but..."

Again she interrupted. "And do you know that I love you and I'm never happier than I am when I'm with you?"

"Yes, I know," he answered, suddenly very docile. "I'm sorry. I love you my Mistress."

Her hand travelled up over his body, to the side of his neck and to the back of his head. She pulled Fisher roughly to her and pressed her lips to his. They parted slightly and he felt her tongue probe his mouth. Fisher gave his mouth to her as her tongue swirled around his. She broke the kiss and smiled warmly.

"Is my slut maid feeling better?" she teased.

"Yes Mistress, much better. Thank you Mistress. Um, dinner... dinner is ready."

She broke the embrace and turned to Jenny, extending her hand. "Shall we?"

Jenny smirked at Fisher devilishly and rose gracefully to her feet as her fingers entwined fully with Sophie's. "Don't mind if I do." 

They brushed passed him and Fisher watched them go hand in hand across the hall to the dining room and retreated, sullen and defeated, to the kitchen. He fetched the platter with the lamb chops and the other dishes and made his way out slowly, teetering with every step in his heels. They stood as he placed the dishes in the center of the oval table, watching him intently. He backed up, admiring my accomplishment and looked from Sophie to Jenny, wondering why they hadn't taken their seats. 

"It looks amazing Candi, my sweet," said Sophie thoughtfully, "just one problem. Why are there three place settings?"

"Did you invite someone you sneaky little slut?" Jenny teased.

Fisher looked back and forth at them, slightly confused.

"Oh look," exclaimed Jenny, "she thought she was going to eat with us! Candi, you are quite the bimbo today, aren't you? First falling down, and now, thinking the help eats with guests?"

"Elbows on the table Candi, you must learn your place," Sophie said softly. "Jenny would you like to do the honors?"

"If its alright with you Miss," Jenny said as she pulled out her chair, "I'd like to sit and watch the sissy maid learn her lesson."

"Of course sweetie. Now Candi, I want you to look at Jenny while you get spanked, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. I understand. I am a bad girl and will look at Domme Jennifer while you teach me my lesson."

Jenny stared at Fisher and smiled as the spankings rained down upon him. Sipping her wine slowly, she licked her lips as he repeated his submissive mantra, her enjoyment growing as his resolve cumbled. For the first time that day, the pain and humiliation crested and Fisher felt tears welling inside his eyelids. 

Jenny leaned forward, her lips curled into as sneer. "Cry for me you pathetic bitch, cry like the worthless cocksucking whore you are..."

The final blow came and Fisher whimpered his last thank you to his Mistress leaving tiny twin puddles of tears on the red oak table. 

"Do you know your place now Candi," Sophie asked as Fisher struggled to compose himself.

"Yes Mistress," he answered.

"We shall see. Fetch the bottle of wine, maid, your ribbon and the scissors."

As he walked away, he had the horrid realization that he was aroused again, painfully so. His new dom had chastised him, shamed him and emasculated him, and there he was, never more aroused in his life. He didn't want to like this, but he did. And they both noticed when Fisher walked back into the room. 

"Do you see this Jenny," Sophie said, "such a dirty girl isn't she?"

"You were right," another wicked grin, "the meaner we are the more she likes being a submissive slut. She'll be begging for a real cock so she can cum by the end of dinner."

Sophie cut a strip of ribbon and turned to Jenny. "She can beg all she wants, watch this. Lift your skirt and tell Jenny what the rule is tonight."

Fisher's voice trembled as Sophie tied one more ribbon around his shaft. "My cock is Mistress' plaything and will not be used tonight except for decoration Domme Jennifer."

"And she gets a new one each time she is spanked."

"And why exactly are you getting spanked Candi," Jenny asked.

"Because I didn't complete all my duties..."

"Sissy maid duties..." Sophie interrupted. 

"Because I didn't complete all my sissy maid duties, then miscounted the numbers for my punishment Domme Jennifer, I am to be spanked 240 times before the end of the night."

"Should be an interesting night then Candi," Jenny said, "don't you agree?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer." Fisher felt his face redden, and his cock stiffen, as he answered.

"Put your skirt back down maid," Sophie admonished. "Go clean the bar while we enjoy this wonderful dinner. We will call you if we need anything."

"Yes Mistress." Fisher was starving but walked away dutifully before they changed their mind, sighing as he looked over the wet bar. It wasn't very large, built into the wall as it was, but he knew immediately why Sophie wanted him to clean it. It was the mirrored wall behind it, that he would not be able to get away from. He kept catching glimpses of himself, re-arranging, re-organizing, straightening and it was if he was watching a stranger, a very hot and dirty stranger. His manicured nails kept getting in the way, tinking and dinging the glass, frustrating him much the same way they had when he was folding Mistress' things. The clock striking the hour brought him out of his haze, and he heard laughter from the dining room as he ascended the stairs. 

After he was finished, Fisher took his first step down the stairs and realized the artfulness of this particular domination. After so many lubricated insertions of the beads, they no longer stayed in on their own. He had to take short, dainty strides or risk having the beads slip from him. The muscles of his ass had to be constantly flexed in order to comply now, meaning he was feeling each and every sensation. And it felt as if the muscles to control that also worked to control the rise and fall of his ribbon adorned cock. He smiled inwardly at how easily Sophie had made him suffer. 

"All finished Candi?" Sophie called from the dining room.

"Yes Mistress," he replied breathlessly, "the bar is straightened."

"Come in here and clean up our dinner plates."

"Yes Mistress," He replied again, scurrying into the room as quickly as I could.

Jenny chuckled. "You seem to have a different walk, maid..."

"Yes Domme Jennifer," He croaked. He could barely walk and talk. "Walking like this is the only way to keep the beads inside me..."

"Are you wet from being your Mistress' bitch all afternoon?" she asked.

Fisher looked down at the ground, his nails digging into his palms. "Yes Domme Jennifer."

"Look at me and tell me," Sophie demanded.

Fisher raised his eyes to Sophie's and spoke softly. "I am very wet from being your bitch all afternoon Mistress, its difficult to keep the beads inside me."

"Not inside YOU, you dumb whore," Jenny responded, "inside your sissy pussy. Try again."

Fisher shuddered as he flexed again, his altered voice raspy and lustful. "I am very wet from being your bitch all afternoon Mistress, its difficult to keep the beads inside my sissy pussy."

Sophie rose from her seat slowly, "I'm sure it is my dirty little slut. And I'm sure your pussy is just aching to be fucked by something thick and hard isn't it?"

She had him backed into an inescapable corner. If he answered no, his torture would continue and he would eventually fail. If he answered yes, he had no doubt she had something nefarious planned that he would be forced to accept. 

Her hand snuck under Fisher's skirt and his swollen balls were wrapped in her warm fingers as she kneaded him gently. "Answer me loudly sissy bitch."

"Yes Mistress," he responded, his voice resonating throughout the brownstone. "My pussy is aching to be fucked by something thick and hard." 

"Well, that's too bad," Sophie spat, "you don't deserve any pleasure. Do you?"

"N.. no.. Mistress."

"What do you deserve, whore?" Sophie's fingers clamped tighter with the slur.

"Whatever you desire Mistress," he cried out as the pain intensified. 

"And right now what I desire is to watch while Jenny spanks your balls because you forgot to include her in that last declaration. I saw you using a large wooden spoon earlier, maid, rinse it off and bring it to Jenny."




Girl's Night Pt. 02



Fisher made his way to the sink, his head swimming, returning quickly to find Jenny standing next to a seated Sophie. He handed her the heavy spoon as Sophie patted her lap.

"Put your hands on my thighs Candi," she commanded. "Its my turn to see you break."

Jenny walked behind him, her free hand trailing down his back. "You know you deserve this, don't you Candi?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer I deserve this." Fisher jumped and moaned as her fingernails slid down his exposed ass and over his swollen sac. 

"Tell her you want it," Sophie commanded.

"I want to be punished, Domme Jennifer." Fisher groaned again, and Sophie smiled, kissing him softly. 

Jenny's thumb and forefinger encircled the top of Fisher's scrotum the base of his cock, squeezing hard and pulling them back between his spread legs. "Why Candi, why should I give you what you want?"

"Because I want to be a good sissy maid for you and my Mistress, Domme Jennifer."

"Show me," she responded. "Cross your ankles and beg me to punish you."

Fisher crossed his ankles, forcing his cock and balls to jut out obscenely behind him. He whimpered as he felt the flat surface of the wooden spoon begin to massage his delicate testicles. "Please, Domme Jennifer, make me a good sissy maid for you and my Mistress!"

She smacked his balls with a flick of her wrist, asking him again. "For who Candi?"

"For Domme Jennifer and my Mistress!"

The spoon came down again. He shrieked in anguish. 

Sophie held Fisher's chin in her hand and kissed him deeply. "I own you sissy Candi."

He could only nod.

Jenny smacked Fisher over and over again as he moaned into his Mistress' mouth, laughing as Sophie continued to remind him that she owned him. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and Fisher's abject humiliation was complete when Jenny unceremoniously pulled the beads from inside him, leaving him gasping and staggered.

"Thank You Domme Jennifer...", he barely managed.

"Upstairs to the bedroom maid," Sophie said with a wry smile, "time for the hard and thick thing you want in your sissy pussy."

Jenny handed Fisher the loop of the beads, directing him to clean them and then join them in the bedroom. He made way to the kitchen as Jenny and Sophie disappeared from view, once again hand in hand. Sophie knew this was more than he asked for, but not more than he wanted. He didn't know what waited for him upstairs, but as she squeezed the hand of the feisty vixen beside her, she planned on making him never forget.



Girl's Night Pt. 03



Fisher climbed the stairs slowly, wary of the quiet that hung over the upstairs. As he hit the landing a soft moan emanated from the bedroom and his heart raced as he entered the doorway. There, framed in the soft light of the bedroom lamps, was Sophie kissing another woman. Her crisp white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the top of her supple breasts, and giving just a hint of the black bra underneath. Her hands cupped Jenny's ass, and judging from the way Jenny's body was pressed into Sophie's, Sophie was the one controlling the kiss.

She broke the kiss and glanced over at Fisher, still holding Jenny close. "Jealous Candi?"

"Yes Mistress," he croaked.

"Of course you are slut," Jenny said as she kissed the curve of Sophie's neck. "Her lips are delicious, I can't wait to make you even more envious when I taste more of her."

"Mmmm," Sophie moaned, "I can't wait either, but first, we made a promise to our dirty little slut, didn't we?"

Jenny laughed and kissed her cheek as Sophie winked at Fisher. They broke their embrace and his jaw dropped at what was laid out on the foot of the bed. A dark leather pad with loops and buckles holding an array of toys glared at him, daring him to continue. He made my way to the bed as Sophie waved him over.

She guided Fisher with a hand on the small of his back as she whispered in his ear. "You have quite a night in front of you dear..."

He only nodded as the array of plugs, whips, clamps and restraints entranced him.

"All for you Candi," Jenny said as she stood next to him. "All you have to do is choose."

"But choose wisely," added Sophie, "because if you don't choose well enough, we will choose for you, and you won't like our choices."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, his cock throbbing violently against the ribbons. 

"Something the matter slut?" Jenny asked.

"I forgot to ask you to put the ribbon on my cock after my spanking Domme Jennifer," He blurted, lowering his eyes and wringing his hands. He hoped the lie would work.

"Yes, you did," Sophie said, her hand massaging Fisher's ass over the short skirt of his uniform. "We will let you retrieve that after you've chosen something for your sissy pussy, and picked out something for me to spank you with."

He knew what she wanted. Something that would show her just how much he was committed to this game. So he pushed his boundaries and pointed to the largest of the medium size butt plugs.

"May I please have that in my sissy pussy Mistress and Domme Jennifer?" 

"Good girl Candi," Jenny said as she removed the plug. "Now, for the spankings."

"Would you please spank me with the leather slapper Mistress?"

"Another good choice," Sophie said joyfully, squeezing his ass. "now assume the position."

He bent over at the waist, clasped his fingers behind his calves and raised his head. He swallowed hard as Jenny practically skipped behind him, and he felt the first touch of the unforgiving plug. She slid the tip around his slippery hole and giggled.

"I do love it when a little slut's panties are soaked," she said, "such a dirty little bitch Candi, aren't you? Getting all wet from wearing your sissy clothes?"

"Yes Domme Jennifffff...ungggghhhh!!" Fisher grunted loudly as she stuffed his hole with the plug.

"Ohh, you sound like such a whore Candi," Sophie murmured. "Moan for me again."

Sophie squatted next to Fisher, kissing his ear as he moaned, one hand holding his face, the other stretched out to cup his balls. All the while, Jenny twisted the plug into his ass slowly, stretching him as the lube slowly yielded to the molded plastic. He felt Sophie's fingers slowly drag upward, finding the tip of his cock and pinching it slightly. She rose and the fingers found his mouth. Fisher moaned again as he tasted himself on her fingers and the base of the plug slipped flush. 

He could hear the triumph in her voice as Sophie spoke. "Seems you DO like it bitch."

"Yes Mistress," he moaned, "Thank you Mistress, thank you Domme Jennifer."

"Don't thank us yet," Jenny said, "you have no idea how happy I am that you chose this particular one."

Fisher shivered as he felt a low hum emanate from the plug, stopping and then starting again at regular intervals. He bit his lip as the intensity and the frequency slowly increased until there was a constant hum in his ass and he was panting with madness.

"You can go get your ribbon now sissy," Sophie said, "enjoy your walk..."

He stood and the feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The plug, unlike the beads was unforgiving. The solid black rubber offered no relief and the deep vibration reverberated throughout his body.

"Ye...yes Mistressss," he moaned. Fisher took one step toward the door and collapsed to his knees as the intensity was abruptly magnified. Sophie and Jenny laughed as he writhed on the floor in agony, the plug ravaging him in unimaginable ways.

They walked over to him, hand in hand, and smiled down at Fisher as he whimpered unintelligibly. 

"A slave to her pussy now," Jenny said, "a true whore."

"I told you she would be," Sophie responded. "next thing you know, she'll be begging to be shown off, pimped out and fucked."

He struggled to speak, but his voice was raspy and his lips quivered.

"What do you think," Jenny asked, a cruel smile crossing her pretty face, "$10 for your mouth, and $50 for your ass, you dirty slut?"

He shook his head from side to side as what felt like an orgasm rushed through him like one he'd never felt before. He became keenly aware of his hard cock rubbing on the dark carpet, and his balls pulling tight. A shrill wail shot from Fisher's lungs and he dug his fingernails into the floor, but then, the familiar rush of ejaculation didn't materialize. He cried softly as the women lifted him to his knees, his eyes downcast, unable to face them.

"Aww, looks like the sissy maid is frustrated." Sophie teased. "No cumming for you."

Sophie placed her hand delicately under his chin and lifted his face. "And you're going to be on your knees quite a bit now Candi, so I suggest you get used to it. Now stop your pathetic blubbering, go and get your ribbon and meet us in the game room, maid."

"Game room?" said Jenny. "Now THAT sounds promising."

"Not quite what you're thinking," Sophie explained, "but I'll be willing to bet that it'll be fun. For us at least..."

She smiled and pulled Fisher to his feet. The humming in his ass had stopped momentarily but the ache remained. Coupled with the tremendous pressure on his cock the entire effect was maddening, especially seeing as how Sophie demanded that he was constantly doing his crossed ankle sissy strut. Sophie whispered quietly to Jenny, and Fisher jumped as the humming began in short low cadence again. Their laughter chased him into the dining room and he picked up the ribbon and scissors with quivering fingers. 

Sophie was showing Jenny around the downstairs when Fisher came to the bottom of the wooden staircase. They were silhouetted against the French doors to the patio where Sophie had turned on the floodlights to show off the stonework and landscaping they finished the previous summer. When they turned to face each other, they kissed deeply and Fisher remained rooted to the spot as the soft moans slowly drifted over him. Their hands entwined and Sophie moved Jenny's hands up to her breasts, pulling the smaller woman closer as Jenny again parted her shirt, and rubbed her breasts over Sophie's bra. Sophie bit down on Jenny's bottom lip and grabbed a handful of her hair, whispering things Fisher could not hear. Jenny nodded and lowered her eyes, then her hands went to her own breasts. One of Sophie's hands encircled Jenny's throat just below her jaw and her lips trailed across her cheek to the her ear. Jenny's body trembled as she nodded again. Sophie's face came into view again and she turned toward Fisher slowly, licking her lips and grinning.

"Ready Candi?" she asked simply.

"Yes Mistress," he answered. "I have the ribbon as you instructed."

"Good girl," Sophie said with a smile. "Give it to Jenny and when she is finished I want you bent over the pool table."

"Yes Mistress."

Jenny smirked as she took the ribbon and scissors from his hand, working quickly to tie the fourth ribbon on his semi-erect cock. When she was finished, she slapped the underside of the head with her palm, and held it up for Fisher to lick. He obeyed and she smirked again, slapping him across the face.

"Dirty whores deserve to be slapped around," she stated. "Don't you?"

"Y.. yes Domme Jennifer."

"Now go do as you're told before I do it again."

Fisher sauntered over to the pool table where Sophie was waiting, leather paddle in hand.

"Elbows on the side rail Candi," she instructed. "Now, wiggle that cute ass backward until I tell you to stop... Mmmm, good girl. Sexy, don't you think Jenny?"

"Like a porn star," Jenny answered, "smile for the camera bitch..."

Fisher turned toward Jenny and faked his best smile, expecting a flash, but none came. Instead she moved around the table, keeping her phone trained on him, recording gleefully as his smile slowly faded.

"Tell me your name..." Jenny demanded.

"My name is Candi, MMMPHH!" The paddle crashed into Fisher as he finished.

"And what are you Candi?" Jenny asked, keeping the lens on him.

"I am a sissy maid, MMMPHH!"

"And do you like being spanked?"

"Yes Domme Je, MMMPHH!"

"And do you like being dressed in panties and lingerie?"

"Yes Domme Je, MMMPHH!" 

"Thank your Mistress sissy slut..." Jenny said.

"Thank you Mistress, I'm a bad girl and deserve to be punished, MMMPHH!"

"What else are you Candi?" 

"I am a dirty whore, MMMPHH!"

"And...?"

"I am a cocksucker, MMMPHH!"

"Keep going," Jenny encouraged, "are you a cum slut?"

"I AM a cum slut, MMMPHH!"

"Thank your Mistress cum slut..."

"Thank you Mistress, MMMPHH! I'm a dirty cum slut and I, MMMPHH! deserve to be punished..."

Fisher's ass was on fire now, the leather hot and stinging. But still, Jenny did not relent. He could only watch as she fished a small black circle from her pocket and her thumb grazed one side of it. The humming in his ass came hard and fast, one jarring shock, a short pause and then another jarring shock. He bit his lip and moaned loudly.

"Listen to yourself sissy bitch," Sophie said from behind him, rubbing the paddle across his ass, "you fucking love this..."

"Yes Mistress," he groaned, "I love thi, MMMPHH! I love this!"

"Beg me for more bitch," Sophie urged.

"Please spank me aga, MMMPHH! Please more Mistress! MMMPHH!"

"Thank your Mistress, faggot," Jenny said.

"Thank you, MMMPHH! Mistress, I'm a sissy bitch and, MMMPHH! I deserve to be punished..."

"Whose sissy are you bitch?" Sophie demanded.

"MMMPHH! Yours Mistress! MMMPHH! I'm your sissy bitch."

"And you're going to be my good sissy whore aren't you?"

"Yes Mis, MMMPHH! Mistress, I'll be your good, MMMPHH! sissy whore!"

"Beg me to be my whore Candi!"

"MMMPHH! Please let be your whore Mistress!" Fisher begged obediently.

"You'll suck cock for your Mistress, won't you Candi?" Jenny teased.

"MMMPHH! Yes, MMMPHH! I'll suck cock for my Mistress!"

"And you'll swallow every drop, won't you cum slut?" Sophie asked.

"Yes Mis, MMMPHH! Yes Mistress!! Please, let me be your cum slut!!"

"Told you she'd be begging to be pimped," Sophie laughed.

"MMMPHH!"

Jenny echoed her in laughter and they embraced once more, enjoying a deep, lingering kiss.

"Should I turn off her plug now?" Jenny asked softly.

"Leave it on," Sophie said with a wink, "all dirty whores love pleasure don't they?"

"Y..y..yes Mistress," Fisher groaned, his fingers digging into the felt of the pool table. 

"It was a rhetorical question Candi," Sophie scoffed.

"Silly ditz," teased Jenny.

"I'm s..s..s..sorry Miss..ss..tress."

"Yes," Sophie answered quickly, "you are a sorry little bitch. Now get over here and let me put your ribbon on. Then, you can go upstairs and get us another bottle of wine."

"Ye..yessss, fuhhk," standing up compounded the intensity and his legs shook as he stepped towards the two grinning ladies. "Yes Mistress." 

"Something wrong?" Jenny asked.

"No Domme Jennifer" I lied.

"Good girl," she said watching as Sophie tied the fifth ribbon, "because if you complain at all I will be sure to fit you with the next size larger. Understood?"

"Yes Domme Jennifer."

"All done sissy slut," Sophie said, "you have two minutes to get back down here with a bottle of white wine and two new glasses."

"And if you're not," added Jenny, "this cute video of you is going on an amateur fetish website..."

They laughed as Fisher nearly ran from the room and scurried up the stairs, his swollen cock bouncing between his thighs. He quickly grabbed two glasses, the bottle and the corkscrew and hurried back down the stairs. 

Jenny looked at her phone and frowned. "Darn it Candi, you made it."

He lied again. "I'm sorry Domme Jennifer."

"No you're not slut," Sophie said, "you are such a horrible liar..."

Jenny strode toward him, pool cue in hand. "Is that true bitch, did you just lie to me?"

"Yes, Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered. 

Her hand rocked off his face with a heavy smack.

"What the fuck Candi!" she yelled. "Do you think your contact list would like a link to the video I'm about to post?"

"Please no!" he shrieked, his new high pitched voice cracking. "Sophie! Please! That's too much!"

"Fine," Sophie said. "Pick 3 of my friends... and if you forget to call me Mistress again, the next film that gets sent out will be of you as a glory hole cum dumpster. Jenny told me all about one over dinner."

"And it'll be busy on a Friday night, slut," Jenny added, "trust me, I've had more than one sissy faggot perform there for me."

"NOW," said Sophie, "you really are sorry."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, "I am sorry."

"And now that I think about it," Sophie said, "I'll choose who to send it to."

Jenny's free hand slid under his skirt and her fingers gripped his sac tightly. "I don't think that's nearly enough people..."

"Oh, its quality," Sophie said to her, "not quantity. For instance, first on my list is Victoria, tell her who she is sissy bitch."

"Victoria is ungh!" Jenny's wrist twisted and lifted Fisher up onto his toes. "Victoria is Mistress' office assistant, I... mmmph!... see her every week."

"And is she hot?" Jenny asked, rolling his testicles in her fingers. 

"Yes, Domme Jennifer." 

"Oh she is," Sophie said, "23, tall, blond and curvy. Played volleyball on the AVP beach tour. Bit of a bitch and a total flirt, has the guys around the office wrapped around her little finger. No wonder I like her."

"Sounds perfect," Jenny said, "who's next?"

"Heather." Fisher's heart sank. 

"Our accountant." He said, helplessly.

"Recently divorced and rich." Sophie said. "Took everything when she caught her husband sleeping with their maid. Think she'll get a kick out of the irony."

"Oh my god," Jenny laughed, crushing him slightly in her fist. "That's perfect."

"And finally," Sophie said, pausing for effect, "Katherine."

"Oh noooo," He very nearly fainted right then. 

"Who is that?!" Jenny asked excitedly, yanking down on my sack.

"Mistress' little sister, Domme Jennifer" he gasped. 

"Damn," Jenny said softly, "that's going to make for an awkward Christmas."

Sophie laughed aloud, and handed her phone to Jenny. "My SORORITY little sister. She is the one on the left."

"Not exactly 'little', is she?" Jenny said, looking at the picture on Catherine's instagram.

"No," Sophie answered, "not at all. 5' 9" and 36F. All natural too."

"And ass!" exclaimed Jenny said as she released me. "Does she do a lot of modeling like this?" 

"Yep," said Sophie, "she is a big hit at the custom car shows, trade events and those comic con things. Everybody says she looks like some famous person. Whats her name Candi?"

"Mayra Veronica Mistress," Fisher whimpered. 

"That's right," she answered. "Paying her own way at USC graduate program right now."

"Impressive," said Jenny, "bet she has no shortage of men, huh?"

"Funny," said Sophie with a smile, "she's gay. Full on lipstick lesbian."

"No shit!" Jenny squealed, "when can I meet her?"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be calling when she gets this." Sophie replied, taking her phone back. "She is still pissed about catching our little bitch here stroking himself to her modeling portfolio."

Fisher's jaw dropped. He didn't know he'd been seen. Katherine had stayed with them late last winter when she had a show in town, and had left her portfolio loaded on their computer. And yeah, she was hot in those pictures. The more he flipped through the harder he got. It was only a matter of time before he was cumming in his hand.

"You're in truh, uh, bull..." Jenny teased.

"Didn't think she'd tell me slut?" Sophie asked. "Or that you'd be found out?"

"That I'd be found out Mistress." 

"Oopsie!" Jenny laughed.

Sophie chuckled then held the phone up to his face. "Read it slut."

For your eyes only. Told you Fisher had a secret. My darling maid and sissy slut telling us she likes to be treated. Yes, you're right, that is a vibrating plug in her ass, and monstrous DD breasts on her chest. Enjoy, talk to all in the morning.

"Press send," Sophie instructed.

"Yes Mistress," he answered, not taking his eye off the still of the video attached to the message. He reached one manicured nail out toward the phone and pressed "send" obediently.

"Good girl," Sophie said with an evil grin. "can't wait to hear the reaction from my friends and for behaving, you can pick a movie for us to watch while we Jenny and I play some pool."

"Thank you Mistress," he said. "What kind of movie?"

"Sissy bitches with fake breasts..." Jenny quipped. 

"Yes Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered, thinking her serious. 

"Lesbians," Sophie quickly interjected, "you're into those, aren't you Candi?"

"Yes Mistress," he said, feeling his face growing red, knowing she was referring to him pleasuring myself to Catherine. 

"Don't be embarrassed NOW Candi," laughed Sophie, "go find us a hot lesbian movie to watch."

"Yes Mistress," he answered again, and then moaned as the plug in his ass came roaring back to life furiously. 

Jenny laughed as he collapsed over the back of the couch then said to Sophie, "So what are we playing for?"

"Easy," Sophie said, "winner gets to spank the sissy."

"And the loser?" Jenny asked.

"Loser gets an article of clothing removed by the winner."

"Mmmm, I'm going to enjoy seeing you in your panties bent over this table. I was the 9 ball champion 3 years running in college." Jenny bragged.

"Well this isn't college smart ass," Sophie shot back, "and once its time to get you out of those sexy jeans, I'm going to have the maid do it for me." 

"Oh, really?" said Jenny with a grin. "That's intriguing. May have to employ that myself..."

"Are you going to rack em 'champ'", teased Sophie, "or are you all talk?'

Fisher missed what Jenny replied as another false orgasm ripped through him, and both women laughed heartily. He composed himself as a long tendril of precum ran down his leg and Jenny shut off his plug. He made his way over to the television as Jenny was racking the game and felt a surge under his skirt as her ass became stretched taut in her jeans. He don't know how he missed that this afternoon.

"What movie did you find Candi?" Sophie called out to him as he blinked absently.

"Strap-on Divas Mistress." Fisher replied, his face flushed.

"Mmmm, aching for cock aren't you dirty girl?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I trust you've heard the rules of the game?" Sophie asked.

"Yes Mistress." 




Girl's Night Pt. 03



"Good." She said coldly. "I'm going to enjoy spanking you, and her."

"Yes Mistress." His body shuddered as he pictured her literally spanking Jenny. 

Sophie grinned as she watched him, knowing he had a complete lack of control, willing to submit to anything now. 

Jenny broke and failed to pot anything. Fisher watched with unbridled happiness as his Mistress lined up the one with the nine and won with one shot. 

"I believe that's the game," she said with a huge grin, "'champ'"

"Chalk my stick bitch," Jenny demanded, throwing her cue at Fisher in disgust. 

"Aww, somebody is a sore loser..." Sophie chided her. "and soon to be a sore loser with no shirt..."

"Fine." Jenny said and whipped off her shirt. 

Fisher's breath caught in his lungs. A toned torso gave way to a bright red satin bra, struggling to contain her twin globes of lightly tanned skin. And there on her right side, stretching from her rib cage and disappearing into the waist band of her jeans, was a subtly colored tattoo of peacock feathers and orchids. 

Sophie strode across the room toward her as Jenny looked up at her through her long eyelashes.

"My god," Sophie said, "you're stunning..."

She then kissed Jenny with so much passion and lust, the pang of jealousy hit Fisher like a freight train. It seemed like they kissed forever and when they broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. The both turned to look at him simultaneously. 

"Bend over the table bitch," Sophie said. "Time for your spanking."

"Yes Mistress," he answered obediently. He placed his elbows on the felt edge and then moaned as the humming in his ass began again. 

"Eager for your spanking," Jenny teased, circling her thumb back and forth over the remote, causing the plug to vary in intensity repeatedly. "Such a good girl."

"Yes, Domme Jennifer," he said, biting his bottom lip as she laughed, trying in vain to quiet himself. "Thank you, Domme Jennifer."

"Not that good though are you bitch?" Sophie asked as she pulled his skirt above his ass.

"No Mistress."

"Did I give you permission to stare at Jenny?" The paddle slapped into both cheeks heavily, forcing Fisher clench onto the vibrating plug

"unghhhh! NO MISTRESS!"

"Fucking pathetic," Sophie spat at him. "Such a weak little sissy." She lit into him then, spanking him 6 times in quick succession, making his knees buckle, his moans becoming more impassioned with each strike.

"Yes Mistress," he whimpered, "I am a weak pathetic sissy."

"Cup your big fake tits and say it again you bimbo slut," Jenny commanded, the phone again in her hand. 

"I am a weak, pathetic, sissy... unnghhhh!"

"Again whore..." Sophie said after she spanked him. 

He repeated it over and over again, squeezing his fake breasts, moaning in the agony of unbridled pleasure and torment. Fisher was in a daze as Sophie spun him round and tied the sixth ribbon on his raging crimson cock. His body shaking, ass on fire, he stared at her dumbfounded as she told him to rack the billiard balls.

She kissed him softly on the cheek, and whispered, "I want you to know how hot you are baby, every time you call me Mistress I want to ram my cock deep inside you."

My voice was a harsh, barely audible croak, "That makes me so happy Mistress."

"I know," she said, her lips pressed to my ear now, "rack the balls, and then sit on the couch and watch the movie, I'll call you after I win again."

"Yes Mistress."

Sophie watched as Fisher sauntered over to the couch, and sat down gingerly. She knew the cold leather felt like tiny needles in his flesh as he crossed his legs, sitting as I had been taught. On the screen a large breasted brunette was abusing a blonde girls face with a monstrous strap-on, and she watched as his cock pulsed leaving as stain on the calf of his stockings. He was like a faucet with that plug in him. She watched as he squirmed, and whispered to Jenny, pointing out his torment. They returned to the game and after about 10 minutes or so Fisher's head turned quickly as he heard a holler from the other side of the room. He saw a triumphant look on Sophie's face and an angry one on Jenny's.

Sophie turned to Fisher and smiled, coaxing him over with a wag of her finger. "Time to have some fun Candi..."

"I can't believe you hit that shot," sighed Jenny as he stood next to Sophie, and then her gaze moved to me. "and you, you better hope I never get my hands on that paddle."

Fisher didn't reply, not wanting her exasperation to turn to real anger. 

"It was nice, wasn't it?" Sophie replied, with a broad smile. "but a shot like that makes your jeans a worthy prize." 

"I can't believe you don't want to take them off me..." Jenny said softly. But her attempt to sway Sophie was for naught.

"I plan on having my hands busy doing other things, now get over here sexy," Sophie said with a seductive grin.

Jenny glided over to Sophie, their eyes locked on one another. Jenny's breasts bounced in her bra with every soft strike of her heel, and when they met they pressed into Sophie as they embraced and began kissing softly. Sophie grabbed Fisher's wrist and moved him behind Jenny, and guiding his hands to the waist of her jeans. Jenny moaned as Fisher slid his thumbs along her waist the movement causing him to press his throbbing erection into the top of her ass. Her hips rose slightly and began pressing back into Fisher, and he gasped as she began rolling her hips slowly. He found her top button just then, and felt her jeans pop as he released it. Sophie felt it too.

Sophie let her hands fall down Jenny's sculpted torso, pushing the jeans down off her hips as Fisher continued to release button after button. Jenny let out a ravenous moan when Sophie's hands clasped onto her ass. She pulled the smaller woman to her, lifting her on her toes and Fisher followed, his cock slipping up and down the crack of her ass as she thrusted backward. A tug of his hair by his Mistress forced him to his knees. Pulling Jenny's jeans to her ankles, Fisher found his face inches from one of the most perfect asses he had ever seen. She lifted one foot, then the other as he removed first her shoes, then her jeans. Sophie kissed down her neck and spun Jenny so they were both facing Fisher on his knees, their hands entwined.

"She looks so cute down there doesn't she?" said Jenny, barely able to catch her breath. 

"She does," Sophie agreed, then continued thoughtfully. "I think I'll have her stay there for her spanking. What do you think?"

"Mmmm," Jenny moaned, "I like that idea. And she can clean her cum of my ass as a thank you. Put my shoes back on sissy bitch."

"Yes Domme Jennifer."

Jenny steadied herself with a hand on Fisher's head as he slipped her shoes on her feet, laughing softly when she called him the best maid she ever abused. 

"I hope you enjoyed my ass on your pathetic cock, faggot," she said, "because I'm going to enjoy you humiliating yourself when you clean it with your tongue..."

She turned her back and slid to her knees in front of Fisher, looking at him over her shoulder. 

"Lick my ass, whore," she commanded, "nice and slowly..."

As he lowered his face to her ass, she arched her back slightly and placed her hand on the back of Fisher's head, forcing his tongue between her cheeks and against the red lace material of her tanga panties. He moaned as he inhaled her scent and then yelped as the paddle crashed into his upturned ass. 

"Moan for me again Candi..." Sophie said, spanking his right cheek, then his left.

He licked Jenny's panties again, moaning loudly, and then gasped as she jerked his head back.

"Tell me you love my ass, bitch." Jenny said. 

"I love your ass Domme Jennif... UNMPHH!" she crammed Fisher's face back between her cheeks again, and proceeded to grind his face as Sophie paddled him hard and fast. Over and over her hips rolled against his face, gyrating against his outstretched tongue as Fisher moaned and whimpered. Gasping for breath his head hung limply in her hand when the spanking finally finished. In one deft move she spun to her feet, flushed and excited, forcing him to look at her.

"What? No 'thank you'?" she teased. 

"Tha... AAHH!" Her other hand struck him on his cheek and sent him reeling backward.

"Learned your lesson Candi? Sophie asked with a chuckle.

"Yes Mistress," he answered quietly, "Thank you Domme Jennifer."

"My pleasure Candi," Jenny responded with smirk, "seriously..."

"Enough flirting you two," Sophie laughed, "get over here and get your decoration Candi. I want to see how turned on your are by eating Jenny's tight ass."

She lifted his skirt and cooed loudly. "Oh my god would you look at that!"

Fisher looked down and gulped, his cock was rigid and ruby red, more swollen than he had ever seen it. His knees buckled when Sophie scraped it with the fingernail of her index finger. 

She laughed again as she spoke. "I think sissy needs a break, or she is going to burst."

"Let her burst," replied Jenny coldly.

"Not tonight," Sophie said, "I want her on edge for tomorrow. But for now, I think I'll have her take my turn at the table, to get her mind off things... but you have to play fair."

"I always do," Jenny said, smirking again. 

"Just to be sure," Sophie said, picking up her discarded jeans, "I'll keep this. For now."

Fisher looked over and smiled, the tiny remote in his mistress' hand. 

"And when I win." Jenny said, "You still lose an article of clothing right?"

"IF, you win," replied Sophie, "Candi and I both will."

"WHEN, I win," Jenny repeated. 

Sophie laughed, then added, "Keep talking, wise ass, and when you lose, I'll let Candi spank you..."

"Yeah," Jenny shot back, "not going to happen. Rack them sissy maid."

As Fisher leaned over the table to gather the balls, he realized how difficult it would be to play. His corset bunched up making it difficult to bend, his balance was off because of the shoes, and the long nails would make gripping the stick difficult. He was definitely at a disadvantage. He stepped back as Jenny prepared to break, Fisher and his mistress watching her lithe body silently. His cock lurched upward as she bent over, her full breasts threatening to spill out of her bra, he bit his lip, but it was to no avail, the high pitched whimper escaped him anyway.

"Keep staring Candi," Jenny spat as she sunk the two and the three on the break, "and I'll be spanking your balls instead of your ass."

"Sorry Domme Jennifer," he apologized, "but you're difficult not to look at."

"Aren't you cute," she answered back with a grin, lining up her next shot, "but that lame attempt at flattery isn't going to help you."

She swore as she scratched on a difficult shot on the one. Sophie wasted no time.

"But that terrible shot will!" Sophie laughed.

"Shaddap," Jenny shot back. "Nobody asked you."

"Why don't you shut me up, sexy?" Sophie asked flirtatiously.

Fisher tried to ignore the kissing to his right that followed, his hands trembling as they moaned softly on each other's tongues. He managed to sink the one but left himself an impossible shot on the four. Wobbling on the platform soles he managed to hit it, but left the table wide open for Jenny. 

"Yu.. you're turn Domme Jennifer," he stammered weakly as they were still locked in a torrid embrace. 

"Mmmm," Jenny moaned, her arm wrapped around Sophie's waist. "I'm tempted to skip my turn."

"You should," sighed Sophie. 

"You just want to see me get spanked." Jenny kissed her softly one more time then turned and surveyed the table. "Well, thank you slut, this looks easy now."

"Yes Domme Jennifer."

"Don't be cocky," Sophie said and tapped Jenny lightly on the ass, "one wrong move, and its all over for you. Should we take off her bra before or after you spank her Candi?"

"Don't answer that you fucking whore!" Jenny commanded.

Sophie just laughed.

Jenny proceeded to pot the four easily. Followed that quickly with the five. As she lined up an easy shot on the six, Sophie teased her again.

"Should I have Candi spank you with the paddle, a whip," she paused as Jenny pulled back, waiting for her to shoot, "or her leaky cock again?"

Jenny swore as she missed badly. "Fucking ass! I thought you said play fair?!"

Fisher couldn't help but smile as Sophie grinned evilly. "I never said 'I' would," she said mockingly. 

"You better not win maid." Jenny seethed.

"You better not miss Candi." Sophie said right after.

A true oh-shit-moment. 

Fisher didn't answer either one of them just swallowed hard and chalked his stick, planning first one shot then the other. He pocketed the six and the ball drew back to an easy shot seven to nine. Jenny was furious, red faced and pouting. Sophie winked at him as he settled onto the table. He drew back his stick, thinking how amazing it was going to be to put Jenny in her place. Inches from the cue, mere moments from victory, and the vibrator roared to life and buckled Fisher's knees, but not before his stick nicked the cue ball and sent it hurtling across the felt. 

"You didn't actually think I was going to let you win did you?" Sophie laughed, walking toward Fisher triumphantly as he moaned and writhed against the table. 

"Ye... yes... yessssss... Missssstressssss..."

"Then you're a bigger bimbo than I thought Candi."

She took his pool cue from him and used it to spread his legs apart, then brought it up under his balls, tapping Fisher gently as he watched Jenny clear the table with ease. 

"I own you bitch," Sophie seethed. "You don't do a damn thing without my say so."

"Yessss Mistressssss," he whimpered as she pressed harder, lifting him on his toes, the plug still humming ferociously in his ass. 

"Crawl onto the table Candi," Jenny commanded, "elbows and knees, head up so I can see that pretty little face. 

Sophie kept the pool cue pressed between his legs as Fisher crawled onto the side of the table, his knees straddling the side pocket. He looked up as he rested on his elbows, his eyes level with Jenny's perfect breasts. 

She slapped Fisher hard across the face. "That, was for even thinking about spanking me, you stupid fuck. And this," she slapped him twice more on the same side, "is for staring at my chest without permission."

"I'm sorry Domme Jen..." She quieted his apology with another slap, this time on the left side of his face.

"Shut up faggot," she said, "you'll be sorry tomorrow when every guy is leering at your huge fake breasts..."

"And when you're thanking us for letting them cum on you." Sophie added, forcing a moan from Fisherby pressing the stick against his balls.

Jenny smacked his left cheek again, "Like that idea whore?"

Fisher couldn't bring himself to answer yes, or to deny it.

"Answer her Candi," Sophie instructed, suddenly very close to him, her hand replacing the pool cue.

He moaned again, knowing what they wanted to hear, unable to form the words.

Jenny smacked him again, making Fisher gasp at the sting, then she leaned down so her nose was inches from his. 

She took his face in her hand as she spoke softly, but firmly. "You know you want it, filthy whore. Feeling that thick hard cock swell in your mouth, fucking your face, the spit spilling from the corner of your bright red lips..."

"Please Domme Jennifer, noooo..." He begged.

"Yes, Candi," she said with a smile. "I can see the conflict in your eyes. Just admit what you want, don't deny the whore you were born to be. "

"I... I... like it..."

"Like what faggot." Jenny asked, leaning closer, her lips brushing Fisher's. "Say it."

"I like the idea of sucking cock, and having them cum on my fake breasts Domme Jennifer."

"Good girl," she said, her tongue flicking out across his top lip. "When I have them do it two or three at a time, you'll like it even better."

Sophie squeezed his balls and Fisher groaned the high pitched wail of a whore aching to be fucked as his body was tortured by another internal orgasm. 

Both women laughed as Jenny retrieved the paddle and walked around behind him. He waited for the spanking to begin. And waited. 

Jenny un-tucked Sophie's shirt from her skirt and kissed her chest following the gentle pop of buttons being released. Jenny pushed the shirt off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor, holding Sophie's hands as she leaned into her, kissing her deeply.

Moments later, Sophie came into Fisher's view, her cheeks flushed and her gorgeous body exposed from the waist up. Her black and gold push-up bra left little to the imagination, and having never seen it before Fisher shuddered as he realized she had purchased it specially for tonight. She posed for him, made him crazed, and he loved her for it. He gazed at her longingly but then fingers encircling the top of his scrotum brought him back quickly.

"So swollen, bitch," Jenny laughed, "this is going to hurt..."

She pulled his balls tight and back through my legs while Sophie perched herself on the rail of the pool table, gently stroking his face.

"Make sure you thank her for each one cocksucker." Sophie said, rolling her thumb back and forth over the remote, making the plug's vibrations rise and fall.

"Yes Mis... AGHHHHH!" The first blow shook his entire body, the pain numbing his brain. "Th..thank... you... you... Domme Jennifer."

Jenny paused, rubbing his swollen sac, teasing him, letting him relax, letting the sensations deep within his ass lull him back into a daze. Two quick strikes and he was panting, thanking her for making him yelp and tremble. Then another pause, then four smacks with the paddle. Tears streaked down his face as she paused again. He tried to beg but indecipherable squeaks was all I could manage. Eight more times she paddled and teased him, then ten, a horrific twenty five swats on his full and already aching balls. 

"That was fun Candi," Jenny said, patting his ass lightly, "now stand up so I can get you out of that uniform."

Fisher complied wordlessly, his vision blurred with tears and his breathing ragged and shallow. He shuddered when he felt her pull the zipper down he spine. She laughed and began lightly kissing my back as she pushed the dress off my shoulders. As it fell she spun him and Fisher stood before her as he had earlier in the day.

"Still very cute," she said with a smile. "But maybe a little more so, now that I know what a dirty little cocksucking whore you are, and not just a sissy who likes to get dressed up like a tart."

"Thank you Domme Jennifer," he said meekly.

"You're very welcome," she answered, and leaned into him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"My turn," said Sophie, who was suddenly beside him. 

Her lips found Fisher's, and her tongue darted inside, flicking against his, forcing his mouth open a little wider. She moaned softly and broke the kiss, leaning in slightly and pressing him back against the pool table. Her thigh was brushing against his, her stocking slipping across his leg as she rubbed him slowly up and down. She clasped his chin in her thumb and forefinger, and turned him away, Jenny's mouth meeting his as Sophie's lips drifted across his jaw and down his neck. 

Fisher felt both of them place their hands on his stomach, tracing the boning of the bustier, slowing letting them drop to the thin crinoline of the petticoat. Their fingers entwined again, then disappeared under the lacey frills, cupping his wounded balls and lifting Fisher onto his toes.

"Tell me whose cocksucking bitch you are Candi." Sophie whispered in his ear.

"I am Mistress' and Domme Jennifer's cocksucking bitch," he answered.

"Too easy," Jenny laughed and pulled away his petticoat. "I just beat your balls and now you're all hard and slutty again, happy to be owned. Follow me so I can put another ribbon on that pathetic cock."




Girl's Night Pt. 03



Fisher bowed his head; ashamed at how easily they manipulated him, and at how little he cared to fight back. He stared at the floor as Jenny smiled, adorned his throbbing cock with it's eighth ribbon, wrapped her finger in the long tendril of pre-cum and fed it to him, He licked his lips and whimpered a thank you and then another when Jenny told him how pretty his cock looked. 

Jenny took his hand and sat Fisher down on the edge of the couch, making him cross his legs and face the screen where two brunettes were enjoying each other. She kissed him again and grinned, then went back to join Sophie who had racked the next game. Fisher watched as his ache grew, and their peals of laughter slowly grew louder the more wine they drank. He turned his head to one last shriek to see Jenny's arms raised triumphantly. He swallowed hard and stood, ready to accept his fate.

"On your knees maid," Jenny commanded, forcing him down next to where Sophie stood. She looked down at him, grinning, wondering how much more he could take. "Your Mistress has something to tell you."

"I made a bad bet Candi," Sophie said as she stood beside Jenny. "I tried to get her naked for us and bet her two items of clothing. I missed."

"Oops," Jenny mocked.

"So does that mean..." Fisher asked.

"Yes," Jenny said, "I'm about to strip your Mistress of her skirt and panties while you watch."

Fisher looked to Sophie and she just grinned. 

"Two things," Sophie said. "First, I may have missed on purpose. I really enjoy watching you get spanked Candi, listening to you admit to a complete stranger what a sissy bitch you are makes me so very wet..."

"And second?" asked Jenny.

"Secondly," said Sophie, stepping close to Jenny and kissing her deeply. "you're going to have to pick a different piece of clothing, I'm not wearing any panties..."

"You little minx," Jenny said with a wide grin, "had I known that I would have taken your skirt first." 

"You can take it now..." Sophie said, her breasts rising and falling as her pulse began to race.

"I will, but first," Jenny said, taking the remote from Sophie's hand and her empty wine glass from the pool table. "Knees apart and back straight maid. Cup those big fake tits of yours and enjoy the show." 

Fisher shook violently as the plug roared to life, vibrating from top to bottom and then bottom to top, his new position forcing him to use his own body against itself. His cock began to leak almost immediately and as it did Jenny bent to place the wine glass beneath him. She smiled evilly as his pre-cum began pooling in the bottom.

"Don't spill a drop, maid..." she said. "I have plans for it, and you."

Jenny wheeled away from him before Fisher could answer, and placed her hands on Sophie's waist, pushing the taller woman back against the pool table. Jenny began kissing Sophie's neck and clavicle as Fisher knelt just inches away, alternately biting and licking until she reached her thin bra strap. She nudged it off Sophie's shoulder and followed it down her chest to the swell of her breast. She turned slightly to look at Fisher, locking her eyes on his as he writhed and moaned, slowly pulling one padded cup down, and then flicking her tongue over the firm, exposed nipple. 

"Don't you wish you were me maid?" Jenny teased. "But you're just a sniveling little sissy bitch who only deserves to be used and dominated."

She giggled as he whimpered, then faced Sophie, taking her breast fully in her mouth, grazing her skin with her teeth, and pulling Sophie's breast upward with her mouth. 

"Ohhhhh fuhhhhhk," Sophie groaned, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "That feels so fucking good baby, kiss me..."

Jenny let Sophie's breast fall from her mouth with an audible pop and kissed her deeply, plunging her tongue into Sophie's warm mouth. She broke the kiss and slipped her hands along the waistband of Sophie's skirt, looking up at her intently.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, pleading. "Now."

"Do it," Sophie responded, "don't stop until I cum..."

Fisher whimpered again, not believing what was happening. He was on the brink of orgasm constantly, the ache to cum mind-numbingly painful. He throbbed against the silky ribbons with every pulse of his plug, and he could only watch helplessly as Jenny opened Sophie's skirt and slowly slid it off her hips. He had fantasized about this so many times, but not like this, never like this. He squeezed his fake breasts again and shivered as his ass clenched the plug ferociously, withering under the smiling gaze of his Mistress.



Girl's Night Pt. 04



"You want to cum too, don't you bitch?" Sophie said. "But pleasure is only reserved for Mistresses and Dommes. Not sissy whores like you." Sophie looked down at him, grinning evilly, turned on by the lips descending her body and the sight of him kneeling there in sexual servitude and agony. She let her hand fall lightly on the back of Jenny's head as she felt the blonde woman's tongue graze her slick labia. Sophie spread her legs ever so slightly, and thrust her hips forward instinctively. 

Jenny tasted her delicately, running her hands up over the lace tops of her stockings, slowly parting Sophie's lips with the tip of her tongue. Dewey sweetness made Jenny's lips sticky almost immediately, and as she drove her tongue deep, she moaned on Sophie's pussy, smiling as she felt her toned thighs tremble under her palms. She slid her hands inward and then back up, cupping Sophie's ass in her hands, increasing the speed and gyration of her tongue, finding a strong powerful rhythm that teased her clit and her labia. 

"Yes Jenny," Sophie urged, "just like... that... right... there..."

Jenny moaned on her pussy again, then dragged her right hand down Sophie's ass, positioning two slender fingers at the now slippery opening of her vaginal canal, and drove them deep inside her. She smiled as Sophie's fingers grabbed a fistful of her hair, then, as she finger fucked her deep and hard, she let her tongue drift over her sensitive clit in sensuous figure eights.

Sophie bit her bottom lip and stared at Fisher, feeling the rush of impending orgasm crash through her body in wave after wave of pleasure. Jenny's mouth worked her clit expertly, and her fingers alternately pressed and stroked her g-spot as she fucked her. 

Fisher watched as Sophie's hips arched forward and her stomach muscles tensed, every fiber of her body rippling as Jenny lifted her to a powerful orgasm. Sophie's hand gripped both sides of Jenny's head as if it was his, and screamed Jenny's name over and over again. Finally after one last shudder, her hands fell back to the table and she braced herself there, panting softly. Jenny turned to Fisher, her breathing ragged, she laughed at him as his Mistress moaned and shook. 

"Too bad..." Sophie said breathlessly, "you're just a pathetic sissy, slut... this... will... never be you cumming... but here, here is a little taste..." 

Jenny took his face in her hand, pinching his jaw open, and dragged her still wet fingers across his upper and lower lip, smacking him when he extended his tongue to lick them.

"Let it dry on your lips faggot," she demanded cruelly. "I want your mouth to taste and smell like pussy, until we make it taste and smell like cock."

"Mistressssss, pleeeeease..." was all Fisher could utter.

Sophie laughed. "Don't worry whore, you'll get the cock you're begging for when you've earned it."

"Ten dollars at a time for you cum slut." Jenny said, smacking him again.

"And speaking of cum," Sophie said, "looks like Candi loves her vibrator, don't you Candi?"

"Y.. y...yes Mistress," Fisher answered obediently. 

"So what do you think," Jenny asked Sophie as she squeezed the tip of Fisher's leaking cock into the glass, "about a quarter full, should she be a facial queen or cum juggling bimbo?"

"Let her decide," Sophie answered with a malicious grin. "Now ask nicely maid."

Fisher didn't know what to decide, all he wanted to do was beg for release. Sexual energy surged through him, radiating, pulsing. Sophie had never had him so unhinged during role-play before. He didn't know if he would get what he asked for, or the opposite.

"Whatever you... you... desire... Mistress..."

"No, Candi," Sophie said sharply, "not this time, tell me what kind of whore you want to be for us. Right. Now."

"Mistress," he asked, his high pitched voice rattling, "please make me a cum juggling bimbo..."

"Naughty, naughty Candi," Sophie answered with broad smile, "there is plenty of time to make you a cum juggling bimbo tomorrow at the club."

"That's right bitch," Jenny said, "I just told you I want you to taste like your Mistress' pussy, but I guess you already are a bimbo, aren't you faggot?"

"Yes, Domme Jennifer," he admitted. 

"Yes what?" she coaxed.

"Yes Domme Jennifer," he repeated, then added, "I'm a bimbo."

"And now," Jenny continued, "you're a bimbo with cum on her face."

Jenny slowly poured the semitransparent liquid on his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, and dripped it over his blush-smeared cheeks. She giggled gleefully, and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Smile for your Mistress, sissy maid." Jenny promted.

Fisher managed a soft smile as Sophie pointed her phone at him and snapped pictures. 

"So adorable Candi," Sophie said. "You look cute as a facial queen, wonder if everyone else will think so too... and ... sent."

She turned the phone around so Fisher could see the image being sent in the group text message. Tears began forming in the corner of his eyelids. 

"Aww, what's the matter sissy bitch?" Sophie teased. "You know you like being humiliated and dominated, don't you?"

Fisher looked up at her, eyes blurry, cock raging between his thighs. Her magnificent body bare before him, save for the stockings and shoes, he never wanted her so badly. He had not expected any of this, and there was no going back afterward. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jenny interrupted him.

"Don't bother answering faggot," she spat, "your pathetically hard, and completely useless, cock is all the answer we need."

"Indeed it is," Sophie laughed. "And seeing as how we know you love it, you won't have a problem cleaning up down here, while I take our guest up to the bedroom, will you maid?"

"N...no, Mistress," he whimpered.

"Good girl," Sophie said, "because I would hate for you to miss out on the two spankings you still have coming."

She and Jenny laughed as they strode hand in hand from the room, leaving Fisher staring after them, kneeling and frustrated as the rumbling in his ass finally ceased. He rose to his feet as they ascended the stairs, cursing to himself as shuddered with every step. Sophie had combined every one of his fantasies, and he was slowly unraveling under her finely honed plan. His thoughts wandered to tomorrow, to what was going on in their bedroom, to any one of a thousand scenarios, and cleaned. He gathered their discarded clothes, the wine and their glasses, shut off the lights, avoiding the reflection of himself in the hd television, but still, his erection barely waned. 

Upstairs, Sophie was entwined on the bed with Jenny, both women knowing that the plug in Fisher's ass would prevent him from moving all that quickly. She undid Jenny's bra with ease, kissing down her chest as it fluttered to the bed spread. Sophie, let her hand slip into Jenny's panties as her mouth kissed and licked the underside of one breast. She smiled as Jenny writhed against her, letting her fingers part her warm, wet lips, circling her clit gently. 

"I want to fuck you baby," Sophie whispered. "I want to hear you scream my name..."

"I've been waiting to hear that all night," Jenny moaned, "but what about the sissy?"

Sophie bit her nipple, grinning as Jenny inhaled sharply. 

"I enjoy making her suffer," Sophie said proudly, "let her watch."

"You're bad," Jenny giggled.

"And that's why you want me," Sophie replied with a smile. "and why you're going to ride my strap-on until you cum."

"I so am," Jenny said, pushing herself up off the bed. She opened her mouth as Sophie slipped her two cum soaked fingers from her panties, moaning on Sophie's fingers, licking and sucking each digit with exhilaration. 

"So fucking hot," Sophie breathed, "mmmm, take off those panties, but leave them where I can find them, I have plans for them."

Jenny stripped off her panties and laid them on the nightstand to the right of the bed, obvious with the decorations that it was Fisher's. She stared at the picture of him and Sophie, almost feeling bad for what they were doing to him. A quick glance to her right erased her concern a moment later when she saw the strap-on buckled to Sophie's hips.

"Oh my god baby," Jenny gasped. "Its so big."

"I know," Sophie replied. "I wanted it to be bigger than my sissy. And she loves it."

"What girl wouldn't?"

Sophie laughed at Jenny's joke and sat on the foot of the bed, wagging her index finger at her.

"What," Jenny said with a coy smile, "no lube?"

Sophie sucked the tip of her finger seductively, saying "You and I both know you don't need it."

"I hate it when you're right," Jenny said quietly as she straddled Sophie's thighs, her shaved lips poised above the rubber cock.

Sophie grasped the younger girls hips, guiding her onto the strap-on, moaning as the pressure on her clit sent pleasant waves through her. She kissed and suckled Jenny's breasts, holding her steady as Jenny rocked back and forth gently, forcing it deeper with every motion. Sophie bit her nipple again and Jenny gasped loudly, entwining her fingers into Sophie's hair. The other nipple was next, driving Jenny wild as she alternated kissing, licking and biting, until her normally pink hued nipples were red, firm and mind numbingly sensitive. She arched backward, holding onto Sophie and began riding the cock with ever increasing speed.

"Fuck yes baby," Sophie gasped, "ride me you fucking minx."

"Feels. So. Fucking. Goooood!" Jenny exclaimed. She bent forward taking Sophie's face in her hand, and kissed her breathlessly, driving herself down on the full eight inch textured shaft, over and over again. Each thrust pounded her g-spot, driving her toward orgasm, and she screamed aloud when Sophie held her aloft, allowing just the engorged head inside her. 

"Sophie... please..." Jenny gasped, "please... so close..."

"That's better," Sophie said, kissing her neck, "Moan my name..."

"Let me ride you Sophie," Jenny groaned, "I need that cock inside me... please..."

Sophie dug her fingers into Jenny's hips and slammed her downward, smiling as Jenny shuddered and then tensed. Jenny could feel her pussy clench as Sophie held her there, forcing her to ride Sophie deep and hard with no relief. Her orgasm came in waves, until she could take no more and exploded over the rubber cock. 

"Yes!" Jenny screamed, "fuck yessss Sophie!!"

Sophie laid back onto the bed, still holding Jenny's hips and started gyrating her own, driving the base into Jenny's clit. Jenny fell forward, aching for relief, but Sophie caught her arms above the elbows and pushed her backward, impaling her on the strap-on and restricting her movement. Sophie drove upward forcibly, grinning as Jenny's thighs strained and clung to Sophie's waist. 

"Sophie!!" Jenny wailed. "Please, baby!! Ohhhhh FUUUUHHHK!!"

"Cum for me," Sophie commanded her, driving her hips upward, "give the sissy a good show..."

Jenny whipped her head toward the door, her pussy throbbed and contracted, and her eyes fluttered closed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. 

Fisher stared, mouth agape, Jenny's breasts arched toward the ceiling, riding his girlfriend's strap-on, cumming loudly. He paused in the doorway, holding their neatly piled clothes in his arms, the leather paddle laying on top. His wide eyes moved to Sophie, and she smiled wickedly at him.

"See Candi," she laughed, "good girls get to cum. I bet you wish you were a good girl, instead of a dirty sissy whore, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," he said, frowning. "Please let me be a good girl now..."

"But you make such a good whore," Jenny said, catching her breath. "Especially with cum on your face."

Sophie sat up and released Jenny's arms, kissing the lithe blond softly. "Do your lips still taste like me bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, "they do."

"Would you like to taste Jenny?" she asked with a playful grin. "She's yummy..."

"Yes please!" Fisher answered excitedly, then cursed himself for being too eager.

"Good," Sophie said as she slipped Jenny off her lap, and directed her onto the bed. "You can suck your Mistress' cock when I'm done fucking her, you pathetic bimbo."

Jenny laughed when Fisher's head bowed and he whimpered his reply. 

"You get no pleasure slut," Jenny said, "Just humiliation. And your cock loves it. Look at yourself, all decorated, poking out of your panties, so excited to be dominated..."

"Yes, Domme Jennifer," Fisher admitted reluctantly. And it was true, his erection had twitched when Sophie had demanded he suck her cock. 

"Put those things on the dresser," Sophie said, rubbing Jenny's upturned ass, "and come kneel by me, maid, now."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher said, scurrying over to the dresser. 

"And bring the remote," Jenny added, laughing as he failed to control a whimper.

Jenny grasped Fisher's cock when he gave her the remote, pulling him roughly to the edge of the bed. She squeezed him, extracting a thick drop of pre-cum, and smeared it across his forehead. She smacked his face when Fisher failed to thank her, laughing as he knelt next to Sophie, moaning loudly as she turned the vibrating plug to full power.

"Mmmm," moaned Sophie, stroking her strap-on, "looks like somebody enjoys watching me fuck other women. Is that true bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," Fisher said obediently.

"Liar," corrected Sophie immediately. "You wish you were in her spot, getting your pussy pounded like the filthy fucking sissy you are."

"Yes Mistress," he said again.

"Say it bitch!" Jenny commanded him.

"I wish I was getting my pussy pounded like a filthy fucking sissy Mistress." Fisher wished his cock would stop pounding every time she degraded him, but it wouldn't. In fact it was getting worse. He whimpered as he felt another pulse from deep within him, and another following quickly after, false orgasms torturing him repeatedly.

"Be careful what you wish for..." Jenny said under her breath.

"Cup those big beautiful fake tits of yours Candi," Sophie said, as she pulled Jenny's hips backward until her feet were off the foot of the bed. "And think about all the cocks that are going to be in that lubed pussy of yours tomorrow night."

Sophie slipped inside Jenny slowly, enjoying the shuddering of her body, then turned to Fisher saying, "One after another, I'm going to let them use your sissy pussy and your mouth, I'm going to let them jerk off on your face, those tits you're so proud of and your ass. I'll get so wet, humiliating you, and seeing you drenched in cum."

"Mistress, please don't," Fisher groaned, "please don't make me..."

Sophie began fucking Jenny in long, slow strokes, still teasing him. "I won't be making you silly, you'll be begging me to let you... won't you?"

"Y..y..yes Mistress," he stammered, pinching his rubber nipples in agonizing pleasure.

Meanwhile, Jenny began to push back into Sophie, "Ignore that faggot Sophie," she pleaded, "and fuck me hard. Please, I want to cum on your cock again."

"Not until sissy maid begs me..." Sophie said, smiling down at Fisher.

"You heard your Mistress," Jenny spat, "beg her to fuck me."

"Please Mis...tress," Fisher said, twitching again, "Please fuck, fuck Domme Jennifer."

Sophie gripped Jenny by the waist and thrust inside her hard and deep, making the smaller girl gasp aloud.

"Ohhhh Fuuuuuhhhk..." Jenny groaned. "Again sissy... tell her I want it harder... and faster... deep inside..."

"Mis...tress, please fuck Domme Jennifer hard...harder," Fisher was leaking like a faucet again, barely able to stay upright, his head swimming. 

"You want. Her. To. Cum." Sophie said, pumping Jenny's pussy so hard their skin slapped together. "So you can taste her. Taste her on my cock."

"OHHHHH FUUUUHHHHHK!" Jenny screamed, her fingers clawing the bed.

""Please Misssstresssss..." Fisher begged. "Make her c...c...cum on your c... c... cock, so I can taste her."

"You little... slut..." Sophie teased, "you'll do anything for cock in your mouth..."

"Yes Misssstressss, please show me how to be a good cock slut..."

Jenny screamed into the thick comforter, panting as she came, her pussy quivering on the rubber cock, the combination of Fisher begging and Sophie's relentless fucking driving her mad. And then Sophie didn't stop. Over and over, her body was thrust into the bed, driving her toward another reckless orgasm. Her legs collapsed outward, exhausted, and she let the waves wash over her, carrying her higher and higher, cumming breathlessly.

"Chriiiiiiiist," she moaned, "Sophieeeeeee..."

"I'm not done with you yet," Sophie said as she dragged Jenny's limp legs off the bed, her heels hitting the floor with a thud. She waited until Jenny had her feet underneath her and shifted her backward until only Jenny's hands were on the bed. 

Jenny looked back over her shoulder, tossed her blond mane to the side, looked at Fisher but spoke to Sophie, "and I so don't want you to be, fuck me hard and deep, like this little slut is going to get fucked..."

Fisher looked at her and groaned, still cupping his fake breasts firmly. 

"You like that, do you bitch?" Sophie asked with a grin. "Get over here..."

She grasped Fisher's hair in her fist and dragged him across the rug as he struggled to crawl on his knees until his left cheek was pressed to Jenny's hip. She held her strap-on in her other hand and she brushed Jenny's glistening lips with the tip of her rubber cock, spreading her pussy open ever so slightly, grinning as Jenny shuddered.

"Please baby," Jenny whined, "don't fucking tease me..."

Sophie stepped forward, burying the strap-on deep, her hips hitting Jenny's ass with an audible slap. Jenny groaned loudly and Sophie withdrew, then slammed into her once more. 

"Fuck yesssssss," Jenny moaned.

"Mmmm," Sophie purred, lifting Fisher's head to look into his eyes, "can't wait to hear you moan like that bitch."

Fisher's body trembled, and he mewled in response, words failing him.

"That's a good start whore," Sophie said, and then began pounding her hips into Jenny with long, intense strokes. She watched as her cock disappeared over and over again into her tight pussy, and she smiled down at her quaking sissy as he struggled to keep his grasp on reality. 

Jenny looked back over her shoulder, mouth wide, as she was ravaged, feeling the orgasms ripple through her pussy. Her eyes moved from Sophie to Fisher and back as she gave in and screamed in ecstasy. 

"Oh, my fucking, god," Jenny groaned as Sophie's hips slowed to long luxurious strokes. "You're amazing."

"Thank you baby," Sophie said, and blew her a kiss, "I like how you sound when you cum, over and over, and over again..."

Sophie then pulled all the way out of her dripping pussy, twisting her hips slightly.

"Say ahh, sissy whore," she commanded Fisher, her fist still grasping his hair.

Fisher complied obediently and he was rewarded with a mouthful of rubber cock slick with Jenny's cum. He moaned in spite of himself as the soft head hit the roof of his mouth, and then choked, as Sophie pressed further.

"Naughty, naughty Candi," Sophie scolded as she withdrew. "That just won't do tomorrow night. Lets try again."

Again she plunged into Jenny, slow and easy, and again withdrawing slowly. She laughed as Fisher opened his mouth without being told.

"So eager," Sophie said with a grin, guiding the cock between his open lips, until he choked again, "but still not good enough."

"Don't you like the way I taste Candi?" Jenny spat.

"I... I.. do Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered breathlessly, "I'm sorry..."

"You ARE a sorry little cocksucker," Sophie said as she jammed her strap-on back in his mouth. "Fucking take it slut!"

Fisher choked again, gagging as she held his head impaled there. He moved his hands to push off her thighs and she smacked him hard across the face. Tears welled in his eyes as he gasped for air and before he could recover the cock was back in his mouth. He whimpered and moaned as his Mistress began to face fuck him, then yelped on the cock when a sharp pain ricocheted off his ass.




Girl's Night Pt. 04



Jenny stood behind him with her red handled riding crop, grinning as she watched him get owned by Sophie. "Moan on that cock Candi!" she commanded, whipping him again.

Fisher had no trouble obeying as the pain seared on his abused flesh. 

"Now suck it whore," Sophie said, holding still as spit dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Again he obeyed, mimicking what she had done to him hundreds of times. He gasped and groaned as the whip fell in regular intervals, his cock leaking as his plug continued to hum in his ass. He was barely aware of the whipping stopping until Jenny and her phone came into his blurred peripheral vision.

"Now, that is more like it Candi," she teased. "Lick it and tell me how much you love sucking cock."

Fisher licked the cock from balls to tip, his cock pulsing, and spoke softly. "I'm Mistresses good little sissy whore, and I love sucking cock."

"You wish this was a real cock, don't you faggot?" Jenny asked.

"Yes Domme Jennifer," he answered, continuing to kiss and lick the rubber head. "I wish this was real cock.

"Tell us why Candi," Sophie demanded, grasping the base of her strap-on and slapping him heavily across the cheek. 

"I wish it was a real cock because I'm a dirty cum slut, Mistress," Fisher groaned.

"Good girl," Sophie cooed, rubbing the slippery cock over his face, "I think she deserves a reward, don't you baby?"

"Oh, she definitely does," Jenny said, keeping the phone trained on Fisher.

"Maybe a preview of what tomorrow will be like for her?" Sophie asked, forcing her cock down his throat again, laughing as he gagged.

"I like the sound of that," Jenny said, "How about you faggot? Do you like the sound of that?"

Sophie rocked his head back and forth on her cock and he gave his muffled response.

"Yeah," Sophie answered for him, "little sissy maid wants to get fucked."

Fisher let out a sigh of relief, his ache soon to be over, and he finally relaxed, taking Sophie deep without being forced. He sucked and withdrew, rolling his tongue along the thick veins and ridges, letting it fall from his lips with an audible pop. 

"Yes please, Mistress," he said, his high-pitched voice no longer sounding foreign, "please fuck me."

"So hot Candi," Jenny said, and put the phone down, "you're a sissy porn star."

"I want to watch you suck my cock some more before you get fucked," Sophie answered, "I want you to do it nice and slow, show me how much you love it."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher responded, and bent his head forward again.

"No Candi," Sophie corrected, "on the bed."

Fisher watched as she turned away from him and slipped onto their bed, sitting far back so her shoulders were resting on the headboard. 

"Crawl to me like the little bitch you are," she said, grasping the thick phallus in her hand.

"Yes Mistress," he answered and crawled onto the foot of the bed, until he was inches from the tip of her strap-on.

"Clean your cock off sissy," Sophie said, "and rub it on mine. Keep doing it, until my cock is nice and sticky."

Fisher did as commanded, rubbing his cock, then hers, humiliating himself once more by giving her a handjob with his own cum. She urged him on, rubbing her breasts, and telling him what a good slut he was.

"Keep going slut," Sophie said, "you're going to get fucked so hard, just like you want."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher said, "thank you Mistress." 

"She isn't the one you should be thanking," Jenny said, kneeling on the bed next to him.

Fisher looked to his right and gasped with fright. Dangling from a harness around Jenny's hips was thick, dark chocolate hued, dildo, glistening with lube. He opened his mouth to protest, but as he did Jenny grabbed his hair and stuffed his mouth full of her rubber cock.

"You dumb whore," Sophie laughed, "you actually thought I would let you cum tonight?"

Fisher choked back an indecipherable reply as Jenny suffocated him, tears already welling in his eyes as his jaw strained. 

"She did!" Jenny exclaimed, "what a stupid little faggot."

"I know," Sophie agreed, "so pathetic."

Jenny jerked his head back and a thick line of spit hung from his mouth to her cock. She paused only for a second before smacking him across the face with it and then forcing his gaping mouth onto his Mistress's cum soaked cock. She pushed him down until he choked and then brought him up roughly, again stuffing her own cock in his mouth. She repeated the process several more times until his resistance was completely gone and he stayed put with Sophie's cock deep in his throat.

Fisher had no fight left as his throat opened around Sophie's cock. He felt the bed shift, and could just make out Jenny's shape leave his side through his blurred vision. He groaned on her cock as the plug was pulled from him, then again as he felt the first push of the massive dildo on his ass. The lube did its job and with no fight left, his ass stretched with ease. He groaned with every thrust as Jenny went deeper and deeper with each. When she grasped his hips and began thrusting rhythmically he was powerless to control himself.

"Oh yeah," Jenny whispered, as he began to push back into her, "little bitch likes the way I fuck her, don't you?"

Sophie lifted his mouth off her cock so he could reply "yes, yes, yes Domme Jennifer, I like the way you fuck me."

"You love being our bitch," Sophie asked, "don't you Candi?"

"Yes Mistress, I love being your bitch."

"Lick my cock and tell me again," Sophie commanded. 

Fisher rolled his tongue hungrily over the tip of her cock and took her deep, bathing her cock with his saliva. "I love being your bitch Mistress..."

Jenny increased her pace gradually, twisting his panties in her fingers. "Beg me to spank you sissy..."

"Please Domme Jennifer," he moaned in his new voice, "spank my ass while you fuck me. I'm a dirty cocksucker and I deserve to be punished."

"Such a good girl," Sophie cooed, "suck my cock and repeat it every time your Domme spanks you."

Fisher felt her hand come down and he stiffened, his ass clutching the dildo inside him, forcing a guttural moan from his throat. He took his Mistress in his mouth and withdrew.

"I'm a dirty cocksucker, and I deserve to be punished," Fisher panted.

Jenny laughed and fucked him harder, smacking him twice in row, "Yeah, you are you fucking bitch, say it louder!"

Fisher opened his mouth and Sophie forced her cock down his throat, beginning to slowly face fuck him again, raising her hips off the bed in perfect sync to Jenny. 

"Say it bitch!" Sophie screamed at him.

Fisher mouthed the words, slobbering on the cock as he yelled at the top of his lungs between his moans. And he became keenly aware of a familiar pressure building in his testicles as his prostate was massaged and stimulated. His ribbon adorned cock began slapping against his stomach, rock hard and wet with leaking cum, and he was moaning like a whore.

"I'm so turned on right now Candi," Sophie whispered, "you're like a pornstar! Going to feel so good when I cum after this..."

"Mmmm, me too" Jenny agreed, thrusting deep and hard into his ass, "can't wait to cum with your Mistress..."

Fisher let out one last piercing moan, and collapsed forward, his body exhausted as another false orgasm ripped through him and brought him to the edge of consciousness. He lay there as Jenny continued to grind into him, his spanking over, but his body still hers to use. He barely felt Sophie move from under him, and make her way to Jenny.

Sophie unbuckled her harness, and moved behind Jenny as she continued to ravage their sissy, kissing her back and shoulders, and running her hands up her lithe torso. She moved in unison with her, gradually slowing the blonde's pace until her long slow strokes were making Fisher writhe on the bed while he murmured softly. 

"I think she's had enough baby," Sophie whispered to Jenny as she bit her ear playfully.

"Have you?" queried Jenny with a grin.

"Of course not," Sophie responded, and turned Jenny's face toward hers, kissing her deeply. "I want some alone time with you..."

"I like the sound of that..."

"On your feet, maid," Sophie commanded, pulling Jenny off the bed. 

Fisher rose slowly, his limbs heavy, his mind cloudy. 

"Clean up the bedroom, maid," Sophie instructed. "Wash the toys in the sink downstairs. When you are finished come to the bathroom and strip, but do not remove your ribbons."

"Yes Mistress," he said softly.

"Good girl," Sophie said with a smile, then turned to Jenny. "Hot shower?"

"MmHmm." Jenny said, embracing Sophie warmly. 

Sophie led Jenny to the master bath, looking back at Fisher with another smile as she closed the door. "I love you Candi, can't wait until tomorrow."



Girl's Night Pt. 05



This is a continuation of an earlier story. It contains themes of feminization, humiliation and other fetishes that don not appeal to all. If you are a fan of these, please read on and leave comments as to how to improve the story. Hope you enjoy it. ~ DB

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Fisher awoke gradually, blinking at the morning sun as it peeked through the tiny slit of the curtains hanging the bedroom. He was alone in the bed which wasn't a surprise as Sophie was usually an early riser, but he usually stirred when she woke. Images from last night flooded his waking brain and surprisingly, his hard cock ached more than his ass. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling, adjusting Jenny's tight red panties so he could have at least some comfort from the ill-fitting fabric. It was his last humiliation of the night, being forced to wear them to bed as both women lay naked next to each other. He rubbed his eyes and nearly poked one out, forgetting about the long acrylics that had been put there yesterday. He swore softly, the sound startling him as it sounded even more high-pitched this morning. He told himself it was all in his head as he swung his legs over the side and tapped his phone. 8:12, and a text from Sophie about an hour old. His fingers trembled as he punched his code.

"Good morning Candi, come downstairs when you wake up. You looked so adorable this morning I didn't want to wake you!"

Fisher toyed with the idea of going to the bathroom first, but decided against it. No need to start what was going to be an interesting day on a bad note. He rose and for the first time he felt the dull ache of Jenny's deep ravaging of his ass. He replayed it quickly in his mind, how she had taken him so easily, made him like it, and fucked him to semi-consciousness. He caught himself stroking himself through her panties, and shook his head, frowning at his weakness for this kind of submission. He took a deep breath and headed down the stairs. 

He heard voices from the living room and turned the corner to find Sophie lounging in on the couch, reading Rolling Stone and watching a documentary about Peru of all things. 

"Good morning," he squeaked softly. It wasn't all in his head, his voice was even higher!

"Good morning baby," Sophie answered, smiling broadly. "Sleep well?" Sophie let her eyes drift down to his tight panties, smirking as his cock twitched under her gaze.

"Ok, I guess..." Fisher answered, eliciting a soft chuckle from Sophie. "Where, where is Jenny?"

"Your voice sounds even better this morning," she giggled, ignoring his question, "like a real bimbo. But let's try to remember your manners."

"Sorry Mistress," he said, snapping back into subservience quickly.

"Turn around Candi," Sophie demanded, making a circle with her finger. "I want to have a look at that hot little ass of yours."

Fisher did as he was told, his face reddening rapidly. 

"Wow," Sophie said happily, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she took in his pale, round ass wrapped in the contrasting dark red thong, "that salve rally worked, barely a mark, and your ass was so owned last night. How do you feel Candi?"

"Fine Mistress," Fisher answered, not turning around. "Thank you."

"And your pussy, bitch?" Sophie teased. "Can you still feel Jenny inside you?"

"Yes Mistress," Fisher reluctantly admitted.

"Look at me baby," Sophie instructed, "tell me how that makes you feel."

Fisher knew what she wanted to hear. "I feel like a sissy slut Mistress."

"That's right, MY sissy slut," Sophie said, her face softening as she smiled broadly. She rose from the couch and crossed the distance between them, taking Fisher's hands in hers, kissing him warmly. "Last night was so incredible, and today is going to be even more fun... Go to the bathroom, and then have a seat at the table. I'll get you some breakfast and we can talk about our plans for the day."

Fisher smiled and nodded, walking quickly to the downstairs half bath. He still had remnants of his eyeliner and mascara, but thankfully Sophie had allowed him to remove the rest of the make-up last night. He brushed his teeth, marveling at how his lips seemed to have grown overnight, and now looked plumper than yesterday. He turned in the mirror and indeed, no marks, no redness, no indication of the beating he had taken last night. But flashbacks kept hitting him like hammers, each one making him throb. Fisher shook his head and made his way back to the kitchen and sat in front of the plate Sophie had made for him, suddenly realizing how hungry he was.

"Go ahead and eat Candi," Sophie said, "but pay close attention. We have a lot to do today, and no time for any misbehavior."

Fisher started eating, wanting to complain that the dish of kiwi, strawberries, blackberries and cottage cheese would never fill him up, but thinking better of it as the prospect of being put over Sophie's knee was not a nice thought this early in the morning.

"First," Sophie said, "let me tell you that the response to your videos from last night has been overwhelmingly good. Heather gave you four stars, Victoria said she always thought your ass was perfect for spanking, and more, and Cat, well, I had to stop Cat from forwarding it to certain casting directors that always seem to hound her."

"I'm a hit," Fisher said, his words full of self-deprication.

"You stop," Sophie said, slapping his arm playfully while she chuckled. "But needless to say, the girls can't wait to see us tonight, and of course, introduce you to their dates."

Fisher choked on his breakfast.

"I told you this would be a girls night sweetie, and the smallest VIP lounge at Wonderland is for twelve," Sophie said, "but don't worry, the nine of us should be fairly comfortable, and so should any 'guests' who happen by."

"Guests?!" Fisher exclaimed.

"Yes silly," Sophie said, "it's a club, a lot of people are going to be interested in meeting you I'm guessing. And how else are they going to pay your Mistress the money to use your mouth or your ass if we don't have room for them to sit with you?" 

Fisher looked at her fearfully.

"Silly girl," Sophie chided. "you thought I was only playing... but like I said we have a lot to do before we meet them, and you'll need to take the top off your Jeep. I want to show you off today, and don't worry I'll drive. You won't be able to manage in your heels."

Fisher's appetite was slowly dwindling. "Where, where are we driving!?" Fisher asked.

"To the mall of course." Sophie answered. "Remember, I said we could get you a brand new outfit? Plus I thought we could try on a bunch of other things."

"Please stop," Fisher said, his voice barely audible.

"And of course I will have to take pictures for everyone."

"Please don't... Mistress..."

"And luckily you seem to be really photogenic when you're all dressed up."

"Mistress," Fisher said, his voice shaking, "what if somebody recognizes me?"

"Oh honey," Sophie said, taking his hand, "I don't think there will be ANY chance of that happening today, trust me."

"I do trust you," Fisher said, "but enough people already know. And who knows how many people they told..."

"Baby," Sophie interrupted, "do you how wet I was because of you last night?"

"No Mistress," Fisher answered, taken aback by the sudden change of subject.

"So slippery Jenny probably could have easily fist fucked me," Sophie said, grinning as Fisher groaned softly, his mind obviously playing a scene in his head. "And do you know why Candi?"

"No Mistress," Fisher answered for the second time.

"Because I liked seeing you get humiliated, and then fucked by Jenny," Sophie said, then added, "Every time you moaned on my cock, and your giant fake tits bounced I got a little wetter."

"Mistress..." Fisher whimpered, his cock aching.

"Knowing how aroused you'll be today, out in public, dressed up, leaking in whatever panties I make you wear, mmmmmmm Candi, I could cum right now."

"I could remedy that...," Fisher said hopefully, looking deep into her eyes.

"And I'll probably let you," Sophie said, taking Fisher's hand in hers, "but first I need to make sure my little slut understands... Do you understand love?"

"Yes, I understand Mistress," Fisher answered.

"Tell me," Sophie instructed.

"You love and care about me Mistress," Fisher said, "You know better than me what I want. What I need. You know how turned on I am by denial, humiliation and feminization and it turns you on to have power over me."

"Good girl," Sophie said, "I want you knees, and I want to see how hard you are."

Fisher knelt, looking at the ground as Sophie murmured her approval. Moments later she crouched in front of him, her hand softly caressing the outline of his straining cock through his tight red panties. 

"You love being my bitch," Sophie whispered. "You love being my whore, and 

you love dressing up like a trashy little slut and I love feeling how hard your cock gets you dirty bitch..."

Fisher nodded, Sophie's fingers driving him mad. Her fingernails dragged across the fabric, teasing him as they traced the contours of his trapped manhood. She stroked his shaft up to his head and back down until she softly cupped his swollen testicles.

"You love getting spanked, and fucked, and used," Sophie said, kissing his neck.

Fisher's mind was teetering on the edge of madness. He couldn't form words, he could only whimper softly and tremble at her lightest of touches. 

"Deny any of it, Candi," Sophie said, "and I'll stop...or...tell your Mistress you want this and have all of your sissy submissive fantasies come true."

"Oohhhhh... gohhhhd..." was all Fisher could manage.

"I don't think you can take much more, Candi," Sophie teased. She slipped her fingers along the waistband of the panties and let his erection spring free and trailed her sculpted fingernails along the underside of his bouncing cock.

"You should tell me to stop..." Sophie whispered in his ear, her breath warm and seductive as her lips brushed the skin beneath his ear.

"I... I... I..." he stammered, so close to cumming.

"Say it whore," Sophie said, "tell me what I already know..." She tucked his panties under his testicles, forcing them up and under his cock, and them pulled them tight up his hips. "Don't deny what you really are..."

"I've always wanted to be your sissy sub Mistress," Fisher groaned.

"What else Candi?" Sophie pressed.

"I want to be humiliated in public, I've wanted it for a long, long time. And I want to be teased by our friends and their dates. I want to be fucked and used. I want to be a cock-sucking cum dumpster slut."

"Now don't you feel better slut?" Sophie asked as she stood.

"Yes Mistress," Fisher said his voice trembling, his words echoing what he secretly fantasized about for years. His breathing was ragged, the weight of his admission making his eyes again drop to the floor.

"Time to make me feel better," Sophie said softly and tilted his head upward. "make me cum you hot little sissy."

Fisher's chest heaved as Sophie peeled off her t-shirt and let her yoga shorts fall down her legs. He stared at her as she moved closer, the scent of her sex immediately filling his nostrils. It was the perfect torture, his cock twitching as his tongue slid between her moist lips, his mouth instantly sticky and sweet with her. He drove his tongue upward, darting inside her as she trembled, moaning as he tasted her.

"Fuck... yessssss...," Sophie sighed as she ground her pussy into his mouth, "..."

Fisher tried to ignore the urge to touch his exposed erection and focused on the soft lips in front of him. Again he slipped his tongue inside Sophie and made strong figure eights around her clit when he withdrew. Over and over he licked her, moaning on her delicious pussy as his cock bounced above his tight red panties, teasing him to oblivion. He twitched and bucked beneath his Mistress, his body not in his control, Sophie's fist in his hair keeping him pressed to her. He swallowed her cum as she tensed, her thighs rippling, her body arching as she struggled to retain her balance. 

Sophie melted into Fisher's mouth, her orgasm slowly building since she had seen him this morning. She replayed the scene of him last night, on all fours, getting raped by Jenny while sucking her strap-on. The hottest thing she had ever seen. His tongue was magic as always on her clit, knowing what she wanted, teasing her, letting it take shape. She felt the waves roll through her and she exploded into his mouth, her eyes slamming shut as she moaned in ecstasy. 

"Don't you fucking stop," she urged him, "don't you dare. fucking. stop."

Fisher reached up and grasped Sophie's waist, trying desperately to maintain his composure, whimpering loudly on her soft folds as her sticky sweetness dripped off his lips and down his chin.

"Listen to yourself whore," Sophie moaned from above him, "you love being used. So fucking hard, but won't cum without permission, and in your Domme's panties. Enjoy that pussy, Candi, because the next time you're in this position your mouth may be full of cock."

She twisted her wrist and Fisher's shrill wail echoed throughout the townhouse and reverberated through Sophie's body. Again Sophie came delightfully against her sub's mouth, and as she trembled she smiled down at Fisher and gave him a sly wink.

"Thank you Candi," Sophie said and pushed Fisher away, her face flushed. "Go outside and fix the jeep like I told you, then I want you to take a shower. You'll find a pair of my jeans and a tank in the dryer, and no complaining, or you'll be out there in one of my string bikinis and heels."

"Yes Mistress," Fisher responded, the thought of protest never entering his mind.

"But make sure you clean yourself up before you put clothes on," Sophie added, "Look at yourself, still morning and already dripping wet."

"I can't stop myself Sophie," Fisher said, "I..."

"Pathetic." Sophie said simply, smirking as she silenced him and strode naked out of the room. 

Fisher watched her go, her last word knifing through him as he knelt there. He stood, swiped his cum with his pinky, licked it clean and set about his tasks. He was utterly flustered and wholly submissive, no longer confused about who and what he was. An eerie calm floated over him, and as he walked down the hall to retrieve Sophie's instructed wardrobe he was not even aware of the feminine sway of his hips.



Girl's Night Pt. 06



This is a continuation of an earlier story. It contains themes of feminization, humiliation and other fetishes that don not appeal to all. If you are a fan of these, please read on and leave comments as to how to improve the story. Hope you enjoy it. ~ DB

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Fisher climbed up the stairs to the brownstone, Sophie's jeans creeping down his ass for what seemed like the hundredth time and the ill-fitting tank top no help as it stopped just above his belly button. There had been little traffic down the street, but the normal 10 minute task had taken much longer as he constantly had to adjust himself and his manicure kept getting in the way. He avoided eye contact with the early morning foot traffic, but definitely heard several lewd comments, one of which was a woman who had actually stopped and attempted to chat with him. And of course, that had made him aroused immediately, the tight denim becoming uncomfortably so as the bulge of his erection became clearly evident. 

He quietly shut the door behind him, trying to enter unnoticed, but it was no use. 

"Come on upstairs Candi" Sophie called down to him, "time to get showered and dressed!"

He swore to himself, she must have been keeping an eye on him from the front guest bedroom. He knew he would be grilled. He walked into the bedroom and stopped short. Sophie stood in the center of the room in a matching push-up bra and thong panty set, subtly colored ivory satin and lace. 

"Oh my!" Sophie exclaimed as he stared. "Those jeans are very tight, aren't they?"

"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, feeling his face go hot. "I'm not a size 4."

"But I'll bet you liked showing off your cute little outfit," she teased. "Didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress..."

"It was a rhetorical question Candi," Sophie interrupted. "I know you do. But what I don't know is what the people on the street said to you. Especially the red-head from down the block who was walking her dog."

Fisher swore in his head again, he had hoped nobody lived near-by. He cleared his throat and answered, his high-pitched voice shaking slightly. 

"She called me," he said, "a cute little fairy when she said good morning."

"But she was talking to you for a while," Sophie said, "that's not all she said, was it?"

"No Sophie," he answered, his cheeks flushed, "she told me she heard me getting proper fucked last night. And that she had no idea I was a secret sissy and a queer."

"And since you're hard telling me," Sophie said, wagging a finger at his crotch, "I can only imagine what happened outside." Sophie laughed as Fisher pouted, more embarrassed by the second. "And the best part, the best fucking part my little bitch, is that I'll bet you didn't correct her, did you?"

"No Mistress," Fisher answered softly. 

"Did the same thing happen when the guys commented?" Sophie prodded. "You know they were staring as you were bent over, don't you, you little tease?"

"It didn't happen then Mistress," Fisher answered, then added meekly, "but I could feel them staring."

"Well, you'd better get used to it," Sophie said, "because if you think men were staring this morning, wait until they see you later. Off to the shower with you now, and make sure you use my body wash and shampoo, not yours."

"Yes Mistress," he answered and made his way passed her to the master bath.

"But strip for me first," Sophie said. "In front of the mirror. I want to get a good look at your hot body."

Fisher stopped in his tracks, his cock throbbing. He turned to the oversized floor length mirror against the wall and peeled off Sophie's jeans and tank top, revealing the quarter size stain on the front of Jenny's panties.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty little slut," Sophie said. "Jenny won't be happy you did that in her panties. I suggest you clean that up."

Fisher took the panties off, folded the offending spot around the tips of his fingers and proceeded to lick the panties clean while the Sophie watched. 

"Now clean off your cock too, cumslut." 

Fisher swept his pinky over the tip of his cock and slurped off the pre-cum, acquiescing to her every whim. 

"NOW, you can shower, Candi." Sophie said.

Sophie laughed as he slunk through door to bathroom, shaking her head slowly. If only he knew how much the ache for him burned inside her as well. But she couldn't tell him how difficult it was to keep her hands off him, or her mouth. Seeing his perfect cock so hard, and for such an erotic reason. But she wanted him crazed, and out of his mind with lust for as long as she could. He was already so flustered, she knew he could barely fight back now, part of her wondered if he even wanted to. She knew she should probably keep an eye on him, but the break would do them both some good. Trusting him like this only made him show more submissiveness to her, and if he failed, well, there were much crueler ways to deal with him. 

Sophie set out her outfit as she thought about him; a laurel green, scoopneck tank top, a distressed khaki mini skirt and a pair of Jimmy Choo tan leather espadrille wedge sandals. Satisfied with how it looked laid out on the bed she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

"Think we are going to turn some heads today?" Sophie asked herself with a smile.

******

Fisher dried off as Sophie watched him in the mirror. His mind had wandered while he showered, torturing him. He wondered how they had looked like last night, standing together where he stood now, and his hair trigger of arousal responded quickly. Then onto what he had witnessed between them last night and what they had done to him. He had jumped when Sophie entered, the scented soap nearly flying from his hand. Now as he stood there under her watchful eye, his excitement turned to dread and back to subservience as she smiled warmly at him.

"Ready to get dressed Candi?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," he answered.

"Good girl," she said, then continued, "but from now on and until we leave the mall, you can call me Sophie, ok?"

"Ok," Fisher answered happily, "Thank you Sophie."

"Good," she said, kissing him gently on the mouth, "lets have some fun."

Fisher didn't know if he would categorize what was about to happen as fun, but when she took his hand and led him back into the bedroom, his fear faded away. 

"I have some surprises for you, sexy." Sophie said eagerly. "But don't worry, they are all good surprises, I promise."

Fisher stood silently, wondering what was coming next.

"You look scared," Sophie said standing in front of him. "Are you scared, my sissy slut?"

"Yes Sophie," he admitted, "very scared."

"Don't be," she said, placing a hand to his face and pulling him to her, "we are just girlfriends now, girlfriends with extremely good benefits."

Fisher moaned as she kissed him deeply, his eyes closing as her tongue owned his, twisting and massaging, daring him to resist. 

"Feel better?" she asked as she broke the kiss, her thigh brushing his growing erection

"Yes," he lied, "Thank you Sophie." 

"Good," she said, "now open the big box on the bed for surprise number one."

Fisher saw the large white box on the bed, surrounded by several shopping bags. He walked towards it, folded up the flaps and immediately gasped. There inside the box were the most immense pair of breast forms he had ever seen. 

He looked to Sophie and she smiled.

"You've been upgraded, Candi," she said, "you're an F cup now. And these have been specially made to match your skin tone, you'll finally be able to show off the way you want to..."

"Thank you Sophie," Fisher said, embarrassed as his body trembled, aching to touch them. "I... I... love them."

"I knew you would baby," Sophie said, "but unfortunately, most stores only sell up to a DD bra, so you'll be spilling out for everyone to see. Being the tramp that you are, I'll bet you won't mind one little bit, will you?"

"No Sophie," Fisher admitted, "I won't mind at all."

"Then you're going to love the outfit I picked for you to wear today!" Sophie exclaimed. "But first we should give you your falsies..."

Fisher nodded and followed Sophie as she took the box over to the floor length mirror. He stood with his hands clasped behind his ass and slid his shoulders back, presenting his chest. She measured him quickly with a tape and marked his chest in four spots, two at the top swell of his tightly sculpted pectorals, and two more at the bottom. He breathed in sharply as she sprayed him with adhesive, then sighed as the forms were pressed to him and adjusted. He strained to see his reflection in the mirror but was blocked as Sophie stood silently in front of him. He could feel himself throbbing again as her reflection tortured him and his new breasts began to adhere to his muscles. His thoughts were interrupted seconds later by Sophie's voice in his ears.

"Arms down Candi," she instructed.

Fisher complied and she slipped a zip front sports bra up his arms and over his shoulders. He felt his skin pull and then Sophie pulled each end of the open bra closed. The spandex stretched to its breaking point, Sophie stuffed the bra and slowly worked the zipper closed until he was firmly encased, leaving him with one enormous pink lump on his chest.

"There," Sophie said, "that should hold them in place until the glue completely sets. And in the meantime, you can see what you're wearing today."

Fisher picked the tell-tale Victoria's Secret bag first, and out spilled a padded lace bra in dark fuchsia and a matching pair of mini cheekster panties. Next came an even smaller bag with hoop earrings and what looked like large diamond cut in half. He looked at it quizzically and then made eye contact with Sophie.

"Body jewelry," she said. "For right below your belly button. Women and men are going to be dragging their eyes all over your body Candi."

Sophie laughed as his face turned red again.

The next bag was from Abercrombie. Fisher swallowed hard as he pulled out a pair of distressed denim short shorts that had barely any inseam. Out of the forever21 bag came a pink plaid button down shirt. He knew then what she planned to do to him. And his heart fluttered as Sophie flipped open the shoebox on the bed, revealing a pair of white, 5 1/2" criss-cross ankle strap sandals with 1 1/2" platform.

"So what do you think Candi?" Sophie asked. "How closely will you resemble one of those models who dress up like country whores?"

"Too well," Fisher responded, his eyes darting from one item to the next, never figuring that he'd be the one dressed like this. 

"But something is missing," Sophie said thoughtfully, "don't you think?"

Fisher looked at her, the wry smile of hers making it easy to figure out she had something up her sleeve.

"Should I get it now?" Sophie asked her.

"Please," Fisher begged, his excitement peaking.

"Don't move," Sophie said, quickly exiting the room. 

"I spared no expense for you, slut," she called from her walk in closet, "you better appreciate this."

Fisher nearly fainted when Sophie came back carrying a foam mannequin head, a butterscotch blond wig sitting on top. It had long and perfectly layered locks, every silky strand glimmering in the mid morning sun. 

"Custom made just for you, Candi," Sophie gleamed. "Real human hair, not like that shit we used to use that made you look ridiculous. I'm sorry, but its true."

"Thank you Sophie," Fisher said, stunned at how close it resembled his own hair color. 

"You're quite welcome baby," Sophie said, walking over to him. "I want my little slut to look so fucking irresistible, and when I see how hard you are, and how much you love being humiliated and dominated, it makes it all worth it."

"I love you Sophie," Fisher whispered, "thank you..."

"And I love you, my little sissy bitch." Sophie kissed him deeply, pressing her body into his, feeling his firm cock press against her belly. She moaned in his mouth and he shivered, his cock jumping against her. 

"However," she said as she broke the kiss, "you can't get dressed like that. Luckily Jenny gave me something that will help."

Jenny walked towards her vanity, grabbing a tiny spray bottle in her hand. 

"This," she said, holding up the bottle, "is a numbing agent they use at the clinic. Stronger than Lidocaine, you'll remain fully functional, and feeling should return in about an hour or so. I'm hoping it wears off at a most inopportune time of course."

Fisher inhaled sharply through his teeth as the spray hit his erection; icy needles penetrating his arousal and dismissing it immediately. He watched as she sprayed and the mist was quickly absorbed into his skin, making him wilt almost instantly. His cock disappeared from view under his mammoth breasts. 

"Much better," Sophie said, surveying his now limp penis. "and you look cute emasculated. Like a true tranny whore."

"Sophie...," Fisher whimpered.

"Take that bra off now," she instructed, ignoring his embarassment, "I want to get the full effect."

Fisher reached up with trembling fingers and slowly unzipped the constricting piece of clothing. Twin globes of flesh colored silicone fell free, and the Sophie gasped.

"Fucking perfect!" Sophie said, clasping her hands in front of her joyfully, staring intently from one breast to the other.. "Worth. Every. Penny."

Fisher held his breath as Sophie fawned over him, his balls aching as his cock refused to respond. Sophie cupped one breast then the other, dragged her fingers across Fisher's new chest and pushed his breasts together. He could swear he could feel her fingers, bit it was impossible, wasn't it?

"No seams," Sophie said, letting his breasts fall, "only if you look very closely. And look at the way they hang, they are going to bounce when you walk, and sag when you bend over. Just like real breasts..." 

Sophie pinched the fake nipples, then began slapping one then the other, giggling maliciously as they swayed back and forth. Fisher bit his lip and groaned as she toyed with him, fingers digging into his palms as he held the sports bra open. His hips bucked involuntarily as Sophie took a nipple in each hand, pinched and lifted his breasts. Her laughter echoed in his ears as she easily lifted him onto his toes, the glue making them a part of him 

"Already a slave to your big floppy tits, Candi" Sophie joked, "I'm sure at least one guy will want to fuck them, don't you think?"

"Of course Sophie," he uttered breathlessly without thinking. He cringed as he heard what he sounded like.

"Enough of that, you dirty little slut" Sophie said with a mock scolding tone, "time to get dressed. First things first, take that bra off while I grab one more thing I got for you."

Fisher complied, wondering what more she could possibly have to torture him with.

"I picked this up especially for you," she said holding up a small pink bottle for him to see. "How could I not?"

Fisher read the bottle; Prada Candy Eau de Parfum. Oh, no. He stiffened as he felt the wet knob slowly drift across one side of his neck, then the other. She tossed the bottle again and dragged it between his breasts, then along the lines of both obliques down to the base of his penis. One more shake and his wrists were scented as well. His head spun as the unmistakably feminine fragrance dragged him deeper into submission.

Sophie took Fisher's hand and led him to the bed, quickly snapping the tags off his bra and panties. She handed them to him then directed him to stand in front of the mirror. He peeked at himself once there, and indeed, it did look as if his breasts were real. He moved to touch them but before he could Sophie was behind him and pushed his hand down slowly.

"There will be plenty of time to fondle yourself when I tell you to, slut." Sophie teased, eliciting a nervous laugh from Fisher.

"Sorry Sophie," Fisher said, his face flushed.

"Do I need to put you over my knee one more time?" she asked, cupping his ass in her hand, squeezing her nails into his flesh. 

Fisher winced, because while on the surface his ass looked pristine, underneath, the muscles were still sore.

"Please no, Sophie," he whimpered.

"Good," she said with a smile, "because I can't wait to see how your ass looks in your new panties."

Fisher cursed his genetics. His legs were long and toned, but his ass, toned as well, could not be described as anything but a bubble butt. It was like it was made to wear panties. Something Sophie had reiterated the last time they had played this game, albeit not to this level.

Fisher obediently lifted one foot then the other as Sophie slipped them on him from behind. She wrapped them up over hips pulling them snug and then smoothed them out over his ass, adjusting them this way and that until she was satisfied. She turned him left then right, looking at him in the mirror as his heart rate rapidly increased. 

"Spread your legs," she told him, and tugged the front of his panties down. 

Fisher inhaled sharply as she took his limp penis between her thumb and forefinger and pushed his genitals back through his thighs, splitting his scrotum with his wilted member. She let the panties go with a snap and placed her palm against the flat front, murmuring her approval. She took the bra from his hand with a flourish and made a circle in the air with her finger.

"Spin for me Candi," Sophie demanded.

He did as he was told, hating and loving the way he felt in panties.

"Very nice," Sophie said as he faced her again. "makes me want to fuck that ass right now, over and over again."

"Thank you Sophie," Fisher muttered.

Sophie took his wrists in her hands and slipped the straps of the matching bra up his arms, tucked the underwire under his breasts and slipped around behind him, pulling them up over his shoulders. Sophie smiled as she clasped the 36D bra at his spine and he sighed contentedly. Or at least that's the way his altered voice made him sound. 

Fisher's jaw hung open as he gazed at the mountain of cleavage his chest had become when the bra slipped closed. The too small cups clung to the outside of each breast for dear life, pushing them up and out, barely covering the large fake nipples. He watched in awe as Sophie turned him sideways and adjusted the shoulders allowing a little more natural (natural?!) droop. He was beginning to look like all those selfies on instagram, and he didn't want it to stop. 

"You're a sissy bimbo bombshell, Candi" Sophie said, making minor adjustments here and there. "Say it in your sexiest voice..."

"I'm a sissy bimbo bombshell," he repeated, knowing it wasn't a lie.

"Yumm, I like the way that sounds," she said, "now put on your shorts, sissy."

Fisher reached down and opened the mini shorts, stepping into them gingerly. He bit his bottom lip as they tightened around his thighs and then stuck at his hips. He glanced at Sophie as he struggled, pleading silently for help. 

"Wiggle your ass and pull, silly girl," she teased. "You're a slut, they're supposed to be tight, right?"

He apologized, but he wasn't sure why.

Sophie giggled as he shimmied into the shorts. "That's better, make those big fake tits bounce, you floozy. Oh my god, quite the show! Fucking priceless Candi," she exclaimed, derisively shaking her head "you look like such a bimbo, I bet if you spoke your mind, you'd be speechless..."

Fisher blushed profusely as Sophie laughed anew, but finally he managed to pull the ill-fitting shorts to his waist. And to further add to his humiliation he had to look at himself in the mirror as he buttoned them because when he looked down all he could see was two heaving breasts. To his surprise the waist fit perfectly, but when he turned, his ass was stretching the denim to it's breaking point, and it was barely covered.

"You look hot baby," Sophie said, "now put your shirt on and stop admiring yourself."




Girl's Night Pt. 06



Fisher reached for the shirt and smiled at her, his heart pounding as she gave him a little wink and he turned back around. He slipped the thin cotton shirt on and was immediately troubled; he couldn't button it even if he wanted to. Not only were his manicured fingers uncooperative, but also the shirt barely fit over his chest.

"Silly girl," Sophie said as she pushed his hands away. "It doesn't get buttoned up there. I didn't get you these big fake tits so you could hide them..."

"Sorry," Fisher said, for what seemed like the hundredth time since he woke.

"Just let me do it," Sophie said smiling up at him, "but pay attention, because you will have to dress yourself when you're trying things on today."

Fisher swallowed hard as the revelation hit him. He watched as Sophie buttoned the top most button on his throat, and then the two buttons directly under the swell of his chest. She gathered the rest of the shirt, twisted it around her fingers then tied it in a neat little knot at the base of his cleavage. He looked at himself in the mirror as she rolled the sleeves to his elbows, his bra peeking out ever so slightly as the shirt struggled to contain him, and the long expanse of his flat stomach disappeared into his short shorts. She popped open the top button, the shirt opened fully, and he inhaled sharply.

"Like what you see," Sophie teased, "don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes Sophie," Fisher answered, his eyes moving over his new body.

"Come sit Candi," Sophie said from behind him, gesturing to the seat in front of the vanity. "A few finishing touches and we can head out."

Fisher walked slowly over to the vanity, trembling as he saw her gaze sweep up and down his feminine shape.

"Such a sexy bitch," Sophie said when he came close to her. "Going to be difficult keeping my hands off you in public."

"Maybe you shouldn't," Fisher answered, "I like it when you touch me."

"True," Sophie said thoughtfully, "I probably won't."

And with that, a flurry of activity began. Fisher sat as Sophie applied foundation, blush, mascara and eyeliner. He pouted and blotted his as she painted his lips heavily with pink lip color and then added a sheen of clear gloss. Then finally the wig was secured to his head, the thick waves falling at least six inches below his collar bone. Sophie was right, he was completely unrecognizable. 

"And now for some accessories," Sophie said as she draped a long silver chain in front of Fisher's face.

He swallowed hard as the word came into focus. There in over sized script was "Candi" adorned with tiny cubic zirconium. He stared as his left wrist was adorned with a half dozen bracelets and then even more on his right wrist. Silver hoops were then clipped to his ears. She stood him up, and then the diamond was stuck below his belly button. He was dizzy which made him completely compliant, if he wasn't already, so as he sat on the edge of the bed, a broad smile spred across Sophie's face as she put his 5 ½" heels, he could barely make out the words she was saying. 

A soft kiss brought him out of his daze.

"A little overwhelmed baby?" Sophie asked, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yes," he answered meekly, "I think so."

"Good," she said, "the weaker your mind is, the more you will succumb to your subconscious desires. And the more obedient you are, the more I will reward you when I get to be your Mistress again."

Fisher nodded, defeated and complacent.

"I took the liberty of packing a bag for you Candi," Sophie said, taking him by the hand and pulling him to his feet. He fell in step behind her as she led him downstairs, walking with a distinct sway in his hips, everything feeling familiar but foreign at the same time.

"Hold it in the crook of your elbow," she instructed, "like so..."

She raised his wrist to just below his shoulder, the bracelets falling as she bent his hand forward.

"Inside you'll find a wallet filled with $5,000 cash, a makeup kit and your cellphone. I got you a new case, and changed your text tone, its at max volume and you will not change it until tomorrow. Understand?"

"I understand Sophie," he replied.

"Good girl," Sophie said, kissing him softly on the cheek. "You look super fucking hot by the way.'

"Thank you Sophie," he said smiling in spite of himself.

"So, very, fuckable," Sophie sighed, "I don't know how I'm going to make it through the day."

"I don't think you'll have to," Fisher whispered back, "don't worry, changing rooms have locks.

"I'll try to remember that." She said kissing him again, letting her hands slip over every part of his newly clothed body. "Grab a glass of water and wait for me out back."

Sophie bit her bottom lip and moaned deeply as she turned, leaving Fisher standing in the hall as she retreated upstairs to get dressed. Fisher followed with his eyes, too shocked to move much. He blinked as he went outside, the late morning sun making him feel aware of how little clothing he was wearing, the warm summer wind caressing his exposed skin and lifting the hair of the wig away from his forehead as he stood on the small deck overlooking the back yard. He was keenly mindful of his posture, the ill-fitting bra forcing him to stay upright, and if his steps became too long his shorts rode up past the curve of his ass, exposing the bottom of his smooth buttocks. He sat, thinking, his knees pressed together, too nervous to try to cross his legs, even in the relative seclusion of his back yard. What would he do out in public? What would he do tonight? Could he even handle it? He wanted to, so badly, he couldn't help himself, and Sophie knew it. He shook his head and smiled, looking at his body, so foreign, but gradually, as he caressed his curves and his smooth skin, becoming acquainted with curvaceous package that was Candi, his trepidation waned, he relaxed, sitting deeper into the patio chair, crossed his legs daintily and waited for Sophie to get herself ready.



Girl's Night Pt. 07



This a continuation from an earlier story. It contains fetish themes of forced feminization, public humiliation and other erotic themes that may not be to everyone's taste. If you enjoy these, please read on and leave comments as to how you'd like the story to evolve or what you like. Enjoy. - DB

*****

Fisher slid across the passenger seat of his Jeep, maneuvering the seatbelt between his breasts. 

"Say cheese!" Sophie said, taking a picture with one outstretched hand. Fisher smiled in spite of how humiliated he was, and then gasped as he watched the instagram app open on her phone. 

"Hashtag sissy," Sophie remarked as she posted the picture and then started the engine. "Hashtag mistress, hashtag cocksucking slut, hashtag domme," 

Fisher slunk bank in his seat as the Wrangler maneuvered out into traffic.

"Don't worry Candi," Sophie said, punching the keypad on her phone, coasting to stop at the end of their street. "only 30% of my 600 or so followers are guys. And sit up straight, sexy. I want everybody to get a good look at you."

Fisher sat up straight, his corrected posture thrusting his fake breasts forward obscenely. And now, as they traveled the city streets, every bump and pothole on the road jiggled his massive globes, threatening to pop them out of his ill-fitting bra. He stared straight ahead when they came to a stoplight, but the looks from the men crossing the street did not go unnoticed.

"Who do you think they were looking at baby?" Sophie asked him, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Oh," Fisher said with a forced smile, "definitely looking at the trashy whore in the passenger seat."

"I think you're right," Sophie answered, winking at Fisher, "She does look easy."

"You're quite a hit. How cute, you're blushing again. Should I let these guys know we're going to the mall Candi?"

"Please don't Sophie," Fisher said quickly, "I've been a good girl, haven't I?"

"You have," Sophie said, "I think we'll just let them follow you along for the day on your adventures via @candiglamxoxo. You already have 23 followers."

"What?!" Fisher exclaimed. "What did you do!?"

"I made you a new account and I tagged you in my picture, and then they got to peruse the pictures from last night." Sophie explained. "And guess what, Catherine and Veronica are already big fans..."

"Ohhh, gohhhd," Fisher whimpered, "how did they..."

"I told them silly," Sophie answered, "I was your first follower. I've been very busy this morning while you were catching some beauty sleep. I synced it your phone too, so now you'll be able to post every little outfit you try on today. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes," Fisher answered reluctantly, "it sounds like a lot of fun Sophie."

"Glad to hear you say that," Sophie said, "because the first store we stop into you're going to be trending world wide when you tag your picture 'outfit of the day'."

Fisher felt his face go flush, and when the light changed he had never been so glad to see a green light in his life. His relief quickly faded as he realized the route Sophie took led them to Central Boulevard, a heavily traveled, and slow moving 4-lane street, that, given the time of day would be packed with shoppers and cars. His massive chest rose and fell as he tried to calm himself, but a horrific sound from inside the pocketbook beside him, shook him to his core.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!"

"You'd better answer your phone Candi," Sophie said, turning in her seat, "could be important..."

Fisher pried open the pocketbook and saw the sparkly pink case that now held his iPhone. Hi picked it up, the glittery monstrosity shimmering in the sunlight and there on the screen a text notification from "Domme Jennifer". He swiped it with one manicured finger, and swallowed slowly as he read. 

Saw your sexy pic! You should take a selfie like the girl in the picture. 

Of course, Fisher thought, a fucking duck-face, how appropriate. He looked down as his phone swooshed.

Don't forget to post it when you're done, already got 20 likes on my repost!

He cringed as the jeep slowed to a stop and sure enough the light up ahead was red. Fisher pressed the button to flip the camera, raised the obnoxious phone, pouted his lips and snapped the picture. He sent it to Jenny as a middle-aged man and woman pulled up beside them in a newer model BMW. Fisher made eye contact and the man smiled immediately, eyes quickly dropping to his chest. Fisher turned away quickly, waves of nausea washing over him.

"What's wrong Candi?" Sophie asked, seeing the horrified look on his face. 

"The guy," Fisher said, "they guy next to us, in the Beamer, he, he smiled at me and checked me out."

"Silly girl," Sophie said, turning to look at him, "he probably thinks you're cute."

"I'm not cute!" Fisher said defiantly.

"You're right," Sophie answered. "You're sexy. Now turn and smile back or your selfie will be on your instagram, not Candi's."

"Sophie... please..." he begged.

"And add a cute little bimbo wave," Sophie added. "Light just turned green, better hurry."

Fisher turned and flashed his best fake smile, wagging his fingers at him, taken aback as the man's smile grew even broader. The jeep pulled away and Fisher watched as the woman in the car slapped the man's arm when the car behind them honked.

"Oh my Candi," Sophie exclaimed, "already causing a distraction! Nice picture, slut" Sophie said approvingly, "you're a natural bimbo, letting your bra peek out like that, love it."

Fisher looked down and indeed, his shirt had opened even more, the scalloped lace along the bra cups clearly visible. He wished he could adjust himself, but he dared not, who knew what kind of humiliation that kind of behavior would merit. 

Sophie turned to look at him, her eyes droping to his chest as well, then back up to his face. "Good girl, a true slut doesn't care how much skin she shows."

Fisher smiled at this off-handed praise, even if that wasn't the reason. It would have been so easy to hate her, he half wished he could, but she was beautiful and she knew just how to keep him on edge. And he couldn't stop thinking about the kiss she had planted on him this morning. He stared out to the boutiques as they slipped by, slowly relaxing and beginning to ignore the turned heads and glances, some furtive, some blatant. He continued to hope they for were the other woman in the vehicle, but in his heart he knew better.

"You're awfully quiet over there Candi," Sophie said, "what's on your ditzy little mind?"

"Hoping all the guys looking are looking at you and not me."

"You know that's not true," Sophie laughed. "most of them are probably wondering what it would be like to fuck your face and cum all over your big fake tits. Not to mention, you do have those big pouty lips now, perfect cock-sucking lips."

"Yes," Fisher agreed, "I know."

"Know what?" Sophie asked, "that guys know you're a whore whose face needs to get fucked or, that you have cock-sucking lips?"

"Both, I guess."

"You won't be guessing after tonight," Sophie said. "It'll be a documented fact. But, its already becoming a popular opinion on instagram, and twitter."

Fisher trembled as the Coliseum Mall loomed in front of them, thinking of the hundreds of thousand of people, millions even, who could see his picture under that tag. Thankfully he wouldn't have to hear the comments or see the looks. Sophie really meant to see how deep his thirst for humiliation went. 

Sophie had enjoyed watching Fisher's reactions to all that was being done to him. Weeks of planning this had really paid off, and she couldn't believe the good fortune of meeting Jenny, evil little minx that she was. An innocent conversation had led to so much. She eased the Jeep into an empty spot in the parking garage and readied herself for what was about to come next for her sissy. She wondered how weak he would be by the time they left, and she wondered if his weakness would spell out complacency tonight at the club. She smiled up at him, took his hand and led him toward the entrance, ready to expose him in so many amusing ways, ready to tease him unmercifully and so ready to make him beg her not to stop. 

******

Fisher clutched Sophie's hand desperately as she breezed them through the automatic doors to the sprawling shopping center. The brightness and the bustle of the afternoon shopping crowd greeted him, as did smartly dressed women, scantily clad girls and what felt like a million eyes on him. It suddenly occurred to him that in addition to his wardrobe, the fact that what appeared to be two women holding hands would only increase the attention he garnered. However, the only thing that was keeping him sane was the comfort of knowing she was next to him. 

"Where should we stop first?" Sophie asked, perusing the directory. "It's a walk over to Bloomingdale's, I can have a nice stroll with my little slut, show her off a bit and let her get a few things once she gets comfortable."

"Sounds perfect," Fisher said, "except for one thing."

"What's that?' Sophie asked, a quizzical look on her face. 

"I don't know if I'm ever going to be comfortable," Fisher answered.

"You will be," Sophie said, "Think how you're going to make me proud as you prance through the mall in your fuck-me shoes, tits bouncing in your bra, your cock trapped in your pretty panties..."

"Please Sophie," Fisher replied softly, "not so loud... people will hear you..."

"You shush, you know you love it you little slut," Sophie said, giving his hand a squeeze. "No I want you to go on ahead, it'll give me a chance to see how good your ass really looks in those short shorts."

Fisher looked at her, jaw dropping. Walking alone? No, he couldn't.

"Oh my," Sophie said, "you're blushing again. Now get going, slut." She slipped her hand from Fisher's and slapped him sharply on his ass, laughing as he squeaked and stumbled forward awkwardly.

Fisher looked around to see many faces looking in his direction at the sudden outburst. He grinned sheepishly as he heard Sophie's soft giggles behind him, and then fell into step as he was told, bag in the crook of his elbow, heels clicking leisurely on the tiled floor. His chest bounced with every step, and he felt the feminine sway of his hips become more and more pronounced as his strides became rhythmic. He came to the main promenade and turned to his left, the foot traffic here much more congested than the entrance hall. Immediately self-conscious as a group of college girls in sorority shirts gave him the once over and rolled their eyes, he cringed as he heard Sophie call out to him.

"You're such a ditz today Candi," she said, loudly enough for the girls to hear, "Bloomingdale's is the other way. We just looked at the map. Sometimes I wonder if you have silicone in your tits, and your brains."

"Fake plastic bimbo," one of the girls said, and the entire group laughed.

Sophie smiled as Fisher walked passed, every humiliation he suffered from people other than her only adding to the fun. She stared at his ass, the denim stretched taut over his round muscles, licking her lips at the thought of peeling them off his hips and fucking him in one of the dressing rooms, his ass tight as the jeans kept him from spreading his legs. She loved the idea of him desperately trying to keep quiet, while she ravaged and tormented him. Maybe she would just make him change with the door open while she watched, either way, he would be frustrated and she would enjoy herself. 

Fisher was turning redder by the second, knowing full well he was being recorded. He tried to concentrate on his task, but it was proving difficult, as he was reluctant to point out something feminine to try on. He took a deep breath and stopped in front of the window display of Beach Bunny swimwear, and pointed up at the nautical themed mannequins. 

"Can we stop in here please Sophie?" he asked demurely.

"Sure Candi," Sophie remarked, her mind working quickly, "they have really nice bikini's to show off your new curves."

"I know," he admitted hesitantly, "Can I try some on?"

"Of course Candi," Sophie said, kissing his cheek, "I can't wait to see how hot your tight little body will look."

"I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!"

Fisher jumped as the ring tone seemed to echo throughout the spacious hallway and people walking by turned to look at him, a mix of humor and ridicule on their faces. He looked up at Sophie as he saw a message from her, her evil grin knowing the message was going to be another humiliation. He opened it up and saw the video still of him walking. He quickly saved it to his phone and opened his @candiglamxoxo account. Oh fuck, he swore to himself, 11 comments. He ignored the notification and posted the video, tagging it #sexystrut as instructed in Sophie's message.

But Sophie wasn't done with him. She had seen the notifications on his phone. "Why don't you read me the comments while we browse Candi? And put some bimbo on it."

Sophie laughed as Fisher's jaw went slack and he looked back and forth between her and his phone. 

"C'mon baby," Sophie pleaded softly, "relax and have fun. I am."

"Ok..." Fisher acquiesced. "I'll try..."

"Good girl," Sophie said, "nice and loud now."

"MrMargin says 'Hey beautiful, can I get a follow?', StylinProfylin says 'love to slip between those pillows #flbp'" Fisher paused. "Whats 'flbp'?"

"Future lower back problems," Sophie said, covering her mouth as she laughed loudly. "A popular gallery on The Chive. I'll have to keep an eye out for you, you little cyber slut...keep reading."

Fisher shook his head in disbelief, "kittycatherine says 'cant wait to see how your fake tits stack up to my real ones tonight', localceleb1927 says 'want to see more', trucktrack and zerozerozero both say 'beautiful', and whatmakesvictic says 'hope you're not having a 'hard' time being a sexy bitch today. See you tonight #pornstar'."

He paused suddenly, looking at female mannequin adorned with a string bikini. 

"You always loved that look," Sophie said, scanning the tiny suit on the display.

"Do you think I can pull it off?" Fisher asked.

"With that body?" Sophie said. "Of course. Maybe something in a lighter color."

"I'd like that," Fisher said, feeling a hint of a twinge between his legs.

"Me too," Sophie said. "What do the rest of the messages say?"

Fisher paused and looked at his phone. "'Nice', 'hot', 'sexy' twice."

"All from guys?"

"I guess so," Fisher said. "Judging from the screen names."

"Amazing, Passing with flying colors." Sophie said, "imagine how you'll do tonight in a dimly lit club baby."

"I can't even think about that right now Sophie," Fisher said, "I'm too busy trying to shop."

"Oh my god," Sophie said, "was that actually an attempt at a joke?"

"Yeah," Fisher said, "I guess I'm relaxing a bit."

"Wonder how 'relaxing' it'll be when your naughty little cock starts stirring in your tight shorts?" Sophie whispered, cupping his ass forcefully in full view of those around them.

Fisher heard a male voice say 'dammmn!" and he quickly scurried to his left to elude her grasp.

"Not fair Sophie," he said quickly, a small grin on his face. "Can we please just try something on?"

"Take these," Sophie said, handing him a few different tops and bottoms she had gathered, "I'll be back in a minute."

Fisher took the swimsuits to the back, trying to ignore the quizzical look from the sales girl, and let out a deep breath as the full length door closed behind him. He turned toward the mirrored wall, garish phone in hand, turned his back to the mirror and twisted his hips so both his ass and his breasts were accentuated. He smiled and looked into the lens, snapping the picture like Sophie wanted. He could feel himself blushing as he posted to instagram, but he moved past it, his shorts tight against him, no mistaking that the numbing spray was beginning to wear off. He hashtagged it, ignored the follow requests and the likes, and raised his eyes to the mirror, managing an uneasy smile as he surveyed the sight of himself.

He started by untying the knot in his shirt then unbuttoning it, unconsciously holding his breath as he tried to use just his fingertips, his long nails making him look dainty and yet humorously awkward. Hanging the tiny shirt on a provided hook, he took a moment to himself to touch the bra stretched across his massive breasts. He traced his fingers over the contours, until he gasped when his hips twitched involuntarily.

"Everything ok in there?" a familiar voice asked. 

Fisher opened the door a crack, red faced, his breath sharp and ragged. "Sophie, I... I think I need help, I can't do this myself."

"Ok baby," she replied sweetly, "I'd be happy to help you. But I'm going to take lots of pictures... those breasts deserve to be photographed..."

"Sophie... I..."

"Just smile and say 'thank you'," Sophie said as she slipped inside with him. "I promise you won't be sorry..."

"Thank you Sophie," Fisher said, the ache between his thighs growing more urgent by the second. 

"Of course baby," Sophie said, "soon you'll realize how beautiful you are, and then you can let all your cares fade away, but give it time, we're just getting started..."

Fisher nodded, trying unsuccessfully to stop trembling as Sophie's fingers deftly unclasped his bra, and his breasts fell free, tugging ever so slightly on his skin and swaying with almost natural movement. He sighed again when she kissed the back of his shoulder and spun him to face her, her hand covering the expanse of denim between his thighs, pressing his trapped erection to his body.

"Mmmmmmmm," she whispered, "somebody is excited to be here, aren't they?"

A shrill whimpered yes was all he could manage.

"I bet you never thought you would be in a ladies dressing room, trying on bikinis for me, did you sissy slut?" He hand squeezed and released Fisher as she spoke, each word making his body and face contort perfectly until he was leaning against the wall, his fingers flat against the pale yellow paint to keep him from collapsing. 

Fisher looked down at Sophie fearfully, knowing what her hand was bringing him closer to, the reality of it terrifying him to his core, but he couldn't bring himself to ask her to stop. If she wanted to humiliate him here by making him cum, he was sure he deserved it, and he was doubly sure that he would enjoy the punishment for it. 

She pulled away abruptly, smiling a truly malicious smile as he panted in agony. "So which one should we try on first?"

Fisher didn't know if the choice really was his but he whispered 'pink please' as her eyes burned into his.

"How did I know you'd pick that one?" she teased, pulling a hot pink polka dot push up top from the pile of swimsuits. "Is it because all sissy sluts love pink?"

"Must... must be Sophie," Fisher said, peeling himself off the wall, his legs feeling like jelly atop his 6 inch heels. He let her fit the top over him, straightening immediately when she fastened the swan clip at his spine and adjusted the straps. He swallowed hard as she turned him toward the mirror by his waist, keeping her hands there as he saw his reflection in the tight fitting top. His breasts protruded obscenely from the cups, the strappy center exposing his deep cleavage and massive orbs of flesh. He winced as Sophie slipped her hands from him and retrieved her phone from where she left it on the bench.

"Strike a pose and smile, Candi," she instructed, grinning mischievously as she captured both him and his reflection in the shot. "That's perfect... straight out of a Katie Perry song, daisy dukes and bikini on top... Next!"




Girl's Night Pt. 07



Fisher posed again, then frowned when she laughed at him. "Silly girl," she said, "I meant next top, but I'm glad you like posing so much, it gives me a fun idea."

"Like... like what?" Fisher asked without thinking. 

"We have Kat teach you how to pose for real," she said, picking another pink suit from the bunch, "after all, she is a professional. And we get a real photographer. Won't that be fun?"

"Sophie, I..."

"Maybe not for you, not at first," she interrupted, "but definitely for Kat and me, and then for everyone, especially if you get as turned on as you are right now." She punctuated the end of her sentence with a lingering grope of his crotch from behind, and then slapping him softly on his firm ass. "Try to take your top off, I want to watch you."

Fisher twisted his arms around behind him, fingers searching for the edge of the clip. To his surprise, the band slid under his elongated fingernails and the clip drifted between his thumb and forefinger. He smiled as it came loose, then came the tell-tale sound of Sophie's camera on her iPhone. She turned the viewfinder toward him and he couldn't believe he was actually looking at a picture of himself, long blond hair cascading over his bare back, a wide expanse of his breasts exposed as the suit drifted apart. If he had seen a picture like that online he would have definitely paused. He shook his head slowly, trying to break out of his trance.

"You didn't believe me," Sophie said softly, looking at his perplexed face, "did you?"

"No Sophie," Fisher answered self-consciously, "I guess... I guess I didn't."

"I think you'll really like the next one." Sophie slipped the triangle top around his ribcage, tying it loosely, then slipped the other two up to his neck. "Hold your hair for me baby while I adjust you."

Fisher took his long hair in his hands, holding it in a soft pony, watching as Sophie fit the smaller top around his chest, the knot at the base of his neck pulling his breasts up and in, creating a dark shadow of cleavage. He stood still as Sophie backed away, each piece of new clothing making it easier to accept that he was Candi.

"Well?" Sophie asked, snapping another picture.

"You were right," Fisher acquiesced, "its... perfect. I want it, can I get it Sophie, please?"

"Of course sweet thing," Sophie said, posting his picture, "but I want you to try on the rest too, ok?"

"Ok, yes Sophie," Fisher replied, his high pitched voice full of unbridled excitement.

"And we'll have to find bottoms too..."

Fisher nodded warily.

"Don't worry, silly," Sophie said, reading his body language perfectly. "They have to be tried on over your panties. And we can deal with your arousal in a more fun way when you wear your bikini for me in private..."

Fisher grinned at her as she winked at him, easily removing the top to be ready for the next one. He tried on a halter top that exposed an incredible amount of side boob that Sophie told him he would also be buying and several other tops, all of them revealing because of his curvaceous new body. He could not help but be a slut, no matter what he put on. 

"God, I'd love to parade you around the store in one of these suits Candi," Sophie said. "Show off my sexy girlfriend, make all the boys soooo jealous."

"I'll do it Sophie," Fisher replied. "I... I want to. I can't explain it, but... I really want to show off right now."

"You're adorable," Sophie said, taking his hands in hers and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you for telling me that, but... judging by how tight your shorts are right now, you'd be showing off a bit too much."

"I'm sorry." Fisher's head bowed, realizing he couldn't control his urges even if he had tried. He had given himself to his fetish, and to Sophie. Had part of him died in the dressing room just now, or had a new part of him materialized?

Sophie had his answer, and she gave it to him as she opened up his tight jeans shorts and shimmied them down to his knees, letting them fall to his ankles. "Don't be sorry baby, if it didn't do this to you, we wouldn't be doing it. Remember, this is just me, Sophie, not your Mistress, not yet anyway."

She smiled at him as he raised his head, leaning forward to kiss her. "Thank you Sophie."

"You're welcome baby," she said, kissing him softly, flicking her tongue between his parted lips, teasing him. "I think you forget I like your cock like this. I'm almost tempted to let it out, let you show me how hard you can really get, but..."

Sophie paused, her fingers toying with the waistband of his panties, listening to his ragged breathing above her.

"But..." she continued, "not yet... not until you've showed me that you've truly accepted that you're a sissy cocksucking slut."

She laughed as he withdrew, rejected once again. "Maybe there is still some of your Mistress with me," she said. 

"I don't mind," Fisher said, "I like her too."

"You wouldn't be the dirty little whore that I know you are if you didn't Candi," Sophie said. "Try on the mediums and the larges of each, send me pics, I'm going to browse."

Sophie flung open the door with a grin at him over her shoulder, leaving him standing there, topless, his shorts around his ankles. She paused, holding the door open, looking him up and down as he stood frozen with embarrassment, his massive chest rising and falling as he gasped, covering his crotch with his manicured hands, before she let the door swing closed. 

"20 minutes Candi," she called to him through the door. "One minute more and I'll have to go to Bloomingdale's by myself."

Fisher slumped to the bench once the door latched, his mind racing. His cock ached, longing for attention and his balls were swollen to epic proportions, twin reminders of how long he had been denied. He reached for the first bottom and twisted it in his fist, the realization hitting him that he had to either take off his shoes, or push his tiny shorts over them to get the bottoms on. He knew the 20 minutes would be a stretch either way. He unbuckled the shoes as quickly as he could, and slipped the shorts off and the bottoms on. He turned to the mirror and looked at his ass in the bottoms, then tucked his panties into them, trying to get the full effect. He hated that he liked the way he looked. Hated that again, he thought if he saw his ass in a magazine he would think he was hot. 

He quickly took a picture and sent it to Sophie.

"M or L?" was her reply.

He checked the tag. Sent her a quick reply. 

Her's was equally as swift. "Try on the medium. And good job tucking your panties in your ass, I'd swear you'd done this before. :D" 

He tried on the medium, the skimpy back barely covering any of his bulbous feminine ass. He immediately knew this would be the size he would be getting. He sent the selfie on it's way.

"OMG! Its perfect! You love your ass, don't you slut?"

Fisher simply typed yes, and searched for the medium of the string bikini bottom. Thankfully this picture was enough to satisfy Sophie and he got a reprieve from the large. He also noticed that with Sophie gone his erection had dissipated slightly. But a new problem arose, he could feel the tell tale stickiness of cum against the tip of his cock. If he left it there, surely it would show up on his shorts, but if he cleaned himself like he was supposed to, she would taste it on his lips. He thought briefly about searching his purse for something to wipe himself, but he knew if he got caught, it could be ten times worse. 

Fisher took a deep breath and pulled his panties aside, his thick and tortured cock falling free, a thin rope of pre-cum sliding from its head to his thigh. He squeezed the tip, biting on his lip to stifle a moan of pleasure and swept upward with his fingers, not surprised when his index and middle fingers came back with both fingertips covered. A voice in his head screamed at him, and try as he could to ignore it, he could not. He pouted his lips and gave in, spreading the cum across his top lip, then his bottom, not stopping until his glossy lips were completely covered and viscid. He licked them slowly and a shiver shot through his body that elicited a smile from the barely clothed reflection in the mirror. He watched as the reflection squeezed the dripping cock, again working pre-cum from the tip and the process was repeated, the smile even broader this time. He wondered what Sophie would think of this brazen behavior, but his time to think was cut short as he phone alerted him to an incoming text.

"Five minutes sissy. Hope you're behaving in there :P"

Fisher swore under his breath. He didn't know if what he was doing was behaving or not. No way he was going to make it. He hurriedly dressed, pulling his shorts back on, moaning in anguish when he had to wiggle them back over his hips and his unfettered breasts swung from side to side violently. He buckled the bra around his ribcage, fastening it in front then rotating it around, working it upward until it contained him. The shirt and shoes followed, both with maximum level of difficulty, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, straightening his hair and primping himself, he gave himself a sympathetic smile. He exited the dressing room, the shop busy, but no sign of Sophie. He swore to himself again and made his way to the check-out counter with his suits. He barely registered what the salesgirl was saying, managing a few soft "no thank you's " and "yes please's" before exiting back out to the mall scanning the wide hallway trying to catch a glimpse of Sophie. 

Sophie watched Fisher from across he promenade, his face flushed, breathing heavily with fear. She smiled at his hair swayed across his shoulders when he turned toward Bloomingdales and slipped around behind him as he began to sashay down the marble walkway, his hips swaying lusciously in his tight little shorts. She smiled as guy after guy gave him the once over, the early afternoon crowd dense and amorphic, sometimes shielding his body from view, but his heels kept his blond hair a full head above most, making him easy to track. She caught up to him quickly, cupping his ass from behind and laughing as he gasped.

"Gotcha!" she teased as the crowd flowed around them, laughing as he turned to face her his face completely devoid of color.

"Fucking hell Sophie" he began, trying to catch his breath as his heart pounded in his chest, "are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"Oh shush, you big sissy." 

Sophie winked as he recoiled, twisting her index finger into the waistband of his shorts and pulling him back toward her and leading to another storefront. Sophie looked briefly at the Banana Republic displays shaking her head, "Oh, too bad I doubt you'll find much in there for you. Maybe a cute stock boy to flirt with though."

"Not interested," Fisher said, "you know I'm a lesbian."

"Lesbians don't like to suck cock Candi," Sophie said, poking him in his ribs, "do I have to remind you again about what those lips are for?."

"Sophie, please stop" he said, his eyes scanning the faces of passerbys. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry baby," Sophie said, slipping her hand in his, "all your fantasies are perfectly fine with me, no matter how you want to be humiliated..."

Fisher groaned softly as she winked at him, his gaze falling to the few stores left before they entered Bloomingdales. "Should we stop in Express?"

"Sure Candi," Sophie said, "I think we will be able to find something classy in there that you'll be able to make look trashy. Think I spy a little animal print in there, every whore should have some animal print. And you are a whore, right?"

"Yes, Sophie," he answered as she smiled at him, "I'm a whore."

"Good girl, and this time you'll be stepping out of the dressing room."

And step out he did. Sophie picked out outfits for both of them, matching of course, dark colors for her and bright girly ones for him. First was a cute pink and yellow sundress that she made him wear without a bra; next a pair of white skinny jeans paired with a sequined teal top, and two pairs of stretch leggings, one in a black and white crocodile print and the other a light purple with bright purple and pink floral print. She took every opportunity to touch and remark about the curves of his body, in complete earshot of everyone in the store, forcing him to pose in the tri-fold mirror at the entrance to the fitting rooms. When they left, he was laden with both his bag and Sophie's so he was powerless to stop her when she took his chin in her hand and kissed him deeply.

She withdrew slowly, her head tilting to the side. "Something you want to tell me?"

"I... I had to clean myself off in the Beach Bunny dressing room," he said softly. "And then again here, but I... please don't be mad Sophie."

"I think I know," Sophie responded, "but I want you to tell me."

"This voice, it told me to spread it on my lips, told me to taste cum all day like a dirty little cocksucker."

Sophie took his hand again and kissed him again, urgently this time, letting her body fall into his. "So fucking hot! Baby, I will never be mad at you for letting go like that. In fact, I like the way you think, but next time I want to paint your lips for you." She led him to Bloomingdale's, proud of how quickly he was loosening up. She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him, mouthing "I love you" to him as he smiled back. They walked through the women's section, an array of club ready dresses spread out before them. 

"May I help you?" said an unfamiliar voice from behind them.

Both Fisher and Sophie turned, a buxom, middle-aged, and smartly dressed sales woman taking them in, her face betraying nothing.

"You definitely can," Sophie said, "my girlfriend needs dress for a night out with the girls. And you can see, her fashion sense, well it tends toward the provocative."

"I see that," the woman said. "Well, we can fix that, or enhance that. What kind of dress were you looking for?"

"I, um," Fisher stuttered, looking at Sophie, eyes pleading for help.

"Don't be shy, Candi," Sophie said, grinning broadly, "tell her what you want."

"Let me guess," the woman said, "first time shopping for a dress?"

Fisher felt Sophie squeeze his hand, and he answered softly, "Yes."

"She's wants to be noticed." Sophie said, "and she loves to show off her curves."

"Sophie!" Fisher gasped, wondering how far she was going to take this. 

"Relax honey," the sales woman said, "we've all got our secrets."

"Some dirtier than others." Sophie said quickly, smirking.

"True enough," the woman said with a chuckle, "why don't you both follow me, Candi, was it?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, immediately realizing how he reverted to complete submissiveness.

"Interesting," she said softly.

"Looks like we're in good hands here baby," Sophie said, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. "This is going to be fun, watching you squirm."

"You're not worried that she obviously knows?" Fisher asked.

"Nope," Sophie answered quickly, "In fact, I might ask her opinion on a few things."

"Sophie," Fisher whined. "please, don't."

"You love it, you dirty little sissy slut."

"So there can be only one explanation as to why you're only buying a dress for the first time now..." the woman said once she stopped between some racks of dresses. "...you're a t-girl, aren't you?"

"No ma'am." Fisher answered.

"Tell her what you are Candi," Sophie said softly.

"I'm a sissy slut ma'am," Fisher admitted. 

"Stop calling me ma'am," she said, "my name is Tiffany. But something tells me, with you being a sissy, you'd rather call me 'Miss Tiffany', am I right?"

"Yes, Miss Tiffany." Fisher answered, blushing profusely. 

"Sounds like your night out will be a first as well," the sales woman said, more telling Fisher than asking him. "Something flirty, something leather perhaps."

"I guess," was Fisher's meek reply.

"You guess?" Tiffany said, stepping to him, the indignation in her voice clear and serving to awaken the reality of what Fisher was at this moment. 

"I'd apologize Candi," Sophie said, "looks like Tiffany means business."

"I'm sorry ma'am," he said quickly, lowering his eyes, the hangers on the rack poking him as she stayed in his space. "yes please, a leather dress would be wonderful, thank you."

"Wow, honey," she said, lifting his head with her finger, "she got you good, didn't she?"

"Yes," Sophie answered for him, "I did."

"I see that," she said, looking Fisher up and down, "so when I tell her that if she calls me 'ma'am' again I'll take great pleasure in watching her get disciplined, she'll know exactly what I mean, won't you Candi?"

'Yes Miss Tiffany," Fisher answered, suddenly aware of another dull throbbing in his shorts, stronger than the ones he felt when trying on bikinis. 

"Good," she said and spun away from him. "What size is she?"

"She's a size 6," Sophie said, "though she tried to squeeze herself in my size 4 jeans this morning."

"Well, we have lots to choose from in that size, " Tiffany explained. "I think you'll like this one."

"Thank you," Fisher said with a smile as she hooked the French Connection faux leather dress around the fingers of his upturned hand. He sashayed after her as she motioned him to follow, obedient and eager, no mistaking the rush of arousal that was becoming more and more prevalent. 

"And something a little more conservative but still sexy," Tiffany said, "a nice curve hugging Velvet Lace Illusion bodycon Dress."

"Thank you Miss Tiffany," Fisher said again, his fingers beginning to ache. 

"You're quite welcome," she said, grinning, "now follow me, we're not done."

Fisher walked behind her meekly as she handed him a fit and flare rosebud brocade dress, a pink and orange floral lace dress, a white deep v, ruffle front dress, and a hot pink and lace v neck bandage dress.

"That should do for now," she said surveying him coolly. "Why don't you take yourself over to the dressing rooms back where we started, strip down to your bra and panties and I'll meet you over there in a second."

"Yes Miss Tiffany," Fisher responded.

Fisher sauntered towards the dressing room, fingers and feet aching, staring straight ahead, heels clicking off the polished floors of the walkway. He took a deep breath as he neared the entrance, a robust, silver haired woman with a nametag and an earpiece blocking his path. 

"Excuse me Miss," he said, voice shaking, "may I have a dressing room please?"

"You must be Candi," she said, giving him a once over, the look of disdain unmistakable. "Tiffany wants you to take the room at the end of the hall to the right, follow me."

She led him past a dozen or so small doors, and unlocked a large dark oak door at the end of the hall. Opening inward, he and Sophie were led into a large room, complete with a plush circular couch, two high back leather chairs and a raised pedestal at one end surrounded by floor to ceiling mirrors. 

"Very private," Sophie said, "thank you."

"You're welcome," the woman said, "we only allow this to be used under supervision of our associates, so I will keep you company until Tiffany arrives."

Sophie nodded, looking over Fisher's trembling form.

"In the meantime, you can hang up your clothes on the rack to your left, and make yourself comfortable."

Fisher smiled, but comfortable was the last thing he was feeling. Tiffany had told him to strip, but how could he now? Things were getting complicated. And the ache between his legs was constant now, adding to his uncertainty on how to proceed. He raised his eyes to Sophie, managing an uneasy smile. 

"Sophie, I.. I don't think she likes me very much...," he said, twirling his hair in his fingers.

Her jaw clenched, and Fisher braced himself, not knowing why he complained. 

"I love it," Sophie said with a chuckle, "but you should be taking your clothes off like Tiffany asked you."




Girl's Night Pt. 07



"I'll take it from here Simone," Tiffany said as she entered the room, "thank you."

"No problem," she answered, rolling her eyes at Fisher as she exited. 

"Well?" Sophie said harshly, "what are you waiting for? Bra and panties Candi. Now!"

Fisher unbuttoned his shorts as quickly as he could, his long nails thwarting him with every motion, but as he finally was able to peel them off his hips he realized his mistake again, they would not go over his heels. He blushed as Tiffany and Sophie laughed at him, his redness not receding as he finally stood before them in his bra and panties.

"No one should have to ask you to do things twice Candi," Sophie said, her biting tone knifing through Fisher. "Maybe I made a mistake by not being your Mistress while we are out today."

Sophie took him by the wrist and sat in one of the leather chairs, pulling him across her lap as she crossed her legs. She ran her hand over his rounded ass, letting her fingers glide over the scalloped lace edges of his panties. She raised her hand and waited, smiling as he braced, waiting for him to relax, patience her ally and his torture. Finally she let her hand crash down, not saying a word as she spanked him over and and over, never letting her hand land on the same piece of his flesh twice.

Fisher bit his bottom lip and whimpered as the assault on his ass commenced. He had never been spanked like this, just unceremoniously punished, no limit, no end agreed upon, just the sound of her slender hand smacking his ass sharp and quick. His phone went off but she did not stop, in fact her pace seemed to increase as the chorus repeated seconds later. Every smack made his fake breasts shake, and his hoop earrings bounced off his face in unison. The humiliation of it all was enormous but the pressure in his panties was even more demeaning. Then, without warning, she stood and spilled him onto the floor.

"Hopefully you learned your lesson Candi," Sophie said as she and Tiffany stood over him. "But I doubt it, judging from that pathetic bulge in your panties and the way you let your tits spill out of your bra like a complete whore who wants them to be played with."

"I... I..." Fisher was unable to form any thoughts, so taken aback by her treatment.

"Shut you pretty mouth," Sophie commanded, "the only words you say from now on are 'Yes, Miss Tiffany'. Got it?"

"Yes Miss Tiffany," Fisher answered softly.

"Not to me you bimbo," Sophie spat, "don't fucking embarrass me again." 

"Isn't a sub supposed to thank her dom for her punishment?" Tiffany asked, "I only ask because it does seem she forgot."

"Oh yes," Sophie confirmed, "in fact she has a very specific thing she has to say, don't you slut?"

"Thank you for spanking me Sophie, I am a naughty little sissy slut and deserved to be punished." Fisher said, his mantra echoing around the room until it was drowned out by the women's laughter.

"Good girl Candi," Sophie said, "but tell me, will the dresses fit correctly with her cock like that?"

"Not likely," Tiffany said. "Any recommendations?"

"Well, the spanking only made her harder," Sophie mused, "but there is always one way to make a male yield completely..."

"May I?." Tiffany asked.

Before Fisher could react Tiffany grabbed both of his knees from above, fingers digging into the his flesh, and launched her heavy 4inch heels into his crotch twice with rapid, pin-point accuracy. The air rushed from his lungs as he let out a high pithtecd choking sound. She held him there as he writhed in agony, chuckling as a thick fog of pain replaced all sexual thoughts. And then she stomped on him again.

Sophie watched with an amused grin as Fisher curled up in a ball, whimpering incomprehensibly.

"Let this be a lesson to you bitch," Sophie said, "Just because you're not calling me by my proper name I still fucking own you."

"Y... y... yes... Mis...Miss...Mistress." Fisher whimpered.

"Good girl," Sophie said, "do you need any more help controlling your cock?"

His answer surprised everyone in the room.

"Please," he pleaded, "please spray me again, I don't want to be hard any more. Please..."

"Finally ready to be a limp-dicked sissy?" Sophie teased.

"Yes Sophie."

"Say it whore," Sophie said.

"I want to be a limp-dicked sissy."

"On your knees then sissy," Sophie said, opening her purse.

Fisher rose shakily to his knees, breathless and defeated. He barely noticed when Sophie tugged the front his panties down, her finger wet with his precum seconds later. He pouted his lips and cringed, Tiffany's surprised laughter making his cock spring forward. Sophie ignored it and coated his abused cock with the spray. He was then tucked back between his legs yet again, his full and abused balls pressed to his body.

"That's better," Sophie said, surveying him like a predator observes it's prey. "Now we can get on with the show."

"Up on the stage Candi," Tiffany said, stepping passed him, "I got you a few accessories that you need to put on before you try on your dresses."

"Yes Miss Tiffany," Fisher repeated as he picked himself up off the floor. Just then his phone went off again, and Tiffany sighed.

"For the love of god answer that!" 

Fisher scurried over to his purse, his exposed breasts bouncing lewdly, and fished the phone from inside. The messages had been from Jenny, and now another. The first message was not a message at all but a picture of her in a white sports bra. He moaned softly and then read:

Had fun working out. Hope you like the pic. If you're lucky I'll model it for you in person.

And then the next:

Cute selfie on instagram Candi! You're a natural at being a bimbo. I can't wait to meet you for lunch!

"Who was it Candi?" Sophie asked, a wide smile on her face.

Fisher placed his phone back on the chair and slowly ascended the steps to the mirrored stage, Tiffany following closely behind. 

"Domme Jennifer," he said, "She can't wait to meet us for lunch?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention that?" Sophie winked at him, settling back into her chair.

"Arms out to your side Candi," Tiffany instructed.

Fisher watched as she wrapped a large satin swatch of fabric around his waist, fastening it tightly, tugging it up his ribcage and down to the curve of his ass.

"A nice super firm waist cincher for you," Tiffany teased, "but I doubt Dita Von Teese had you in mind when she designed this."

Fisher felt his heart leap as she turned him left and right showing him to Sophie. 

"It should disappear under all these dresses," Tiffany said, "and with the boning in it, it gives her an super feminine shape."

"Thank you Miss Tiffany," Fisher responded, his waist curved inward at least an inch from either side.

Fisher was dressed and undressed in front of them, Sophie taking pictures, teasing him, forcing him to pose like a model, telling him what the followers on his feed were going to think. Telling him what they were likely to want to do to him. When the ordeal was finally over Fisher walked out of Bloomingdales with two new dresses, the pink bandage dress, and the white deep v ruffle front dress which he had to admit looked great without his bra, exposing his breasts from almost any angle. He was happy to be done with Miss Tiffany, she brought out the worst in Sophie but in all not a bad day so far, until now, when Sophie got a text from Jenny, telling her that she was almost there, and couldn't wait for lunch.



Girl's Night Pt. 08



This a continuation from an earlier story. It contains fetish themes of forced feminization, public humiliation and other erotic themes that may not be to everyone's taste. If you enjoy these, please read on and leave comments as to how you'd like the story to evolve or what you like. Enjoy. - DB

*****

After a short walk to the restaurant level Sophie excused herself to use the ladies room, leaving Fisher on a bench answering follow requests as instructed when a shadow darkened his crossed legs. 

"Looks like you could use some company," said a husky male voice.

"I'm fine thank you," Fisher said quickly, his heart rate jumping rapidly, not daring to look up. 

"Damn right you are baby," said a second voice.

Now this got Fisher's attention. He looked up eyes flashing from one early 20-something meathead to the other. Both were dressed as you would think, tank-top, board shorts, overblown hair sprouting from their tanned faces and bodies rippling with likely steroid induced muscles. 

"Listen guys," Fisher said, mustering as much courage as he could, but sounding like more of a bimbo than ever.

"I think I could listen to you all day," the first one said as he pushed the bags aside and sat down beside Fisher. "I'm Chuck, and this is Justin. What's your name hot stuff?"

"Please, guys," Fisher pleaded, his view of the hallway blocked by the looming Justin. "I don't think I'm your type, ok?"

"Oh, you're just my type baby," Justin said, moving to sit on the other side of Fisher.

"Yeah," Chuck said, "why would you think you're not our type? I love long legs, big tits and blond hair. Bet your ass looks great too."

"I'm just not," Fisher whimpered, his composure slowly eroding.

"Wait," Justin said, "you a lez?"

"What?!" Fisher exclaimed. "No!"

And then his phone came alive in his hand. Both guys looked right at the screen and Sophie's new moniker left little doubt. "MISTRESS" in big bold letters right there at the top.

"Not lez, but you got a Mistress?" Chuck asked with a grin. "That makes you bi and twice as hot."

"I have to check this," Fisher said quickly, ignoring his insinuation. 

"Yeah, you check that," Chuck said, "and we can keep checkin' you."

"Made some new friends Candi? Lol"

"Where are you??? Please Hurry!"

"I'm watching you. Jenny's here 2. Keep them entertained until I tell you."

"Sophie!! How long???"

"Idk. I'm enjoying your humiliation. Why don't you talk about your movie? Or show them a clip?"

"Sophie, please, don't make me"

"Haha. Just tell them. Now stop texting. Don't be rude. xoxo"

Fisher lowered his phone as Chuck inched closer, one meaty thigh pressed against his.

"Movie star huh?" Chuck asked. 

"Amateur," Fisher answered, blushing profusely, "I... I did my first shoot last night."

"That's hot," Justin said, "so what's your name?"

"Candi Glam." Fisher answered without thinking.

"Cool." Justin said and immediately fished his phone from his pocket.

"So tell me again why I wouldn't be interested in a amateur porn star, Candi?" Chuck asked, placing his rough hand on Fisher's knee.

Fisher was frozen in place, knuckles white as he clutched his phone.

"This is you?" Justin asked holding the phone up, the Candi Glam profile on his screen.

Fisher nodded. 

"Def some hot pics on here bro," Justin said, "this girl ain't no amateur."

The guys laughed and Fisher cringed as his phone went off again. This time a message from Jennifer. He opened it to find a video clip. Before he could flip off of it Chuck ripped it from his hand and pressed play.

Sophie's voice came on, the phone at full volume:

"Beg me to be my whore Candi!"

Fisher watched as he was spanked on camera. He looked different without a wig.

"MMMPHH! Please let me be your whore Mistress!" 

"You'll suck cock for your Mistress, won't you Candi?" That was Jenny.

Spanked twice more

"MMMPHH! Yes, MMMPHH! I'll suck cock for my Mistress!"

"And you'll swallow every drop, won't you cum slut?" Sophie.

"Yes Mis, MMMPHH! Yes Mistress!! Please, let me be your cum slut!!"

"Told you she'd be begging to be pimped," Sophie laughed.

When the clip ended, Fisher couldn't make eye contact. He could only sit there, waiting. The hand slowly slipped from his knee and the bench shifted slightly as the two young men rose. His phone hit him in his bare stomach and then they were gone. Fisher shivered and felt he might cry. He quickly texted Jenny.

I don't think they liked the movie.

LOL. Guess they aren't into sissy bitches. :*

Lucky for you. 

Please don't do that again.

Why? You know if Sophie didn't control your cock you'd be throbbing in your panties right now. Wouldn't you?

Yes Jennifer.

Because...?

Because I am a sissy whore who loves to be humiliated and used.

Exactly. 

Fisher looked around the mall as the mid-afternnon crowd strolled by, trying to control his breathing. He didn't want to admit it, but Jenny was probably right. He had no control any longer. Couldn't function properly if he wanted to. Here he was actually thankful for being emasculated and he shuddered as he thought what could have happened. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity, until finally Jenny and Sophie appeared. 

"Miss me Candi?" Sophie asked with a sly grin.

"Yes Sophie," Fisher answered, "of course. I don't like being alone."

"What happened to your friends?" she asked, looking back and forth. "I told you I wanted you to entertain them until I told you."

"They saw a clip from last night," Fisher said, looking to Jenny. "She sent it to me."

"Oh my god!" Sophie exclaimed, feigning suprise. "You didn't!?"

"Oh," Jenny said proudly, "I did."

"What did they say Candi?" Sophie asked.

"Nothing," he answered, "they just got up and left."

"Should we see if we can find them," Sophie asked, "and you can apologize for not being honest about wanting to suck their cocks like in the movie?"

"Please no Sophie!" he said quickly. "They'll hurt me!"

"Don't be such a baby," Jenny said, "I'm sure it'll only hurt at first, then you'll like it."

Sophie laughed and then added, "We'll just have you offer them handjobs if you're too scared."

"Please no Sophie," he pleaded, "I c... can't"

"You can," she said, leaning over and whispering in his ear matter-of-factly, "or you can watch while I do it. Your choice."

"Sophie," he said, his heart pounding in his chest, "you wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" she said, now face to face with him. "You're nothing but a limp dick sissy now, just like you wanted. You couldn't fuck me even if you were allowed to. Which you aren't. So what is it going to be Candi?"

Fisher had no choice but to acquiesce. "I'll apologize and offer them handjobs," he said. 

"That's my girl," Sophie said and kissed him softly on the lips. "Jenny, tell them thank you, and we'll see them in a bit..."

Fisher's jaw dropped. Jenny knew them! And she had set him up. Fuck, he was too easy. Maybe he really was turning into a bimbo. 

"Gotcha Candi," Sophie said, pulling Fisher to his feet and handing him her bags. "Those guys are friends of Jenny here."

Fisher stepped forward, laden with bags and dread. He could see them now, and he whimpered, a sick feeling rising in his stomach. There they were, sipping drinks and laughing, at a table much to large for just the two of them.

"Oh god," he heard himself say as he turned to face Jenny and Sophie.

"You see them laughing at your dumb ass, don't you?" Jenny asked gleefully.

"Yes," Fisher admitted. 

"Wow," Sophie said, "they are ripped, huh Candi? I hadn't really noticed before."

"Yes Sophie," he answered, "please don't make me do this..."

"Relax slut," Jenny said, "They're harmless... for now."

"C'mon baby." Sophie said.

Fisher just nodded, dumbstruck. He never figured on this. He never figured on any of this.

"Looks like somebody forgot their manners." Sophie said. "Maybe another spanking will help you to remember them?"

"Hello guys." Fisher said quickly, snapping out of his daze. 

"That's better, slut." Sophie said, then continued, "and there had better not be any hesitation or whining because we will not hesitate to remind you of your place."

"I'll be a good girl, Sophie," Fisher said. He swore his voice sounded a million miles away. 

"We're about to find out slut..." Sophie said as Chuck and Justin rose to meet them.

"So nice of you to join us, ladies," Chuck said, stopping inches in front Fisher. "And nice to see you again, little bitch. Have a seat."

They all sat down at the round table, Fisher seated between Sophie and a chair that was now piled with bags. He sat quietly as they all got acquainted, learning that Chuck ran a gym and Justin worked security at one of the movie lots. They ate and talked, Sophie ordering him a salad and a green tea, and as they were finishing the talk finally turned to him. 

"So we had Candi convinced that you were pissed!" Jenny said loudly. "But the funniest part is what she agreed to do to apologize!"

"Aplogize how, exactly?" Chuck asked, leaning over the table.

"I was... going to give you both... both handjobs," Fisher admitted.

"You gonna let me cum right in your tranny face bitch?" Chuck asked lewdly. "Bet you'll like that too, won't ya?"

"Yes," Fisher admitted, a familiar feeling creeping through his groin. Had it already been an hour?! No, not now, please don't let this happen now, he thought.

"I thought so," Chuck said, leaning back confidently. "Now tell Justin."

Fisher turned toward Justin, "I... I was going to jerk you off too to aplogize for not being honest with you."

"Nah," he replied, "I'd rather cum on those big fake tits of yours. Treat you like the real fuckin' cum dumpster you are."

Fisher sat there dumbfounded as they all laughed at him.

"Oh my god, Justin!," Jenny said, grinning, "where'd that come from?"

Justin laughed, "Dunno, probably your evil influence Jen, and, you know what you told me."

"Let's go then," Jenny said, not even trying to conceal her excitement. 

The whole table turned their attention to Sophie, Fisher feeling immediately light headed. 

"Sophie, no," Fisher said, "I... I can't."

"How long have you been waiting," Sophie urged, "waiting to be used like a whore? You know you want it... you know you've been craving this for how long?"

"It.." Fisher stammered, trying to find words, coherent thoughts. "It was just a fantasy. A story in my head. This... this is too real."

"But you look so fucking hot Candi," Jenny encouraged. "You were made for this. Keep living your fantasy. You won't be sorry."

"And I can't promise the same if you refuse," Sophie added.

Fisher opened his mouth to answer, and Sophie took his face in her hands, kissing him deeply, moaning on his tongue, pulling him to her. He melted into her, eyes closing, trying to maintain some dignity, desperate to find the sanity in the situation. But he was already lost.

"Promise me," he said softly as she broke the kiss, his eyes still closed, "that you won't see me differently."

"I promise baby," Sophie said, leaving a lingering kiss on his bottom lip. "I love you just the way you are, my sexy little freak. What you're doing right now was just a fantasy too, and look how excited you are, look how you walked around, look how easily you let yourself been led here. You know deep down, this is a part of you that you want to explore, and I want to help you."

"Help me Sophie," he said, a single tear slipping from the corner his eye. "Show me what I've been aching for... please..."

"That's better," Sophie said, drying his tear with a cloth napkin. "But we still have some shopping to do. You need new shoes, and a new bra and some new panties. But when we see them tonight, you're going to show me what my sissy slut is willing to do to please me. Jenny, I think your friends won't mind meeting us tonight?"

"Sounds perfect," Jenny said, "I think I can keep these two occupied for a bit."

"You know what they say about anticipation," Justin said.

"What do they say?" Sophie asked, "Do you know Candi?"

"That waiting for something makes it twice the fun?" Fisher suggested.

"That's right baby," Sophie said, "Now where to first? Shoes or panties?"

Fisher grinned sheepishly as they all waited to hear his answer. "Panties."

"That's no surprise," Jenny said, shaking her head, "you going to pick out something cute like the ones I let you borrow last night?"

"Oh, I think so," Sophie answered for him. "She does have the ass for a thong, and she'll need one for the dress she's wearing tonight."

"How is that ass by the way Candi? Do you miss me?" Jenny asked, her eyes drilling into Fisher's coldly.

Sophie laughed loudly, taking Fisher's hand and guiding him to his feet, "Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot to tell you, she told me she could still feel you inside her this morning."

"Glad I made an impression," Jenny said, still staring hard at Fisher, "I hope to make another one very soon, slut."

"I... I'd, I'd like that Domme Jennifer," Fisher responded, the whole group knowing it wasn't a lie.

"C'mon you, get our things before Jenny bends you right over this table," Sophie said, unable to conceal her grin. 

Fisher's heart slowed, his breathing becoming more manageable with every step away from the table. He could feel them staring at him, but he dared not look back, did not want to see the faces of the men who had been his undoing, or Jennifer. That scheming little blonde vixen had his number from the moment he woke up in the clinic yesterday. Now today, especially after everything she had put him through last night, he was powerless against her. 

"Penny for your thoughts baby?" Sophie said as the windows and shops breezed by.

"Jenny... why do you let her say those things to me?" he asked bluntly.

Sophie could hear the despair in his voice, even with the altered sound. She shook her head, choosing her words carefully. "Because I like seeing your reactions," she said. "she is much more direct, and abrasive than I am. You forget, I watched those pornos with you, I saw how it threw you off when your body reacted to cruel and degrading scenarios. I could never call you some of the things she does. But you want that don't you?"

"How could I deny it Sophie," Fisher answered, "look what she does to me... has done to me. Someone like her though, god, she'll never let me forget this."

"Tomorrow will be different," she said, placing her hand on his bent arm. "I swear."

"How do you know?" Fisher asked.

"You're just going to have to trust me baby,' she said with a smile. "But for today, you need to stop worrying so much and think about trying to look as sexy as you can tonight."

Fisher nodded and followed her into Victoria's Secret, the vision of all the displayed silk and lace never failing to fill him with wonder and twinges of lust. He almost felt a sense of belonging, albeit misplaced, but he could still remember the first time he had told Sophie about his secret and she surprised him with a pair of simple black lace panties from her drawer. He shuddered at the memory, a smile creasing his plump pink lips.

"Now," Sophie said, looking at him lovingly, "that's much better, where has that been?"

"I never thought," he said softly, "I'd be here like this."

"Lets make the most of it," she said. "You'll need something no show for tonight, but still something cute, and we can get you something to sleep in too, would you like that?"

"You know I would," he said, falling back into himself with every passing second.

"And I'm going to pick out some panties for you too," she added. "so you can stop wearing mine."

Fisher blushed and mouthed a thank you, his heart lighter as she teased him, forgetting for a moment what was waiting for him. He was thankful that the shop was busy, no salesperson had greeted them as they were busy with other customers so he and Sophie browsed freely, and before long he no longer cared about his turgid cock throbbing in his panties. Nor did he care when Sophie held things up to him, framing his body with babydolls, teddies and nighties. She constantly complimented him, his face warm as he blushed, her touch electric as she caressed and teased him.

Sophie had a feeling that this would be the highlight of his day at the mall, and she was enjoying making him blush in the shop full of women with a smattering of men around. She knew Fisher would relax here, but not so much that he didn't go rigid the first time she held up a sheer nightie to his torso, telling him how nice it would feel to wrap her arms around him while he was wearing it. She made sure to let her hands linger on him as she held up each article of clothing to him, caressing his skin, brushing across his shorts when she held cute panties to him in a mirror, or cupping his breasts when she pressed a bra to his pliant breasts. She knew that if it was turning her on he would be beside himself. And when they finally were alone in the changing room she wasn't disappointed.

"Am I driving you crazy Candi?" Sophie asked as the door slid closed behind them. She eyed him warily in the full length mirror, hanging up their selections, wondering if he would be honest.

"You know that you are Sophie."

Sophie smiled at his reflection, set her pocketbook down and unzipped it, telling Fisher to get undressed. He moved past her in the small space, his body now inches from the mirror as he disrobed, removing his shirt then his shoes. He groaned when her hands found his ass, his thumbs tucked neatly into his shorts as he pushed them off his hips.

"What would you do, slut," she said, "if I told you I wanted to fuck you right here, right now, but you couldn't make a sound?"

Fisher bit his bottom lip and turned, his reward a sharp pinch to his as through his panties.

"Don't turn around," Sophie said, her voice low but harsh. "Just listen. Would you hold your panties under your ass like you're holding your sexy little shorts, wanting to scream, wanting to beg me to let you fill your panties with your cum?"

Fisher nodded slowly, feeling his cock stretch his panties to their breaking point now that it was free from the constrictive denim. 

"Would you let me open the door? Let everyone watch you get fucked, taking my big plastic cock in your ass like a good little bitch?"

He nodded again, his eyelids fluttering as he pictured it, her fingers massaging the flesh of his ass and hips roughly, his cock throbbing franticly between his thighs. 

"Such a good girl," Sophie cooed, "so eager to please, so eager to get fucked...pull your panties down too, but just to the bottom of your ass, and hold them there... stay bent at your waist... mmmm... that's perfect you dirty little whore..."

Fisher braced himself, his forehead against the cold glass of the etched mirror. He arched his back downward, forcing his ass out, his legs straight, held close by his tiny shorts. His knuckles turned white as he tried to breathe, his breasts swaying in his reflection as they spilled from his ill fitting bra. He opened his ears to hear what Sophie was doing behind him, but the melodic music coming from the Victoria's Secret speakers made it impossible. He inhaled sharply as a lubed finger slid down his ass.

Sophie smiled as she swept her finger over his loosely puckered hole, her finger sliding in easily after yesterday's misdeeds. But she was not going to fuck him, not like he thought she was anyway. She slid one lubed finger inside him, then another, fingering him slowly until she was satisfied he was ready, his breathing ragged and sharp. It was then that she inserted the first of four vibro balls into his ass, giggling evily as he whimpered and the weight inside the ball shifted. 

"You really wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" Sophie asked, her question mark punctuated by sliding the second of the inch and a quarter balls inside him. "I love what a whore you are becoming..."




Girl's Night Pt. 08



Fisher nodded stupidly, stifling a whimper as his ass was filled with the third weighted ball. He hated that it felt good, hated it even more that he wanted to tell her. He knew he would, and he knew that she would be able to tell it was the truth. 

"Oh no," she said, filling him with the fourth ball, "I plan on keeping you just the way you are. I want you nice and hard when we meet your new friends tonight. Then, when your hands are wrapped around those cocks you can tell everybody how wet your panties are from the cum leaking in them..."

Fisher whimpered again, his whole body shivering, the weights inside the balls shifting as he did. He peered backward at the reflection of Sophie's shoes in the mirror as she stood behind him, his body betraying him with every breath, his ass full and his cock pulsating with every rapid beat of his heart.

"You can get dressed now Candi," Sophie said finally. "There really was no reason to come back here except to humiliate you. I saw how hard all these pretty things were making you, and you'll be buying everything we picked out. It is too bad we can't put any of these pictures on instagram though, I know you're followers would love them. My friends definitely did."

Fisher straightened up, pulling his panties to his hips.

"Wait." Sophie said sharply. "Turn around slut."

Fisher turned to face her and Sophie grinned as she stared at his crotch. She pressed a used wet nap into his hand and tugged down the front of his panties, pulled his cock free, and started stroking it slowly, milking shiny precum from him with no difficulty. She squeezed the tip of it, a puddle the size of a half dollar on her fingertips. She tilted her head and looked at Fisher, one eyebrow raising expectantly. He puckered his pink puffy lips and she brushed her fingers across the top, then the bottom, painting them with his precum, squeezing his cock with her other hand, repeating the process.

"Who is my sexy little cum slut?" she asked tucking his cock back between his legs.

"I am..." Fisher answered sofly, "...I am your sexy little cum slut."

"That's right Candi," she said. "You are. And you'd better hurry up, we still have to get you shoes, and I'm sure you don't want me to send anybody back here to help you, do you?"

"No Sophie," Fisher said, reluctantly acquiescing. 

"Good girl, I'll be outside waiting."

Fisher didn't flinch as Sophie flung the door open, the dim lights of the hallway revealing no threats. He dressed as quickly as he could, barely noticing the balls in his ass as he moved in the cramped space. However, his first long stride, when his heel hit the floor, shockwaves ripped through his groin, each weighted ball seeming to resonate in a different direction inside him. He was forced to take short mincing steps across the store to the register, his breasts bouncing obscenely as he walked like a floozy, his ankles barely able to spread apart. 

Sophie giggled at his gait as he exited, his arm laden with another large bag, and moved next to him, instructing him to keep up as she quickened her pace, forcing Fisher to use his practiced cross ankle walk once again. She led him down two flights of stairs, calling him a sissy bitch in full voice when he was near tears after the second. He was constantly off balance, the bags swaying him to and fro, the heels forcing his posture, his heavy breasts pulling him the other way. By the time they reached the shoe store, he was ashen and panting heavily. 

"Sophie... please... wait..." he said, licking his dry lips, tasting the cum that lingered.

"No time for waiting sweetie," Sophie said, ushering him through the doorway, her hand on the small of his back. "You go ask the nice looking boy behind the counter to show you something in a strappy heel."

Fisher obeyed, speaking slowly and politely, forcing a smile, trying to maintain some dignity though his appearance and voice made that impossible. He nodded as he spoke, pointing out several different selections, asking what Fisher would like to try on, continually calling him 'miss' and stealing glances at his fuck me pumps and his generous cleavage. Fisher got the unnerving feeling that the sales clerk was flirting with him but he was powerless to stop it, the constant reminder of his full ass sapping all his mental powers. 

Finally, Fisher was led to the center of the store and given a seat on the plush banquette couch. He sank into the tufted leather cushions, the material cupping his ass, but the sitting position making him feel fuller than ever. He closed his knees as Sophie sat beside him, trying to hide his contoured bulge, but it was no use.

"Are you that turned on because of the toys in your sissy pussy..." She paused, settling her hand on his bare thigh, stroking his skin with her fingertips. "... or because of how obviously Mr. Handsome is flirting with you?"

"The toys Sophie..." he answered quietly, "...how could you do this to me? I can barely concentrate, or even breathe to be honest..."

"I know," she said matter of factly. "Pretty genius design. Every step must be excruciating, I'm going to enjoy watching you try on your shoes, walking back and forth a few times in each, your big fake breasts heaving as you tremble. It'll be delicious. And oh, it'll be instagramed, you better believe that. So you'd better put on a happy face."

Fisher sighed, licking his lips yet again as he contemplated his plight. Just then his phone came to life, again heads turning in his direction as the horrid pop song blared loudly.

"It's Jenny, sorry... Jennifer... she wants to know if I'm excited show off tonight..."

"Tell her you can't wait," Sophie said, still caressing his thigh, "tell her you haven't stopped thinking about their cocks in your hand since lunch."

Fisher typed what he was told, his phone still open when Mr. Handsome returned with five shoeboxes for Fisher and a stool for himself. Fisher's breathing quickened and he flinched when his oddly smooth hand took his leg by the back of his ankle and started undoing the straps to his heavy shoe. It only go worse when Sophie slipped closer, her hand sliding off his leg and around his back, her slender fingers following his spine under the tight waistband of his shorts.

"Don't forget you manners Candi..." Sophie whispered to him, smiling as Mr. Handsome grinned up at them. 

"Thank you... cutie..." Fisher said, not sure why he added that last part. He felt his face grow hot when the salesman winked, extracting the first pair from the stack of boxes and expertly fit Fisher's feet. He rose to his feet and groaned audibly from deep within his throat as everything shifted inside him and a sudden pressure on his prostate caused his hips to twitch.

"I guess you like them Candi," Sophie snickered, raising her phone. "Now, model walk for me. You've got to work, bitch!"

Fisher blink hard and settled his breathing stepping forward in the patent leather sling backs. Quite different than his heavy platform sandals, he felt like he was gliding across the floor as his hips swayed. He actually had a small smile on his face when he turned back around, but it quickly faded when he saw Sophie whispering to Mr. Handsome and them both laughing softly. He settled back into the couch, his embarrassment already raised by liking the shoes, but his curiosity piqued as well.

"What... what were you two laughing about?" he asked fearfully.

"Oh, you left your phone open silly," Sophie said, glancing down at the couch. "Somebody sent you a pic."

Fisher looked at his phone, swearing softly as the photo came into focus. There, in bright color was a picture of Chuck, his shorts undone, one meaty hand wrapped around an even meatier cock and balls. And the message underneath: "Can't wait to see what you do with all that, you filthy fucking cum slut".

"I... you... um..." Fisher couldn't form words again, so taken aback by the graphic and completely mortifying exposure of his perversion. 

"Relax Miss," Mr. Handsome said, "I kinda guessed what you were, and I, um, you know... I'm into it."

"Oh," Sophie reassured him, "she knows, and she's kinda into you too. Aren't you Candi?"

Fisher's whole body tensed as he whipped his head around toward her. "Sophie!?" 

Sophie looked at him unsympathetically, shrugging her slender shoulders. "What? Next you're going to tell me you don't have a cute little pet name for him? Go ahead and whisper it in his ear Candi, stop pretending you're shy..."

Fisher glanced down at the salesman at the exact moment he looked up from slipping the second pair of heels onto Fisher's feet. His hands stayed wrapped around fishers left foot, and Fisher bent over, whispering in his ear. 

"We call you... Mr... Handsome."

"If that's the case," he said, "I'll have to give you my card when you leave, I'd love to take you out sometime."

"Sorry," Sophie said, pulling Fisher's hand and guiding him to his feet, "but she's taken. Isn't that right, sexy?"

"I'm all yours Sophie," Fisher said, smiling down at her. He walked the length of the room, looking to Sophie and the now reserved stockboy who averted his eyes from him as he turned. Sophie arched her eyebrows as he walked back, and Fisher could feel her ravenous eyes drinking in every party of his body. It turned him on even more, her looking at him in such a way. He was aching to fucked, the balls in his ass turning his desire more carnal with every step. He settled back into the couch, sighing anxiously when she told him she wanted to him to buy that pair, but not for tonight. 

Sophie made him buy 3 pairs in all, complimenting his choices, especially the peep-toe pump he was going to wear tonight to the club. She made the point of telling him they would even look good when she had him in just his bra and panties. She smiled as he blushed furiously and couldn't hide his grin. She could see through him though, his eyes betraying all his desire for her. She checked her phone as they walked silently back to the car, shooting off a text to Jenny that they should talk before tonight. She held the door for Fisher as they exited, noticing a trickle of sweat from under his wig. She smacked him sharply on his ass, laughing as he let out a defeated whimper, telling him she was looking forward to making him sound like that again, very soon.