2 comments/ 55198 views/ 3 favorites Initiation to Sexual Adventure By: Lyon I must thank you for the good times we had when I returned to Wellington. I have always liked masquerade parties; wearing a mask brings out the wild side in people, including me. I also liked your Roman theme, because fixing up a toga is not much effort and there is great latitude if you want to use your imagination. I am not sure I expected to find an absolutely gorgeous vestal virgin giving a blow job to a suitably well endowed gladiator in your lobby as I entered the house, but it certainly set the scene for the night and the next forty eight hours. Finding later that the vestal virgin had a nine-inch appendage was a very pleasant surprise. Needless to say, your vestal non-virgin, made a huge hit with me. We spent a fair bit of time together during my remaining days in the City. Thinking of her has brought back some memories of my youth, and I thought I would tell you about my first time with a man, and his degradation of me. As a youth, I was of just above average height, slim, fair, involved in every sport possible and blessed with a relatively clear complexion. While I played a lot of sport, I wouldn't really describe myself as a team man, and I liked to spend time alone, reading, riding my motor-bike, and so forth. I have to admit that, from the age of thirteen, I also had a close relationship with my male member. I had two older sisters, three and five years older than me. At the time of this story, both sisters lived away from home, one working and the other studying. Both my parents worked and I spent a large amount of my time unsupervised in my teenage years. Because I was doing well at school, was 'socially well adjusted', and involved in sport, I was no concern to my parents or anyone else, and the free reign I was given was a consequence of that. My story starts when I was eighteen. After school one Friday near the end of the spring term, I was bored and went hunting fashion magazines in my sister's bedroom closet, as I had found some of the photo-spreads lent themselves to becoming erotic stories in my imagination, and with gorgeous women and a vivid imagination I could easily sate my teenage stirrings for a while. I had another two hours before my parents came home, so I could ramble through any part of the house quite freely. I knew where the magazines were kept, and quickly located the box on the floor and hunted out the editions that experience had told me had the best spreads to satisfy my imagination. Less than twenty minutes later I, sated, was returning them to the same place in the box and pushing back in the right place. This time, however, the box did not slide neatly into the slot it came from. I got to my knees and groped around to find what was causing the obstruction. I found myself pulling out one knee high black leather boot, with three-inch heel. I vaguely recognised it as a boot I had seen my older sister wear the last time she had been home, and groped to find where it's pair was so I could restore it to the space from where it had come. The other boot was hidden in the far corner, and it too had fallen over. I pulled it out, intending to put both back immediately. As I put them together, I noticed that the second boot was stuffed with something, shiny and black. I pulled out a black lace bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. These were not the type of clothes my sisters ever seemed to wear – perhaps I had misjudged them! As I went to stuff them back, the shiny, slippery, light feel in my hands proved irresistible. The feel made my cock start to grow again. I undid my jeans, pulled out my member and ran the panty material softly across the head. I had to wear these! I quickly pulled off my trousers and shorts and pulled on the pants. My cock poked above the waistband, still glistening from the remainder of my recent activities. The panties felt great as I tucked my cock sideways into the lace fabric. I slowly rubbed myself through the material, feeling the smoothness of the nylon and the roughness of the lace. I was close to coming again, and pre-cum liquid seeped out through the black of the panties. I was mesmerised by the experience. I left the pants on as I figured out how to fasten the suspender belt. I knew enough from the fashion magazines and the occasional Penthouse to work this out fairly quickly. I unravelled one of the balled up stockings and tried to pull it on like a sock. I soon realised that this was not the way it was done and then bunched it up so I could get the heel in the right place and pull it on gradually. My cock was like concrete as I pulled the stocking up my leg, gradually adjusting it as I went so it was straight. By the time I had the second stocking up, I was achingly hard. I loosened the suspender straps to their fullest extent (my sister is shorter than me) and fastened them up. As I straightened I got the first delicious feel of stockings being tightened by the pull of the suspender. I rubbed myself through the material again. This was a real turn on. I looked at the boots. I undid the zipper, and placed my stockinged toes into one of them. They were quite narrow compared to my foot, and I thought that I wouldn't be able to put them on. As I pushed a little harder, the ball of my foot went through the opening and into the boot. I had the same trouble with slipping my heel down, but once it was there I felt my foot to be very tightly held but not too constricted. My toes were at the end of the boot, but they didn't seem too tight for the pleasure I was getting. I slowly tried to do the zip up. It was a very tight fit around my quite muscular calf and there was no way it was going to do up. I realised that, in standing in the boot, my muscle was tight, and so I sat on the floor and managed to do the zip up over a relaxed calf. I remained sitting while I pulled the second boot on and zipped it up. The feeling as I stood was amazing. The tight constriction of my calves and the precariousness of the three-inch heels was very exciting. I looked down and examined myself, before standing in front of the mirror on the closet door. The view of my bottom half was not too different from those I had recently been masturbating over in the fashion magazines, but now I was living it. I walked to and fro, watching my legs and butt and cock encased in stockings and panties in the mirror. I tried walking with a hip sway, which is difficult when looking over your shoulder at a mirror, but easier walking towards the mirror. As I stood watching myself, I rubbed myself again, and soon had unleashed another load. I stood watching myself and my growing wet spot, when I heard my mother's car turn into the driveway. An hour early! I quickly unzipped and pulled the boots off, shoved them in the closet and shut the door. I pulled my jeans on and fastened them before the front door opened. Looking around, I picked up my underpants and the black bra and desperately put them in my pockets. Then I slipped into the hallway and into my room, calling out hello as I sat at my desk and opened my study folder. There was a muffled hello from the other end of the house. I got up, pulled a pair of socks from my dresser and pulled them on over my stocking clad toes. I got a tissue from the box and stuffed it into the panties to try and soak up any remaining liquid. I sat down at the desk and let the luxury feel of the clothes against my skin inside the jeans build while I pretended to study. About five minutes later my mother came down the hallway. She asked if I would be ok if she and my father were away for the evening, there was a business function in town and they thought they might as well make a night of it and stay in the city (about an hour away) with friends. She was just collecting some spare clothes for them both. I said I would be fine, that I might go for a ride on my bike, grab a burger on the way back, and either visit some friends, watch TV or study. Not that I intended going out on my bike just yet! My intentions were changed when she said I could save her some time. She had to deliver a package to a customer who lived just out of town, I could take it for her and that would give me a ride on my bike. It needed to be there within the hour. If I took it now, she wouldn't have to worry about rushing through the shower. Telling me the package was on the back seat of her car she went to get ready. I put on my bike boots, thinking about the difference between those and the ones that had encased me earlier. As I readied myself, I remembered the bra and underpants in my pockets. I threw the shorts into the laundry basket and contemplated the bra. It was more like a bikini top than the bras I had seen in the laundry. It had the fastenings at the back like a bra, but otherwise was shiny straps of black that connected two shiny black triangles of material edged with soft lace. The triangles were sewn so they formed a shallow pocket and had a more solid bottom edge. As I examined the bra, I started to stiffen inside my jeans. I quickly decided to see what it felt like on. I stripped off my tee, and put my arms through the loops and struggled to pull it tight around my chest. It was high up above my nipples by the time I fastened it, and when I pulled it down it seemed too short. I worked out the shoulder straps and slowly slid it down. The inside fabric was cool on my nipples and felt very good. I was surprised it sat in place so well, slipping back down after I had raised my arms to pull the tee back on over it. I pulled on my leather jacket and headed for my bike. The bra didn't seem all that great a turn on, but the way the stockings felt against the jeans, and the panties against my cock were. I yelled goodbye to my mother, pulled my helmet on, grabbed the package and headed up the street. Twenty minutes later, I had delivered the package and was headed home along one of the many winding backcountry roads around town. To tell the truth, I was so caught up in the riding that I forgot about the clothes, only the walk to door to deliver the package served to remind me of what I was wearing. Caught up in the twists and turns of the road I was on, I would have soon forgotten about them again if it wasn't for the feel of the fabric each time I moved my weight in anticipation of a corner. That feel was on my mind as I powered out of one turn, making my reactions a split second too slow at the sight of a tractor pulling into the middle of the road to turn into a gateway. As it was, I had pressed hard into the corner and was a little too far into the middle myself. I could have altered my line and braked to avoid it, but because I was a bit preoccupied I was too late for that so could only straighten and head for the grass verge, hoping that I could run back onto the road a little further on. As I hit the grass I let off the brakes and gently tried to coax the turn before I hit the wire fence. I almost made it. Although I had slowed considerably, things seem to go on forever, but in reality it probably only lasted five or six seconds. I came to rest in the grass, by the fence, on my back. I was mentally feeling my arms and legs etc for pain when a shadow fell over my helmet and an upsidedown face peered down at me. I became aware of a voice asking if I was OK. I pulled legs up and shifted arms and shoulders and said that I thought so. I rolled over and got to my knees. There didn't seem to be any severe pain anywhere, although experience told me that might not be the case in the morning. I reached up and fumbled the strap and took my helmet off. We both said sorry at the same time, then laughed. The man was tall, about 6'2", and broad shouldered, with a tanned face and tousled dark hair. I recognised him as Mr Thomas, the father of twin girls who had been two years in front of me at school. The girls had been friends with the younger of my sisters, and we had sometimes come to the farm to pick them up or drop off my sister. Mr Thomas helped me to my feet. I was a bit wobbly as the effects of the adrenaline wore off, but I didn't seem to have hurt anything at all. The bike was lying on its side, stalled. He helped me heave it up and I examined it – nothing showed any real damage except for a broken clutch lever. I mounted the bike and sat on it, intending to try to start it. As I sat down, the shakes hit me. Mr Thomas had to hold the bike as my legs and arms went to jelly. He told me I might be taking things a bit too quickly. He suggested putting the bike onto the tray behind the tractor, and we would go up to the implement shed where I could rest and recover while he found out if a farm bike clutch lever might be a temporary substitute for mine. I agreed and travelled up the farm track with the bike on the tray. The implement shed was a long high building, one end of which served as a barn, with an office next to it, then a series of six or seven bays for machinery and implements. He parked the tractor in the bay next to the office, and after I helped him offload the bike he told me to sit in the office while he attempted to fix the bike. The office was a bright room but only half the height and not as deep as the rest of the building. A set of stairs led to a closed door that must be entry to an attic room. This didn't dim the light from the window to the yard across the front of the building. The lower floor had a large desk, some filing cabinets a table around which there were some chairs, and a couch by the windows. I sat on the couch and stared out the window, not really seeing anything at all. After twenty minutes or so Mr Thomas came into the office and asked how I was. I told him that I felt a lot better and thanked him for his help. He said he had managed to fit a spare lever to the clutch with a little filing, so if I was ok I could probably ride it home. He offered to run me home if I didn't feel up to riding. I said I felt ok, and nothing seemed damaged at all so I should be ok. He asked me to get up and walk around the room, I guess so that he could see that I wasn't hiding a broken leg. As I got up I felt the stockings against the jeans again. While I was walking he said I had some pretty serious grass stains on my jeans and my leather jacket had a few new marks, and asked if I had checked to see everything was ok underneath. I said I hadn't but it all felt ok, so I would be cool. In truth, I couldn't see anywhere private where I could check and there was no way he was going to get me to take my jeans off in front of him. He looked at me, then explained that he felt a bit responsible and he didn't want me riding unless he knew I was ok. I nodded and stripped off the jacket to show that there were no grazes or cuts on my arms. There were none, as the accident had been at a low speed so I felt safe. I was about to put the jacket back on when he said to leave the jacket off. His voice, which up to now had been concerned and soft, had changed to something quite different. It was hard. I turned to him, and he moved right in front of me. To my surprise, he reached out a hand, and poked me on my left nipple. I had forgotten about the bra – it would show very clearly against the tight tee shirt! I was really embarrassed, I looked down and watched his hand. It came up and lifted my chin so I looked into his eyes, he had a sort of a smile on his face, but the eyes were cold. "Take the shirt off." His voice was an order. I tried to explain but nothing came out – I just stood there. He reached down, grabbed the bottom of the tee and pulled it up forcefully over my head, my arms rising involuntarily with the force of his movement. "I will only ever tell you to do something once" he said, "and if you don't do it, I will make it happen. That's the way any sissy boy gets treated." His voice was very hard. I tried to explain about not being a sissy but just trying something once and my mother coming home with jumbled words amongst a bunch of almost hysterical sobs. He slapped me. Not too hard but enough to rock my head, shut me up and take the edge off my emotions. "Any boy who puts women's clothes on is a sissy, and deserves to be treated like one. Take the jeans off so I can see just how much of a girl you are." I looked down, I could see the top of the suspender belt up around my waist. I have always been quite determined and stubborn, it is part of what makes me good at sport I guess. I shook my head and bent to retrieve the tee shirt from the floor where he had dropped it. I was going to get out of this place - I would even fight him if I had to. He caught my arm at the hand and squeezed down with his thumb just behind my thumb. I was in agony and it took most of my strength, if not my determination, from me. He took the tee from my other hand and threw it on the couch. He dragged me across to the desk and, still holding me, opened a drawer and pulled out a Polaroid camera. He let go my hand and I pulled it back to me and rubbed it with my other hand. He laughed, and as I looked up, he caught me with the flash of the camera. I watched as the picture spilled from the camera, knowing what I was going to see once it developed. "I can hurt you a lot," he said "but not all hurt is physical. You're a bright sissy, you don't need me to explain – do you." It was a statement, not a question. My world revolved in my head, I saw photos plastered across school, being laughed at by everyone, no friends, the disappointment on my mothers face and the loathing on my fathers. He stripped the paper from the picture. In the back of my mind the faint hope that it wouldn't turn out exploded. It was worse, the look on my face, the angle of my head and the way my hands were crossed in front of me made me look like I was doing a come-on to the camera. The bra and the suspender belt showed clearly. "The camera never lies, you are a true sissy boy slut." His eyes moved from mine to my jeans, the message clear. Ashamedly, I sat on the edge of the desk and undid my boots, slipping them off. Then I undid the jeans FLASH, the zipper FLASH, and slowly pulled my jeans down FLASH, before standing before him with my jeans in a pool at my feet FLASH. The photos pooled on the desk. Somewhere in the turmoil of my mind was an urge to see how they came out. "Take the pants off." I looked at him, really fearing what was going to happen. "You have them on the wrong way, the pants go on the outside of the suspenders." I didn't think. I undid the suspenders, took the pants off, refastened the stockings FLASH, and then put the pants back on FLASH, FLASH. I stood in front of the desk, head down. He peeled paper from the developed shots. I watched as he placed them in a line, out of sequence but telling a very damning story. I looked at myself, the shots of me fastening the belt to the stockings and pulling up the pants covered from my navel down and showed my cock, shrunken with fear, surrounded by the lingerie. The full-length shots with the bra and my face looked somehow male and ridiculous. He turned and I watched as his hand reached for me. My arms instinctively moved to cover myself, but a barked "Stand still" stopped the movement. I was totally in his power, and I felt helpless and wretched. His hand found the pants and cradled my cock and balls, gently squeezing and rubbing with a circular motion. Despite myself, my cock started to grow with the stimulation. It was the first time anyone had played with it other than me, and I reacted in the way of any teenage boy – but at the time I was alarmed. "A real sissy. Dresses in girls clothes and likes it when a real man fondles him. I wonder what else you like, sissy?" I looked helplessly, probably pleadingly, at him. But there was no mercy in his face. "The cum on your sissy panties shows me you know how to play with your boy toy, let me see how you deal with a mans one. Take my cock out sissy." I couldn't believe it – he was asking me to touch his cock. I immediately went totally limp, but as I hestitated he started to slowly squeeze my balls. As the pressure grew I knew I had no choice and reached out toward him. Initiation to Sexual Adventure Ch. 02 Note: Reading the first Initiation story will help you make sense of the first few paragraphs. It was almost fully dark by the time I arrived home. The house was dark and shut, reminding me that my parents were away. I was feeling quite exhausted by the time I got inside. I unzipped my jacket and the lingerie fell to the floor. It was a reminder of everything I had been through, the accident, the photos, and the sexual acts I had performed. I picked it up and took it to my sister's room. The stockings I crumpled and shoved in the boots along with the suspenders and the bra. I put these as best I could back where they had come from, carefully replacing the magazines as well. The panties were stained with semen and I took them to the bathroom, where I filled a basin and brushed them clean with soap, then put them over the door handle in my room to dry. Every time I moved I could feel the butt plug in me. I didn't find it uncomfortable, but it was a reminder of experiences that were somehow becoming a bit dream like. The plug told me they were real. I had dressed and made up as a girl. I had had sex with a woman, a first! She had sucked my cock! I had licked her clit and arse! I had sucked a man and swallowed his come! I had drunk his come from her arse! Some of these things were things I had dreamed about doing, but others were ones that my whole life to date had not prepared me for or had told me were not things a boy should be doing. At that time, bisexuality wasn't something anyone talked about openly, and if it was mentioned, it was derisively, "pooh pusher" and "arse bandit". I found it hard to reconcile this with the fact I had willingly responded to his kisses, and knelt at his feet, calling him Master. I wasn't into fooling myself, I knew I had been forced into sucking his cock, and I had felt coerced into going upstairs, but the way I had looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was sexy, the way I had responded to his orders to touch her, the way I had responded to both their kisses; I had wanted that, I had liked being told what to do, and I had enjoyed doing it. In my room, reviewing what had happened, I found I didn't even mind the fact I had sucked him off. It was sex, pleasure, adventure, and it was good. In retrospect, it was her attitude that had made it ok – without her reassuring me it didn't make me less a person and that this was a special pleasure, I would probably have never accepted it except as a forced violation. She had made it acceptable. Looking back now, I can see that I had been very cleverly manipulated, but at the time, I just knew that less than one week later I would be on the phone, stating I had seen the ad and would like to apply for the job. As I showered before going to bed, I knew I would have to take the plug out. I pulled on it but it didn't seem to want to come out. In the end, I squatted as if I was going to the toilet, and pushed as I pulled. I felt it quickly enlarge me to ripping point, then it slipped out and the relief came. I poked my arse with my fingers, surprised by the size of the hole, then feeling it close around my fingers. As I viewed the plug for the first time, I realised how small it was, about three inches long and no more than 3/4 inch across. How had they fitted those bigger plugs into themselves? I washed the plug and carefully hid it in my room. During the next few days, my time alone wasn't spent looking at magazines. I would go to my sister's room, pull on the stockings and fasten them, pull up the panties and put on the boots. Then I would go to the bathroom, pull down the pants, lubricate myself and the plug with soap, and insert it, pretending it was a cock. Then I would go back to my sister's room and try on various combinations of clothes. Finally, I would come by rubbing myself looking at my latest creation. I found it didn't matter about what I looked like, it was the thrill of pulling on the clothes that excited me. Of course, I replied to the advertisement by phoning the number, having talked it through with my father beforehand. He had worked on farms in his youth and knew the benefits, so was quite pleased I had reached this decision by myself. "That sounds fine," Mr Thomas said after he had asked me some questions about myself, mainly for my parent's benefit as they heard my end of the conversation, "why don't you and your Dad come out one evening and I'll ask you some more questions face to face?" I checked with my father, and we settled on the next evening before dinner. "You should be prepared" were his last words as we were hanging up. With my father there? How would he know? The next afternoon after school, I carefully prepared myself. I inserted the plug and pulled on the stockings and panties. I put on my normal clothes over these. By the time my father was ready to go, I was wondering if I had made a mistake – what would happen if he noticed? The trip out to the farm was good, however, as my father opened up with stories of his time on farms. He thought it was quite good that this would be a live-in position, it would give me an opportunity to be involved in the whole working day of rural life. Obviously, he and the Thomases had met before, and he chatted to them after I had been formally introduced. They were very realistic, acting as if the last time they had seen me was a few years before, and Mrs Thomas remarking on how much I had grown. I was looking at him when she said this, and his wink caused me to almost explode in laughter, which I disguised with a short cough. We then had the sort of brief conversation about jobs around the farm that is usual in these circumstances. "Why don't I show you where Sam will sleep," she said to my father, "while Dan gives him a quick look at the farmyard, then we'll let you folks get back to your dinner." We all went out the door towards the farm buildings, they to the right, us to the left, towards the office. During our walk, he was all business, telling me about the farm, the dogs, the equipment, the stock and so on. We reached the office and went inside, and he immediately went up the stairs and into the long room. I followed. "You have done well Toy, I am pleased." I immediately went forward and knelt at his feet. "Good." His hand came down and ruffled my hair, then moved and opened his fly. I reached up and pulled out his cock, immediately licking the head and sucking on it when it was free. "Stand, and pull down your trousers." Even as I wondered what was going to happen, I did as he said. His hands wandered over my cock, the panties, and came to rest on my cheeks. He slid a finger beneath the panties and rubbed my crack, feeling the hard plastic of the plug. "Very good. Dress now." I did as he indicated and stood before him. His hand came to my head and pulled me forward for one of his hard, thrusting kisses, then pushed me down. I sank to my knees, obedient, and fastened my hand then my mouth on his now hard cock. It was much as the first time, eventually he was fucking the back of my mouth, and soon released his load right down my throat. I sucked him dry and soft then, at his direction, replaced him in his jeans. "Stand." Again he kissed me, sharing his taste. At the back of my mind I was wondering what my father would have said had he witnessed this, but I responded willingly. He pulled away. "You are released." We went back to the house via the little separate cabin that would be my home. This stood on a small lawn between the house and the implement sheds. I would be able to use the shower and facilities at the back of the long room. My father and Mrs Thomas were finishing a cup of coffee by the time we returned. Mr Thomas reassured my father that he was totally satisfied (Mrs Thomas winked at me this time) and would be only too happy to employ me throughout the summer. They talked about a wage rate that seemed good to me, and my father agreed. It was agreed I would start immediately after the holidays began, in two weeks time. On the way home my father was again quite talkative, saying what nice people they seemed and that he was sure everything would be to my liking. I nodded and agreed, tasting come at the back of my mouth, wondering what other adventures I would be exposed to, wondering what my father would say if I told him Mrs Thomas had rings through her nipples and clitoris. Almost two weeks later I arrived on the farm in the early evening of Sunday. We had decided I should be there in order to start early on Monday. Mr Thomas came out to meet me, showed me a space in the implement shed where I could keep the bike, and led me to the cabin. This was really only a single room, 10 by 6 workers hut. It had a bookshelf, a set of drawers, and an open wardrobe. The door was sheltered by an enclosed porch, with a space for work boots and weatherproof clothing. I unpacked my backback while he watched. "You may as well keep your toilet gear over at the office bathroom. Bring it over now, Girl is waiting there." I turned to grab the small bag. I was just turning back when his cold voice hit me. "Oh dear, you obviously haven't learned some things well enough. I think a little lesson might be in order." I stopped dead. I couldn't think, what had I done. It hit me and I sank to my knees in front of him. "Master, I am yours." "Too late, Toy. Obedience must be instant. Undress. Now!" He turned and went out the door and strode across to the shed. I quickly stood and began to take off my clothes. By the time I was undressed, he was returning. He came in the door and looked at me. "This is worse than I thought. Who said you could stand?" I sank to my knees. "Put this on." I looked up, he was holding out an old leather dog collar. I took it and fastened the stiff belt around my neck. I waited. After some time he reached around and clipped a leash to the ring. I felt a tug as he moved away and I started to rise to follow him. The loose end of the leash came whistling round and caught me across the back. "I didn't say you could stand. Until you show proper subservience you can walk like a dog." He tugged again on the leash, and I settled on to all fours and began to proceed, naked, outside. "Bring your toilet bag." I turned, went back, and gripped the bag in my hand. A harsh tug on the leash and I dropped it, then gripped it in my teeth. "Good dog. Come, Toy." He strode quickly down the cabin steps and across the yard. I had to lope on four legs just to keep up, and was constantly being pulled and tugged at by the leash. We got to the office and he opened the door, dropping the leash. I followed him in. "Outside." He growled at me, just like he would with any dog. I turned to go and he hurried me on my way with a hard kick to the backside. I had been looking forward to this, and now one small error had me being treated worse than I had ever been. My shoulders hurt and my buttock hurt. My eyes swam with tears. The door opened. He came out, her behind him. She wasn't naked, but dressed like a tramp. Hi white boots, too much make-up, a very tight bright red boob tube and the shortest white leather miniskirt I had ever seen. I could see all of her from where I was. "What a pair," he said. "Girl was getting excited about you coming Toy, thinking about her pleasure, no doubt. Forgetting that you are not here for her pleasure, but for mine. And you, forgetting the most basic rule. Well, we will have to make sure this lesson is not forgotten. Girl, bring the dog upstairs." He headed inside. She leaned down to pick up my leash. "This may not be pleasant," she whispered "but it will be an adventure." I couldn't reply with the bag in my mouth. She picked up the leash and gently tugged to get me moving. I was not sure what was going to happen. Not pleasant – what did that mean? I followed her, like an obedient dog, up the stairs. I stared at her in the short skirt, I could see the silver chain and the stopper of her plug as she moved. What she expected might have been unpleasant, but she was glistening between her legs. He was waiting by the big chair. She went straight to him and knelt before him. I did the same. I was looking at the floor, as was she. He must have pulled her up by the hair, she rose so abruptly to standing. "Slut. I should put you out on the street to sell your cravings." As he talked, he was right in front of her, moving forward so she moved back. Soon she was up against the table. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her round, then pushed her forward face down on the table. He took both her wrists in one hand and held them behind her back. With his other hand he undid his belt and released his trousers letting his fully erect cock free. He lifted her hands and her shoulders and face were driven against the table. "Slut. You're just a hole to me." He drove his cock into her, slamming her forward against the table. I don't know whether the force of his entry or the ramming against the table caused her to cry out, but it was not a cry of pleasure. He was brutal, ramming her, lifting the arms up. He went for some time before he emptied himself into her. After a brief pause, he let her arms go and turned to me, his cock still big and dripping. "Here dog, lick this slut juice off me." I hurried across, catching at his cock with my mouth and sucking at it, trying to get him clean. He bent over a grabbed my leash, and pulled up on it. "Both of you, just holes. Slut, get your cheap hole over here." She stood and moved toward him as he pulled me toward the chair. He didn't ask me to stand, he simply pulled up on the leash so I was dragged up by my neck. He placed the leash over the top of the high chair and pulled down so I was right up against the back, standing on my toes, head forced to the side. With his other hand he pulled the belt from his trousers and gave it to her. "This dog needs training. One for not showing subservience." There was a brief swish and the leather of the belt thwacked on my backside stingingly. "Harder. One for not showing subservience." Again, this time harder, a sting that made me flinch. "Slut, you're being too soft. This is the last warning. One for not showing subservience." Again, and this time it was like I had been cut with a sword. I cried out. "Better. One for standing without being asked." Thwack. "One for a dog trying to walk upright. One for a dog using his hands. One for not stopping when his leash was dropped." Each one accompanied by a blow. I was freely crying out, tears streaming from my eyes. "What would you rather be, Dog or Toy?" "Toy." I sobbed out. "One for speaking without permission." Thwack. I had relaxed and it was the hardest of them all. I cried out again. The pressure on the leash relaxed and I stood back on my feet. "One for a dog standing without permission." Thwack. I dropped to my dog posture quickly. "Look at the slut, dog, see how dirty she is." I looked up at her. Her over made up face was smeared with tears and rubbing against the table. Her boob tube had been pulled down revealing one breast, which had white and red finger marks on it, he had obviously been squeezing the breast as she whipped me. Her white dress was still ridden up to her waist, and his come was splattered on her thighs and dribbling down her legs. "On your knees slut." She sank down before him. He pulled tight on the leash and raised me up on my legs. Holding me up, he moved close to me. His other hand found my cock, and started to fondle it gently. He leaned forward and started to kiss my face, then found my mouth. I responded to him as he forced himself at me, quickly coming erect in his hand. The leash slackened, and I quickly sank to my knees. "Slut, give your hole to the dog." She went down on her hands, and turned her backside to face me. He tugged on the leash, pulling me to her. Her arse, with the plug, and her labia were fully visible. "Use that hole dog." I felt his hand on my still sore arse, the finger pressing my plug, then rounding to caress my balls. I was hard erect. I went forward on hands and knees and mounted her. When I was in her, I could feel the largeness of the plug against me, exaggerated because of her position. "Fuck her, dog, use that hole." I did. As I did he was behind me, gently slapping my still stinging backside with the belt. But the pain was building the pleasure, and as I came closer to coming, he swung a little harder. By the time I came, pain had ceased to exist and it was all just exploding senses. "I don't like my holes dirty." He pulled me off with the leash. She turned and kneeled before him, as did I, still dripping come. "Get yourselves clean and dressed like the sluts you are." He zipped up his trousers, unfastened my leash, and walked down the room and out the door. We both remained kneeling. I turned to look at her. Her smeared face looked back. She stood and held her hand to me. I took it and heaved myself up, feeling the soreness of where I had been beaten. We walked to the bathroom. While she squatted on the toilet, I turned the shower on. She came out as I was unfastening the collar. "Don't do that unless you have permission." She smiled apologetically at me and pulled both the boob tube and the skirt down over her hips and stepped out of them while I refastened the collar. She bent over and unzipped the boots, removed them and stepped into the shower. I followed, and we started to clean ourselves. As I ran the soap over her she turned to me, letting me soap her front. The marks were still clear on her breast. I was gentle, but she took my hand and made me rub harder. "After something like that, I feel I need a scrub – especially when he hasn't released us and there's obviously more to come. Besides, I don't mind the pain, although I really don't like inflicting it, which is why he made me whip you, as a punishment to both of us." She ran her hand over my battered backside. I winced, but was immediately confused by the sensation of pain and pleasure that had been planted in me. "I'll give you a cream that will take some of the soreness away so you can sleep ok tonight." We towelled ourselves, and powdered our feet and underarms. She did my legs as well. She went to the cupboards and started pulling clothes out. She handed me a white suspender belt, white fishnet stockings and a pair of white panties that were very thick in the pouch. I carefully started putting everything on. She gave me a bandage like elastic strip which I pulled up to cover my chest. Two false breasts, slightly bigger than the previous time, fitted in pockets at the front. A tight, bright red knitted top completed the top. It bared my shoulders but covered most of my arms. The bottom rode up above my naval. She gave me a matching red mini-skirt made of an elastic material that hugged me all round. While I was dressing in these, she pulled on a pair of shiny silver hot pants and a white mans shirt that she only buttoned once in the middle before tying the ends together, leaving her breasts swinging free and open to view as she moved, and her naval, like mine, uncovered. She retrieved the stilletto heeled boots she had worn earlier and pulled them on. She looked at me, then motioned me to the table. She started to apply make-up to my face, telling me what she was doing as she went, and showing me what was used to do what. She looked at my made up face, then went back to the cupboard, coming back with a wig of long blonde hair. She settled it over my head and carefully brushed it, before tousling it slightly and gathering it loosely at the back in a band. She then turned to the mirror and started doing her own make up, again saying what she was doing and letting me see what she used to do it. She used a very dark red lipstick, big eyeshadow, and rouged her cheeks to accentuate the cheekbones. She achieved perfectly the tramp look she had worn earlier. The mirror showed me that I was wearing the same look. Finished, she went back to the cupboard and pulled out a pair of shiny vinyl boots. Initiation to Sexual Adventure Ch. 02 "I hope these fit you – it will be the perfect look." She undid the long zippers and I forced my foot into the base. Like my sister's boots, it was very snug but not uncomfortable. She zipped it up, and we repeated the process with the other one. In front of the mirror I looked cheap and available, suspenders and white fishnets showing below the skirt and above the thigh high boots. She stood beside me and we looked like sisters, cheap and ready to do trade. As I watched the reflection, she turned and kissed me. In the mirror, two sexy girls were kissing, and I could feel my cock straining in it's restrictive pouch. The boots were sending me crazy – the restrictive casing of my legs and the four inch spike heels were so sexy. "I'll have to straighten our lipstick now. And I think we had better loosen you up, too." I didn't know what she meant. We went back to the table where she used a tissue to remove the lipstick and then reapplied it. I was growing to love that feeling of rubbing my lips together to spread the lipstick evenly. She asked me to stand with one leg on a chair, as I had the last time. No blow job this time though. With my pushing, she pulled the plug from my arse, and then liberally coated her fingers with lubricant. She inserted one, then two fingers into my stretched hole, then widened them and worked in a third finger. She replaced the plug with one a little larger, about the size of the one the Master used. This she slipped in and out until I was accommodating it quite easily. She then used one another ¼ inch bigger. There was nothing exciting about this for me. She was very matter of fact about it, and made no attempt to arouse me in any way. I was just hoping she wasn't working me up to the one she wore. She inserted and removed the bigger one a few times before leaving it in and pulling the back of the panties into place. She looked around, then started to tidy things up, obviously waiting for him to reappear. Within minutes, the far door opened and closed. "Sluts. Here, now." We went out. I followed her, trying to copy her posture, but the heels made me sway my hips excessively, even after I remembered to walk on my toes. I arrived in the centre of the room and joined her on our knees in front of him. "Stand." We stood. I could see us in the mirror. He was wearing the studded leather pants again, but no top. Beside him, in the heels, we looked thin and slutty. "Very good. True holes for sale. How much for a piece of you, slut?" He gripped my arm and pulled me to him. I had learnt not to speak. His face came close to mine and his lips pressed hard at me. As he kissed, I kissed back, pressing hard against him with my face and body. His hand found my buttock and squeezed, bringing back all the pain of the whipping, but again laced with that tinge of pleasure. "A true whore." He pulled away, and pulled her to him, this time inserting his hands beneath her open shirt and cruelly rubbing both breasts hard. I saw her react as I had, pushing at him, mouth working at his. "Whores who will do anything for money. Will you do it to each other, you sluts?" He thrust us together, and as we kissed, he prodded and squeezed us. "A couple of lezzie sluts, feeling each other up." I felt her hand lift the back of my skirt and her finger start to rub up and down my crack. My hand found a breast, remembering to squeeze and rub hard as I did so. She moaned into my mouth as I did, digging a hand of fingernails into the skin above my artificial tit. The pain was sharp, but mingled with the excitement not unpleasant. I heard him undo the front of his trousers, and felt him behind me. She moved aside so only the table was in front of me. When I looked to her, her eyes were glazed with excitement, no longer caring for me, only for what was happening. He used the bulk of his body to push me forward, the middle of my thighs colliding with the edge of the table. I could feel his erection against my lower back. I felt the palm of his hand between my shoulder blades and he pushed hard, forcing me face down over the table, all his weight on the hand, grinding my chest into the tabletop. I felt him slide my panties sideways with his other hand and then grip the plug, slowly pulling it from the well lubricated hole. The stretch caused by me bending had tightened the hole, and the plug felt like it was splitting me open. I cried out, partly from the pain and partly from fear, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. With his weight still heavy on my spine, he moved slightly away and then gave my buttock a very hard slap. I bucked and cried out again. "Shut up slut, or I will give you something to really yell about." My ass was stinging from the belt and the slap. He hit me again, and this time I managed to keep the noise to a very quiet groan. The next one I managed not to make a noise at all. He moved closer again. I felt his fingers at my hole, introducing first one, then two, not gently. He moved them in the same circular motion she had used, stretching my ring painfully. His hand left me and the fingers were replaced by his cock. It felt massive against my tender hole. His head pressed against me, not forcefully but insistently. The pain was incredible as it stretched me and there was momentary relief as I felt him slip through the ring. Unlike the finger or the plug, the entry only brought partial relief. His thick shaft continued to stretch me. My whole being was concentrated on that pain, that stretched feeling. Then he pushed further. I was caught between heaven and hell as he forced himself into me. The pain was becoming confused with excitement. He slowly pushed until I could feel his legs against mine and he bent around me so all of his body touched mine, he was as far into me as he could be. His weight was heavy on me as he pulled my hips towards him with both hands, grinding all the way into me. "Slut," he breathed heavily into my ear. He continued to pull back at me and grind his hips against me, not thrusting in and out but keeping me entirely full. The pain had subsided and I found myself pushing back at him. He must have felt that as he withdrew slightly and then came back at me again, hard, driving my legs against the table, his chest hard against my back, and his hips into my butt. The breath went out of me. I looked up, across the table, at the section of mirror that had been left uncurtained. I saw him, large and powerful behind a smaller female figure, bent over the table and obviously being fucked from behind. To the side another slut looked on, with eyes fixed on the scene, lips parted in excitement, hand below the level of the table. The whole scene was so erotic I felt my cock start to harden despite the pain. He withdrew further and came back again, deliberately slamming me, letting me feel his power. As he withdrew yet again, I waited until his thrust started and pushed back, saving my legs and chest some of his force. Soon he was pounding me with larger strokes and I was pounding back, relishing the feeling of him heavy on me. He paused, buried in me, and his weight shifted from me. "Push yourself up, take your weight on your hands, slut." I leveraged myself up on extended arms. He put both hands on my hips and pulled my ass against him. Standing erect, he started to fuck me properly, full strokes controlled by his hands on me. Twice he came right out, and I felt the gaping loss of his cock from my hole. Then there would be a moment of delicious pain as he re-entered and bored in again. My cock had come free of the restraining panties and I suddenly realised that I was coming. My spasms must have set him off because he suddenly threw his weight forward and pushed me hard against the table, all his weight grinding him into me. I could feel him shooting and throbbing inside me, and his breathing was loud and harsh. I could hear her too, and I looked sideways to see her frantically fingering herself inside her hotpants while she watched. When he finished he rested against me, recovering his breath. Then he suddenly withdrew and slapped me hard on the ass. "Clean me." I immediately turned and sank to my knees, taking his softening member into my mouth and cleaning it. As I did so I could feel his fluids running out of me, something I was helpless to stop initially, until I remembered the muscle contraction that closed the ring. "That's enough". I stopped and sat back on my heels, head down, exhausted. "Stand." I stood as quickly as I could, and perched unsteadily on the heels. He walked around me. "I see you have some lessons to learn about keeping your hole shut." He said as he traced a finger up the trail of fluid on my leg. He offered his finger to her, who licked it eagerly. He suddenly held her jaw in his hand, tight. "I saw you playing with yourself, slut, taking too much pleasure in the deflowering. Get down and clean this mess up." She sank to her knees and obediently started lapping at the cum on the floor. He reached across and took the belt from the table. He gave it to me and nodded at her. I took aim at her silver covered ass, pointed up in the air, and brought the down across her. The end whipped around and caught the back of her leg, causing her to stiffen and cry out. He bent over and pulled the hot pants down her legs, exposing the naked flesh. "Too soft, dog. Harder." I used more strength, probably using about half the total strength I could have put into it. She flinched but continued licking. "Unless you do it harder, I will whip both of you." I gave it three quarters, watching the belt sink into her flesh, seeing her move forward under the blow, moaning. "One, for playing with yourself. Come on dog, keep going. Two, for coming without permission. Three, for being a cheap slut." I was giving it a little more each time, enjoying the power and the way she squirmed and moaned beneath the lashes. "Four, five and six for missing some of the mess." Now I was full power and she cried out on all three of these. "Look, slut, see how your sister slut finds it exciting to beat you." As she looked up, I looked down, surprised to find myself fully erect again, fluid still seeping from the end of my cock. "Clean him." She knelt before me and started licking my boots and legs, moving behind me to clear the rest of it, before he bent me and she licked and sucked at my hole. As I bent I noticed he too was erect. He went behind her and pulled the plug from her ass. He pulled her up by her hair and turned her, her red ass facing me, three very red raised welts standing out amongst the other marks. The hot pants slid to her ankles and she kicked them off. She bent slightly, and at his command, I entered her ass, pushing fully in without thought of the pain that had recently been caused me in that area. She cried out. He straightened her and pushed us back a step so I was against the table. I put my hands on her tits, squeezing hard, and pulled her back so she was available to him. He entered the same way I had, straight in, no hesitation. Again she cried out, and he started plunging in and out like an animal, I could feel him thumping against me, buried in her ass. Soon her breathing changed and I could feel her responding to him, causing her to ride me. He lasted a long time before he suddenly withdrew. She bent and took him in her mouth, and with a couple of thrusts he started to cum. "On the floor." She pulled off me and lay face down on the floor, legs apart. "Fuck that ass, dog." I knelt between her legs, positioned my cock in her opening, and pushed forward. I was taking my weight on my arms, but his boot in the middle of my back told me to put all my weight on her, pressing her down. I lay heavy on her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming up into her, my hard fake tits pressing into her back. She was pushing back, trying to rub herself against the floor, when I felt myself about to cum. I looked up and he nodded, so I thudded into her and let it explode out of me. "Up dog." I stood, and she rolled over breathing heavily, pulling her knees apart and up. "Lick her." I dived into her mound, licking her juices and finding her hole with my tongue. Her hands came over my head and guided me up, moaning yeses each time I found the ring on her clit. I concentrated on that, and her hands pulled me tight down while she bucked against me, juices pouring out of her as she came, gasping, moaning, crying out. His hand on my shoulder pulled me up, and turned my face to meet his lips. His strong probing tongue entered my mouth, seeking to share her juices. I pushed against him, still feeling a desire to please him, to share myself with him. His hands slipped down to my hips, pulling me towards him, and again I felt a physical response. "The never ending wonders of youth" he said as he felt me harden. He kissed me again softly and released his hold on me, moving to his wife. "You are a true slut, Girl, I can see your lust in your eyes." Although flat on the ground, recovering, her eyes were wide open and aware, her lips parted slightly. "Although Toy has managed to learn very quickly, I think you still require some training. This will show Toy the true depths of your depravity. Stand." She rose and stood unsteadily on the heels. Her face was taking on what I was starting to think of as her mask of lust. Her lips were parted and her breathing was audible. Her eyes started to glaze as if she was looking out seeing something else. I looked at her body, the uncovered nipples were erect and there was a flush to her skin. "She knows what is coming, look at her lust for it." He reached forward and pulled sharply upward on the chain between her clitoris and naval. It must have hurt but she merely released a sigh of pleasure. He walked through to the cupboard in the other room and returned with a toolbox he placed on the table. Unbidden, she shrugged the shirt off and placed her hands out in front of her. He took from the box a pair of wide leather cuffs joined by a chain. He strapped the cuffs to her wrists. Going again to the box, he returned with another set of wide cuffs, connected by a steel bar that he extended to about twenty inches. He attached these to her legs, just below the knees, forcing her legs wide. The insides of her thighs were moist from her excitement. From her front, he reached between her legs with one arm and around her with the other, lifting her as he straightened. He walked a little way to the centre of the room and stopped. Lifting her slightly higher, she raised her arms over her head and the chain between the cuffs looped over a hook in the ceiling. He let her down slowly until she was suspended from the hook, her forcibly parted feet about a foot from the floor. Moving towards me, he left her swinging slightly. "Remove her boots and tidy yourself up." I hurried towards her and did as I was told. Her spread legs showed her enlarged clit and flaps, wet with her moisture. I looked in the large mirror. My false breasts were askew under the top, and my skirt had ridden up on my hips. My cock poked out of the panties. I tucked myself in, pulled the skirt down, and straightened my top. My lipstick was gone and my cheeks were smeared with his and her juices. Amazingly, the wig was still perfectly in place and looked much as she had set it. I turned, stood and looked and admired her body, stretched out as it was, still looking strong and beautiful. I was surprised at how arousing her being like this was, looking so completely available, vulnerable. "Excited, Toy?" I hadn't even heard him cross the room – from behind me his hand found my now encased balls and squeezed, hard but just short of too much pain. "Good, I think you might enjoy this." He moved in front of me and looked at me. "You need to fix your makeup and tidy that hair. Do it while I set the equipment up." I looked at her, but her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged. I would get no advice there, so I turned to the bathroom and the makeup. I took a damp face flannel and wiped away the juices on my face, careful not to touch my eyes, which were still looking good. I took the blusher brush and shook it hard as she had, then gently brushed it across my cheeks as she had. I felt more confident with the lipstick, using the same colour she had. I had to use the mirror, and was caught in that wonderful moment where applying lipstick becomes an erotic pleasure in itself. I felt my cock strain against the panties, growing back between my legs. I didn't know what he meant about the hair, I thought it looked as it was when we started, but he obviously wanted something else. I took the band off and let it fall free. I looked in the mirror and it looked a little silly. I went looking for the brush on the table to see if that would help when I saw the packet her stockings had come from. They were modelled on a tall blond holding a whip, obviously from a fetish catalogue or store. The blond's hair was pulled back tight against her scalp, making her look severe. I turned to the mirror and held the wig hair back in the same way. It didn't make me look severe but it did look sexy in a sporty girl way. Combined with the slut look it was quite a package. I would try that. I walked back into the long room to the sound of sharp slaps. He was standing behind her using a piece of thin electrical flex, firmly whipping her back with a slow rhythm, working from top to bottom. Each stroke left a thin red diagonal mark and he had made a ladder down her back. With each impact her body arched slightly forward and a grunt of breath escaped her lips. He was timing his impact with her swing, catching her as she swung back. He did not use the flex on her already red cheeks, but stopped when he had completed the descent. I knelt before him, eyes to the ground. As I lowered myself, I saw he had a huge erection. "Stand. Arms above your head," he said as he moved behind me. I did as I was told. He circled, looking me over. "You are learning well. I have another lesson for you." He continued to walk as he talked. As he finished speaking the flex whistled and caught me on the flesh just above the skirt. It felt like he had cut me open with a knife, and I cried out involuntarily. "Just so you know what Girl is enjoying. Come and help me." His fingers touched my face and I realised he was wiping away the beginnings of tears. My back still stung but now was taking on a heat across the welt. He had placed some objects on the floor in front of her. A wooden box with four wires that ended in small alligator clips. On top of the box were two dials and two lights, a red one of which was lit. Beside the box were a metallic butt plug and a slightly bulbous dildo, twelve inches long and at least six round at the thin end. Both had a small flange on the bottom. There was also a small plastic box. "Insert the toys, plug first." They were solid metal, quite heavy. I walked behind her and found her ass between her cheeks. She was very wet from sweat and juice, but I ran the plug between her legs to get it properly lubed before nosing it into the hole. I put an arm between her legs to stop her swinging away as I pressured it in, feeling it slip quickly as it passed the bulge. The wide flange kept her cheeks apart. I returned to the front, picked up the dildo and rubbed that across her moisture. A slight groan escaped her lips, and her juices seemed to run freely for a second. As I slowly inserted the dildo, she started shaking, and it took me a while to realise she was having small orgasms. Eventually she subsided, and the dildo seemed to find a natural resting place with an inch and a half poking out of her. He took the four wires, and attached one to the butt plug and one to the dildo by clipping them to the flanges. He attached the other two to her nipples, inside the rings, and I winced as the clips bit into her. He went to the box and turned one dial. The red light started flashing, and the further he turned, the slower it flashed. When it was blinking about once every two seconds, he turned the other dial. The green light started flashing and a small sound came from her. I looked, and each time the light flashed, she gave a small tremor. He turned the second dial more, and the tremor became a spasm, accompanied by a small cry. Initiation to Sexual Adventure Ch. 02 He stood and turned to me. As he stepped closer I leaned forward, and he took me to him, crushing me against him, hot on my face and mouth. I answered him with all my mouth and arms, tongue to tongue, hard crushed lips. His hands gripped at my still sore butt, driving his fingers in, pulling me hard against his stiff cock. My own cock was straining in the panties. I wobbled on the heels as he pushed me back on them, then drove myself back at him. It was a raw, animal passion accompanied by her rhythmic cries. He broke loose and looked at me, the lust was in his eyes too, but not like hers. His was not a lust of surrender; his was related to strength and power. He picked up the flex and went behind her. This time he stood on the other side and made the diagonals in the other direction, creating a lattice of welts on her back. He timed it to land between the jolts of electricity and I watched as she would spasm and cry then arch and grunt. I was watching her breasts shake and move when she started a totally differently spasm, her cries now a continuous moan and her stomach muscles and the insides of her thighs started rippling. He had reached the bottom of her back again and stopped whipping. She continued her orgasm as he reached me. He had more of the lust in his eyes now, his cock looked huge. To my surprise he reached out and pulled my wig off. He grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it up over my head, baring my torso. I saw myself in the mirror, a boy in lipstick and a red mini shirt, stockings and boots. Then he pulled the skirt and pants down and I stepped out of them. Now the mirror showed my erect cock as well. The image was very erotic to me; I had come a long way in two weeks! Her moans were still coming as he moved to the box. He turned the current down to a small amount and her spasms ceased. He motioned and I went to him. He unclipped the electrodes from her nipples and without hurry turned and attached them to me by pulling out my nipple and clipping them straight on. The sharp metal clips dug in, and as the second one bit I felt the first small jolt of electricity, a tingle every two seconds. He went to the box and turned the dial, the current increased slightly, and the tingle became a small jolt which made my body involuntarily jerk. Girl moaned softly. He turned in down and came back. He lifted my head and kissed me again. His hands reached down, and I felt one stroking my cock. I felt his other tugging at my right nipple, causing the clip teeth to dig in and scratch at me, but I was again in that place between pleasure and pain. His hand left my cock as he pulled from the kiss. His eyes were complete lust now, I was his object and nothing else. "Look at me." I looked into his eyes. He leaned forward, eyes open, and licked at my lips. I responded with my tongue. His face was the mask still. "On the floor - on your back," he added as I knelt. The surface was cool beneath my skin, but that feeling went as he turned up the electricity. I couldn't help my body spasming as the jolts hit me, and I could hear her starting to moan louder. He bent and grabbed my feet, pulling them. He knelt between my legs and pulled my butt up, pushing his swollen cock down so it rested against my arse. He leant forward and again I felt him enter me, huge and hard, mixing the pain with the jolts and the burning in my nipples. His cock pushed up in me, and I felt that huge pleasure of having your prostate stimulated. My whole body was physically aroused and assaulted. Her moans, the electrical jolts and uncontrollable spasms, and his filling me became one huge mass of sensation. I felt him pulling on the other nipple, and the sensation of more deep scratching. He drove up in me, and as he reached across to the box, added more current. Even my anus was spasming. I could hear her moans reach a fever pitch and become a steady cry of pleasure. His thusts slowed. He didn't drive one quickly, but pushed it up very slowly. It took two jolts to get through, at the end of which I was both screaming and coming across my stomach in great convulsions and spurts. This set him off and I felt him erupting as he threw himself hard into me, my spasms keeping him coming for some time until he finally pulled away. He reached across and switched the electricity off, then stood, looking down at me. I knew what to do. I unsteadily brought myself to my knees and cleaned him with my mouth, lapping up the remainder of his juice, licking his cock and balls and stomach and thighs clean. I stood and offered him my mouth, which he took. As he pressed against me, I felt the clips and the sensations blazed across my mind. He pulled away and gently unclipped the leads. "Clean her while I tidy." I moved to her. A large puddle had formed beneath her, and I started at her feet, slowly licking up her legs and drinking in the tastes. More fluid slid down as he removed the plug and dildo, and I spent some time carefully drinking her sweet nectar as he removed her clips and then her leg irons. I was licking her clit and her legs came up behind my head and pulled me closer, another small orgasm shuddering through her. Finally, he lifted her off the hook and gently let her regain use of her arms and legs. He carefully cleaned her breasts and as he did so he turned to me. "Look at you. True wanton, lustful slut. I think you have the making of a true sexual adventurer – you find excitement in the sex itself, in the physical sensation, any physical sensation." He looked at his wife. "Girl, you are such a pain slut. You will be very uncomfortable at your dance studio tomorrow, every stretch will remind you of today, yet I know you will come home with a dripping crotch. You are both quite exhausted. I will be back in one hour to give you a chance to clean up and to see if you should be released." We fell to our knees. He turned and walked out. Initiation to Sexual Adventure "Do it on your knees, sissy, so you can see what a real cock looks like." He released me and I sank down and reached forward and pulled the zipper of his jeans down. A large bulge was showing to the right of the zip. "Undo the belt." I fumbled the buckle undone and then the button. There was no underwear, just a bush of black hair and a large curved, tight shape. "Free it, bring it out." I touched another mans cock for the first time, feeling the silky texture and the hardness of the bent over shape as I tugged it up and out. As it came free it sprang forward and slightly down, poking eight inches in front of him, at the same level as my chin. It hardened as I watched, a circumcised head about the same size as mine, but broadening behind this thickly. This was not exciting me at all – I didn't want anything to do with it, but my hand started moving, slowly drawing the skin down to the base, and then squeezing harder as it came back towards the head. It was solid, but flexible and warm. "You've obviously had practice," he said, bringing me back to the real world, "but it's time for you to learn new things." I waited, fearing what I might hear. "Lick my cock, sissy." I hesitated, purely out of confusion that I should be asked to do this, and my inability to translate 'lick' into something that made sense. A hand came round and grabbed my hair, hard, and pushed my face forward. My lips touched the head, and I somehow managed to push my tongue out to touch it. The hand moved my head up and down, side to side, gripping harder all the time. The pain was excruciating, he was going to pull my hair out. I licked harder and opened my lips further to get at the cock. He loosened his grip slightly but pushed my head forward, so more of his cock came into my mouth. "I'm going to fuck your mouth. You have to try to use your lips to keep some pressure on the shaft, without your teeth touching it. As my cock goes further in, you will need to poke your tongue further out along the base." His grip on my hair relaxed and he instead cupped the back of my head with both palms. He started to thrust gently at my face, each time just a little bit more. My lips were dry and I could feel his skin chafing at them, I hurriedly tried to lubricate them on one of his out strokes. I could taste the saltiness of his precum, and my mouth started to fill with saliva as I pushed my tongue out with his in strokes. Soon I could feel him starting to pressure the back of my mouth. I could feel a weak gag reflex but the way he was very slowly introducing himself into me was not making me choke. My mouth was awash with saliva and his precum, and I automatically slurped and swallowed. "Sissy boy, you are a born cock sucker." He was obviously waiting for my mouth to fill again, and as I swallowed again he pushed that little further and I felt him in the back of my throat. I was breathing hard through my nose, and I could smell his musky scent and feel his hair against my nose. Now his strokes became a little fuller each time, and I felt his belly hard against my nose and the banging of his sac on my chin. My mouth was wide open, the base of his cock was about six or seven inches around. He was fucking my mouth! He pulled my head right to him, and stopped thrusting. I could feel him releasing his cum into my throat, the warm liquid sliding down, the pulsing of his cock against my lips and tongue. I swallowed as hard as I could, as he seemed to empty huge amounts into me. He held me there, tight against him, while his cock slowly went soft. I worked it around in my mouth with my tongue, sucking at it and tasting the cum, not really thinking about what I was doing. "Very good, sissy, you are a quick learner." He pulled himself from me and rubbed the top of my head. I sank back on my heels and looked down – what had I just done? I came more alert as I heard a car come into the yard, it's tires crunching on the gravel. He unhurriedly put his soft cock back in his jeans and fastened them. He stared at me for a moment, smiled, then went to the door leading to the implement shed. I thought this was my chance – I would get dressed, and go outside while whoever was there was watching, says thanks for the help, and ride off. I got to my feet, and was reaching for my jeans when I heard his voice, still cold and commanding. "Girl, here." Who was he talking to? I was attempting to straighten out my pants when he continued "Don't even think about getting dressed, sissy." Mrs Thompson came into view as she passed the window, but she didn't look in, staring fixedly at her husband. He came back into the room and waited for her. I stood huddled with my jeans in my hands in front of me, wondering what he was doing. Mrs Thomas came into the office. I had met her before on our occasional trips out here, and also when my sisters did ballet, as she ran a dance academy in town. She had the very upright posture of a dancer, and was always impeccable in appearance. Her dark auburn hair was pulled tightly back in a bun, and she had on only the faintest hint of makeup on a face with high cheekbones and dark eyes. Her figure was one that I had often seen in leotards as she took dance classes. It was long legged, muscular and tight, with breasts that were nicely proportioned to her 5'10 frame. Today she was wearing a long, light cloak buttoned at a high collar. She came into the room, her eyes passed over me without registering, and she knelt before him. What was happening here? "Stand." She stood, looking at his chest. "Undress." What!? I didn't have a clue what was happening. She immediately unbuttoned the collar and the top few buttons and let the cloak slip off behind her. She was dressed in a dance teachers outfit, very tight fitting, long arms and legs, with heeled pumps in a matching purple shade, again with a high collar. She toed the shoes off and reached behind her, pulling a zipper down. She peeled the costume forward off her arms and down her legs. She had nothing on underneath! I couldn't help myself, I stared. This was the closest I had ever been to a naked woman. Yet she wasn't quite naked. Around her neck was a sort of choker, made of a silver cloth, and on her nipples and in her belly button were small rings. These were things I had never even heard of, let alone seen before. As I watched, she reached down between her legs and with one finger hooked a fine silver chain out. After she had pulled out 12" of chain, it tightened as she pulled and then two small metal balls came out. She unwrapped a lot of chain from the balls, and then reinserted them. She took the chain, passed it through the belly button ring, separated it into two strands and passed one through each nipple ring, and then held the ends out. "Master" she said, "I am yours." Her voice was husky and rounded with slight English accents. He took the ends from her and fastened them to the collar. By this stage I had completely forgotten about my own circumstances and was standing with my mouth half open and my cock hardening. He pulled out on the chain and I could see the pressure pull the nipple rings out, and as my eyes travelled down I could see that the chain went through a ring between her lower lips. He tugged up and a small sound escaped from her mouth, sort of like a sigh but tinged with an element of pain. "Girl, come and see what I found today." For the first time, her eyes rested on me. No expression crossed her face. "He was already dressed like this when I found him, and he has proved an able cock sucker." I was about to die of shame. "Straighten up, Sissy." The voice had an edge to it that caused me to involuntarily do what I was told. "Nice body, but needs some work on the dressing, I think." he said. "We do not have much time today, but he will soon be mine whenever I wish. I want him to know his potential. Dress him quickly for me, do what you have to." He turned and left the room. What did he mean by I would soon be his whenever he wanted? "Yes Master," she said watching him leave, "come with me sissy." She walked toward the stairs. "You've got to help me," I said "he forced me to suck his cock, he took photos, he threatened me." I was again near to crying. "He is a good Master, sissy. You have to think about him finding you already dressed like that and what that means. There is no way out for you – you have to do what you are told. You heard him tell me to do what was necessary? I can hurt you too. Come with me." The last words were delivered with all the strictness of the ballet teacher, and the look on her face changed from understanding to very hard. My hopes sank as I followed her – I was fully beaten by her words. She walked, erect and naked, in front of me up the stairs. I couldn't help but notice her muscular legs and tight backside. As she walked I caught sight of her labia between her thighs. She opened the door to the upper room and paused as she reached for a light switch. She stood aside as I stepped into the room and closed the door behind us. The dimly lit room ran the width of the office space below, and what seemed to be the whole depth of the building. Perhaps 20 foot by 40 foot. The black floor felt like it was covered in a solid rubbery substance. Along both long walls were long red drapes, one set of which was drawn about 10 feet in the middle, revealing a ballet barre backed by a mirror that went about 8 feet up the wall. In the centre of the room was a huge table, easily 12 feet long and 6 feet wide. It was topped with the same substance as the floor, and surrounded by chairs. At one end was a huge chair, with a back that was about 8 feet tall. "Come." Her voice interrupted my look around the room, and I followed her bare back around the table to the far end of the room. She opened a door which I hadn't seen, it appeared to be part of the back wall, and motioned me through into a much brighter room. This room was as wide as the other but only about 10 feet deep. At one end was a tiled area with an open toilet and shower. At the other end was a set of cupboards, one door of which had a full-length mirror. Between stood a small table against the wall and a couple of chairs. "Let me look at you." I turned, not knowing where to look as I stood within an arm's reach of her naked body. The collar she was wearing was actually made of a silver metal mesh, with a ring at the centre front. I couldn't help but follow the chain down and look at the rings through her nipples. Again, despite the circumstances, my cock started to grow. Her hand reached out and cupped my chin, bringing my eyes up to meet hers. "You will have plenty of time to look at me, but we need to get you ready first, I think. Take your pretty things off and have a quick shower while I search out something." My mind was buzzing – plenty of time? Get me ready? When she said 'pretty things' I flinched with embarrassment. She saw that. "Look" she said, "you have a lovely body and for most males the feeling of women's clothes is something never experienced. Some men, like you, want to search out and try new experiences just because they feel good. Am I right?" I nodded. "And it does feel good, doesn't it?" I nodded again. "None of what you have done or might do in the search for pleasure makes you any less of a man. You are a budding sexual adventurer, and this is something to be cherished and nurtured, not something to be ignored. You are very lucky. If you serve well, the Master will help you achieve many adventures." I opened my mouth to say I didn't think I wanted any more adventures. "I didn't say you could speak. Go and have your shower, quickly." The strict tone was back in her voice and I started to do as I was told. Undressed and showering, I could see her looking in the space behind the mirrored door. By the time I had finished, she was standing at the edge of the tiled area with a towel. I reached for it, but instead she leaned over and started to dry me. I stood still as she thoroughly dried by hair, face, neck, arms and torso. She didn't even hesitate when she got to my cock, rubbing it with the towel and asking me to stand with my legs apart and then drying the rest of me. She then placed the towel on the floor and told me to stand on it. She knelt and dried my feet, including between my toes. "You need to be very dry to get into the things you want to wear." She was still kneeling, looking up at me, her head level with my waist. She smiled up at my and cupped my balls and cock in her hand. "You are a well built boy." Gently fondling me so I started to grow. She stood and took some powder from a shelf by the shower. "This will help the clothes slide on easier." She poured some on her hands and rubbed it over me, especially between my legs and under my arms. I was now fully erect. She led me to the chair and told me to put on the suspender belt and stockings laid out. They weren't the lacy suspenders I had been wearing, but plain, although shiny. I put them on and unrolled the balled stockings up my legs. She helped me adjust everything, each time stroking my cock and balls or my buttocks. Once, as she drew her hand up the line of my crack, her finger pushed harder and I felt it go over my asshole. When she was satisfied she handed me a plain but silky g-string, the pocket of which was quite small in width but continued as a pocket towards the back, and as I pulled them on it was obvious that, very tight as they were, my cock was not going to fit in. "As you prove yourself, the clothes will get more sexy. Now, face me and put your arms out." I did as she asked and she carefully pulled the long sleeves of a small piece of stretchy material up each arm. At the end of each arm was a small loop of material that fitted around my thumbs. She went behind me and carefully eased the material so it met behind my shoulders. As she fitted it I could see that it was a tight dark blue dress with two fitted breast pockets inside the front. I could feel the heat of her behind me, and when she leaned forward I felt her chained nipples against my back. She slotted the full length zipper together at the neck and asked me to hold the dress bunched together at the waist at the back. She guided my hand to the material and ran her hand over my backside as she walked to my front. "How big should you be?" she asked, more to herself than me. She walked toward the cupboard, and came back with a small bag. "Not too big to start with, you're young." I was standing there, in stockings and a dress bunched up at my waist, wondering what she was talking about. She chose two white shapes from the bag and walked behind me. Reaching under my arm, she placed one of the shapes against the breast pocket in the dress, and then the other on the other side. When they were in place she stayed, pressed against my back, letting me feel her body there, as her hands slipped lower across my stomach to my cock, bursting from the side of the g-string pouch. She fondled it gently with one hand while the other came round behind, and again I felt her finger rubbing gently against my ass. I had never felt this before and the sensation was at once shocking and thrilling. She pulled away and pulled the edges of the dress down before pulling the zipper fully closed. I looked down and saw that my body was that of a woman! I was in a dark blue dress that pulled tightly over two round breasts and down to my stockinged thighs. The only disturbance was the slight outline of the suspenders and the bulge of my swollen cock. I could already see precum starting to glisten through the fabric. I felt something settle and wriggle on my head as she put a wig on me. I could feel hair over my ears. She walked in front of me and told me to stand still. She quickly brushed my face with powder from the assortment of makeup on the table, and applied something to my closed eyelids. She asked me to push my lips out, then brushed them with a lipstick. She showed me how to rub my lips together, which I did, feeling the slippery lipstick feel for the first time. "Look at this." She walked to the cupboard and closed the door. I moved so I could see myself in the mirror. There was a teenage girl there, really sexy in a tight dress and stockings – with lipstick and eyeshadow and dark hair cut in a bob just above the shoulders. The dress, from a high closed collar to mid thigh, revealed an athletic girls figure. As I watched myself I moved to and fro, admiring the picture. A white hand slipped across the girl's front and placed itself on the bulge at the crotch. "Time to do something about this, I think." She knelt before me and pulled the hem above my cock. She pulled the tight g-string down and leaned forward to take me in her mouth. Another first, and this was sensational. She pulled away. "Now you know how you made Master feel." I drooped a bit at the thought but her mouth quickly cured that. One hand stole between my legs and the finger end started rubbing my ass again. She stood suddenly and led me to the chair. "Put one leg up on here, you can watch in the mirror if you like." I placed a leg on the chair and looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my hair, face and breasts, and my erection as she fossicked on the table behind me. "Now," she said, "time for another adventure. Are you ready?" Her mouth was next to my cock and it was all I could do to nod. "Good. Relax and enjoy, and then you will be ready for the Master to view." Her mouth encompassed me again, mixing the words Master and a sense of real pleasure. Her finger sought out my now exposed hole and this time it was cooler, and I could feel her rubbing a slippery jelly around it. As she moved her mouth up and down my shaft, the tip of her finger moved in time, in and out, each time a little more insistently. I could feel myself about to explode when she suddenly bit hard on my head. I yelled and looked down. She was smiling up at me "Can't have you coming too soon, can we." Suddenly, I felt her finger wiggling inside me. She had pushed it into my arse at the same time as biting me, and I hadn't noticed. It hurt, but it was also very exciting. Her mouth became busy again, and the finger moved insistently, first all the way in, and then in circles that stretched my hole. Sometimes she pulled it right out, and pressed it in again, and I experienced without pain that wonderful moment of entry. She gradually introduced a second finger – this was more painful, and it felt like it was stretching me to ripping, but as I got used to it and relaxed, it became a pleasure. Suddenly, I was going to cum. She felt this and easily slipped me right into her mouth, where I exploded. I could feel my ass gripping her fingers with the spasms. She swallowed all of me, sucking me dry and soft. Her fingers slipped slowly from me. "Let's see if you fit the panties now." She pulled them up and tucked my shrunken member down and under. The stiff cup and the tight fit made it seem like a girls pant. She stood in front of me. She took one of the fingers she had inside me and placed it in her mouth, slowly sucking it. She offered the other to me, and I sucked at it, tasting the bitterness of the jelly and myself. With her other hand, she reached down and stroked two fingers between her loins, bringing them away wet with her juices, again sucking one and offering the other to me. She tasted like nectar. Although I could feel myself growing, this time I felt restrained and I knew that there would be no unsightly bulge. I pulled down the sides of my dress and looked at the mirror. I was gorgeous! "Time." she said. I looked at her, but she turned away and walked to the door. I followed. She turned and looked at me, swore gently and ran to the cupboard, throwing it open and rummaging in the bottom. She came back with a pair of short boots with 3" spike heels. She knelt by my feet, had me lift a foot, and slipped one on. It was a bit loose, even when she had done up the zip. She shook her head and did the other one. Then she opened the door. "Practice walking in here until he calls you. The best way is to pretend you are walking on tip toes with a little bit of support. Try not to rest your weight on the heels unless you are standing still. Try to walk with a good upright posture, there is nothing sillier than a girl bent forward when walking in heels." Initiation to Sexual Adventure I walked towards the shower as she stood by the door, watching me. It was difficult in the fine heels but the tip toe approach made it easier. I had to grab at the shower as I turned as I had put weight on the heels and they stuck to the floor. By the time I walked back towards her I was a little more confident. She smiled at me, made a little kiss with her lips and turned towards the large room. By the time I got to the door she was walking towards him. He was standing by the large chair facing the side of the room. It looked like he was dressed in studded leather trousers and vest. She walked lightly to him, and knelt before him. She knelt erect but with her eyes down. "Stand". She stood and faced him. "I have prepared the sissy, Master. He is dressed and prepared for you, but I have not had time to instruct him fully in etiquette." He lifted her chin with his hand and looked into her eyes. "Let me see what you have done." He turned and faced me, "Come sissy, show me whether Girl has done a good job." I walked towards him, looking straight ahead, trying to walk on my toes, thinking I must be as good as possible. I stopped just short of him, not daring to look into his eyes, instead focussing on his chest area. He lifted my chin with his hand, staring at my face, inspecting the make-up. He backed off and walked slowly around me, one hand always touching or stoking an arm, my new breasts, cupping my buttock. As he came to my front, he reached down and lifted the hem of the dress, exposing the top of the stockings and my tight g-string. He brushed a hand across the front of the pouch. He walked behind me again, and lifted the back of the dress, so it was bunched around my waist. I felt his finger slide between my cheeks and rub fleetingly across my hole. I was surprised to find my cock starting to strain a little against the pouch, more so as his hand slipped lower and found the head, gently rubbing it through the tight material. As his hand came back up his finger was more insistent at my hole, and the lubrication allowed him to slightly insert the tip of the finger. He must have noticed that I pushed myself toward, not away from the finger, but he withdrew and walked to the front. "Straighten your dress, you sissy slut." I quickly pulled the hem down and covered myself. He turned to his wife. "Girl, I am pleased with the preparation and the dress. I am displeased with the boots, they are unsuited to the ensemble and are too large. You hurried too much over this." Her eyes went down and she nodded slowly. "I feel that a punishment is in order." She looked up at his face, her mouth slightly parted and her face a little flushed. "Yes Master. " She went to the table, on which a number of items were lying. She chose and brought to him a wide leather belt, then went to the back of the tall chair. She reached up and placed her hands through leather loops hanging from each side of the top, gripping the loop after her hands were through. Facing the back of the chair, she walked her feet out slightly, opening her legs, so her whole back was presented to him. Keeping the buckle of the belt in his hand, he walked to the other side of her, and without any hesitation took his arm back and brought it forward very solidly. The last third of the belt connected across her buttocks, the noise bringing a gasp of surprise from me and a squeal of pain from her. "Sissy," he said, looking at me, "this is what she gets when she displeases me. Learn the lesson now." Four more times he struck her, each time bringing a cry from her. As he finished, the welts from the first blows were showing. She unhooked herself, and turned. "Thank you, Master." He gave her the belt, which she returned to the table. As she walked she seemed to be pressing her legs together, and despite the tears down her cheeks, she had a funny sort of smile. She stood before him, legs slightly apart, breathing quite deeply. "Come here sissy, and I will show you how depraved a person can get." I walked to him on his command. His hand dropped between her legs and he brought his fingers up dripping with liquid. He sucked on one then held out the other to me. Obediently, without thinking, I sucked the moisture from it. "Feel how moist she is. She deliberately put you in the wrong shoes so she would be punished, and she did such a good job with the rest of you that I gave her the excitement of the pain she craves. This slut enjoys pain and is now desperate to come." I hesitantly pushed my fingers between her legs and for the first time touched a woman's lower lips. It was hot and slippery. "You will feel a little knob where the ring is, if you rub it, she will come." I found the ring and chain, and the clitoris beneath. I started to rub it. I could feel her stiffen and hear her breathing coming faster. After only a short time she stiffened and shook, small groans escaping from her lips. "Stop now sissy." I pulled my hand away. "She has only mildly displeased me, and she deserves some pleasure for her work in making you desirable. Prepare yourself, slut." Still trembling, she moved her hand down and delved between her legs. After a moment, her wet hands came back with the linked balls I had seen earlier attached to her chain. She turned and placed this on the table. Then, her back to us, she bent over the table, reached behind herself and placed her hand between her cheeks. I saw that there was a piece of plastic covering her hole. As I watched, she gripped this with her fingers and pulled. Her hole widened to about two inches across as she pulled a pear shaped butt-plug from herself. I had never seen such a thing before. "Mirror." he said. She walked around the table to the place where the drapes covering the ballet mirror had been pulled back. "Come sissy." I followed him, almost tripping as I had forgotten I was in heels and loose boots. In front of the mirror he stopped by the table and gestured for me to stand in front of him. "Do you like what you see?" I looked, and saw the dark haired girl in the tight blue dress, with a naked woman standing next to her, and a tall, handsome man behind. I nodded. As I watched, I felt him move closer to me, and in the mirror saw his arms encompass me. The naked woman's eyes met mine in the mirror, smiled and licked her lips. I felt and saw his hands move, one to cup a breast, the other to the girl's waist. His head moved forward and I felt his breath on my ear, then his lips as he kissed my neck. His hand rubbed my artificial breast, which in turn rubbed my nipple. I felt my nipple stiffen, something I had never consciously felt before. Below my waist, I could feel his fingers stroking the area just above my bent down cock, which was starting to strain at the restrictive thong. I watched his hand slowly gather the material and bring it up, revealing the thong, the suspenders and the stockings, all very feminine looking. His lips and tongue were still slowly tracing my neck, again something I had never had done to me and very pleasurable. I felt his hand cup the front of my pants, and shifted slightly to part my legs to give him better access. His hand slipped from there, across my thigh and around to my buttock. The mirror and the pleasure of his touch swept from my mind that this was a man assaulting me. I became caught in the pleasure, a victim of fleshy delights. His wife had prepared me well, as the pleasure she had given me with her fingers made me accept his as he found my anus. I again felt that delicious pressure and release of entry. He was gentle as he probed, and for the first time in my life, I experienced the sensation of my prostrate being stimulated. The hand on my breast moved up, and as he touched me inside, he turned my head and brought his lips to mine. I automatically closed my eyes, leaned back against him and responded. I felt his tongue against my lips and opened my mouth to receive it, a signal of complete submission on my part. His kiss was different than that of any girl I had kissed. His lips were rougher, he pressed hard against my mouth, more forceful than any of my adolescent explorations. His hand on the back of my head crushed me against him, and I pushed my tongue at his, concentrating entirely on the kiss, with only part of my mind aware of his finger sliding in and out of me. "Good", he said as he broke away. "A quick learner. I think it is time for another new experience." He reached down and pulled down on the waist of his leather pants. The whole front came away, exposing his semi-erect cock. A similar move at the back and he was standing in leather chaps. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down. I initially remained standing straight until his wife stood beside me and then knelt in front of him. I knelt too, although a little apprehensive. She turned and smiled at me as I knelt, then leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Like him, she was insistent, but much softer. Her tongue made it's way through my lips, her taste mingled with his in my mouth. She broke contact and turned and used her tongue to lick his cock. I did the same, trying to lick him and her. We met at the end of him, and kissed briefly before sliding back down to his body, almost but not quite kissing around his now rigid member. I felt her hand slide down my stomach and tug down my thong, releasing my now erect cock. "Now" he said after some time. She stood, but his hand on my shoulder kept me on my knees. He directed his cock to my mouth, which I opened and tried to take him into. I was conscious of her stepping over me, and as he pushed my head away, I was face to face with the front of her inner thighs. I watched in fascination as she reached down and directed his cock into herself, slowly lubricating it with her juices. "Use your mouth and tongue on both of us, Sissy" he directed. I went to work, licking him and her, using my tongue on the little knob my fingers had so recently worked on, then sliding down to lick his dangling balls. "Suck my balls – take them in your mouth." I used my hand to bring his sac forward, then sucked the hairy lump of one ball into my mouth. It was surprising, the hardness within the soft skin a very unusual texture. She was breathing heavily, and his cock was very hard. His hand again pushed my head away and he lifted her up a little and I watched the gleaming cock spring forward. Her hand caught at it and pushed it back. As I looked on from my position, she pressed her hips forward and directed the head to her anus. I saw her legs bend as she sat back, and saw her hand move the head slightly as she felt it press against her. Her breathing was loud and rasping as the head entered her, then there was a large sigh of relief as it pressed through. I watched his member disappear into her. "Stand. Sissy." I stood. He was leaning back on the table, legs slightly bent, with her impaled on her cock. Her eyes were glistening, with a solitary tear down her cheek from the recent pain, but her look and mouth were rapt in the pleasure, not the hurt. Her arms came forward and pulled me to her, and guided my cock to her wetness. I will never forget the enveloping warmth, the muscular hold, the slipperiness of that first time I entered a woman. There is no doubt in my mind that if I hadn't already come three times, the last one not long before, I would have exploded immediately. His hand reached around and cupped my buttock. As he moved I could feel his cock through the tissue which separated us. She grabbed at my head and started hungrily kissing me, the motions of her hips setting a rhythm for me to follow. A few seconds later her mouth left mine and her head started to thrash from side to side, her hips grinding furiously as she rode both cocks. Her skin was now shiny with perspiration, her breathing changed to little gasps, slight moans escaping and I felt her internal muscles start to grip me as they rippled. I started to feel myself building towards orgasm once again. His finger found the entrance to my arse but there was too much movement for anything else than that pressure and a slight entry. This sent me over the top and I spurted yet another load soon after she howled a climax. As she slowed I felt his movement more insistent as he took his weight from the table. I held her weight as he started fucking her arse. I remained inside her, feeling his movement against my semi-soft cock. His strokes became longer then he stopped, pressed right into her, and I felt him shudder and the pulsating of him inside her. "Knees, Sissy." His hand on my shoulder pressed me down as he pulled out, still spurting. I knew what I was meant to do, and I did it, I took his still pulsing cock into my mouth. I sucked at it as he finished himself, tasting his semen again, along with her juices from both sides, and that underlying bitterness of the lubricant. He was still swollen but he softened as he finished, which allowed me to take all of him again, finishing him and cleaning him as she had to me. "Now her. Drink from her." He pulled away and she leant back on the table, widening her legs. I went forward and started to lick her clean. Her hands found my head and pulled me hard against her. As I licked, my mouth open, my tongue went in her. I felt her push and then all my come came back at me, filling my mouth along with her juices. I knew I had to swallow and did so, continuing to clean her. She pushed me away and turned, offering me her anus. I hesitated slightly but then felt his hand on my head, so I went forward, using my tongue to clean her crack, tasting the musky difference from her honey. Again she tensed and pushed, and I opened my mouth and drank his come as she expelled it. There seemed to be a lot of it, and I cleaned the stickiness from her crack as she finished. His hand pulled me to my feet. She came to me and kissed me again, wanting to share in the tastes. I felt her tight body against me, and his behind me, as we kissed. Her hands reached down and pulled my cheeks apart, and again I felt his finger at my back door. He was gentle as he inserted one, then two, she kissing me and rubbing against me. I was afraid of what I thought was going to happen, but at the same time my cock was again swelling. His fingers disappeared to be replaced by something hard and cold. I felt this expand as it entered me – he was inserting a plug like the one she had pulled from herself. I felt like it was ripping me apart, then the pain went suddenly as I closed around the stem. I felt his hand circle my cock and gently squeeze it. "I think that is enough adventure for today. Girl, you will teach Sissy how to wash me, then tidy up and meet me downstairs." He walked toward the little room. She continued to kiss me and explore my mouth with her tongue for a while longer. Slowly, she broke contact with my mouth but kept kissing my face, moving towards my ear. "That was very good, Sissy, I am going to enjoy adventures with you." She whispered into my ear. "We will wash him in the shower, all of us naked, and then you and I will wash each other and clear up here." She eased out of our embrace, smiled at me, took my hand, and led me after him. I was hers, completely, more than I was his. As we walked, I could feel the plug inside me, solid and unyielding, the feeling enhanced by the way I had to walk in the heels. By the time we got to the room he was undressed and in the shower. She quickly took off my wig, and unzipped the dress. As I unfastened the suspenders and pulled down the thong, she knelt and slipped off the boots, then rolled down the stockings. I slipped off the suspenders. We went to the shower and he turned to us. She took a bar of soap and a cloth and handed the cloth to me. She rubbed soap on him, and I washed after her. We started at his shoulders and worked our way down. Our bodies often touched and I could feel her deliberately pushing against me sometimes stroking me with a hand. I no longer thought of touching him as something weird or uncomfortable, but as a sexual experience. When we got to his groin she knelt and I followed her lead. She took great care in soaping his cock, and running her fingers under him as he stood, legs astride. I stroked the soap off his cock with the flannel, pleased that I made it grow a little as I did. She moved behind him and soaped his crack. Then he turned and showed it to me. As I wiped the soap away, I was surprised to find that he, too, had a plug in him. As I watched, he reached down, bent over, and removed the plug, which was much smaller that the one she had removed, about an inch thick at the widest place and about three inches long. He dropped this on the floor of the shower and then put his hand behind my head, pulling me to him. At that moment, any last vestige of resistance left me, and I willingly bent forward and licked his hole, as I had hers. I felt her finger come up his crack and push at his hole and then slide away again. The meaning was clear – I stopped my long up and down the crack licking, and concentrated on the hole, pushing my tongue at it. To my surprise, I was able, with a little force, to push the tip of my tongue into him. He pushed back at me, and above the shower noise I could hear her moaning as she worked at his cock. After a few minutes his movements became more animated and I couldn't keep my tongue on him. Then his buttocks clenched and he was forcing himself right into her mouth. I watched as she sucked him dry, as I had earlier. Then, she washed his cock carefully with the soap, and stood. As I stood, she turned off the shower, and reached for a towel. Carefully, she dried him and wrapped the towel around his waist. He turned and strode out of the room. I heard the far door open and close. She turned and came to me. Still wet, she embraced me again, her face searching for mine. I opened my mouth as we kissed, and her tongue pushed some of his come at me. Her hand came up behind my head and forced me hard against her, as she shared his last load with me. I didn't care, and took everything. She took my hand and put it on her, and directed it to her breast. I carefully explored as we kissed, the first time I had ever had such access to a female. The rings and chains made it all a bit more exotic, but being able to touch a woman like this was heaven. Soon, however, she pushed me away and turned on the shower again. Quickly she handed me a piece of soap and started soaping herself as I did myself. I had barely rinsed off when she took the flannel, soaped it, and washed my face, removing the makeup. She turned the shower off, handed me a towel, and started drying herself. "I am not sure whether I like you better as a boy or a girl," she said as she watched me, "but you are very attractive as either." I blushed. "Hopefully I will get plenty of opportunities to see both again. But now we need to clean up and go to him." She went to the cupboards as I pulled on the panties. I had nothing else to wear and didn't want to put on the bra or other lingerie I had worn before, although I did pick them up. "Good, take those with you. Go and put them on the table in the meantime, and bring me the little balls and the big clean plug for my butt." She was putting the dress I had worn on a hanger and the lingerie in a bag as I went out. When I came back with the things she had asked for, she was standing by the small table. She took the butt plug from me and liberally lubricated it from a tube. She put it behind her, slowly working the point into position. She put the base on the edge of the table and sat back gently. I watched the looked of pain then release pass over her face as it entered. "Perhaps you can help with the balls." I moved forward as she leaned back and opened her legs wider. I felt her moistness with one hand and held the lips apart as I slipped the linked balls in. As I pulled my hand away I ran a finger over her still large clit. "Sissy, you are very naughty, but you have had enough of me for today." She took my hand in hers, and took my fingers to her lips, where she carefully sucked them. "Now, go to the table and put all the items there, except your things, in this bag." She handed me the laundry bag and gave me a small push.