This is the 5^th story in the Date Night series. I wrote this story for the enjoyment of adults only. Hope you like it. Please send any comments to 4play@concentric.net

  

Date Night 5

by Mwmsissy

  

In the two weeks that had elapsed since the Mistress Rachel's wild party, my wife Chris had not mentioned a word about the events which had transpired there. While she had obviously had a very exciting time, I had spent much of the party bound and hooded in what was called the Playroom, but was really a dungeon. My mouth and ass had been freely utilized by anybody and everybody who cared to take advantage of my helpless condition. All of the Dom's at the party had. Even several of the other slaves, following their Master's or Mistress's directions had used me.

Mistress Zelda had left her mark, a Z formed on each cheek of my ass by welts from her whip, on me. The most drastic thing was having my nipples pierced! The pain had been intense, but fortunately short lived. My nipple rings were permanently in place, and I was constantly aware of their presence. The pain was gone, but I felt them every time I moved and my nipples were kept constantly erect.

The welts on my ass were fading and I could now sit without wincing in pain. My nipples were not completely healed, but with the care I was giving them, they soon would be. Curiously enough, Chris had ignored my rings; acting as if they didn't exist. That was a big relief to me, since I would have died if she had been using them as a dominance tool during the healing process. That practice would begin soon enough I assumed, a prospect which both frightened and excited me.

My thoughts had become very confused lately and I found it difficult to decide upon a course of action regarding our marriage. The submissive fantasies I wanted to act out, which resulted in my pledge of Date Night slavery, now seemed very tame indeed. Once Chris had discovered the exhilaration of having unlimited power, she could not seem to get enough of it. She had constantly pushed me far beyond any limits I would have established beforehand; had I even thought to set restrictions on her power. With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, I certainly should have!

One part of me resented the degrading things I'd been forced to do and wear. Being a sissy sex slave was one thing as a harmless fantasy; but quite another to endure on what had become a regular basis. The pain which had seemed so sensuous in my mind; really hurt in actual practice. Bisexual experiences which had never been a part of even my wildest flights of imagination, were now quite routine. More than anything else, being used sexually by other men had sapped me of my last vestige of manhood.

I suppose most men would have revolted, and refused to continue in such a state; but another part of me felt enormously proud of being a good slave to my beautiful Mistress. I had never seen her as happy as she was in her role as Mistress Chris. Her pleasure was worth a lot to me, and made the unbelievably perverse things required of me to evoke such joy seem worthwhile. The scariest part was that I was starting to get turned on by submissively obeying her commands. Somehow it seemed, the more debasing her demands became; the more excitement I felt carrying them out. Obedience seemed more crucial than sexual satisfaction, a situation which made rebellion a possibility that grew fainter as each day passed.

Chris and I had always been quite open with each other, freely discussing everything; but we never talked about the Date Night experiences. She must have felt that as Mistress Chris she was entitled to unquestioning obedience, and no explanation was needed. I was reluctant to bring up the humiliating things I'd been forced into; feeling that Date Night was better kept separate from the rest of our life. Strange as it might seem, this unspoken understanding had enabled us to maintain a normal, loving relationship except for our bi-monthly wild excursions into kink.

Even with all of my inner turmoil, I was very agitated today as tonight was Date Night again. My curiosity about what Chris had planned was mixed with a sense of dread. Ever since she had brought other people into our private game, she had increasingly grown more perverse in her scenarios. Once dressing me as Slut had been a very occasional thing; now it was required every Date Night. Watching Masters and other Mistresses in action had seemed to validate her treatment of me, as well as providing her with a host of new ideas. I was hoping we would spend this weekend alone; since when Chris and I played together things didn't get so extreme.

Chris phoned during her lunch hour and told me to " Get Ready", which was her way of telling me to be dressed as Slut before she came home. That simple phrase activated the entire transformation process; turning me from an average guy into her sissy sex slave. This involved full body shaving; applying body lotion and facial makeup; painting toenails and long fake fingernails to match; and administering an enema to myself; all before getting into my feminine apparel. The enema had been added to the routine last Date Night, and while I had thought it an unnecessary humiliation at the time, it had proved to be a wise precaution. With my ass being so freely used by so many people it made sense to have it clean at the start.

The first parts of the transformation were completed rather quickly, as I had been getting lots of practice lately. The enema was more difficult since I had never given myself one before. It even felt degrading without Chris watching, but that feeling was rapidly replaced by an overwhelming need to use the toilet. The surge of relief as my watery burden was ejected almost made it seem worthwhile to "douche". When my insides were empty, I cleaned myself up and hurried to don my feminine garments. The worst part was over.

My new pink pushİup bra forced my breasts up into real cleavage without covering the tops, thereby leaving my nipple rings hang freely. It also hooked in the front, making it easy to put on. Mistress Chris had thoughtfully purchased it for me after my piercing. I loved that it eliminated the need for duct tape, but strongly suspected that she had bought it because it left my nipple rings totally accessible. The matching lacy panties and garter belt went on next and then my pink mesh hose. I got my red shoes with the 3" heels and stepped into them before going to where Chris had hung my new outfit.

The white silky blouse was very sheer, nearly transparent and I knew that Mistress would insist on wearing a slip under it when she noticed that my nipples and rings were very visible through the fabric. The pink skirt came half way to the knee, short but a vast improvement compared to my maid outfit. Both skirt and blouse were a perfect fit. Mistress Chris had a good eye for sizes!

I put on my wig and as I brushed it into shape; I stared at the slutty looking girl in the mirror. It was hard to realize that this was the same face that had worn a beard for years. Sometimes I missed my beard very much, but knew that under the current circumstances there was no chance Mistress would allow me to grow it back again. For me to even ask for such permission would be taken as a sign of disrespect, and therefore out of the question.

Putting such thoughts aside I sprayed on some cheap perfume and put on the long false fingernails. I was Ready! This time early enough so I could greet Mistress at the door with a glass of wine. She would be so pleased by that I knew. I poured the wine ahead of time and placed it in the refrigerator, knowing that from the Den window I could see her car approaching from several blocks away and have ample time to meet her at the door. Being a good slave took some planning ahead and attention to details.

Standing by the Den window, so as not to wrinkle my new outfit, I watched for an hour and a half before I sighted her car coming down the street. Hurrying to the refrigerator, I retrieved the previously poured wine and went to stand by the door from the garage. A few moments Chris walked in, took the proffered wine glass and said," Thank you Slut, Mistress appreciates that." I replied," It's my pleasure to serve you Mistress." I helped her out of her coat and hung it in the closet. When I returned she remarked," You look very pretty Slut. I love the way your nipple rings show through your blouse; very sexy." I had been so sure that she would make me put on a slip to hide them that I was shocked that it had been her plan for them to be visible.

"Draw your Mistress a nice warm bubble bath." She ordered as she sat down to use the phone. "Yes Mistress." I answered as I left to obey. When the bath was ready I returned to notify her and found her on the portable phone. She didn't tell me who she was talking to, but merely arose and went to the bathroom and closed the door. As she passed me, she ordered me to start supper. I noticed immediately that she didn't even tell me what to fix. Usually when she had me cook for her, she specified what the menu would be.

In the kitchen, I looked at what was available for cooking on short notice and decided on fried shrimp. Plugging in the deep fryer to let it warm up, I prepared her a nice salad and a fresh roll while I waited. I also fixed myself a salad knowing that she would be pleased by that. When the grease was hot, I placed the breaded shrimp into the deep fryer and set the table. When all was ready, I rapped softly on the bathroom door and announced," Mistress your supper awaits." She emerged wearing her elegant robe, handed me the phone and her wine glass; and went to eat. I replaced the phone on it's cradle, refilled her glass and went to join her.

When I set her glass down she said," You'd better eat in the kitchen Slut; we're going to be around other Dom's tonight and you'd better get into the slave role early." She noticed my dejected look and added," You wouldn't want to mess up and have Mistress Zelda punish you, would you?" I quickly answered," No Mistress." Just the thought of Mistress Zelda wielding her whip on me was enough to make me shudder in fear! I took my salad into the kitchen to eat, while Mistress dined in private. While I missed being in her company, She was right; I did need to adopt the proper slave attitude before unwittingly earning punishment.

Mistress leisurely finished her meal and then went to the bedroom to get dressed, patting my buns as she passed me. I understood that I was now free to clean up the kitchen, clear the table and load the dishwasher. By the time the cleanup was completed I had only a short wait before Mistress Chris appeared wearing her fabulous black leather outfit. Her long leather boots went clear up under her leather skirt and had those wonderful spike heels. The leather top pushed her breasts up into a most desirable cleavage. She looked every bit the beautiful Dominatrix who fully deserved the slave's service I happily provided!

She lifted her skirt, exposing her bare bottom. She wasn't any underwear this Date Night either! I fell to my knees and kissed her magnificent pussy. She lightly caressed my head as I performed this act of submission saying," You're such a good slave." I felt proud to serve this wonderful Mistress. She had me fetch her black leather coat and my cape. She told me," Mistress Rachel should be here any minute now. She's picking us up tonight." I thought it very kind of her to share that information with me.

Just at that time Mistress Rachel's Car pulled into our driveway. Slave stepped out dressed in his maid outfit and opened the front door on the passenger side for Mistress Chris to enter. I got into the back seat with a man sitting there already; slave got in the back seat on the driver's seat. Mistress Rachel told Chris," This is Steve, I met him on the Computer bulletin board and he wants to become one of my slaves. He's coming along tonight to see if he is worthy to enter my stable." Chris turned to study him a bit and said,"Rachel you never fail to amaze me. I don't know if he has what it takes to be a good slave, but it will be fun to find out anyway." They both laughed and Mistress Rachel drove off.

Slave and I looked at our new companion trying to size him up. We knew that we were not to speak without permission, so I silently wondered if this poor fool knew what he was letting himself in for. Every humane instinct in my soul wanted to cry out, " Run for it while you can Steve!" Instead, we just sat in passive silence as we drove through the suburban streets toward our unknown destination.

Mistress Rachel pulled into the driveway of a ranch house typical for the suburban area. Slave and I quickly got out of the car and opened the doors for our Mistresses. Steve just sat waiting for someone to tell him what to do. Mistress Rachel said," Come Steve." and walked up to the front door of the house. Steve followed her and Mistress Chris, while Slave and I brought the Mistresses toy bags and another suitcase from the trunk along with us.

Slave M was at the door, again totally naked, and welcomed us to Master Jack's home. I didn't like this idea at all; Master Jack seemed the most menacing of all the Dom's I'd met so far. In his own domain he wouldn't feel the constraints of being a guest and could let his imagination run wild. M showed us where to hang our Mistresses coats and store our baggage, then escorted us into the Living Room. Master Jack and Mistresses Rachel and Chris were looking Steve over carefully as we entered the room. We went to each of them and kissed their feet as a sign of our submissiveness; an act that seemed to bewilder Steve. He still had a lot to learn!

Master Jack said," It's difficult to picture this as a slave with those clothes on." Mistress Rachel agreed with that assessment and ordered," Slut and M take this apprentice slave into the other room and get him suitable for presentation. You'll find everything you'll need in my suitcase." M took Steve's hand and led him away while I retrieved the suitcase and followed them. I heard Master Jack give Slave the drink orders as I closed the door behind me.

M and I had Steve remove all his clothes and stand in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom we were in. M told him," Stand very still with your arms in the air, we need to shave your body." With our combined experience in body shaving M and I soon had him hairless below the neck. He shuddered as M held his cock while I shaved his balls. His cock became erect in her hand; a natural enough reaction with M's naked body so close by. He wanted to fuck her alright; but didn't yet realize that if anybody got fucked, it would be him. He lost his erection as he was made to bend over and spread his cheeks so M could shave around his asshole. Humiliation won out over lust again!

As we put black lacy panties on him I explained," Mistress insists that her slaves be dressed as girls. Don't worry you'll soon get used to it." M took strips of duct tape and formed some feminine breasts from his chest flesh, before putting the matching bra on him. Steve couldn't help staring at M's nipple rings, they seemed to fascinate him all the more since he had seen mine through my blouse. I knew he was thinking that he might soon be wearing the same sort of jewelry, a scary prospect indeed for a guy who had probably never seen pierced nipples before.

While M applied his makeup she warned him to observe carefully the steps involved cautioning him," Mistress will expect you to do this by yourself. She wants to save her precious time for more important matters." Steve merely nodded silently, probably too stunned by the transformation he was seeing to speak. I glued on some fake fingernails, then painted them and his toenails with red polish as his facial treatment progressed.

M placed the fiery red wig on his head saying," You look quite pretty Stephanie." He had never seen himself like this before and couldn't help staring at the feminine face in the mirror. M placed a choker necklace around his neck, adding some clip-on earrings to match. Now he was ready for the rest of his female attire.

We showed him how to put his hose on without snagging them by rolling them carefully up each leg, and how to secure them to the garter belt. His dress had a flowery print that looked too springlike for this time of year, with a flared bottom coming to mid-thigh on him. His legs were not as good as mine I noticed, but he did look passible so Mistress Rachel would pleased. With a few final instructions regarding the proper behavior in front of the Dom's we led Stephanie back to be presented to Mistress Rachel.

When we entered the Living Room I saw that the rest of the group from the previous party had arrived. Mistress Zelda was standing by the fireplace with her slave Becky kneeling at her feet. Her whip was coiled menacingly over her shoulder. Mistress Goddess was seated on the couch necking with Master Jack; while slave Twink was on all fours serving as their coffee table with their drinks and a bowl of chips on his back. Sir William was having a casual conversation with Mistress Chris while slave Cunt was licking her pussy and Slave was sucking on his cock. Mistress Rachel sat in regal splendor in a throne-like overstuffed chair awaiting the arrival of her new slave. It was a totally amazing scene which would have been considered bizarre by even hardened swingers; yet seemed routine in this group!

We led Stephanie across the room stopping in front of Mistress Rachel. All conversation ceased, all eyes were on us except for Cunt and Slave who continued their service unabated. " Mistress Rachel we humbly submit the unworthy Stephanie who wishes to be considered for admission to your stable of slaves." I announced. Stephanie made a dainty curtsy. Mistress Rachel stood up and looked very carefully at the transformation M and I had wrought and nodded her approval. She said," Stephanie you look good enough to serve me, but you must first demonstrate your subservience. Only when your greatest pleasure is serving me, will you be worthy to be my slave."

All eyes were now on Stephanie, who seemed overwhelmed by the seriousness of the moment. It was a lot to absorb in a short time. At least I had been led gradually to my current state; this was happening so fast. Mistress Rachel now asked," Are you willing to submit to my will and give me your unquestioning obedience?" After a brief moment of silence Stephanie replied," Yes Mistress Rachel, I freely submit myself to your will and pledge my obedience." The new slave knelt to kiss Mistress Rachel's feet, which brought a round of applause from all the Dominant ones.

Mistress Rachel snapped her fingers and Slave hurriedly brought her a feathery mask and a strap-on dildo. While he was putting these items on her, I noticed Master Jack bring out a video camera. That explained the mask; they were going to film the activities and for some reason Mistress didn't want her face to appear in the picture. Stephanie had no such option. Ravel's Bolero began playing from the stereo as background music and the signal for everyone else to remain silent was given. This was to be a first class production!

Mistress Rachel led Stephanie to the center of the room and started sensuously dancing with her newest slave for a few minutes. She lifted the print dress and thrust the protruding dildo between Stephanie's thighs enabling her to guide the slave's movements more effectively. The room filled with sexual tension as we watched this dance of seduction proceed, in anticipation what was yet to come. Even with the background music we could hear Stephanie's breathing turn to panting. Mistress Rachel's breasts rubbing on her chest and the dildo between her legs made a combination which rapidly got her highly turned on.

Mistress Rachel knowing the powerful effect this dance was having, guided her excited slave to her knees and then to all fours. Moving behind and lifting the dress, Mistress slowly pulled down Stephanie's panties. While dipping her fingers into a jar of K-Y jelly Mistress she asked," Stephanie are you ready to be deflowered by your Mistress?" With one of Mistress's fingers already writhing in her ass, enhancing her excitement; Stephanie honestly replied," Oh Yes Mistress." The heavy breathing of her slave brought a smirk to Mistress's face; men were so easy to enslave!

Working in a second finger and then a third Mistress continued her manipulations until Stephanie was bucking back hard against the digital thrusts, before inserting the dildo. Master Jack moved to the front to record Stephanie's facial expression at the moment of penetration. Fortunately she was now so highly aroused that she was beyond caring about modesty or possible future uses of this film. Mistress began to pace the tempo of her strokes to the music. With her hands grasping Stephanie' hips she was in complete control as the music continued inexorably toward it's thundering conclusion.

Bolero ended at the same moment Mistress Rachel reached orgasm. In the silence that followed, the heavy breathing of the spectators could be heard. Clearly this demonstration of feminine power had stirred the passions of more than the two participants. Mistress withdrew the dildo allowing Stephanie to slump exhausted to the floor. Master Jack turned off the Camera and led a rousing round of applause. While everyone was congratulating Mistress Rachel for a magnificent performance, Mistress Chris told me," Go to Stephanie and comfort her."

I went to where Stephanie lay and sat beside her on the floor. Taking her across my lap, I hugged her to my chest and tenderly wiped away the tears which streaked down her cheeks. Softly I reassured her," There, there, it's all right now honey. I'm sure that you pleased Mistress." She lay passively in my arms taking such solace from my words that her quiet sobbing soon ceased. I bent my head and kissed her lightly on the lips.

" How cute you two look together!" I heard Master Jack say sarcastically. Startled out of my peacefulness by this unexpected remark, I looked up to see him standing there with his camera running again. Mistress Rachel held a Video cassette in her hand and I assumed that Master Jack had reloaded the camera with a fresh cassette. The others were gathering to watch as he ordered," Continue slaves I want to film you two making love." I glanced quickly at Mistress Chris hoping for a reprieve, only to receive a nod indicating her agreement with that command. While I had been forced into bisexual acts before, I presumed that Stephanie was a virgin to such things and so I would try to make this as pleasurable as possible.

With warm, wet kisses and tender caresses; I slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off. I next undid her bra and began licking and suckling her nipples until she became sexually excited. Now naked except for garter belt, hose and heels; this arousal was clearly evident by the exposed erect cock. I reached down and stroked the cock a few times before standing to strip off my blouse, skirt and panties. I left my bra on as it pushed my breasts up so nicely.

Stephanie reached up to slip his fingers through my nipple rings, sending painful excitement through my body. I pressed my cock to her lips and with only a slight hesitation she took it into her mouth. Despite her lack of experience, she began to tongue the head and suck gently as if she'd done it many times. I knew that with the pain from my nipples and the pleasure from my cock, I would shortly come in the pretty mouth servicing me. Mistress Rachel, sitting nearby fingering her pussy, must have recognized this also and used hand signals to direct us into the 69 position with me on top. She wanted to prolong our performance as visual stimulation while she brought herself to another climax.

Once in the 69 position, with a cock scant inches from my face, the next part was obvious. I took the cock into my mouth and began sucking it, as Stephanie was already doing to mine. When I felt my climax was imminent, I slipped a finger into her ass. this brought both of us to simultaneous orgasm. As we milked the last drops from each other's cocks, I noticed Mistress Chris motioning for us to kneel with open mouths displaying their contents for the camera. I helped Stephanie to her knees and we knelt holding hands while Master Jack filmed away. When the signal was given for us to swallow our mouthfuls, we did. Stephanie had just swallowed her first semen, and it was mine! I was also proud to be the recipient of her 'Maiden' blow job. Taking her face in my hands I kissed her deeply. The degrading spectacle we'd endured together, had created a warm bond between us that was mutually felt.

Mistress Rachel ordered Stephanie, " Crawl over here bitch and you may now lick my pussy." She crawled on hands and knees to obey her Mistress. I struggled to my feet and gathered up my clothes. Mistress Chris came to me and said," I'm so proud of you Slut. You behaved magnificently." She kissed me lightly on the cheek, causing me to beam with pride. I'd brought joy to my Mistress!

Sir William came over to us and asked Mistress Chris if she wanted to go to bed with him. She replied," Why yes Sir, I'd love to." Oblivious to my presence, they left hand in hand to find a bedroom. Finding their departure difficult to watch, I looked back to see Stephanie licking pussy with Slave fucking her from behind. Slave's hands were pinching her nipples controlling the pace of the action. She was trapped on the same hideous ride I'd experienced myself. I knew how tormented she must be feeling and pity for her filled my heart. I wanted to intervene, but knew that would be a very foolish act.

Mistress Zelda interrupted my indecisive thoughts by calling," Slut, come with me." Still carrying my clothes, I followed her respectfully to a bedroom. Cunt was laying naked on the bed when we walked into the bedroom. Noticing my surprise, Mistress Zelda informed me," I want to fuck her using you as a go-between, but first I must freshen up my marks on your ass. Assume the position Slut." Draping my clothes across a chair, I knelt on the bed between Cunt's widely spread legs. Mistress commanded," Lick her pussy Slut." Replying," Yes Mistress.", I used my fingers to spread her nether lips and put my tongue to work. With my face buried in my work, my bare ass was exposed for Mistress Zelda's signature.

Knowing what to expect this time, I was determined not to cry out. To help myself endure the lash quietly, I forced my tongue as deeply into Cunt's pussy as possible; bringing my mouth into firm contact with her vulva. Basically, I was using her bottom as a gag to at least muffle any sounds I might make. My body quivered in fearful anticipation.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! Three swift strokes with her whip and my right cheek was properly marked. With scarcely a pause, another three lashes were applied on my left cheek. Without even looking at my rear, I knew the new Z's had been placed precisely on top of the previous ones. Mistress Zelda was an expert with her whip!

My plan had worked! No sound escaped that could be heard, although Cunt could certainly feel each lashing stroke transmitted to her through my tongue. My ass felt like it was on fire, but I continued lapping away. Cunt was quite aroused by now, and strangely enough...so was I. The tension, submission and the oral sex had gotten my cock erect again! Amazing since I had already come so recently. Mistress Zelda fastened a cock ring around my cock to ensure that my erection would remain until it had served her purpose.

Mistress lifted my face and kissed me on the mouth, savoring Cunt's juices there, before guiding my cock into the orally prepared vagina. This was fantastic! At last I was going to get to fuck someone at one of these parties. Mistress climbed behind me and began forcing her well greased, strap-on dildo into my ass. When it was fully inserted, she reached around and grasped my nipple rings. She softly said," I know your nipples are still very tender, but move perfectly with me and the pain will be minimal." This seemed a gentle gesture on her part, so I gratefully uttered," Yes Mistress, I will try very hard to do so."

She started fucking me with slow strokes, each thrust in my ass resulted in a corresponding move by my cock in Cunt's pussy. My ass remained pressed closely against Mistress's body as she and I moved as a single person. Mistress was using me as a human dildo; a mere extension of her rubber one! I was unable to ejaculate due to the ring which kept my cock painfully engorged; and despite my craving for release, could only continue my intermediary role until Mistress was satisfied. Cunt was thrashing and bucking wildly, her breath coming in gasps as we brought her to orgasm after thundering orgasm. She was kept in this state of frantic arousal for a long time before Mistress had her own orgasm and was satisfied.

Mistress released my nipple rings, withdrew her dildo and pushed me aside to embrace Cunt. They were kissing and caressing each other as I stood by the bed watching. My nipples were throbbing; my ass sore and oozing lubricant; and my cock still painfully engorged stuck straight out! I felt horribly used, unfulfilled, and exhausted. Mistress looked up and ordered," Leave us Slut." I replied," Yes Mistress Zelda.", and returned to the Living Room.

Walking into the Living Room I saw Mistress Goddess sitting on the couch, with her legs spread and Stephanie licking her pussy. Poor Stephanie had certainly been through a lot her first night of slavery. Mistresss spied me instantly noticing my erection, which was quite apparent since I was only wearing my bra, garter belt, hose and heels. "Come here Slut." she demanded adding, " I have a use for that." I had been hoping for a little rest, but answered, "Yes Mistress Goddess." and went to her. "Lie on your back on the floor." she ordered me as she pushed Stephanie away from her crotch. I complied and she straddled my body and lowered herself onto my vertical cock.

Mistress began riding my cock as if she hadn't had one inside her in years. She told Stephanie," Come lay by us and kiss Slut while I enjoy my ride." Stephanie did just that, kissing me on the mouth. As our tongues met she tasted of come and pussy, as I was sure I did also. While the kisses had been commanded by Mistress to start with, there was a warmth and caring about them that signified a genuine desire on both our parts. When Mistress Goddess was satisfied and departed we continued to kiss and embrace each other until we fell into exhausted slumber.

The sleeping part of the night is always short at these parties, and it was not long before I awoke to find myself still embracing Stephanie. Mistress Rachel was standing there smiling down at us. " Did you two girls sleep well?" she asked sweetly. We both nodded dumbly, suddenly feeling awkward about embracing each other. What had seemed so natural last night, seemed perverse in the morning light. We separated and stood before Mistress. She noticed my still swollen cock and taking pity on me removed the ring. " Get cleaned up girls and fix your makeup. You look like hell." she stated. Undoubtedly a very true statement, as we'd both been through a lot in the last twelve hours!

We hurried into the bathroom to quickly shower and redo our makeup before there was a mad rush by the others to use these facilities. Stephanie and I had just stepped out of the shower when she looked at my cock, which was gradually returning to it's normal color. She whispered to me," Would you like me to suck you off now?" That sounded very appealing to me since I had so much intercourse without release last night, but wisely declined with a warning about the consequences of recreational sex by slaves. Our sexual activities were strictly controlled by the Dominant ones. Stephanie nodded her agreement, but her eyes had tears in them.

We went back out to Mistress Rachel who had been joined by several other people. Slave M handed us frilly aprons to wear and led us to the kitchen where we helped her fix breakfast. Twink and Cunt soon arrived and joined us. Cunt delivered a tray of freshly filled coffee cups to the Doms assembled in the Living room. As she walked out of the Kitchen the Z's on her rear were clearly visible. Twink was joined with Becky in setting the table; they both bore the marks of Mistress Zelda's whipcraft on their behinds too.

Finally, the last to make their appearance, my beautiful Mistress Chris, Master Jack, and Sir William emerged from their bedroom to join the others. A naked and very bedraggled Slave followed wearily behind them. He clearly had been busy all night. Mistress Chris was positively glowing with sexual satisfaction. While I would never know what occurred in that room, she'd obviously enjoyed it tremendously. How I wished that I'd been a part of pleasing her directly instead of being used by others while she played.

The Masters and Mistresses chatted happily during breakfast as the slaves served them. They discussed how well the film session had gone and all the fun they'd had last night. While they relaxed after a good breakfast Mistress Rachel mentioned that she had an announcement to make. All conversation ceased as she stood up. She said, " I have decided to change the names of my slaves. Stephanie has demonstrated her worthiness to enter my stable by her performance last night. She will now be called 'slave four' as her official slave name. Slave will henceforth be known as 'slave nine.' I chose this name because of his nine inch cock and due to his lengthy faithful service has earned a higher number than my newest slave." The Dom's applauded and congratulated the slaves on their new titles. Slave four was actually blushing as everyone looked at her.

When the commotion died down Mistress Chris said," Now I need a nap. Becky come with me, you can be my teddy bear to cuddle with while I sleep." Taking her by the Hand Mistress Chris led her off to the bedroom. I felt bad that she hadn't chosen me to cuddle up with. Being around the Dominants seemed to make her forget I existed, except when she needed Slut to perform slave chores. This was so unfair; after all I had endured to please her, I deserved some consideration.

Master John, Sir William and Mistress Goddess took Cunt to with them as they left presumably to sleep. Mistress Rachel told slave four, " Draw your Mistress a nice bubble bath and you may bathe me." Four quickly left to carry out this pleasant task. It had been one thing he had been hoping for even when he was still Steve, which now seemed a lifetime ago.

Mistress Zelda remained to supervise the cleanup chores being performed by the remaining slaves. When the Kitchen was cleaned and the dishes washed Mistress allowed slave nine to curl up on the floor and take a nap. Twink, M and I ran the vacuum and generally tidied up the place under the watchful eye of Mistress Zelda. She even had us wash, dry and iron our clothes so our appearance would be suitable for the night's activities.

When our cleaning duties were completed Mistress Zelda summoned Twink to kneel between her legs and give her clit some oral attention. She ordered," M and Slut make love to each other, I wish to be amused." This was an order I was delighted to obey;

I'd wanted to have sex with M ever since I first laid eyes on her naked body! She must have felt the same way by her warm responses to my caresses. Mistress allowed us to progress at our own pace without giving directions or interruptions. She was involved with Twink's tongue and preferred watching us as her personal porno show. That was fine with me, for the first time in this group I was making love to a woman as a man!

What a joy it was to engage in warm, tender loving after all the rapes and forced perversion we slaves had been through. Concentrating on each others pleasure, M and I were able to ignore our surroundings and the increasing audience as the room began to fill with people emerging from the bedrooms. It was as if we were the only people in the world, moving to a wonderful rhythm of romantic sexual delight. Achieving our mutually desired simultaneous orgasm, we continued kissing and caressing each other. I wanted to be with her all night, and would have had this been a regular swinger's party.

Our state of blissful contentment was quickly shattered by Master Jack ordering," Becky clean M's pussy, it's full of disgusting slave come." Becky replied," Yes Master Jack.", and scurried across the room. Pushing me aside, she lay between M's legs and lapped up the come I'd so recently deposited there. As I stood up to get out of the way Mistress Rachel said," Slave four lick Slut clean, she needs it too." I knew that Mistress didn't care about my cleanliness, but was merely using this opportunity to demonstrate her complete control of her newest slave. Slave four didn't sound as sweet as the name Stephanie had, but now fully dressed and made up she still looked as feminine. Looking down at the pretty face that was licking my cock and hairless balls, I found it almost unbelievable that this was the same person who had arrived here as Steve. A man who had lived totally straight all his life was licking my male parts while dressed as a woman and loving it! The Masters and Mistresses were experts at converting normal people into their devoted slaves.

Slave nine was preparing to cook steaks on the grill while Cunt was preparing the rest of the supper. Twink and slave four were ordered to assist them. Mistress Zelda told me," Get yourself dressed and ready to go Slut." I replied " Yes Mistress Zelda.", feeling very grateful for the gift of normal sex with M she'd given me. I did wonder about her use of the word go, but realized that her plans would be revealed when it pleased her to do so. I washed myself, touched up my makeup, fixed my hair and put on my freshly laundered outfit. Checking my appearance in the full length mirror, I decided that I did look like a pretty girl. I was 'ready'!

The Dom's were finished eating by the time I rejoined the group. They were enjoying their after dinner cocktails and casual conversation. The slaves were eating hot dogs in the Kitchen. Slave four fixed me a plate of food and we ate in silence, listening to the conversation coming in from the Dining Room. We were trying to pick up clues about any wild plans the Dom's had for the evening. While we had no choice in the matter, we were curious none the less.

Mistress Rachel announced," It's movie night at the Club tonight, Zelda and I want to take Slut and slave four down there. It should be a fun time, anyone else care to join us?" Mistress Chris replied," No thanks Rachel, Jack and I have already made plans involving slave nine and some deliciously kinky stuff." Sir William also declined saying," I'll pass too. Goddess and I will take care of the other slaves." He laughed and added," Between us we can think of something to amuse ourselves!" They all laughed at this last remark. They were sure there would be no lack of creativity with Sir William and Goddess in collaboration.

"The Club?" I'd never heard of the Club, obviously the Dom's all had, even slave nine had rolled his eyes at the mention of the place. I wanted to ask him about what kind of place it was, but knew that even if I whispered the question, it would not be answered. Nine was far too obedient to misbehave even in private. No need to press the issue, I'd find out soon enough.

Mistress Zelda summoned slave four and I. She had us fetch her and Mistress Rachel's coats. I put my cape on and slave was given a shawl to throw over her bare shoulders. The Mistresses led the way out to Zelda's van, where they sat in front and four and I took our places in the back seats. The Mistresses were talking calmly but were obviously anticipating an exciting evening. Four held my hand, nervously seeking some support, as we drove towards the unknown.

The Club turned out to be a bar in the city. Judging by the nearly full parking lot, the place must crowded. Mistress Zelda expertly wheeled into an empty space in a dimly lit part of the lot. She and Mistress Rachel strode into the bar full of self-assurance, with four and I following timidly behind. This was our first time in a public place dressed as women, so our hesitance was understandable. Our Mistresses had sternly warned us to be very obedient to avoid embarrassing them in front of their friends. The implied threat of punishment for any infraction was enough to overcome our nervousness, so we dutifully followed them into the bar.

The doorman recognized the Mistresses and respectfully led us to a table near the dance floor with a reserved sign on it. Removing the sign, he signaled for a waitress. Mistress Zelda pulled out my chair and helped me get seated. She was treating me as her girlfriend. I noticed Mistress Rachel was doing the same for slave four. The waitress came to take our orders. Mistress Zelda ordered a shot and a beer for herself, a whiskey sour for Mistress Rachel and then told the waitress," Bring our bitches each a glass of white wine." The waitress smiled knowingly and left to fill the order.

Soon she returned with our drink order and after setting the drinks in place asked," Will there be anything else Zelda?" Mistress reached into her coat pocket, pulled out two video cassettes and handed them to the waitress saying," Give these to George for his contest." The waitress looked at four and I, and grinning broadly, nodded her affirmation of the request. I suddenly realized what those tapes were. They were the ones made last night by Master Jack. Four and I were the stars of one and his subjection rape on the other! Slave four must have come to the same decision and nervously sipped his wine, while I was gulping mine.

We sat watching the dancers on the floor. Men danced with women, women danced with women and even a few men danced with other men. No wonder I had never heard of this place! Many people wore leather garb, with most of the rest wearing lacy frilly things. This was like no place I had ever been before! It was a leather bar inhabited by those into that scene.

Mistress Zelda looked at us and ordered," Slaves go to the Lady's Room, remove your panties and bring them back to us." We stared in shocked immobility for a few seconds before answering in unison," Yes Mistress." Slave four and I left holding hands as we made our way to no-mans land. We felt everyone in the place knew where we were headed, but few paid any attention to us. In this land of the bizzarre we didn't seem that unusual. The Lady's was located at the end of the room in a short hallway next to the Men's room. Two men were leaning against the wall kissing passionately as we squeezed by them to enter our assigned destination.

For the first time in my life I was inside the ladies john. Other than the absence of urinals, the main difference seemed to be more stalls and a bigger counter for fixing makeup. Anxious to leave this off-limits area, we quickly entered stalls and pulled off our panties. While there I decided to urinate. Knowing that standing to do so would be a dead giveaway if anyone was to walk in, I sat on the stool and relieved myself. By the sounds from the next stall four was doing the same thing.

We exited the stalls nearly simultaneously, washed our hands, and turned to leave. Two Biker Babes blocked our exit, standing between us and the door they had just entered. My panties suddenly felt very heavy in my hand. The big cigar smoking Babe asked," You two are with Zelda aren't you?". Politely I answered," Yes Mistress.", a response that was an automatic reflex by now. I didn't mean anything but respect by using the title Mistress, but it offended her. She snarled," I am not a Mistress, but I am a very mean bitch that you don't want to anger!" The other Babe suggested," Maybe we should check them out to see if they are real girls or merely sissies invading our domain." The big one nodded and ordered us to lift our skirts. The real fear of recieving physical pain from these two hard Biker Babes overcame the humiliation of doing as demanded and we shyly raised our hems to expose our shaven privates. The Babes laughed at our discomfort, ridiculed our inadequate equipment, even discussed stripping us naked and handcuffing us in stalls. " Maybe some of the other ladies would find them amusing." the smaller one said.

Slave four and I were really frightened now, as they seemed to seriously be considering some very drastic actions. The big one shook her head slowly saying," No they are Zelda's slaves and even though it might be fun to teach them a lesson, the resulting confrontation with her would not be worth it." She stepped aside and said," You two sissies had better get the hell out of here right now." We dropped our hems down, and hurried out of the bathroom as fast as our heels would allow. Had we not belonged to Mistress Zelda, I shudder to think of what may have befallen us.

Mistresses Zelda and Rachel looked very good indeed as we returned to our table. They were our lifeline in this place, since both four and I now realized how dependant we were on their protection. I laid my pink panties before Mistress Zelda as four was doing the same with his black panties for Mistress Rachel. The Mistresses spread them out to display them for all to see. I blushed crimson fully aware that anyone seeing them would know that my bottom was bare! Four stared meekly down, unable to look at people who knew he was being so humbled.

The music stopped, the lights dimmed, and a big screen television set came on. A voice on the public address system announced that it was time for the Amateur Video Contest to begin. The crowd grew quiet as the first movie began to play. It was a crudely made, short movie of a Biker fucking his babe as she leaned across his Harley. The second video showed a lesbian couple making love. The third one showed the big Biker Babe we'd run into in the Lady's room whipping some gal with her belt. It was very brutal, but drew quite a few hoots and cheers from the Biker element of the crowd. Her slashing strokes were very crude compared with Mistress Zelda's artistry. I couldn't watch, thinking how close to being on the receiving end of similar treatment I'd been earlier.

The strains of Bolero began playing and drew my attention back to the screen. The quality of the filming was very superior to anything previously shown. Master Jack knew his craft. Even though I'd witnessed the actual performance in person; on the screen it seemed far more sensuous. The crowd was mesmerized, watching in silence until the thundering creshendo's of the finale brought them to their feet cheering and yelling bravo!

It must have taken ten minutes for the crowd to settle down enough to begin the next film. This was the video showing Stephanie and I making love. Slave four held my hand as we watched ourselves on the screen. Despite its being a command performance, it showed us making love instead of merely having sex. I had felt tenderness while doing it, but hadn't realized how clearly it showed. I squeezed four's hand gently to indicate my affectionate support and recieved a shy smile in return. When this video ended there was polite applause instead of the rauccus uproar of it's predessor. It had been sensuously intense, but lacked the brutality and force to enflame this crowd.

When the prizes were awarded Mistress Rachel's didlo rape of Stephanie won first prize. The one of Stephanie and I took second place. The Biker Bitch took third place. George, the owner of the place, awarded the prizes; $50 cash for first place, $25 for second place and $10 for third. Mistress Rachel collected her prize and she and slave four took bows acknowledging the applause from the crowd. Mistress Zelda collected the second place money and had four and I curtsy to the crowd. The Biker Babe collected her prize with a very subdued girl at her side. Brutality and fear were Biker Babe's means of controlling her slave.

The music resumed and people started dancing again. George had sent over another round of drinks to our table as additional thanks for the choice movies Mistress had entered. These Amateur Video nights were a big money maker for him and he was thrilled to have quality material in his contest. Mistress Zelda nodded her thanks to him and gave a toast to our Victory.

A large, hairy-chested, bearded man wearing jeans and a leather vest with no shirt came to our table. His arms were heavily tattooed, giving him the appearance of a cliche' character from a Biker film. He kissed Mistress Rachel's hand respectfully and said," Congratulations Rachel, you make great movies." Mistress Rachel acknowledged the compliment with a modest nod saying," You're too kind Spike, but thank you." Spike moved to Mistress Zelda and asked," Zelda may I dance with your bitch?" She shrugged her shoulders and replied," Of course Spike old buddy, be my guest."

Spike took me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor and pulled me close to him. I was very inexperienced in dancing backwards in heels, but his sheer bulk guided me across the floor with amazing smoothness. His hand went under my skirt and he fondled my bare buns as we danced. I tried to quietly protest but, his other hand forced my head to his hairy chest to quiet me. "Ssshh, relax baby I won't hurt you." he whispered reassuringly. His hand worked around to my front and he started massaging my cock while kissing lightly on my neck. Regardless of his revolting appearance, I found myself getting very turned on by his expert manual manipulation. When he kissed me full on the mouth, I returned it warmly; like the slut I'd become!

The song ended and Spike led back to our table with my erection stiffly forming a bulge in the front of my skirt. I had been on the brink of orgasm and wished the song had gone on for a few more seconds. Spike just laughed at my predicament saying," That's one hot bitch you have Zelda." Mistress replied," Yes, she can be quite a pleasurable toy." Spike asked," Can I take her home with me Zelda? I'll bring her back in a few days when I'm finished with her." The thought of being at the mercy of this brute for days struck terror in my heart! Fortunately Mistress Zelda answered," Spike you know I would share her with you gladly, but she's not my personal property. I have borrowed her myself from Mistress Chris and she might take offense if I gave her slave away without her permission." Spike understood this reasoning, being a Master himself, and shrugged saying," Maybe another time, baby." He sat on my chair and pulled me onto his lap asking," Is it ok to play with her here Zelda?"

Mistress replied that it would be fine and took Mistress Rachel out to dance with her. Slave four was dancing with the Biker Bitch, who had lifted four's dress exposing the bare bottom underneath. Four looked desperate to escape from the grasp of this sadistic woman, probably an indication of the threats being made by his partner. Spike lifted me easily with one arm and used his other hand to open his fly. He lowered my asshole onto his erection and quietly ordered me," Wiggle your ass to the music bitch." This was incredible in a public place; he was fucking my ass in the middle of a crowd! If anyone noticed they gave no indication of it.

His rough hands unbuttoned my blouse and he pulled on my nipple rings to keep me in tempo with the music. He sat very still and I was forced to squirm quite vigorously to bring him to climax. He had gotten quite turned on during our dance also, as he came quickly. After he filled my insides with his come; he lifted me off his lap, zipped his fly and left without a word of thanks. I buttoned my blouse up and longed to make a dash for the bathroom. Which bathroom would I use? The ladies room held too much fear for me to risk that again: and if Spike was any indication, the men's room might be even worse! My uncertainty kept me riveted to my chair with his come oozing slowly out of me.

Mistresses Zelda and Rachel returned followed shortly by Biker Babe bringing slave four back to our table. Biker Babe thanked Mistress Rachel saying," Thanks for the use of your slave, maybe sometime I can borrow her for more serious play." Mistress Rachel replied," You're welcome to the dance dear, but I don't think that it will be possible for you to use her until I am completely through with her. You tend to leave your slaves in very poor condition and unusable." Biker Babe snorted," You're just to soft to be a Mistress Rach; you need to rule with an iron hand not a velvet glove." She swiveled around on the heel of her boot and stormed off. Slave four heaved a mighty sigh of relief as she departed and Mistress Rachel put her arm around four to comfort her. Four was obviously shaken by her encounter with that brutish, menacing woman.

Mistress Zelda announced," Spike would like to use Slut for a gang bang with his boys." She looked into my eyes and asked," Would you like that Slut?" I earnestly replied," Oh no Mistress, please not that! Please!" Being gang raped by that group of brutes was too horrible to contemplate. At least in our group the rapes came singly and weren't overly violent. Mistress Zelda smiled and said," I thought not and told him another time perhaps, but we had to be going now." Relief flooded throughout me so fully I would have kissed her ass on the spot; had it been permitted or requested. Mistress Rachel said," We'd better leave then, we don't want Spike and his crew to think we're slighting them." Slave four and I nodded our hearty agreement with that suggestion. We were only too eager to leave this hazardous place.

Mistress Zelda took my arm in hers as a sign of ownership and led me through the crowd towards the door. Mistress Rachel and slave four were right behind us, also arm in arm. Spike was making kissing motions with his lips at me as we passed his table. Several of his gang clutched at their crotches as a promise of things to come. I felt safe with Mistress Zelda protecting me and was able to retain my composure even in the face of the menacing gang. Slave four actually trembled when the Biker Babe said," Someday you'll be mine baby." as we passed her table. The prospect of falling into the clutches of that visciously sadistic Bull Dyke was clearly an unerving idea. She must have told four some frightening things while dancing.

Out in the open, the cool night air felt very clean; even though it chilled my bare bottom. The sense of relief was overwhelming when we reached the security of the van. Slave four and I were so thrilled to leave the hellish environment of the Club behind us that we hugged each other closely in the back seat. The Mistresses seemed to have enjoyed their evening; chatting happily about their video's triumphant victories. Of course they had not felt the oppressively threatening aura of impending doom that four and I had been exposed to. They knew how vulnerable we had felt and it amused them to act as our protectors. Our gratitude for such protection would increase our dependance on them and therefore enhance our willingness to serve as slaves.

We arrived at Master Jack's house, where we were admitted by slave M. I relished the sight of her nude body, remembering fondly our lovemaking session earlier in the day. It felt good to be back in familiar company again! I made a mad dash to the bathroom to relieve myself and clean my ass which was still oozing Spike's come. Anything reminding me of my experience in the Club was intolerable.

Upon my return to the living room, Mistress Chris greeted me with," Did you have a good time Slut?". All the built up tension of the evening came back in a rush of overwhelming emotions. Tears were running down my cheeks as I slowly shook my head no. Mistress came to me, took my hand and led me off to a bedroom. Once in private, she had me strip naked and get in the bed. She lay beside me and started caressing and comforting me. As I sobbed openly, Mistress chris began to masturbate me. She kissed me tenderly and gently tongued my nipple rings, while continuing to massage my cock. Her genuine care for my feelings helped lift my spirits. She seemed more like my loving wife than Mistress Chris at the moment. I was in heaven!

My sobbing ceased as my passion increased. Soon my hips were thrusting to aid her manual manipulation to bring me to orgasm. My cock was spurting warm semen onto my stomach and Mistress milked it of every last drop. When I slumped back on the pillow, my passion spent, Mistress used her hand to scoop up my come and force it into my mouth. A Mistress could let down the barriers between herself and her slave for a brief time without risking loss of control. Even as I licked her hand clean, I was thankful for the caring comfort she'd displayed tonight. Regardless of how much she enjoyed playing the Mistress Chris role; she really loved me! I loved her more than life itself!

She rolled me on my side and cuddled up closely behind me, her wonderful breasts pressed against my back. She whispered softly," Sleep well Slut, I'll take you home in the morning." Thus assured of not being forced into any more slave duties tonight, I drifted off into a contented, dreamless sleep. All was right in my world!

  

  

  

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