Enjoying the Lap of Luxury
by
Stephanie Lace

 

One

He hadn't seen her in ten years. An old girlfriend from college. She looked older, of course, but still pretty much the same. Clearly she was enamored with her two children, and judging from the way they held hands and leaned into each other, was very much in love with man who was with her.

That could be me, he thought, or us. Beautiful wife, two kids, a slice of LA's Westside life. Job with a big firm, maybe a Beemer, the odd night out on the town, but mostly a life focused on the kids, the hearth.

For a moment he felt a tug at his heart, his breath grew short, but then it passed. He knew that wasn't a life for him. He made choices in his third year of college. Choices that favored the weird, the exciting, the different. Although, every now and then he had his doubts, basically he was happy and satisfied.

Their eyes briefly met. She knew she recognized him, but couldn't possibly remember from where. He was confident in his anonymity. After all, he weighed 30 pounds less than his college days; his hair was about a foot longer, he had breasts to die for and an ass that was the envy of everyone around him. As the woman, with her family, pushed past the cafe table where he sat, he thought back to those college years where his odd path began.

He'd been playing the field for a few months, when he met Donna. She stood out from the rest of the co-eds, in that she was much older, in her mid-thirties, dressed her age, and very expensively. He first saw her in an English Lit class and was immediately attracted.

The huge rock on her ring finger slowed him down, but when she saw him and the glimmer in her eyes registered, he knew instantly that she wasn't back in college just to improve her mind. He moved slowly and cautiously. Following her into the cafeteria one day, he positioned himself behind her in line and then stepped in to buy her a cup of coffee.

They talked, introducing themselves, flirting a little bit, that first day. She was only on campus three days a week, but Josh made a point of saying hello to her each time he saw her. They had lunch together on campus a few times.

"Let me take you out to lunch on Wednesday," said Donna one day. "My treat."

"Sure," said Josh.

"We'll leave right after class."

 

 

 Two

They took her car, a convertible Mercedes, and left the Westwood campus for a high end restaurant in Beverly Hills. Josh was glad he'd worn slacks and a shirt with a collar. The maiter'd provided a sport coat.

They were led to an obscure booth and presented with menus. Donna ordered gin and tonics for them both, without asking Josh his preference.

"G and T's are such a nice drink to start off the afternoon. Don't you think?" she asked finally. Josh smiled his assent, though truth be known he wasn't much of a drinker.

Donna asked where he lived, where he grew up. He told her about his childhood in San Diego's Pacific Beach area. And, he described the upper floor duplex apartment he shared with a friend in Santa Monica.

Donna described her home in Pacific Palisades, with its view of the ocean and backyard bluffs. Josh asked why she was back in school.

"Something to do, I suppose," she sighed. "My husband doesn't have a lot time for anything but work. I used to travel with him on business trips, but that got boring and besides, he has a friend in most ports, so he's never really thrilled when I go along."

"What business is he in?" asked Josh.

"Family business," she answered abruptly. "He invests in things."

When the waiter came, Donna ordered lunch, again without consulting Josh. The food was delicious and the conversation light and friendly. She took the bill and paid for it with a platinum card of some sort, then stood to leave.

"Why don't you show me your apartment," she said.

His heart raced a little as he sat next to her in the convertible while they drove down Robertson toward the freeway. She was beautiful, elegant, dressed very well, and clearly intended to take their relationship up a notch. She had fine features, a perfect nose, seductive brown eyes, full pouty lips and thick brown hair. Large breasts, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Her clothes were expensive, yet understated. Her legs long and firm, her heels high. He'd hit the jackpot!

He was thankful that his roommate was out of town and reasonably certain that the place was in good shape. At least by their standards.

They pulled up in front of the clapboard beach house in the Ocean Park section of Santa Monica. Josh pointed Donna toward his parking space in the driveway beside the house. They got out and he led her around back and up the flight of narrow stairs to the back porch.

Security not being a real high priority in Josh's house, he turned the knob on the back door, leaned into it and pushed into the kitchen. Donna followed him in, closed the door behind her, and he noticed, she threw the latch.

"Is your room mate at home?" she asked.

"No. In fact he's out of town."

"How nice."

He gave a tour of the apartment, proudly showing off the ocean view from his front balcony, but she was interested mainly in the bedroom. It was small, but the bed was fairly large, a queen size. She sat down and looked up at him, her lips parted, her breasts swelling with each breath.

She took his hand and pulled him toward her. He stood, awkwardly.

"Do you think you can make me feel good?" she asked.

"Of course I can," he said, nervously. "But, doesn't that rock on your finger create a few problems?"

"Not a single one," she said evenly. "My husband and I lost interest in each other a long time ago. He does what he wants and I do what I want. And, right now, I want to do you."

She reached up to his collar and pulled him to his knees on the floor before her. She spread her legs, her loose short black skirt riding up her thighs, revealing black lace panties, already moist with anticipation.

"Lick me, lover," she said. He buried his face in her crotch, licking her pussy through the thin material of the panties. She held his head in her hands and pulled him into her. He bit her lips gently and she moaned. He reached up to pull her panties to the side.

"No!" she ordered. "Don't touch me. Just your mouth."

He took the edge of her panties in his teeth and pulled them to one side, then buried his tongue in her soft pussy. She moaned and shuddered. She leaned back on her elbows and thrust herself into his face, while his tongue danced deep inside of her. He licked her deeply and then bit at the lips of her vagina until she came, her juices flowing into his mouth and down his chin.

She was breathing hard, her skirt was up around her waist, her hair spread out on the bed around her face, and a smile graced her lips.

"That was nice, honey," she said. "Come lie here beside me."

Josh got up on the bed from the floor and rested his head on her arm as it lay on the bed. He began to run his hand over her breast, but she gently took him by the wrist and removed it from her body, kissing him on the forehead at the same time.

They lay together peacefully for about ten minutes. She stroked his hair, while he kept his hands to himself.

"I've got to go," she said, suddenly. She stood up, straightened her skirt and blouse and then went into the bathroom, closing the door.

Josh lay on the bed, incredibly aroused, curious and a bit pissed. She came back into the bedroom, smiling.

Looking at the bulge in his pants, she said, "Sorry, lover. The day's just gotten away from me. We have company coming for dinner and I have to get home. I'll make it up to you, though. How about tomorrow? Say around two o'clock. Right here."

"Sounds great," said Josh, realizing that she made the appointment, then turned to leave without awaiting his agreement. He walked her down to her car. He bent to kiss her good-bye, but she looked at herself in the mirror instead, then patted his hand and while starting the engine, said,

"See you tomorrow."

That evening Josh sat on his balcony watching the sunset, trying to read a book for school, but was unable to take his mind off of Donna. He was still a bit upset at being used and stiffed, so to speak. Yet he was still very attracted to her, lusted for her, couldn't stop thinking about her.

Finally he went to bed and taking his member in his hand, he thought of her, her pussy and wet panties, and stroked himself to orgasm. That night she was in his dreams. She rode a horse, while he chased her down the beach. She laughed at his attempts to catch up with the horse, always staying just ahead of him. The waves crashed, the ocean roared up and Donna rode the horse.

 

 

Three

When he woke up he was late for class, but since he needed to get his car home he went to school anyway. Being left so aroused, coupled with the dream made him angry. By the time he got to his seat in History he'd decided to stand her up. Teach her a lesson. His ego wanted to gain the upper hand.

He missed the entire lecture going back and forth over his decision. By lunchtime he was absolutely certain that he would skip their date. At 12:30 he was running for his car, so he could get home, shower and clean the place up before she got there.

At two o'clock, the house tidy, the sheets changed and flowers all around he sat down on a chair on the balcony to watch the street for her arrival.

At 2:30 he was pacing the living room, regretting he didn't smoke. At three o'clock he was beside himself, with both anticipation and anger.

He heard her car gently bump into the back of his in the driveway at 3:15. He went to the back door to greet her, still upset. He waited five minutes, before descending the stairs to find her still in her car, rummaging around in her purse. He walked up to the driver's door.

"Hi," he said.

"Oh, there you are," she said, as if she was the one who had been waiting for more than hour. "It's good to see you."

He opened the door and took in a sharp breath as she emerged from the car. She was wearing a black one piece body suit, a choker of pearls, and the highest heels he'd ever seen. His mouth fell open. He couldn't talk she was so breathtaking.

She headed for the back and Josh stumbled along behind her, mesmerized by her perfect ass as it lilted to the left and then right.

He couldn't say a word until they were inside the apartment.

"The place looks nice, lover," she said smiling at him, with full red lips. "May I have a glass of water, please?"

He pulled down a wine glass, filled it with water, dropped in a slice of lemon, and handed it to her. He still couldn't talk.

"Been thinking about me?" she asked, leading him into the living room, then sitting down in an oversized chair.

"Have a seat," she said, pointing to the couch facing her. He sat down, blushed and nodded.

 

"Really?" she teased. "Now, what have you been thinking? Were you upset that I left so quickly yesterday?"

He nodded.

"Well, I was having so much fun, I lost total track of the time. After all I am married. I mean, I do have to be the doting wife on occasion."

"But, I suppose that's not your problem. You did make me feel good, just like I asked, didn't you?"

Again, he nodded.

"Are you still upset? Or, did you work things out? I suppose since you're here and you've made everything so pretty for me, you must have forgiven me a little bit."

"I'm not mad," he said.

She took a drink and then crossed her legs. He could see the outline of her pussy through the material and her breasts were bursting out of the top. She licked her lips and smiled at him.

"Did you think about me when you went to bed?"

"Sure," he said, turning a bit red.

"Yeah?! Did you stroke your cock and think about me?"

He nodded

"Show me," she laughed lightly. "C'mon, take it out and stroke it for me. I love to watch boys masturbate. Think about how you licked me yesterday and made me come, while you rub yourself."

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Yes," she said sharply. "Take out your cock and show me what you did last night."

He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. His prick was already hard and flopped out. He began to rub it, looking her square in the eye.

She turned and spread her legs, "Look at my pussy. Remember it from yesterday. You pulled my panties out of the way with your teeth and then you licked me like a little puppy dog."

She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs and leaned back. Josh was going out of his mind, stroking his penis harder and harder, finally spurting come all over his hand and stomach.

"That was so nice," she said. "Now come over her now and do me like you did yesterday."

He began to button his pants, but she ordered, "No! Let them fall to your knees and then crawl over here."

He did as he was told. As he got closer to her, she spread her legs wide and he could see the body suit parted at her pussy, revealing just her pink slit. He buried his tongue inside of her and tasted her milky come. She leaned back into the chair, while he lapped away at her pussy.

"That's a good boy," she purred. "Higher, ah yes. Now, deeper and suck me, oooh. That feels so good, you're so good."

She came with her legs wrapped around his neck, the spike of her heels digging into his back and her hands pulling on his hair. The pain felt sensational as he licked and sucked her to ecstasy.

Finally satiated, Donna sipped from the glass of water and putting the glass to Josh's lips gave him a drink as well. Her legs rested on his shoulders, her ankles crossed, holding him to his knees between her legs, her heels still dug into his back.

"That was sensational, Josh," she murmured. "You have a world class tongue, my darling."

Josh started to move away from her embrace, but she dug her heels harder into his back,

"No, stay there. I like you between my legs," she said. "Besides, my feet are tired and I need to rest them."

So, Josh remained on his knees, staring into Donna's crotch, while she sipped her water and told him how hot she felt just minutes before.

Half an hour later she sat up, unwinding her legs from his neck, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said she had to leave. Feeling foolish, with his pants around his knees, come on his hand, and his cock once again as hard as rock, Josh, stumbled getting up to say goodbye.

He walked her to her car and again she patted his hand as a way of saying good-bye,

"See you soon."

Josh, as confused as ever went back inside. His member had remained rigid as he walked behind her to the car and was still so, now that he was back in the house. He lay down on his bed, put some lotion in his hand and jerked off for the second time that day.

 

 

Four

Donna wasn't in school the next day, nor any other day for the next week. Josh figured that she got what she came for and was on to new adventures. Though, the experience wasn't particularly gratifying, it had been interesting and she was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever be with, so he couldn't really complain.

He was somewhat surprised, thrilled, and a bit frightened to awaken one gloomy June morning to find her lying beside him in bed, a big smile on her red lips.

"Morning," she said. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to clear his head. She was on top of the covers, her hair was tied up in a loose bun, wearing dark blue sweat pants and sweat shirt. She was in fact sweating.

"I'm out on a bike ride and thought I'd stop by for breakfast," she whispered, pulling down her sweats. Josh lay back down on the pillow, while Donna pulled the sweatshirt over her head and undid her bra, she wore no panties.

She kissed him on the mouth, putting her tongue with his gently, her hand ran across his chest, finding a nipple she pinched and pulled until it stood as erect as his penis. She drew her hand across his stomach sending butterflies fluttering through his groin, then down past his cock she took his balls in her hand and squeezed, her fingernails biting into his scrotum.

He reached for her breast, but she quickly let go of his balls and grabbed his hand by the wrist pinning it down on the bed, she slid her body on top of him, running her breasts across his chest and straddling his stomach.

Here we go, he thought, moving his hips in anticipation of her pussy settling down on the head of his penis. But, she had other plans, bringing herself up onto his face. He turned away and she grabbed his hair, twisting his head until his mouth met her vagina, then she settled down on top of him.

"Lick me," she ordered. He kept his mouth closed. She pulled his hair, forcing his lips inside her pussy, but still he refused to lick her. With her free hand she reached down to his balls, gathered them together, and squeezed.

"I said, lick me," she commanded. The pain caused him to open his mouth, which then filled with her pussy lips. He sucked her tentatively and she squirmed on his face. "That's it. Now put your tongue inside me, boy."

He gave in to her desire and began to lick her as deep as he could. He bit her too, hard, but she retaliated by squeezing his balls, still held firmly in her hand. He licked and sucked her as hard as he could. She began bucking and riding his face, coming ferociously in shuddering waves, moaning, all the while she gripped his hair in her left hand and his balls in her right.

Donna rolled off Josh and lay beside him. She'd let go of his hair and lightened her grip on his balls.

"You are really beginning to get the hang of this, lover," she cooed. She moved her hand up onto to his cock from his balls and began stroke him and alternately dig her fingernails into the head of his penis. "If you do what I want to do, when I want you to do it, we'll have a long and happy relationship."

Josh wanted to argue with her but the sensation she was creating with her hand and fingernails was so intense he could think about nothing else. He quickly came, spurting his semen way up onto his stomach. Donna had removed her hand at the last second avoiding contact with his fluids.

As he was still coming, she got up off the bed and began to dress. Sperm was oozing out of his penis when she stood over him and said,

"You're quite beautiful, y'know," she reached down and gave his balls a final squeeze and then was gone. Josh lay in bed trying to make sense out of this latest encounter.

What did she mean by beautiful? Handsome, maybe. But, his 5'10" frame, though slender and fit was rugged, not beautiful. His blond hair was long, but not even shoulder length and his features were fine, but not beautiful.

He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He wasn't even close to beautiful, he thought. This woman was nuts. Nuts for not letting them fuck, nuts for showing up when she wanted, nuts for hurting him to the point of coming, and nuts for thinking he was beautiful. But, she had him. He was completely infatuated with her and couldn't wait to see what she came up with next.

 

 

Five

Josh's life as Donna's gigolo, or lover fell into a bit of a routine. She had stopped going to school, and would call him late in the afternoon to make a date for the next day. They'd often go to lunch, always somewhere trendy and expensive, where Donna would pay the bill and then they'd go back to his apartment where he would service her.

She became more aggressive in her handling of him with each date, as well as more demanding of his attention and time. They were well into their third month of seeing each other and he still hadn't fucked her, but she rarely left without watching him jerk himself off.

She added foot, back, and head massages to the duties she expected of him. They took a shower together once and she had him soap her entire body with a wet sponge.

Josh could usually count on their dates being exclusively in the afternoon, so he went out with other women on occasion, yet always felt a bit guilty and never mentioned them to Donna.

He and his roommate went to a party one night; he scored and took the woman home with him. Though the sex wasn't anywhere as intense as with Donna he had a nice time and the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Early the next morning the door to his bedroom opened and Donna came into the room. Seeing he wasn't alone she turned on her heel and left. Josh knew she was angry.

He left the girl in bed and quickly chased down the stairs to catch up with Donna, but she was on her bike headed down the street and didn't respond to his calls.

 

 

Six

It was almost two weeks before he heard from her. It was around eleven o'clock at night while he was watching the news.

"Hi," she said, rather curtly. There was a lot of noise in the background, it sounded like she was in a bar. "Do you have company tonight?"

His heart raced at the first sound of her voice, "Er, no," he answered.

"You don't sound too sure," she said hostilely. "I don't really care if you have someone there or not. I'm at Skids in Brentwood. I want you to come here right away. I want to see you."

"Um, okay," said Josh. "I'll be there as quick as I can."

"Don't dawdle," she said and hung up the phone.

Josh told his roommate he was going out.

"Where to, man," his pal asked.

"Skids."

"Cool. Mind if I tag along?"

"No, man, I need to smooth things over with this woman, Donna," said Josh. "If you come she might get pissed."

"Wow, this chick's got you wrapped around her finger, man."

"Yeah, well, I think she may be worth it," and he was gone.

The bar was really hopping for so late on a Thursday night, but Josh charmed his way around the line waiting to get in and started around the bar looking for Donna.

It was a fern bar type of place, with small tables at both chair and stool height on various levels of floor, with a huge island of a wood bar in the middle. There was a small stage and dance floor, both unoccupied off to the left of the door as Josh entered. He spotted Donna almost immediately, sitting with two other women and a man at a table set on a raised platform at the opposite side of the room.

"There you are," she said warmly, smiling as he walked up. She took his right hand in her left and squeezed gently. "Josh, these are my friends Cynthia, Debbie, and Stanley. Friends this is my young lover Josh."

The women were about Donna's age, quite beautiful, well dressed and obviously rich. Stanley was fairly rotund, a bit effeminate, with permed curly hair. His eyes danced when they met Josh's. No one, including Stanley, stood, but they all extended their hands and smiled nicely, looking Josh up and down.

Donna waved in the direction of the bar and a waitress immediately appeared, she ordered another round for the four of them and a glass of white wine for Josh.

"Pull up a chair," she said, indicating a space to her left. Josh took a chair from the table next to theirs and sat down beside Donna. The conversation returned, apparently, to an intense dissing of some mutual friend they all knew from their tennis club. Stanley, who it turned out was their hair stylist and at whose salon the party had begun at some early part of the afternoon, knew whom they were talking about. Josh, of course, didn't, but sat attentively at Donna's side, wondering why it was she had insisted on his attendance.

What was clear was that they were all very drunk and that they were amazingly good at being drunk. They each knew how to keep pouring down the drinks, while keeping their wits about them. The conversation turned from their friend, to their husbands, to their sex lives, and their present needs.

It seemed that they were all incredibly horny and had been so for much of the night. Cynthia, Debbie and Stanley were quite envious of Donna for having considered her needs and brought Josh in to satisfy them. Donna assumed a rather superior air with the others about her swell of organization and went on to boast that she had also accommodated their lack of a designated driver by ordering a car.

She thought perhaps it would be a grand idea to retire to the limousine and begin the lengthy and fun filled trip to return everyone safe and sound to home.

"Josh, you come too and, maybe, we can take care of all our problems," she smiled and winked at her friends.

She was literally ordering him around in public and had every intention of having him service her friends. He desperately wanted to make a stand, say no, and walk out. But, he knew that would really mean walk away. He would have defied her and she would never talked to him again.

While these thoughts flashed across his mind Donna took his hand and stared him square in the eye. Her look made it clear to him that he had to comply, do as she said, because he needed her and didn't want to lose her.

The three women stood, fished around in their purses and each tossed a wad of cash down on the table to pay the waitress, then, with Donna in the lead, they all left the bar.

There was a big white limo parked at the curb just up the street from the bar entrance. Donna approached the driver, gave her name, and the chauffeur opened the door. Inside were two plush bench seats facing each other, with ample legroom between them. The floor was thickly carpeted and a wet bar was against the driver's sidewall. The smoke glass window separating the driver from the passengers was already up.

Before the chauffeur closed the door Donna had everyone give her his or her addresses. Everyone but Josh that is. She told the woman to go to Stanley's, then Debbie's, then Cynthia's, before dropping her off in the Palisades. The addresses were spread out between West Hollywood and Donna's house in the Palisades, so Josh knew the night was still young.

"Sweetheart," Donna said to Josh, "be a good boy and make everyone a drink."

There was iced vodka in a pail, cut limes, and some glasses. Josh made a drink for each of them, including himself. Cynthia and Debbie sat on either side of Stanley in the seat facing forward. Donna sat alone facing backward. Josh sat beside her, once everyone had his or her glass.

"So, is Josh a good boy?" Debbie asked Donna, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Frankly, no," said Donna. "He's disappointed me lately. I guess I'm not satisfying him, I found him in bed with some young slut just the other day."

"Oh, you poor dear," said Cynthia. "That's the problem with toys. You pamper them, care for them, and then they do something outrageous behind your back."

"I just don't understand it," said Donna. "I mean I let him come almost every time he services me, but that just wasn't enough, I suppose."

"Maybe he's the slut," suggested Debbie. She giggled and squirmed in her seat.

"That's very possible," said Donna. "Are you a slut, Josh?"

"Look, I'm sorry," said Josh. "But I was at a party and this girl and I were.."

"I didn't ask for an explanation of your infidelity!" she shouted. "I asked you if you are a slut. Now answer yes or no."

Josh was confused about how to answer. What did she want him to say? He looked her in the eye pleading for some indication as to how to answer.

Suddenly, Donna slapped him,

"I asked you a question, boy," she said fiercely. "Get off this seat and down on your knees in front of me."

Before he could think, Josh complied with her demand and found himself on the carpet between the seats looking up at Donna. He could hear the three others laughing behind him.

"Now," she said in a low voice. "I asked you if you're a slut, slut. Answer me right now."

"Yes, I'm slut," said Josh, relieved to know the right answer.

"You're damn right, you're a slut," said Donna angrily. "If you wander again, I'll never speak to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he answered quietly.

"Good," she responded, softening. "Now, you're a healthy young thing. Maybe I underestimated your needs. Maybe servicing just me isn't enough for you. Is that possible?"

"No," he said, falling into her trap. "You are more than enough for me, Donna."

"That can't be possible, slut, or I wouldn't have found you in bed with that tramp." She was using his back as a footrest. "If we are to continue this relationship I have to know that you're available for me. That you won't wander off to satisfy your whims. I need to know that satisfying me is enough to satisfy you."

"It is," he said sullenly.

"Oh, that is a relief," said Donna. "Because I do love what you do for me, even though you are a slut," she laughed, crossed her ankles and pulled his head toward her pussy.

"Is he really that good?" asked Debbie.

"Oh, yes," said Donna. "Josh, we've been partying all day and are all in desperate need of your attention. You may start with Stanley."

She uncrossed her legs, pushed him at the shoulder with her foot. He sat back on his heels, turning around he saw Cynthia, Stanley and Debbie looking at him hungrily.

Stanley sat between the two women; his pants bulged at the thought of what was to come. Josh had never so much as touched another man's dick. As soon as she saw him hesitate Donna stuck her heel in back and pushed him hard.

"Start with Stanley, slut," she ordered. Josh turned around on his knees.

Stanley, still grinning, settled back in the seat and spread his legs. Debbie reached over to unzip his trousers, but Donna said,

"Oh, Debbie, let Josh do it. He needs the experience." Her spike heel bit into his back.

Josh reached up and took hold of the zipper of Stanley's pants and pulled it down. Stanley's cock grew even larger forcing Josh to reach inside his fly and pull the member out.

"You have a condom, don't you, Stanley?" asked Donna sweetly. For a brief second Josh thought he might be able to avoid this humility. "I don't mean to be rude, but heaven only knows what's floating around in your system."

"This is the 80's, dear," said Stanley happily. "And, though I longed to be a Girl Scout, my mother insisted I join the Boys."

He pulled a foil packet out of his shirt pocket, opened it and handed the rubber to Josh,

"Here darling, I'm sure you know how to put this thing on," and he mussed Josh's hair.

Josh shook as he held the cock in one hand and put the condom over the head with the other. He rolled the latex skin down the shaft, which was as large as any Josh had ever seen.

"Stanley, that dick is completely wasted on small boys," said Debbie lustily. "You should let a few pussies have a ride."

"Sweetheart, it just isn't as impressive when faced with one of your nasty snatches," said Stanley, then looking down at Josh, who was building up the courage to carry on with his mission, "Why I believe we have a virgin here. Have you ever sucked a cock, m'boy?"

Josh shook his head no. Stanley's member grew even larger and quivered in anticipation with this news.

"Oh, Donna how can I thank you," he said effusively. " A virgin mouth and so pretty as well."

He put his right hand on his cock and aimed it toward Josh and then gently put his left hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth onto the enormous dick.

"Open up, darling," he cooed.

Josh first tasted the rubber of the condom as his mouth went around the head of Stanley's penis. He could get just the head and a bit of the shaft in his mouth. He swallowed, tasting the rubber, and sucking slightly on the cock. Stanley sighed and Josh almost choked, but he got the rubber taste down and then sucked some more.

"I love to watch dick get sucked," said Cynthia, her hand on her pussy.

Josh grew accustomed to the rubber taste and taking the cock in his hand began running his mouth up and down over the head. This isn't so bad he thought. Donna's spike heel digging into his back added tremendously to his pleasure. He began to run his hand up and down the shaft of Stanley's dick.

"Donna," said Cynthia, "I do believe your boy is getting the hang of this."

"I think he's positively loving it, darling," responded Donna, as her heel twisted in his back.

Stanley threw his head back, grabbed Josh's hair in both fists and rammed his cock into Josh's mouth, coming in huge spurts that stayed trapped in the condom.

Josh choked as the huge cock was shoved into his throat, which only intensified all matters for Stanley. His member soon softened and Josh gradually caught his breath.

He sat up, though still on his knees. Stanley smiled at him, said thanks, and blew him a kiss. Donna reached over to the bar and poured a vodka on ice and held it in front of him, running the cool glass on his cheek a few times.

"Good, boy," she whispered in his ear.

The car stopped in front of Stanley's, who had zipped up his trousers with the condom still on his penis. He got out of the car and turning said,

"Thanks Donna. I had a wonderful afternoon with you three and an exceptionally wonderful night with you four. Bye-bye."

He mussed Josh's hair, closed the door, and then ran up the stairs to his condo.

Josh, sat on the seat, gulped down vodka, then looked into the eyes of Cynthia and Debbie and knew what a trapped rabbit felt like.

"Debbie," said Donna, "we'll be dropping you next, so it's your turn."

Debbie opened her legs wide, ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, pulling the red dress she wore up to expose her gartered legs and naked pussy.

"Come 'ere Wondermouth," she demanded and Josh again fell to his knees, again felt the sharp bite of Donna's heel, this time in his right buttock, and again began to service one of her friends.

Licking Debbie, of course, was nothing like the experience of sucking Stanley. Eating pussy was nothing new for Josh, and since meeting Donna, who was a very vocal coach when it came to his performance, he had become quite proficient. Furthermore, Debbie had a pussy to die for. It was perfectly shaped, the lips pouty, the labia protruding ever so slightly, and the clitoris nestled in the folds, but still readily available. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and perfectly.

Josh thoroughly enjoyed bringing her to orgasm and, in fact, carried on to several more, before she gasped,

"Oh that was soo nice, but we're almost home. Let me recover a minute," she then pushed him away with her foot and said to Donna, "Thanks hon, I really needed that. You have him marvelously trained. Don't you?"

"Not by a long shot, darling," smiled Donna. "But, someday I will."

Once Debbie was dropped off it was Cynthia's turn to employ Josh's mouth. Fortunately he soon brought her to orgasm, as the drive from Debbie's to Cynthia's was short.

Donna kept him on the floor of the limo as they drove out Sunset Blvd. toward the Palisades.

"I'm very pleased with you Josh. You performed beyond my wildest expectations," she purred. "We're going to my house and you're going to meet my husband. He has a proposal for you."

"I'm going to meet your husband?" asked Josh, incredulous. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Donna."

"Oh, it'll be fine," she said. "I've told him all about you and I know you'll be happy with his offer."

She pulled his head onto her lap and stroked his hair like a puppy while they rode in silence.

Josh's mind was racing at this latest twist. He was close to panic when the car pulled into a gated driveway and up to the front door of a huge Spanish style house.

"C'mon," said Donna, gracefully getting out as the chauffeur opened the door and taking Josh by the hand, she walked up the steps to the front door, and into the house.

 

 

Seven

The house was huge, with an entrance the size of a barn door. They entered a large foyer, with marble floors, a beautiful chandelier, and a sweeping staircase. Josh was awestruck.

"You live here?" he asked, incredulous. The house was the biggest he'd ever seen.

"Sure do, darling," said Donna. She led him across the foyer to a set of oak doors; opening one they entered a large den or study. "Have a seat, I'll be back in a minute."

Josh walked around the room, looked at the stacks of books, the huge wooden desk, the deeply upholstered chairs and couch. He sat on the couch and continued to look around.

Twenty minutes later he was still alone in the room. He'd circled it a few times, tried both chairs and several spots on the couch, as well as the high back chair behind the desk.

Finally the door opened and Donna entered, followed by a stocky man, with a bulldog face and short cropped hair, wearing a very expensive Italian suit.

"Josh, this is my husband, Frank," she said. Josh stood up and stuck out his hand. Frank took it and shook hands firmly.

"Please sit down, son," he said, indicating one of the chairs. Donna sat back into one end of the couch, while Frank remained standing.

"It's late, so let's get right to the point, Josh," he said sternly. "Mrs. Ganzer and I are separating. Very amiably I might add. We've been together for almost ten years, we've had some great times, but we've grown apart the past few years."

He stopped and looked at his wife for a moment, before continuing,

"Anyway, my wife has seen me through some rough times and I want her to be happy after we split up. I'm made of money. I've got so much; it doesn't mean a thing to me. She's gonna get the house," he waved his arm to indicated which house. "She's gonna get enough money to keep this place up and live high off the hog for the rest of her life, she's gonna get the servants and the cars."

"But, I want her to be really happy and from what she's told me, you make her really happy. So, I want to give her you," he looked evenly at Josh. "I'd like to buy Mrs. Ganzer your services for, say, the next three years. A hundred grand a year and all you gotta do is make her happy."

Josh's mind was racing, what did this guy mean by services? After tonight's ride in the limo he didn't really need to ask that question. How far would he have to go to please her? What would happen if she weren’t happy with him?

It was clear that Frank Ganzer expected an immediate answer, Josh babbled, stalling while he tried to think things through.

"Um, well, that is a lot of money, but what if, er, I mean, suppose.... I’m not so sure that I'm ready for," he ran on.

"Hey, I said it was late, so cut the crap," said Frank forcefully. "I'll tell you what, I'll sweeten the offer, four years at $150 per, plus fifty right now, in cash. Call it a signing bonus."

"Yes, but how far do I have to go?" Josh burst out.

"As far as she says," said Frank. "But, Mrs. Ganzer is fair, I don't think you'll have any trouble with her demands."

"Josh," said Donna, soothingly. "Don't worry. I won't make you do anything you don't want. Pleasing me comes easy for you. Frank's offer is very generous, I think. After all, you want to be with me anyway, don't you?"

"I'm not so sure I wanted to do what I did tonight, Donna," he said, but it was a feeble response. He knew she was right. He was going to do whatever she asked of him for as long as she wanted him around. Frank was just offering to pay him a small fortune for what he knew he'd do anyway.

"I didn't make you get in the car, Josh," she said somewhat sternly. "I let you join us and you provided a bit of entertainment, but you did nothing you didn't want to do. Now did you?"

"Well, I guess not," he said.

"What did he do?" asked Frank.

"He serviced Debbie, Cynthia and Stanley on the ride home," said Donna, with a smirk.

"He sucked that old fag's dick?" said Frank roaring with laughter. "The money I've dropped on him, he should be paying us for it, that old cocksucker!"

"Look, kid," he said. "Sounds like Donna's got you under her spell, anyway, so before I withdraw the offer, ya wanna grab it."

Josh realized that he had no choice, or rather that he'd made his commitment to Donna already and decide to accept the offer,

"Sure, Frank, I'll take it."

"That's a good boy, Josh," said Donna.

"All right, son," he walked to his desk and picked up a briefcase and placed it on the huge desk. He withdrew a manila folder and a stack of cash.

"This is a standard contract for services rendered as a personal assistant. The money will be deposited in the accounts listed and released to you each year on this date. Here's about 50 grand in cash. Sign the contract now and I'll give you a couple of days to see a lawyer if you want."

Josh read through the contract quickly and saw no reason to consult with anyone, the document was standard, straightforward, and simple. He kept Donna Ganzer happy and received $150,000 a year for four years. He wondered how many contracts Frank Ganzer had prepared and how much more he could have gotten. But, then he realized that if the pay had been nothing he'd have taken the job. He worshipped Donna and her lifestyle. He couldn't wait to start taking care of her, while living in the lap of luxury.

He signed the contract and took the cash, Frank handed him a briefcase for his copies and the money.

Donna held out her left hand and Frank took it in his right,

"Thank you, darling," she whispered.

"Thank you, Donna," he said. "I hope you're happy."

He went to a bar in the corner of the room and poured three drinks, then returned to the couch and passed the glasses to Donna, then Josh.

Raising his glass, he toasted the other two,

"May you bring happiness to each other, Salute," he said.

"Salute." they replied in unison.

"Frank, you are too good to me," said Donna.

"It's nothing Donna," he said. "I'm movin' to Vegas next week, so we should sign the papers by Friday. Then, the house and everything'll be yours."

"Are you taking the trollop with you?" she asked, mischievously.

"Tammy? Naw," he smiled back. "But, I haven't quite told her yet, so keep it under your hat. Okay?"

"Is she in the house?" asked Donna. "It might be nice to have a little show to celebrate your present." she gestured toward Josh.

"Yeah, she's around," said Frank. "So, you want a show, huh? I think we can arrange something."

He went to the desk and picked up the phone. Dialing an extension he waited for a couple of rings.

"Hey, Baby," he said gently into the phone. "Did I wake ya?"

Not acknowledging her reply, he continued,

"Well, drag yourself down to the study. I want you to meet someone," he listened for a minute, and then grew impatient. "C'mon down, right now." He hung up.

"So she had ya do the deed to old Stanley, eh, Josh?" he chuckled. "That must have been a bit of a surprise. But, Donna here is never short of surprises."

The couple laughed and they all sipped their drinks. A few minutes later the door to the study opened and a blond nymphet entered the room. She walked over to Frank and kissed him hello, all the while casting wary glances at Donna, and as subtly as possible checking out Josh.

"Hey, Baby. This is Josh. I just bought him for Mrs. Ganzer," he said. "Whatta ya think? Josh this is my concubine, Tammy."

She was medium height, big doe eyes, and though she'd just been awakened she'd taken the time to put on a thick coat of bright red lipstick. She wore a floor length silk robe, tied tight at the waist, which was narrow. Her breasts filled the material, her nipples poked at the silk. With Frank's invitation she looked at Josh and was clearly pleased with what she saw. She put out her hand and said,

"Pleased to meet you."

"Have a seat, honey," said Frank, gesturing to the couch next to Donna. Tammy sat down, but stayed as far away from Josh's mistress as she could. Frank remained standing.

"I don't want her on the couch, Frank," said Donna in a stern voice that was not unfamiliar to Josh. Then to Tammy she said, "Kneel on the floor, slut. In front of me."

Tammy whimpered and looked at Frank, begging him to intervene. Instead, he pushed her toward the floor,

"Do as Donna says, Baby," he walked over to the bar to mix another drink.

Josh sat silently watching as Tammy slipped to the floor from the couch and crawled on hands and knees until she directly before Donna, who sat legs crossed on the couch. Tammy's perfectly heart shaped ass was beautifully defined by the silk robe, the folds of her pussy clearly delineated as she knelt on the floor, her ass in the air.

"Would you like this young stud to take you, slut?" said Donna, almost spitting the words. Tammy looked at floor and didn't answer. Donna uncrossed her legs, leaned forward and took Tammy's hair in her hand, lifting her head up with a jerk. "I asked you a question, Pussy. Didn't you hear me? Do you want my boy to take you?"

Tammy nodded her head yes.

"Of course you do," said Donna, a bit kinder. "You're dying for a fuck. You're always dying for a fuck, aren't you, tramp?"

Again, Tammy nodded her head.

"Say it, slut," said Donna, teasing now. "Tell me you want his cock, beg me to let him fuck you."

Tammy looked Donna, who hadn't released her grip on the young woman's hair, in the eye, and whispered,

"Please, Donna, let your boy fuck me. I need to be fucked, I'll do anything if I can have his cock."

"You will do anything, won't you, Tammy dear," said Donna, letting go of the blonde mane and caressing Tammy's cheek. "Sit up."

Tammy straightened herself, still kneeling; she faced Donna at breast level. The robe became a second skin, molding to every curve of her ass, losing itself in the crack of her buttocks. Josh, whose view was from the rear, felt himself getting aroused.

Donna reached forward with her right hand and pinched Tammy's right nipple hard. Josh could see the younger woman squirm, her breath quickened. Donna moved to the left breast and pinched that nipple even harder. Tammy cried out in pain, but was clearly becoming aroused.

Donna lifted her left knee up onto the couch and pulled her skirt up revealing her black panties,

"You'll lick me if I let him fuck you, won't you Tammy?"

"Yes, Donna. I'll do anything if you have him fuck me," said Tammy.

Donna pointed to her pussy and Tammy leaned forward and began to pull the panties to the side. Donna slapped her hard across the face.

"Don't touch me with anything but your tongue whore," she said spitting out the words.

Tammy recoiled from the slap and then tentatively moved toward Donna's pussy.

Donna enjoyed her attentions for a minute and then looked up at Josh,

"Be a dear and take this slut from behind, Boy," she ordered.

Josh got out of his chair and walked across the room toward Tammy, her ass waved in the air, the crack accented by her robe, her pussy standing out through the material, which was already wet with come. He knelt behind Tammy and began to lift her robe.

"Wait, just rub your cock against her pussy. Leave the robe," said Donna. She looked up and Josh followed her gaze and saw that a mirror on the ceiling gave her a bird's eye view of his hard-on and Tammy's rear end.

He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against the folds of her pussy, feeling the wetness of her juices and the silkiness of the material through the head of his penis.

Tammy quivered and pushed herself against him, moaning as his cock dug into her vagina. Her tongue stopped attending to Donna, who grabbed the young woman's short blond hair in both hands and pulled her into her vagina.

"Pay attention, slut, or I'll have him stop," she hissed.

Donna pulled her panties aside and Tammy renewed her exploration of the older woman's pussy with her tongue. Josh pressed his cock as deep as the robe would allow into the perfect, juicy pussy thrust up in front of him.

"Take her," said Donna. Without a moments hesitation Josh lifted the robe and buried his member deep inside of Tammy. She groaned, but never ceased licking Donna. Josh pulled his cock all the way out and then sunk back inside of her. He began to pump her rhythmically, watching her ass lift in the air with each thrust, enjoying the view of her sucking Donna and his mistress' serene face as she watched the action in the overhead mirror.

After a minute Tammy seemed to come with every thrust. Josh began to wonder when the last time she had a cock rammed into her might have been. Her juices were spraying all over his abdomen, running down both their legs, and her pussy was opened wider than any he had ever occupied.

"Grease her ass," moaned Donna, but Josh didn't understand her. "Use her come and get her asshole ready for your cock."

He pulled out and ran his hand over all of her vagina, drawing the fluid up into the crack of her ass, probing her orifice with his finger.

Donna smiled wickedly, catching Tammy's eye, she told Josh, "Fuck her asshole as hard as you can!"

He guided the head of his penis into Tammy's small opening and began to gently push into her. She spread her legs and wiggled to accommodate his head.

"I said hard!" shouted Donna, who was becoming flushed from the work of Tammy's tongue.

Josh shoved himself inside of Tammy, who cried out, then sucked in a breath and pushed her ass back into his prick taking it all the way inside of her.

It was all he could do to keep from coming as he slid in and out of her ass. For her part, it was all Tammy could do to keep vaguely licking Donna, while she came and came. Josh was staring Donna in the eye aware of Tammy's head moving as she lapped at Donna's pussy, and becoming intensely aroused by his cock driving into her asshole, when he felt a hand on the back of his head and turned to see Frank's cock hanging out of his pants, pointed at Josh's mouth.

"Oh, Frank," gasped Donna, "You've decided to join us. Josh, you know what to do."

For the second time that night, in his life for that matter, Josh opened his mouth and took in another man's penis. This time there was no odd rubber taste to overcome and that Frank's penis was much smaller than Stanley's, he was able to take in far more than just the head.

In an orgiastic frenzy the four of them were coupled. Frank and Josh came at the same moment, Frank into Josh's mouth and Josh into Tammy's bowels. Donna and Tammy, who had both been coming for hours it seemed, each had one last screaming orgasm. In the end Josh fell onto Tammy, the salty taste of Frank's come well inside of him. Tammy collapsed into Donna's lap, breathing hard, well spent, and her anus pushing Josh out of her. Donna leaned back into the couch, satisfied, absently running her hand through Tammy's hair.

Frank, as if nothing had really happened, zipped up his pants, went to the bar, made a drink for himself and one for Donna. After handing Donna her drink he quietly left the room.

 

 

Eight

The next two weeks passed relatively quickly. Josh told his roommate the next morning that he was going to live with Donna. His roommate threw a fit, until Josh told him that all the furniture would stay and that Josh would pay his share of three month's rent.

As Donna instructed he put all of his personal effects in storage and on the day she advised, at the time she ordered he arrived at her doorstep, with nothing but the clothes on his back.

She opened the door herself, dressed in a black silk business suit.

"Hello, darling," she said, rather icily. "Strip down completely."

Josh complied, self consciously taking his clothes off.

"Leave them in a pile by the door, the maid will dispose of them."

In her right hand she held a leather leash and in her left a riding crop, she extended her right hand, and said,

"Put this on."

He took the leash in his hand and let it unravel. A small harness was attached to the buckle end. He realized instantly that it was for his cock, but was momentarily puzzled about how to attach it. Flustered he tried a couple of approaches, before finding the right way, a series of rings slid over his cock and a small collar attached around his scrotum. The rings were slight serrated, instantly arousing his penis, thus securing it tightly in the rings. The collar tightened his scrotum and thrust his balls forward. The leash attached to a large ring set closest to the head of his cock.

"Very good," said Donna. "Now, give me back the leash."

He placed the handle of the leash back in her hand. She pulled him forward a step.

"When you cross this threshold you're mine," she said, looking him square in the eye. "Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Answer me," she said sharply.

"Yes, Donna," he answered. "I understand."

"You may enter," she said, and then putting slack in the leash, she stepped back, allowing him to walk through the door. He entered the foyer steadily.

Once he was inside, she pulled sharply on the leash, the rings bit into his cock, hardening it all the more and the collar around his scrotum tightened with the force of her pull. Her left hand snapped the whip across his right buttock hard and he flinched.

"You'll do as I say, when I say it," she ordered. "You'll call me Mistress, unless I instruct you otherwise. You'll dress how I tell you. When I have you naked, your cock will remain rigid. Got it?"

"Got.. er," he saw the whip flick and felt the pain as it hit his buttock. "Yes, mistress."

"Good, Boy," she said. "Come."

She turned and pulling on the leash led him into the house. She ascended the stairs, which led to a wide long hallway. There were three doors on either side of the hallway, which ended in a set of double doors.

Donna opened the first door on the left to a fair size room, furnished with a four-post queen size bed. Josh noticed rings near the top of each post and smiled to himself

"This will be your room, Josh," she said leading him by the leash into the room. "There are clothes I like in the closet and bureau. The bathroom is through that door."

He started to walk toward the closet, but she pulled hard on the leash and led him out of the room. She continued down the hall toward the double doors.

Donna threw open the doors with a flourish and led Josh into the magnificent bedroom. The ceiling was twenty feet high; the wall opposite was mostly bay windows. The room seemed as big as a football field.

In the center of the wall of windows was an enormous four-post bed. To the right of the doors was a sitting area with a couple of couches and a coffee table. To the left was a massive television and stereo system.

"This is my bedroom, Josh," said Donna. "You may only enter it with my invitation. When I call for you always knock for permission to enter."

"The dressing room is over there," she gestured to two louvered doors to their right. "And, the bathroom is over there." She pointed left.

She led him to the bathroom. It was in proportion to the bedroom. A deep bath was at one end in the middle of the room so its occupant could bathe and look out the windows to the garden. There were two sinks in a mile long counter, behind which was a mirror. A toilet and bidet were in a separate room and a shower occupied another alcove.

"This is really impressive," said Josh.

"Isn't it?" she said, with a smile. Then jerking the leash, "Follow me, I'll show you the rest of the house."

Led by the leash attached to his genitals Josh was led back into the hallway and down the stairs. He noticed the doors leading to the study, but she took him into a living room on the opposite side of the foyer, through which led to a formal dining room and then the kitchen.

Two women were in the kitchen working, one was in her thirties, and good looking with blond hair in a ponytail, and the other looked barely twenty, small and pert. The women smiled as Donna introduced them, while the young girl blushed and giggled.

"Maria, this is Josh, the boy Mr. Ganzer bought for me," she said rather formally. "Josh this is my cook, Maria and her helper Susan."

"Welcome to the household, Josh," said Maria. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself here. We serve three meals a day and there is always plenty of food available between meals, as long as Donna doesn't have you on a diet, help yourself."

"Thanks," said Josh, realizing that he'd been too nervous to eat breakfast and was really getting hungry.

"Come with me, darling," said Donna, pulling on the leash and leading him into the backyard.

The grounds were more impressive than the house. A patio surrounded the back of the house, with several tables and sitting areas, with planters filled with roses and colorful bedded flowers. A gently sloping lawn flowed from the patio down to an Olympic sized and shaped pool. A pool house that was as big as most suburban homes was at one end of the pool; while at the other up a short flight of stairs was a tennis court.

Donna led him past the pool, down a path through some trees to another patio that ran the width of the property on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Below them was the Coast Highway, but the view pulled the eye. It was a panorama of the Santa Monica Bay and on the clear day they could see Catalina Island easily, as well as Santa Cruz slightly to the north.

"Mistress, this is absolutely the most beautiful place I've ever seen," said Josh quietly.

"Yes, it is," she said. She left the bluff, with Josh in tow and walked back toward the pool. For Josh, the surroundings paled in comparison to her swaying hips and long luscious legs.

They walked into the pool house, entering a large living room, with a wall of video and audio toys, couches, chairs, and a bar. A wide hallway led to another room, equally as immense, that was filled with every imaginable piece of exercise equipment; treadmills, nautilus machine, weight sets, exercycles. The room was all glass, with windows looking out on the pool and gardens or mirrors.

Separating the rooms was a bathroom with showers, sauna, steam room, massage tables, and toilets.

"This is bigger and better than any gym I've ever been to," said Josh in wonder.

"Frank went through a fitness craze a few years back," said Donna. "He spent about a million dollars, used the place twice, and never came inside here again."

"I expect you to work out every day," she said to Josh. "I have a trainer who lives with us. When I'm through, she'll work with you. She's going to put you on a program that you will adhere to religiously."

"These and all the facilities are available to you, as long as I'm not using them."

She led him back into the living room and sat down in a large overstuffed chair.

"Kneel before me," she ordered. Once he had done so, she continued, "Let's get a few rules established."

"You are my property, not my guest. You have the run of the house, gardens, and amenities, but may not leave the grounds without my permission. Your needs and desires are completely subservient to mine. Therefore, you should only want to go somewhere, or doing something because I want you to."

"You may not have sex of any sort with anyone, without my direct instruction, and that includes yourself."

"You'll dress as I tell you, walk as I tell you, and talk as I tell you. I will dictate your daily schedule and habits. Jennifer, my trainer will establish a workout for you and she and Maria will make up a diet. They are working for me and their instructions, regarding these two areas are to be considered my instructions."

"Does this all make sense to you?" she looked him in the eye.

"Sure," he said. Donna snapped the leash hard.

"Yes, Mistress," said Josh, realizing his mistake and that he'd slipped a few times already that day. "I understand and thank you for letting me serve you." He put in the last bit hoping to make up lost ground. The slight smile that quickly adorned her face told him he'd been wise.

"That's a good boy," she said, still smiling, and then spreading her legs, she leaned back in the chair, pulled gently on the leash. "You may service me now."

Josh leaned forward, kissed his way up her inner thigh and soon buried his mouth in her exposed pussy. Donna made herself comfortable and kept him there for the better part of an hour and a good number of orgasms.

Once she was satisfied, Donna reached down to the end of the leash, stirring in Josh the hope of his own satisfaction. As her hand smoothly ran the length of the leash, his cock swelled, reaching toward her.

Donna smiled viciously,

"Not today, my young stud." Unsnapping the leash from the ring that bound Josh's genitals, she told him to go to the bar and fix her a drink.

"Ice water, with a twist of lemon, slut." She whipped the strap end of the leash across his buttocks as he walked away. He jumped, his dick stiffening even more.

Josh again took his place kneeling at Donna's feet, while she slowly drank the water. With a few drops left she put the glass to his lips and let him finish. Then, putting the glass down on a table beside the chair, she reattached the leash, and wordlessly rose from the chair and walked out the door, with Josh compliantly following behind.

As they walked to the house Josh was pleasantly surprised to see Tammy lounging poolside. She wore the bottom half of a thong bikini, sunglasses and bright red lipstick. Her body was soaked in tanning lotion. His cock throbbed when he looked at her round brown ass and remembered their show.

She looked up smiled and waved. Donna glancing at his cock, said to Josh,

"Remember the rules, boy. Only when it pleases me." Then she turned to Tammy and said loudly, "Take a shower and be at the door to my room in half an hour, slut."

As they continued toward the house Josh watched as Tammy jumped up to follow Donna's orders.

Donna took him straight to his room. Once inside she unsnapped the leash and hung it on a hook by the door.

"You may take the halter off and take a shower. There's a change of clothes already laid out for you. The rest of the day is open for you to explore your new home. I won't need you until dinner. I'm having a small gathering this evening. Wear what's laid out on the bed for you," she then turned and left him alone.

He did as he was told, removing the halter, which had bit into the skin of his penis and scrotum, and then showering. He dressed in the slacks, silk Hawaiian print shirt, and leather sandals that were hanging on a hook in the bathroom. He brushed his hair and then left the room.

He looked down the hallway at the doors leading to Donna's bedroom. Tammy was kneeling at the door, her back was to him. She wore a skintight leather leotard, garters and nylons, and long gloves. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a black studded collar circled her neck.

The door opened and Donna stood before Tammy in a black bodysuit similar to the one she wore months before to Josh's house. Her legs were sheathed in a second skin of black boots that ran all the way to the top of her thighs. She too wore arm's length black gloves. Her makeup was immaculate, if a bit excessive.

Josh watched as Tammy instantly dropped to her hands, bent her head and kissed the top of each of Donna's feet. Casting a look at Josh, Donna turned on her heel and said,

"Come."

Tammy crawled behind her on hands and knees and the door closed. Josh walked the opposite direction down the hall intent on exploring his new home.

 

 

Nine

Josh returned to his room around six-thirty having had lunch in the kitchen with Maria, Susan and a couple of the household staff, wandered the house, and the grounds throughout the afternoon.

A suit hung on one of the rings he'd noticed earlier on the bed, underwear lay on the bed and shoes were on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He took a long hot shower, shaving while he was under the water. Took his time toweling off and sat on the bed naked for a while, before he looked at the clothes. The suit was a dark, expensive Italian; the dress shirt was white silk. The underwear caught him a little off guard. They were made of Lycra, more of a leotard, but the back was thong and a hole in the front forced his genitals to stick out. The shoulder straps brought the garment up over his chest, where two holes exposed his nipples.

The shirt and suit fit perfectly, as did the shoes, slip-ons that his feet melted into. He wondered that Donna was able to pick clothes that fit him so well.

A few minutes before eight he left his room to go downstairs. Tammy was just ahead of him at the head of the stairs.

"Hi," he said.

"Oh, hi," she said a bit startled. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. How about you? Did you have a nice afternoon?" he smiled knowingly.

"I don't know how nice it was for me, but Donna sure seemed to have a good time. She should be in a great mood tonight."

He could see that Tammy had been through a tough time, so he put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she walked ahead of him and away from his gesture.

They went to the living room, which was empty. Tammy turned to Josh and said,

"Be a doll and make a drink. Something strong."

He poured her tequila on the rocks and squeezed a wedge of lime into the drink. He handed it to her and she tossed it back in one gulp, almost unfazed by the strong liquor.

"Perfect. Do me another just like it," she handed him back the glass.

Josh obliged and Tammy sipped the second drink while sitting on the couch, seemingly lost in thought. Josh made himself a drink, light on the tequila and walked around the room, recognizing most of the artwork and realizing that Donna's collection was worthy of a museum.

The doorbell rang and a maid answered the door admitting a well-coifed couple. Tammy rose and she and Josh greeted the guests. Donna came down the stairs and exchanged pleasantries. Within a few minutes five other couples arrived and the party was in full swing.

The group clearly knew each other well, so the conversation was casually intimate, leaving Josh and Tammy extraneous. They spent most of their time being hybrid servants/hosts, filling glasses, and exchanging pleasantries. Donna largely ignored them and talked animatedly with all of her friends.

Maria stuck her head into the living room and caught Donna's eye, who then announced that dinner was ready. It was a warm evening so the guests were able to sit in the dining room with the doors and windows open to the garden, candles and torches illuminated the grounds, reflecting off the water in the pool and flowers and plants.

Josh sat between two women down the table and across from Tammy, who had a man and woman on either side of her. Donna was at the head of the table, looking radiant in the candlelight. She wore a coral green silk dress, with a loose neckline and a stunning silver and turquoise necklace, her brown hair cascaded down around shoulders.

The conversation drifted to more topical subjects. Tammy remained fairly quiet, but Josh tried to participate. Though everyone was polite, it was soon apparent to Josh that he was there to be seen and not heard, so following Tammy's example he responded when spoken to, but mainly pretended to listen and allowed his mind to wander.

He was in an idle fantasy while gazing at Donna, when the woman to his left, an older blond in a bottle, with a severe Republican look put her hand on his thigh and began to caress him. Josh turned in her direction, but she faced the other way talking to her husband and another woman.

Her hand quickly worked its way up to his genitals. Once there the woman became rough and aggressive, finding and then squeezing the head of his cock, pinching a ball between her thumb and forefinger. It took all of Josh's concentration not to cry out. His cock swelled and his scrotum tightened, while the woman continued her punishment, all the while carrying on a conversation with the other two.

Josh looked across at Tammy, pleading with his eyes for some salvation, but one look at her and Josh knew that he wasn't the only one being molested at the table. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes fixed on a painting on the wall behind Josh, her face was flushed, and she was fighting to control her breath. Neither of her table partners showed any sign of their involvement, yet both had their hands under the table, while talking to others.

Dinner mercifully drew to an early close and Donna led the group to the patio for coffee and aperitifs. The woman next to Josh gave his right testicle a final vicious squeeze and then smiling at him rose from the table.

Tammy and Josh both took a moment to collect themselves and then followed the group outside. Donna intercepted them at the doors.

"Both of you go to your rooms. You'll have visitors in the next hour or so and I want you to do whatever they demand of you," she said quietly, then rejoined her party.

"Here we go again," said Tammy under her breath as they walked up the stairs to their rooms.

 

 

Ten

Josh sat on the bed waiting. He was anxious and he was angry. He realized that he was mere chattel to Donna's guest and a prize pet to her. The more he thought about his predicament the more anxious he got, but his anger subsided as he realized that this was the life he'd chosen. He was the outright property of Donna Ganzer, what she chose for him to do, say, or how to behave was her prerogative and he needed to enjoy accommodating her demands.

Though scared, he was looking forward to whatever experience was coming through the door. He ended up waiting a long time.

More than an hour later the door opened and his table partner breezed in with a wicked smile on her face.

"Hello, again," she said with smile. "I'm Mrs. Hess. You're mine for awhile."

"Hello, Mrs. Hess," said Josh also smiling. "That was certainly an interesting conversation we had at the dinner."

"Oh, aren't you a smart ass," she said, the smile gone. She sat down on the bed. She was in her late fifties, almost regal in appearance. She obviously spent a lot of her time taking care of herself and Josh was sure that a plastic surgeon had been well involved with her face and body, as well.

She wore a long black silk dress, a string of pearls and matching earrings. Her blond hair was cut fairly short, a bit longer on top making her seem taller than she already was, and wisps fell across her forehead.

"Take that suit off, so I can see what I was playing with," she demanded.

He kicked off his shoes and pushed them under the bed, then removed his jacket, trousers and shirt. He stood before her in the thong leotard, his balls and cock poked through the hole in the garment.

She reached out immediately and again held his left testicle between her thumb and forefinger. Looking him in the eye she squeezed.

"Ow, that hurts," he said.

"It's suppose to hurt, shuttup," she said pinching tighter. She released his ball and held the head of his cock in a similar manner. Josh could see the head turn white with the pressure. When she finally let go of him a mark remained where her thumbnail had dug into the flesh.

"Lie down in the middle of the bed," she ordered. "On your back."

He did so, and she spread his legs apart. She reached toward the end of the bed and Josh saw for the first time that leather shackles were attached by straps of leather to each of the four rings. She deftly placed the shackles to his ankles and wrists, spreading him out helplessly in the middle of the mattress.

She opened a drawer in one of his nightstands and removed some clothespins and a silk cord. She placed a clothespin on each of his nipples. Josh squirmed in pain.

"Do you like this, boy?" she asked.

"It hurts," he said. She pinched the end of the pins tighter on his left nipple and then repeated the question.

"Yes, thank you, I love this," said Josh, letting himself go with the flow.

She wrapped her hand around his scrotum, cupping his balls in her palm with one hand and began winding the cord around his scrotum, eventually releasing her grip on his balls as the cord tightened his scrotum and they began to stand on their own. Once the balls were stiff she ran the cord around his cock, encasing it as well and then slipped the end into a wrap and pulled tight.

The head of his penis and his balls were all that was left exposed of his genitals. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight.

She went into the bathroom to wash her hands, then returned to the nightstand, pulling out a device the length of a short riding crop with a feather at one end a rounded head on the other.

She ran the feather up the inside of Josh's spread legs, teasing his balls and the head of his cock, and then she flicked across his stomach, under his arms, and across his face. Working her way back down to his genitals she concentrated on the underside of his penis, where the cord wasn't encasing it. Josh's member grew with the stimulation, painfully pressing against the cord that bound him.

A sadistic smile spread across the woman's face, when she suddenly twirled the rod in her hand and brought the blunt end down hard on his testicles. Josh cried out in pain. Mrs. Hess hit him again right across his balls and again he cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body arched in tension.

"Good boy," she said, returning to the light tickle of the feather. "This should keep your smart mouth quiet. Won't it?"

Josh nodded his agreement, unable to speak. She pressed the rod itself against his taut testicles,

"Answer me, don't just bob your head like a duck," she hissed.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll keep my smart mouth shut," he stammered.

"You're enjoying this, I trust," she said.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm enjoying your attentions," he said, hoping he was solicitous enough to please her.

"Liar," she shouted, and slammed his balls with blunt end of the rod.

She alternated between the teasing of the feather and the brutality of the rounded ball for what seemed to Josh like hours. Waves of pain were rippling through his body. She stood and squeezed down on the nipple clamps one more time.

"This was fun, Josh," she said with a smile. "I hope Donna lets me play with you again soon." She then turned and walked out of the room, leaving Josh lying in misery, his wrists and ankles still strapped, genitals bound, and the clamps on his nipples tight.

He lay there for more than hour, before the door opened and Donna walked into the room. One look at her and Josh knew that this ordeal wasn't over.

"My dear friend, Mrs. Hess, tells me that you were a smart ass with her," she snarled. "Why is that, Josh?"

"I'm sorry, Do..Mistress," he pleaded. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"Well you were and I won't stand for it." She unshackled his wrists. "Undo the straps on your legs."

He fumbled with the straps, undid them and began to rub his ankles.

"Stop that. Get down on the floor on your hands and knees," she ordered. Josh got off the bed and assumed the position Donna had dictated.

"Follow me," said Donna, as she walked into the bathroom. Josh crawled behind her, his balls being squeezed as his legs moved, the weight of the nipple clamps pulling on his tits.

Josh was on his hands and knees on the cold, hard floor of the bathroom. Donna reached down with her left hand and grabbed his hair jerking his face up toward her. With her right hand she lifted her skirt, exposing her gartered thighs and panty less pussy.

"Remember. You do what I say, when I say it," she said. As she spoke she began urinating on his face. "You will treat the people I give you to with complete respect. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Josh.

She finished peeing, then said,

"Clean me."

He licked her pussy clean of her urine.

"Blow me dry, slut," she ordered. Josh blew. Finally satisfied Donna sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Now lick the floor and clean up any drops from my shower."

Josh, completely humiliated, set to cleaning the floor with his tongue. When he'd finished Donna order him to follow her into the bedroom. He crawled behind her on his hands and knees.

"Lie down on the bed," she said. He did so. Donna undid the nipple clamps and unwound the cord. The relief was almost as painful as being bound.

"Shower and then sleep, Josh," said Donna in a soothing tone. "You've gotten a good taste of what I expect of you and I know you'll do better in the future." She left the room.

 

 

Eleven

There was a knock on the door early the next morning. As Josh tried to gather his senses a short, fit, bubbly redhead bounced into the room.

"Rise and shine, cowgirl," she said. "I'm Jennifer, Donna's trainer, and yours now too."

She rummaged in his bureau for a minute and pulled out a t-shirt, shorts and socks, then went to the closet and got a brand new pair of running shoes.

"Get dressed and let's get to work," she said.

Josh followed the bouncing bundle of energy down to the kitchen where he got a mug of coffee and a piece of toast, and then out to the pool house.

Jennifer put him through a series of tests to check his physical condition.

"Not bad," she said. "I'd like to see you do some cardio-vascular, mostly swimming, and Donna, of course, wants you to work on your abs and gluts. "So, we'll put you on a program of swimming, running, a bit of lifting and tons of sit-ups and aerobics. Okay?"

"Sure," said Josh. And, so, they began. He swam laps for half-an-hour, then Jennifer showed him a running path that circled the property. When he was still sweating hard she started him doing sit-ups. The first fifty went pretty well, the second fifty got tough, and the third fifty he started dying.

"C'mon, give me fifty more," she enthused. "You can do it!"

He about blacked out around 175 and only knew he made it to 200 by the congratulations Jennifer heaped on to him.

She let him lie on his back, catching his breath for a minute, and then started him on free weights, light and fast. They were just about to start on aerobics, when Donna came into the room. Jennifer stopped immediately and crossed the room,

"Good morning, Donna," she said. "Are you ready?"

"Good morning, Jennifer," said Donna. "How did Josh do today?"

"He'll come around," said the trainer. "But, he needs to work out for awhile before he's up to speed."

"I'm sure you'll have him in shape in no time," said Donna, smiling warmly at Jennifer.

Josh stood dripping in sweat, largely unnoticed. Jennifer realizing that he was still there, turned and said,

"You're through, Josh. Go to your room and shower. I'll see you back here this afternoon at three," then to Donna. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, dear," said Donna. She gave Josh a wave of dismissal and turned toward the workout machines.

 

 

Twelve

Josh walked down the hallway to his room. The door to Tammy's room was slightly ajar. He went to it and knocked gently. Sobbing she answered,

"Who is it?"

"Josh," he said.

"Come in."

He pushed the door open and found her lying on the bed, naked but for a pair of black panties. Welts from a whipping were splashed across her back, buttocks and the back of her thighs. Her face was buried in her pillow.

She lifted her head and turned to look at him, still keeping her body on her stomach. Her mascara had run, blackening her eyes, and her lipstick was smeared, tears streamed down her face.

"Look what that bitch did to me," she sobbed. "I can't take anymore of this." She again buried her face in her pillow.

Josh sat beside her on the edge of the bed, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder, where there were no marks from the whipping.

"Why did she do this?" asked Josh.

"Cuz she's a sadistic cunt, you asshole," shouted Tammy into the pillow. Rearing up her head, she spun around and spit at Josh, "She's gone easy on you so far, but your turn is coming. I can't believe I got myself into this." Again, she buried her head in the pillow.

"Well, why don't you leave?" said Josh. "The money can't be worth it to you."

"Money! What money?" Tammy went on. "I'm not making any money here. Frank dumped me and I have no where to go."

"Well, then leave," said Josh.

"You just don't understand," said Tammy. "Donna won't let me just leave. I'm her husband's mistress. He threw me in her face for six months before the divorce. She has me where she wants me. I don't have a dime, my family hasn't spoken to me in years, and I don't have any friends. I'm stuck."

"Well, you can go somewhere and start over," said Josh. "I bet if you call your family they'll help."

"Look, Josh, you seem like a nice enough guy, but you're real slow. When I say I don't have a dime, I mean not one penny to my name. When I say my family hasn't spoken to me, I mean my Dad died when I was three, my mom had a string of guys. The one she stuck with decided I was fair game about the time I turned twelve and when my mom found out, she threw me out of the house and told me I was a whore for trying to steal her boyfriend."

"Okay, look, I have some cash," said Josh. "you can have it and get out of here. A few thousand dollars will get you to San Francisco or San Diego and set you up in an apartment. You can wait tables or something and start a new life."

Tammy softened, "You'd do that for me?" she said. "Just give a few thousand dollars and let me go? No strings attached? You're all right, Josh. A bit soft in the head, but all right."

"I have the money stashed at my old house. I'll get it as soon as I can, then you can get out of here."

He stayed with her for a half an hour more, applying ointment to her welts, rubbing her feet and pampering her. Then he returned to his room to shower and change.

He knew that getting back to his old house would be difficult, without raising suspicion in Donna, and he worried about what her reaction would be when she figured out what he'd done. Probably not real positive.

 

 

Thirteen

In the next couple of weeks Josh settled into a routine of exercising twice a day, servicing Donna every evening, and learning to enjoy the life of the idle rich.

As he expected, Donna began to take him off the property. At first as an escort to parties or nights on the town, when he would be invariably offered to fellow partiers for more servicing.

Gradually she let him take excursions with the cook to the store. Then, one day she asked him to run an errand for her into the Marina.

"I purchased a dress the other day and need it for tonight, Josh. Please go to the dress shop and pick it up for me. I need it in an hour, so hurry," she said.

Hurry he did, swinging through his old digs in Ocean Park and grabbing three of the twenty-five thousand dollars he had left over from Frank's cash bonus. Then racing to the dress shop and back to the house in under the demanded hour.

Tammy met him in the foyer when he arrived home. He smiled and winked at her and she smiled back, then took the dress and ran up the stairs toward Donna's room.

Josh went to join Jennifer for his afternoon workout, after changing clothes and carefully stashing the cash behind a drawer in his bureau.

Jennifer put him through a grueling three hour workout, that left him shaking, sweating, and gasping for breath.

When he returned to the house Donna and Tammy were leaving. Donna looked beautiful, stunning in fact, in the knee length black silk dress that Josh had dashed out to procure. Tammy wore a black leather cape. A choker was evident around her neck; her legs encased in fishnet stockings, and on her feet a pair of black shoes with the incredibly high heels.

They were both made up to excess, their hair piled high on their heads.

"Josh," said Donna. "We'll be out for the evening. I want you awake when we get home, so take a nap now, if you need one."

He agreed, but his eyes drifted back to Tammy, wondering what she wore beneath the black cape. Donna noticed his wandering eye and rather than get upset she smiled,

"Tammy, dear," she purred. "Open your cape and let Josh take a look."

Tammy smiled as well, turned to face Josh and reaching up to unbuckle the cape at her neck, spread her arms, revealing the her full figure, dressed in the most erotic outfit.

Her collar was attached by straps to a black leather girdle, four in the front that ran on either side of her breasts, two in the back. The girdle cinched her waist down to nothing while pushing her breasts out between the form fitting straps. The girdle was cut high on her hips; two thin pieces of the leather ran between her thighs, forcing the lips of her pussy to pout, and garters attached to stockings that ran almost to the top of her legs.

Her breasts, appearing larger and fuller than ever before rode high on her chest, supported by the girdle and straps. Rings were fastened to her nipples, and gold chains were attached to each ring, coupled at a ring set at her throat in the middle of the choker.

Tammy, smiling, made a model's turn, showing the two straps biting into her shoulders and back, revealing her slender waist even more, and the thong buried deep inside the crevice of her ass.

She completed her turn to face him, puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. Then, laughing at the stunned expression on Josh's face, the two of them sailed out the door.

Josh went to his room to take a shower. The image of Tammy in her full slave regalia burned into his mind's eye. His cock was hard as a rock. Knowing fully that it violated his agreement with Donna, he poured a blob of conditioner into his hand, took hold of his member and pumped it until he came.

Showered, quasi-satiated, and tired he lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

It was dark outside when he woke up. Looking at the clock on his bed stand he saw that it was almost midnight. He took a quick shower to get the sleep out of his eyes, dressed and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

As usual Maria had left plenty of food in the refrigerator. Josh got out some cold chicken and a glass of milk. He sat on a stool at the butcher-block table in the middle of the kitchen and read the paper while he ate. Eventually he wandered into the den, turned on the TV and started channel surfing.

Around 2 a.m., about half way through a typical late night cop show he heard the car pull up and the click of heels in the driveway. He turned off the television and walked to the front door to greet the ladies.

He opened the door, just as Donna was reaching for the handle on the outside, surprising her. She smiled and said,

"Well, hello! Did you get a nap?"

"Yes, I did, thank you," said Josh. He looked behind Donna to see how Tammy was, fearing that whatever ordeal she might have been put through that night was probably the worst, then realized that the woman behind Donna wasn't Tammy.

"Josh, meet Rachel," said Donna, adding nonchalantly, "I swapped Tammy for her for the night."

Rachel was as tall as Josh, big boned, with huge breasts, a narrow waist and voluptuous hips. She wore a red spandex dress like a second skin that was cut to reveal cleavage to he navel.

"Pleased to meet you," said Josh extending his hand.

Rachel breezed past him into the foyer, flashed a smile and said, "Charmed, I'm sure."

"Fix some drinks, Josh," said Donna, as she led the way into the living room.

Rachel made herself at home on the couch. Donna sat in a plush chair, while Josh fixed whiskey sours. He handed one to Donna and another to Rachel, and then returned to the bar to get his own.

"Sit next to me," said Rachel patting the cushion beside her on the couch.

Donna kicked off her heels and put her feet up on the coffee table.

"That was one hell of a party, wasn't it, Rach?" said Donna.

"It sure was," said the brunette. "Your slut put on an incredible show, Donna."

"Why, thank you," said Donna accepting the compliment for herself. "She is still desperate for some serious training, but I think she's coming along nicely. A night with Teresa will do her some good."

"Teresa will teach her a thing or two. I've learned everything I know from her," she said, grinning luridly, "and it's all bad."

Realizing that Josh had no idea who what they were talking about, Donna filled him in,

"Teresa is Rachel's mistress. Tammy was the hit of the party and Teresa was so taken with her that she offered to swap toys for the evening. That's why Rachel is here and Tammy's there."

"Teresa is one of the strictest women I know," she continued. "She has a stable of nymphs and satyrs, but Rachel is her favorite. Frankly, I was surprised when she offered the swap, but life's full of surprises. Isn't it, Rachel?"

They exchanged a conspiratorial grin, and the other woman nodded her agreement.

Josh felt Rachel's long nails begin to play with his hair, and then she pulled him a bit closer to her,

"You're a real cutie, Josh," she said quietly and without turning to her, she asked, "Donna, how long have you owned this boy?"

"Not long," said Donna. "He's about as green as they come, but in time he too will fall into step."

Donna smiled at Josh warmly, while Rachel's fingers ran around his neck. She turned toward him, crossing her legs and with her hand stroked his chest, then stomach, and then his crotch.

"My you are easily excitable, aren't you, slut?" she said. She ran her hand up and down his stiffened member, then held his balls in her palm and squeezed gently.

"Donna, do you mind if I play with your toy?" she asked. "I'm so horny after this evening."

"Darling, I don't mind in the least. You play and I'll watch," said Donna.

Rachel squeezed his balls a bit harder, wrapped the fingers of her other hand in his hair, and turning his head toward her kissed him hard on the mouth. She stuck her tongue down his throat and kissed him until he was gasping for air.

Her hand left his balls, revisited his cock and deftly unbuttoned his jeans. Josh, taken aback at first, quickly gathered himself together, responding with his own tongue and plunging his hand inside the top of her dress, felt her tits and pinched her nipples.

Rachel groaned, her breath quickening. She leaned forward and took Josh's cock in her mouth, sucking him expertly and lustfully. Her tongue played over the head of his cock, then she swallowed his entire cock down her throat.

Josh leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the ride. Never had he received a blowjob like the one that Rachel was giving him now. He ran his hands through her hair, reached down and cupped her pendulous breasts, while she quickly sucked the jism straight out of his balls.

He came in one long, never-ending ejaculation. Rachel swallowed every drop and then continued to suck him and roll her tongue over the head of his penis. The sensation was at once painful and arousing. Josh's cock never deflated; in fact it seemed to gain in rigidity and length.

Rachel raised her head, planted a wet kiss on his mouth. A mixture of semen and saliva reached the top of his throat. She sat up, hiked her dress up to her waist and then turning her back to him straddled his legs. She reached through her legs and put the head of his cock to her asshole and gently sat down. His cock slipped easily inside of her, getting buried to the hilt.

She slid herself up and down his member, faster and faster, her head tossed back, her mane of brown hair billowing with each rise and fall. He reached around to rub her pussy, but she lifted his hand to her breasts, which he gladly caressed and squeezed, while they both came in a wild frenzy of thrusting pelvises.

Spent, Josh collapsed back into the couch, Rachel still on top of him.

"That looked like fun," said Donna. "Josh, crawl on over and service me."

The tone of her voice implied right now, but his lap was encumbered with Rachel and his mind was lost in netherlands of sexual gratification. Rachel, clearly accustomed to complying quickly with the demands of superior women, was off of him in a heartbeat.

He started to stir himself off the couch and stood to walk over to Donna.

"I said crawl, slut," barked Donna. "And, why is this taking forever?"

Josh dropped to his knees and crawled to Donna. She took his hair in her hands, spread her legs, and pulled his face into her glistening pussy.

"Lick, boy," she hissed. Josh dutifully complied.

"He does need some work," piped up Rachel, "doesn't he?"

"Um, yes he does," cooed Donna. "But, his tongue has made some remarkable strides."

She too had obviously been affected by the nights' performances, coming quickly once and then holding his head in place while he brought her to orgasm again. Finally satiated she released her grip on his hair and pushed him away,

"Now, go service Rachel," she said. "But, stay on your hands and knees."

Josh turned and crawled the short distance across the room to where his next client sat on the couch. Her dress rode high up on her thighs, Josh reached to pull the hemline above her pussy, while Rachel spread her legs.

Much to his surprise, instead of finding the pussy he expected beneath her red silk panties, a limp cock, pierced at the base of the head on the underside of the penis.

"Ever sucked one of these, boy?" taunted Rachel. "Better do at least half as good a job on me as I did on you, or I'll take it out of your hide."

She held her penis in her hand and pressed it to his lips. Josh flicked the head with his tongue, feeling the odd sensation of the ring. As the cock slowly swelled, he took the head in his mouth and gently sucked.

Ever so slowly her cock engorged and grew. He tried to swallow it and gagged, but continued the titillation. Settling into a rhythm he sucked the head and ran his mouth up and down the shaft. Eventually Rachel grew to a size that dwarfed even Stanley. Josh was amazed; giving up any hope of swallowing the penis he redoubled his efforts in sucking on the head.

When Rachel came, she ejaculated in buckets. Josh swallowed every drop.

"Whew! Well, your hide is safe for a few minutes, slut," said Rachel. She reached down and deftly pulled the panties over her rapidly diminishing penis, straightened her dress, and sat up on the couch.

"Things aren't always what they seem, are they Josh?" laughed Donna. "You've been a sweetheart tonight. Now it's time for bed. Rachel you'll come with me."

Josh sat on the floor and watched the two of them walk out of the living room; Rachel turned and winked at him as she left the room. He heard the click of their heels on the stone of the foyer floor.

He leaned back into the couch, his head spinning from this latest encounter in his new life.

 

 

Fourteen

Josh was returning from his morning workout, as Rachel walked down from the upstairs. She looked ragged. She managed a smile when she saw him, and said,

"Morning, lover. Man your mistress is sure vigorous. I must be spoiled, I haven't taken that kind of abuse in years."

She leaned into him and he gave her a hug, rather awkwardly. He thought of Tammy and what Donna had done to her and could only imagine what Rachel had gone through.

"Join me in the kitchen?" asked Rachel. "I need a cup of coffee."

He led her to the kitchen, poured them each a cup, and offered her a bagel at the same time. She waved him off and drank the hot brew in big gulps. She sat down tenderly on one of the kitchen stools.

"Every part of me hurts in some way or another," she said. "Thank God, I'm truly a masochist at heart."

"Are you really?" asked Josh.

"Honey, to go through what I have, you gotta be," she smiled ironically. Then, seeing that his question was genuine and personal, she continued seriously, "Look, I've gotten off on pain for as long as I can remember. I used to lie in bed at night when I was six or seven and squeeze my balls 'til I cried."

"My mom was a firm believer in the strap for punishment," she said. "I'd get in as much trouble as I could, when I was older, just to have her whack me."

"She threw me out when I was sixteen and I worked the streets for a few weeks, sucking guys dicks. One night this long black limo pulls up, a beautiful blonde rolls down the window, and goes, `Boy, how'd you like to make a hundred bucks getting your ass whipped?' I jumped in and she took me to this big mansion in the Hollywood Hills."

"We go in the house and she had me take a bath. It was the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen. I soaked for about an hour, when the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen came in, wearing close to nothing, she had me get up and she put a big old towel around me, then led me into a bedroom."

"After I'd dried off she handed me a pair of black panties and told me to put them on. Up until then she was as sweet with me as could be. But, I, sort of, balked and she was instantly furious. Told me this was the easiest hundred bucks I'd ever made and if I didn't cooperate she'd personally kick the shit out of me, stiff me for the hundred, and dump me on a dark corner in Watts."

"So, I put on the panties, which gave me an immediate hard-on. My handler, which is really what she was, laughed and got all sweet again. Then she put a blindfold over my eyes, had me put my hands behind my back and handcuffed them."

"I was not only scared to death, but thrilled beyond belief. She took my arm and guided me out of the room, down a hallway, through a couple of more rooms, and then into a party. As soon as we walked in all the people stopped talking and I could hear them getting comfortable, settling into chairs, picking up their drinks, and stuff."

"My handler kept a firm grip on my arm, while somebody else shackled my legs, with a spread bar. Then my handler turned me around a couple of times, to show me to the crowd, I figured."

"Then, some woman, in a really stern voice said, `Proceed'." My handler turned me away from the crowd, undid one handcuff, and then reattached my hands way over my head, pulling me high up onto my toes."

"Next thing I know there's this searing pain across my thighs, followed by the loudest crack I'd ever heard. I cried out to bring down the rafters and before I got that scream out the whip took me again across the ass. The bitch whipped me for half an hour. I went beyond screaming and crying to white blindness, and then something changed and I drifted into ecstasy. Each lash began to feel better than the last. I came with almost every stroke. Sweat and come poured off of me in buckets."

"When she finally stopped all I could do was beg for more. Everybody in the party thought it was the greatest thing. And, then the voice that started the whole whipping, asks, `Did you like that tulip?’ And, I couldn't help myself, I just go that was the best whipping I ever had and everybody laughed."

"The voice says, `Rita, take this boy upstairs and take care of him, I'll come talk to him later'. My handler takes me back upstairs and undoes the blindfold and the handcuffs and has me lay face down on the bed. She put some dressing on the lashes, pulls a sheet over me and leaves the room."

"I fell asleep and when I woke up, there's a woman on the bed next to me. She asked me if I still felt the same about being tied and whipped and I go yes."

"She introduced herself as Teresa and says she'd never met anyone who seemed to enjoy a whipping like I did and did I want to stay with her and be her slave. I said, sure, I mean anything was better than the street. I've been with her about four years now and love every minute of it."

"When did you become a girl?" asked Josh, who was totally engrossed in the story.

"I'm not a girl, I'm a pre-op transsexual," corrected Rachel. "A couple of years ago, Teresa said she wanted more to look at, since I was always around her. So, she had me transformed. Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Well, yeah," stammered Josh. "Sure you are."

"Such a sweet boy," said Rachel.

The doorbell rang.

"We'll see each other again soon, I bet," said Rachel. "I'll tell you all about it, but that's probably my ride home. I gotta go."

Josh walked her to the door, opening it for her. A man in chauffeur's uniform was on the stoop waiting, Tammy, looking dazed, stood beside him, dressed, as she had been the night before.

"Miss Rachel," said the chauffeur, "May I give you a lift home?"

"Thank you Johnny," said Rachel. "Bye for now Josh. I'll see you around the campus."

Josh took Tammy's hand and led her into the house. She seemed to hardly know where she was or who Josh was.

"You okay, sweetheart?" asked Josh. He was very worried about her.

She mumbled that she was tired and needed to sleep, so he took her upstairs and helped her undress. Fresh lash marks ran across her thighs and buttocks and her nipples were contorted from being pinched, probably with clamps he thought, judging from the marks.

He drew her a bath and helped her climb in. She cried out in pain as her welts were submerged in the water. Josh talked to her soothingly and was about to tell her he'd gotten the money, when Donna walked into the room.

"Welcome back, Tammy," she said gruffly. "I trust you learned a thing or two."

"Yes ma'am," mumbled Tammy.

"Good," she said, then to Josh, "When she's out of the tub, put her to bed and then come to my room."

She turned and left.

Tammy was falling asleep in the bath, so Josh lifted her out, laid her on the bed and dried her off with a towel. He applied ointment that he found on the bed stand to her wounds. Pulling the covers over her gently, he whispered,

"It's almost over. I got the money." She drifted off to sleep.

 

 

Fifteen

Tammy was quiet the next morning. Jennifer gave her the day off from working out and she spent the day in bed.

Donna went out to dinner with friends and left Josh at home. Tammy stirred around nine o'clock and they watched a movie together. He excused himself at a lull in the action and went to his room to retrieve the cash.

Returning to the den, he said,

"I don't know if you heard me last night, but I got you the cash."

He dropped the money in her lap. She stared at it for a few minutes and then said, quietly,

"You're very sweet and very stupid. But, thanks alot."

She stood up and kissed him on the lips, holding him tight.

"Thank you very much, Josh"

She left the room and he watched the end of the movie. He heard the car pull up, just as he was turning off the television. He listened while Donna crossed the driveway and let herself into the house. She came into the den,

"Evening, Boy," she said. "Did you have a good night?"

"Yes, thanks," he smiled, hoping to cover the guilt he felt in giving the money to Tammy. "Tammy and I watched a movie, but she was worn out and went to bed early."

"Well, she earned her rest, I suppose," mused Donna. "I think she's going to come around, don't you?"

"Um, yeah," said Josh.

Donna walked over and stood above him where he sat in a reclining chair.

"Slide down in the chair, Josh," she ordered. He obeyed, while she straddled the chair and pulled her panties to one side. Josh knew what to do without being told. He licked her clitoris and sucked on her pussy, plunging his tongue deep inside her.

Donna must have had a hot night, for she came quickly, her juices flowing out of his mouth and down his cheeks and chin. Satiated she rose, straightened her underwear and walked away.

"Good night," she said, turning to look at him from the door.

Josh lay half on the floor and half in the chair for a while, wondering if he'd done the right thing in giving Tammy the money. Eventually, he got up, went to his room and took a shower, carefully leaving the lights off, so that he could jerk himself off, without getting caught, should Donna slip in on him.

 

 

Sixteen

Jennifer woke him the next morning and put him through a brutal workout, followed by a long swim in the pool. They lunched together on the patio. At one point Donna came out, absently picking at Josh's fruit.

"Have either of you seen Tammy yet today?" she asked.

"No," said Jennifer. "But, today is her rest day, so I don't see her. She's usually out by the pool, though."

Josh shook his head. Well, that's it, he thought, she's bolted.

"Josh, I have some errands for you to run, come to my office now and I'll give you the list."

He dutifully followed her and saw by the list that his afternoon was shot.

"I should be back by dinner," he said.

"You better be," said Donna.

But, when he returned no one was around. A light dinner was laid out for him in the kitchen and he ate alone and silently. He went up to his room after dinner and found a pair of black thong panties on the bed, along with a note from Donna instructing him to put them on and come to her room.

He undressed and pulled on the panties, finding himself aroused by the soft, tight material and the thong that was buried inside the crack of his ass.

He walked down the hall and knocked on Donna's door. He stood there for a few minutes and then knocked again.

"Just a minute," came Donna's voice sharply.

When she opened the door the sight of her took him back. She wore a low cut, tight leather bodice, her breasts almost coming out of them, skintight shimmering lycra capris, and black high heels.

"Kneel," she ordered. Josh dropped to his knees. Donna fastened a collar around his neck, and then clipped a black leash to a loop in the collar.

"Worship my feet, slut," she said. Josh bent over and kissed each of her pointed leather shoes.

"Follow me," she ordered. "Keep your eyes on my feet." She turned pulling on the leash. Josh crawled behind her, his eyes locked on the backs of her shoes.

She led him to the end of the bed and then said,

"Up!"

He raised himself from the floor, remaining on his knees. He was shocked and terrified to see Tammy lying on the bed, her red, pouty lips curved up in a wicked smile, her eyes danced with pleasure and anticipation. The stack of cash lay on the bed between them.

Donna slapped him across the face and shouted,

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I, um, oh shit," was all he could stammer.

She slapped him again and then pulled the leash backward choking him with the collar.

"Answer me, slut," she hissed in his face, her mouth grim, her eyes burning with anger.

"I'm sorry, Donna," he said, lowering his head. "But, she was so miserable and scared, and you hurt her so bad. I just had to help her."

"She's supposed to be miserable, you dumb whore. She's in training. She's my pussy to do with as I please. You have no place to interfere, especially in such a traitorous, unfaithful, and chickenshit way."

"I'm sorry," he said, and then he shot a glare at Tammy. Donna saw it and slapped him again. Tammy smiled impishly and rolled over, her short skirt riding up her ass, exposing her perfect cheeks. She raised her feet in the air and crossed them coquettishly.

"Tammy has shown me how far she has come, by bringing this flagrant violation of my rules to my attention," said Donna. "You have shown just how much training you still need and it will begin right now."

She dragged him by the leash around to the side of the bed, and then ordered him to keep his knees on the floor and his arms and upper torso on the bed.

Tammy kneeled on the opposite side of the bed and took his wrists in her hands, then leaned back, stretching the muscles in his back. Donna stood behind him. She snapped the whip in her hand, and said,

"I expect to be thanked for each of these, you piece of unfaithful dirt."

He heard the whip whistle through the air and felt the searing pain as she lashed it across his back. Tammy pulled harder on his wrists and laughed.

"Thank you, Mistress," he said, his teeth clenched in pain.

Donna let the whip fly again; moving lower on his back and again Tammy laughed, and again Josh thanked her.

Inch by inch Donna worked her way down his back, across his buttocks, and down his thighs. Tammy's laughter grew with each lash. The pain was mind numbing.

Donna finally finished with the whipping and let him rest on the bed for a minute.

"Tammy, show Josh our surprise," she said after a short break. "Josh raise your head and feast your eyes."

Josh looked, his eyes following Tammy luscious legs from her knees up her thighs to the short light mini skirt she wore. Tammy was kneeling in front him, and then she settled her ass back on her heels, and slowly pulled the hem of her skirt over a long black dildo that was strapped to her waist.

"I told you were stupid, Josh," she laughed. "Why didn't you listen to me?"

She slid forward on her knees putting the end of the dildo against his mouth.

"You want that big black cock as wet as you can get it, slut," said Donna, from behind. "Can you guess why?"

He took the dildo in his mouth and started spreading his saliva over as much of it as he could.

"I'll tell you why, boy," said Donna in a low threatening tone. "Because in a minute Tammy and I are going to trade places and while you service me like you've never serviced me before, she's going take that thing and make woman out of you."

"That's it get it really wet," Donna continued, growling. "That rod is going way up inside of you. You look like such a hot pussy in your thong and Tammy's going to ram inside you for as long as she wants and as long as I want her to. Are you ready for it, slut?"

"Take this treacherous cunt, Tammy," ordered Donna. "Right now!"

Tammy pulled the dildo out of his mouth and bounced off the bed, while Donna came around him and climbed onto the bed. Tammy set up pillows for her mistress to lean back into and Donna settled back into them. She put her spike heels into his back and stuck her anus into his mouth.

"Clean me, Boy," she said.

He began to lick her asshole, while Tammy positioned the head of her dildo in his. She got the head just inside and then laughed,

"Remember our first night, Josh?" she asked. "When you did this to me? I just love to have a dick up my ass and I bet you will to. Are you a virgin?"

He nodded his head yes and then felt the full length of the shaft plunge into his ass. The shock, pain and pleasure were overwhelming. His attention to Donna's brown hole wavered, so she dug her heels hard into his back, while Tammy pulled out the dildo and then rammed it in again.

She began to rhythmically pump the leather cock in and out of him, pressing into the lash marks with each thrust. His tongue dug deeper and deeper into Donna, spreading her anus as he did. He felt himself come and still the dildo slid in and out of him.

Tammy was relentless in her fucking of him, while Donna, arched her back, digging her heels deeper into his skin. For an hour the two women demanded of him his complete surrender to their assault.

Eventually, from the pain, the pleasure and sheer exhaustion he passed out. Donna's groans of orgasm and Tammy's laughter swirling in the miasma of his unconsciousness.

 

 

Seventeen

He awoke the next morning on the floor beside Donna's bed. His ass burned and the lashes from the whip throbbed in pain.

He pulled himself up slowly, in agony. Tammy lay in Donna's arms in the bed. The both wore satisfied smiles on their faces.

Josh quietly dragged himself out of the room and back to his bedroom. He had no sooner closed the door and turned on the shower, when Jennifer bounced into the room.

"Come on, sleepyhead," she called out. He met her at the bathroom door.

"Wow, look at you, lover," she said. He followed her eyes and realized that he still wore the panties. He tried to bend over to remove them, but because of the cuts on his back he couldn't. Jennifer came over to support him and looked at his back.

"Man, she really gave you a workout last night, didn't she?" said Jennifer. "I thought you were her pet and Tammy was her whippingslut. What happened?"

"I fucked up," said Josh.

"I'll bet," said Jennifer. "Come on, I'll draw you a bath and dress those wounds."

She tended to him, while he told her what had happened. The oils she put in the bath were soothing and when she had him lie on the bed and applied a salve, his back began to feel much better. She put a different salve on her finger and worked it into his asshole, leaving a tingling sensation.

"Well, if Tammy's on Donna's good side there's going to be no living with her for awhile."

"No work out for you today, boy," she said, and then got off the bed. "I have to give Donna her workout. I'll come and check on you later. In the meantime try to sleep."

Josh went quickly back to his dreams.

Jennifer left the room and met Donna in the hallway.

"Good morning, Jennifer," said Donna. "How's the slut doing?"

"Man, you really worked him over," said Jennifer. "But, he's a strong boy, he'll bounce back quickly."

"He better," said Donna. "Did he tell you what he did?"

"Yeah. Pretty stupid trusting a tramp like her, don't you think?"

"I suppose, but it still makes me mad," said Donna, then smiling wickedly, "He sure got me hot bent over the bed, with his butt waving in the air in those little panties, though"

"I'll bet. He looked cute standing upright in them this morning."

"How much work do you think it would take to make a real pussy out of him?" Donna asked.

"He's got a small frame, nice legs, and decent pecs. It really depends how he reacts to the herbs and hormones. Do you want to try it out for a bit?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll tell Maria to add them to his food, you change his workout," decided Donna. "But, let's not tell him for awhile."

"Okay," said Jennifer. "I'll meet you in the gym in ten, all right?"

"I'll be right there."

Jennifer turned at the stairs toward the backyard, while Donna went to the kitchen to give Maria her instructions.

So began the transformation of Josh from a virile young man to a subservient young woman.

 

 

Eighteen

Josh slept through the day and right through the night, awakening only when Jennifer came once to treat his wounds.

He felt much better the following morning, the salve having healed his back tremendously. He wandered down to the kitchen early and was surprised that dry toast and fruit replaced his regular breakfast of eggs, toast and pancakes.

"Hey!" he asked, "What's this Maria? I'm not a bird, y'know."

"Donna and Jennifer think you need to lose a few pounds," said Maria smiling. It killed her to know what they really had in mind for the boy, without being able to discuss it with him. "I'll keep everything tasty, so don't worry."

Josh looked at himself. He was in the best shape of his life. He couldn't understand what Donna and Jennifer were talking about. He ate his breakfast a bit sullenly and went out to the gym.

Jennifer was putting Tammy through her paces. Josh glared at both of them, while he began his routine by stretching.

"Morning, Josh," said Jennifer.

"Hi, cutie," said Tammy, as cheerful and fresh as he'd ever seen her.

He grunted in return and then, rushing through his stretches went to the free weights to start pumping his anger out of his system.

"Um, Josh," Jennifer stopped him, "don't start on those yet. Keep stretching. I want to change your routine a bit."

She turned her attention back to Tammy without any further explanation to Josh. Josh went back to the mats and continued to stretch.

He was still on the floor half an hour later, when Jennifer and Tammy finished. He was on one knee, his right leg extended behind him, hands on the ground, when Tammy kneeled beside him, ran her hand on the inside of his right thigh and up into the crack of his ass,

"I know you're mad at me, lover," she whispered in his ear, "but I'll make it up to you. I just want you to know that I had a wonderful time the other night."

She bit him gently on the ear and then got up and left the gym. He turned his head and watched her bounce out of the room.

As soon as she was out of earshot, he snapped at Jennifer,

"Why have you changed my diet? I'm not fat! I'm in great shape! And, what do you mean my routine is changing as well. What's going on, Jennifer?"

"Relax, honey," she said soothingly. "I just want to work on some other muscle groups, and I need to cut your food intake down a bit while I do, or you'll put on some weight."

Seeing that her lies had calmed him, she continued,

"Remember, you belong to Donna, so when it comes to your body's condition, you're all mine, sweetheart. Trust me, you'll be happy in the long run"

"Okay," said Josh. "So what's my new routine?"

Jennifer started him on sit-ups. More than he had ever dreamed possible. She focused on legs lifts to build his thighs, light weights to keep his arms toned and rubber band pulls to enlarge is pecs. She had him finish with a bunch of laps in the pool.

His lunch was just as light in calories, his afternoon workout, almost exclusively involving sit-ups and leg lifts. He was hungry and tired at the end of the day and when Donna told him she didn't need him that night, obviously favoring Tammy as a playtoy, he went to bed.

He accepted his new diet and workouts. Assuming that the differences that he felt were caused by the lack of calories. Donna used him very little for about a week. She called him into the living room on one afternoon and had him service her with his tongue and awakened him one night, straddling his face and forcing him to service her.

Meanwhile, she, Jennifer and Maria were all impressed by how quickly Josh responded to the new regime, as well as the hormones and herbs that Maria was including in his meals.

His ass had begun to get definition, his breasts were starting to swell, his face was getting soft and a little puffy, his arms were toning down their muscularity, and his hair was getting long, while his beard was growing less and less.

 

 

Nineteen

Ten days later, at the end of a hot August afternoon, Donna called him into the living room.

"Sweetheart," she said, spreading her legs and indicating that she wanted him at work between her legs, "I was furious with you the other night. But, in my anger, I must admit that I did enjoy the show."

He was listening to her intently while his tongue played with the folds of her pussy. She continued,

"Anyway, darling, seeing you in those panties, with Tammy's little cock buried inside your asshole really got me hot. And, as I've thought about it the past few days, the hotter I've gotten."

"You remember Rachel, of course," she said, her voice purring as Josh's tongue began to work its magic. "Well, I've always envied Teresa her stick pussy. Frankly, I'm not much of a cock woman; I prefer the softness and attentiveness of the flickering tongue and the visceral pleasure of what I can do to my toys myself. So, the pleasure I can derive from you, as you are now, is limited."

"I've been experimenting with you for the past week or so, and I'm very pleased with how your body has responded. I have your body in line, now I'd like to include your mind and soul."

Josh stopped licking her and lifted his head,

"Oh, don't stop," she arched her back and thrust her pussy into his face. "That's a dear boy."

"You are mine, don't forget," she continued. "I can make you do as I please. But, I hope that in your time here with me I've instilled a sense of worship. I trust that you consider your purpose in life is to please me and to please me you'll do whatever I ask."

Josh, kneeling between her legs, drinking in her sweet juices realized that she was right. That the months he'd spent with Donna were the happiest of his life and that the demands she placed on him, the abuse he took by her hand and her feet did fulfill his every desire. His only, and he considered his best response, was to redouble his efforts to bring her pleasure with him tongue.

Donna, interpreting the vigorous attention he was now providing her vagina as an affirmation of her question, moaned, then ran her hand gently through his hair,

"You are such a good boy," she said. Then, she came with incredible ferocity, her legs squeezing his head, her pelvis gyrating uncontrollably and her pussy running up and down his face.

She held him in her legs as she lay back into the sofa and enjoyed the continued waves of ecstasy and Josh joined her in the rhythm, feeling each quiver from deep inside her vagina, drinking deeply her come as it flowed from her pussy and into his mouth.

When, finally, she was finished and the passion subsided, she released his head and opened her legs, allowing him to sit back on his haunches.

He looked her in the eye, and swore,

"Donna, I'm yours, totally. Whatever you wish to do with me, as long as it pleases you is my only desire. You say that you have my body, well now you do have my mind and soul as well.

"I didn't doubt it for a minute," she said, smiling.

"So, what have you done to me?"

"Well, as you know your diet and exercise regimes have changed, and Maria has been adding hormones and some herbs to your food," she said matter of factly. "Look in the mirror and you'll see the difference after just ten days."

"Now that I see that this is working, I'm going to get Maria to increase the hormones, you and Jennifer can concentrate more on your workout, and Teresa's been kind enough to offer Rachel as a tutor," she was getting excited with the project. "All the girls will help you with the transformation, but Rachel and Tammy will do most of the work."

She saw Josh blanch at the mention of Tammy,

"Now, you've got to put any hostility you may feel for Tammy behind you. She's really a child in many ways, and though your gesture was meant to be helpful, she really needs me and the discipline I can provide her. She'd be lost if she went out on her own. I dread to think what would have happened to her in the real world."

"She didn't have to turn me in, though," said Josh. "I thought I was helping her."

"You thought you were helping her, and in reality you were," said Donna calmly. "Tammy has been so confused. She was a whore working a convention that Frank attended. He took a fancy to her and brought her home. She was as devoted to him as a puppy dog and when he dumped her and left town she was completely lost."

"She always feared me when she was Frank's concubine and when I took her under my wing she couldn't make the same commitment to me that she had made to Frank. You offering her an out allowed her the freedom to worship me. She knew she could leave and realized that she was safe with me, and all I demand is her total devotion. She knows I'll never leave her and if I sell her or give her away it will be to a good home."

"You can sell her?" asked Josh.

"Of course. I can sell her, you or Jennifer," said Donna evenly. "You are all my property, to do with as I please. But, don't worry; as long as you keep me happy you're not going anywhere. And, right now you, especially, are making me very happy."

Once again, Josh found his head spinning. Donna was constantly surprising and unnerving him. He found his only solace in the knowledge that as each day passed, his happiness was interwoven with hers.

She was losing interest in him as a man, so he would become a woman, or part woman, and hope that she didn't lose interest in him again.

Donna picked up the telephone and pressed the intercom, she spoke into the phone,

"Come join us."

A few minutes later Tammy and Jennifer walked into the room. They both looked a bit sheepishly at Josh.

"Girls, I've filled Josh in on what I've been doing with him and what my plans for the future are," she said. "Right now, I'd like you to take him to his room and dress him up for me. I'll see you in my room shortly."

Josh followed the women to his room. He was astonished to see the change. Gone were the subtle browns and tans, in their place a scarlet red bedspread and pink sheets. Light red curtains were on the window.

Tammy went to the dresser. As she opened the drawer Josh could see that his wardrobe had been changed. Female undergarments, shorts, and t-shirts were in the drawers. Jennifer opened the closet to reveal dresses, skirts, and blouses.

"This is gonna be fun," said Jennifer. Donna looked into the room as she walked down the hall, smiling she said,

"Take your time, girls. Have fun."

 

 

Twenty

Tammy and Jennifer pulled together three or four outfits, and a mound of lingerie, dumping it all on the bed. They put Josh in a bath filled with hot oily water. They lit candles and dimmed the lights.

He luxuriated in the bath, while Tammy and Jennifer rummaged in the drawers. They crashed into the bathroom in a gaggle of laughter. Tammy went to the sink and picked up a razor and a can of shaving cream. Josh saw that the counter around the sink had been stocked with cosmetics,

"When did my room get redecorated?" he asked affably.

"We did it while you were talking to Donna," said Jennifer. "Are you mad at us for not telling you what was going on?"

"No, I've learned that Donna's in charge," he said. "And, how and when she chooses to do things is entirely her call."

"What a sweetheart," said Jennifer. She kissed him on the forehead.

Tammy knelt beside the tub, and reaching into the water took hold of his right leg, the nearest to her, by the calf,

"Put your leg up on the side of the tub, sugar," she said. He propped it and Tammy squirted shaving cream up and down his leg, covering his entire crotch area in a mound of cream.

She began by shaving off all but a small patch of pubic hair right above the base of his cock, Then, in long bold strokes she shaved the thigh of his right leg, then carefully running the blade around the bones of his knee and shin she removed all the hair on his right leg.

She ran her hand along the leg, spooning water on to wash off the shaving cream residue. Then she stood and walked around to the other side of the tub,

"Give me your other leg, lover," she said, smiling.

She repeated the process on his left leg, as deftly and quickly. Then asking him to raise each arm, she applied more shaving cream and took the hair off his armpits. Finally she handed him the razor and had him shave his own beard.

"Okay, now take a shower and wash your hair, use lots of conditioner," said Jennifer.

Josh took the shower running his hands up and down his satiny legs, loving the sensation. When he opened the door to the stall to step out, Tammy greeted him with a big bath towel and dried him off.

Jennifer used a pair of scissors to trim the small triangle of pubic hair that Tammy had left. She then handed him a pair of black lace panties. She had him put them on and then put her hand inside the front and pressed his cock and balls up into the cavity of his pelvis. With her left hand she reached behind him and pulled the back of the panties up high, as her right hand pulled the front up tight as well.

The result was that the panties held his cock and balls flat, leaving the impression that he had nothing but a vagina beneath the panties. They were made of industrial strength elastic and spandex.

Tammy put a black negligee over his shoulder. He slipped his arms into the sleeves.

"Now sit down here," said Tammy, pointing to a chair in front of the vanity mirror next to his sink. He sat down and they began to apply lotions and make up, trying different colors until they were satisfied. His shoulder length hair was curled and fluffed. When he looked in the mirror he was amazed.

"I never thought I could look this beautiful," he said. Tammy put on clip on hoop earrings, saying that they'd have to get his ears pierced.

They then led him into the bedroom, where the real fun began. Jennifer pulled a corset out of the pile of lingerie,

"We'll eventually get your waist down to a reasonable size, but in the meantime, you'll need to wear one of these," she said, attaching the long line of hoops from behind. His waist cinched, gave him a delicious curve to his figure and pushed his chest up and out.

His breasts had grown a small amount as a result of the hormones, herbs, and exercise, however, when the girls strapped him into an incredibly tight bra, the results were dramatic.

"Look at yourself now," said Tammy, pointing to the full-length mirror. Josh could barely breath in the corset and bra, but he had to admit that his figure was equally as breathtaking.

Tammy had him sit on the bed and showed him how to pull nylons up each of his legs, and then she produced straps that attached to the corset and the top of the nylons. They tried a couple of different dresses before settling on a simple black dress.

Jennifer did his nails, while Tammy fussed with his hair, and then they had him put on black leather pumps. The heels were a reasonable height, but he still had difficulty walking in them.

Tammy and Jennifer lay back on his bed, with the pillows fluffed up and had him parade around the room for them, while he got used to walking in heels.

"Sweetheart, you look fabulous," said Jennifer. Tammy nodded her agreement. "Bend over and show us some cheek...oh yeah. Donna should be pleased. Come on, let's go show her new toy."

They jumped off the bed and led him out of the room and down the hall. Tammy and Jennifer dropped to their knees, so Josh followed suit, finding it quite difficult in the tight fitting garments.

Tammy knocked on the door and they all waited. Some minutes passed before Donna opened the door. She was dressed in a leather teddy and thigh high boots; her breasts were bursting from the top of the teddy. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her makeup applied in severe colors, accenting the arches in her eyebrows and lashes.

They took turns bending over to kiss the top of her feet, then rose in unison and walked into the room. The formality of the entry quickly gave way to a pajama party atmosphere once they were inside the dimly lit room. Tammy and Jennifer sat on the bed and had Josh walk and pose for Donna.

Donna had Josh stand still and face the other girls, and then she came up behind him. She ran her hands down his back, then up his sides, pulling him back into her embrace. She pulled the hair back on his left side and kissed the nape of his neck, biting him softly. Her arms came around his waist and her hands reached down to his crotch, reaching between his legs, she whispered in his ear how nice it was to feel his pussy, then she ran her hands up over his stomach and cupped his breasts, pinching his nipples.

She turned him around and had him kneel before her. Spreading her legs she gently pulled his face to her pussy.

"Be careful of your makeup, darling," she cooed. He licked her gently, his tongue dancing on her clitoris. She ran her hands through his hair, moving her hips slowly backwards and forward. She reached down and pulled the back of his dress up over his hips. "Arch your back and show me your ass, honey. Ah, that looks so nice."

She came slowly and quietly, as his tongue still flickered over her clitoris. She gently lifted him up from his knees and had him settle back down on the bed.

He looked over at Jennifer and Tammy. Tammy's feet were on the pillows her head facing the bottom of the bed. Jennifer's forefinger was buried in her pussy and thumb was deep in her asshole. Jennifer's own skirt was pulled up and her other hand was under her panties, fingering her own pussy.

Their faces were flushed and they were both breathing hard. Donna, in a state of benevolence that Josh had never experienced, stepped back, pulled up a chair and sat down, casting her eyes from one end of the bed to the other, they danced with happiness.

She put her foot between Josh's legs and pressed in on his crotch, the spike heel of her boot creeping into the crack of his ass.

"All my beautiful pussies on one bed" she said. She sat back in the chair serenely satisfied with her possessions. Jennifer stopped fingering Tammy and herself. "Don't stop, darling," said Donna softly.

She watched as Jennifer resumed, digging her fingers deep inside Tammy, who bucked her pussy and ass up into the air, pulling the others' fingers inside as deep as she could. Tammy groaned from the pleasure of Jennifer's attentions.

At the same time Jennifer foraged in the wet recesses of her own pussy. Her eyes were closed, her lips drawn tight against her teeth, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Jennifer squeezed her thumb and forefinger together, as they drew in and out of Tammy's ass and pussy. Tammy thrashed her hips up and down in ecstasy. Their cries of orgasm filled the room and drew smiles of from both Josh and Donna who sat and watched.

Jennifer pulled her thumb and finger out of Tammy, who sat up, turned languorously, stretched out on top of Jennifer and kissed her deeply and gently on the mouth. They held each other, their breasts pressed firmly against each other, for some time.

Donna, finally, stood and walked to the bed. She looked admiringly at Tammy ass, exposed as the short mini-skirt that Tammy wore had ridden up to her waist. Donna spanked Tammy hard on the right cheek, and said, playfully,

"C'mon you two, that's enough."

Tammy lifted herself off of Jennifer slowly, their eyes held each other steadily. Jennifer ran her hand through her hair and shook her head to clear away the euphoria of her lovemaking with Tammy.

"It's time we introduced our new pussy to the pleasures of being female, girls," said Donna to the two lovers. "Tammy, get me my cock. Josh lie on the bed on your stomach."

They both did as they were told. Jennifer, who remained on the bed, stretched out beside Josh and began to run her fingers along his back. She gently pulled his dress up over his ass, exposing the black lace panties. She pulled them to the side and rubbed his asshole, gently opening the orifice, while Donna strapped on a dildo about the same size as the one that Tammy rammed inside of him, when she was ordered to do so by Donna the week before.

Jennifer spread his legs with her hand and then reaching from behind put her hand on his crotch and lifted his ass in the air.

Donna climbed onto the bed and settled between his legs. Jennifer's finger had opened him up sufficiently enough to accommodate the dildo. Donna put the head against his asshole, and then leaned over his body. She kissed him between the shoulder blades, pulled his hair away from his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I'll be gentle, lover," she said. "Tell me how it feels."

Slowly she inserted the head inside of him, cooing in his ear how inviting it was, how easily her dildo slipped inside to its full length.

Josh loved the feel of the rubber cock as it slid into his bowels. Through the thin silk of the dress and his bare back he could feel Donna's breasts caress him, as she pulled the dildo in and out of him by thrusting her hips. His breath quickened, his cock remained small, but hard, his balls throbbed with swelling of his seminal fluids.

He swooned and began raising his ass to meet the dildo as Donna began to push it in, his heart raced, his breathing grew ferocious, the need inside of him for the cock was overwhelming. He began to thrash on the bed, pressing himself into Donna's pelvis, grasping at the sheets, squeezing his anus around the cock, and finally coming in a delicious release of inhibitions.

Donna remained on top of him, the dildo embedded firmly inside his ass. She kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear, and reached under him to caress his breasts, gently pinching his nipples. As he lay there completely satisfied, his mind swimming with impulses of pleasure, he realized that in his entire relationship with Donna this was the first time that they had enjoyed such a soft, gentle, intimate interlude.

He reveled in her touch and intimacy, smiling at her words of endearment, pressing his hips into her pelvis so as to take in as much of her pseudo-cock as he possibly could.

"You love this, don't you, Josh?" purred Donna.

"Umm, yeah," sighed Josh.

"We're going to make the perfect woman of you, darling," whispered Donna. "You'll wear the finest lingerie, clothes, and jewelry. You'll have the perfect body and the perfect face. Is that what you want?"

"Ohhh, yeah," he groaned, for as she whispered these words she ground her pelvis into his ass and pushed the dildo in as deep as she could.

Slowly Donna pulled the dick out of his behind. Inch by inch, stopping along the way, so that he could enjoy the lingering sensation inside of him.

Once she was out she rose off the bed, allowing Tammy to undo the straps and remove the dildo from her waist. Jennifer, who along with Tammy had kneeled by the side of the bed watching in awe as Donna made love to Josh, sat up and ran her hand gently along his back, over his rump, straightening his underwear and dress as she did so.

Donna quickly regained her dominating tone,

"Josh, you've had your fun with me for the night. Jennifer take him to his room and show him how to prepare for bed. You may spend the night with him if you wish. See if you can get his cock to work. Tammy, you stay here."

Tammy beamed at the prospect of serving Donna and Josh didn't miss the transformation in her from a few weeks prior.

Jennifer led him back to his room and drew a bath. They both undressed and climbed into the tub together, enjoying a pleasant hour rubbing each other's backs, fondling each other's breasts, and kissing.

Jennifer got out and Josh followed. They dried off, slipped into silk nightgowns, and climbed into bed. Josh rested his head on her breast, running his hand gently over her stomach. He rubbed her thighs and then squeezed the lips of her pussy together.

Jennifer groaned and squirmed. He lifted her nightgown and ran his fingers on either side of pussy, gently brushing a finger over her protruding clitoris. She lifted herself off the bed, begging for more with her thrusting pussy.

He squeezed the lips of her pussy together between his thumb and forefinger.

"Harder," said Jennifer. He complied, pinching her lips and clitoris as hard as he could.

"Oh, yeah," moaned Jennifer. "Don't stop."

The harder and longer he held her, lifting her pelvis off the bed with her pussy, the more excited she became, eventually coming, with her head thrown back, gasping for air.

She quickly pushed his hand away and reached down under his nightgown, finding his cock and rubbing his shaft and balls. Though her aggressive manipulations of his genitals were exciting, due to the hormones he'd been taking, Josh's member was slow to respond.

As Donna rarely allowed Jennifer any cock she was desperate for a hard shaft buried deep inside of her, she quickly wrapped her mouth around the deflated dick and began to suck and lick with a fury. Josh began to grow, ever so slowly, until Jennifer gently inserted her middle finger inside his anus and started rubbing his prostate and the base of his dick from the inside.

The double stimulation worked wonders and she soon had the hard shaft for which she'd longed. Pushing Josh onto his back, Jennifer straddled his waist and put the head of his engorged penis against the lips of her pussy.

"Oh, baby. Do you know how long I've waited for this?" she cooed. Thinking back Josh realized that other than his brief encounter with Rachel he'd not had his cock inside another since moving into Donna's house and not since the evening he signed on with Donna and was offered Tammy had his cock burrowed inside of a vagina.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," he answered smiling. He held her at the waist and slowly guided her onto his dick, letting her take her time and enjoy a slow plunge deep inside the fold of her snatch.

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Jennifer began coming when his shaft was but halfway inside her. She came in spurts, she came in rivulets, she can in rivers, and she came in oceans. She rode Josh with reckless abandon, like a cowgirl rides a horse she stayed atop and pumped her pelvis everyway she could, running her pussy the entire length of his cock, pulling it out so that just the head was inside of her and then plunging down on him so that he was buried to the hilt.

Come poured out of her and sweat poured off of her. She was soaked from head to toe, gasping for air, her heart beating at ferocious rate while she sucked every last morsel of pleasure from his engorged member.

When every last bit of her sexual desire and tension had been spent she still ran herself up and down him, but she also reached behind her and plunged a finger inside his ass again, hard and vicious probing of her finger complemented the rhythm of her snatch sliding up and down his dick.

Josh had enjoyed her furious taking of his member in a semi-detached way. He was stimulated enough to remain hard by her bouncing breasts, the glimpses of her pubic hair, her wildly thrashing hair, and excited moans and groans, but he was far removed from the sexual intensity needed for him to ejaculate. His breasts had become sensitive, so that when her hands came to rest on them during the lovemaking his own pleasure was heightened, but Jennifer was too far gone to pay enough attention to anything other than his cock with anything other than her pussy, to sustain the pleasure long enough for him to come.

Until he felt her hand fumbling around his ass, followed by the sharp bite of her finger entering him. His excitement grew rapidly when he felt her dig into his anus with such intensity and then unable to hold himself back, in fact desperate now to come he let loose with huge load of sperm.

Jennifer was quick and watchful; as he began to come she pulled herself off of him, removing her finger from inside his bowels at the same time. She slid herself down his legs, reinserted two fingers in his open rear hole and took his cock in her mouth. By twisting her fingers inside of him while she plunged as deep as she could she reach, all the while sucking on his dick she drew a mouthful of come from his penis savoring the salty taste while it ran down her throat.

She held him in her mouth, her fingers gently rubbing his prostate for the longest time, sucking then swallowing the last drops of his seminal fluids.

Finally raising her head she pulled herself by his shoulders up on top of him and kissed him gently on the lips.

"That was incredible," she murmured. "I haven't had a fuck like that my entire life. I hope Donna let's you keep your cock for awhile."

Then she drifted off to sleep. Josh lay awake for a few minutes. Looking out the window he could see the signs of first light. From Donna's room down the hall, or maybe through the open windows he could her the lash of her whip and Tammy's cries of pleasure.

He drifted off to sleep euphoric, satisfied, and fulfilled.

 

 

Twenty-One

None of the four stirred until mid-afternoon, when Josh and Jennifer woke up. Jennifer made a valiant effort to bring Josh's manhood back to it regal prominence, but had to settle on a rather limp and uninspired morning fuck. Still, it was better than anything other than night before that she'd felt inside of her for sometime.

They showered separately, but dressed together. Josh searched through his drawers for a pair of shorts and t-shirt. All of his old clothes had been removed and there was nothing for him to wear.

"You're a babe now, sweetheart," said Jennifer. "Let me help you."

She had him but on a pair underwear that strictly confined his genitals, a bra that gave him a modest cleavage, a short skirt and blue work shirt, that she tied at the waist.

She helped him apply makeup and choose some jewelry, a silver bracelet and a pair of hoop earrings.

They went down to the kitchen and sat at the table for a light breakfast meal. Tammy came in shortly thereafter and put together a breakfast for Donna.

"Let me run this upstairs to her highness and then I'll join you," she said, dashing out of the kitchen.

Though Josh was sure that Donna had tortured Tammy merciless once he and Jennifer had gone to bed, she showed none of her earlier suffering as she danced in and out of the kitchen.

"What a remarkable change, eh?" Josh commented to Jennifer.

"Yeah," replied Jennifer. "Donna's ways are harsh sometimes, but they do work. Tammy will be happy here for a long time."

"How about you?" asked Josh, "Are you happy here?"

"Me?" laughed Jennifer. "I'm fucking ecstatic. Meeting Donna was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"How'd you meet her?"

"I was referred to her by a client as a trainer, right after her husband set up the gym. I started working with her once a week and then three times, then five and then one magical day I moved in full time."

"Magical, huh?" said Josh.

"Oh, yeah," mused Jennifer. "I mean, I'd always been attracted to women and I'd always loved sex, but nothing in my past compared to what I experienced with Donna."

"The first couple of times I came for her workout were pretty normal. She'd be in the gym waiting for me, I'd coach, she'd sweat and then I'd go home."

"Around the third or fourth session, we started the routine, and Donna asked me how she was coming along. I said just fine, and she was. She was in good shape already, but in just a couple of weeks she'd really begun to get definition. She asked me how long it was going to take her to have a body as nice as mine."

"I thanked her for her compliment and said she was pretty much already there. I was setting up one of the machines for her, bent over, facing away from her, when she came up behind me and put her hand on my ass, and told me I had the nicest body she'd ever seen.

"I was a bit flustered, mostly because I hadn't really considered her a dyke or anything. I stood up and turned around and she kissed me. Really gentle and sweet at first, but then when I kissed her back, she pulled me to her and kissed me hard. It was great."

"Eventually we got back to the workout and when it was finished she kissed me goodbye."

"The next time I came back she was really businesslike. We did her workout and at the end she asked if I'd be willing to come everyday. When I said that I had other clients and everyday would be a problem she offered me more money than you can imagine to clear my schedule."

"So, I said, sure, why not and I started coming every morning to workout with Donna. She was real friendly and familiar, but we didn't kiss again for awhile."

"About three weeks later I showed up and Donna wasn't around, so I serviced the machines and straightened the free weights up. About half an hour later she walked in dressed in black nylons, a leather leotard and thigh boots. She had Tammy behind her on a leash, naked except for a beautiful leather collar and a pair of black panties."

"She looped Tammy's leash over a bar on one of the machines and told her to kneel and then turned to me and apologized for being late, but said she had to set the slut straight on a few things, pointing at Tammy."

"And, then without another word she started her work out. Of course, with as much leather as she had on, she was sweating up a storm in a few minutes, but she worked away as if everything was everything."

"I had a hard time concentrating, what with Tammy kneeling on the ground a few feet away, her ass was just perfect in the panties and her tits perked up to meet the moon."

"At the end of the session Donna asked me if I'd like to be serviced, you know it's her favorite expression. I had no idea what she meant, so I looked at her baffled."

"And, she asks me if I'd like to have the `little slut' she called her, eat me out. I was so hot I said sure and sat down on one of the benches and spread my legs."

"She took the end of the leash and led Tammy over to me, making her crawl on her hands and knees the whole way, then she ordered her to eat me. Tammy put her hands on the inside of my thighs, pulled my shorts to the side and just dove on in. Her tongue was amazing. I came and came. The entire time Donna stood there watching."

"When I'd had enough she pulled Tammy to her feet, said she'd see me the next day and went back in the house."

"You can bet I was there the next day with bells on. Donna was waiting for me, but no sign of Tammy. She asked me if I'd enjoyed myself and I said sure. She explained that Tammy was actually her husband's concubine, but that she liked to keep her under her thumb as well."

"She promised me I'd have use of Tammy again soon, and then we settled into her workout."

"Pretty soon after that I started training Tammy as well, and before long I was here everyday, almost all day. I'd give Donna her workout, then Tammy, and then Tammy and I would fuck the afternoon away."

"We got pretty close, she told me how scared she was of Donna, that she didn't know where she stood with Frank. He'd fuck her every now and then, but mostly just kept her around to look at. She told me that Frank and Donna were going to split up. And, she told me that she loved me."

"Then, one day Donna came in for her workout and told me herself that she and Frank were breaking up. She told me she was really happy with my service, didn't want me to worry about my job, as Frank was leaving her the house and scads of money. She asked me if I wanted to join her household."

"I asked her what she meant and she said it was simple, she'd continue to pay me, but I'd live in the house full time, still providing training services for her, Tammy, and anyone else who lived here."

"I said sure, I'd love to and she looks at me a minute and then says that she'd want a bit more commitment than that. She'd want me to serve her as more than a trainer. Well, I was having a good time with Tammy, but I was really infatuated with Donna at the time, so I told her, I'd be honored."

"She smiled, took me by the hand, and led me into the den in the gym. She sat on the couch and asked me to kneel in front of her. When I did, she spread her legs and told me to show my appreciation of her by servicing her. She was wearing a body suit and when she spread her legs a seam in the suit exposed her pussy. I licked her like there was no tomorrow; I mean I put everything I had into her pussy through my mouth. I had her rolling on the couch in an orgasmic frenzy."

"When we were done she kissed me on the mouth and told me I was everything she hoped for in a slave. She told me to go home, pack my things and move into the house the next morning. Then we went into the house and she gave me my choice of rooms and a wad of cash."

"I raced home, packed my stuff, said good-bye to my roommate and showed up here the next morning. There was a note on the door to the gym telling me to leave my bags and go to the front door of the house."

"I went around front and knocked on the door, Donna answered herself, looking a total knockout and I went through the same ritual that you did when you first got here."

"I was here about a month when she told me about meeting you and her plans. Man, she played you like a flute, didn't she?"

"Yeah, I suppose she did," said Josh.

"Well, any regrets?" asked Jennifer.

Looking at himself, his genitals bound by his panties, in a short skirt, made up like a floozy, Josh paused to consider her question. Then remembering the night before and his moments at Donna's feet, tasting the sweet nectar of her juices, feeling the firm grip of her hand, he said,

"No regrets. None whatsoever."

"I didn't think so," said Jennifer smiling. They heard the click of heels and Tammy bounced back into the room.

"Hey, Donna said we could do whatever we want today. So, what's it going to be?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Well, if you're thinking about him fucking us, we've got a lot of work ahead of us," said Jennifer mischievously. "I drained him last night and he's got about a pound of herbs in his breakfast, as well as a shot of estrogen coming in half an hour."

"Bummer," said Tammy. "Well, let's play Barbie dolls with Josh here and if he rises to the occasion we'll pounce on him. Okay?"

Rachel arrived after breakfast with a woman in tow. She introduced Dr. Waters to Josh, Tammy, and Jennifer. The girls left Josh with the other two and told him to meet them in his room when he was finished.

 

 

Twenty-Two

Josh led Rachel and the doctor to the pool house, as the doctor wanted a well-lit area, with no distractions. She carried a typical black bag. Josh stood in the middle of the room and following the doctor's instructions he stripped naked. Rachel sat on one of the couches and watched.

Dr Waters went right to work, checking his heart and blood pressure, temperature and drawing some blood. She had him lie down on a massage table and did a rectal exam, checked for a hernia, and looked at his penis, and then probing with her fingers she looked at his breasts.

Seemingly satisfied she had him put his clothes back on and sit down on the couch beside Rachel. She pulled a chair around and sat before them.

"Well, Rachel, you're right," she said, smiling nicely for the first time. "He is a perfect candidate."

"Josh," she asked looking him in the eye. "Do you understand what Donna is expecting of you?"

"Well, yes," he answered. "She wants me to look like Rachel."

"I suppose that's right, in a simplistic way," answered the doctor. "But, I think we should really discuss what's involved and what the outcome will be, before we go any farther."

"You will literally give up your male psyche and body," she continued. "Through the use of hormones and herbs, exercise and training you will look more and more like a woman and, as importantly, you will begin to think like one too."

"All your physical and emotional training, so far, has been to behave as a man. That will all change now, and in short order the past twenty or so years of your life will become quite meaningless. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yeah, sure," said Josh.

"Good," said Dr. Waters, again smiling. Josh realized that, though she dressed conservatively, beneath her officious demeanor, she was quite beautiful. He imagined her long blonde hair, released from the ponytail holder, falling around her shoulders. He saw that her white robe covered a voluptuous figure, with firm, large breasts, a narrow waist, and perfect hips. Her legs were long and she was obviously in shape.

"As you've already started on the herbs and hormones, you have an idea about what they do to your body. Until now the doses have been relatively small, but I intend to increase them dramatically starting today."

"You'll feel a dramatic change internally, almost immediately. You will also notice that your beard will stop growing, your hair will grow rapidly, your breasts will swell and hurt, and your skin will soften."

"Generally we have to put in breast implants for a full figure, but sometimes I can give an injection directly into the mammary gland that will have immediate results. The advantage of the injection is that it eliminates any scars and if it works, you'll be bursting out all over the place in no time. I must tell you, however, that the injection itself is very painful and for a day or two after you'll be really uncomfortable."

"How long will the whole process take?" asked Josh.

"The process is really never-ending," answered the doctor. "You'll be taking herbs and hormones the rest of your life, but if the injection works and you respond the way I think you will, you'll be a knockout in a couple of weeks."

"Well, then let's try the injections, I suppose," said Josh.

The doctor shot a glance at Rachel,

"Josh, understand, that Donna and I have decided what procedure to follow," she said threateningly. "You have no say in this. Donna has led me to believe that I can expect your complete cooperation, but she has told me what she wants, how soon she wants it, and she's who I'm working for."

"Um, okay," said Josh contritely.

"Right, then," the doctor said, regaining her bedside manner. "Marie will be adding more girl juice, as I like to call it, to your food and I'm going to give you a couple of injections now. I'll come back every two days for more injections and, hopefully, in a week you'll come to my clinic for the breast injections."

She continued talking, while she removed a vial and syringe from her bag and stuck the needle in his arm,

"Jennifer and I have discussed your workouts, but you have no restrictions as far as other activities."

She pulled a second vial and syringe from her bag and stuck him a second time,

"There, I'll see you in a couple of days," she smiled at him, then packed her bag and stood to leave. "We should get going, Rachel."

"This is going to be fun," said Rachel to Josh. "There is a ton of training, so I'll come over tomorrow and we can get started. Have a good time with those two harlots this evening."

 

 

Twenty-three

Josh stayed in the poolroom, sitting on the couch for about half an hour, imagining that he felt the hormones and whatever else the doctor had pumped into him, flowing through his body. He noticed that his genitals had shrunk and felt odd, and he felt a wild itch in his asshole.

He went in the house to join Tammy and Jennifer, feeling a mix of elation and fear.

Marie was in the kitchen when he entered the house and handed him smoothie as soon as walked in. She told him that Donna was in her room and wanted to see him before he joined the girls.

He went there and knocked on her door, kneeling as he did so, as was the custom.

"Come in," he heard her call out. She was in the sitting area, on the couch, a phone at her ear when he opened the door. She continued to talk, but looked at him, smiled and pointed to the floor at her feet.

He knelt before her and kissed her feet. She ended the conversation and hung up the phone.

"How did it go with the doctor?" she asked.

"It went fine," said Josh.

"Good," she said. "Hopefully, the breast injections will work and we'll have you up to speed in no time. I may want to do some plastic surgery, but let's see how you look when you've thinned down a bit and the girl juice takes hold."

"I know you don't really have a choice," she said warmly, "But I want to thank you anyway, for what you’re going to go through

"Anything for you Donna," he said, meaning it.

"You're sweet," she said. "The girls are waiting for you in your room. Have fun this evening. Tomorrow will be a work day."

She picked up the phone and dialed a number, dismissing him in doing so.

Josh went to his room. He opened the door quietly and found Jennifer and Tammy locked in a torrid embrace on his bed. They were kissing each other passionately, each had a handful of the other's hair, and each had a couple of fingers buried in the others' pussy. Their groans and breathing filled the room.

Josh walked in and sat down in a chair by his dresser, watching them quietly. They stroked and probed each other’s pussies furiously, never relinquishing from their embrace and fencing tongues. They came together, shouting in elation.

He could see the shudders of orgasm as their noise subsided, still holding each other, kissing gently now. It was sometime before either of them was aware of his presence.

Jennifer looked up first, and smiled at him blushing,

"How long have you been there, lover?"

"Long enough," he said, with a smirk. "That was quite beautiful."

"Beautiful barely begins to describe it," purred Tammy. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," said Josh. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jennifer. Tammy reached across her lover and ran her hand along Josh's thigh.

"Let's do a makeover on you, shall we?" said Jennifer. They all got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Josh stripped down to panties and bra and washed his face. The girls began to apply makeup, accenting his cheeks and whoring up his eyes. They painted his lips a glossy red and fluffed his hair.

They painted his toe and finger nails red. Then they all went into the bedroom. Tammy sat on the bed admiring her work so far, while Jennifer pulled a black corset out of one of the dresser drawers, which they helped him put on.

Attached to the front and back of at the base of the corset was a piece of thin black elastic material. A sling and a sock were woven into the elastic band at Josh's genitals. Tammy guided his penis into the sock and then using her fingernails she tightened his small member in the sock and folded it back into the sling. She adjusted the elastic from behind him and pulled his cock into his balls and his entire genitalia into the cavity between his legs.

"This is a pussy maker," said Jennifer. She turned Josh around, so he could look at himself in the mirror. Sure enough there was no sign of his cock and balls, his crotch was flat, his scrotum puffing out on either side of the sling, just like pussy lips.

He pulled on a pair of French cut black lace panties. Then sitting on the bed he pulled on a pair of black nylons, attaching the tops to the garters that fell from the corset.

 

He put on a cocktail dress. It was padded to add to his bust and the skirt puffed out a bit to give him a more pronounced waist and hips. Tammy went to the closet and brought back a pair of high heels that matched the color of the dress.

"There," said Jennifer, admiring her work. "You are already a gorgeous woman. Now, walk the room for us and practice using those heels."

Josh did a model's walk from one end of the room to the other. He was a bit wobbly at first, but picked up the rhythm of walking on the balls of his feet quickly.

"Let's go out to dinner," said Jennifer.

"Can we?" asked Tammy, excitedly.

"Donna said, that if Josh looked good we could go anywhere we want," said Jennifer. "And, I think he looks like a knockout."

They went down to the kitchen to tell Marie. She was thrilled to see Josh dressed up.

"You look beautiful, darling," she said, calling Susan out of the pantry, she had Josh walk the length of the kitchen and give them all a better look.

"You can have a salad for dinner, Josh," then handing him a smoothie, she continued, "here drink this before you go."

He drank the sweet concoction, laced with herbs and hormones, slowly, careful not to smudge his lipstick. They all kissed Marie and Susan good-bye and left the house.

They went to an Italian restaurant in Santa Monica and had dinner, filled with cheerful banter, then took a walk on the Promenade. Both Tammy and Jennifer were dressed to excess, so the three of them made quite a sight. Josh caught men giving him the eye the entire walk.

"God, all those cocks, just dying to take us," sighed Tammy. "I need a good fuck so bad I can taste it."

Jennifer and Josh laughed, but neither could disagree with her. The more Josh thought about one of the young studs taking him to a hotel and fucking him, the more he flirted and walked the walk of a confident, beautiful young woman.

They returned to the car and drove home, Josh sitting between the other two in the front seat. Tammy drove and Jennifer took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Josh and run her hands over his breasts and stomach, down to his crotch. Through the material she found and rubbed the head of his cock, but his ass quivered thirsting for her probing fingers.

He returned her kisses and cupped her breast in his hand, pinching her nipple until it pointed through the thin material of her blouse. Tammy squirmed beside him, attempting to get satisfaction out of the leather seat of the car.

Donna's car was gone when they got home, so they went directly to Jennifer's room, which was adjacent to Tammy's. Josh realized that the decor was the same as his room and then remembering what Tammy's looked like he realized that they were all the same. True small, well-appointed slave cells, he thought.

Jennifer and Tammy pushed him down on the bed and covered his face with kisses, while their hands roamed his new body. Tammy scooted up onto the pillows, while Jennifer turned Josh over on his stomach and put his face in the other's snatch.

"Lick Tammy gently, lover," she whispered in his ear. She ran her fingernails up his nylon clad legs, pulled aside the panties and maneuvered around the elastic band, to find his anus with her finger.

She rubbed him softly, while he opened Tammy's pussy with his tongue. Jennifer worked her finger deeper into Josh, while Tammy pushed her pussy into his face and began to moan.

Cupping his left breast in her hand Jennifer pushed her finger inside of Josh as far as she could. He responded in kind by vigorously lapping at Tammy pussy.

The two rocked in rhythm for several minutes until Tammy came, her fluids bursting over Josh's face.

Josh reached behind him and pulled Jennifer down onto the bed, he pulled her skirt up and began to lick her, while Tammy kissed her on the mouth, the neck and the breasts. They were relentless in their pursuit of her orgasm, pushing her through one and then the other, before they collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"I've got to have a cock inside of me," said Tammy, from her spot beside Jennifer. She bent over and pulled down Josh's panties, undid the cock sock and pulled off the elastic, then took his penis in her mouth and began to suck.

Jennifer kissed him on the mouth and then began sucking on his nipples. He began to stir, so Tammy put a finger in his asshole and stroked his prostate and the base of his cock.

Between to the two of him, after many minutes of effort they got his cock rigid. Tammy slid up his body and settled her wet pussy down on his shaft, squeezing him tightly. Jennifer straddled his face and put her pussy down on his mouth. The two girls faced each other and began to kiss. Jennifer pulled and clawed at Tammy's blouse, taking her breasts out of her bra and running her hands over them, pinching her nipples hard.

They both rode Josh mercilessly. When Tammy had enough of his cock they switched places and began again to extract as much satisfaction from his as they possibly could. Finally what little testosterone was left in Josh's testicles erupted inside of Jennifer.

They again collapsed in a heap on the bed and soon fell asleep intertwined in each other's arms and legs.

When Donna came home an hour or so later, debating whether to take Tammy or Jennifer, or both to bed with her, she looked into all three rooms before finding her stable. They all wore such sweet expressions of happiness and satiation that she decided to forgo any late night sex and left them to dream peacefully.

 

 

Twenty-four

Jennifer as the first to stir the next morning, she awakened the others by giving them each a long kiss,

"Party's over, girls," she then announced. "Josh its time for you to get to work."

And, work was what it was for the next couple of weeks. His food was spare, his workouts long and focused. Dr. Waters returned every two days for an injection and Marie loaded his drinks with girl juice, feeding them to him morning, noon and night.

His skin softened, while his figure changed, his waist grew thin and his hips and bust grew. His face thinned in some area and softened in others, even his lips pouted.

The doctor gave him two weeks of hormone treatments to prepare for the mammary gland injections. Rachel picked him up and took him to the doctor's clinic on the day of reckoning.

He was taken immediately into an examining room and told to strip to the waist and lie down on the table. Rachel sat on a chair by his head.

"I wish she'd had this trick when I went through the transformation," said Rachel. "Don't get me wrong, I love my tits, but it's not the same having these implants sloshing around in there."

The doctor came in and said hello, a nurse followed her and laid out two big syringes, each filled with a clear liquid.

The doctor put on rubber gloves and then turned to Josh,

"This is going to hurt like hell, honey," she said. "And, I can't have you moving around, so hold onto the side of table and be still."

She felt around his right breast with her fingers, pushing hard into the bone and flesh until she found what she was looking for,

You've already grown quite nicely, I think that this is going to work." Then to the nurse, "Alice gives me a swab and then one of those syringes."

The nurse wiped clean an area around where the doctor’s finger held the gland and then handed the syringe over.

"Okay, here we go."

Josh held the table with his hands and braced himself. He felt the needle puncture his skin and move through his flesh. Then he felt the excruciating pain as it entered his gland. He held himself in position as the pain pounded through his body. Once the end of the needle was inside the gland, the doctor began to slowly depress the plunger of the syringe and put the fluid inside, intensifying the pain even more.

He was close to blacking out; when the doctor pulled the needle out and told him she was done with the right side. He relaxed a bit and took stock of his condition. He was dripping in sweat, his muscles ached, his head hurt and his right breast was still in agony.

"Do you want a few minutes to recover?" asked the doctor.

Through clenched teeth, Josh, said,

"No, let's get it over with."

Both doctor and nurse moved to the other side of the table and repeated the procedure. Josh did black out this time.

When he came to, only Rachel was left in the room. She was wiping his forehead with wet paper towel, cooing to him softly.

"There, there. It's all over. As soon as you're up to it, we can go home." She pushed the nurse call light and soon the doctor returned to the room.

"Hey, how are feeling?" she asked kindly.

"I hurt," said Josh, fighting back tears.

"You're a woman now, you know, you can cry all you want," said the doctor jokingly. Then more seriously, "If this works, you'll have tits sticking out all over the place in a few days. Leave them be for about a week. They'll be so tender that shouldn't be a concern. I've instructed Jennifer to lighten up on your workouts, mostly swimming and exercise that you can do on your back. Marie knows what changes are needed in your supplements and I've asked Donna to not include you in her games for at least a week."

"If you continue to feel a lot of pain after tomorrow, call, if you are at all concerned about anything call me," she said. "I've done this a few times now and haven't had any really bad problems, but I don't want to let anything get out of hand."

Josh thanked her and slowly sat up on the table. His breasts ached painfully, but, with help from Rachel, he pulled himself together and they left the clinic.

They drove home to the Palisades and Rachel put Josh to bed. He had difficulty falling asleep, but the rigors of the day eventually prevailed over the pain and he went into a deep slumber, not awakening until dawn the following day.

He took a long bath, climbed back into bed and rested until the rest of the household stirred.

Donna had nothing to do with him the past couple of weeks, seeming to prefer to wait for the finished product, rather than watch his change day to day. He was surprised when she was the first to come to check on him.

"How are you, darling" she asked.

"Pretty uncomfortable, Donna," he answered. "But, I'll be all right."

"Well, take it easy today," she said. "The girls will be in to pamper you in a few minutes and I'll check in on you later."

She left the room and soon Tammy and Jennifer came in to see him. They brought him tea and melon for breakfast.

"How was it?" asked Tammy.

"It hurt like hell," said Josh.

"I bet. Let me see them," she said, pulling down the covers and carefully unbuttoning his silk pajamas. Josh looked at his chest and was surprised to see that his breasts had literally grown overnight.

"Wow, those are beautiful knockers, lover," said Tammy. She reached out to touch them, causing Josh to howl in pain. "Oops, sorry. I guess they're still a bit tender."

They massaged his shoulders, arms and legs, fed him breakfast, then kissing him on the lips they went about their day, while Josh remained in bed.

He read, watched television, and relaxed through the morning and afternoon, all the while actually watching his breasts grow. Marie brought him a smoothie for lunch and Jennifer and Tammy sat with him while he ate a meager dinner. He fell asleep right after dinner and again slept through the night.

Feeling much better the next morning he showered, exploring his new breasts with his hands. They were still tender, but nothing like the day before. He found that his sensitivity was heightened and got himself quite excited playing with his breasts and nipples.

He began to dress, but found that the bras he'd been using were too small for his new breasts. Fortunately, Jennifer came into the room at that moment. She went down the hall to Donna's room, as her stature and build were fairly close to Josh. Donna gave her a bra to see him through the day and told her to take Josh shopping in the afternoon.

He pulled on Donna's bra, loving that his breasts now filled the same cups as hers had so many times. He wiggled into a pair of panties, some baggy shorts and a t-shirt. His hair had grown and when he brushed it out and put on some lipstick, he looked in the mirror and realized he was actually hot.

They went down to breakfast and then out to the gym for a light workout. At then end of which he went for a swim in the pool naked.

The water running over his breasts was scintillating and the weightlessness relieved some of the pressure and pain. He swam lazily for half an hour and then lounged in the water for another hour.

"Hey," shouted Jennifer from the door of the gym, "you're gonna get those nice new tits all wrinkled. Get the hell out of there!"

Josh went back to his room and showered off the chlorine then, exhausted, went back to bed and slept throughout the night.

 

 

Twenty-Five

Dawn was just breaking when Josh awakened the following morning, his breasts had swelled during the night, pulling the skin up from his waist and down from his neck. The result was a voluptuous upper body, a narrow waist and narrow hips.

He barely fit into Donna's bra, pulled a t-shirt that fit tightly across bust, revealing his belly button, and a pair of running shorts.

He went to the front gate to get the paper and then to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He enjoyed the quiet of the house for an hour or so, before Marie and Susan came in to start making the meals for the day.

"Stand up and let me see how you look, darling," said Marie. She was taken aback at Josh's development.

"You look wonderful!" she said. "How do they feel?"

"They still hurt a lot," answered Josh truthfully. "But they sure have grown, haven't they?"

"They've exploded!" said Susan. "I'd die for a set of knockers like yours."

Putting toast and coffee on a tray, Marie said,

"Here take this to Donna and show yourself off. She's going to be so pleased."

Josh carefully took the tray up to Donna's room, kneeling before the door as he knocked.

"Come in," said Donna sleepily.

She was lying in bed alone when Josh entered the room.

"Oh, my," she said smiling. "I've never known those injections to work so well. Take off your top so I can see them, darling."

He set the tray down on the bed across Donna's lap and pulled the t-shirt over his head. Then reached around behind his back to unclasp the bra. His breasts stood out gloriously.

"They're beautiful," said Donna. Patting the bed beside her, "Come sit down here with me."

Gently, she fondled his breasts, which were still incredibly painful to the touch. She twirled her finger around each nipple and delighted as they were aroused.

"I underestimated how much they'd grow, the girls are going to have to take you shopping today. Rachel will be over around ten and the four of you can go out together."

"You still have a lot of work ahead of you, Josh," she continued. "A big set of knockers is a nice start, but you're a long way from the slut I want you to be."

"Now, I want you to bathe me," she said.

This privilege had so far been denied Josh. He stood up and pulled the covers back, taking Donna's hand and helping her out of bed. She walked to the bathroom, and then ordering him to await her call she went into the bathroom alone and did her toilet.

"You may come in, now," she called through the door.

He drew the bath, dumping a generous amount of oil into the steaming water. Donna climbed and sank under the water. When she sat up Josh washed her hair, scrubbed her face, shaved her legs, and massaged her back and hands.

He held a towel for her as she climbed out of the tub and then dried her off. At which point Donna dismissed him.

"See Jennifer for your morning workout and ask her to call me," said Donna, turning to the mirror to apply her makeup.

Josh put his clothes back on and then went to the gym to find Jennifer already putting Tammy through her workout. They're eyes bulged at the sight of his chest.

"Wow," said Tammy. "Let me get a look at those babies!"

They both ran their hands over his bursting breasts and while Tammy sucked on his nipples, Jennifer called Donna.

"Donna says that as soon as Rachel gets here we can all go shopping!" she reported excitedly.

They set to their workouts, Josh focusing on his stomach and ass muscles, and then all three jumped into the pool for a quick swim.

They were just getting out when Rachel arrived. She too marveled at Josh's breasts.

"Get dressed, girls," said Rachel, "We're going shopping."

They went to their rooms, Rachel accompanying Josh to his. After he had showered she helped him with his make-up and hair and then she chose an outfit for him.

She pulled a pair of panties out of her purse and handed them to him,

"Here, these will keep your plumbing buried," she said. "Oh, and I heard that you were borrowing Donna's bras, so I brought you one of mine."

Josh put the garments on; both black lace, and was quite pleased with his look. Rachel handed him a short black loose mini-skirt and a loose fitting white blouse, and a belt for his clothes. She pulled a reasonably short pair of heels from his closet and then added dangling earrings and a silver necklace for jewelry.

She held him at arms length and then guided him as he slowly turned around.

"You look great," she said. "Let's go."

The other two women were waiting for them in the kitchen. Donna came into the room and handed Rachel three credit cards.

"I want to be able to show him off as a slut and a princess," she said evenly. "So buy lots of clothes and plenty of lingerie. Okay?"

"Sure, Donna," said Rachel.

"Thanks for helping me with him, Rachel," said Donna.

"It's my pleasure," said Rachel.

"Take the big car," Donna ordered them.

They left Donna standing in the kitchen and left the house.

Donna's demeanor had subdued both Jennifer and Tandy. They'd been excited by the shopping trip, but were now reminded that this was a job, and that in the past week Donna had been in a good mood and had allowed them freedom with each other, Josh, and even with Donna, but both knew that their mistress' attitude had changed and that their subservient roles were to again be reasserted.

Rachel, on the other hand, was enjoying the prospect of leading the others through the shops of Beverly Hills and West Hollywood. She didn't answer to Donna and her own mistress was very even in her disposition. She was always demanding, often cruel, and considered Rachel her property and little more.

She sat in the driver's seat of the big Mercedes, Josh sat beside her and Jennifer and Tammy occupied the rear seat.

Rachel fired up the engine, turned the radio station to rock and roll and blared the music. She turned to back the car out of the garage and saw the looks on the faces of the two girls in the back seat.

"What's the matter with you two?" she asked.

"Did you see the look in Donna's eye," asked Jennifer. Tammy nodded. "She's been real easy on us the past week or so, and very happy. She's back to her old self and there's going to be hell to pay. And, guess who's going to make the first payments?"

"Well, girls, you are living the slave's life, and while there may be certain residual benefits a slave is a slave," said Rachel tenderly. "We've got a day of total freedom, unlimited spending potential and a brand new pussy to dress up for the prom, so lighten up and let's have fun."

Realizing that she was right, the two began to relax. Josh on the other hand looked at the gates to Donna's estate and realized that for the first time he was going out in the world as a woman. He worried about meeting people he knew, he worried about being exposed as a transvestite in public and humiliated. He was now quite scared.

Rachel, sensing his fear, turned to Josh and said,

"Look, lover, I'm sure you're scared to death, but everything's going to be fine. The three of us will take care of you and most of the shops we're going to are familiar with our lifestyle. They know me and realize that I spend a lot of money at their stores and are very respectful. You have nothing to worry about."

"C'mon girls, let's party," she said gaily and then spinning the wheels on the car shot out the driveway and into the street.

 

 

Twenty-Five

They all relaxed, caught up in Rachel's good humor and began to talk gaily about the job at hand.

"I say we work our way from the inside out," said Rachel.

Jennifer and Tammy agreed, so they went to a lingerie store on La Cienega. It was actually more than a just a store for lacy underwear, trading in leathers, restrictive clothing, corsets, and all manner of whips, chokers, and paddles.

Rachel led the charge into the showroom and was immediately approached by two saleswomen.

 

"Darlings," said Rachel. "How are you? I've brought a new customer and need your undivided attention."

"Hi, Rachel," said one of the clerks, a petite redhead, with bountiful breasts bursting out of a black Victorian corset. She wore fishnet pantyhose and high-heeled pixie boots. "Who are we dressing?"

"My new girlfriend, here," said Rachel, gesturing at Josh. "Oh, dear. Donna hasn't named you yet, has she?"

Josh shook his head.

"No matter, we'll call her J, Steffie. Okay?" said Rachel. "A bit transparent, but she is sort of trans...if you know what I mean."

"No problem," said the redhead perkily. "What does she need?"

"Just a slew of undies," said Rachel. "We're still working on her figure, so corsets that bind are in order and her breasts have simply taken off, so some bras that will fit her now and maybe a couple to grow into, as well."

"Got it," said Steffie. "Let's go into the dressing lounge, shall we?"

They all followed the clerk into a back room, furnished with deep, soft couches and chairs. Two walls were lined with mirrors. Rings embedded in the ceiling gave Josh a clue that the room wasn't just used for trying on clothes. The clerk offered glasses of wine, which they all accepted.

Jennifer and Tammy sat together on the couch holding hands, while Rachel sat in an overstuffed chair. Josh stood in the middle of the room, feeling a pleasant mixture of foolishness and excitement.

Steffie left the room momentarily, returning with her arms filled with clothes. She laid them out on a coffee table.

"Why don't you guys pick out some things that you like and we'll have J try them," she said.

Rachel chose a few pair of lace underwear and some bras and then picked up a package with something vinyl in it that gave Josh pause.

He took his clothes off, again eliciting murmurs of appreciation for his well-endowed chest from his three partners in crime. He put on several pairs of underwear, some of which were approved by Rachel, others not, and a dozen or so bras. A second clerk folded and bagged the approved items and returned the others to the stockroom.

"Here try this," said Rachel, handing him the red vinyl garment she was holding. He stepped into the outfit, but became immediately lost in what to do, Rachel stood to help him.

She inserted the head of his penis in a rubber tube in the crotch of the garment and then helped him pull the material up over his hips. Then she stretched the collar over his head and put his breasts into the built-in bra.

"You can pee without taking this off," explained Rachel. The shiny, stretchy material fit his body like a glove. His waistline was pulled in and his breasts supported from below and thrust up.

"That's great," said Jennifer. "Turn around."

He obeyed showing off his ass, the thong back was buried in the crack of his ass, and his balls and cock were compressed and laid flat. Looking in the mirror he could see that the effect eliminated any sight of his genitals and the tight bodice gave him his first view of his own hips.

The outfit was a bright red, so Rachel ordered it, as well a black one and a white one.

Steffie made another trip to stockroom, returning with several slips, a few lace body suits, and some wilder outfits.

Next, he put on a black leather leotard. The crotch was a configuration of rings and straps. Again with Rachel's guidance he pulled the garment over his genitals. His balls were secured tightly and his penis, save the head shrouded, exposed tautly for all to see. His waist was cinched so that he could barely breathe and chrome rings encircled his aureole exposing his nipples. A choker was built into the outfit, when attached at the back of his neck pulled his breasts high up on his chest.

A leash could be attached to the ring around the head of his penis, or his nipples, or the collar. Steffie attached wrist cuffs, which could be clipped into a ring set at his lower back, pulling his arms back uncomfortably and thrusting his breasts forward.

"Wow, a pair of black high heels and I could play with you all night," said Rachel.

He modeled a black rubber bodysuit, which so delighted Rachel, Jennifer and Tammy that they each got one for themselves as well.

A few thousand dollars later they left the store, arranging for the immediate delivery of the purchases and carried on to a shoe store, where Rachel had him try and on and then bought several pairs of high pumps, leather pixie boots, and three shades of thigh high boots, also with incredibly high heels.

They lunched at an elegant restaurant on Rodeo Drive, before hitting the shops on that renowned road. His wardrobe grew to include dresses for every occasion, with hems that ran from the floor to the positively obscene, the latter being the more prevalent selection.

Their last stop was a beauty parlor, where they all received facials, makeovers and haircuts. Rachel had saved an item or two of carefully selected clothing as they shopped and took Josh into a back room of the salon to dress, before they headed home.

He reentered the main salon dressed in a loose fitting black see-through blouse, a short black mini-skirt, that showed what curves he had nicely and black high-heel pumps. Beneath his outfit he wore a corset that lifted his breasts and squeezed his waist, along with black panties that held his genitals flush against his groin and covered his ass and hips in French cut sensuality.

They walked to the car arm in and arm and took the scenic route through Beverly Hills and along Sunset back to the house.

 

Twenty-Six

Donna was waiting for them in the living room, when they got home. Her expression was stern. She thanked Rachel for her help in getting Josh a wardrobe, pointed to a bag on the couch that contained Rachel's purchases from the day, and told her that her mistress was expecting her at home.

Rachel picked up the bag, thanked the other three for their company, and then said to Donna,

"Thank you for the privilege of serving you. I hope you're satisfied and I'd be honored if you call on me again."

She bent to one knee and kissed Donna on the hand and then left. Donna nodded her acceptance of the salutation and then sat quietly until the door had closed.

"I take it you all had fun today," she said. Josh stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. He was excited by his day of shopping and had hoped to have a giggly night with the girls showing Donna all the different outfits they'd bought, but it was clear that Donna was in no mood for giggly exchanges.

Tammy and Jennifer had quickly dropped to the floor and were on either side of Donna, looking up at her, begging for mercy.

"On your hands and knees, slut," Donna ordered Josh harshly. "Turn around so I can see your ass!"

"I've relaxed the rules a bit too much around here, lately," she said. "You have each forgotten your place as my slaves in this house. Tonight I'm going to remind you."

"Go to your rooms and put on the clothes that are on your beds and then return here immediately."

They all rose and hurried off to their rooms.

Josh entered his room, saw the clothes laid out on the bed, but first checked the closet to marvel at his new wardrobe. His heartbeat hard and his cock, though limp, ached as he viewed the days' purchases hanging neatly in his closet.

He quickly undressed, showered, and then put on the clothes that Donna had chosen for him.

He pulled on the smallest of G-strings, the crotch was wide enough to press his balls flat in his crotch and a small tube covered in thin paper that showed it was sterilized was right where his penis would fit. He realized the purpose of the tube and removed the paper cover, inserting the tube inside his penis. Lubrication allowed it to slip in easily and once inside, the warmth of his body made it become more flexible. He pulled the strings up over his hips.

He put on the corset next, filling the bra portion with his breasts, the waist cinched at the front. He pulled it as tight as he could stand. Then, he pulled on black sheer stocking that ran to the top of his thighs and attached them to the garters that hung from the corset.

A wispy small black mini-skirt was the only outer clothing she'd left for him. He slipped into a pair of 6" high heel shiny black pumps and then fastened a black leather choker, with four rings attached, to his neck.

He went into the bathroom and tried the catheter, pleased with the ease with which he could pee.

As he left the room he noticed a black cotton cape hanging on the inside of the door. Not sure if he was meant to wear it, he put it over his arm and headed downstairs to join the others.

Donna was still alone, sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She didn't look up when he entered the room, but pointed to the couch. He sat, in silence and waited for the other two.

Momentarily Jennifer and Tammy came into the room. They both looked worried.

When they were all together, Donna rose, and said,

"Put on your capes and come with me."

She walked to the front door, opened it and went outside. A long black limo was waiting for them in the driveway. The driver held the door for Donna who sat in the back seat, she pointed to the seat facing her and they all sat down, Jennifer on the driver side, Josh on the passenger side, and Tammy in the middle.

Donna glared at them as they rode in silence through the Palisades and Brentwood, then on through Beverly Hills and into Hollywood. Half way down the Strip the driver turned left and climbed up a steep street that took them well above the city into the Hollywood Hills.

Up near the very top of the road they turned right into a driveway, gates swung open as the big car approached. They passed between some trees and then stopped before a huge white mansion.

The driver opened the door and Donna climbed out, followed by the other three.

From out of nowhere she produced three leashes, attaching one to each of their identical collars.

"Come," she said, walking toward the house, up the steps. The door opened as she stepped onto the porch. Two servants stood at either side of the door, both women. They wore sheer bodysuits, their genitals and nipples exposed and pierced, red collars around their necks. They bowed as Donna passed by them and shot glances at the other three.

It was a modern house and as they entered the living room they could see the entire city laid out before them through huge picture windows. The room was filled with people in varying stages of dress and undress. Rubber and vinyl was abundant. The room was packed with Mistresses and their slaves.

One woman was hanging by her wrists from the ceiling. She wore a rubber body suit that covered her from neck to toe, except for generous holes at the crotch, ass, and nipples. She was blindfolded and wore a red collar.

A mistress stood admiring her, her leash connected to a slave who was on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, his face buried in the hanging woman's pussy. The mistress held a short riding crop in other hand, which she used to arouse the woman's nipples.

The hostess was a large woman, dressed in a black evening dress, two Amazonian slaves on either side of her. She walked up to them and kissed Donna on both cheeks,

"Donna, darling, so glad you could make it."

"Thank you for having me, Tess," said Donna.

A waiter, dressed in the same bodysuit as the door slaves approached carrying a tray of champagne glasses. He offered one to Donna who took it, without acknowledging his presence.

She nodded to her three slaves that they may each also have a glass of the wine. The waiter bowed and offered them the tray.

They all turned their attention to the woman strung up in the middle of the room. She was groaning and spreading her legs to allow the man kneeling before her greater access to her pussy.

Tess said, "Don't let her have too much fun, Greta," to the mistress, whose slave was administering the woman.

Smiling devilishly, the woman let her crop fly across the woman side, smiled at Tess and said,

"Not to worry, darling."

Tess turned to Donna and said,

"Enjoy yourself, sweetheart. I need to mingle."

Donna spotted a friend across the room. She pulled roughly on their leashes and dragged them across the room behind her. The friend also had slaves on leashes standing behind her. The two women began to chat, completely ignoring their own and each other's chattel. Soon a couple of more women joined them, forming a crowd of people, most of whom stood silently while the four women talked.

Donna peeled away from the group and joined some other women, each sitting in large leather chairs. Donna sat in an available chair and joined the conversation. Following the lead of the other women's slaves, Jennifer, Tammy and Josh, sat on the floor at their mistress' feet.

While they were thus situated a disturbance arose in far reaches of the room. People moved to clear a path and then pulled into a circle. From their chairs and the floor, the group Donna was sitting with had a close up view of the spectacle.

Four women were wrangling a large man between them. They each held him in check by leashes, two attached to rings in a heavy leather collar; two attached two rings in a wide, leather belt. Each woman held a small bullwhip in their right hand, which they were each using liberally as he pulled and lunged in resistance.

His arms were shackled behind and his legs were hobbled. Chains attached to the hobbles and his belt prevented him from kicking. He was naked, except for the restraining equipment.

He was tall and muscular, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and powerful arms and legs. Welts scarred his body from the recent, as well as past, lashings. His nipples were pierced, with weights hanging from the piercing on delicate chains and his cock flopped in front of him as he thrashed about.

Tess came out of the crowd and stood before the man, though far enough away to remain from any harm.

"Ladies, we plucked this young stud from a gymnasium in a city far from here a few weeks ago, in anticipation of our little party," she said, addressing the room. "He's been kept isolated, stimulated, and stressed. Now he gets his reward. Would any of you ladies' like to volunteer one of your sluts?"

She looked right at Donna as she made her request. Josh had a terrible sinking feeling as he shot a glance at Tammy and Jennifer. The looks on their faces told him that Donna's promise to teach them a lesson had been well thought out and was about to be realized.

Donna simply nodded at Tess and then giving Tammy a kick with the point of her boot she offered her end of Tammy's leash to Tess.

Tammy stumbled as Tess yanked on the leash, pulling her toward the bound man. She fell to her knees in front of him. Tess growled,

"Warm him up, slut."

Tentatively Tammy crawled on her hands knees toward him, as he continued to struggle against the leashes that held him and the whips that bit into his flesh.

She raised her head and took his cock by the base. Sticking her tongue out she flicked it across the head on the rapidly engorging member.

"Squeeze his balls," ordered Tess.

Tammy ran her hand down the large shaft and cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

"Hard," shouted Tess, and then giving a nod to one of the women who controlled the man, a whip lashed across Tammy's back.

She tightened her grip on the man's balls until he screamed in pain and squirted a load of cum into her mouth. Tammy gasped and tried to swallow.

"Keep sucking on him, until he's hard again," said Tess, as another one of her slaves let her whip fly across Tammy's raised ass.

Tammy sucked for all she was worth, quickly bringing the manhood back to its flagpole stature.

Tess pulled on Tammy's leash, turning the young woman, so that she knelt facing Tess, her hands at the dominatrix' feet. Tess ran her hand along Tammy's face, gently, rubbing her thumb roughly across her lips,

 

"Nice job, Tammy," she said gently. Then to Donna, she said, "Shall we finish this, darling?"

Donna again nodded, this time digging her toe into Josh's side and exchanging his leash for Tammy's. She too petted Tammy, once the young slave was settled at her feet.

Tess pulled Josh as roughly as she had Tammy across the room. An ottoman was pushed out in front of the man and Tess paraded Josh like a high society woman in a dog show would display her pedigree hound around the piece of furniture. She ordered him to kneel and lay his body on the ottoman. His ass stuck up in the air before the stud.

"Take this slut in the ass, boy," Tess ordered the man.

He immediately dropped to his knees behind Josh, then one of the slaves holding him in check lifted Josh's skirt and pulled the thong from the crack of his ass, spreading his cheeks with her thumb and forefinger, while another slave reached down and took the stiff shaft and guided it to Josh's asshole.

Once he felt the opening with the head of his penis he buried to the hilt in one hard thrust deep inside Josh's bowels. Josh groaned with pleasure as the cock slid in and out of him, losing all control he pressed himself back into the captive and squeezed his anus around the cock. He gripped the sides of the ottoman and opened himself as wide as he could, feeling the spurts of cum as they shot deep inside.

 

He lay spent on the ottoman, as the controllers pulled the man off of him by the leashes. Josh began to rise, but Tess put the arch of her boot on the back of his neck, pinning him to the ottoman.

"Stay there!" she barked, "I'm sure some of my guests would like a view of your plundered ass."

There was a shuffling of feet, a rattling of chains, and the click of heels, as the crowd shifted themselves to view Josh from the rear.

"Donna?" said Tess.

He heard movement from Donna's direction and then saw Jennifer's shoe as she pass just within his view.

"Clean my boy's cock, slut," ordered Tess. While Jennifer licked clean the captive's cock of come and shit, Tess took a whip from one of the controllers and brought it across Josh's upraised, bare ass five or six times.

"Now," said Tess, to Jennifer. "Suck Donna's slut here clean."

Josh felt Jennifer's tongue as she began to lick around his ass. She then buried her face and puckering her lips began to suck the jism out of him, swallowing the fluids with relish, accented by the swish and slap of Tess's whip as it came lashing across her ass. Donna's promise to the three of them was fulfilled, as each had been forced to provide a sexual spectacle for the party, as well as receive severe discipline in the process.

Suddenly, Jennifer's face was jerked out of his ass and Tess's boot was removed from his neck. He was pulled harshly by the leash into a kneeling position and found himself side by side with Jennifer and Tammy. Tess stood before them, with Donna behind her.

"Thank our hostess appropriately, slaves," said Donna, with a wicked smile. They took turns bending forward and kissing the top of each of Tess's feet. Then, following Tammy's lead, each crawled forward and delivered the same homage to Donna.

Clearly pleased, Donna gathered together their leashes and led them proudly through the room, settling on a stool at a bar set up against a far wall. She ordered a drink from the slave, who served as bartender.

"You all performed very well, ladies," she said quietly to each of them. "Did you enjoy yourselves?"

They all nodded that they did. Then, looking Josh in the eye, she said,

"You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you, you little whore?"

"Um, yes, Mistress," said Josh, still feeling the burn in his nether regions.

"Yes, I thought so," said Donna. "Well, my young slut, I've got a pleasant surprise for you, as that is the case."

She reached for the collar around his neck, unbuckled it and turned it inside out, reattaching the leash. Now, instead of a black collar, Josh sported a bright vinyl red one. He looked at Donna inquisitively.

Smiling at him she purred,

"Look around the room, slut. You'll see that a few other honored slaves are also wearing their collars with the red side out. You'll notice that they are available to whomever wishes to use them, in any manner that pleases the user, without qualification."

"I'll take you off your leash in just a minute, so that you can circulate. You are to subject yourself unquestioningly to anyone who approaches you. The only limitation is that they can't take you off the grounds and must return you to me by the end of the party."

She slowly ran her hand the length of the leash and unbuckled him from her restraint. She placed a finger on his cheek and turned him toward the room, then slapped him hard on the ass with the handle of the leash, and said,

"Have fun."

He walked out into the crowd, knowing that every one knew what he had just gone through, and that everyone took in his red collar. He hadn't left his mistress for more than a few paces when a woman reached under his dress and rubbed his ass. He turned to see who it was and she immediately snapped a leash onto a ring in his collar.

"Come," she said. She led him through the crowd, drawing a smirking glance from a number of women and their slaves. She was tall, with long blonde hair, and a perfectly round ass. Covered in leather from neck to toe.

She led him from the main room of the party and down a hallway, entering the first room with a door open. The room had thick, plush carpeting, a four-post bed and a dressing table. Candles gave the room a soft glow.

She turned and sat on the bed and pointed to the floor at her feet. He knelt before her, whereupon she threw her right leg on his shoulder and opened herself to him. She pointed to her pussy and he bent his head and put his mouth between her legs. The material parted, allowing him access to her soft lips. He lapped her like a puppy dog and though she uttered no sound he knew that he brought her orgasm quickly and efficiently.

She dug the spike of her heel into his shoulder, pushing him back, and then she stood and led him out of the room and back to the party, whereupon she unleashed him and walked away, without saying another word.

He continued to walk among the crowd. A passing waiter offered him a glass of champagne and then another offered a tray filled with cocaine. He picked a straw from a glass on the tray, and filled both nostrils. He was instantly euphoric, dancing on his toes, ready for anything.

"Slave!" shouted a large woman, sitting on a couch. She was heavily made up, wearing a black tight fitting dress. Her thick thighs were parted, exposing nylons and garters and black panties, through a slit in which her pussy pushed toward him. Her massive breasts spilled out of the top of her dress and her alabaster skin contrasted blindly with the blackness of her apparel.

At her feet on either side of her were two stunning hunks, both with shoulder length blonde manes. They wore matching black leather riding chaps, studded collars, and wristbands. They were looking up at her adoringly, paying Josh little attention.

Josh walked toward her steadily, the cocaine releasing him from any inhibition or hesitation. He settled to his knees before her.

"My boys, here, loved watching that stud fuck you," she said with a smile.

Both men looked at him now. Josh was struck at how handsome they both were. He was astonished that so fat and ugly a woman would have such incredibly gorgeous men so infatuated with her. She stroked the man on her left's head while she talked.

"Jeremy had a hard-on that was hard to imagine, while he watched," she said. "I want you to relieve him."

Then to the man she was stroking, she said,

"Sit up on the couch with Momma, baby. Let's see what this slut knows about giving head."

Jeremy sat beside, taking her hand and kissing it gently as he moved. He looked smugly at Josh. His flaccid cock resting between his legs openly.

Josh shifted his attention from the woman to the hunk, taking in the massive member, which had a ring pierced through the skin on the underside of the head. He bent forward and rolled his tongue around the head, tasting the cold steel as he did so.

Slowly the cock began to swell. He licked the shaft, then gently took Jeremy's balls in his mouth one by one and sucked. Jeremy groaned, leaned into his mistress and rested his head on her immense bosom. He ran his hand through Josh's hair and guided him back to his cock.

Josh wrapped his mouth around the cock and began to run his lips up and down the shaft, continuing to swirl his tongue all over it as he did.

The penis felt delicious in his mouth, the faint traces of sperm that dribbled out delivered an exotic trace in his saliva. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation completely. Jeremy obviously received lots of phallic attention, for he was not quick to come, and seemed to enjoy every suck and lick that Josh gave him.

He'd been giving Jeremy head for some time, when he felt strong, soft hands run up his thighs, lifting the skirt. He assumed that the madam had ordered the matching stud to take him from behind. Josh shifted his knees and let his ass sway back and forth invitingly. Cocks at both ends, he thought. What more could a girl ask for?

The hands rubbed his ass, pulling the thong out of his crack and then a gently probing finger began to push into his asshole. The stud took his time. He wet his fingers with saliva, so that they went in easily. Josh settled into a rhythm of lust, sucking the cock in his mouth and pushing into the finger in his ass.

He was breathing hard through his nose, feeling the come in his still flaccid penis begin to ooze. His asshole ached for a long hard penis and his mouth was wet in anticipation of the come he knew Jeremy would eventually ejaculate. He spread his legs and wiggled his ass, invitingly.

"I think our little pussy, here, needs your cock inside of her, Troy," said the mistress coyly. "Do you need to be fucked again, sweet thing?"

"Take her gently, as I've taught you, buttercup," she said to Troy.

The finger was slowly pulled from his bowels; a lubricated cock was smoothly inserted. Troy was a lover with patience. Maddening patience. Josh wanted the shaft buried deeply and quickly, but his tormentor only gave him small increments at a time, adding saliva to the shaft with each slow, methodical thrust.

Josh shudder with excitement as the head of the cock gradually worked into his anal opening, he sucked and licked Jeremy with fury.

He felt like he'd been fucking for hours when Troy was finally buried completely inside of him. The three of them began to move and groan as one. Josh felt himself come again and again, while still continuing his attack on Jeremy's penis. Troy reached down with both hands and held Josh at the waist and began thrusting uncontrollably inside of him, coming in one long shot, while Jeremy unloaded his wad down his throat. Josh squeezed with his anus drawing every drop into his bowels and swallowed in gulps the sperm that shot into his mouth.

Troy pulled his rapidly demising dick out of Josh's posterior carefully, while Josh raised his head, giving Jeremy a last twirl of his tongue. Jeremy still had his head resting on his mistress breast, while Troy immediately sank back down at her feet, gazing at her.

"Thank you, dear," said the woman. "I may ask Donna if I can borrow you again sometime. I think now, though, that you should go to the ladies room and freshen up."

With that he was dismissed. The two men smiled at him appreciatively as he stood and turned to walk away. He was a bit wobbly as he walked through the room, ignoring the looks of the people he passed. He headed down the hallway where the blonde had originally led him and opened a door that looked like it might be a bathroom.

It was and it was empty. He looked in the mirror and saw that his lipstick was smeared. Using tissue he cleaned himself and saw an array of cosmetics on the counter, which he used to make himself look presentable. He straightened his hair, took a pee, and then put his clothes straight.

When he returned to the party most of the crowd was gathered around the woman he first saw when he entered the room. She was still hanging from rings in the ceiling. She looked completely drained, but yet another slave knelt before her licking her pussy, while one of the house slaves administered a whipping to her backside.

While he watched a tray of cocaine glided past on the hand of a waiter. Josh stopped the man and again filled each nostril with a large line.

Just then Tammy came up beside him,

"We're leaving, lover. Donna's waiting by the door."

He followed her from the room. Donna stood in the entryway, Jennifer beside her, with their capes over her arm.

Donna snapped the leash onto his collar and another to Tammy's, and then led them out the door and into the limousine. They sat as before and rode in silence through the Sunset Strip.

Once they entered the darkness of Beverly Hills, Donna said,

"I trust that each of you realized tonight that you are still my chattel?"

The each said yes. She held out her hand and they took turns kissing her and thanking her for the reminder.

"You performed admirably," she said. "I'm convinced by tonight that you know your place."

"How does it feel to be a slut, Josh?"

Thinking of his last encounter with Troy and Jeremy, Josh sighed,

"It's wonderful, Donna. Thank you for letting me serve you."

"You looked like you had an out of body experience with those two studs," said Tammy.

"More like in body," said Josh, still smiling.

 

 

Twenty-Seven

Weeks passed. Rachel, Tammy, and Jennifer put in lots of time with Josh. His figure became more voluptuous in the breasts and ass, and hard and thin in the waist. His face became soft and lovely, his lips full. His legs were long and toned. His walk was graceful.

His libido was unquenchable. He rarely was able to get a hard-on, but caresses on his breast and probing of his ass turned him into a raging harlot.

Donna's dominance ebbed and flowed. She'd assert her control over her stable in vicious and controlling manner one day, then be playful and loving the next. Josh learned to appreciate and worship her more each day. He could easily read her demeanor and adjusted his personality to reflect the slave she wanted for the moment. His sole desire in life became to please Donna.

He was every bit a woman, except for the dick that he carried between his legs. He could comfortably go out in society and draw stares and smiles as a gorgeous young feminine specimen. No one was ever the wiser.

His penis and balls were contrite enough to even allow him to wear a bikini, as long as it was tight in the crotch. One of his favorite past times was to lie on the sand at the beach beneath the bluffs upon which Donna's house stood, with Jennifer or Tammy, and attract a crowd of young male worshippers.

Donna encouraged most of their outings, admonishing them to only flirt. When they returned home, hot with lust, she would tease them in her bedroom, sometimes making them take turns bringing her to orgasm, only to leave them unsatisfied, or choose just one to take with her dildo, while the others were forced to watch.

Donna, also, enjoyed going out, sometimes with just one from her stable, sometimes with more. She would treat them to dinner, a movie, or a concert, always ending up in some trendy nightclub or bar, where they could dance and flirt.

It was only at parties thrown either by Donna or another of her dominatrix friends, that the girls, and that included Josh, would be allowed the chance for a real cock to slide inside them and pump their pussies and asses, until they came, and their suitors shot loads of cum inside them.

He was Donna’s pet. To do with as she pleased. He loved his life as much as he worshipped his Mistress, Donna. She would soon name him as a her, and she would likely ask him to sacrifice his final vestige of manhood. He in turn would luxuriate in her attention and do anything to please her.

 

 

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