Newlyweds

by Little Tom

 

I sat next to Debs on the plane. We left our wedding reception a few hours ago, and we're now on our long haul flight to paradise. Hell, life with Debs would always be paradise, but the local I'm sure would help. We'd chosen a remote part of the world where we could loose ourselves in each other.

Her head was bent over on my shoulder and I could feel her soft breathing. A twitching in my pants let me know that even after doing it in the cramped back room of the village hall as we changed to leave, doing it a grimy loo at the airport, and doing it just a half hour ago giggling in the airplane loo, she still could turn me on. It could wait though, let her sleep.

Debbie and I were what you would call childhood sweethearts. We'd known each other since we were kids, had started dating shortly after we both realised there really was something different about our bodies, had sex the first time by 15 and hadn't stopped since.

She was great, up for anything my warped little mind came up with, and believe me there was very few tricks left untried. With the help of a rubbished copy of the Karma Sutra found in a charity shop and various of the fashion mags she loved and lads mags I enjoyed, we knew and tried it all.

We were the same height; just under six foot, and fit each other perfectly. People often joked that we were twins, but there was no blood relationship that we knew of, not that it would have stopped us if it had.

So now we were finally married. We'd kept together through school, through uni, and now with both of us having jobs in the city in our pockets the world was our oyster. Content thinking about how good life was I drifted down into sleep beside her.

 

 

I came too in a panic, hurting. I felt groggy, like after a bad nights sleep. Suddenly I realised I was on my feet, being held up. I jerked fully awake to find my mouth held closed by some tape. I was firmly held on either side by two big bruisers. Opposite me Debs was being held the same way. She didn't seem hurt, but was nude, and her eyes shot fear.

A woman spoke, "Good, you're both awake." I turned all my attention to her. "We need to perform a little test to see if the two of you are suitable. First, you will feel cuffs around your neck. I suddenly noticed a weight, and looking a Debbie, saw a thin metal collar around her neck. "These are temporary assuming you work out. The cuffs provide obedience. Let me demonstrate." She pointed a remote control at Debbie, and suddenly my poor darling dear was spasmed in what looked like intense pain. I struggled, tried to get to her, but was held firm. I could barely move let alone fight these two.

Debbie went limp, but was still conscious. "And now you." She pointed the remote at me and suddenly my whole body felt like it was on fire, inside and out. It was easily the most intense pain I had ever felt in my entire life. It went on and on, but was probably only seconds, until it was just as suddenly gone.

I caught my breath. "You both needed to experience the pain to understand. Do you understand?" Debbie nodded, but I just looked at her dumbly. She just pointed the remote at Debs and shocked her for a couple seconds. Now I understood, and tried to say, to nod to convey my understanding with every inch of my body. She relented and let Debbie alone.

"Good. That is your first lesson. If you obey, life is easy and good. Indeed I think you will even find great pleasure in your servitude. If you disobey, the one you love will be punished. It is that simple. Do you understand."

We both looked at each other, but both immediately nodded. I would die for Debbie, watching her in pain was worse than feeling it myself. Far worse. If I had to walk through fire for her, I would. It sounded trite, but it was true. I loved her.

"Now, understand this. You now have no choices, must do as your told, not matter what. You are here on a whim to be trained as nice little fuck toys, that's all you need to know. Behave and life will be good, misbehave and there will be pain."

"We shall do the real tests now. You." She pointed to Debbie. "These two nice gentlemen are going to fuck you now. Relax and enjoy it or your husband will pay." She went stiff, and looked at me, then I saw that resolve on her face. Very little would stand in the way of my girl making a decision. She turned, and let her body relax. The men let her go, gently took the tape from her mouth. She didn't run, but then there was nowhere to run.

"Bobby, I love you. I'm doing this for y…"

My body jerked as a spike of pain was rammed down my back. Debbie stopped, horrified.

"No talking."

The woman walked over and slid a soft set of eye shades over Debs head. One of the men put a hand to her fine pert breast and slowly massaged it. The other came up behind and ran a hand down over her hip. Debbie shuddered, but didn't protest. I tried to struggle again, to get away and protect her, but I couldn't.

All I could do is watch in horror as the two men began to use their hands, then their mouths, then… God it was horrible, they fucked her. This woman whom I loved, who was the only one I'd ever had sex with and was sure had only had sex with me, let them. I know she did it to spare me pain, know we had no options, but it killed me. She also enjoyed it. I knew her completely, could tell she responded to their touch. Then, when one of the men gently bent her over, moved his cock up behind her, and entered her I could tell she came.

She was a rocket my girl, it was one of the many things I loved about her, she loved sex. I suppose what was so very awful was that it wasn't physically forced. They were gentle, were clearly trying to bring her on.

It nearly killed me.

The went on for a long time, taking turns with her pussy, her mouth. I knew how good her blow jobs where and she gave them good ones. I know, they said. The worst was a moment when the woman came over and lifted my hard cock.

It was like a punch to the stomach. I hadn't noticed, but I was hard. How could I be hard watching two men rape my wife? "This is an excellent sign. Your husband is hard. He enjoys your pleasure. This will make your new life so much better." The woman turned and left me to my shame.

Then it was over, they were done.

Debs, limp, was lifted, the eye shades taken off. We looked at each other, and she blushed deeply, turning away. I longed to tell her it was all right, that I understood, that I loved her, but my mouth was covered.

"Now, your turn. Do you love your wife?" I nodded, eagerly. "Would you do anything for her?" I nodded again, puzzled and worried. "Then go to your knees and give either of these men a blow job."

I stopped, stunned and my arms where let go. I stood motionless, staring at her, until she lifted the remote towards Debbie.

With a muffled shout I held up my hand to stop her, and was grabbed again hard as she punished my poor dear girl. It stopped and I went limp. A feeling of complete helplessness filled me. I would walk through fire for her, would fight for her, but I'd never thought I'd have to be a fag for her.

I dropped to my knees with a sob, and twitched when the tape was so gently removed from my mouth. I couldn't look at any one, only had a long black cock centred in my sight. I could barely control my trembling as I lifted my hands. Barely believing what was happening I touched another man's cock for the first time, lifted it, and…

blackness

 

I dreamed dreams of pain and fear and love

 

"Baby? Baby are you awake?"

I was having a pleasant dream of Debs and I having dinner on a beach. For a second I couldn't be entirely sure which was the dream and which reality, but with a groan I opened my eyes.

I started a bit to see a face close by that I didn't recognise. Then the woman spoke with Debs voice and the face clicked into focus. It was Debbie, but changed. The eye brows were thinned, her eyes exotically made up, the nose looked smaller, smoother. My Debs has a bump from a break when she fell off her bike on a trip in our teens. I loved that bump. Her lips were plump and sensual, her chin shaped a bit different. Yet it was my Debbie. I knew from the eyes, she could have a completely different face and I'd know her from her eyes.

Right now they were filled with worry, and love, and something I didn't quite recognize.

"Where…"

Her finger touched my lips, "Shhh, you're not allowed to talk. I'll be able to tell you more soon, but first I have to… introduce you to your body. They've changed you Candy."

"Can…"

"Shhh!" She looked stern. I knew that look, it didn't brook argument. "Remember what happened!" It all came flooding back, the punishment, her rape, my… shame. "Your name is Candy now. Right now you need to relax, and to be quiet. This is both to let you know what changed and to, well, test things out. She wants to know how much training you'll need. It won't be bad, I promise, but… Oh… just relax." She stroked a cheek and briefly kissed me. Then her beloved face disappeared.

My head was strapped down and there was some sort of board around my neck so I couldn't see down. I felt some movement, then a wet soft lick to a nipple.

It sent a soft wave through my body, making me shiver. It was a shock on multiple levels. My nipples had never been particularly sensitive. Debbie liked playing with them, but it never did much for me, and frankly was a little off putting. Nipples on a guy had always seems a bit weird to me, redundant. Gays played with each other's nipples not a man and his girl.

She licked again, and I struggled to understand the sensation. It felt good, but wrong, different. It was like it was in the wrong place and swollen or something. Then she softly sucked and I heard the breath leave my body. For a while that's all she did, lick then suck, first one, then the other. I tried to figure it out, but it was a bit hard to think.

Finally one of her hands touched me, low on my ribs. Slowly she trailed her fingers and nails upwards. Nails? Debbie didn't like long nails, she said they got in the way. Well, she had them now. My mind kind of disconnected then, not understanding the sensations. Her fingers should have kept going flat, but they cupped.

"Fuck, I've got…"

"Ahhhh." Her face appears, she grimaced in a rictus of pain. "Harry, don't…"

A bolt of pain seared through my body. I felt myself arch, every fibre of my body on fire. Then it was gone, and Debs relaxed as well. "See?" I did, if I needed a reminder of that horrible couple of hours, that slammed it home. "I'm sorry darling, I have to gag you if you can't be quiet. Please just…" Her hands lifted something that made my eyes goggle.

In her soft delicate hand, long nails painted a bright red, was a thing that for a moment I didn't quite understand. It looked like a short thick cock, but had a oval on one end and straps. "Open your mouth baby. No! Don't say anything." I went still and thought fast, but what could I do?

Nothing.

Deeply ashamed at having my wife put such a thing in my mouth I opened up. Somehow I would figure out how to get back in control, but right now there where no options. She slowly inserted the awful thing in my mouth. It tasted of cherry, but that didn't help the horrid thought of having a rubber cock fill my mouth. Debs quickly strapped the thing down, then stroked my cheek. I lay there, still tingling from the aftershock of pain, confused.

She disappeared again, and I felt her hands softly cup my chest. What the hell was going on? Why did I have breasts? What sort of weird freak thought of putting tits on a guy? Then she squeezed gently and I felt a bolt of electric pleasure hit me. I didn't understand it at all, but heard a groan and realised it was me.

Debbie kept at it, using her hands and mouth on my new chest. I writhed in my bonds, trying to make sense of the feelings, but failed. It was so foreign, I had no reference for the sensation of these things on my chest being handled, yet I couldn't deny the sensations flooding through me. Sometimes she was gentle, sometimes rough.

She kept on and on for what felt like hours. I started crying, sobbing, wanting to beg her to stop or maybe beg her to continue. It felt so good, but it was torture, like needing to cum, but not being able to. Then she just stopped and her head re-appeared.

"Have you cum?" I shook my head. "She said you probably wouldn't. I wish you had, because it means you'll need to be trained. The training is… hard." Her face looked haunted, but also longing. What had happened to her? It also made me wonder how long I'd been out.

"Relax again, I won't hurt you, but this is going to be… weird." I lost her again, then felt nails trail down my belly. Fingers encircled my cock and relief flooded through me. I was stroked and it felt wonderful. Her other hands joined, then slid downwards. I liked it when she played with my balls. Was I going to get a blow job?

But… when her hand should have met the soft sacks bellow, then was nothing. I began to panic, then my mind kind of disconnected. Her fingers probed then parted folds of skin. She started slowly massaging something that made my body buck, then a finger pushed…

God, what had they done to me? I felt her move between my legs, her hips brushing my inner thigh. Her fingers pulled those folds apart, then something cold and hard pushed up against me. It… moved inside.

I was sobbing, crying desperate to talk, but gagged. I felt her hips move forward and something… push deep inside me. "Oh baby, this is so good. I've got a dildo inside me too, and... Oh god, eveyr move I make… oh… fucks us both."

The board around my neck was pulled away, and Debbie, lay down on top of me. She was gorgeous, her tits huge. They pressed down on the mounds on my own chest as her hips ground against me. I didn't understand any of this. The sensations were overwhelming. It built and built as Debbie kissed and licked my face, until…

 

I lay on the soft mattress, wide awake. Debs was curled up behind me, softly breathing into my neck. I felt the soft clinging fabric of the bra and knickers caressing my body and sobbed, just once. More wasn't allowed.

My… cock… was carefully pushed up into my body. When retracted like that my… pussy… just looked like it had bigger puffier lips. My breasts where huge, "E" cups though that made little sense to me. Debs where the same size, in fact our two bodies where somehow sculpted to the same shape in all dimensions.

Debbie had slowly and carefully told me what had been done. She's been awake for longer than me, her changes being less than mine. I could tell it had been a hard lonely time, though she brushed it off. It had mostly been spent learning girly things she had never paid much attention to like make up and cloths. She said she would have to teach me everything she learned.

I was a girl. It kept hammering inside my brain. I was a girl yet I wasn't. I didn't feel like one inside my brain, yet if I looked in one of the many big mirrors an incredibly sexy body looked back at me. Bruised, and a bit angular, but so sexy. What had they done?

 

"No! Move your feet one in front of the other. How many times do I have to tell you?"

I wanted to break down in tears, but dare not. We'd been practicing all morning, had been practicing for days. I think I was getting worse. Poor Debbie had been punished twice already and I could feel the fear and irritation in her voice. I stopped, took a deep breath and started walking again.

The relief in her voice spoke volumes, "Better…"

 

I lay in the box, unable to move, unable to feel, unable to hear. The damn thing was built in a soft fabric and foam, exactly fitted to the shape of my body. Heated to body temperature it was an isolation box, leaving me no sensation. I don't know how long I'd been suspended this time, long enough that my mind felt like it was about to crack.

Then there was a soft wash of air against my breasts. Relief flooded through me, I was going to get another chance. Though I know it was warped I was desperate. I took slow deep breaths as the little biofeedback gauge lit up.

"OK baby, just relax and let it grow." Debs mouth encircled a nipple as her hand clasped the other breast. Oh, to have any sensation was amazing, to have this was heaven. I relaxed and just let it washed over me. She wasn't gentle, her fingers grasped and pinched, but I felt it build.

I cleared my mind, let it wash over me, let it build. Then, oh god, my body tensed and I felt an orgasm blast through me. It wasn't like a cum from my cock, but god was it good.

"Oh darling! Oh baby, well done! I'm so proud of you!" Proud? I just had an orgasm from my tits. As the sensation leaked from me, the depression settled back in.

It was nothing to be proud about. "Now again…"

 

"Try her again."

The woman's voice, our trainer, our demon, filled the room. I quickly finished doing up the clasp of the suspenders and hurried over to Debbie's training box. She's been in there for hours, and I felt deeply for her, knowing what it was like. I also felt the echo of pain from her last failure. I had to make this work for her for both our sakes.

I carefully oiled the dildo, and stopped for a second. Here I was oiling and stroking a long thick cock shape, and I had been thinking about how better to do up my suspenders. Damn them, I felt my mind changing. Not long ago at all I would never have dreamed of touching such a realistic dildo, and suspenders?

Sighing I flipped open the hatch of her box. Debs perfect derriere showed. "OK dear, just relax." I carefully spread her cheeks and moved the dildo forward. I had to admit the sight of the cock head pushing against her ass, opening it, and sliding it was a bit of a turn on. I'd much rather it was my own cock, but I wasn't allowed to penetrate her. Yet a light tingle grew in my tits, my groin felt warm, moist as different flesh engorged and puffed up.

Slowly I began to fuck the thing in and out of her ass. I watched the biofeedback monitor to see how I could optimise the sensations for her, and was hopeful as I saw an orgasm build. Would she cum from this ass fuck this time?

 

I was kneeling in front of Debs, she was naked bar the dildo knickers. The obscene thing jutted out in front of her. I was in a tight black dress, my hands cuffed behind my back. "Lets try again shall we?"

She ran her hands through my hair, now grown back out to shoulder length, and I opened my lips. I hated this, hated it with a passion, but… I felt the length slide down my tongue, starting to fill my throat. Using every bit of training I relaxed my throat and prayed I wouldn't gag. It slid deeper, then deeper, until Debbie's crotch brushed against my nose.

"Oh darling, well done! What a star." She slid it out a few inches, then back in. "Oh yes…" I heard the lust in her voice. I didn't always understand how things like this turned her on, but they did. I'd been afraid to ask.

 

In the darkened room, trance music booming I looked over at Debbie. She was dressed in a white bra and white micro mini. Dancing with her wrists crossed above her head, eyes closed, my body tingled with lust. I loved clubbing with her, and looking at her just then, the enhanced Debs, I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Right then there was nothing I could do about it. So I closed my eyes and tried to loose myself in the music like she did. It wasn't easy, I still had to concentrate on my moves. They were different from what I used to do. Yet somewhere along the line I did. I just danced.

Eventually I opened my eyes to see Debbie watching me. Her face had this mix of amazement and lust. My mouth went dry and I felt my face heat in embarrassment. How could she want me like this? All my feelings of freakishness and self disgust bubbled up.

She danced over, pulled me by the hips, and held me while we danced. We couldn't stop, we hadn't been told, but we could dance together. It helped, a bit, yet her breasts rubbing against mine, her scent in my nose, her hands moving over me, was very distracting.

Together in the music, we lost ourselves in another way. A way we could never have with me as I was. A small small part of me admitted not all about this was bad. So long as we had each other, and loved each other I could survive.

 

I was dressed in a bra, thong, soft shorty T, and a very micro skirt walking and bending over, walking and bending over. There were four possible bending moves all designed to display and show off you ass. Debbie was sitting doing her hair.

She turned to me, and grinned. "Looking good hot stuff. Come here."

I walked over and couldn't stop a smile as her hands slid up under my skirt. My knickers where pulled down, and like a Cheshire cat all that remained was her grin as her head slipped up under my skirt.

I sighed and clutched at her as a soft tongue probed my new lips down there. God, this was good. I really understood lesbians now, they knew what to do to each other. God.

 

"Erect." I was in the box, and on hearing her voice easily let the blood flow and make my cock hard. In reward I was stroked and twitched as her soft hands stroked me and she used a vibrator to tease me. I longed for one of her blow jobs, but it wasn't allowed. She kept it up for a long long time, and in the opposite of other training I made sure I didn't ejaculate. I came, oh that was easy, two orgasms ripped through me, but I didn't ejaculate. Just as the third was building, "Slacken."

Getting the word at a time like this was like getting punched in the stomach, but I took a deep breath, and let my cock go soft. "Good girl… and erect."

I stood holding two bras. One a pink satin, one a deeper red lace. Biting my lip I held up first one, then another against me as I looked in the mirror. With a start I went over the thought that had been in my mind. Always before when looking at cloths I'd tried to think of what would look good on Debbie, what would turn me on. Just then, for that moment I'd been going over which would look good on me!

My tongue slowly circled her clit, a finger sliding in and out of her pussy, my thumb in her ass. I knew just how to please her, always had though the ass thing was new. I had my eyes closed and fantasised that I was getting her wet and ready, that any minute I'd slide up her body, then plunge my cock hard and fast into her pussy.

She was close, and suddenly her legs clamped my head hard. She screamed in a good one, then I slowly slid up her. My fantasy melted away as my breasts brushed against her damp crotch, then slid on her belly.

"Mmm, nice. I know what you want though." Her hands gently manoeuvred me on my back. I saw her reach for something.

"No, please…"

"Come on, I know you want it." She slowly circled the tip of the dildo around my belly button. "Open up you little slut," I hated it when she talked like that, but we had to. "Open your legs…" She climbed between then and the tip slid downwards. I couldn't help myself as my hips arched up and the damn thing started to slide inside. Why did it have to feel so good?

This wasn't my fantasy, this was a nightmare, yet I couldn't deny the sensations of the cock sliding in and out of me. Just as it was getting good Debbie pulled it out. I opened my eyes and saw her grinning ferally at me. Somehow she'd got one strapped on, and was lowering herself on top of me, a new dildo pushing at my lips.

Her breasts crushed mine, her lips brushed my mouth. "Oh baby, this is soooo good." Her hands pushed my own back onto the bed, it was a rule that she had to hold me down. I wept, unsure if it was in joy or humiliation or both. Debbie licked at the tears.

 

I sat back, satisfied and pleased with myself. My makeup was just right, and the first time too. Debbie appeared at my shoulder. She was nude and had a light sheen of sweat from working out in the gym corner of our room. Her hand stroked my hair. "Hello gorgeous. You look good! How about we make that lipstick messy?"

I turned on the stool, grinning and slid to my knees. As I moved my face to her sweet pussy I paused, for just a moment. I had just been pleased at making myself look good, had felt a small thrill at her compliment and was about to eat her out from my knees. God help me!

 

I was on my knees, a long dildo was on its stable trellis in front of me. It was time for my blow job practice. As I was about to bend forward I felt that pulse of horny in my belly. It was that pulse that I often felt when I looked at Debs. It was that deep desire that usually accompanied a hard on. Yet here I was on my knees in front of a fake cock and feeling it. What was happening to me?

 

"All right, lets try a knee trembler." Debbie is nude bar the obscene dildo knickers. I pause, but slide out of my knickers, wiggling my bottom side to side as taught and trained time after time after time. Our session at the moment is positions. Debbie is having to work me through a variety of ways of being fucked. I don't like it.

"OK baby, up against the wall." I obediently back myself up, bending a knee and resting a foot backwards. She comes up and strokes me down to my waist. I find my hands lifted, wrists crossed above my head. "You always liked this way. Did it make you feel in control?"

Debs like reminiscing about our time as a proper boy and girl. I didn't, especially when she was about to remake a scene with me as her. Her free hands slid down my belly and tickled between my legs. I shivered.

"Tell me you want it."

"Debbie, no."

Her finger started slowly and insistently on me down there. "Tell me."

I bit my lip and turned my face. I felt so vulnerable and out of control. "I don't… I

really… oh god…"

"Say it."

"Please don't Debs, please."

She stepped forward and slid the tip of the oily dildo down my belly. "You know you want it, so…" The tip slid in and I groaned as we both watched it sink inside me.

 

We lay spooned up against each other, Debbie behind, my head on her arm, her free hand idly tweaking one of my nipples. I gathered my courage, I had to know.

"Debs, do you like this?"

"Oh baby…" For a while she was silent. "You know I would never in a million years have wished this on us. But…" God I hated hearing that but. "You have to admit, its pretty sexy. I love you so much knowing you've done this for me." Her hand cupped a tit, making clear what "this" was. "And come on, you know you love it too."

"I don't really."

Her voice was scathing, "Come on, yes you do." Her hand clutched my tit hard, sending bright sparks into my brain. "You don't like that?"

"Yes… but I hate that I like it…"

Mistress' voice boomed out. "Fuck him, he needs reminding."

"Baby, turn over."

I went on my belly obediently. I'd long ago given up not doing what I was told. My bottom was slapped, "Present silly." The slap was hard and firm, not playful. I'd been punished many times before she was able to spank me firmly. Now, it was second nature.

Biting my lip I went on my knees, bowing my back. I remembered seeing pictures of girls like this and thinking it was so sexy. Hell, I'd got Debbie into this pose many a time. Never did I realise how vulnerable it was, how wide open it made you. I didn't understand why that thrilled her.

Debbie shifted between my spread knees, she'd quickly got on a pair of dildo pants. "Going to tell me you don't like this you little pillow biter?" This tip slowly circled my ass, making me shiver. She pushed it in, just a bit. "You always wanted to do a threesome, I just never imagined it was so you could be the one who got fucked." Her hands slowly dug into my hips as the cock pushed into my ass. "That's so beautiful, god…" Her voice was soft, full of lust.

"Debs, I don't like it, but I do it…"

As she slowly pushed in, she stroked one cheek, "No baby, you love it even if you do it for me." Touching bottom, the cock slowly pulled out, making me shiver again. "And god help me, I love it too." The last was soft, barely audible, but I heard it.

A little later, both of us spent, we were spooned up against each other. I'd had a hard painful cum, ass fuck's usually wear. It was pleasure, but not as I'd known it. My mind seemed to be rewiring, mixing pleasure with pain. Debbie again was idly twiddling one of my nipples, making me shift in response.

"See, you do love it."

I kept my voice as soft as I could, "No."

Her head moved up to my ear, "I know, but you have to learn." Her voice strengthened, "You have to be my little fag, my cocksucker, my bitch." One leg hooked over my hip, her pussy pressing into one of my now soft cheeks. A finger stroked my lips. "One day a real cock will push in here. You'll suck him hard, then fuck him. Oh god, you'll fuck him. You'll do it for me, you'll become a homo for me, will love it, for me… God!" She came, relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I lay awake for a long long time. She was right, and wrong. I would do it, maybe even find pleasure in it, but I'd never like it. She seemed to, this was twisting her in ways I couldn't fathom, but I still loved her. I had to, otherwise all this was for nothing.

 

"OK Candy, the scenario. You're about to go out on a big date with a boy to his high school dance. We want sophisticated, but slutty. You know he's going to pull, he knows he's going to pull and you want it to be as good for him as it can be. Got it?"

Debbie looked up from where she practiced deep throating a dildo. She grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back, and turned to our wardrobes. My mind rifled through my past. Teenage boy, sex mad, likely has tons of dirty mags. Lingerie key, and something overtop that won't get in the way. I riffled through drawers, and dithered between a green bustier and a red corset, holding first one, then the other up to my body.

God this was hard.

"Red, definitely the red, it compliments your skin." Debbie paused for a moment to chirp up, then went back to bobbing up and down on the long cock. Yes, the red. Next there were three options of knickers, a thong, a small silk bikini cut and a slightly larger silk and lace g-string. "Go for the lace, if he can see his hand groping inside it'll be a turn on." I remembered early on finding Debbie in something similar and remembering the thrill of looking at my hand busy down there. God.

Then the dress. I had a number of options, then settled on a mid thigh strapless dress. It was made out of a few layers of a diaphones red patterned silk. Slipping it on I was a bit worried about my tits. The corset was cupless, and though the dress was under wired and tight, my nipples would clearly poke through if they got hard. I slid into stockings and heels, then sat down and did up matching make up.

"There." I stood and looked in the mirror. Fuck the reflection was sexy. That couldn't be me could it? That girl had long blond hair, perfect almost invisible make up and a fuck me dress on with a figure to do it justice. Debbie came up and gave me a squeeze.

"Cool."

"Now," The woman's voice spoke up. "A bit of a change." A door opened and two bruisers in short robes strolled in. "Candy, you're going out on a date tonight. With a boy, who though is very keen and ready, is a virgin. You're going to a dance with him and will show him a very good time indeed."

"We'll be tracking you of course, and can punish you or make you unconscious in an instant. Of course Debbie will be staying here. Be good and show your boy a good time and for every cum he gets, Debbie gets one from each of the men. Be naughty and she will be punished of course. If you actually surprise us and run away, she'll be killed. Understand?"

I felt weak, my reflection had gone pale. The two guys had gone to Debbie and started caressing her. I nodded, and weakly smiled at my wife who was looking both hungry and scared at the man behind her who's cock was rubbing in her ass crack.

The door was open, and a woman in a drivers uniform stood there. She was holding out an eye mask. Feeling like I was walking to my doom I strode over to her, feeling my ass move in the soft silk, the stockings rubbing together. This was madness, I was a man, that was my wife.

I took the eye mask.

 

The car was stopped in an elegant part of town. I'd had the mask off for a while now, looking out a life that was going on so normally. How had we got back here? I'd no notion at all we were in London, but we had to be, or at least nearby.

A door opened in a Georgian townhouse. Out stepped a tall, fairly well built kid. A man behind him slapped his back and then closed the door. I debated how to sit, and ended up all formal on the edge of the seat, hands primly on my knees.

He got in, and slumped into the wide seat beside me. He had this shit eating grin on his face, like it was Christmas and New Years and all good things combined. "So, you're my birthday present?" I smiled weakly and nodded. "Much better than what dad promised. I'd never have known. You're hot!" At his compliment I felt a little giddy rush. Immediately I wondered what wrong with me? A boys offhand compliment effecting me? Also, I didn't like his words, did he know what I really was? "So, like you'll do anything I want, no matter how freaky?"

I bit my lip, but what else could I say, "Yes."

"Cool." For a moment his eyes moved up and down me, and I understood now how girls said some guys undressed you with their eyes. "So if I said to get your tits out?"

I paused, then reached up and peeled the cup of the dress down one side, slowly, watching him for hints. It was what he wanted all right. If anything his grin got wider. "Fuck, they're better than a fucking picture." I got one of those giddy happy rushes again. It scared me a bit, me getting al tingles over a young boy ogling and complimenting my unwanted tits. "And if I wanted to touch them?"

Again I paused, but then I reached over for his hand and lifted it to my tit. He squeezed, I gasped. I didn't want to, but all that training, time and time again having to respond to any touch or else be subjected to… nothing. "Like that huh?" I bit my lip, but nodded. It was only partially true, but this wasn't about truth.

"Fantastic. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on some titty. Now, let me get this straight, this is your first time with a guy?" I nodded, not quite able to meet his eyes. "But you've done it a lot with girls and you know what to do?" I gasped in reaction to his hands, but nodded again. "I'm not sure I believe you're a guy."

I looked up in shock, he knew! "I… yes, I am."

Getting bolder he reached over and pulled down the other side of my dress, his hands squeezing and moulding, my nipples being rubbed and pinched. "Oh… oh…" I couldn't help it.

"Yeah, family rules. I can't have a woman until I'm married. All the men in my family get supplied with compliant t-girls once we're old enough. This is very cool. Way better than I thought. You're fucking gorgeous." Another tingly rush. "And like you'll really do anything I want?" I nodded. One of his hands went up and pulled my head towards him.

Oh fuck, he wanted to kiss. I'd only ever kissed Debbie, and now this? What could I do? As our lips touched, I opened mine to his probing tongue. He was still mauling one breast. God damn it, I was getting even more horny! How could this happen, how could I get turned on from kissing a guy? Part of my mind was revolted, but my body was responding.

In the back of my mind I heard Debbie's voice, "Remember, get a guys hand up your skirt and he's yours." She'd done that to me my love. As I lifted this boys hand onto my leg, I remembered putting my hand on hers for the first time, the thrill of slidding it upwards, the touch of soft flesh, the secret joy of finding knicker.

I shuddered in an involuntary orgasm as his fingers brushed over the tops of the stockings to bare flesh. Oh god, I didn't want this. His hand cupped me there, his fingers crudely feeling me through the thin fabric. He was rough, fumbling, impatient, but got his hand inside and touched me. I came again.

"Fuck you're hot! Jesus, blow me!" Our eyes where inches apart, it was clear that was all the foreplay I was going to get. All the build up drained away. It was show time. I could run away now, and "save myself", or I could do it and know that in reward my wife would get fucked, but live. What a choice!

Biting my lip again, I reached and slowly undid his dress trousers. Life felt in slow motion and I pulled at his pants and slid a hand in. He was already hard, and a decent size when I pulled him out. I shocked myself, I did it all with no hesitation, yet it was only the second time I'd touched another man's cock. All that training again.

Lowering my head I watched that tip get closer and closer. Then it brushed my lips. Like I'd been told and practiced so very many times, I just let the tip brush the soft flesh of my lips a bit more, the slowly let it push past and in. I had a cock in my mouth. Me, the captain of the football team, the guy everyone envied because of my girlfriend, the one no one every thought was gay, especially me, had a cock in my mouth. I… sucked him, licked him, made him feel good. As a reward he filled my mouth with cum, and I swallowed it down like a good girl.

The world sped up again. I heard noises, cheers. Lifting my head I saw kids staring in the window, some shocked, many envious, some laughing. Somehow I got my dress straight, and the boy pulled me out of the car and through the crowd. As we walked he pulled me against him, his arm going round my back, his hand resting on my ass.

"That was one hot blow job!" I felt all giddy again, happy. I just was told I gave good head and I was delirious. I don't know what was happening to me. I didn't feel right and I could still think, was it those wires in my brain again? "So, like what's the name I can tell the guys."

"Candy."

He laughed. We walked into the auditorium, done up like all good school dances did, and he pulled me over to a small group of guys, most with girlfriends. "Everyone, this is Candy. She's ahh, the daughter of one of my dad's friends. Cool huh?"

I got a look of appraising stares, some envious, some hostile, some… lustful. I looked to the floor and groaned a bit. In the dark black lighting my lingerie almost glowed under the thin dress.

The music started up. For a while I just stood beside Thomas as he talked to his friends about this and that. His hand on my ass slowly groped and stroked me, very obviously and it got more than a few stares. I was mortified, but what could I do? For tonight I was his plaything.

After a bit he pulled me out onto the dance floor. I knew I had to, even if I hated it, but I started dancing opposite him as I'd been taught, all languorous moves, sometimes with wrists crossed above your head, sometimes feeling yourself. I caught him watching me, staring at me. When I did I often got that giddy rush again. Why would him watching me make me feel so good and happy?

After a few songs he nodded off the dance floor. We wandered away from people over to a darkish corner. He turned my back to the wall, and leaned with his arm resting beside my head. I felt… vulnerable, trapped. It was too loud to talk, instead he just looked at me, raised his hand and peeled the dress down away from one breast freeing me. I looked around frantically, but no one was looking.

"That is a grade 'A' rack." Oh god, I tingled at the words shouted in my ear. "I am so going to enjoy this. I always thought my first time would be in the back of a car, but this will do." His hand slid up under my skirt, yanking at my knickers. Right there, the music pounding, people dancing, he got out his cock. My mind was swirling, I so didn't want this, but knew I had to. Desperately I tried to remember what to do, and somehow got up on my toes so he could feed it in.

I turned my face away from him as he slowly sank it in. "Fuck that's good. I can't imagine real pussy being better than this." His hand went to one of my breasts, his mouth to my neck, his cock… inside me."

It was so very different from a dildo. I could feel it pulse and move inside me, alive. I was being fucked, me, the man's man, being fucked up against a wall at a senior school dance. I came, and a few minutes later, came again. He pumped into me faster and faster, and I desperately looked over his shoulder hoping we wouldn't be watched.

Mostly we weren't, but I was sure we were seen.

Finally, he came. I felt his hot blast inside me jet again and again. I came too, stunned at the intensity of it. Was this what girl's felt? As he caught his breath I felt him shrink. What an odd sensation. I also felt full of cum, even as he pulled out I felt it squish inside me and instantly melt into my knickers as it dribbled out.

We straightened our cloths, then walked back into the crowds. I felt watched, stared at but Tom seemed unconcerned. He walked back to his mates, and sort of dropped me by the clutch of girls. With a bit of a swagger he walked to the guys. I couldn't here what was said, but they all looked at me. Fuck.

I felt damp and sticky, and needed to hide, if only for a moment. With a homing instinct of years of a school not different to this one I found the loos, and only stopped myself going into the guys at the last moment.

I found a stall, stripped my knickers off, sat, and let myself sob silently as his cum dripped out of me. Then a couple deep breaths and I cleaned myself as best I could, put on a fresh pair of knickers, and went out.

A number of the girls from Tom's group where there, and they clearly checked me out. I tried my best to ignore it, and went to check my make up.

"Did you just really do it with Tom?" I stopped for a moment, nodded, then continued with what I was doing. "Bloody hell, he's been the catch of the school. A number of us went out with him, but he kept his hands to himself, even though it was clear he was gagging for it. Is all we needed fake tits?" They laughed cruelly, and I slowly turned and pushed my way through them. I felt like shit.

I walked through the crowded hall. As I did I noticed my hand going down and realised I'd just flicked my hair, and was walking that walk, my hands swaying just so. I'd done it without thought, and nervously looked around to see eyes following me.

I went up to Tom, and he put his arm around me. Bending his mouth to my ear, he said, "That was fucking fantastic! You are awesome!" I sucked in a breath as a rush of giddy tingly happy rushed through me. It flushed away the sickness in the pit of my stomach. "I want to watch you dance again." I felt giddy again, but followed him on the dance floor.

What was wrong with me? He spoke bloody nonsense and I went weak at the knees? Yet I followed him out onto the dance floor, and tried to get him to watch me. The rush I got when I caught him was addictive. Where they doing this to me? They must be, but I couldn't deny it either.

I saw the bulge grow in his trousers again. Turning my back to him my hips where grabbed and he pulled me back against him. His hardness nestled into the crack of my ass. The thought of it there made me ill, then he spoke. "I want you like this," and a rush of giddy hit me.

He took my hand and led me off the dance floor, through the crowd and outside this time. We went behind the school, the light was almost non existent. He turned to face me. "I want you out of that dress."

Speachless, I unzipped and shimmied out of it. "Turn around." I did, "Take your knickers off." I bent at the hips and slowly lowered them. "Fuck, where's your cock?"

Still bent over I looked back at him, flushing in humiliation, "Its… still there, just tucked away."

"Dad said I wouldn't be able to tell. I didn't believe him, but fuck. You have the most fabulous ass!" I went all weak at his words. Feeling a deep routed fear build I watched him step towards me, hearing the soft zip over the bass beat reverberating from the walls.

I turned my head away, unable to watch and braced myself. I felt his cock nudge me there, felt myself open to him, felt myself get buggered. Distantly I heard myself whimper, but all my attention was focused on the cock pushing up inside me. God knows I'd had enough pushed up my ass in the past months, but this was totally different. It wasn't my wife's hands on my hips, or a dildo stuck on a wall that I was pushing against; it was a real live man.

I was now what they had wanted me to be, I'd sucked and fucked a cock. I was a fag. Thing was, as he groaned, pulled out, and pushed back in faster, it felt good. God in heaven help me, it felt good. I tried to deny it, but couldn't. I tried to stop myself, but even pushed back against him. I didn't want to, but pulsed my anal muscles as I'd been taught to increase his pleasure.

It didn't last long, maybe 25-30 strokes, but finally he pushed deep and I felt that hot jet of cum that no real man's ass should feel.

With a slap to my ass he pulled back, and I stood, wiggling my knickers up to see a huge grin on his face. "You are one hot fuck!" My breath drew in as that rush of horny happy pulsed through me. Was I really that warped that this boys rude comments turned me on just after he'd fucked me? Indeed I felt deeply humiliated, but humiliated and horny. Picking up my dress I slithered it down my body, just so.

 

A while later, maybe only an hour, but feeling an eternity, the dance broke up. I stayed by his side, as a good date should. Laughed at his jokes, and let his hands roam. In a way I was mostly ignored as he yelled at his mates over the music. Yet I was never really ignored. I caught the glances of his friends, and his hands groped all over me. At one point, arm slung over my shoulder his hand slid down inside the front of my dress. His friends tried hard not to notice, one even tried it on his girl, but had his hand slapped away. He just kept on joking.

Now we wandered out to the car. The driver opened the door and I got in first, Tom's hands on my ass following me in. He slouched on the seat, hands behind his head. "Quite a night huh? So, get undressed, all of it yeah?"

I put a smile on my face, not feeling it at all. Right then I was exhausted, shattered emotionally and physically. But I wiggled out of my dress and deftly undid the snaps on the back of my corset. I couldn't help but giggle as I thought of how useless I used to be with Debbie's bra, now I was an expert. How many times had I put on and taken off a corset? Thousands? More? Everything was drilled until it was instinct.

"Way cool." Despite how tired I was at his words I lost my breath at the intensity of the rush. I sat there, nude but for my knickers and stockings, a man made a freak, and was suddenly incredibly deeply horny. "Get him out and mount up yeah? I want a lazy fuck."

I the confines of the limo I slowly undid his trousers and reached in to find his hardening cock. Wiggling up to straddle his legs I manoeuvred him between my legs, and sighed as his tip brushed past my lower lips. Biting my lip at the intensity of the sensation as his cock slid against those now overly sensitive membranes I began to very slowly move up and down on him.

His hands found my breasts and by tweaking my nipples I was pulled down for a kiss.

Why did his cock have to feel so very very good?

 

He was gone, I sat alone in the back of the car. With eyeshades on I felt the happy drain out of me to be replaced by… nothing. I was numb, completely worn out. My emotions had banged through so many dimensions this evening I just felt empty. Had they done something to me to make me react or was I really, deep inside and hidden, a homo? I didn't know.

The car drove on and I felt him leak from between my legs onto the leather of the seat.

Finally it stopped, the door was opened and a hand helped guide me out. The driver took off my eyeshades. She smiled at me, it was such a sweet smile. "You did very well." I still felt nothing.

I was led through the corridors passed closed door after door. How many where behind there going through the same thing? Finally she opened one, and I was guided by the shoulders inside. Debbie lounged on the sofa between the two men. They all looked sated.

She at least had the decency to give me an embarrassed glance. A hand landed on my shoulder and I look to see her, our mistress and trainer. We actually rarely saw her, she guided us through the speakers in the room. Right now she was barely dressed in a short robe.

"Boys, you may leave. Deborah, give them a nice little thank you." The men stood, and after another ashamed glance at me, she turned and kissed each one. They weren't short or chaste kisses. My stomach did a wobble, but again I was filled with that blast of happy lust.

My calm broke, and I sobbed. Debs turned to me, then looked at our mistress. "You may comfort her for a short while. You must cease when I return.

As the two men strode past me, Debbie just stood there until I collapsed on the floor. Suddenly it was all too much and I didn't have the strength to stand. She ran to be and held my head in her lap.

I babbled, spoke of the night brokenly between sobs. Spoke of my confused lust and disgust, spoke of the unbelievable pleasure, spoke of the humiliation, spoke of my confusion. She stroked my hair and didn't say much. The few little words made it clear she'd watched it all somehow.

Slowly my babbling stopped. For a moment we just stayed there, silently together.

Yet I had to know, "Debs, did you enjoy… tonight?"

"Oh you… You know how much I love sex. I would have given anything to just be with you the rest of our lives, but somehow we're here. Yes, I enjoyed it. If I have to have sex I'm not going to deny the pleasure."

I sobbed, just once. It was like a knife, but at the same time I knew truth when I heard it. "Baby, you have to learn to do the same or else it will kill you." I could hear the pain in her voice. "You did… have pleasure tonight?" I nodded into her lap. "It looked like he turned you on?"

I had babbled about that, so now I paused and thought through it. "Yes… and no. I can't deny when he looked at me or talked nice to me I felt this glow of happy and… horny."

I could hear her smile, "I know what that feels like. You could make my knees tremble with a nice word and a smile. Still can you sexy thing." The dagger that had started to pierce my heart at the first, withdrew at the last."

"Yeah, likewise you know? But… whenever it happened I could still think, still talk to myself inside my brain about how this couldn't be happening. Guys never did it for me, quite the opposite. Remember?"

She laughed, "You where such a wimp whenever we were around a gay. I used to joke that you thought it was catching."

"Yeah, but I still am, yet tonight I guy told me to turn around and bend over and I wet myself. When he came it was like fireworks all over my body." I sobbed again. "I hate that!"

"No, you don't." Her voice was stern. "Don't hate it, love it. You have to." Both of us were silent for a moment. I really, really didn't want her to be right.

"Ahh, my children." I looked up to see our own devil standing there. "Get up will you? Deborah, string your man's hands up and use a spreader will you?" She went and lounged on the sofa.

A bit scared at this, new in this place was always scary, I let Debs cuff my hands and hoist them on a chain over my head. I spread my legs and she did a bar with cuffs up around my ankles. We both looked over at our mistress, who smiled and lifted up a remote.

The door opened and in walked a big weight lifted of a man. I sighed, sure I knew what was coming. "Deborah, come her and comfort me while we watch. Candy, get your little toy out and make it all nice and hard."

My mouth went dry, this wasn't what I was sure of. Taking a second to collect myself I squeezed those new muscles and pushed my cock out. Taking a deep breath I let it go hard. It had been a while and it was almost painful at how hard it snapped up.

Debbie curled up on the sofa beside our tormenter and gasped as the woman pinched one nipple very hard. My attention snapped back in front of me as the big guy went to his knees. God no! He lifted my erection, and… kissed it. I groaned as he slowly started to suck on it.

No, please no, this was too much. I couldn't go soft knowing she didn't want me to, yet I hated having a man suck me off. In a weird way it almost would have been better to have been the one doing the sucking. At least then I could have pretended maybe I was a girl. This way I couldn't pretend, couldn't hide as the pleasure built up.

God he was good. He kept me up, knowing just when to stop, just how to extend, until he sped up and from beside me a soft voice said "Cum." I felt my body arch painfully as I shot a bucket load in his mouth. It had been months since I'd been allowed to cum that way.

I slumped down off my chains, not able to hold my weight. He just smiled and stood. The bastard kissed and snowballed me. With a sob I drank down my own cum. Then he turned.

I glanced over at our mistress and Debs. My wife was on her knees, using a breast to pleasure the woman's cunt. In return her Debs ass was being fingered, while the woman held Debs head turned towards me. A vacant look of lust was all my wife could return.

I snapped my head back forward. The man had bent over, had guided my still raging hard cock to his own ass. He started pushing back. I pulled my own hips back, but was helpless, my cock slowly entered his anus.

Oh god, it was good, but looking down through my massive tits to where my cock slid

into an obviously male ass made me want to vomit. Oh god, help me…

 

Next morning we were woken and told to clean. I found it hard to look at Debbie, and she to me. It wasn't until we were in the shower doing our "final rinse" that she grabbed me from behind and hugged me tight. I really needed that hug, and in a moment we were facing each other, holding as if for dear life.

"I do love you so." She actually broke down and sobbed.

In an instant I was on the floor of the shower wracked with pain.

It was over. I stood, trembling a bit with the aftershook and we looked at each other.

The point had been made by our owners, but we had made the point with each other as well. I saw the love in her eyes and returned it. We had to do what we were told, but we didn't have to stop loving each other, even if she enjoyed what happened. I didn't want to think about my enjoying what happened…

On drying each other off our Mistress voice called sweetly out. "Hello my sweets. Today we move on to a new phase of training. You both need to learn much much more about pleasing others. Given you're now both on a relatively even footing of experience, we'll be starting with live instructors. You are to treat anything they tell you as my words. You will be monitored and any little infringement will, of course, be punished as usual."

The door opened and in walked two men. Both were fit, one was black, the other white. "Come over here and kneel bitchs."

My mouth dry, and feeling none of my not understandable attraction to Tom, I took Debbie's hand and went over. I got the black, though both their cocks looked huge to me.

"Now my sweets, pick their cocks up and look at the underside. See the big ridge running down? Lick up it…"

 

We were in the shower, washing off the cum of the 5 men each that we had "trained" with today. I was shattered, it was often exhausting work and you needed to concentrate. I had also lost count of how many orgasms I'd had. I was soaping up Debbie's shoulders, and she snuggled up back to me.

"Mmm, that was fun today."

"Oh… is that what it was."

My hip got slapped, "You can't fool me, I saw you cum."

"I know, I did. There's still that part of me that feels this is unnatural for me. I can't help being disgusted by having a cock in my mouth."

She giggled, "And in your pussy, and in your ass. You're pretty good at it though. I looked over at you when we started this morning. Your man was struggling to maintain his composure. I felt so proud of you when you made him cum."

I snorted, "Proud? Of your husband making another man cum?"

She turned on me, suddenly angry. "Yes, proud! Regardless of whether or not we want to be here we are. You are now an incredibly sexy girl who can turn a man to mush. You've got talent at sex oozing out of every pore. I know you don't want to be here, you tell me every day. You are, learn to live with it. The sooner that happens, the better our life will be. I love you more than words can say, but you've got to give up on this 'Oh poor me I'm a man' kick. You're not!"

She stomped out of the shower and angrily started towling herself dry. I finished rinsing myself off, trying to remember the last time Debs had really got angry, and failed. Just as I got out and grabbed a towel, our mistress spoke up. "Deborah, your scenario is a business dinner party, Candy, French maid, but cock out and presented. Ten minutes."

Silence, but then we both dashed into action. At least I didn't have to choose what to wear. I got my cock out, then started putting on the complex get up. Black braless corset, skimpy knickers holding my cock vertically, short layers of starched lace crinoline and a skimpy black dress. A white pini and black mesh stockings with 6" heels. I quickly did fairly exaggerated make up, did up my hair and did the little lace cap thing.

Debbie had opted for an elegant off the shoulder red dress. It left little to the imagination as she was not wearing a bra. We looked at each other, and she broke the ice by laughing. We'd done it with seconds to spare.

The door opened and we both went still. "Deborah, the driver will take you to your date. Need I say that you will be obedient to his every whim? Candy, follow Laurence. You will be service at a little party of mine tonight."

Debbie blew me a sad kiss and left. I followed the older man done up in white tie down the long corridors. I was led to a small elegant room, was shown where the drinks where, given a brief lecture on service that just re-inforced hour after hour of practice, and he left.

Knowing the routine I stood beside the drinks cupboard, feet a handswidth apart, hands clasped behind my back, shoulders pulled back, eyes downward , and waited.

Sometime later the door opened and three women stepped in. One was our mistress, one an older elegant woman dressed in black. The third was younger, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

The two sat, the girls kneeling beside them. "A G&T Candy, and for you?"

"The same." "Rum and coke" I turned and carefully prepared the three drinks. As I walked over the talk was of the little gossip of their lives. I bent over to my mistress, as taught, and gave the woman a view of my backside.

"Interesting. One of your projects?"

I turned and presented the older woman her drink. As she took it her free hand ran up my leg and fondled my cock. Even though I'd spent most of the last year alone with my wife, the training had been intense. Other than feeling myself blush I didn't move.

"Yes, an interesting bit of work. You'll understand if I don't discuss the details in front of him, but the method has been extremely successful. He is part of a husband and wife selection. We've used their love of each other to have them each submit. Its gone much better than expected."

She stopped fondling me, I hadn't got hard of course. I felt the heat of my face shine out. I was deeply humiliated to be seen and touched this way. My shame was all the more in that my belly burned. Been treated like scum was turning me on. I turned to the younger woman, who chose to feel my chest. "Has he been mounted?" Her eyes gleamed.

"Technically I've been using the wife to cock train him all along, but the dear had his first man just last night." A nipple was pinched, hard.

"Was he gay beforehand?"

"No, completely heterosexual. Right off the scale in our early tests. However, he is quite learned to enjoy being a submissive little slut. Still has some last few mental hang ups, but we'll iron those out."

"Pity, I quite like it when they hate it. Are they for sale? The changes are amazingly realistic." The woman had moved her hand up underneath my skirt, a finger sliding my knickers aside to probe me further back.

"No, its to order. They may come up for auction in a few years if the owner tires of them though. I expect they will be available for rent though." To order, owner? What was this?

"No, its now I enjoy the most. I love seeing a man turn into what he most desires.

Turn around and bend over."

I did, to have my knickers peeled down. "Erect." I went hard as something cold and greasy pushed into my anus. A butt plug snugged its way in deep and my knickers where pulled up.

"Canapes?" I stood and continued service. It was a strange difficult humiliating evening. Sometimes I was ignored, sometimes played with. I was never talked to, only talked about. Alternatively I was used by all the women, sometimes alone, sometimes together. It was my lips mostly in play, but they used other things to tease me. All were quite skilled, and despite the "attention" I was never allowed to cum.

Some hours later the party broke up and I was led back downstairs. Debbie wasn't back yet as I showered and lay down to rest. I was frantic with worry about what was happening to her, so couldn't sleep. I tried diddling myself, but all it did was make me hornier.

Finally I fell asleep.

 

Just as I was turning the shower on, Debbie came in. She was still dressed in the same cloths, but much more… dishevelled. For a moment she couldn't look at me.

"Are you OK?"

She looked agitated, unable to stand still.

"Yes… no… I don't know. I think I… understand a bit what you went through last night. My 'date' was an older man, very fit, very… demanding. I looked at him and… fuck I was wet. He'd say something and I'd go all giddy."

I understood completely. "Yeah, I know. You think they're doing something to us?"

"Yes." Her voice was small, weak. I went over and hugged her, only then noticing the fresh cum dribbling down her neck.

 

I was on my knees in front of some guy. Debs was beside me, a man in front of her. We'd been told to race to see which of us could make our man cum first. I knew mine was close, and I used a combination of deep throat and swallowing to bring him on. Then, with a spasm of his rock hard cock in my mouth I felt the first jet hit the back of my mouth. I squealed around him as I was rocked with my own orgasm.

Gidy, I moved back and pumped the air in triumph with one hand. Only then did I realise I had the other stuffed down the front of my knickers and I was feeling victorious over making a man spurt in my mouth faster than my wife. As often happened these days my emotions went from a high, to a deep low.

 

I looked at the camera and tried to pout. It looked ridiculous to me when I practised in front of a mirror. The photographer seemed pleased though. I was dressed only in a tiny pair of knickers and that pout, so I was pretty sure it wasn't my face he was concentrating on. I'd been told this was for a Page 3 spread in the Sun. That horrified me, but as always I did as I was told.

 

Doing as directed I looked back over my shoulder. It was hard to concentrate given what I saw back there was a man aiming his cock at my ass. I was straddling another who'd big member was already deep inside me. I felt my eyes go wide, and my breath rush out as he eased his cock into my ass. The intense feeling of fullness was incredible.

"Turn forward baby, take him on."

Another cock brushed my cheek and I opened my lips. The bastard just plunged in deep. I could take it, of course, but it helped to have a little notice. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Debbie in a similar situation. Three sets of video cameras circled us, zooming in for close ups, taking in pan shots.

Distantly I remembered having fantasies about doing a porno video with Debbie.

This was not what I imagined.

 

I stood on a street corner dressed in not very much. I kept scanning the people flowing past looking for him. There he was! I felt my stomach drop, my breasts tingle and my… pussy ache. God, it was only the third time I'd seen him and it all still happened. What was happening? Maybe they were fiddling with my brain, but could they really make me react to him so strongly?

I don't know, all I cared about right then was the look on his face when he saw me, then the crush of his lips on mine. I found it hard to believe how much I wanted him. I certainly didn't react to any other man like this. Sure I could feel pleasure from their cocks, but it was something I would very happily do without so long as I had Debbie.

This was different and it scared me.

 

I moved back and off the bed from a very sated Tom. I'd just wanked his cock between my greased breasts, taking the tip in my mouth. "Fucking A girl, that was great!" I felt a rush of joy… and arousal at his words. Slowly I walked across the room to his ensuite.

Wearing only a tiny pair of black knickers I could feel his eyes follow me. In the loo I watched him watching me in the mirror. Picking up a face cloth I bent over to rince it, then slowly washed his cum from my body. I couldn't believe I was being so brazen, but knowing it turned him on made my crotch and breasts tingle. It was like a drug.

I turned and went to the door, leaning against it provocatively. "What next?"

He laughed, delighted. "Hey, my father just gave me a DVD, said it would be instructive. Its over there." I walked over, picked it up then bent over at the hips to slide it into the machine. Sure enough I heard feet walk across the floor, felt hands glide over my hips. "I fucking love it when you do that. This is a shit hot ass." I almost came at his words.

Slowly I stood up, feeling his cock nestle at my lower back and down my cheeks. Turning my face back I nibbled at his neck, feeling his hands slide up my belly to cup my tits. I sort of noticed the glow of the telly, but frankly all my attention was on him.

"Holy…" I turned to see two perfect red lips gliding down the shaft of a long black shaft. They where good lips, it was a very erotic picture. It panned back first to show two black hands holding the soft white face firmly. I imagined a girl on her knees, worshiping the guy. In my mind I put myself as the man, in control. The camera continued panning back.

The face was mine.

Tom held me firm by the tits up against him, his cock jerked and started to rise up against my silk clad ass. "Wayhey, you are not going to tell me you are not enjoying that you fucking cocksucker!"

I saw the look on my face. Was it really me? The face had eyes that played with the camera and the man above, a high pitched growl from around the black rod stretching the lips. It looked aroused, hungry, and the way that face had eyes locked upwards, the way the lips pulled back and the tongue swirled and teased the tip.

It was me. I remembered every second. The back of my mind kept screaming that I didn't really like it, that it was all the training, but could I deny how I looked? I wanted to shut my eyes, knowing what was next, but couldn't. The camera kept pulling back to show the two men busy behind me. God…

I shut my eyes as an orgasm overcame me. How could it be me, but it was and I remembered it. Had I really become that slut on the screen?

Tom pushed me slowly forward onto my knees facing the telly. I felt my knickers drawn down, felt his cock slither down between my cheeks, felt that burst of pain, then the slow burn of his cock pushing up inside me. I looked back, saw the pleasure on my face and felt that deep tingle of joy at knowing he was pleased.

 

I woke up in the dark, feeling warm and comfortable. For a second I thought it was Debbie curled up behind me, but then I remembered. For the first time I'd slept with Tom. It was him behind me, his arm around me, his soft cock nestled against my ass. The warm and comfortable feeling slowly faded, but didn't go away. To my surprise I found I quite liked sleeping with him. How far I had changed.

I was covered in drying cum, and itchy. Carefully I slid away and padded to the loo. In the dark I washed myself, douched front and back, then before I'd thought about it greased myself behind. It was only when I'd done it that I realised how instinctive such things had become. I'd just greased my ass to make it easier to fuck. For the second time that morning I silently bemoaned how I'd changed.

Then I turned to the dark room, and my mood banged around again. I thought of Tom. A thought entered my mind. Could I? More importantly should I? I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he'd like it, but he hadn't told me to do it. For the first time I considered initiating sex with a man.

That small, and getting smaller part at the back of my mind screamed at me not to. He was a man, worse he was just 18. It was wrong. Yet I couldn't turn the thought from my head, and my tits tingled. Slowly I padded towards the bed. The thought hardened in my mind, and shocked at what I was doing I slid underneath the covers. The smell of our sex, the smell of him filled my nostrils. Carefully I slid my lips around his sleeping member, and felt a shiver of pure arousal as it began to slowly harden in my mouth as I softly, so softly sucked.

"Oh yeah…" My ass was slapped, hard. I knew that was his way, and it only turned me on more. "Get up here bitch."

Giddy I slid my body up his. In the soft light of dawn I straddled him, lifting my hands over my head to show off my breasts. He responded as I thought and began to squeeze then. "So who's my bitch?"

"Tom!"

"Tell me, who's my bitch?"

I flipped my hips to lift his cock, and slowly sank down on it. "I am…" I sighed a delicious sigh of humiliation, devotion and lust.

 

For the first time in a long time Debs and I had spent an afternoon training together. We'd been serving a number of women. Now we were in the shower and I was soaping and massaging Debs back. I loved doing this for her almost as much as I loved her doing it to me. These fucking heavy tits meant a constant strain, and part of our usual exercise routine was based on keeping our backs strong and nimble to cope.

"Candy?"

"Yes Darling?"

"Do you find it different when it's a woman with a strap on?"

"I don't know, yes and no. They react differently."

"Yeah!" Her voice got excited. "With a cock I know I'm being used for their pleasure, but its more immediate. I can feel their excitement and know how to make it better. With a girl and a strap on all I feel is the rubber." She had been told off today for not being responsive enough. My back still tingled with the aftershock of her being spoken too.

I thought for a minute. In many ways I found it easier to respond to a woman, I was more interested in their pleasure. "Look, you get off well enough strapping one on and doing me don't you?"

We had long ago lost all modesty about talking about what happened between us.

"Oh yeah baby!"

"Well, try to remember how that feels and react to it."

"Oh. Right. Huh, that's good advice." Her voice changed its tone. "So… why don't we let me practice a little bit?"

I sighed, not unhappy, but she was very predictable. I towelled off while she rinsed, and went and got the dildo pants. God knows I was familiar enough with the things, but I still found that black leather knickers with the two cocks inside and one outside and straps and rings and all quite intimidating.

I went back and handed it over. "No silly. You put it on."

I froze, but she took the things from my hands, and gently moved me about to slip the greased dildos up inside me, then do up all the straps. I looked down at the ridged black cock jutting out from me. It was the wrong shape, but when she saucily bent over in front of me, I knew what to do.

 

An hour or so later we lay side by side, I still was plugged up inside her.

"Mmm, enjoy that?"

I wasn't sure I could speak. It was so very different to really fucking her, but the intensity of actually fucking her, however fake, was immense. "Again." My voice cracked as I turned her over and spread her legs.

We weren't stopped, and neither of us got much rest that night.

 

I helped my latest trainer back into his trousers from my knees. All I had on was a weird backless pair of knickers that held my cock straight up against my belly. He wasn't the most attractive man, had a bit of a belly. It was a bit off putting to have him rest it on my ass while he fucked me from behind. I guess that was what I was supposed to get used to. I still came, but it wasn't the most pleasant sex. I particularly disliked the way he slobbered over my cock.

I stood and let him paw at me and kiss my cheek. "Babes, you are worth every penny."

"Every penny?" What did he mean?

He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Yeah. I pay good money for my time with you. The 'customer satisfaction' survey at the end is a bit weird, but hey, that's a modern bordello for you."

With a slap to my ass he turned and walked out. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised I was whored out, but it made me feel even dirtier.

 

I was very nervous. The door bell rang and I jumped. Tom got up and let in two of his friends. It wasn't that I hadn't done threesomes before, it was because I knew these two outside of our prison. I know they fancied me, hell pretty well all his mates but the two gays ones did. It was just different.

Tom walked them in, his arms around them both. "Ready boys?" I stood nervously, had to stop myself fidgeting. "Tits out bitch." He never talked to me like that in public, yet I felt that glow, that tingle that I couldn't deny at his words.

I was wearing a tight t-shirt, and knew just how to slowly pull it off to show off my bra. "Hey Jas, why don't you do the honours?" The grinning kid came around behind me and started to fumble with the catches. Tom steered the other boy, Jonathon around to my front.

I weakly grinned at Tom, then put my arms straight around Jonathan's shoulders. Sighing softly I moved my face forward and put my lips to his. When had it got so easy to kiss another man? I don't know, but as his awkward tongue burrowed into my mouth, I slowly sucked on it.

My bra got yanked off, and after a second from behind I felt a hard cock poking at my ass. I broke my kiss, then looked behind and reached for the poor kids cock. He was bewildered and totally desperate. As he was shorter than I was it was easy to guide him up under my skirt.

I pushed Jonathan back and started unbuckling his jeans. With a sigh as Jason's cock pushed into me I slowly bent over and began to suck the other boys cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom grinning like a mad man, clearly enjoying this. It made me tingle

 

I got back from a late date with Tom. Debbie had clearly just finished with her last trainer, a woman. She looked radiant and exhausted, but very very pleased with herself.

"Who'd have thought it?" I got a smack to the cheek. "Thanks to your able advice I was told I was much more responsive today. Kind of enjoyed it more too. I mean I did it with the women, but I never thought I'd really get into it. Today though, being held down with her grinding above me, our tits mashed together, it was a real kick. I guess I've got to the place with girls you've got to with guys!"

I smiled weakly, "Yeah."

 

Debs and I had our legs spread by the ankles and our hands tied up over our heads. It wasn't unusual for us to get each other bound up before one of our training sessions, so we were standing there chatting about whether one of the dresses we'd just been given would look good on her or me. We both thought it would be better on the other.

The door opened and we both immediately turned attentively. To do otherwise was to risk punishment, and we'd managed to avoid either getting punished in quite some time.

To our mutual surprise in walked our mistress. She was dressed in an elegant trouser suit. I was beyond being surprise when she simply walked over and put a hand to each of our crotches. I drew my breath in as a finger slid between my lips and slowly began to play.

From discussions with Debs I knew not every woman would get aroused by being touched, most would find it a turn off. We weren't allowed to be normal. Frequent training in the box meant that if I was touched there, I responded. I had to our oblivion or punishment resulted. Like Pavlov's dog, if I was touched I got aroused. Didn't matter who, or frankly how.

A quick glance over at Debs, where she was already starting to grind her hips against the woman's hand, told me she was reacting the same.

"So my sweets, I'm very happy with your achievements lately. Deborah, how many cocks have you to ass, pussy and mouth?"

"Uhh… 16, 22 and 25 Mistress."

"And how many had you had before coming to me?"

"Just one Mistress."

"Do you enjoy your frequent mounting?"

Her voice was small, and her eyes where straight to the floor. "Yes Mistress." I wanted her to look at me so I could tell her with my eyes it was all right. I knew she couldn't help it, couldn't say no.

"Do you have a favourite cock?"

She paused, and a small spike of pain ran down my back."

"Mistress please, yes I do." She hurried to speak, looking at me worriedly.

"And who is it?"

Her eyes returned to the ground, "John Mistress."

"And Candy, how many cocks have you had to ass, pussy and mouth."

I knew the total instantly, could describe each and every hated one. "18, 25 and 29 Mistress."

"And how many had you had before coming to me?"

"None Mistress."

"Tell me, do you enjoy watching your wife get fucked by other men?"

Having thought about it more times than I cared to I had an answer, "I enjoy her enjoyment Mistress."

She laughed, delighted. "A good response, but it did not answer the question I asked.

Do you enjoy watching your wife get fucked by other men?"

It was my turn to look down to the ground. "Yes Mistress."

"Would you have before you came to me?"

"No Mistress!"

"Ah, so certain. Deborah, do you enjoy watching your husband get fucked by other men?"

There was no pause, and again she looked away. "Yes Mistress." I knew it, and hated it, but there it was.

"Would you have before you came to me?"

Debs body arched in orgasm, "Yes Mistress." It was a cry of pain, not of pleasure.

"And so Candy, do you enjoy your frequent mounting?"

"No Mistress."

She left Debs hanging, and moved to me, her now slick hand gliding to a breast.

"Think, a big cock sliding past your lips, another pushing into your dear sweet ass. Strong hands holding you down, using you for their own pleasure. What you want means nothing, its all about what they want. Their hands on your tits, their cocks inside you, insistent. Tell me, do you enjoy your frequent mounting?"

Help me, please. The truth burned past my lips in a cry that was half pleasure, half pain and all destruction. "Yes Mistress."

I was limp in my bindings as she undid Debs and told her to get a bench. Debbie was made to lie on it, face towards me. She looked as puzzled as I felt as Mistress straddled her face, then looked back to me.

"You've both been good. Time for a little reward. Candy, bring it out and erect." Unable to believe what it looked like she was going to let me do. In the past month I'd had a few men's asses, and a few more mouths, but nothing compared to the amount of times I'd been fucked.

I found myself trembling as I pushed my cock out of its little hole and let it engorge.

Debbie's eyes were wide as she picked it up and pointed it towards Mistress pussy.

"Now, a nice long slow stroke…"

 

Dressed in the silly maid's uniform I entered the room I'd been brought to. The younger woman from Mistress' cocktail parties was there alone.

"Ahh, there you are. I thought I'd rent a little fun." She stepped over and began mauling my breasts through the dress. "Get me undressed will you?"

Again she was in a casual tight tshirt and jeans. I helped her out of her things, ending up on my knees. "Worship." Knowing the commands I bent and began to lick her toes, sucking on them before moving up her foot and legs, eventually ending up working on her pussy. It was a long, humiliating exercise, but strangely a turn on as well. The whole time I had that tingle of arousal that I normally got with Tom.

When I'd brought her off sufficiently I was pushed back. "Prepare me." Scambling I got a set of dildo pants. "When it with your mouth." Then, on my knees before her, I took each inner dildo and gave them deep long sucks. "You like that don't you pervert?"

Some months ago I would have been mortified to be treated like this, now it was only mildly humiliating. Done, I helped her get into damn things.

"Present." I got to my hands and knees, bowing my back in and elegant curve to make me completely open from behind. My knickers where ripped off and she began to fondle my cock. "Erect." I got hard in her hand. "Every man should be like this, the world would be such a happier place." The cold hard dome of her cock began to probe at my ass as she continued to play with me.

I came.

 

I slowly the movement of my tongue. Mistress had just finished a hard orgasm, and her breathing slowed above me. "Erect."

I lifted myself and my cock sprang to attention. This was the second time, I could hardly believe my luck! My hands were tied behind my back, so Mistress took me in her own hands to guide me to her.

"Slowly now…" I inched myself in, ecstatic to be feeling soft tight pussy around my aching cock. "That's it…" Her hands found my breasts. "Ahh, you are my masterpiece. How will I give you up? A bit longer now." My nipple was pinched, so I concentrated hard on what she wanted, watching her every reaction.

In reward we fucked for hours.

 

I got back from a night's clubbing with Tom. Debbie was there, doing her nails. She had been oddly distant ever since Mistress had extracted our confessions. I didn't know why, there was nothing in what she said that bothered me any more, and in a weird way it had let me be more accepting of my role. I would never have wished it, but here I was.

To compensate for her quietness I babbled on about my evening, how Tom had told me to dress in a short skirt with a slit in the back, how we'd actually done it on the dance floor. How it had made me so nervous of people watching, yet excited at the same time.

As I finished pulled off my soiled knickers I found her beside me, stroking my back.

"So, do you love him?"

That was it! "No, don't be silly. He's a man, I could never love him."

"Listen to you. A second ago you were going on about how exciting it was to have sex with him in public."

"No, I can't love him."

"Do you think about him?"

"Yes." My voice went small.

"A lot?"

I paused, not wanting to say it, "Yes."

"I've seen you agonise about what to wear for him, I've heard you talk about what you think you're going to do. You've told me you've even pushed having sex. What's different between that and love?"

We stayed facing each other for a long time silently. Then I knew. "I wouldn't die for him."

Debs face crumpled, then a look of revelation lit her face from behind. Her whole body relaxed like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She took my face in her hands and kissed me hard.

"Like I would die for you!" She looked suddenly happy, content. "But I do love John you know. I've told him so." I digested that, not liking it at all. "I can't deny my heart. We may have been forced to this place, but he has a hold on me. I look at him and my knees go weak. He can make me cum with a word and a stroke to my arm. I'm crushed when I do something he doesn't like and am on cloud nine when I please him. I love him, its that simple."

Then her hands drifted down to cup my breasts, "But always remember I still love you. Before I learned to like sex with women, I always loved sex with you. This isn't the body I fell in love with, but because its you inside I've loved you through every change. I love what you've become, this incredibly sexy kitten. The womanhood has bloomed out of you. I don't think you know the effect you have on men. Because we have to obey it gets lost, but you could have any man begging on his knees. I love that."

"I love watching you with men, those beautiful lips wrapped around a cock, your body writhing underneath a big hunk, the way you thrust your ass back to meet them. Its so incredibly sexy! I just love you."

Her nipples where just brushing mine, and I could feel the arousal building. It was a softer, yet more fulfilling arousal that the way I instantly reacted to Tom.

"So my love, its possible to love two people. Tell me, do you love Tom?"

I was silent for a long time, thinking it through. Did I or didn't I? I really didn't know, it didn't seem possible I could love a man, especially an 18 year old boy. Yet everything she said was also true. I did think about him all the time. Could I?

It was then I noticed something. I looked down to see her nipple was pierced with a gold ring. "What's that darling?"

She smiled softly, "You'll find out soon. You know the answer to my question though, don't you?" I put my head to her shoulder, unable to say it.

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