The Surprise VacationThe Surprise Vacationby an unknown author and Tristmegistus1. Chapter – Innocent Beginnings”Did you take your vitamin, dear?” Ellen called from the bathroom.I rubbed sleep from my eyes and picked up the pill bottle, rolling a bigtablet into my palm. “My horse pill? I’m doing it now.””Have you noticed any difference yet?””Nah. Vitamins are pretty much all alike.” She’d gone on a minor healthkick a month before, insisting that I needed to lose a little weight andtake better care of myself. I hadn’t actually made it to the gym to workout like she was though.”Where’s my underwear honey?” I asked my wife, poking through my almostempty drawer. It was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwearhad been disappearing from my drawer over the last couple of weeks. Ithought nothing of it, figuring that she’d simply been too busy to dolaundry.”Something went wrong with the washing machine and it ruined everythingin the last load,” she said.”Well, what am I going to wear?”She emerged from the bathroom, dipped into her side of the dresser. “Here, put these on,” she smiled, handing me a pair of her pink satinpanties. “Now don’t give me any fake macho bullshit. I know you lovewearing my panties. In fact, I know you’ve secretly worn this very pairbefore.”I looked at her dumfounded. I thought that I’d successfully hidden myfetish from her. I’d been so careful.”C’mon, let’s put these on you,”she teased. I was beet red as I numblystepped into them and let her pull them up to my hips. She stroked my cockthrough the fabric, a lot like I often did. “Mmmm, I see that someonefinds this exiting. We may have to keep it like that.” I wasn’t sure whatshe meant by that remark, but was too embarrassed to ask. I hurriedly putthe rest of my clothes on, jeans and a T-shirt. She gave me a slightlydisapproving look and said, “Well, I need take you shopping and get somenew underwear for you, among other things.”I said, “Can’t you just pick up some for me? I want to look at thatwashing machine and watch the football game.”Since she absolutely despises football, this would normally have set heroff on a tirade, but surprisingly, she just smiled sweetly and said, “Don’tworry about the washer. I fixed it myself. Go ahead and enjoy yourfootball honey. I’ll get everything you need.”So while she was shopping, I lay on the couch stroking myself throughthe panties, embarrassed that my wife knew of my fetish, but relieved thatshe seemed so low key about it. The game turned out to be pretty boringand I thought about raiding her closet for something else to wear, but nowthat she knew, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I ended uptaking a nap. I woke up when she came home, loaded with bags from variousstores. I started to get up to help.”Just stay there, I’ll put everything away. What do you say that we goout for dinner?””That sounds like a good idea.””Great. But first, I have a surprise for you. Stand up and close youreyes.” I remembered that teasing look, that flirtatious tone. We hadn’tplayed sex games in a long time. In fact, we hadn’t done anything sexualin a long time. With a smile, I stood and did as she asked. The nextthing I knew, she pulled my hands behind my back and locked them with apair of handcuffs!”What’s this all about?””No comments from the peanut gallery,” she said as she put some sort ofgag in my mouth.Whatever it was filled up my whole mouth, all the way to the top of mythroat! As I explored it with my tongue, I realized that it was a penisgag. What was going on?”Now come along peacefully, or I’ll have to take further steps.” Withthat I followed her into the bathroom. She took my hands and tied a strapto them and pulled it up to the shower curtain, forcing me to bend over atthe waist. She then took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut myclothes off, ruining jeans I could have just stepped out of. It was allpretty kinky, even for Ellen’s sometimes bizarre moods, but except for theembarrassment of having something shaped like a penis in my mouth, itseemed harmless.”You won’t be needing those anymore,” she said, tossing the rags thathad been my jeans and tee-shirt down the laundry chute.She then took some shaving cream and a razor and proceeded to shaveevery bit of hair below my eyebrows. I definitely didn’t like the turnthings were taking, but fighting her while she stroked my most privateparts didn’t seem like a good idea – and there wasn’t a whole lot Icould do about it, anyway.”I think that since you like wearing panties so much, you should havethe experience of everything else that goes along with it,” she explainedas she worked over my underarms. “You’ll find that all of your old clotheshave been replaced with something more suitable for your new station. Ithink that about does it. Step in the shower and let’s rinse you off.”There was nothing I could do except slide the strap down the bar andstep under the water. I was bewildered. Surely she hadn’t really thrownout all my clothes! As she rinsed all of the hairy soap off of my body, myskin felt strange, tingly and oddly alive. She spent more time on myweirdly naked penis, making it swell again. She patted me dry all overwith a big, soft towel and spread skin conditioner all over me, dwelling onmy semi-hard penis.”Well that looks much better, but we’ll have to do something about yourfigure. That waistline will never do. You haven’t been losing enoughweight, darling. Follow me and we’ll take care of it.”As we walked into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laid out on the bed.There was a corset, panties, stockings, and a short dress. She began toput the corset on me, and said, “Your arms are in the way.” With that, shereached into one of the bags and pulled out a leather collar. She then putsome leather cuffs on my wrists, unlocked the metal ones, and quicklyhooked my hands behind my head to the collar.This was starting to get too weird. Our sex games had died out a yearor so before. I’d known she was curious about bondage and stuff, but hadlaid down the law and said no. I tried to talk around the thing in mymouth, but she ignored me. I was able to offer only tokenresistance as my arms were asleep and numb from being pulled up and backfor so long. Next, she started hooking up the corset and pulling the lacesin behind me. Soon I couldn’t breathe and still she was tightening thelaces.”Is that uncomfortable? Too bad. It’ll give you incentive to lose thatextra weight you’ve been ignoring, won’t it?” With a final savage jerk, shefinished adjusting the laces with a full knot. “I think you’ll have aninteresting time trying to untie that by yourself.”I silently agreed. It was more like being in a straight jacket thanlingerie. But there was an illicit thrill to it, despite my deepeningworry that she was going way too far with her fun.”Now let’s put some panties on you. Which pair would you like? Youdon’t care? That’s no way for a lady to show interest in her appearance. Iguess we’ll try this new pair of pink satin ones I bought you. Now youdon’t have to steal mine, love. Oh, my! You really look cute in them.”Next came a set of latex breast forms which she teasingly placed in thecorset’s half cups to fill out my chest. After that she rolled somestockings up each leg, hooked them to the garters on the corset, andsmoothed them out. She quickly admired her work while I tried not to, tooembarrassed for words, even if the gag hadn’t been in my mouth.”Let’s see how this dress I picked out for you fits.” With that shepicked up a shimmery peach colored dress and worked it over the tangle ofmy head and arms. As it fell over my breasts and hips it came down to onlymid-thigh.She looked at me with a grin on her face and said, “Don’t you lookadorable! You’ll have to be very careful and ladylike when you sit or bendover or the world will see your garters and panties. Only a slut would actlike that. If you act like a slut, I’ll have to treat you like one.”What did she mean by ‘the world will see you?’ I didn’t like theimplications in that statement.”Step into these shoes,” she said with the air of command, as she placeda pair of matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 in heel on the floor.I’d rarely dared to play with her high heels. They were a little tootight, but the real reason I usually avoided them was because they awoke inme a shame powerful enough to counterbalance the excitement of crossdressing. I found it was tremendously difficult to keep my balance with myhands fastened behind my neck.”Now it’s time for your makeup. I’m going to remove the gag, but Idon’t want to hear a single word or I’ll put it back in and leave it therefor a whole day.” Ellen gave me a look that indicated she clearly meant it.Well, I figured, we’ve gone this far, so why fight it. Besides,cosmetics were another thing I’d never had the guts to try, and I’d oftenfantasized about how I’d look. She spent the next thirty minutescompleting my makeup, going through foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, andmascara, adding a light blush, and finishing with a bright, deep roselipstick. She topped it off with a light brown shoulder length wig.”Now you can look at yourself,” she said as she led me to a mirror.I couldn’t believe it! A beautiful girl looked back at me. If she wasalone in a bar, every guy in there would hit on her. The dress had ascooped front almost to my breast forms, which were ample. It also showeda very flattering figure. No wonder I couldn’t breathe. Looking at thereflection in the mirror, the hemline seemed even shorter, at least sixinches above my knees.I heard a soft “click.” I turned around, and my wife was taking picturesof me!”You can’t admire yourself all day, sweetie. We’ve got a busy afternoonand evening ahead of us.”My heart sank. She was really going to force me to go out dressed likethis! I started to speak, wanting to talk her out of it, but she picked upthe cock-shaped gag and moved ominously toward me. I shut up. With that,my wife changed into a plain dress and fluffed her hair, not even botheringto use any makeup on herself, which was unusual. She noted my confusionand said, “I don’t want to steal any of the attention you deserve, honey.”She clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the garage. As sheopened the passenger door, I began to fight her. “Honey what are youtrying to -“She pushed me off balance, which wasn’t hard, and stuffed the gag backin my mouth, immediately strapped it behind my head. “I warned you! Nowyou’ll have to pay the price for disobedience!” She pushed me again and Ifell into the passenger seat. She buckled the seat belt.Bound as I was, with my hands behind my head, there was no way I coulddo anything but go along.As she drove us away, she said, “I know you’re dying of curiosity,sweetie, wondering what this is all about. It’s simple really. I noticedabout six months ago that my clothes and lingerie had been rearrangedalmost every time you’re home and I’m not. I started carefully marking myhangers and drawers to confirm my suspicions, and I can name every time yousnuck into something sexy and even tell you what you wore. Really, I don’tmind, honey. In fact, it really turns me on. So I’m going to make surethat you live your fantasy to the fullest. It’s really perfect, because MYfantasy is to dominate my husband completely and I’m going to act that out,too.”I couldn’t believe it! She must have caught on almost the very firsttime I gave in to the impulse to see if silky feminine clothes felt aswonderful as they looked. Well, the first time since I was a k**, anyway.”I’ve arranged for you to take a two week surprise vacation startingMonday. Your boss thinks that we’re going on a cruise.” She giggled. “Ina way, we are, aren’t we? For the next two weeks, you’re going to liveentirely as a female and follow my every command. If you give meany shit at all, I’ll send those pictures of you admiring yourself toyour boss and secretary. I think they’d get a good laugh from them, don’tyou? To get you ready for our little adventure, we’re going to the mall todo some shopping for your vacation.”I kept hoping it was all a joke. That any moment she’d turn the cararound, laughing at how she’d scared me, and we’d play for a while in bed,then it’d be over. But my guts were cold. I couldn’t talk myself intobelieving it’d happen that way. I knew she was dead serious. As we pulledinto the mall parking lot she said, “In case you’re having any thoughtsabout running away, remember that you don’t have any car keys, wallet ormoney. If you don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll leave you here to get backon your own.”She was right! Trying to get home without her, dressed like this,wasn’t an option. I couldn’t even think of hitchhiking. Cold sweat poppedout on my brow as I realized that I was stuck. I had to do what she said.I didn’t even want to think of what her plans were.2. Chapter – The MallI was terrified. There I was, tied into my car seat, dressed as a womanfrom high heels to wig, with my wrists handcuffed to a leather collararound my neck, for all the world to see. And my wife had driven me to theshopping mall to shop for clothes to complete my wardrobe. I wanted to cryout in frustration and terror, but there was a penis-shaped gag buried inmy throat. The excitement I’d felt at home was long gone.After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she turned to me andunlocked the collar, cuffs, and removed the gag from my mouth. “Now, can Itrust you to behave in here, or will I have to really embarrass you? Andby behave I mean do everything I say without question.”With a numb feeling in my stomach I said, “Yes honey, I’ll be good.””Wonderful! I know we’re going to have a marvelous time.”With that, she made me fix the lipstick the gag had smeared, and showedme how to powder my sweaty forehead. We got out of the car and walked intothe mall. The heels caused my hips to sway noticeably. I did my best tominimize it.She looked at me with a grin and said, “My, aren’t we calling attentionto ourselves!” and laughed merrily. “Our first stop is at the beautyparlor. We don’t have that much time, so today we’ll just touch up yourmakeup and do your nails. Your hair can wait until tomorrow. I’ve alreadymade an appointment for you.”The voyage through the crowded mall was tremendously humiliating. Ikept waiting for someone to recognize me, or see through the disguise mywife had applied and sneer at a man in a short dress and makeup. It wasalmost a relief to near the beauty shop. While I didn’t draw anyof the disgusted looks I was afraid of, I got way too much attention,and the appreciative smiles were almost worse than mockery would have been.We walked into the parlor, and she talked to the receptionist. “Hello.I called earlier for a ‘special appointment’ for Sheila.”A pretty brunette overheard and approached. “Hi! I’m Cindy andeverything is ready. Follow me please.” She led us past the filledstations into a back room. “Please have a seat here.” I looked at thechair and then my wife with some misgivings.”SIT DOWN! You heard what the lady said!” my wife commanded and shovedme into the chair. Before I could recover, she pulled two velcro linedstraps out of her purse and quickly strapped my arms to the armrests,rendering me completely helpless. “Now sit there quietly, or I’ll have totake further steps.”The stylist was trying, though not very hard, to cover a big smirk onher face.”Go ahead and start on her. I don’t think she’ll give you any trouble.How long do you think this will take?””For everything you asked for, about an hour and a half.””Good, I’ll be back then. I’ve got some shopping to do. If she givesyou any trouble, feel free to take whatever action you think isappropriate.” She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone with thestylist.”You aren’t going to make any trouble, are you?” she teased.I shook my head no, not trusting my voice. Sounding like a man would’vebeen too embarrassing, and I’d feel like a fool if I tried a false woman’svoice.”Too bad. I think I’d enjoy disciplining and humiliating you. You’reobviously into it. Maybe I should see if my boyfriend would look as goodas you do dressed up.”That definitely made me decide not to resist – as if I could haveanyway. I did my best to ignore her flattery, too. The last thing I wantedto do was look too much like a woman.”Debbie here is going to do your nails, and I’ll be giving you a lightmakeover. Your lady friend made a separate appointment for your hair fortomorrow.” She turned her attention to my face and began working me over asDebbie began my nails.Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face, and Debbie hadmockingly told me to remove my hose so she could do my toenails. The bandsaround my wrists made that impossible, of course, and I cringed as the girltouched me and did it herself. I kept my eyes closed, unable to face thechanges being made to me. The worst part was having my eyebrows pluckedinto shape. How could I hide that when the “vacation” was over?”This is a ‘light’ makeover?” I wondered to Cindy in a safe whisper,trying to joke. “How long does it take for a complete job?” I reallydidn’t want to know.At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping bag. “How are wecoming? Oh, she looks just darling!” she said as she grinned at me. Shethen bent over and admired my bright red toenails. Confirming that Debbiewas finished, she rolled my hose part way up and began diggingthrough a huge shopping bag.”What are you doing, honey?” I asked in a meek, gender neutral voice.”Oh, I didn’t think that those shoes were flattering enough, so Idropped into the Wild Pair to find you something prettier. I know you’rejust dying to wear them, but with that corset on I don’t imagine you canbend over far enough to strap them on.”That was an understatement! While I’d gotten used to taking shallowbreaths in the corset, there was no way I could bend that far down. Icouldn’t see what the shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in thechair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel than the other set.”There!” Cindy announced proudly. “That about finishes you. How areyou coming, Debbie?””Just a few minutes to let the last coat dry.” After about five veryuncomfortable minutes of listening to girl talk, she said, “That about doesit. Let’s stand up and have a look at you.”My wife then removed the velcro straps, freeing me from the chair. Istood up and almost fell. I looked down at my shoes. They were a pair ofcream ankle straps with at least a five inch heel. I could barely stand inthem. It was amazing what a difference an inch and a half made. I thenlooked in the mirror, for the first time, and almost didn’t recognizemyself. The person standing there was a short, truly beautiful, entirelyfeminine woman staring back at me with wide,shocked, expertly made up eyes! Her skin looked perfectly smooth andher lips were strikingly highlighted. I reflexively raised my hands to myface, not believing what I was seeing, and then noticed my nails. One fullinch long and a deep liquid red – exactly the color of my skillfullypainted lips and toes.My wife smiled approvingly at me and said, “Don’t they look lovely,Sheila?””Y … Yes,” I stammered, too shocked to lie. “They’re beautiful. Ican’t believe it!”As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, “By the way, I askedher to use a permanent set on the nails. You won’t be able to removethem.”I looked down at my hands in shock. How could you hide nails like that?What would I do at the end of the two weeks? I knew enough about it torealize that even if I cut them off, they’d be unnaturally thick.”Let’s go, Sheila, we’ve got plenty still to do. Now it’s time for someclothes shopping. With a gorgeous bod and sexy face like you have, we haveto get you some ‘hot’ outfits to match.”I slowly emerged from my state of shock, and wished I hadn’t. I wasdrawing even more attention now. The way men were staring at me left nodoubt as to their thoughts. I stayed as close to Ellen as I could as sheslowly toured store fronts.Our first stop was “The Body Shop.” My wife had me try on countlessoutfits in the dressing room. It was sheer torture, climbing into and outof one revealing outfit after another. I was horrified of being recognizedand arrested for this perversion. She ended up picking out a short blackleather skirt with matching bustier, and a white satin minidress with adeeply scooped neckline. Then she made me pay for the items with myAmerican Express Card – with my real name on it! The sales clerk gave me ashocked look and then a big smirk. My face turned beet red fromembarrassment. My slim hand shook as I tried to grip the pen and sign thesales slip with my too long nails.We went from store to store for about two more endless hours. I musthave tried on forty outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs werekilling me from the constant pressure of the corset and my feet ached fromwalking and standing in those incredible heels.”Here we go. One last stop,” my wife said as we turned into anotherboutique. “Why don’t you have a seat for a couple of minutes.”She didn’t have to tell me twice. I was exhausted. I sat in the chairshe indicated, relieved to get a load off of my feet. I carefully smoothedmy hemline as I sat down (I’d learned this lesson the hard way through someembarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I was so tired, Ididn’t know what store I was in, and really didn’t care. I let my eyesclose.One of the clerks came up behind me and said, “Just sit still now.”There was a sudden, intense burning sensation in my right ear. My eyesleapt open, and I tried to get up. She held my head firmly with one handand said, “Just a few seconds. Hold still.” The sharp pain wasrepeated in the other ear. She then rubbed both with some alcohol andfiddled with each ear for a few seconds. “There, that does it. You canget up now.”I stood up and looked in the mirror. She had pierced my ears and placeda little gold ball in each of them! What would I do at the at the end oftwo weeks? Those holes in my ears were going to take a long time to healover.”Okay, that finishes us here. It’s time for us to go home and get readyto go out tonight.”With that, we walked back towards the car – slowly, because I was forcedto take such mincing steps in the tall shoes.As we got into the car I turned and said, “Honey, this is ridiculous. Look at my hands! I can’t -“She slapped me hard on the cheek, staggering me. She immediately pulledout a pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and secured them behind me to theheadrest, making me completely helpless.”I can see that you need a lesson to show you that I mean business. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to beg me to dress you up, takeyou out, and make you look as pretty and sexy as possible! We both knowthat you’ve secretly dreamed about this. Well it’s happening and there’snot a damned thing you can do to stop it! The sooner you realize thatyou’re no longer in control of what happens to you, the happier you’ll be!””But honey,” I whined, “don’t you think that this’s a little -“She rammed the gag back in my mouth. “What were you saying dear? Ididn’t catch it? Oh well, I guess it wasn’t very important.”We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the passenger seat,thankful that the tinted windows offered me a little protection from casualobservation.As I began to look around me I realized that this was not the way home.Where was she taking me now?She noticed me squirming and looking around and said, “Don’t know wherewe’re going? Well, as much as you deserve to be humiliated more in public,that’ll have to wait. I just have to pick something up.”My relief quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped and I looked at wherewe were. It was a shop entitled “Exotic Leather Goods.””I need to grab a few things to ensure that you learn your lessonproperly. Don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone.”So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any passers by to see,trapped in a feminine appearance and clothing with an artificial penisfilling my mouth. Now that we’d stopped, the tinted windows weren’t nearlydark enough.Suddenly, I saw a man approaching, walking towards the car. He wascasually looking at each of them as he passed by. Would he notice methrough the window? My heart was racing a mile a minute. Just as itlooked as if he would pass right by, he stopped and did a double take. HESAW ME! He stood there looking in the window for at least a full minutewith a big grin on his face while I tried to become invisible. Just aboutthat time my wife came up to the car with a bag in her hand.”Enjoying the view?” she casually asked the man.”Sure am, honey,” he replied with a leer. “Do you always keep her tiedup like that?” He thought I was a real woman!”She prefers it that way,” my wife laughed. “She’s my display model. Feel free to look all you want, but don’t touch.”The man kept up his lewd stare while Ellen loaded her purchases. Hewaved gaily, still laughing, as he walked away. With that she got instarted the car. As she drove us home, she said, “I was planning to takeyou out for a nice dinner and dancing tonight, but you obviouslydon’t deserve a reward like that yet. So, instead I’m going to teachyou a lesson in obedience. When I’m through with you, you’ll beg me todress you up in sexy outfits so you can show off.”brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think of what my”lesson” would be. I was sure that it would not be pleasant, but I knewthere was no way she could make good on her promise that I’d want her toexpose me publicly.Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned over and connectedmy wrist cuffs to the collar. After that she disconnected my hands fromthe headrest, giving me no chance to get free. She then reached into herbig purse, pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar. Getting herbag, my wife got out of the car and came around to my door. I still couldnot move because I was strapped in by the seat belt. She unhooked it andgave a tug on the leash.”Come along now, Sheila,” she ordered as we walked into the house. Westopped in the kitchen.”The first thing we need to work on is this tendency of yours to talkback and question everything I say. After all, I can’t keep that gag inyour mouth all the time. Unless, of course, you like the feel of somethingshaped like a cock in your throat.”I shook my head violently.”Well then, you need to show me that you can behave. Believe me, I hatekeeping that beautiful mouth of yours gagged all the time. There are somany better uses for it.”Having said that she pulled what looked like a leather sleeve with somelaces running down the length out of the bag of things she’d just bought.She then walked out of the room for a few seconds and returned with severalpieces of rope. She unlocked the wrist cuffs and had meput my hands behind my back. She then secured them with the handsfacing.Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms, securing it withsome straps in front of my shoulder, guaranteeing that it would not comeoff. Then she began tightening the laces, straightening my arms andpulling my elbows together until they were about four inches apart.It hurt like hell and forced me to pull my shoulders back and arch myback to accommodate the position of my arms. My arms and shoulders beganto ache almost immediately.”My, aren’t you the brazen little slut!” she laughed as she looked atme. I had to admit that the way my back was arched did throw out my chest,emphasizing my big breasts. Next, she took a long length of rope, tied itto a ring on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook in the ceiling.That ring! She’d had me put that in the ceiling last week to hold a heavyplanter. How long had she been planning this? A tug on the rope broughtme back to the present. As she pulled on the rope, it forced me to bend atthe waist while she pulled my arms towards the ceiling. Tying the rope offonto a doorknob, she commented, “There, that should keep you. Comfy?”Hardly! I was still in those ridiculous heels and this position forcedall of my weight onto my toes, which were already in agony. Adding tothis, the bent over position made the corset so tight that I was gaspingfor breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to pass out.The next thing I knew she was pulling my dress up over my waist,exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled the panties down around myankles.”Are you ready for your first punishment?”I had no way to say no, of course.She fumbled around in the bag. When I looked, she had pulled out aleather paddle. There was no doubt what her intended target was. Bound asI was, there was also not a single thing that I could do about it.SMACK! She connected right on my bare ass with a stinging blow. “Ithink that fifty good ones is about right for talking back to yourmistress, don’t you?”SMACK! She continued. After about twenty, I lost all control and wascrying like a baby. Each stroke seemed to sting more than the one beforeit. Finally, she reached fifty. My entire behind felt like it was onfire. She then pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down again.”That was just your first punishment. I told you that you would neverforget this lesson. I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to take ashower and rest a bit. My arms are tired. Don’t go anywhere.”Her arms were tired! At my ass and thigh’s expense! I stood there,miserably bent over, dreading the next punishment, and wondering what itwould be.3. Chapter – PunishmentI’m sure my wife was gone no more than an hour, but it felt like days. Iwas trapped there, standing on my cramping toes in those tall high heels,bent forward at the waist, exposing my swat-inflamed, pink pantied rearunder the hem of my short peach dress. My eyes burnedfrom sweat and tear-dissolved makeup that’d run into them while shespanked me with the heavy leather paddle. I could barely breathe becauseof the way I was tied and tight corset cinching my waist into nothingness.There was nothing for me to do but suffer and ruminate on my situation.I was trapped by more than my agonizing posture. She’d taken picturesof me and threatened to give them to my boss and secretary if I gave herany trouble for the next two weeks of my surprise vacation. She’d made mewatch her drop them off at a fifty-minute photo place at themall, and I was positive she had the prints hidden somewhere I’d neverfind them. All because I’d secretly tried on her panties and a few otherclothes a couple of times! Okay, to tell the truth, it was more than acouple of times. Now, she was determined to turn me into Sheila, a sexylittle crossdresser who’d beg to be allowed to go out dancing so she couldbe seen and admired!A dizzy wave of pain made me start crying again. I suddenly stiffened.What if that wasn’t all she wanted to make me do? What if she was tryingto do more than show off my cute ass and pouty red mouth? She’d alreadycalled me ‘slut’ a couple of times. What if she meant it?I almost fainted. I had to end this before it went any further. She’dpromised me still more punishment, and I didn’t think I could take anymore. Maybe, if I acted the way she wanted, she’d relent. Moreimportantly, if I cooperated, there was sure to be a chance to catch heroff guard and escape before any real damage was done.By the time I finally heard the door open, I was in such total agonythat thinking of ways to escape my feminization was the last thing on mymind. I’d have done anything simply to be allowed to stand up straight. Iwas dizzy from the unending struggle to breathe. My legswere cramped into fiery pillars of pain. I tried to sob out around thepenis gag what was supposed to be her name.”Well, well,” she drawled from behind me, “don’t you look sexy! How’sthat nice little ass feel now, Sheila? Still hot and pink as yourpanties?”I heard her walking across the vinyl floor until she was right behindme. Between my quivering legs, I saw that she’d changed into some shoes I’dnever seen before. The black high heels must have been six inches tall andwere tipped with narrow metal spikes. Her ankles werecovered in black mesh hose. I jumped when I felt her hand on my ass,then tried to stand very still for whatever she was going to do. Shepetted me between my cheeks.”Is it too tender, darling? Oh, dear. It’s hard to answer me with thatnasty gag in your mouth, isn’t it?”I nodded frantically.”Will you be a good girl if I take it out?”I nodded so hard that time that I almost dislocated my shoulders.I gasped the instant the thing slid out of my dried lips. I wanted toscream at her to turn me loose. Instead, I croaked out, “Thank you.””Why you’re quite welcome, dear. Would you like to stand up?””Please!” My voice shook wildly.”One little thing, and I’ll loosen the rope.” I heard her dig throughthe bag of things she’d bought and wondered what my next torture was. Shetugged my panties down and ran a finger lubricated with something cold andslick over my exposed asshole. Then, she eased the finger inside me. It hurt like hell, but what could I do? If I screamed orprotested, she’d do it anyway and leave me tied in this bent forwardposition – or something worse. I gritted my teeth and endured as best as Icould.She wiggled the finger inside me and ran it in and out a couple oftimes. Cold sweat again popped out all over me, but there was a strangeheat, also. When she pulled her hand away, I thought she was finished. Then I felt something cold and hard being pressed into me,something much fatter than a finger. It spread me so wide I thought Iwas going to have to scream, then narrowed, letting my sphincter muscleclamp around it.”Very good, honey. In case you’re wondering, that’s your very own buttplug. I’m sure it’s painful, but you’ll get used to it. I expect you towear it at all times unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?”I nodded jerkily.”Say it!””Yes,” I choked out. “I understand.”When she unhooked the rope from the doorknob and let me stand, Istaggered and almost collapsed. Even the tiny breathing space the tightcorset gave me felt wonderful. I gasped as deep lungfuls of air as Icould. I barely noticed her loosening the long leather sleeve laced up myarms, locking my elbows together, but I was sure aware of the added freedomand the lessening torture.She had to help me to a chair, holding me by my wrists, still cuffedbehind my back. I hissed when I sat, both from tender ass cheeks and thesuddenly more noticeable discomfort of the thing buried in my ass.Until then, I hadn’t looked at her, and what I saw shocked andfrightened me. She looked nothing at all like my wife! She was wearing ashiny, form-fitting black latex bodysuit that lookedsomething like wildly cut one piece swimwear. There was a seam down themiddle decorated with silver studs. The outfit made her nipples stand outand was buried in the valley between her pussy lips. The stiletto heelsmade her much taller than I was, even in the five inch heels I wore. Hereyes were made up in a way that reminded me of Cleopatra, with immenselashes and eyeliner and silver eye shadow drawn out almost to her temples.Her lips were a deep, deep red that madeher teeth look too white. “Oh dear, you look terrible! Have you beenruining your makeup by crying?”I nodded, shocked by her appearance. I heard myself whine, “It hurt.””It was supposed to,” she said like she was explaining something obviousto a c***d. “And that was nothing compared to what I’ll do if you startmisbehaving again.” She tied my bound wrists to the chair and brought mesome water. I sipped thirstily until I noticed how badly I had to pee. It’d been a long time since I’d used the toilet. And about then the bloodflowing through my arms began to tingle, then burn, hurting almost as badlyas being tied had.”It’ll pass,” she said with a grin.”Can I use the bathroom? Please?””Soon. But first we’ve got to get you looking pretty again. Do youknow how much the makeover you ruined cost?”So she led me back to the bedroom. I couldn’t help noticing how thebutt plug made me walk even more enticingly than I had merely in the highheels. Was there no end to my humiliation? I had to endure anothereternal thirty minutes at her vanity before I was allowed to pee – sittingdown, of course, with my wife standing there impatiently. I couldn’t helpbut sigh my relief as yet more room was made for me to breathe. As I stoodfor her to pull my panties up, I was amazed that I felt almost comfortablein the corset and heels.”Such a sexy smile,” she observed, tucking my penis back between mylegs. Her fingers lingered there. Her incredibly lush, wet lips hoveredinches from mine, and I felt myself begin to harden in her hand. “Do youfeel good, love?””A little,” I confessed, reminding myself that I had to go along withher mad game.”Don’t you feel pretty?””Kind of.””Pretty enough to go out to dinner now?”I blushed. “I’m awfully tired. Can we do that another time?” My peniswas at full erection by then, and she was showing no sign of stopping.”But you would if I insisted?”My hips rocked in time with her caress under my short skirt. “I’d haveto. I know what’d happen if I tried to fight you.””Oh, no you don’t,” she whispered into my face. “It’d be a hundredtimes worse than you can imagine, Sheila. Trust me on that. You don’twant to ever do anything that’d make me angry. Never again. Understand?”I nodded, feeling her stroking hand more clearly than I heard her softwords. The way she was rubbing me through the silky material of thepanties was driving me wild. I parted my lips, leaning forward to kissher. She quickly pulled away and squeezed my balls with enough force tomake me feel nauseated.”Ah, ah! None of that, darling. I’ll not have you smearing that prettylipstick of yours until I tell you to. Is my baby getting all hot? Hersweet clittie’s swollen so big. Would she like me to make her cum?””Yes,” I whispered. “Please.””You’d cum in your panties and then sleep in them?””Yes. I don’t care. Just -“”You’d lick and suck my pussy until I told you to stop, and then cum inthem for me?”Oral sex had always disgusted me. “Yes! Anything you want!”She dropped her hand and took me back to the bedroom, pushing me to myknees beside the bed. She quickly opened a velcro closure hidden under themetal studs of the bodysuit and peeled away a strip of fabric that’dcovered her groin. She straddled my head and sat on the edge ofthe mattress. I stared in shock between her legs. She’d shaved herpussy sometime in the week or more since we’d last made love. Herpinkish-brown labia shone with moisture.”Kiss those lips, Sheila. French kiss that mouth, you little slut. Tongue fuck it like you mean it and maybe I’ll let you cum.”I was repelled by the thought, but knew it was my only way to getgratification, and that resistance would mean real trouble. I made myselflean forward and hesitantly lap at her.”No!” she yelled, grabbing me by my wig and slamming my face into her,humping my nose with her hips. “Do it, you fag slut, or we’ll go out andpick somebody up to fuck YOU!”I did it with every bit of energy I could summon. Little by little, mydisgust faded. I was turning her on! Her thrusts and approving curseswere heartfelt. I’d never heard her even half so aroused when we made lovenormally. My penis strained inside the tight panties as I eagerlywallowed between her legs, licking and sucking wherever she told me toand going fast or slow according to her commands.When she orgasmed, I thought she was going to smother me. She screamedand her legs clamped around me like steel bands, trapping both my mouth andnose. Her pussy twitched around my tongue and my nose nuzzled her clit. Just as I started seeing black dots dancing in front of my eyes, she spreadher legs and I came up gasping for air.I felt right on the edge of cumming myself. I looked down and saw thatthe hem of my hose clad legs were spread wide. My dress had slid up highenough to show the garters and the panties beneath. My cock was stillalmost invisible, pointing toward my butt. It looked like I had a girl’smiddle, and I was so turned on I was about to die! I’d never wanted to cumso bad in my whole life, and I couldn’t reach out to jack off. I tried topull my legs together, hoping that maybe I could rub my thighs together andget off that way. It didn’t work.I heard my wife laugh. “Would my horny baby like to cum in her pantiesnow? Would she like to rub her clit with those sexy hands for me?”I saw that she was laying back on the bed, staring down at me frombetween her legs. She was stroking her clit, just like her words weredescribing.”Would you like me to fix your nasty mouth so you can be pretty for me,and jack off for me like a dirty little slut?””Yes! Oh, god, please!”When she helped me up, she didn’t have to tell me to lay down on thebed. I did it on my own. She spread my legs and snapped handcuffs attachedto the bedframe around my ankles. Then she freed my hands from behind myback, clicking the left wrist to the bed over my head. The right one sheset free.”Now do it slow, Sheila. You can’t cum until I tell you to.”I was almost oblivious by then. My hand felt clumsy after beingimprisoned for so long, but it flew straight to my middle. She slapped itaway and pinned my arm under her weight.”Listen to me, cunt! Unless you do it MY way, you don’t get to do it atall! Now just lay there until I say so!”I panted while she swayed to the vanity to bring what she needed torepair my face again. I begged her to hurry. Her hand lightly tickled mypainful balls and I cooperated to the max, holding my mouth open like I washungry for the lipstick, turning my head this way and thatso she could powder my cheeks and chin to her satisfaction.”God, you’re a sexy whore, Sheila! Now do exactly as I say. First,lift your skirt out of the way. Now scratch the length of your clit withthose nasty red fingernails!”The sc**** of my long nails through the silk almost made me shoot offright then. I dimly heard the click of the shutter as she took morepictures, but there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I was anglingmy hips up provocatively, but I had to in order to reach myself.”Feel good, honey? I wish you could see how sexy you are,” she cooed.”Now stick your hand inside the panties and rub it, just a little.”The thrill was electrifying! It took every bit of willpower I owned notto jerk it just the once it’d take to send me over. But my wife’s ominouswarning rang in my ears. I may have whined, but I didn’t cum.”Perfect baby! Now push your panties down under your balls. I want tosee it. I want to watch that pretty hand make you shoot cum up in the air.NO! NOT YET! I want you to just hold it for a second, just squeeze it. Feel how good it feels.”I was dying. My ears were ringing and my whole body was stiff. I waspanting like a dog. “Please! Please,” I howled.”Tell me your name, slut! Tell me who you are and I’ll let you cum!””Sheila,” I shrieked. “I’m Sheila!””And you just love looking sexy, don’t you!””Yes! Yes!””Beg me to take you dancing tomorrow night!””Please take me out! Anywhere you want!””Do you want to show off? Do you want to wear that nasty blackminidress and tall heels and bright make up? Show everybody what a hotlittle slut you are?””Yes! I’ll do it!””Do you WANT to do it?””Yes! Yes! I want to be a slut and let everybody see me!””Then cum for me, Sheila! Rub your fat clit and cum!”The explosion ripped through me like lightning. My first blast of spermmust have shot two feet in the air. There were many more spurts to follow,and my flying hand was slick with it long before I was finished. Icollapsed onto the mattress, weak as a baby.She touched my shrinking penis, and I gasped. It was so sensitive Icouldn’t stand it. I heard her low chuckle, but she relented and liftedher hand. She brushed my lips with her fingers, and Iautomatically kissed them, tasting something salty and sticky.My drowsy eyes sprang open. It was my cum! I jerked my head away.Her tesettürlü escort voice was a frightening growl. “Do you really want to make meangry, Sheila? Do you really want to resist me? Are you ready for a hot,long dick to slide up your asshole?”My eyes threatened to overflow. “No,” I whispered.”Then lick every drop of cum from my fingers like a good slut.”More humiliated than I’d been while giving the clerks my charge card, oreven having the man leer at me through the car windows, I did what shedemanded. She scooped every last bit of sperm off my dress and slack penisand made me swallow it. Finally, after I’d licked my ownhand clean, she was satisfied.After she’d made me change into a red teddy, she chained me to the footof the bed and made me sleep on a blanket on the floor. She’d loosened mygirdle a little, but made me sleep in make up and the wig. The butt plugwas still there, too. She fed me a can of diet milkshake and atiny salad.”You need to get used to being this way, Sheila. And this IS the wayyou’re going to be for the next two weeks. Maybe longer, if you give meany trouble. I can’t wait to get our next photos back. They’ll showanybody who sees them just how much you love living this way.”The renewed threat to give them to my boss cowed me even further. I’dnever been so miserable in my life. She’d reminded me, as she handcuffedme to the bedframe, of what she’d said earlier.”I told you, Sheila. I knew you didn’t believe me then, but now youknow. I made you beg me to go out and flaunt your slutty body, just like Isaid I would.”I cried as quietly as I could in the darkness. Somehow, some way, I HADto get out of this!4. Chapter – AdjustmentsI woke up stiff and sore, with the thing in my ass hurting like hell. That and being on the floor were instant reminders of everything that’dhappened. I tried a deep breath but was stopped by the corset. I had tosweep the wig’s hair out of my mouth. My fingernails startled me somuch that my handcuffs clinked on the bed.The mattress moved and my wife’s sleepy face peered down at me. “Goodmorning, Sheila? Did you sleep okay?”A bitter retort was on my lips when I saw her face turn hard. Iswallowed my protest. “Um, it was okay.”She looked pleased. “That’s the spirit, darling! What a good girlyou’re being! Just for that, I’ll let you go to the bathroom alone.”I tried to hide the hope surging through me by looking down at the floorand thanking her. My heart was pounding. She dashed it by holding up apair cuffs with a short length of chain between them. She clicked themaround my ankles before unlocking me from the bed, andmade me put on the five inch heels. I had to take short mincing steps.Even if I could get away from her, where could I go in a corset and teddywith shackles on my legs? Seeing my dismay, she laughed heartily as Iwalked delicately from the room.I hated seeing myself in the mirror. There was still sleep wornlipstick on my mouth, eyeliner around my eyes, and flakes of mascara allover my cheeks. The brown wig was a tangled mop. Under the teddy I was ashairless as my wife, and the corset showing through the lacy lingerieshowed a shape as nice as hers, too. I could barely see a man beneath allthat. The haggard woman in the mirror looked familiar, like my twin sistermight have if I had one.I felt foolish standing to pee, having to hold the red teddy out of theway, but I was damned if I’d squat unless I had to. The long redfingernails embarrassed me as they touched my heavy morning cock. I had tolook away as I did my business.I tried to think. I could take a razor out with me to use as a weapon -but they were all the disposable kind and wouldn’t work. Not that I couldreally hurt her, not even for this. But maybe I could convince her I meantbusiness. To my dismay, there were no scissors, no nothing. Everyconceivable weapon had been taken away. I almost cried in frustration, andmanaged not to only by reminding myself how feminine a reaction that’d be.I pulled myself together. There’d be another time, other chances, if Iplayed my cards right. Hating what I had to do, I tugged a brush throughthe wig and rinsed my face and mouth. I tried a practice smile, but it wastoo scary. I had to stay away from mirrors.She arched an eyebrow when I traipsed back out with as much enthusiasmas I could find. “Why you little darling! You cleaned up for me!””Would you like me to bring you coffee in bed?” I asked her rememberingto speak softly in as feminine a voice as I could muster.”What? And leave you in the kitchen with all those sharp things? Honey, you might hurt yourself.”Obviously, she knew I’d try something and wasn’t going to give me theopening I needed. I choked back a burst of rage. “I’d be very careful.””I’m sure you would, darling. But not this time. Sit down there andget started on your face, my little cum lover. I’ll make the coffee.”She cuffed my legs to the back legs of the vanity’s chair and roped mychest tightly to the back. I might be able to reach the knot, I thought.”Now do a good job, honey. I want you to look pretty. Remember, we’vegot an appointment to get your hair done this afternoon.””But I can’t!” I protested. “I don’t know how!””Come darling,” she warned as she turned away. “You’ve watched mehundreds of time, and Cindy and I showed you exactly how it needs to bedone. Do it and do it right, or else!”The moment she was out of sight, I tried the knot. It was tight, and Icould get no leverage because of the angle of my wrists. I fumbled with itanyway, desperately, but to no avail. Again tears threatened me. Thistime I couldn’t hold them off. Once I started, I couldn’t stop.I’d never felt anything like that in my life. I was terrified andhelpless. She was outsmarting me at every turn. I was horrified – she waswinning! She WAS going to be able to make me do whatever she demanded, nomatter how sick or twisted. I was never going to be able to resist her. Iwas still crying when she came back fifteen minutes later. Her deep scowlmade me try harder to dam the flood.”You haven’t even started!” she accused angrily.”I … I …” I stammered hopelessly.”You worthless little bitch! That does it!” She stormed toward me. There was no way to flee from her. I covered my face with my arms andsobbed anew. But she didn’t go for my face. Her slap landed squarelybetween my legs. I doubled up with a sick groan. She wrenched one armbehind my back and twisted. A cold cuff went around my wrist.”Give me the other arm!”I did.”Why you thankless bitch! You broke a nail messing with that knot,trying to get away! Oh, you’ll pay for that, too!” She jerked me to myfeet by my arms, causing me to yell in pain. She dragged me into thebathroom and pushed me into the tub, still wearing what I’d slept in. Shejerked off my high heels, then turned the water on, adjusting it until itwas almost scalding hot. I was too afraid to protest. At least I’d quitcrying. She quickly reattached the handcuffs around avery solid towel rack. With a sinking heart, I remembered I’d installedit for her three weeks ago. More evidence that she’d been planning thisfor a very long time!To the burning water, she added fragrant bath salts and oils. Shereached under me and with a cruel jerk, removed the plug that almost feltlike part of my ass.”You’ve earned the next larger size, cunt. We’ve got to get youloosened up and ready for a big fat real cock, don’t we? After all, wedon’t want it to hurt you so much you can’t enjoy the way it’s going slidein and out of you.”That was more than enough to make me sob all over again. “Please,” Ibegged her softly, “Not that. Anything but that.””Anything, Sheila? You mean that anything’s better than having a manlift your sexy legs over his shoulders and spread those cute buns underyour dress and hammer you with his cock?””Yes!” I wailed hysterically. “Anything!””Oh, baby,” she laughed, “I’m going to make you remember what you justsaid. When you’re crying this hard, begging me to let you have a cock upyour ass, I’ll remind you. And you will, you know. Just like you did lastnight.”With the steaming tub filled to the rim, she left me to soak and think.Horrible scenarios ran through my mind, but none were anywhere near as badas what she’d said. What could be worse than having another man do that tome? The whole thing was a nightmare, but that …The water was almost cool by the time she returned, and I was havingtrouble. It was like the butt plug had already loosened my asshole, and Iwas sweating as I tried to keep my bowels from emptying in the bathwater.”Toilet!” I begged the instant the door opened.”Oh, my! Do we have a problem, darling?” I barely noticed that she wasin makeup as wild as the night before and wearing an ebony minidress thatlooked as wet and skin tight as her bodysuit had.”I need to shit! Please!”She giggled merrily. “We can’t have that, can we? You’d have to walkaround all day smelling of your own shit!” She put a theatricallythoughtful red nail before her thick scarlet lips. “Now let me see. Whatdid I do with those keys?”I realized as she turned away that she wasn’t coming back. I knew thekeys were just outside the door on an end table. And she didn’t returnuntil she heard the forlorn wail I made fifteen minutes later as mystretched sphincter finally released. I was straining to keep as muchof my body out of the filth as I could and crying like a lost toddler.She clucked her tongue at me and looked disgusted. “Well, Sheila. That’s your third fuck up already, and you’ve only been awake an hour. What am I going to do with you? I’m only going to be able to have youfucked by a few men before it’s more reward than punishment.””I’m sorry! I’ll behave! I swear to God I will. Please, Ellen, giveme one more chance!” I knew she was maneuvering me, but it was all I coulddo.She walked up to the side of the tub, petted my damp wig with her hand.I looked up, pleading with my eyes. I could see right up her skirt, seethat she wasn’t wearing any panties, just garters to hold up her seamedhose. Her naked pussy pouted down at me. I remembered how it tasted. Hersearing red mouth smiled. “Anything, darling. That’s what you said. Remember? Now take a deep breath and relax.”With that, she unlocked my hands. I knew what was coming. Nauseawelled up in me as she pushed my head under the water I’d soiled. At leastshe let me shower and scrub myself clean, even though I didn’t feel thatway. It didn’t feel like I’d ever be able to get clean. I hated her forwhat she’d done – all of it, not just in the bathtub. But it was a strangehatred, more fear than anger, if that makes sense. It didn’t to me. I wasmore and more convinced that I wasn’t going to be able to escape her – ever. My self-confidence had been eaten awayover the past day until I doubted everything except her cunning.Somehow, being naked was even worse than wearing the corset and teddyhad been. My hairlessness seemed all the reminder I needed. I wrapped atowel around me to hide as much of myself as I could while I shaved mylight beard as smooth as was humanly possible. I knew the towel was afeminine gesture, but I couldn’t stand seeing myself that way.When I finally minced out of the bathroom in my shackles, holding myshampooed wig in my hand, she acted like nothing had ever happened. Shewas chatty, in a kind of girl to girl way. She’d loaded a tray with freshfruit and coffee. My mouth watered as I ate my share and tried to makelight conversation. She was critical of my voice, but not in a viciousway. As she cleared the scant meal, she told me to do my makeup like a goodgirl.I promptly tried to imitate what had been done to me several times theday before. I’d been paying no attention, and was finding the taskoverwhelming. I swallowed my fear and meekly asked for her help. Iwatched her expressionless face as she approached, fearful of herwrath, but her smile made me try to, also.”Of course, my love. I’m so happy you asked.” She pressed her softbreasts against the back of my head as she hugged me. “I’d love to helpmake you beautiful. But,” she warned tenderly, “you must learn to do itfor yourself, or I’ll be upset.””I will,” I vowed, relishing the feel of her chest wrapping around me.”Uh, by the way, I think you’re beautiful today.” It was the most truthfulthing I’d said all day.”Um,” she purred, sliding her hands down my smooth chest, playing withmy nipples, rubbing her breasts more firmly against me. “Thank you, lover.I knew you’d like it as much as I do.”She let her hands slide lower still, grasped my growing member in agentle hand. “God, you make me so hot,” she whispered, staring at me viathe mirror. “You’ve done your lips even better than I did. Such a sweetred pout – but you should never start with lipstick, baby. Oohh.My cunt’s dripping, thinking about how good they’d feel kissing it likeyou did last night. You gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had, Sheila. Iwant to sixty-nine with you, lick your clit until we both cum.””I want that, too,” I panted hotly, imagining my cock in that swelteringred mouth. I spoke what I hoped she wanted to hear. “Let me lick youagain. Let me fuck you with my tongue.”She kept me stone hard and sweaty until she’d coached me through thewhole makeover. Then she forced me into a second corset, this one red, andlet me play with myself and her heavy breasts as she stretched the lacestighter and tighter. She warned me over and over not to cumuntil she gave me permission. I had to put the breast forms in myself.Satisfied, she pushed me to the carpet and straddled my face.”Eat me, whore,” was her final command before lowering her head towardmy big, raging clit.It didn’t take either one of us long. I couldn’t wait for her to tellme to let go. She started writhing on my face as her orgasm hit her, andmine erupted wildly moments later. She didn’t seem to mind, as she moanedloudly, despite her mouthful, and sucked mightily. I was still lazilylicking her when she lifted herself off me and turned around. She broughther smeared red lips down to mine and kissed me hungrily. She forced hertongue into my mouth, then pushedthe glob of cum she’d saved into the back of my mouth. I tried to pullaway, but there was nowhere to go. She clamped one hand over my lips andmassaged my throat until I swallowed repeatedly, my eyes filled with tearsof humiliation.”There. Was that so bad, Sheila? Because you’re being so cooperative,I’ll overlook the fact that I didn’t give you permission to cum. See? I’mnot unreasonable. If you continue to behave, we can both enjoy ourselves.But the moment you rebel, I’m the only one who’ll enjoy myself. Now be adoll and take your vitamin before you fix your face.”The way she said it made me suspicious. I looked at the big pill when Irolled it into my palm.Her laughter made me turn my head after I’d swallowed it. “You’reright, dear. That’s a very special vitamin. You’ve been taking a hugedose of female hormones for over a month now. Haven’t you noticed howsmooth your skin is getting? Soon, you’ll be growing your very ownbreasts!”I stared at her in utter horror, more sick to my stomach than bathing inmy shit had made me.”Why are you doing this to me?” I cried.She encircled my waist from behind, trapping my arms within hers. “Because it’s what we both want, darling. Don’t you see? You need this asmuch as I do.” Her voice turned stern and cold. “If you ruin your makeupby crying, I’ll make you regret it.”It took superhuman effort to stifle the tears. I wondered, in my panic,if the daily overdose of hormones was what was making me so emotional. Itried to pay attention to the cosmetics as I prepared my face to go back tothe mall. I didn’t care how I looked – but Ellen did, and pleasing her wassomething I HAD to do.Dressed in a skimpy gold dress and strapped into yet another pair offive inch heels, with the promised larger butt plug trapped between my asscheeks and my wig pinned to my scalp, she led me back to the garage. I wassomewhat shocked that she didn’t use the handcuffs. I guess she figuredthe leather collar and leg irons and my full blown feminine look was enoughincentive to behave. She was right, too.5. Chapter- Defining SheilaIt was ten times worse than the day before. Ellen’s almost obsceneblack dress and lewd makeup attracted the attention of everyone weencountered as we traipsed through the mall. While all their eyes lockedon her first, they took me in also. She warned me, after we’d gone alittle way, to stand tall and act proud of my beauty, or else. The shopwindows showed me how I looked, with my big breast forms and tiny waist andfull hips revealed by the clinging gold dress. I couldn’t ignore howenticing my widely swaying ass looked. I felt like a beacon, like peoplecould see me from miles away. She’d deliberately parked as far from thebeauty salon as possible, exposing us to the blatant stares of hundreds ofpeople as we traversed the full length of the shopping center. I feltevery lusty look like it was actually touching me.By the time we finally got to the salon, I was horribly confused. WhileI was ashamed to death of being publicly exposed like that, I was also alittle breathless with excitement. It wasn’t really sexual. My cockwasn’t rock hard, for which I was immensely thankful. It was more like Iwas doing something dangerous, something illicit, that charged me withadrenaline. I was fooling everyone! They were staring at me as hard asthey could, and had no idea!The way Ellen looked at me when we turned into the beauty shop told meshe knew what I was feeling. Her smile mocked my pleasure, said, “I toldyou so,” without her having to say a word.Cindy and my wife again led me to the back room. I was grateful to beout of sight and tried to relax. After my period of freedom, I wasdismayed when Ellen again used the velcro straps on my wrists.”You know what to do,” she told Cindy. “And while you’re at it, shebroke a fingernail this morning that needs to be fixed.””No problem,” the stylist smirked. “I’ve been thinking. If you’d like,I could wax her legs and chest and I think I can do better with her face,too.””Great idea! Do whatever you think the little bitch needs. I’ll beback in an hour or so.” She turned her wet red lips up and smiled at me. “Be a good girl, Sheila. I think Cindy likes you, so be very nice anddon’t give her any trouble.”I nodded meekly, tried to smile back, and used the tips she’d given meon speaking right. “Have fun shopping.”As soon as she was out of sight, Cindy started acting different. “Okay,Sheila, we’re going to have a lot of fun today. You’re not going tobelieve how hot you’re going to look before I’m through with you.”She removed my wig, which was embarrassing. Anybody who walked in wouldrecognize me for what I was. I was expecting her to style it or something.Instead, she threw it carelessly on the counter and picked up a pair ofshears. When she started cutting away all my hair, I froze. She didn’tstop until my hair was an eighth of an inch long all over! Then, to myhorror, she picked up a straight razor and ran it ominously over a strop,smiling wickedly at me all the while.I sat rigidly, gripping the armrest as tightly as I could, while sheapplied shaving cream to my scalp and shaved me completely bald! I waswhimpering, doing everything possible not to cry at my humiliation.”Now look in the mirror, Sheila!” It was a command at least as intenseas any Ellen gave me. I obeyed, fearing the consequences, and wasastonished by what I saw.It wasn’t a bald man sitting there, but a lovely, delicately featuredyoung woman with a scalp as slick as a cue ball! I tried as hard as Icould to see myself under the clothes and cosmetics, and couldn’t! Thedangling earrings, arched eyebrows and bowed, trembling red lips weren’tmine! The heaving double swell of my chest looked like it belonged there!The shapely hose covered legs and towering high heels were someone else’s!I had vanished as thoroughly as if I’d neverexisted!”Now for the good part,” Cindy said. She lifted another wig, long,platinum blonde and obviously very, very expensive, from a box. She showedme a peculiar smooth liner on the underside instead of the weave like onthe other one. “What happens is that I apply a nice smoothcoat of a special epoxy to your scalp and the wig, then …”She let her words trail off. I completed the sentence for her in mymind. It’d become permanent. Maybe, in a month or so, as my hair grewout, it’d loosen. Until it did, the silver blonde hair would cascade overmy shoulders and reach part way down my back. It finallypenetrated that my two week vacation “cruise” wasn’t going to end thatsoon, no matter how well I behaved.I gave in to my tears while Cindy smeared the smelly paste all over myscalp and I openly sobbed when she carefully fitted the wig to my head,jerking it firmly into place. She wore an expression of triumph.”Jesus,” she sneered, “what a pussy you are! It’s no wonder your wifetreats you this way. It’s exactly what a wimpy little fag like youdeserves! Now I’m going to take these straps off and get you out of thatcorset long enough to make sure there’s not a single bit of stubbleanywhere on you. Give me any shit, and I’ll invite every woman in the shopto come back and laugh at your naked body!”Taking all my clothes off was even worse than wearing them. I felt likeI wasn’t a man anymore, and she destroyed the illusion that I was a woman,too. She laughed at the plug closing my ass as she smeared a burning,stinking chemical all over me, even on my face, cock andballs, and made me endure the torture of the depilatory far longer thanwas necessary. I was afraid it was going to burn my penis and balls rightoff. She pushed me into a shower and made me rinse it all off and use aheavily perfumed soap and then fragrant body powder. I noticed how smoothand soft I was all over. I guessed the hormones were working, like Ellenhad said.She laced me back into the red corset even tighter than my wife had, buthad added some padding to the hip area while I showered. When she steppedback to admire her work, I had even more of an hourglass figure thanbefore. She made me sit in the chair, with nothing to cover mydangling, shriveled genitals, while the other girl, Debbie, redid all mynails, not just the one I’d cracked, and made them even longer and redder.The way she smirked from time to time at my groin made me wish my sexorgans would crawl up inside me.Cindy, meanwhile, was styling my new hair and redoing my face, using adifferent colored foundation, lots of bright blush, and making my eyes andlips look as slutty as Ellen’s did. I really and truly looked like a cheapwhore with useless male organs where a wet pussy should have been.That’s the way my wife found me on her return. Her eyes widened withsurprise, then her lush lips smiled. “Good lord, Cindy! You’re a genius!””You’ve got one hot little slut here!” the stylist laughed. “Thirty-seven, twenty-two, thirty-five unless I’m blind. That gold dressis going to be stretched even tighter over her mean little ass. Too badshe’s got such a pot belly under that corset. Get her to lose fifteenpounds and she’d be a real knockout – if she didn’t have that ugly thingbetween her legs.””Twenty pounds is more like it,” my wife said. She patted my wrist. “Iknow she can do it. She may not show it, but she loves what you’ve donefor her, don’t you darling?”When I meekly nodded, her hand tightened on my arm. Before she couldreprimand me for not answering aloud, I did. “Yes. It’s lovely. Thankyou, Cindy.”They both laughed at my spinelessness. Cindy added, a littlehesitantly, “I, uh, came across something else I think she might like. Ifyou don’t mind, Ellen, I’d like to give her a present.”Ellen looked touched. “Cindy! That’s so sweet! Of course you may!” Iwas instantly filled with fear.The stylist opened a drawer in her cabinet and brought out a gailywrapped package with “To Sheila,” written on the tag and handed it to me.The paper read “Happy Birthday,” all over. I blushed furiously.”Well open it, silly girl!” my wife urged.I did, fumbling, unable to use my hands as I always had due to theabsurd length of my hooked nails. I discovered I could use them as tools,sliding them along, slitting the paper like a letter opener. Inside thebox was a bizarre flesh toned elastic device something like both a g-stringand a pouchless jock strap. When I figured out its function, my blush wenteven deeper.”A retainer!” Ellen said appeciatively. “Oh, Sheila, put it on for us!”She ripped off the velcro bands, freeing my arms.I bent forward as far as I could, exhaled every bit of air in my lungs,but the corset wouldn’t let me come close to reaching my ankles, even whenI lifted one foot. “Will you help me?””Of course, darling! Here!” I delicately lifted each foot as sheslipped it over my ankles, but she stopped when she’d lifted it to a heightI’d shown I could reach. I had to do the rest.It was humiliating to have to detach my hose from the garters, elevatemy hips, and work the thing into place. Worst of all was reaching insideit and arranging my penis and balls so that they flattened into absoluteinvisibility. Ellen again helped me with my tiny bikini panties. When allwas done, I had a perfectly smooth middle. Even the retainer’s toughelastic string dug so deeply into my flesh that it left no line.For all visible purposes, I had been turned into a complete woman, evenif they peeked up my dress. No one who saw me would ever doubt myfemininity now. The leather collar covered the lump of my larynx. Myknees weren’t even knobby. I felt positive that I would “pass” wherever Iwent. But that was only part of it.My own senses reported no masculinity left in me. My shimmering hair -the only hair I had other than my carefully shaped eyebrows – had tickledmy cleavage as I bent forward, swung with my every move. Dangling from myears were long gold earrings that chimed softly when I moved my head. Ihad learned to look out at the world through long black lashes thick withmascara, day and night. When I looked at my chest, even without breastforms, I saw how much the corset lifted and shaped my very own flesh intosmall pink bosoms – and Ellen assured me that, due to the hormones, theywere growing. Now even my panties were flat and smooth. My every word wasshaped by lips that dripped with deep red color. My fluttering hands werebranded, changed by long scarlet commas. My ass was perpetually violatedby a fake penis I’d gotten used to feeling rub my insides as I walked. Even without high heels, my hips rolled and swayed.My emotions weren’t even my own. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe itwas something else, but the bottom line was that I cried every time Ibecame afraid. I felt that EVERY emotion I felt was visible. Ellen hadeasily seen through my sly efforts to try to escape from her control. And,while I hate admitting it, she’d also read, without even trying, howpleased I was by what Cindy had done to me. I DID like it. I WASgrateful. And the clearly visible rush of joy that made themlaugh was making me sick.While they chatted about this and that, I paid no attention. I wastrying to name a new emotion growing in me. I hated myself for what I wasfeeling. It made me feel like maybe I was exactly what Cindy had called me- a pussy, a wimpy little fag. That was the only kind of manI could think of who’d be so proud of his completely feminizedappearance as I was.As Ellen turned to me and asked me a question, I was jerked back from mysad musing. “I’m sorry,” I had to confess, despite the danger, “I didn’thear …”Cindy laughed throatily. “Little cunt was so busy admiring herself shewasn’t listening.”My wife’s look was stern, and her eyes shone maliciously. “I asked youif you’d like to thank Cindy for her birthday gift.””Yes. Of course. Thank you, Cindy. It’s -“”Not that way,” Ellen interrupted harshly.I was befuddled. Cindy took my hand, helped me stand, led me back tothe bathroom. I had no idea what was happening, but I was sure I wasn’tgoing to like it. She locked the door and leaned against the lavatory. “You really didn’t hear, did you?””Uh, no. I’m sorry. I -“”Ellen was telling me what a great pussy eater you are, how you make hercum like she’s never cum before.”I paled, felt dizzy, sick. Unable to speak, I watched her hands slowlylift her skirt, inch at a time.”You know what to do, Sheila. Don’t make me use force.”I stared at her exposed panties. They were a pale blue. Their crotchwas moist, dark. One hand released her hem. I felt the weight of ittranserred to my shoulder. I sank to my knees. What else could I do?She made me do it all. I watched my woman’s hands tenderly lower herpanties, revealing her moist cunt, its lips shaven, but with a cloud ofbrown curls left above the hooded clitoris. I touched, stroked it, fingerfucked it, careful of my nails, exactly as she told me to. I kissed it andlicked it and inserted my tongue in her cavity to her gaspedspecifications. She didn’t taste quite like Ellen did. Less fishy, morefragrant. Better, really. Her hands were rough in my hair though. Thesharp pain in my scalp was almost exactly as if my hair was real, not likethe wig had been.When she came with a muffled shriek, I hungrily licked her clean. Mypenis throbbed in my new restraint, filling it with cum. I hadn’t eventouched it. My lust had betrayed me. Even after her hands left my hair, Istayed there, kissing away the dregs of her passion, increasingly aware ofhow I’d left my lipstick all over her, how proud of myself I was forreturning her gift in the only way I could.”You ARE good, Sheila,” she purred, no laughter left in her tone.”Thank you. You taste so good, Cindy.” I kissed her reddened clitorisone last time. Was it really me admitting that, meaning that? It must be.She helped me to my feet, more tender than she’d ever been. Shegathered me in for a soft kiss, and I offered no resistance, automaticallyparted my lips for her tongue. “Next time, I’ll give you another presentand maybe I’ll taste you. Would you like that?””If you want to. If it’s okay with Ellen,” I stammered. My eyes wereon my face in the mirror as she hugged me. My cheeks were wet with herfluids. My lips were smeared. When I licked them, I tasted the candy ofmy lipstick and the richness of her cum. I’d made her do that, given herso much pleasure that she’d shouted it aloud.”You didn’t answer me, slut. Would you LIKE that?””Yes, Cindy. Very much. I … I came, too.” I watched the honestymade my face red.She pushed me to arms length, her eyes twinkling merrily. “You did? Show me!”My regret was instantaneous. I stuttered, looking for a way out. Herexpression turned stony. “Show me, whore! Show me the mess you made inthe present I gave you!”Batting back tears of shame, I wiggled my panties down, then the heavyelastic, sticky with spewed sperm. My cock hung, tiny and wrinkled andugly, shiny with thick spunk.Cindy’s laughter was like tinking bells. “What does Ellen make you dowhen you cum? Does she punish you?”I could lie, I thought. Maybe she wouldn’t tell my wife. But if shedid? And, did I really WANT to lie? “She … she makes me eat it.””Well? What are you waiting for?”I was ready for it that time. I knew the taste and texture. I sc****dup what I could. She made me unhook my hose and remove the device and lickit clean. Her eyes glittered the whole time. Her breath was quick again.I could see her nipples through her dress. This was giving her pleasure,too. I made a small, shy show of the process, trying to look like Ienjoyed what I was doing. Didn’t I, at least a little? Wasn’t this avital part of what’d been done to me? Didn’t itearn me favor, freedom? Such a small price to pay.”May I put it back on now, Cindy?” I’d seen how my penis was growing. Iwanted to hide it.”No. Let’s show Ellen what a good bitch you’ve been.”I hung my head and she led me out, panties dangling from one hand,retainer from the other. Her voice was thick while she related everydetail to my wife. I hazarded a glance at Ellen from beneath the shieldlocks of my tangled hair, and quailed inside.She wasn’t pleased by my actions. She was shocked, maybe even dismayed,and trying not to show it. I felt my lower lip begin to tremble as my eyesfilled with fearful tears. I’d been so sure I was doing the right thing!The next time I glanced up, her face was a blank mask, and her eyes wereon me, not Cindy, whose voice was but a dim echo. She read my confusionlike I was an open book. I guess I was. I couldn’t look away. Shedeliberately reached into her purse and came up with a package ofcigarettes and a lighter. My shock deepened. She abhorred everythingabout tobacco, yet she tapped out a cigarette and lit it and inhaled as ifshe’d been doing it for years. I was like a rodenthypnotized by a snake, staring vacantly at how her bright lips stainedthe white filter, then pursed as if she was kissing the grey plume sheexhaled.Cindy’s tale ended and my wife’s eyes dismissed me. She smiled tightly,but Cindy missed the tension in it. “Very good, Sheila. You’re turninginto the perfect little slut, aren’t you?”She was waiting. I didn’t know what to say. “I … I guess so. I’msorry if -“”There’s nothing to be sorry about, darling. Nothing at all. But wehave to hurry. There’s so much to do before we go out tonight. Go back inthere and get dressed. Fix your makeup.”Ellen paid Cindy while I quickly wiggled into my undergarments, repairedmy lipstick and powdered my face. The stylist refused a tip. “Sheila’salready given me one,” she laughed. “Bring her back next week if you’dlike to begin electrolysis on her face.”I followed numbly. Electrolysis to remove my thin facial hair? Ididn’t even worry about it. All my worries were focused on my wife. Shemarched quickly along, forcing me to have to hurry to keep up. I feltawkward, stumbling along as best I could in the five inch heels, and knew Iwas making a fool of myself. She was angry what I’d done. Very angry. I’d be punished horribly for some transgression, and I wasn’t even surewhat it was. Because I’d had an orgasm as I ateCindy? That must be it.She didn’t slow her pace, and I fell farther and farther behind. Everyone was looking at us – the striking brunette in the clinging blacklycra dress, and the slutty, clumsy platinum blonde. After awhile, I realized no one could tell I was following her. We didn’t looklike we were together.A surge of panic made me bite my lower lip to stifle a shout. Was shegoing to abandon me here? Was she deliberately going to force me to gethome however I could? My pace faltered, throwing me even further behind.What was I going to do? I had no money, no identification nothing! Mylegs refused to carry me another step. I was frozen, in the middle of athrong of shoppers. A man bumped into me and I nearly leapt out of myskin.He stopped. “You okay lady?” His eyes touched me, raked me.I bolted. I couldn’t stand how close he was, what his eyes were doing.I pursued my wife, not caring how it looked. I felt like my very lifedepended on catching her before she reached the car. To my utter horror, Icouldn’t see her. Even in five inch heels, everyone was taller than I was.The crowd had closed around her, as if it was trying to hide her. Ihesitated, turning hopelessly this way and that, at the juncture of twowings of the mall, having no idea which direction she’d gone. I was tooscared to even remember where the car was. I’d never felt so utterly lostand alone, even as a c***d. How could she hate me so much that she’d dothis to me?I was positive my immobility was again drawing more attention to my faceand body. I knew I looked like I was advertising, asking for exactly thekind of looks I was being given. There was nothing exciting about it now.My wife had buffered me from it, made me safe. Now, I was totallyvulnerable, exposed even more than I had been when Cindy stripped me nudein the salon.Terror became dread certainty. Something horrible was going to happen.”Scared, cunt?” came a sibilant whisper in my ear.I whirled to her, my nightmare ended. “Oh, Ellen! Where were you?””You’re crying. Stop it this instant.” She handed me a tissue. She wasstill angry, but there was compassion, too.I hadn’t even been aware of my tears, and was ashamed. “I’m sorry.” Iblotted my eyes like she’d taught me. “I guess I was making a fool ofmyself again. Did I mess up my eyes?””Not too badly. Come on. I need a drink.”This time, her pace was moderate, but her low grade anger made me holdback a step. I was desperate to please her, to make amends for whateverI’d done wrong. I reminded myself to stand tall, act proud, do everythingshe’d told me to do. It didn’t fully register that we were going to a baruntil she crossed the flow of traffic and led me into a dim, hushed spacethat smelled of smoke and liquor. It was barely three in the afternoon,and the place was anything but crowded.My wife occupied one half of an isolated booth. I took the other side.She silently stared at me until I dropped my eyes. The tension was sothick I could taste its bitterness on my tongue. Urgency built within meto end it, but my jaw seemed locked closed. My mind spun madly, lookingfor the right thing to do, to say. A waitress appeared. Ellenordered a pair of stingers in somber tones. I thought she was diggingthrough her handbag for makeup so I could make repairs, but she extractedanother cigarette instead. The lighter added light to her face for amoment.”What? You disapprove of me smoking?””It’s just a shock is all. It looks so … like you’ve been doing itfor a long time.”She exhaled with what seemed relief. “What if I told you I started oh,say, six months ago? What if I said that, since you weren’t paying anyattention to me, I bought this dress and started going out?”My mouth hung open foolishly. “You did? Oh, God, Ellen!” Picturesflickered through my mind. Ellen, painted and needy, sitting in placeslike this looking for men.”I didn’t say that’s what happened. I said ‘what if.’ How would thatmake you feel?””Sick, I guess. And sorry I was so blind. Is there anything I can do-“Her laugh was harsh. “You keep assuming that’s what happened, youstupid bitch. If you knew I’d been fucking other men – excuse me, menperiod – would you feel betrayed? Jealous?””Of course! I love you, Ellen. I’d do anything to -“The waitress delivered the drinks, reducing us to silence again. It waseven worse than before. It was like she’d fed me a slow poison. I felt iteating at my guts. Doubt assailed me. Surely I’d have known. I’d havesmelled the smoke clinging to her flesh and clothes. I’d have been able totell if another cock had been inside her, if her lips had been passionatelylocked to another mouth.”‘Anything,'” she mocked me, easily taking more smoke. “There’s thatword again, Sheila. Every time you use it, you make me want to test you,to push you, to see if you really mean it.”I squirmed.”Drink up,” she ordered, not touching hers, but waiting for me to sipfrom my glass. Neither of us were big fans of hard liquor. Instantly, Ifelt the small taste. Its warmth expanding outward from my empty stomach.It’d been two days since I’d had a decent meal, and I knew the drink wasgoing to hit me like an avalanche. I wanted to ask her for a sandwich ofsomething. I held my tongue.”You still don’t get it, do you?””I … I think so. You’re saying that what I … what happened withCindy made you feel … uh, betrayed.”She leaned back. Her blood red smile was sharp as a knife. “I warnedyou. Remember? ‘If you act like a slut, I’ll have to treat you like one.’I think those were my exact words.””But I was just doing what you ordered me to do!””Did I tell you to cum? Did I tell you to like it? Did I tell you tolick up your cum, or kiss her, or promise to let her suck you off the nexttime she gives you a present?””No.” I stared at my woman’s hands wrapped around the drink, the rimmarked by my woman’s lips.She leaned forward. Her breasts touched the table. I could see downalmost to her nipples. “What do you call someone who gives sex in returnfor gifts?”My heart shriveled. “But you told me to thank her that way! I -“”I didn’t say a fucking thing about ‘next time,’ did I? Answer me! What kind of woman does what you did?”She was right. What’d I’d done – almost all of it – wasn’t reallybecause she made me do it. I’d WANTED to. I felt the weight of the wordsfill my mouth, overflow my lips. “A whore,” I barely whispered.”I didn’t hear you.”I repeated it for her. “A whore. I acted like a whore.””Is that what you are, Sheila?””No! I’m sorry, Ellen. I was wrong. I did a terrible thing. It’llnever happen again. I promise.””Un huh. And I’m supposed to forgive you. Just like that?”I swallowed. “I, uh … I guess I should be punished.””Are you asking me to punish you?”I finally managed to meet her steely gaze. “I want you to do whateveryou need to do. I need you, Ellen. I love you more than anything. If youhave to hurt me to forgive me, I’ll take it.” I was whining, begging. Imeant it with my entire being. “When I thought you’d abandoned me here, Isaw how much I need you. I can’t stand the thought of ever being withoutyou. I think I’d die without you. You’ve … I’m different now. I’mscared all the time. The only time I feel good is when I’m doing what youwant.”I watched her anger evaporate, saw the real love in her eyes. “Do youreally mean that, honey?”I was thrilled! “Oh, god, yes!””And you’ll willingly prove it to me?”I hesitated before I said the next word. I needed to be sure I meantit, she said. “Anything.”Her smile was a ray of brilliance. Her hand covered mine, squeezed. “You are a treasure, my love. I adore you. I realized something myself.What you did with Cindy made me admit to myself how much I need you, too.Now finish your drink.”I swallowed it with unladylike gulps, then gasped for breath. We bothlaughed.I shook my head at the instantaneous blast of dizziness, felt my hairtickle my shoulders. “Whoo! That’s more than I’ve had to drink in years.””Since our wedding,” she grinned, then pushed the second glass towardme.”You want me to drink this one, too?””Un huh. In time. But first let’s go freshen up. I love what Cindy’sdone to your face, don’t you?”I babbled affirmatives to her questions as we wound our way to theladies’ room. It was weird going in there, but the thrill of illicitnesswas back. I’d always wondered what those forbidden doors hid. I whisperedhow much fun it was to fool everyone, to take little risks like this andalmost dare people to challenge me.”I know exactly what you mean,” she laughed gaily, but softly. “I feelthe same way wearing these clothes and using so much makeup. That’s why Ismoke, too. It’s part of the disguise. Want to try it?””I’d choke. That wouldn’t be very sexy, would it?”We kept up our quiet chatter while we touched up our faces, tradingcosmetics, giving one another giggled advice. We were mirror images, Ithought. She dark, me light; she real, me false. For the first time,being wrapped in feminine clothes, my face coated with color, my bodychanged – all of it felt utterly right. Maybe it was the hammer-likeimpact of the alcohol, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing, and told herso.Her eyes filled with tears. “I never expected to hear you say that,love.”My smile in the mirror was bright. My lips were perfect. “I don’t know- or even care – why you wanted to do this to me. Thank you, Ellen.”6. Chapter – Stepping Out”You’re making me hot again,” Ellen told me. She deliberately weighedher heavy breasts. “See?”Her nipples were indeed denting the shimmering black lycra dress. “Inoticed,” I giggled, the alcohol making me reckless. “Would you like me todo something about it?””You’d do me right here in the bathroom?” she purred.”I’d do you anywhere you want. You make me hot, too, you know.” My lipswere suddenly hungry. I wanted to replace Cindy’s aftertaste with Ellen’smore pungent flavor.”Not yet. Let’s get tesettürlü escort bayan out of here before it gets any worse.””Worse?” I simpered teasingly, bending over to straighten my hose,placing my face near her middle. The cascading silvery mane feltwonderful. I could almost taste the dew certain to be collecting on theinner surfaces of her labia. With a sudden rush, I remembered that my wifewas wearing no panties beneath that tiny dress, that her sleek, shavedpussy was naked, mere inches from my saliva filling mouth. I felt my faceflush.”I want to lick you, Ellen.””You’re drunk, you shameless hussy. I’d better get some food in you. Come on.”Arm in arm, we re-entered the bar. My pulse was still hammering. I’deaten two pussies that day, had two marvelous orgasms, and was feelinghorny all over again. And rash.The bar was filling. Our return drew eyes. I was already aware of howbeautiful I looked, how sexy in the shape-fitting gold minidress. Thirty-seven, twenty-two, thirty-five, Cindy had declared with confidenceborn of expertise. At five feet two inches, sans the heels, that made me aknockout. The male eyes touching me didn’t feel quite so invasive. Thepotent drink had numbed my fear, warmed my libido. It was almost adisappointment to reach our booth and hide ourselves behind a table.Ellen leaned forward over it. The underhalf of her fine breasts againpressed the smooth surface, and her deep cleavage opened to me. Her eyeswere hooded, the way they got when she was aroused. Her nipples were stillerect, must be visible to all our admirers. A stab of envypierced me. My latex breast forms, full as they were, felt inadequate.”Would you like me to order you a snack, darling? Would you like tostay for a while longer?”I mechanically sipped the drink she’d pushed to my side of the table. Iwas ashamed of my budding, twisted desire. “If you want to.” Her facechanged to the look that demanded a real answer. “Yes. I’d like that.”She leaned back, dug for the cigarettes. “Now was that so hard?””I guess not.” I watched her chest swell as she filled her lungs withsmoke. “Can I, uh, would you mind if I changed my mind about, uh …””Smoking? Of course.”As Ellen’s lighter flared in my hand and I hesitantly hollowed my cheeksaround the tobacco, the waitress arrived with another pair of unorderedstingers. “From the gentlemen,” she informed us, nodding toward a table offive businessmen across the room. I didn’t like the taste of smoke at all.My wife turned to smile at the table. “Thank them, Sheila. Give themyour prettiest smile.”My face tightened, my flush deepened. Deliberately smile at five men?Men, just like me? Well, not quite like me, I admitted. But, wouldn’t itbe rude not to – as well as annoying to Ellen? I’d already hurt her,angered her deeply, and didn’t want to risk that again. I knew howenticing my lush red lips were as I turned up their corners and aimed themtoward the businessmen. As I did, Ellen shocked me. Beneath the table thetoe of one of her towering heels pressed againstmy thighs, rubbed slickly over my hose.My eyes jerked back to her. Her lips were slack. Her breathing wasquick. She’d slid down in her seat. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered.”Spread your legs, baby. Let me in.”My knees were knocking. I tried another puff of smoke. No one couldsee, I reasoned. I obeyed her and swallowed a gulp of my drink. Dizzily,I saw the lipstick coating its rim, marring the white filter of thecigarette trembling in my hand. My bent-under prick was hard, hurtful,invisible within the heavy elastic retainer. Her shoe slid smoothlybetween my knees, rubbed up and down my inner thigh. With each stroke, itwent higher, its tip dipping under my high hem, nearing the tops of myhose.”Stop. Please,” I whimpered.”Am I embarrassing you?””Yes.””Am I exciting you?”I wet my lips. “Yes.””Is your little clittie hard? Does it ache?”My hips wanted to rock. I wanted to slide down so she could reachhigher. “Yes.”She suddenly dropped her foot and sat up. Her succulent mouth shaped aninviting smile, directed over my shoulder. A deep voice throbbed in myear.”May we join you?”My entire body tensed. My head jerked toward the sound. Two men fromthe distant table, broadly smiling, stood expectantly over us. My earswere filled with a ringing noise. I barely heard Ellen.”Of course. Sheila honey, scoot over.”I reflexively did as she commanded, felt the bench seat sag under aheavy weight, smelled the sharp sting of male cologne over the stench of mycigarette. A muscular shoulder brushed me as the man arranged himself. Idared a quick look at my wife. Her heavy-lidded eyes were on me, glitteredmischievously. She’d deliberately set me up. She’d seen this coming. She’d toyed with me, knowing what was going to happen.She introduced us. I imagine I smiled mechanically, politely, althoughI’ll never be positive. The next few minutes are an absolute blank, a deephole in my memory. All I recall is a dire sense of panic. I was trappedin the booth. I couldn’t escape. There was nowhere to go. My glass wassuddenly empty. There was what I guess was a fresh cigarette burningbetween my curved fingernails. Ellen’s tall heel was sensuously rubbing myankle. My eyes on the table, I still saw her lean toward her gentleman,watched her pendulous breast flatten against his bicep for a moment. Beside me was a man. I darted my eyes up at him and he caught them. Hisgaze spoke silent volumes. How desirable I was. How much he wished hecould kiss me, touch me. Fuck me.Another round of drinks arrived. There was no food. The unaccustomedalcohol was bringing me out of my shock. Ellen was flirting with both men.Not outrageously, but encouraging them nonetheless. She was gently teasingme about being so shy – recently divorced, she explained, and way out ofpractice. She’d had to drag me out, she laughed musically. I wondered ifher pun was intentional, decided it was. She’d proven her genius. Everything she did was intentional. What did she intend to happen next? Her hand dropped to the man’s suit sleeve. Her eyes were locked with his.My throat tightened. Would she fuck him? Would she make me …My voice was shrill. It seemed to explode into the natural flow ofconversation. “Excuse me. I have to use the rest room. Ellen?” It was araw, desperate plea.”Already?” she drawled. Her companion slid out. Mine patted my thigh,let his hand linger for an instant before he moved. “Hurry back.” Hisbreath puffed against my overheated cheek.The drinks hit me like a truck the second I stood. The man who’d freedme from the prison of the booth – Larry, I think his name was – caught me,or I might have toppled off my heels. It was how he performed thechivalrous gesture that was notable. He gathered me into his strong armslike a lover. He didn’t hold me tightly or lewdly, but did press againstme from breast to thigh. My thoroughly warmed latex tits must have beenconvincingly soft. Through my spinning dizziness, I felt his erection onmy hip.I fumblingly pushed away from him, but he kept his hands on myshoulders, steadying me. The earth slowed its nauseating spin. Ellen wasstanding beside me, wearing a wry red grin. She took my elbow and guidedmy wobble toward the rest room. Her grip on my arm was painfully tight. The instant the door closed behind us, she pushed me against the walllength vanity. Her voice was a raw hiss.”What the fuck’s going on, Sheila? First you pout and sulk like alittle k** because I invited two gentlemen to sit with us, then you leapinto the guy’s arms like a horny teenager.””I’m drunk,” I slurred. “I fell.””My ass! It was deliberate as hell!””No!” I wailed. “I hate this, Ellen! All I want to do is go home!”She sucked smoke savagely, spat it back out. “Maybe you’d like it if wetook them with us? You’d like to fuck him, wouldn’t you?”I shook my head so wildly that I staggered. I felt the tears gatheringin my eyes. “Don’t say that. You know it’s not true. Please don’t be madat me. You know I can’t drink.””No one’s been forcing you, bitch.””I’m scared. It … I …”She suddenly relented, hugged me, petted my silvery mane. It felt goodto be comforted. I nestled into her arms, lowered my head to her shoulder.Her voice was soothing. “This’s happening too fast for you, isn’t it? Allthese new sensations, these new feelings. It must bevery confusing.”I nodded meekly, sighed from the pit of my soul. The smell of smokemingled with her perfume to form an earthy scent.”And,” she chuckled, “I guess I did forget to order you something toeat. Tell you what. Let’s go back out there and make excuses and get outof here. Okay?””Thank you, Ellen!””But I want you to do something for me first.””Of course!””I want you to kiss him goodbye. A nice long kiss, like you mean it.”I lifted my wobbly head. My eyes were big as saucers and I’m sure mypouty mouth hung open in shock. I started to ask her if she was serious,but there was ice gleaming in her eyes. I dropped my gaze. I’d screwed upso many times today that I’d lost count. I owed her whatever repayment shedemanded. I’d promised.I barely heard my own voice. “You really want me to?””I do. Open your mouth. Use your tongue. I’ll kiss mine, too – butI’ll be watching you. It’ll make my cunt gush down my legs. It’ll be funto watch them fall all over themselves, honey. They’ll beg us to go outwith them. We’ll give them a fake phone number, then I’ll get you home andfeed you and sober you up. Deal?””I guess.””Look at me,” she demanded throatily, wiggling her skirt up, baring hergarters, then her naked cunt. “Look how fucking wet you make me, baby. You turn me on so much it’s killing me. I’m not hot because of those goodlooking men. I’m dripping because I love watching you, Sheila.Feel it, baby. Feel how wet I am.”I numbly reached down and rubbed her labia with a slender finger. Shepurred, rocked her hips and took it a little inside. She was so slick, soready.”That’s what I want to kiss,” I heard myself say. “That’s where I wantmy tongue.”She took a step back, her eyes deep pools of desire. “Not now. In thecar. On the way home. Just pretend his mouth is my cunt.” She stretchedthe black dress down over her hips, hiding her beautiful pussy.She made me look at myself in the mirror. A reality check, she calledit. My own passion was as visible as my wife’s. My nipples couldn’t gethard like hers, but my face reflected it just as deeply. Guiltily, Ismelled the finger that had caressed her. Her chuckle at my gesture waslow.”Let’s go do it,” she said, “and get out of here before I **** you onthe spot.”Her left tit rubbed my right arm on the voyage back. I watched thetable approach, saw both men stand politely. They really were goodlooking guys. Their suits were expensive. They were polite to a flaw, andjust a little forward. But then we looked like the kind of women who wereasking for male advances, so that was to be expected.Ellen paused as we approached. “Sheila’s not feeling well,” I heard herdrone. We had to go. Disappointed noises from both. Ellen took us a stepcloser. My eyes were locked on the one who’d picked me. Well trimmed darkhair. Gleaming white teeth. Much taller than I was, andvastly more muscular.From the corner of my eye, I saw Ellen respond to the other one’s faintinvitation and lean toward him. I mimicked her, refusing to think.He gathered me up like I was a precious treasure. He enfolded me inarms far more powerful than any I’d been in. His head bent toward mine andmy lips parted, just as they would have for Ellen. My arms went around hiswaist.His mouth was hard. His face was slightly scratchy. His tongue wasquick, agile, demanding. He ground his face against mine and took my mouthwith his own. There was no way I could pretend it was my wife. Hisswollen groin was tight against my belly. When I pulled away, herelented, released me. My lipstick decorated him like an indeliblestain, yet it vanished completely as he transferred it to his white silkhandkerchief. Did he have a wife who’d notice it, I wonderedstupidly, then tore my eyes away.Ellen was completing the lie. Her desire-bruised lips were slightlyblurred, just as mine must be. I could make no sense of her words, justwaited patiently for her to finish. My man was saying something. I smiledmechanically, my thundering pulse drowning out all sound. When Ellenturned, so did I. We made our escape.All I remember about the long trip back to the car is the way my bodymoved. The plug buried in my ass caressed me with every short stride. Myhips felt loose, and I knew they swayed sexily. I didn’t care. I felt mybreast forms bounce every time my high heels jarred against theterrazzo floor. I felt the breeze of my movement lick my sleek thighs,my long hair tickle my shoulders, the faint weight of the heavy earrings.The corset’s tightness was reassuring. My stone hard little cock, aimedtoward my warm ass cheeks, rubbed slightly between my thighs. I was asdrunk on sensation as I was on liquor.I remember more about the drive home. I vividly recall burying my facebetween Ellen’s wantonly spread thighs as she sat behind the wheel. I knewthe windows were tinted and that my act would be unseen, but I’d have doneit anyway. I sucked and nibbled her through two restrained orgasms and wasworking toward a third by the time we achieved the garage. She d**g meaway from her gaping cunt long enough to slide the seat back, then fuckedmy face with crazed abandon, beating my chin with her hips. I don’t thinkshe was even aware she was speaking.”Oh, fuck me with that slutty tongue, baby. Stick it deep in me, justlike you did Cindy’s nasty little hole. I almost died when you came outwith your clit and balls dangling down and your cum still in your hotlittle whore’s mouth. I saw how you kissed that guy, cunt. You loved it.You let him tongue fuck your mouth, didn’t you, you nasty little slut? Youfelt how hard you made his big cock, didn’t you? Every time you smoked, itwas like you were sucking a dick. The way you strutted through the mallturned you on, didn’t it? It made you feel like a tramp, didn’t it? Youloved every minute of the whole fucking day, didn’t you, baby?”There was more. It was like each accusation, each question drove medeeper into her slick slit. It was all true, every word of it. And Iwasn’t ashamed. I felt no guilt. She was proud of me. This was what shewanted. Atop my lust was an overlay of gratitude. I trusted her. Sheknew what I wanted, what I needed. When she finally exploded, she did sowith v******e. She twisted my head, crushed my skull, jerked madly on myhair. I felt my own orgasm trying to fill my panties, and somehow managedto deny it. She hadn’t given me permission.The instant she threw me away from her, I rawly begged her to let mefinish myself. I was writhing with need, had to made fists of my hands tokeep them from my silky center.Ellen sprawled obscenely against the driver’s door, her dress around herwaist, her heavy tits exposed. Her nipples were immense. Her cunt lipsstill pulsed. Her makeup was intact, although she’d gotten lipstick on herteeth from biting her lower lip. She stared at me, had trouble lighting acigarette.”Put your feet on the dashboard,” she growled. “Open your legs as faras you can.”I scrambled to do what she wanted.”Reach down and show me your clit.”I jerked the panties away, loosed my purpled member from the restrainer,displayed it, gasping, trying not to blow at the wonderful thrills createdby my touches.”Bend forward as far as you can, slut. Try to suck it. Jack yourselfoff. Shoot straight into your mouth.”I couldn’t force the corset to bend much more and I whined infrustration. She helped me, grabbing my ankles, forcing my knees higher.It felt like I was being cut in half.”Open those slimy lips, whore, and do it.”Two seconds later, I erupted. A gout of sperm splatted against myforehead. A second struck my lower lip. The third landed on my heavingchest. The rest simply drooled over my pumping fist. The instant shereleased me, I started scooping up the fragrant, warm cum, eating it likeit was my favorite candy, wishing there was more.”Good, baby,” she cooed, “but not good enough. Let’s get you inside. I’ve got something I need to show you.”7. Chapter – Home Sweet HomeLater – much later, emotionally, if not by the clock – Ellen helped meto bed. I needed every bit of assistance I could get. I’d been tied in aposition similar to, though more relaxed than the torturous bent forwardstance she’d employed the night before, and she’d taught me two veryimportant lessons. I was more accustomed to the squeeze of the corset andthe angle of the high heels, so that part of it wasn’t nearly as agonizing.The rest of the punishment, though, was muchmore vicious than merely being spanked.Ellen’s first exercise was designed to illustrate how to suck cock. Sheemployed a strap-on dildo, one end of which was buried in the denuded cuntstill bearing my lipstick, and demanded that I perform fellatio on heruntil my jaws ached and the back of my mouth was raw.Begging her not to abuse my throat had proven worse than useless. Asshe tapped her false cock against my sealed red lips, she reminded me of myvow to do anything to earn her forgiveness. Would I prefer it if she wentto some bar and picked up a stranger equipped with the real thing andbrought him home for me? She’d be happy to drop to her knees in front ofme and lick its length, kiss its swollen head, and demonstrate first handhow it should be done, if I wanted that. My answer was to part my lips andask her to tell me what to do.The second lesson was how to take the same device, thickly greased, upmy stretched asshole. Relax, she’d urged as she pushed into me, and enjoyit. The physical pain was much less than I expected. The butt plug musthave opened me up quite well, and the alcohol had deadened me. Theemotional trauma was much more severe.My wife fucked my virgin ass – my cunt, she called it, her throatclogged with lust – until the pressure of the dildo against her clit madeher cum. By then I was so delirious that I could almost feel the rubberdong pulse and ripple in my gut as if it was expelling a huge load of spermdeep into me.Both were punishment for my slutty behavior at the beauty salon,fulfillment of her earlier vow to treat me like a whore if I acted likeone. After her orgasm had eased, she gently withdrew her cock from me andwiped it clean. As she used the warm, damp cloth to remove the messylubricant from my fiery red lower cheeks, she reached beneath me andfondled my engorged cock, murmuring that I’d earned a reward. My hipsresumed the thrust they’d learned while she’d fucked me, and I watchedenthralled from between my spread, chained, hose clad legs, as her handglided over my long flesh, massaging it against the latex prick, heated bymy bowels and still strapped to her. I shrieked as I came, shooting myjism all over her hand and the dildo.When she moved back to my head, she didn’t need to order me to lick theshaft and her hand clean. That I was hungrily licking real cum from a cockshaped toy was an irony that wasn’t wasted on me.Again I slept on the floor, chained to the bed frame, dressed in theloosened corset and a different teddy. Ellen had coaxed my stunned brainthrough the laborious process of removing all my makeup, explaining that itwasn’t good for my complexion to sleep in it, and showing me exactly how Ineeded to care for my skin. I voided my violated bowels and easilyreturned the ass plug to its home. In my exhaustion, even mycolor-stripped face looked wholly female. I stillfelt drunk, or d**gged. I wondered why I hadn’t seen how feminine mywere features before, how I had truly been a woman awaiting her rebirth allmy life.I silently cried myself to sleep, not because I was pain wracked fromher violation of me, not due to the cruelty of having every possible traceof my masculinity erased – but because I’d loved almost everything that’dhappened to me, the whole day long. My thoughts weren’t about how I couldrestore myself back into maleness after my two week surprise vacationended, but rather to pray that I could somehow extend it forever.It’d taken Ellen just over thirty-six hours to reveal, to myself and theworld at large, a side of myself I’d barely dared to even fantasize about.While I’d sneakily worn her panties and dresses, this was what I’d wanted.It’d been too horrifying, too perverse to admit, even in the darkestrecesses of my mind.Even as I was wracked by silent sobs, I was wondering what my wife hadin mind for the next day. I knew that, no matter what I said, no matterhow strenuously I objected, I’d welcome whatever she made me do, no matterhow degrading.My eagerness had passed by morning. The pain that hadn’t been there thenight before throbbed in my ass, burned in the back of my mouth. Mycalves, feet, and the small of my back were incredibly sore from wearingthe tall heels all day. My scalp itched like mad under thepermanently affixed wig. I had a hangover that felt like some insaneblacksmith was at work at an anvil between my ears. My stomach growledwith both hunger and nausea.When Ellen released me, she didn’t bother with shackles. I staggeredinto the bathroom barefoot to take care of essential business. Unlike themorning before, I couldn’t bring myself to stand to urinate. I told myselfthat was because I was so sick, and knew it was a lie. I sat on the toiletring because it would’ve been too shameful to act like I was still a man.My penis and testicles were the only part of me that looked male, and Icouldn’t bear the thought of peeing the old way. It would’ve beenshamefully hypocritical, a senseless denial of what had already become myreality.A long hot soak in a fragrant tub eased my physical woes, and a real, iflow-fat, breakfast lessened my psychic ones. Ellen weighed me. I wasastonished to see that I’d already lost five pounds. Her warning that thenext fifteen would be harder wasn’t lost on me. I swallowedmy big “vitamin” with mixed feelings. I’d become aware how the largedose of hormones had already affected my body. Part of me wished I couldswallow the entire bottle and accelerate the changes taking place. Theother part was ashamed to tears of that perverse desire.She had me dress in the black corset, but left it moderately loose, andhad me cover it with the first casual clothes I’d worn in what seemedforever. The new designer jeans were satisfyingly tight, and the threeinch heels were as easy to move in as tennis shoes had been in my old life.I thought the green cotton blouse was flattering with the gold choker inplace of the leather collar I’d been wearing for the last two days. Theonly makeup she allowed me was lipstick and mascara, which I had to domyself.I was still a pretty young woman, but one more suited to keeping housethan teasing cock at the mall. With rubber gloves protecting my too-longnails, I set about cleaning the house with more gusto than I’d ever feltbefore.It was a purely domestic day, as were most of the two which followed. There were no outrageous outside adventures. No shopping. No drinks atbars. No scenes with other women – or men.Ellen developed a routine for me. There were exercises designed tolimber me as well as work off pounds, without building ugly muscles. Therewere daily lessons in feminine behavior and voice sessions every afternoon.I gave myself two enemas every day. While grocery shopping- our only trip out of the house during those three quiet days – my wifebought me a videotape on cosmetics and demanded I memorize it, as well asread every magazine article I could find on the same topic.My feminine lifestyle quickly became second nature. I got so used to mylong silvery hair that I couldn’t imagine having ever been without it. Ifound I could do everything with my long painted nails that I’d donebefore. The aches in my leg and back muscles eased and beingwithout high heels didn’t feel normal. During rare moments withoutbreast forms and a butt plug, I felt like I’d been stripped of vital partsof myself.That was one of the most effective ways Ellen punished me. Afterbreaking one of our wedding wine glasses while unloading the dishwasher,she angrily took off all my clothes and made me continue my chores nudeexcept for five inch heels and heavy rubber gloves. I hated the way mycock and balls dangled, slapped against my smooth, hairless thighs withevery step. I felt fat and ugly with no corset to give me the lovely shapeI identified with. After an hour, I was intears, begging her to let me stretch my retainer over my male organs andlace me back into a corset.She was lounging in a hot bath while I cleaned the toilet and tilefloor. “You’ve broken something irreplaceable, Sheila. We toasted oneanother with that glass at our wedding reception. After having destroyed asymbol of our marriage, you ask me to lighten your punishment?””Just change it,” I said in my more refined female voice. “Please,Ellen. This is too … too -“”Humiliating? Disgraceful?” she mocked.I nodded, unable to meet her eyes.”If I let you start making amends, will you do everything I say for therest of the day without hesitation? No matter what it is?””Yes! I promise!”She lay in the steaming water with her eyes closed for a moment. Asmile grew on her face. “Run to the vanity and bring back your favoritelipstick, doll.”I took her order literally. Running in the tall heels was more scamperthan trot, but I’d become used to their limitations.”Lay on your back on the floor.”The tile was cold.”Raise your knees and spread your legs so you can see your clit. Goodgirl. Take off your gloves. Now paint it with the lipstick. All of it. Iwant it to be fuscia from top to bottom.”I stretched it, stroked the tube of vivid color up and down. Ithardened as I did, exposing yet more surface area to be coated. Sheclimbed from the tub, stood at my feet as I finished.”Do your mouth, baby. Smear it on heavy.”The chills racing through me weren’t caused by the cool floor. I ranthe lipstick over my mouth again and again until she nodded approval.”Now jack off, bitch.” She grabbed my ankles and bent me double, pushingmy knees as wide as they’d go. My shaft felt greasy in my palm, which wasinstantly coated with bright color. She strained my back and neck musclesuntil they screamed with pain, leaning all her weight on my comma shapedbody, forcing my cock closer and closer to my face.”Pull your plug, cunt. Fuck your ass with the lipstick. No! Leave thecap off the tube!”The plug came out with the usual wet sensation. It was larger than thelipstick, which slid easily inside my loosened hole. I held it so I couldsee the dark plastic holder go in and out. My hand was a blur on my dick.Slowly, my strained muscles let it come still closer to my slick red lips.”Lick it, whore.”I strained my tongue as far as possible, but it wasn’t far enough. Iwas an inch away from the smeared, swollen purplish- red tip.”Cum, lover. Shoot every drop right in your slutty little mouth.”As if her command was enough to make me explode, I did precisely whatshe demanded. The closeup sight of my expanding, pulsing prick, the visionof the first gout of sperm being expelled, the shocking sensation of my cumspattering inside my gaping mouth – these factors seemed to quadruple theintensity of my orgasm, send me into a realm beyond anything I’d everimagined. At that instant, my tongue somehow managed to make contact withmy leaping cock.Something happened deep within my soul. Something irreversible. It waslike an electrical circuit had been closed, a psychic switch flipped. Anall new energy burned through me. It was entirely my imagination, but Ifelt the whole length of my dick slide between my lips, into my mouth, downmy throat. All this in the split second before the second burst of cum hitmy hard palate, instantly followed by the third and fourth. By then, myentire body was involved in themind-boggling climax. My ass was spasming around the lipstick tube,squeezing it like a pussy does a cock. My hips were desperately trying tofuck my mouth.As the surges began to fade, my universe expanded beyond my body. Iheard my harsh gasps for air, Ellen’s thick voiced encouragements. Theheel of one of my red shoes was buried in her cunt. But, above all, thewonderful ripeness of my cum coated my mouth and tongue and soul.I’d been made whole. A single touch of tongue to cock had made all thedifference in the world.I caught the last oozes and dribbles in my cupped palm, milked my staffwith my lipstick covered fist, and licked it clean with a voracious hunger.I’d stepped over a precipice and was still falling. My taste had beenwhetted, not appeased. I wanted more – craved a steady flow of sperm downmy throat, not the teasing appetizer I’d given myself. I knew I’d gone madand I welcomed it.Ellen disrupted my delirious reverie by lifting herself off my spikeheel and dropping my rubbery legs. She fell atop me, her hips thrustingincoherently against my shrinking dick, her lips devouring mine, her tonguefrantic to share the flavor of my sperm. I felt the lipstick tube slipfrom my ass. I opened my jaws to my wife, letting her lap from my cavitylike a dog does from a bowl. She too was cumming, using my spent rod torub her clit.When she abruptly jerked away from me, her face bore an expression thatwas as crazed as mine must have been. Her voice was low and raw. “Washthe slime off your face and hands, whore. Leave everything else exactly asit is and have your nasty ass in the bedroom in threeminutes.”She bolted from the bathroom like a berserker before I could move. Every muscle in my body was relaxed. Pushing myself to my knees took amassive effort. But I could almost hear a clock ticking off the seconds inmy head. I was infected by her wild energy. I scrubbed at my face andhands, whining with frustration at the stubbornness of the lipstick’sstains.I had no idea if I met her deadline. Neither did Ellen. She wasthrowing clothes at the bed as I hurried on wobbly legs into the bedroom.”Get dressed, you sleazy cunt.”I tried to be careful not to smear my lipsticked cock and ass on myhands as I arranged my organs in the tight grip of the retainer. Isquirmed into the red corset while she lit a cigarette and stared at methrough narrowed, smoldering eyes. I rolled up equally red hose, steppedinto scarlet bikini panties. I looked around for an ass plug. There wasnone. I looked at her helplessly, seeking guidance.She grabbed the laces of the corset and began hooking me into it. Neverhad she used such strength, restrained me so impossibly tight. Evenwithout the gel filled breast forms, my tit flesh bulged into the cups. Mynipples were nearly as swollen as my wife’s. And I wished it was tighterstill. I ached for my tits to fill the cups to overflowing.She tied me off and roughly pushed me toward the vanity. “Paintyourself, slut. We’re going out. We’re going to get you laid for real. Make yourself look like the whore you are, Sheila. If you don’t use enoughmakeup, I’ll make you watch while some real man drills my cunt, then makeyou lick his cum out of me.”I was utterly infected. I wanted that. I wanted to lay helplesslybeside her while a long fat prick drilled her wet pussy. I wanted to hearher cries, watch her humping, spasming body. My mouth watered at thethought of tasting her cum mixed with someone’s sperm. It would’vebeen more like reward than punishment.I created a face just as slutty as she wanted because I wanted it asmuch as she did – maybe even more. I felt hollow, empty. I was going tobe fucked. By a man.”Good,” she growled, rubbing her cunt against the back of my head. Sheran a dildo over my cheek. “Use this on yourself while I do my makeup. Don’t even think about cumming again.”I flopped on the bed, curled my sexy legs to my chest and stroked thelong thin rubber cock in and out of my lipstick slickened ass while Iwatched her. It was good. Very good.I won’t lie. I won’t claim that everything that happened that night wasbecause of Ellen’s dominance. That had nothing to do with it. I did itall on my own. My mind remained filled with a haze as thick as my cum. Itallowed only surreal images of twisted lust to take shape. I waspossessed.I spoke the name of the notorious bi-sexual bar through lips too heavywith lipstick and gloss. I drove us there while she used the dildo on hergushing pussy. I licked it clean after each of her two orgasms. I askedher for a cigarette after we parked, after I’d freshened my wet red lips,just before I led our pranced entrance. I sucked smoke as I scanned thecrowd, found us a table. I crossed my legs so anyone who cared to got agood look at my long thighs.I was completely devoid of shame. I selected and rejected my dancepartners, seeking just the right man. I found him after about a half hour.I forgot about Ellen, who was on the dance floor dry fucking some guy. Iwas at the table, working on my second drink and my third cigarette. Iwanted him the moment he sat in my wife’s empty chair. My half hard clitlurched toward the crack of my ass. My lips ached to be crushed under his,and I unabashedly let him know it.He wanted to dance first. I felt his cock swell against my belly as Ipressed into him. It was for me. His cum was for me. I wrapped my armsaround his neck and strained against him. I stood on tiptoe and claimedhis mouth, drove my tongue between his parted lips exactly like I wantedhis prick to take me. He finally got the idea. I was no nice girl playingthe dating game. I was a wanton slut who only wanted his meat.Ellen had guided her partner near us and caught my eye. Her hand wasopenly rubbing her man’s cock. Her mouth was smeared. Her nipples weretwin bullets trying to tear through her black cocktail dress. Hergyrations on the dance floor had raised her skirt high enough to exposethe tops of her hose. Her eyes were glowing embers, drilling into me.I was looking at her while I licked my date’s ear and whispered into it.”I want to suck your cock. I need your cum.”I led him to our car, pushed him into the back seat. My quaking handwas on his zipper before he was settled against the far door. When I feltthe heat of his long, stiff, smooth cock in my hands, I froze. A wildthrill ripped up my spine, exploded against the top of my skull, s**tteringhot sparks everywhere. Time slowed. I watched my lovely hands drag it outinto view. My little fists encircled it, traveled its length, measured itsgirth. My mouth filled with saliva. This wasit. The time had come. My head was pulled toward his lap by anirresistible force.I already knew what it’d feel like, taste like, look like. There wereno surprises. Far, far back, in the dark corners of my mind, I’d imaginedthis all my life. Since puberty, I’d craved this. My passion-heavy redlips met the tip of his prick, kissed it tenderly, like a long lost lover.I knew what to do. I knew how to make him as crazy with need as I was.No born-woman could know what I did about how to please a man.I made love to a disembodied cock, not the nameless man it was attachedto. I licked and sucked and kissed. I ran him into and out of my mouth,fondling his heavy, hairy balls, flirting with his ass, occasionallygasping and shuddering and having to just jack him off as I was consumedwith wild ecstasy.He came too soon. I almost missed it. I had to lunge down on him ashis groans suddenly changed tone, as I felt his dick harden yet more andbegin its preliminary twitching. My head bobbed up and down, taking asmuch splendor into my mouth as I could manage.When the first gush came, I was ready. I tightened my lips on him andbegan my own orgasm as his seed hit the top of my throat with marvelousforce. I wanted to remember each pulse, each gout, each choked swallow -but I lost track. Specifics faded beneath the groundswell of myfulfillment. All I recall is drinking him dry, trying to suck him hardagain, and being pushed away.He was too sensitive, he said. I was hurting him. I didn’t care. Iwanted that fine prick in my readied ass. It was literally pulsing withneed. And he wasn’t interested. I watched in angry disbelief as he puthis cock away. He said he wasn’t into being watched and slipped out thedoor behind him.That was the first indication I had of my wife’s presence. I swept myhair out of my eyes and looked over my shoulder. She was leaning againstthe car next to ours fingering her cunt, pinching her carelessly baredtits. I leaned into the front seat, grabbed the dildo she’d left layingthere. I held it out to her, positioned myself on all fours on the seat.Ellen lurched forward and took over. The second she drove it between myass cheeks, I came again. She blocked my raw scream with her hand andfucked me with just the savagery I needed. She kept it up even after myarms collapsed, dropping my face onto the upholstery. Shecontinued, using both hands, while the seat muffled my choked sobs andwails. I’m nearly positive I had yet a third orgasm before her arms tired,but by then I was reduced to delirium. My hips had a life of their own,kept rolling and thrusting long after the dildo squirted from my hungryhole and clunked to the floorboard.8. Chapter – AftermathI recall nothing more until Ellen slapped me awake. She was standingimpatiently outside the opened car door.”Wake up, slut. Time for bed.”I was still in the back seat, but the car was now in our garage. I wason my back, my knees lifted, with the long dildo hugged tight to my chest.I awoke with full knowledge of where we’d been, what I’d done. I sucked aharsh breath and groaned when I tried to move. My ass feltlike the dildo was still inside, heated white hot. The man’s cum wassour in my mouth. An emotion was building in me that I couldn’t name.I saw the next slap coming, but was too sluggish to avoid it.”I said move, goddamn it!”I moved. I dragged myself upright. Clambering out of the car andfinding my balance took enormous energy. My compressed, underclad bodyweighed tons. I wasn’t fast enough for her.My wife grabbed my long tangled mane and jerked hard. I staggered afterher, off balance, bent forward, flailing my arms to keep from falling.”You’re hurting me,” I whined piteously. The back of my mouth was soreand my jaws ached.Her only response was to bark a nasty laugh and walk more quickly. Thekitchen again. This time I knew exactly why I was being punished, andoffered no resistance as she put my ankles in a spreader bar I’d never seenbefore, cuffed my hands behind me and lifted them toward theceiling, bending me into a right angle. She left me there. I wasafraid that I’d collapse and dislocate my shoulders. I hadn’t even managedto adjust to the position before she returned, carrying a full lengthmirror. She lowered it to the floor and slid it under me, between mywidely spread legs.She lit a cigarette. She’d repaired her beautifully sexy face somewherealong the line. She didn’t seem as angry. “Look at yourself, Sheila. Inever want you to forget this.”I was stunned, as if she’d slapped me again. First, of course, I saw myface. My tangled platinum blonde hair hung down, framing my totally ruinedheavy makeup. My eyes were surrounded by wide black circles of blurredeyeliner and mascara. The remaining deep emerald and rust eyeshadow lookedbland. My lips looked bruised, were ringed with a wide smear that was allthat remained of my thick lipstick. My false tits looked huge with myshoulders pinned back. The hem of my wrinkled red minidress had risen, butI’d have been able to see all the way up anyway from this angle. Where hadthe little red panties gone? My retainer dug into the soft flesh of mygroin, hugging my male organs into invisibility. The pale, slim thighsbelow were caked with dried cum. My vision swam for a moment. I thoughtit was his, that there was a beautiful cunt hidden in there, that it’dleaked the some of the sperm he’d shot so deeply into my soul.The stark light of the camera’s flash attachment as Ellen photographedme from every angle jerked me back toward reality.”Pose for me, baby. Push that great butt out. Can you see how red itis around your asshole? You were fucked good, whore. Too bad it wasn’tthe real thing in there. It’d have felt as good as it did in your throat.But you know that, right? You wanted it, but the fucker let you down,didn’t he?”I nodded, remembered to add a verbal “Yes,” as well.”But you know there’ll be other times. Any bitch as hot as you are canget fucked anytime you want. And a nympho cunt like you will want it alot. You’ll have so many dicks shoved in that tight ass and between thosecocksucking lips that you’ll lose count of them.”She fed me the cigarette. I watched my lips suck it, my chest expand asmuch as it could given my restraints, then my mouth purse as I exhaled. Ifelt her doing something to my left hand, realized she was removing mywedding band. I’d noted its incongruity once or twice. AsEllen twisted it off my finger, I realized just how wrong it was to wearit any longer. Women don’t wear wide gold bands. They can’t be marriedother women in our state. I tried and failed to blink away a rush oftears. Suddenly, the name of the dull emotion filling me had a name.It was grief. I was mourning my own death. Ellen’s husband was dead,gone forever. Shamelessly begging to suck that cock, thrilling to each andevery sensation, had sealed his fate, made his resurrection, not merelyunlikely, but impossible. I was Sheila now, body and soul.I was surprised to feel her doing something else to my ring finger. Anew ring, lighter, thinner, slipped over my knuckle. I strained my neckbut couldn’t see it. She slid her hand down my back, cupped my ass cheeksand petted them.”How much money do we have in savings?”Her finger distracted me as it toyed with my tender asshole. Herquestion made no sense for a moment. I sniffed away tears enough to speak.”I, uh, about two thousand, I guess.””Good. That’ll get us started.””Started?””You want real tits, don’t you? They cost money, darling. More likefive thousand than two, I think.”Her finger dipped inside me. My eyes locked on the reflection of mychest in the mirror. Real tits. Nice big, firm mounds hanging there. Tooverflow my slinky bras. To fill a bikini top on the beach. To be petted,sucked and bitten.Her voice was dim in my ears. She inserted a second finger. “Umm. Iknew that’d turn you on, slut. We’ll shave your larynx and change yourvoice while we’re at it. Maybe someday we’ll be able to buy you a nicetight cunt, too. Have a doctor gut that useless prick and tuck it awayinside you. You’d have three holes, whore. Room for three cocks at thesame time. You’d like that. Three men fucking you. Hands all over you,driving you crazy with lust.”Her other hand rubbed my too big clit while her fingers wiggled withinme. I was thrusting against her, watching my sleazy lips pant as mypassion again spiraled toward a new peak.”Oh, honey,” I groaned weakly. “Oh, shit. Fuck me, Ellen. Putsomething big and fat in me. Something hot and hard. I need it, honey. Ineed it bad.”She laughed merrily. “I’ve got just the thing. I’ve been saving it fora special time like this. Ron? Baby, come on in here.”I saw my shock in the mirror more than I felt it. Ron? We had aneighbor named Ron. A body-builder our age. Married to a dull, silentgirl named Miriam.Before I could even shape the question in my mind, it was answered. Isaw a pair of hairy, pillar-like legs approach. Barefoot.”Take over up here,” she purred throatily, withdrawing her fingers frommy ass. “I’ll get you ready.”Thicker fingers replaced hers, entered me without delicacy. I saw Ellensink to her knees, peer at me from between my legs. She licked hergleaming scarlet lips. Her hands weighed a huge, hairy pair of balls,massaged a growing cock. Without taking her eyes off me, she kissed itsswelling head, licked it with a lascivious tongue.”Yeah, I’ve been fucking Ron for almost a year, Sheila. I love you, butyour puny escort tesettürlü prick was never enough for me. Fucking you was always more likescrewing a woman with a cock than being with a real man.”Ron laughed at that, making his dick leap in her hand. She gave it amore lingering kiss, allowing the whole head to enter her mouth, andmoaning around it. Saliva and lipstick clung to it as she let it pop out.”We fucked with you right in the next room lots of times, Sheila. Wewere doing it in the pool house at the Robinson’s party when I told him howmuch you got off sneaking around in my lingerie. He was the one whosuggested that we bring you out of the closet, cunt. He saw youstaring at his crotch a couple of times and knew how much you’d lovefucking other guys. He helped me plan the whole thing. He deserves a goodfuck, don’t you think? He deserves to be the first to dump a wad in yourass. Give him a good ride, baby.”She guided his swollen, slickened dick between my cheeks. Her eyesglittered and her lips were parted as she teased me, rubbing the headaround my puckered hole. What she said was true. I’d noticed the size ofhis manhood with what I thought was shameful envy. Now I knewbetter. It was desire.My hole was slick and ready. I tried to push against Ron’s hard on. Ellen backed his cock away, continued her maddening flirtation. “Tell himwhat you want, Sheila.”I knew I was doing exactly as she’d said I would. I was begging to beass fucked. Without hesitation, I let my needs roll from my slutty mouth.”Fuck me, Ron. Fuck my ass hard and deep. Please. Give me what you’vebeen giving Ellen. Cum in me. I need you. I’ve wanted you ever since Iwatched you move in last year. Ram that fat cock all the way in and fuckme like a whore.”It was nothing like the dildos Ellen had impaled in me. It was hot,both hard and silky soft – alive! And, it was huge. As he thrust in thatfirst few inches, I felt myself stretching, and was filled with a burningagony. If I could have spoken then, I’d have been begging him to stop. Icouldn’t. My lips gaped, made a horrified red circle in the mirror. Myheavily made up eyes were huge. Ron yelled in pain and slapped my ass witha hard, resounding smack. “Relax, cunt! You’re hurting me!”I gasped for breath tried to concentrate on doing what he said. I musthave achieved it, because he slid in deeper, then began a slow pumping. Each push lessened the pain. The heat of him, the overwhelming fullness ofmy ass, felt unlike anything I’d ever known. The mirrorshowed his thick shaft disappearing and emerging from my body. Ellenlooked as enraptured as I was. She had one hand in her cunt, was makingwet noises with her fingers. She used the other to alternately hold herlover’s balls and caress my hidden ones.Overcome with lust, Ron gave up on gentleness. He took my narrow hipsin his hands and pushed hard, forcing the last half of his meat all the wayin. He started slamming into my ass then, without concern for my comfort.After three of four of his grunting thrusts, I no longer cared. It stillhurt, but the pain became secondary. The sights and sounds and sensationstransported me, mutated the agony, changed it to joy. I started wigglingmy hips, pushed back to greet his plunging cock. I was fucking my wife’slover, not merely being fucked by him.It lasted forever and was over too soon. I don’t remember Ellen jerkingmy retainer off my male organs. I don’t know when she started sucking mystraining clit. But I do know that when Ron’s pace became frantic, whenhis impacts started jarring my teeth and I was positive he was going tofill me with his cum, I exploded in my wife’s hungry mouth with enoughforce to gag her.But, glorious as that was, it paled in significance when Ron blew hiswad in my guts. I closed my eyes. I swear to god I felt his jerking spewall the way to my throat. I milked him, did my best to squeeze every dropof his precious sperm from him.As his pulsing diminished, I felt soft lips on mine, tasted the tangycum coating them. I returned Ellen’s impassioned kiss, sucked my cum fromher full mouth.Finally, I was whole.”Thank you,” I murmured into her mouth, making our kiss tender, moreloving than I’d known a kiss could be.My knees were too weak to support me. When they collapsed, my shoulderswere wrenched hideously. Had Ron not still been gripping my hips, I’d havedislocated them both. He held me up, his cock shrinking rapidly in my ass,while Ellen stumbled to her feet and dashed for therope. As she released it, our lover lowered me to the cold mirror. Ifelt his jism leaking from my hole, warm and sticky, as he pulled out. Oneof them freed my arms from the handcuffs.I lay there on my side, frail and helpless, while Ellen and Ronembraced. Her hand massaged his limp dick while he crushed her against himand she strained against his hard lips.She tore her mouth from his. “I want you,” she growled. “It’s myturn.” She jerked her head to face me. “Get him hard for me, slut.”She led him by the dick to me, pushed him down toward my face. I bathedhis spent flesh in hot, wet, hungry kisses, tenderly took it into my mouthand nursed on it, felt it begin to swell, fill my cavity. The second prickto visit my mouth tasted nothing like the first, felt even better. ButEllen deprived me of it as soon as I’d gotten it hard. She positionedherself on her hands and knees beside me, guided the pole in her handbetween spread thighs. Her eyes closed blissfullyas he entered her. I reached out and started squeezing her danglingtits. Ron batted my hands away and grabbed them himself, using them forhandles as he rode her, just as savagely as he had me.His violent thrusts moved her face closer to me. When her eyes opened,they were glassy with lust. She attacked my mouth with hers, grunted intome each time he hammered her. When she started cumming, she bit my lowerlip. Each time she spasmed, she bit harder. When he suddenlystopped, she whined in shock and need.His voice was a snarl. “Slide under your cunt of a wife, bitch. Lickmy balls while I fuck her. See how a real woman takes a dick.”I scrambled to obey. I not only kissed and sucked his balls, I alsoflicked my tongue over Ellen’s swollen clit, lapped the fluids thatoverflowed her pussy. Her lips were on my organ again, lapping the cumthat’d oozed from my ass. I was still so loose that her tongue actuallyentered me. I humped her face like the wanton slut I was. I had no moreboundaries. A lifetime of limits, of denial, rolled off me like a shedskin. I embraced my new existence, fit both Ron’s tender balls betweenwidely opened lips and rolled my wife’s clit with unabashed abandon.She began another series of orgasms, had to give up my little dick inorder to howl and scream. I released Ron’s testicles when I felt themtighten. It was astounding to see his huge rod swell and throb and fillher twitching cunt with another load of cum. As it leaked past her labia,I devoured it, eliciting still more shrieks from her. Ron jerked out androlled away, gasping for breath. I devoured her vacated hole, and shecontinued to cum, continued to shrilly cry out,wracked by spasms I refused to let end.Finally, sobbing, she fell on top of me, moving her throbbing groin outof reach.A sated, warm relaxation enveloped me. I only vaguely recall the chillwhen Ellen rolled off me. She and Ron spoke softly, but I could make nosense of their words. I sank into a deep peaceful sleep.9. Chapter – AwakeningThere was a vague noise. It was dark. The bed was far too hard, toocold. I was curled into a tight ball. When I began to roll over, I wasripped by pain. My ass. My jaws. My shoulders. I moaned.”Wake up, whore.” The ceiling light flared blindingly.Memory filled me, and my pain was explained. I was still on the kitchenfloor.Ellen leaned against the doorframe, smoking. She wore only high heelsand hose. Her nipples were swollen. Bite marks decorated the slope of hertits. Her makeup was mostly gone. What remained made her look cheap, used- and beautiful.I tried to speak. My throat was dry, raw, emitted only a croak.”Ron went home,” she explained. “We’re through with the bed. Get yoursleazy ass up there.”I was afraid I’d have to crawl up the stairs, but somehow managed toclimb painfully to my feet. I used the walls to keep myself erect andfollowed her swaying ass and trail of smoke.She released me from the corset and made me sleep in the huge wet spotthey’d left on the sheets. Each breath filled me with the perfume of theirfucking. I’d been good enough to earn a night in bed. No chains. Theworld faded again.It was still dark when I awoke, my bowels and bladder both demandingrelief. I eased Ellen’s arm off me and tiptoed into the bathroom. It hurtso much that I was afraid I was shitting blood, but my stool lookedperfectly normal. Wiping was agonizing. I shuddered a little, rememberinghow huge Ron had felt in me, and hoped that being fucked wasn’t alwaysgoing to hurt so much.I steeled myself before using the mirror, but the glass wasn’t the enemyit had been. Even without the corset, I was able to convince myself thatmy image was that of an undeveloped – rather, a developing – woman. Thosesweet lips had hosted two cocks after all, and thedimpled ass had taken its first prick. I squeezed and lifted my chest.If I continued to please Ellen, my tits would grow into firm globes likehers. Men could suck them, slide their greased dicks between them as Ipressed them together. I’d could kiss the cock heads at the top of theirthrusts, watch them swell and eject their sperm all over my face.I renewed my vow to be good and fought down the urge to stroke my hardclit.I was ready to turn off the light and go back to bed when I finallynoticed the ring. Where my wedding band had been was a small diamondengagement ring. A stab of sadness knifed me, the grief that’d been cutoff before. I hurriedly flicked off the light, but the emotion wasn’t soeasily banished. It clung to me like stale sperm, refusing to allow me toget back to sleep.Mourning my own death was hard. There was no corpse to shed tears over,nothing to bury so the healing could begin. I lay there until Ellen awoke.I went through the motions of bathing, dressing, applying my makeup,fetching and carrying for her on command. If she noticed mysilent anguish, she made no comment.After I’d done the breakfast dishes, she had me give us both manicures.She was surly, terse, easily upset. She smoked heavily and her every worddripped with scorn. Nothing I did was quite good enough. I was extremelycautious, not wanting to do anything to upset her further. Asinking feeling was added to my vague sorrow. Something was wrong. Sheleft me to do my chores and vanished into our bedroom.It was a little after two in the afternoon when she came downstairs,dressed to kill in the wet looking black minidress and metal-tippedstiletto heels. Her makeup and bearing were those of a call girl. I wasnearly finished mopping the kitchen floor. She stood close enough to letme see that, as before, her shaven cunt was exposed between her mesh hoseand garter belt. I felt plain in my work clothes and minimal makeup.”I’m going out. I want you to meet me in the airport Hilton bar ateight. Wear something really slutty, Sheila. There’s someone I want youto meet.””Are you …” I swallowed. “Is Ron …””This has nothing to do with Ron, darling. It’s strictly for us. Butit’s very important – maybe the most important date you’ll ever have – solook your best. Understand?”I let my eyes fall from her moist pussy back to the vinyl. “Do you haveto go so early? I mean -“Her smoky laugh was sharp enough to interrupt me. “Is my little fagbitch scared to be alone? Or just jealous that I may be getting my brainsfucked out while you’re doing housework?”I blushed. “You’ve never left me by myself before.””Of course I have, love. At the beauty salon, and right here in thisroom. You’ve spent hours all by yourself. Your chains and ropes are justinvisible now.” She stroked my long hair, pulled my head against her belly,rubbed my cheek over her sleekly covered mons. “Would you like to kiss mypussy goodbye? Get it nice and moist for the cock that may be in it in awhile?”I nodded. She planted her feet to either side of my head. I slid theskirt up and exposed her brown-lipped lower mouth. She rocked up and downon my tongue and nose until my face was wet with her flow. As I ate her, Iwas overcome with desire. She was going out, going to get herself laid forsome mysterious purpose, and I was preparing her for whoever would partthese very lips with a prick. I wondered how often she’d done this sort ofthing without my knowledge. I wondered how many men had fucked her eagerpussy while I watched a stupid football games or stayed late at the office.I wondered if Ron knew what a slut she was. And, I wondered who she’dfixed me up with, who’d be fucking my ass or mouth in a few hours – and whyit was so important.She abruptly jerked her flooded core from my hungry mouth, ending mylusty reverie. Her voice was low and throaty. “Take off your blouse,baby. I need to tighten your corset before I leave.”It was the red one. As she strained against the laces, compressing mywaist to at least twenty-two inches, I was already visualizing what I’dwear to meet her. How many loads of cum would her body have absorbed bythe time I arrived? A sudden thought stopped my impassionedplanning. “How will I get there? To the hotel?””A cab, of course. I left twenty dollars on the vanity.”Somehow the idea of taking a taxi was more intimidating than gettingdressed to go fuck some stranger. I tried to hide my nerves, as well as myshameful excitement. Her crooked scarlet smile told me I failed at both.She tied off my laces, smoothed her dress to cover as much as it could, andswayed out without another word. I listened as her metal shod heelsclacked over the floor, silently crossed the carpet, then echoed for a fewstrides in the garage. The door ground open. Iwatched from the window as she backed down the drive, cigarette danglingbetween slick, fat red lips. I saw Jerome Hillyard, our neighbor acrossthe street, stare open mouthed at the change that’d taken place in her. Had he done more than stare? Had she fucked him, too? How many of ourneighbors had dipped their wicks in Ellen’s hot hole? A lot of them, Iperversely hoped, twisting the engagement band circling my ring finger.I fought the urge to dash upstairs and begin getting ready. It was toosoon. And Ellen had made it clear that she expected all my work to be donebefore I left the house. I compelled myself to settle down and do thelaundry.I’d barely fixed my lipstick and gotten started when the doorbell rang.I froze in the midst of loading the dryer with damp lingerie. I couldn’tanswer the door! What if it was Jerome, or some other acquaintance? Icouldn’t let anybody see me like this! I decided to ignore it, pretend Iwasn’t home. But whoever was there leaned insistently on the buzzer.I peeked from the laundry room window, was simultaneously thrilled anddismayed to see that it was Ron. I was hesitant to let him in withoutEllen there. He’d want to know where she’d gone, what she was doing. Hewas liable to fly into a jealous rage. But he obviously wasn’tgoing to leave.Checking my face in the mirror, I fluffed my hair a little and hurriednervously to the door. I wouldn’t let him in. I’d tell him we were busy,that I’d have Ellen call as soon as she could.But, the instant I opened the door a crack, he pushed it wider andstepped past me.”Ellen’s busy,” I blurted, hiding behind the door, leaving it open. “Maybe you should come back -“”Ellen’s gone. I saw the car drive up the block a few minutes ago.” Heambled insolently to the couch and sat down.”Then what …” I began, but my voice failed me. Was he here to see me?”Close the door and come over here, bitch. I’ve been thinking aboutthat tight asshole of yours all day. I want another piece of it.”I blushed, both fearful and flattered. I was sure Ellen wouldn’t wanthim to use me unless she was here to watch. He was her boyfriend, afterall. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ron.” I kept the door cracked.”Oh, come off it, slut! Don’t play hard to get. We both know that’spure bullshit. You know you want it. You let me know last night how muchyou liked it. So get your sleazy ass over here. Wrap those hot lipsaround my dick and let me fuck that sexy face. If you’re real good, I mayeven let you jack off while I drill your ass.”He was right, of course. I did want it. I had the instant I saw himthrough the window. I vividly remembered how grand it’d been to be filled,stretched, used like I was a real woman. Honestly, part of hisattractiveness was because he was Ellen’s lover. Having the prick that’dbeen in her so many times rammed into me made me feel even more weak kneed.It’d be wicked to fuck him behind her back. But, if I got caught …Wickedness won out. Besides, if I resisted, he’d just take me anyway.What could I do? Call the police and scream ****? Run madly from thehouse? I leaned against the door and flipped the deadbolt.He wasn’t into small talk or foreplay. As I approached, both eager andtimid, Ron pointed to the floor between his legs. I sank to my knees,staring at the growing lump hidden by his shorts. It knew how large itwas, what it tasted like. And this time, I didn’t have to share it withanyone. I was alone with my first man. I was betraying Ellen just likeshe had me. I was as big a whore as she was. Saliva began to fill mymouth.But I wanted information along with his dick. I wanted to know howlarge a role he’d played in changing me into the cock hungry bitch I’dbecome in less than a week. So, as I reached out to lightly massage hiscock, I licked my lips and tried to milk him of more than his cum.”I meant to thank you last night for everything you’ve done to helpEllen.”His laugh was brutal. “Jesus. I can’t believe you’re really into itthis much. How can any man let this happen to him without a fight?”I slowly lowered his zipper. “I’m not just any man,” I told hisswelling groin. “I’ve always been a wimp. I think I’ve wanted to be likethis all my life, but never had the courage to admit it. I thought youknew that.””Not until Ellen told me about how much you got off on her clothes andshit.”My hand reached his flesh. It was so warm, so silky. “I wish she’dtold you sooner. How long did you two plan this?”He drew a harsh breath as I fished his manhood from his underwear andloose shorts. It was beautiful. It nestled against my curved red nailslike an eager pet begging to be stroked.”Six months or so, I guess. God, you’re sexy. Kiss it, bitch.”I teased the head with my tongue. I wanted the whole thing buried in mythroat, but was enraptured with the power of my situation. Ellen had mademe beg. Ron had, too, the night before. I wanted to turn the tables. Healready wanted me, but I needed him to crave me, to plead with me.”Tell me about it. It’s so exciting, Ron. I want to hear everything.”While I tinted his cock flesh with my brilliant lip color, while Ilicked his hairy sack, I prompted him to keep talking.”I knew the look,” he groaned. “Guys have been looking at my dick inthe shower, just the way you did, ever since I was a k**. I knew right offyou were a fag, and couldn’t figure out why a gorgeous bitch like Ellenstayed with you. Ooh, shit. Deeper, baby.”I tried to angle my head, to fit more of him between my bulging lips. Pink saliva glistened the length of his rod. It felt like my mouth hadbeen designed to do this. “More,” I gasped. “Tell me more.””Ahh! That’s it!” he groaned as my questing lips took more meat,stretched to reach for his balls. His hips started to rise and fall. “Ellen laughed when I told her how you looked at me. That’s when shestarted watching you closer and caught you messing around in her shit. Itold her I thought you’d make a hot looking slut. God, was I ever right!Oh, yeah! Suck it, baby!”I was thrilled beyond words when my throat seemed to open and Iswallowed him. My smeared lips nestled at the very root of his prick. I’ddone it! I stayed there, immobile but for my spasming throat and questinglips, until black motes swam before my eyes and I was compelled to releasehim and gasp air. I stared down in astonishment at his glistening eightinches. I was ready to cum. I resisted the impulse to reach down andtouch myself and rocket into heaven. I wanted this to last. I wanted tohear more. I was certain I could make him tell me whatever I wanted.”You wanted me, too,” I purred, lapping the length of his staff with mytongue. “You’ve always wanted me to suck your cock, haven’t you?””Yeah. I knew you’d be good. Almost every time I fucked Ellen, Idreamed of you looking like this, doing this. I wanted to hurry thingsalong. Your bitch of a wife insisted we had to go slow.””Umm,” I said, taking him half way in then backing off. “Good thingscome to those who wait, lover. Am I as good as she is?””Better,” he growled, grabbing my hair and jerking my head down. Nowthat I knew how, I let him impale every wonderful inch into me. “She won’tlet me fuck her ass, and deep throat makes her puke.”He humped my mouth until I was afraid I was going to pass out. I had tostruggle free. My voice was raw. I felt crazed by my need for what washappening. But there was still a glimmer of caginess left in me, as if itwas part of my widening lust. “You can do anything you wantto me. I don’t care. The dirtier and nastier, the better. I lovebeing treated like a cheap whore. Was that your idea, too?””Yeah. Nothing turns my crank more than sluts in tight dresses and wildmakeup. The first time I made Ellen dress up for me, I fucked her for fourhours non-stop. I made her cum until she begged me to quit. She loved it,too. I knew she would. Anybody who wanted to turn her old man into afucking woman had to be really twisted. Turns out she couldn’t get enoughafter that.”I was pumping him with both hands, letting my mouth writhe over the tophalf of his erection. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Mysphincter muscles were tightening and loosening on my butt plug. My assfelt moist, more than ready.”Did you make her fuck other guys? Did you make her dress cheap andtake her out and show her off?”He was close to losing control. “We went to parties. It was her idea.But she never hosed anybody else. I wondered if maybe she wanted to, butit ever happened. I let her flirt, dance, make them hot, then I’d take herinto a bedroom and fuck her stupid. We’d go back and partysome more and my cum would be running down her legs.” He struggled up inthe sofa, tried to pry me off his cock. “Has she been fucking around? Hasshe?””No!” I insisted, kissing just the head of his hard treasure. “Ofcourse not! You keep her so well fucked, how could she?””Have you fucked her, slut? Have you poked that little dick of yourinside her pussy?”I pulled on his cock and backed away from the sofa. “Not for almost amonth – and never again. I eat her whenever she wants. I can make her cumwith my tongue better than I ever could the other way. Come here, Ron. I’m so fucking hot. My ass needs you so bad. Fuck me. Please. Fill myhot little ass with that huge thing. Make me scream. Fuck me hard andmean and shoot your cum way, way up inside me. Tell me what’s going tohappen next, baby.”He stroked himself, staring at me with burning eyes while I wiggled outof my tight jeans. I’m not even sure he knew he was speaking.”She going to do like she said. She’s going to get you tits. Make youget a job as a woman. She says she’s got friends who can help.”I curled my legs up toward my chest, spread my ass cheeks so he couldsee me remove my plug. The sensation of having him watch me readyingmyself for him was a thrill as intense as swallowing his entire length hadbeen. He was so big, so strong. I was weak and small – yet I was incontrol.He leapt toward me, rolled me over onto my stomach. “Wait,” Iwhispered. “I want this to be good. The best you’ve ever had, Ron. I wantto make my asshole slick and wet for you. I want to lube myself with mycum. When you fuck me, it’ll be like fucking myself.”I had him hypnotized. I relished having my ass raised for him, peelingaway my retainer, exposing my purpled, lust heavy cock and balls. I knewsomething he didn’t. He was as gay as I was. He wanted me more than heever wanted Ellen. I could have made him suck me, as I had him – but a slypart of me knew that if I did, I’d lose control of him. He’d be toosickened by what he’d done to ever be nice to me again. He needed tobelieve he was the neighborhood’s straight, macho, musclebound hunk. So, Igripped myself, tickled myself with my long painted nails and teased himyet more. I bent my rod back and imagined it was sliding up my ass. Itonly took a few moments. I gasped, with my inflamed cheek pressed into thecarpet, while I pumped stickystreams toward my back door and rubbed my sperm into my tender flesh,dipping my fingers into my loosened asshole, pushing as much cum as I couldinside myself.My voice was hollow with need. “Do it, Ron. Fuck me. Do it now.”I took him much easier than I had the first time. There was no pain orchain to distract me. Like my mouth, my ass now seemed designed for cock.I revelled in the spoils of my seduction, the depth of his hammeringthrusts. I had more power as a woman than I’d ever had as a man. My bodyhad become a real tool for pleasure. Cindy had given me my retainer inreturn for sexual favors and told me how fantastic I was. The man I’dsucked at the bar had paid me with a drink and cigarettes in return for theblowjob of his life. I’d wrapped Ron around my painted pinky. I wasbeginning to think I might be able to manipulate Ellen, if I was careful.Ron’s pummelling was taking its toll on me. My cock had rehardened. When I angled my hips just right, it felt like he was fucking the inside ofmy overgrown clit. Sharp electric bolts tore through me, and all thoughtswere buried beneath the cascade of sensation. When he howled and filled myguts with his cream, I jerked and spewed in sympathy. He collapsed atopme, his mass pinning me to the carpet. Being held and having my neckkissed between his ragged breaths wasalmost as rewarding as being fucked.”You are one fine lay, cunt,” he sighed into my ear. “We’ll have to dothis again.”I carefully squeezed my buttocks together, caressing his still burieddick. “Any time, darling. But right now, I’d better get up and get backto my housework or Ellen’s going to be really pissed.””Speaking of the queen cunt, what’s she up to?””She didn’t say,” I lied. I was protecting her. Ron was obviouslyunaware he wasn’t her only source of cock. He may or may not have been theone to awaken in her a taste for tight dresses and heavy makeup, but I wasninety-nine percent certain that today wasn’t her first solo foray into theworld of bar sex. The only reason she hadn’t gotten laid the night beforewas because she needed to watch me get it so badly.”Maybe it’d be a good idea not to mention that I dropped by,” he said ashe raised his hips, freeing his limp meat with a soft sound that echoedinside me.I felt empty. My ass clutched around nothingness. Well, not quite. Ifelt his cum oozing from my still opened hole. “Whatever you say, Ron.”Another rush made me shiver. It was almost time to wrap myself in the redoutfit, paint my face as nastily as I knew how, climb in a cab and go to ahotel bar. I felt hot all over, and eager for Ron to leave.Luckily, he was ready to go, too. A thought struck me as he rolled meover for a farewell kiss to my smeared mouth. “Could you do me a littlefavor before you go?” I asked him between tastes of his mouth.”Sure.””Help me change shoes. I still can’t reach my ankles very well when I’min my corset.” I smiled inwardly. Would Ellen wonder how I’d managed thistrick? “And, while you’re here, maybe you could tighten my laces a little.They seem to have worked loose somehow,” I giggled.I didn’t complain that he overdid the tightening a little, reducing mywaist to closer to twenty inches, swelling what little tits I had evenmore. After he strapped the towering red heels to my slim ankles, I reachedup and kissed him goodbye, feeling his prick already stirring against mytiny belly. The fact that I could do that to a man who’d just cum insideme a few minutes before made me feel very good. I was a foxy little slut.Everybody who saw me would want me, and I wantedto be desired, to be lusted after.So, the instant I locked the door behind my lover, I cleaned up the cumstaining the carpet, but decided to take a risk and forget about my othertasks, despite the consequences. I had much more important things to takecare of.10. Chapter – ChangesMy heart was hammering wildly by the time the taxi pulled into thedrive. I’d asked the dispatcher to make sure the driver didn’t honk, butapparently he hadn’t gotten the word, because he did anyway, long and loud.The entire neighborhood was alerted, no doubt peeking out their windows tosee what was going on. Horrified, I debated what to do. The cabbie againleaned on the horn. Waiting was only going to make it worse. I boltedfrom the front door, praying I wouldn’t be recognized for what I was.My prayer was ignored. Nosy Jerome, across the street, was plainlyvisible, again drop-jawed. First he’d witnessed Ellen’s departure, clad inher skintight black minidress and wearing ten pounds of makeup. Now, somestrange woman – me, her lighter twin – in just as few clothesand just as much makeup. The proverbial cat was probably out of thebag.I was mildly surprised by how little I cared. Unless relocation was inEllen’s plans, the neighbors would no doubt see much more of me in thefuture. I was absolutely determined that my two week vacation wouldstretch out to encompass the rest of my life. I settled into the seatand crossed my legs.The driver was watching me in the mirror. I favored him with a brightsmile. He apparently wasn’t used to picking up women who looked likestreetwalkers in such a respectable part of the city. I knew exactly whatmy clinging, flame red dress, shimmering platinum blonde mane, andgaudy makeup made me look like.Being outside the house without Ellen was almost s much fun as fuckingwithout her at my side. I felt free to do whatever I wanted. I teased thedriver to distraction with my legs and lips, pretending I was ignorant ofwhat I was doing to him. But, when I leaned forward to ask him for acigarette, I saw the tent his erection was making in his pants. I toyedwith the idea of sucking him off rather than paying cash for my fare, but Ididn’t find him all that attractive, and I wasn’t very horny. Besides, Iwas already nearly late and didn’t want to risk Ellen’s wrath.As it turned out, it wouldn’t have mattered a whole lot. I was slowedby fear the moment I stepped from the cab. This was a very busy place. Travelers were leaving and arriving as if this hotel was the airportitself. My newly discovered confidence was shaken by the hustle andbustle. I tapped into the bar, feeling scrutinized by thousands ofeyes. It was packed, of course. I scanned the tables and barstoolsnervously and found no sign of Ellen. No tables were vacant, although bythe looks I was getting, I could have joined any number of solo males. Iopted for the view a seat at the bar would give me.I stood out radically in the somberly dressed mob. The dim light didn’tseem to dull my screaming red dress, and I felt like my long silver-blondetresses reflected every bit of available light. For the first time sinceEllen had left, I missed her. Had she been there at my side, I’d haverevelled in the attention that saturated me. Instead, I felt vulnerable,exposed – and scared.I spent the last of my twenty dollars on a glass of wine. I wouldn’thave had to, of course. There was very little I’d have ever had to buy formyself, dressed like that in a hotel bar. While that notion thrilled memore than a little, it did nothing to banish my uneasiness. Where wasEllen?I rebuffed three thinly veiled offers of “a drink or something,” and myrejections earned me a little space. Apparently, I wasn’t the readilyavailable bar girl I appeared, they must have reasoned. My self-confidencebegan to return. But the fourth voice in my ear startled me when the manit belonged to called me by name.”You must be Sheila,” came the gutturally accented baritone.I stared for a long, uncomfortable moment. He was tall and thin, with amop of unkempt blondish hair. He slouched and his tie was crooked, makinghis suit look too expensive for him.If I’d been able to maintain the mood Ron left me in, feeling as brazenas my outfit, I’d have smiled provocatively and come back with somethingwitty. Instead, I blurted, “Where’s Ellen?” acting asinsecure as I felt.His smile was mysterious. At least I was able to identify his accent asGermanic. “I am Hans. Ellen is upstairs in a meeting and has asked you tojoin us.” He performed one of those silly little stiff continentalhalf-bows and offered me his arm.Upstairs meant a hotel room. My throat tightened and my clit gave alittle lurch. I stood, nervously smoothed my skirt, and tried to take hiselbow like I’d been doing it all my life. It was a curiously pleasingsensation to be escorted so formally back through the bar and lobby towardthe elevators. My mind was spinning. Meeting? What exactly did thatmean? It was an odd term, applied to Ellen the way she’d acted when sheleft me that afternoon. The only business she’dacted capable of transacting was on her back with her legs flung wide.I was staggered. Literally. Hans gave me a concerned look as he pushedthe call button. I feigned a reassuring smile. Was that it? Was Ellenselling her cunt? The conversation in the bar in the mall replayed itself.The one about her cigarettes. What if, she’d said, she’d been dressing andmaking herself up like that and “going out” for six months – about the timeshe and Ron had hatched their plot. I’d assumed then that she’d beentrying to hurt me. While I’d sucked Ron’sdick, I’d imagined that there’d been some truth to her hypotheticalstatement, that he’d uncovered in her a desire to look and act like atramp. But I hadn’t imagined she’d actually whore herself. Surely, I’dhave known. Ruefully, I admitted that I hadn’t known anything about mywife until a week ago.The dinging arrival of the elevator jolted me from my reverie. In theclose confines of the metal box, my escort smelled of liquor and tobacco. Aquick craving for a cigarette grabbed me.Speaking took effort. “Excuse me, Hans. May I have a cigarette?”They were imported. He made no comment about the no smoking sign as helit it for me. The lighter was an ornate gold thing that matched the casein which he kept his tobacco. It was harsh and oddly satisfying. Mylipstick was almost invisible against the dark brown paper.I kept my voice going. “Uh, what kind of ‘meeting’ is this?”He nodded, frowning slightly, as if confirming something. “As Ithought, she hasn’t discussed this with you. Your friend has been incontact with myself and several of my colleagues for a number of months.”His voice registered deep disapproval.Ellen had introduced herself as my friend? To discuss what? Instead ofasking those questions, I quickly reassured him. “She and I are veryclose. I’m sure she meant this as a surprise.”His expression softened. “In that case, perhaps I have said too much?”I squeezed his bicep, gave him a soft smile. “It’ll be our secret.”His thin lips curved upwards and his eyes more or less politely measuredby body. “As you wish. I must say, you seem quite well adjusted.”I felt myself pale. He knew about the secret between my legs. I wasconfused. Should I feel betrayed or flattered? I took smoke verycarefully to cover my embarrassment. The elevator door opened at the topfloor. Again I accepted his arm. The far wall of the hall was mirrored. Isaw an extremely sexy little blonde woman, clad in fuck-me red, on the armof a tall thin man. She was gorgeous, in a brazen way, but her visiblediscomfort was spoiling her desirability.Angry at myself, I hugged my escort’s arm more tightly, deliberatelypressed my thigh to his as we walked down the hall. He squeezed my arm andsmiled. He knew, but he didn’t mind being close to me. Was he the”special friend” I was to meet? Was I being nice enough to him? And,above all, was he going to fuck me? If Ellen was whoring herself, wasshe going to sell my holes to this man and his “colleagues?” My bellyhollowed, not entirely with fear.I was anticipating a sordid scene as Hans turned to face a door andswung it open. My throat was tight. Would the room be filled with men? Maybe I’d see Ellen on her hands and knees, sucking one cock while beingfucked by another, or …What I was presented with was even more shocking. Ellen sat at the headof a table with three men. They were examining papers, not her pussy. Hermakeup and hair weren’t mussed. I felt a shameful stab of disappointment.She glanced up from what she was reading, and the room fell silent as alleyes focused on me.They weren’t the kind of looks I was growing accustomed to. They werecold, clinical, examining me more like a side of beef than a target oflust. I felt like a fool. Ellen had set me up, led me to believe that Iwas coming here to get laid – and I’d eagerly leapt at the chance toopen my orifices to whoever wanted them.A blast of raw sanity ripped through me. I saw myself as I was, for thefirst time in days. I wasn’t a woman. I was a married male with a dark,newly revealed, twisted taste for cock. I was a sham, a parody, a patheticjoke. My sickness had filled me. I’d given myself over to it. I’dembraced my depravity, wanting to believe I’d had no choice. I’d lied tomyself all the way along. If I’d really wanted to, I could have resistedEllen’s dominance and torture. I’d had moreopportunities than I could count to stubbornly say no, to insist thatthis charade end. I hadn’t, purely because I’d craved every last moment ofwhat had happened to me. I’d needed the excuses her coercion provided.All this in one of those wordless insights that take up such a paltryamount of clock time, yet change everything. Ellen was just beginning topart her lips and introduce me. Her associates, or whatever they were, hadyet to complete their scan of me. In that mere instant, I’d shed my sluttyhorniness and was wallowing in full-blown despair.A strange numbness kept the scene at a distance. It was like I wasfloating somewhere near the ceiling, emotionlessly observing what was goingon below as if it was happening to someone else. I mechanically took thechair Hans held for me. I saw my legs cross, felt the casual smile on mylips. Shouldn’t I be crying, I remember wondering, almost idly? I sensedthat this was probably one of the most critical moments of my life and wasastonished by the feeling of peace enveloping me.They were all European physicians specializing in various aspects ofgender re-assignment. Ellen had sought them out months before. They werethere to assess me. If I passed their examinations, I was to become awoman.In my altered state of consciousness, I felt no qualms, no hesitation. Ibasked in the glow of Ellen’s proud smile. Yes, I quietly insisted, thisis what I wanted, with all my heart. No, there was no chance I’d regretsuch a momentous decision. I was committed. No, I didn’t needthe traditional year of living in female guise to be sure. I was ready,right then.The interview took three gruelling hours. Two of the doctors had mildreservations, but I swayed the other two, Hans and a younger Frenchman mannamed Jordan. I didn’t, of course, leap on an airplane and fly to Denmarkto have my cock made into a cunt, although nothing would have made mehappier. There were arrangements to be made – and finances to be arranged.It was agreed, though, that I’d receive breast implants in the near future.Ellen invited them to stay for drinks. Jordan and Hans accepted, andEllen called room service while I stepped into the suite’s bedroom tofreshen up. As I touched up my face, I began to exit the trance-like stateI’d been wrapped in, and the reality of my choice took hold. It wasn’tfear that emerged, but excitement. A shiver rippled through me as I staredat the pale flesh of my cleavage and the twin swells below. In ten days,my corset would embrace living flesh, not molded latex. I could flauntthem with even deeper necklines. Men could suck them, pinch them, slidetheir pricks between them.My sharp, curved nails worked my false nipples and my real onesstiffened in sympathy. The thrill settled in, became heat. When the dooropened and Ellen slid through, I was still standing before the mirror,seeing myself as I was to become. In my mind, I was already a woman, not across-dressed fag slut.She walked up behind me, encircled my waist with her arms, and huggedme. I settled against her with a sigh, nestled my head in the cup of hershoulder, feeling the softness of her tit against my neck.”You liked my little surprise?” she whispered.I nodded, nuzzling her tit.”Would you like to thank Jordan and Hans for their kindness?”My belly hollowed. “Do you think they’d like that?””That’s why they stayed, darling.””To fuck me?””To fuck both of us.”She was right. For the first time, I experienced the delirious pleasureof giving a blow job while having my ass filled, and watching Ellen receiveidentical treatment. The only thing about the following hours I didn’tenjoy was being stripped of my corset, having my distinctly masculine bodymade love to by Jordan. I hid behind my long silver hair, stared at mylovely hands while he fucked my ass, cursing hoarsely in French.They left us around three a.m. I fell asleep in the hotel room bed,curled in Ellen’s arms, after lapping every bit of cum I could reach fromher pussy and ass and mouth. I was more content than I knew I could be. Three man had enjoyed my body that day. All of them had known everythingthere was to know about me, and lusted after me anyway. As I sank intosleep, I dimly realized that for the first time I was completely unashamedof what I was.I awoke disoriented. It took a few seconds to realize where I was. Thebed beside me was empty, but the faint sound of the shower emanating fromthe bathroom told me where Ellen was. I stretched, relishing the faintsoreness of my ass. I’d been penetrated there four times, had wildlyhumped the men riding me, and felt almost no distracting discomfort. Ifingered myself. My hole was loose and moist. I was ready for more. Irolled to my feet and padded in to join Ellen in the shower. There wasn’ta cock in the room, so I settled for a pussy, backing my companion into acorner of the stall, eating her until her knees went weak and she tried topull my entirehead into her slit.I felt so beautiful as I dressed and made myself up that I was almost intears. I wanted everyone to know. I wanted to be stared at, desired,seduced. Ellen’s mood was much more reserved, but I barely noticed. Ifelt free, in an all new way. I was ecstatically aware, as we made our wayback to the car, of the wide sway of my ass and the bounce of my tits. Iwas totally at ease with the way my every move was watched, and easily metthe eyes of those staring at me.I didn’t catch Ellen’s anger until we were well on our way home, andeven then she had to slap me with it.”You’re nothing but a fucking tramp,” she spat with venom after I’dfavored another driver with a wide red smile.I was shocked by the depth of her rage. I studied the floorboard. “I’msorry. I just feel -“”Nothing to be sorry about, bitch. You are what you are. Actually, I’mpleased. It’ll make what we have to do a lot easier if I don’t have toforce you.” She didn’t sound pleased.I drew on my cigarette, nervously rubbed at the lipstick on the filter.”What do we have to do?” I asked very quietly.Her laugh was a harsh bark. “We have to make a lot of money for yoursurgery.”I stared blankly at her for a moment, then looked out the window. Ididn’t want her to see my smile. There weren’t many ways to raise thethree thousand dollars we needed in ten days. I was going to be a verybusy girl for a while. The only question in my mind was if she was goingto whore herself on bar stools beside me. I hoped so. I really likedsharing with her.End