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Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 14:37:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Free Spirit <tastefullytrans@yahoo.com>
Subject: Helpless
Transgender/Control
WARNING: The following story contains graphic
descriptions of a sexual nature. It is intended for
mature persons only. Any persons not old enough to
legally receive adult materials or who are offended by
them should read no farther. Further distribution of
this story--and all others of this nature by this
author--is permissible only to appropriate persons and
only if the contents and author credit are unchanged.
June 24/2000
HELPLESS
By
Butterfly
Email: tastefullytrans@yahoo.com
The air inside the coffee shop was rich with the scent
of dark Colombian coffee and sweet donuts. Amber
glanced from table to table picking up snippets of
conversation from the chatter that melded into a
constant, nonsensical din. Joy was late, 15 minutes
late and Amber was caught between succumbing to
disappointment and maintaining her hopeful
anticipation. She continued to wait anxiously for her
friend to arrive.
This was to be their first meeting in the real world
after months of building an online friendship. They
had met in a chatroom for wives and significant others
of cross-dressers and after weeks of chatting had let
down their guard enough to discover that they lived
mere blocks from one another. From then on they had
added telephone conversations to their repertoire and
now a face-to-face meeting.
Amber yelped when a hand fell softly on her shoulder
and a feminine voice sang out, "BOO!" Joy had entered
from the side door to which Amber had her back turned.
Amid a flourish of nervous giggles and heartfelt hugs
the two met in person and then studied each other
against the photos they had exchanged. Both were
beautiful but from opposite ends of the spectrum. Joy
was tall and reed thin, her dark beauty was sultry.
She had olive toned skin, huge deep brown eyes and
jet-black hair that hung halfway down her back. Amber
had a fair wholesome beauty. She was petite, a full 6
inches shorter than Joy, had sparkling green eyes, a
fair complexion and shoulder length golden-brown hair.
Their first face to face conversation flowed as though
they had been friends since childhood and the time
passed quickly until finally, having had more than
enough coffee, they decided to go for a walk. Once
the pace was set and they were strolling leisurely
along a tree lined street, Amber asked a pivotal
question that would change their friendship forever.
"Does Dan tell you his fantasies?"
"Oh yes, he has great fantasies." Joy answered with
complete ease.
"So does Justin. His latest one is really something."
Amber stated and at Joy's prodding gaze continued to
describe her husband's most recent fantasy.
When it was told and Amber fell silent, Joy slowed
their amble to a full stop and turned to Amber. "Wow,
that one is really something. Dan doesn't come up
with fantasies that exciting. Are you going to try to
make it come true?"
"How on earth can I do that? Amber asked, hoping her
friend had some ideas.
"Well, if you really want to, I'll help." Joy offered
hesitantly but with an underlying note of hopeful
anticipation.
"Really? You'd want to?" Amber hadn't expected Joy
to offer to help in that manner. She had hoped Joy
would give her some ideas on how she alone could
fulfill her husband's fantasy not offer to become a
part of it. She wasn't completely sure how she felt
about it...excited, inhibited, aroused, afraid.
"Sure, what are friends for?" Joy's mouth curled into
a feline smile and her eyes narrowed. "In return, you
can help me make one of Dan's come true."
Amber bit her lower lip as she considered her friend's
offer and casting caution to the wind agreed. "Yeah,
what are friends for."
For the better part of the next hour they walked and
planned the details of how they would make Justin's
fantasy come to life and then parted company with a
promise that Amber would call Joy when the stage was
set. When Amber returned home, she told Justin
nothing about her meeting with Joy except for the
superficial to which he listened with less than half
of his attention. Amber sat quietly for a moment and
just looked at her husband waiting for him to realize
she had stopped talking. He didn't. Getting up to go
take a shower, she thought, "Ohhh you'll be paying
pretty close attention tomorrow night buddy."
Later, as the steady rise and fall of his chest
beneath her cheek began to lull her to sleep, she
whispered into the darkness, "I want to spend tomorrow
with Desiree."
She felt his chest expand and its movement pause
before a long breath hissed softly from between his
lips. "Really?"
"Yeah, I miss her." Amber answered with a sigh and
then waited long seconds for Justin to reply.
"Okay," Justin agreed and pulled Amber closer into the
crook of his arm.
The next morning, they slept late and Amber hurriedly
showered, dressed and left the house to do the list of
chores she had planned for the day. After getting
groceries, she returned home to find Justin was in the
shower. She put the groceries away, changed into a
pair of shorts and tank top and went out to tackle the
yard work and tidy up their shed.
Over the steady roar of the lawn mower, she didn't
hear Justin calling to her but caught sight of him
from the corner of her eye and shut the mower off.
Justin walked toward her telling her that he was going
to work on his internet site for a couple of hours
then get ready for the evening. Surprised, Amber
asked what time it was and was more surprised to find
out that it was already deep into the afternoon.
After a quick peck on the lips, Justin returned to the
house and Amber restarted the mower.
Later, with everything she had hoped to accomplish
actually done, Amber slid off her clothes and stepped
into the shower. This time she took more care than
during the quick shower she had taken in the morning
and let the drumming water ease her tense muscles.
When she finally turned the tap off, humid clouds of
steam filled the bathroom. She toweled off and
blotted the wetness from her hair. Enjoying the smooth
clean feel of her skin, she spent long moments
slathering on moisturizer and massaging it in with
long strokes.
In the kitchen, Justin was busy grating cheese and
slicing pepperoni for pizza and Amber slid the knife
from his hand. "I'll finish this. You go get ready.
I put your clothes on the bed." After a fleeting
brush of lips, Justin headed off to do his wife's
bidding. When Amber heard him reach the top of the
stairs, she picked up the phone and dialed Joy's
number. In a conspiratorial voice, she told Joy that
Justin was getting ready and to expect another call in
a couple of hours.
A short time later, they finished eating and having
already gotten partially ready Justin returned to
their bedroom to get dressed while Amber went to the
bathroom to apply her make-up. Amber hurried in order
to be ready long before Justin so that she could
complete the finishing touches on the set of his
fantasy. She also had to sneak into his office and
ready things there and hoped that he wouldn't have to
go online again. She managed to get everything done
before hearing him call her name. When she walked
into the bedroom, a slow appreciative smile curved her
full lips.
"You look wonderful." She said in a sultry voice as
she approached her husband.
"Do I." He asked coyly, tilting his head in a shy
manner that she found so endearing. "Tell me."
Standing before her husband, who no longer looked at
all like her husband or a man for that matter, Amber
slowly ran her hand up his stocking clad thigh, over
his hip and up to cup his breast. She then stood back
again and let her eyes wonder over Desiree, her
husband's female counterpart. "You have such sexy
legs, my love. They're so long and shaped so nice."
Amber stepped closer to once again caress Desiree's
thigh.
Her husband's long legs were indeed beautiful in sheer
black lace-top stockings and made to appear even
longer by the 4 inch black stiletto heels he wore. As
her hand traced a path up his thigh and over the hem
of his skirt, she could feel the straps holding up his
stockings. Slowly, she lifted his red mini skirt in
order to peer at his panties and garter. He wore
black satin string-bikini panties and a matching
garter edged in soft lace. Amber smoothed his skirt
back down and let her hand glide up his arm. His
blouse was made of sheer white chiffon and styled like
a poet blouse. She loved the feel of the material and
the ruffles at each cuff and along the scooped
neckline. She saw that he had gone all out and shaved
his chest as well as his legs so the black bra he wore
under the shirt stood out in stark relief against his
hairless skin. He wore a maternity bra, which he
called his 'tittie' bra and had modified by cutting
the cups away leaving only the frame. Due to a
massive weight loss and then lifting weights, her
husband had 'breasts' that could be pulled into the
frame of the bra cups and looked like real tits. She
saw his hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of
the blouse and knew that the feel of the material
sliding over each sensitive bud was highly erotic to
him.
Finally, she looked up at his face and caught her
breath as she always did when she saw his eyes. His
make-up was expertly applied, especially his
eye-make-up which caused his blue eyes to appear even
more striking and sensual. He wore a shoulder length
red wig with long bangs that parted on the side and
fell in a soft wave to almost cover half of his face.
When he lifted a hand to brush the hair back, she
noticed that his nails weren't done and instructed him
to sit on the edge of the bed while she went to get
his nail polish. Carefully, she applied the scarlet
polish to each nail and noticed how his hand movements
became more feminine with the addition of polish. She
then got 2 of his favorite rings and slid them onto
his fingers. There, the makeover was complete and
Desiree stood before her in all of her sensual glory.
"I have something special planned for tonight so you
had better do anything you need to do because you're
going to be very occupied for hours." Amber said with
a mischievous smile and left the room before Desiree
could question her.
"Wait!" Desiree called from the bedroom. Amber
smiled but didn't stop.
"Amber! What do you have planned?" Still, Amber
continued down the stairs without answering.
"Amber!" Curiousity lent an edge to Desiree's voice.
"You'll see! It's going to blow your mind." Amber
called up the stairs. "Hurry up!"
Within minutes, Desiree was standing impatiently in
the kitchen. "What do you have planned?"
"We have to go to the shed." Amber stated as though
it was something they did regularly and giggled at
Desiree's surprised expression.
"The shed?"
"Yep, I have a surprise for you in the shed. Ready?"
With a nod, Desiree followed her wife.
Without telling Justin the reason, she had spent more
than an hour earlier cleaning their large shed. The
wooden floor had been swept clean of sawdust, the
center of the enclosed space had been cleared, and the
workbench was now empty of tools and draped with a
white tablecloth. She had also screwed 2 eyebolts
into the ceiling rafters and 2 more into the floor.
Desiree's eyes widened in surprise when she entered
the shed and commented appreciatively on how tidy it
was. In response, Amber turned to her and smiled
devilishly. "Well, I couldn't have my slut performing
in a dirty shed."
"What do you mean, 'performing'?" Desiree asked with
a mixed note of apprehension and anticipation.
"You'll see." Amber stated simply and then hardened
the tone of her voice. "The time for your questions
is past. Now, you're going to do as you're told. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." Desiree answered knowing that
Amber would brook no argument or would simply walk
away from whatever was planned. Desiree also knew
that when Amber planned something, it was always
intensely pleasurable and she didn't want to miss out
on it.
"Stand right here." Amber positioned Desiree under
the eyebolts in the ceiling and then walked over to
the workbench where she had placed a cardboard box
earlier. From the box, she withdrew four long strips
of wide black satin ribbon. With the ribbons in hand,
she carried a stepladder to where Desiree stood. She
tied a piece of ribbon to each of Desiree's wrists and
then climbed the ladder.
"Lift your arms." She ordered and Desiree lifted her
arms. Amber then tied each piece of ribbon to an
eyebolt until Desiree's wrists were suspended from the
ceiling about two feet apart.
With a clatter, she folded the stepladder and placed
it against the far wall before returning to Desiree.
She knelt at her feet and tied a length of ribbon to
each ankle and then to it's corresponding eyebolt on
the floor until Desiree's feet were also positioned
almost two feet apart.
Then she took a few steps back to view her handiwork.
"There, now you're helpless aren't you? I can do
anything I want with you." She gloated.
"What are you going to do? Desiree asked nervously,
afraid that Amber would go too far with the little
games they played.
"I told you no more questions. Didn't I? Amber didn't
wait for a response. "I'll grant you this last one
though. But, I don't think that's the question you
really should be asking." Amber said smugly as she
took up a position at the front of the shed by an
apparently haphazard pile of folding lawn chairs.
"Why?" Desiree questioned. The suspense and Amber's
unusually cold attitude were causing her to feel
twinges of trepidation but at the same time she could
feel her arousal growing.
"I think it would be better to ask who is going to be
watching what I'll be doing to you."
"What? What do you mean?" Desiree asked anxiously as
the trepidation she felt turned into a knot of fear.
"This is what I mean." Amber turned and pulled the
lawn chairs away and set them against a side wall, she
then lifted a white sheet, rolled it up and tossed it
on the floor a few feet away. She knew that her body
kept Desiree from seeing what she had uncovered. "So
many will get to see my little slut perform. That's
what you want, isn't it? Amber turned to face her
captive and took a step to the side to reveal both a
video camera set on a tripod and a netcam set on it's
own tripod.
She watched Desiree's eyes widen in disbelief. "Well?
Isn't it?" She repeated.
"Only in fantasy Amber. I didn't want it for real.
It was just a fantasy." Desiree could hear the slight
edge of panic in her voice and couldn't keep it from
sweeping through her. Underneath the panic she also
felt hot excitement even though she didn't want to.
Or didn't think she wanted to.
With measured steps, Amber approached Desiree. "So,
it was only a fantasy? You're a lying slut aren't
you? Amber chided angrily as she cupped proof of
Desiree's excitement. "Why are you so hard my dear?
Is it because you're afraid? You're shy? You don't
want anyone to see you like this? Amber emphasized
each question by tightening her grip on Desiree's
growing cock. "Lying slut!" She spat out. "You want
everyone to see what a slut you are. You want
everyone to watch you perform. You want men to
masturbate while they watch you. You'd love it if
they could cum all over you, don't you? You'd love
being a cum covered slut." While she spoke, Amber
slowly stroked Desiree's cock until it reached full
hardness and a drop of precum flowed from the tip.
Each of Amber's words carved hot paths through
Desiree's consciousness, they lit her mind with
brilliantly erotic images, and they swept like
wildfire through her veins and flamed even hotter
between her legs. Her head fell back, her eyes closed
and her scarlet lips parted. Yes, she did want all
of that, everything Amber said, but only in
fantasy...only in fantasy.
"Tell me you want it?" Amber demanded as she watched
Desiree's full arousal blossom.
"Only...in fantasy." Desiree whispered.
"Liar."
"Nooo."
"Tell me!" Amber demanded again and squeezed
Desiree's cock.
"I...I want it." Desiree finally succumbed to her
deepest, most secret desires.
"Tell me!"
"I want...I want to be watched." Desiree moaned.
"What else?"
"I want men to cum watching me."
"Where do you want them to cum?" Amber prodded
"On me...I want them to cum on me. I want to be a cum
covered slut." The words tumbled from Desiree's lips
in hot gasps as Amber continued to stroke her
throbbing cock.
"That's better." Amber pulled her hand away from
Desiree's cock and saw her lean forward in protest.
"I have other things to get ready so you just think
about how you're going to satisfy your audience."
Amber instructed and then walked to the workbench.
Through a haze of arousal, Desiree watched Amber pull
unknown items from a box and set them on the bench.
Only when Amber stepped away could she see the
implements carefully positioned on the bench and she
moaned raggedly at the sight. Laid out in order was a
red ball gag, a black satin blindfold, black nipple
clips with a length of fine chain joining them, a
black leather strap, a 12 inch double headed dildo, a
strap-on dildo with clitoral stimulator and a smaller
slim dildo.
Amber walked away from the bench and toward the
cameras where she turned on a bright flood-light and
flicked off the dimmer overhead light. She then
turned the video camera on and bent to view the image
being recorded. After a few minor adjustments she
straightened and gazed at Desiree.
"That's all set and there's enough light to keep you
from being hidden in shadows. Now I have to set-up
the netcam and leave your web address on a few message
boards." Amber saw Desiree take a deep shuddering
breath in response.
"Stage fright?" She asked with a smirk. "Don't worry.
It'll pass once you get into your role...slut!"
Amber returned to the bench to retrieve the ball gag
and blindfold and brought them to Desiree. "Yours
isn't a speaking role, so you'll need this." She
swung the ball in a half circle and then stretched up
on to her tiptoes to place it in Desiree's mouth
before walking behind her to tie it into place. "And
I'll be lenient enough with you to allow you to cover
your face somewhat." She said as she tied the thin
blindfold over Desiree's eyes. "There. Now I have to
go into the house for a few minutes. Keep yourself
occupied with thoughts of what you'll be performing
for everyone." Amber spoke from the doorway. "Oh,
and by the way, your email address will be posted so
you can get feedback from everyone who watches you."
Quickly, Amber entered the house and picked up the
phone. Joy answered after 2 rings and Amber told her
that everything was ready. She then went into
Justin's office and turned on the computer, logged-on
to the net and opened the netcam program. Luckily she
wouldn't have to adjust the position of the netcam for
she could see Desiree clearly and watched her for a
few seconds as she adjusted the color and sharpness of
the image. She then typed in a URL, picked up the
netcam feed and set it to run streaming video and
added the html to ask for feedback and listed
Desiree's email address. Then she opened several
browsers, clicked addresses from her bookmarks and
opened various message boards. Quickly she typed in
the URL and a message on one board and then
highlighted it, copied it and posted the same message
on the rest of the boards.
She knew that Joy would arrive any second and wanted
to watch what happened in person rather than over the
netcam so she hurried back downstairs and into the
driveway.
Desiree couldn't quite get her mind around what had
happened and couldn't bring herself to completely
believe that Amber would actually broadcast their
little game over the net. The thought of it excited
her but only the thought, not the actuality....or did
it? As always, when Amber wove Desiree's fantasies
into words and spoke them while they made love, the
level of arousal that Desiree could attain was bone
shattering. But, those were only words. Now she was
caught in the reality of her fantasy and truly didn't
know how to feel.
Before she could sort it out she heard a car pull into
the driveway and panic seized her. The flood light
would be more than visible from outside. Would
whoever it was come into the shed? Fervently, Desiree
began to pray that the visitor would not. Her prayers
went unanswered.
With a conspiratorial wink and a finger to her lips to
hush Joy, Amber approached her and whispered in the
other woman's ear. With a smile, Joy nodded and did
as Amber had instructed.
"Amber!" Joy called out. "Are you in the shed?"
Desiree felt deeper panic surge through her and
struggled against the ribbons that held her fast.
Never before had she felt so helpless and exposed.
Never before had she felt such soul-wrenching
mortification at being caught. From outside, she
could hear footsteps crunching on the gravel path to
the shed. "Damn, damn, damn!" She screamed behind
the ball-gag and renewed her struggle with the ribbons
that bound her. Why the hell did satin have to be so
damn strong!
The metallic rasp of the door hinges sounded like
booming screeches to her ears as the door slowly
opened and Desiree wished with all of her heart that
the floor would open and swallow her whole. Of
course, her wish was not granted.
"Amber?" An inquisitive voice called out before the
door opened completely and Desiree absently noted,
through the wall of her panic, that it was a voice she
didn't recognize.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" Joy asked with a
note of malicious glee in her voice.
Desiree groaned and felt her body attempt to shrink
into itself as she listened to the sound of heels
clicking hollowly on the wooden floor. In her
fantasies she had gotten an erotic thrill from just
such a situation, but this was reality and she
couldn't quite believe it was actually happening.
Joy slowly approached the helpless Desiree taking
precise steps so that the captive would be able to
track the sound of her approach. When she stood
immediately in front of Desiree, she trailed her
fingernail lightly up the length of her exposed thigh
and felt the muscles flex in surprise. Her nail then
rasped softly over the red gabardine of Desiree's
skirt and further up until she lifted the ruffle at
the neckline of the blouse.
"Amber told me that you had nice tits." Joy commented
silkily and wrung a distraught moan from Desiree.
"Oh come now. You can't tell me that you don't enjoy
this. Not when I can see your nipples getting hard."
Joy teased as she let her fingernail brush across one
of Desiree's hardened nipple.
Desiree moaned again when her flesh betrayed her and
puckered in erotic delight. Beyond the edges of the
mortification she felt at getting caught in such a
degrading situation her arousal was smoldering. She
could feel her cock responding, could feel it pressing
against the satin of her panties and she moaned again.
This time the moan was deeper and without the high
note of panic and embarrassment.
"At this very moment your wife is watching us along
with many others on the net. Did you know that? Joy
asked as she began to walk around Desiree trailing her
fingers as she went. "Yes, you knew that didn't you?
And that's what makes this so exciting to you. You're
a slut and dying to be displayed, aren't you?
Desiree shook her head from side to side to denounce
the woman's words. Yet she knew the truth, knew she
was a slut who wanted others to look at her with lust.
But only in her fantasies she amended silently.
"I think it's time to show your audience a little
more. We don't want them to lose interest now do we?"
Joy returned to stand in front of Desiree. "It's
unfortunate that your blouse has no buttons." She said
apologetically as she fingered the neckline searching
for the imperfection that Amber had told her would be
there. Finding it, she clutched each side in her
hands and pulled them apart. The material tore with a
tight ripping sound followed by a low moan by Desiree
and a renewed struggle against the ribbons that bound
her.
"Ohh, you do have nice tits!" Joy exclaimed as she
pulled aside the edges of Desiree's torn blouse. She
then stood to one side so not to block the cameras and
gently cupped one perky breast. Desiree pulled her
body away but Joy expected the move and followed it so
the weight of Desiree's breast never left the cup of
her hand.
"Don't move! She commanded harshly and pinched the
nipple between thumb and forefinger until Desiree
moaned with both pleasure and pain. "Amber told me
how obedient you would be, how anxious to please. I
haven't seen any evidence of that and think you need
reminding." Joy kept the angry edge to her voice.
Everyone watching should get a good view of your tits
so hold still."
Desiree did as she was told and felt the woman's hands
cup her breasts as if to lift them for inspection.
She could feel a shy blush heat her face but also felt
heat flaring in her groin, pumping blood into her cock
and puckering her nipples into hard sensitive buds.
She inhaled a rush of air when she felt a warm, wet
tongue bathe one nipple as a hand kneaded her other
tit. In her mind the fantasy turned reality finally
breached the last of her defenses and she welcomed it
passionately moaning in pleasure.
"Ahhh, now the slut is emerging eh? Joy taunted.
"There are men watching thinking that they're watching
lesbians. There are men right now pulling their cocks
out of their pants and stroking them as they stare at
your tits, as they fantasize about taking my place."
Joy punctuated her words by flicking her tongue across
Desiree's nipple. "Should we show them that you have
a cock of your own?"
Desiree shook her head vigorously not wanting the
illusion she portrayed to end yet. She wanted the men
watching to continue to believe she was a woman,
wanted them to lust after her tits, to use her in
their fantasies. She wanted to be a helpless,
submissive woman for all to see.
"You dare say no to me!" Joy lashed out savagely
enough for Desiree to be startled. "Amber hasn't
taught you your role well enough and you need more
instruction." Joy turned her back to Desiree, strode
to the workbench and lifted the leather strap. She
then returned to the captive and stroked her nipples
with the strap. "Do you know what this is? Can you
feel what it is?" She asked as Desiree whimpered,
then drew her hand back and let the strap fall across
one nipple. She laughed contemptuously when Desiree
leaned forward, straining toward the strap rather than
away from it. She swung the strap again and Desiree
whimpered and then moaned in pleasure. "You are
indeed a very naughty little slut aren't you?" Joy
smirked and was answered by Desiree's affirmative nod
and a deep throaty moan.
Joy repeatedly let the strap fall against Desiree's
nipples until the skin around them was reddened and
hot. Throughout the tit spanking, Desiree had moaned
heatedly and become almost delirious with pleasure.
Now she struggled against the ribbons not to be free
to escape but to give vent to the animal lust that
burned through her. Her cock had grown to a painful
hardness and throbbed in need of release. It would
not find that release for hours yet.
Joy threw the strap back on to the bench and watched
for drawn out seconds as Desiree writhed in sensual
agony. She then returned to her side, careful not to
block the cameras, and once again took a nipple
between her thumb and forefinger. "I think you would
enjoy this even more if it were a man's tongue teasing
these nipples of yours."
As if on cue but totally unexpected by Joy, a knock
sounded on the shed door before it swung open to
reveal the shocked expression of her husband. Joy
felt surprise drain her face of color and scrambled to
find the words to explain what he had walked in on.
Leaving Desiree in complete ignorance, she quickly
guided her husband from the shed and to his car where
they bent their heads together as she earnestly
explained what was going on. Much to her relief, her
husband understood and even chuckled at the
deviousness with which the two women had planned the
evening.
With the light of a dawning idea brightening her deep
brown eyes, Joy once again leaned close to her husband
to share what her nimble mind had thought up and
smiled brightly when he chuckled again and agreed to
participate. Just then Amber approached and Joy waved
her over and ran the alterations to their original
plan by her. Amber quickly agreed and the 3 strode
back to the shed.
Desiree knew something had gone amiss but wasn't sure
what. She suspected that an unexpected visitor had
entered the shed although she hadn't heard another
voice. Embarrassment cooled the erotic heat that had
been consuming her and she berated herself for having
allowing herself to get into such a helpless
situation. Fervently, she hoped that the interloper
hadn't been a family member or friend who knew nothing
of her fetish.
Her pulse quickened when she heard the door to the
shed open and footsteps approached. Joy was no longer
alone and she wondered if Amber had finally come to
her senses and would untie her. Once again her hopes
were dashed and a new surge of trepidation over-took
her as Joy began to speak.
"My husband has decided to join us Desiree." Desiree
whimpered in response.
"Oh, don't be like that. Your fantasy is complete.
You have a man here to admire you in person."
Desiree tried to deny her most secret fantasy but it
was no use. The whole evening thus far had weakened
her, had opened her to the thrill of having her most
erotic of fantasies made reality and she felt herself
being swept away once again. Though she could not see
him and had not yet heard his voice, it was enough to
know that a man was in the room looking at her. She
wanted desperately to know what he thought; to hear
words of compliment from him, to hear the timbre of
desire lend richness to his voice. This time she was
not denied.
His voice was deep and slightly louder than a whisper.
She could hear the hesitancy in his first words as
though he too had to ease himself into this new role,
had to allow himself to be swept away by it. She
could feel his breath fan across her bare chest and it
caused goosebumps to rise and her nipples to pucker
tightly. His words caused her pulse to flutter
erratically and her breath to deepen.
"You have very nice tits Desiree." Joy's husband,
Dan, said admiringly and dropped his voice to a husky
whisper at Desiree's name. "I wish I had tits like
that," he added revealing that he too shared Desiree's
fetish. "Any man would enjoy sucking your nipples."
Desiree caught her breath when a hot tongue flicked
across first one nipple and then the other. Her mind
screamed with the realization that a man had her
nipple locked between his lips and was twirling his
tongue around it just as Amber often did. She moaned
against the ball lodged in her mouth and had she not
been wearing a blindfold her eyes would have flown
open in stunned shock. She could feel the stiff hairs
of Dan's moustache graze the flesh of her breast and
the sensation was both alarming and somehow satisfying
and some secret part of her made her lean forward,
pressing against the tongue that expertly bathed her
nipple.
"Look how much the slut likes it Dan." Joy commented
with a chuckle and pulled another moan deep from
within Desiree. "Amber told me that Desiree loves to
suck on a dildo. Why don't you give her your dildo to
suck Dan."
At this, Desiree once again pulled away and fought the
ribbons that held her captive. She did enjoy sucking
a dildo but had no intention of sucking a man's cock.
"I guess she needs another lesson in obedience." Joy
said matter-of-factly. "Help me get her over a
sawhorse, hun."
Desiree heard the scrape of a sawhorse being pulled
across the floor as someone, Dan or Joy, untied her
wrists. For a second her wrists were unbound but all
too quickly she was pulled down and her wrists retied
to the legs of a sawhorse while her ankles remained
fixed to the eyebolts in the floor. She felt padding
cushion her waist as it rested against the sawhorse
and new that Amber had planned even this. Even though
there was no denying the reality of what was
happening, Desiree still struggled with the knowledge
that Amber condoned, even planned, all that was taking
place.
Joy, strap once again in hand, took up a position
behind Desiree and hiked up her skirt. Without
warning she let the strap fall against the cheek of
Desiree's panty clad ass with enough force to cause
her to arch her back and moan. "Take the gag out of
her mouth Dan and get the dildo." Joy ordered as she
let the strap fall again.
Relieved of the ball gag, Desiree worked the stiff
muscles of her jaw before stating disobediently that
she would not suck the dildo. In response she got a
sound smack on the ass that made her whimper.
"You just need to be warmed up again, slut. Then
you'll do what you're told without argument." Joy
taunted as she smacked Desiree's upturned ass again.
"You love sucking the dildo. You fantasize that it's
a real man fucking your sweet mouth and then cumming
all over your face. You would love to be a
cum-covered slut, wouldn't you? Answer me and don't
lie!"
"No, nooo...that's just a fantasy." Desiree cried
out, her voice made hoarse by being gagged.
"Lying slut! You love having your mouth fucked with
the dildo! You love the thought of having cum
dripping from your lips! You love the thought of men
watching you suck a big hard cock! Tell me it's
true!" Joy spat the words and lent emphasis to each
sentence with a smack across Desiree's reddening ass.
Against her will, Desiree responded to the words and
the pleasurable sting of the strap. Her mind filled
with images of sucking Amber's dildo as her voice wove
fantasies about being watched doing it, about having
her mouth fucked like a slut, about having her face
covered in cum. Just as when Amber spoke the words,
Desiree felt her cock harden until it throbbed and a
primal lust swept through her. Her mind emptied of
all reservations and only the need to drown in the
illusion filled it.
She picked up the familiar scent of latex and her lips
parted, her tongue swept past them to lick the head of
the dildo as it rested against her lower lip. She
opened her mouth wider and the dildo entered, gliding
against her tongue until her mouth was full of it.
"Suck it slut! It'll get you primed for the real
thing!" Joy said harshly.
Somewhere in the back of Desiree's mind an alarm
sounded but it was too distant, obscured by the
sensation of the dildo gliding in and out of her mouth
and by the knowledge that others were watching her
suck it greedily. Suddenly, her mouth was empty, the
dildo taken away and she moaned to have it back, to
have her mouth full once again.
Not even Joy's instruction to her husband cooled
Desiree's need and the words simply rolled past the
edge of conscious thought. "Put a rubber on Dan. She
likes the taste of latex."
Once again the smell of latex wafted up her nostrils
and her mouth opened in conditioned response. Her
lips and tongue picked up the subtle differences, the
warmth of the cock sheathed in latex, the differing
pattern of veins along the shaft and the feel of crisp
curls against her lips when the cock glided into her
mouth to the hilt.
"Ahhhh yeah, suck it slut!" Dan moaned breathlessly
and Desiree complied willingly. She pulled the cock
into her mouth and masterfully twirled her tongue
around the head. The sensation of having her mouth
filled, of hips thrusting forward and back, of strong
hands holding her head steady and the sound of a man
groaning in pleasure fed the erotic fire within her
and it roared to life. She couldn't seem to get
enough.
"That's right slut, suck it hard. You suck it so
good!" Dan exclaimed between groans of ecstasy.
"Suck harder." Desiree complied with pleasure, his
words stroking her passion as sensuously as his cock
stroked her tongue.
"Ohhh God, I'm going to cum all over your face bitch!"
Dan gasped and Desiree moaned in delight. Suddenly
her mouth was empty and she heard the subtle glide of
latex. She lifted her face as though lifting it to
sunshine and felt warm drops of cum strike her smooth
cheeks.
"There. Now you're a cum covered slut." Joy
chuckled.
Desiree shuddered in response completely lost in the
illusion of being a true woman, a sex kitten
performing for an audience, a submissive slut being
made to do what ordinarily would not be done.
"You really like having your mouth fucked you little
slut. That was one of the best blow-jobs I've ever
had." Dan complimented and Desiree all but purred at
the sincerity in his voice. "If it feels that good to
fuck your mouth I can't imagine how good it'll feel to
fuck you."
For a moment Desiree didn't grasp the implication of
what he had said and when she did a bolt of fear tore
through her. "Nooo, no...you can't do that. Please,
no! Get Amber, she won't let you do that!"
"Desiree, Desiree." Joy said condescendingly. "Amber
wouldn't allowed any of this if she had a choice. But
like you, she has no choice since she's tied up in the
house helplessly watching on the net with everyone
else." Joy lied convincingly and watched Desiree
shake her head in disbelief. "You're completely at
our mercy, slut. Totally helpless."
Desiree heard Joy's footsteps behind her and felt a
warm hand on the cheek of her ass before being pinched
roughly and having her panties lowered to mid-thigh.
She struggled against the sawhorse to no avail and
tried to shut her mind to what was about to happen. A
well-lubricated finger slid past her anus and the
sphincter tightened in response. "Relax." Joy
ordered harshly and, of course, Desiree could not.
He legs grew weak at the sensation of being
finger-fucked in such a way and as much as she wanted
to, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. Within
moments she was moaning softly and lifting her ass
into the air. Then she heard a soft metallic jingle
and felt clips being attached to her nipples and
moaned at the pleasure-pain. During all of it, Joy
kept up a steady stream of reminders about the men
watching, about how much of a slut Desiree was, how
sexy she looked. Occasionally, Dan spoke up and said
that he couldn't wait to fuck her again and how good
it will feel like to be fucked like a woman. Desiree
didn't know who was finger-fucking her and no longer
cared. As always the words they used pulled her into
what was happening with abandon.
She felt more cold lubricant being applied to her anus
and felt warm hands settle on the cheeks of her ass.
Then slowly, gently she felt a cock enter her, gliding
smoothly into her until she felt stiff denim and the
cold metal of a zipper press against her skin. She
moaned in pleasure and revulsion, torn between the two
until well-lubricated strokes of the cock swept her
mind of everything except the pleasure of being
fucked.
While Dan slid his cock in and out of her, Joy brought
the dildo to Desiree's lips once again.
Automatically, Desiree opened her mouth and the dildo
slid smoothly in. She moaned mindlessly as she was
thoroughly fucked and her moans became even more
fevered when Dan began to speak. "Ahhh, you're so
tight. Tight like a virgin...it feels soooo good. I'm
going to cum again."
His cock slid from her and she felt his warm cum
splash against the cheeks of her ass. Desiree's own
cock was harder than it had ever been and she wanted
desperately to cum, to find release from the wicked
pressure gripping her balls. It took all of her
strength to deny herself this relief as she focused on
the overwhelming need to sink her cock into the warm
sheath of a pussy and explode into it's welcoming
depths. She wanted her wife.
The dildo glided from her mouth and she panted for air
as her heart jackhammered in her chest. She felt
strangely empty, almost bereft now that nothing filled
her. The feeling deepened when she realized that the
night's activities were drawing to an end.
"Go into the house Dan and get cleaned up while I
loosen the slut's bindings." Joy instructed her
husband and Desiree heard his footsteps head toward
the door. Before he walked out of the shed, he turned
back and told Desiree how much he had enjoyed meeting
her and looked forward to the next time. Desiree's
heart skipped a beat at the thought of repeating what
had just happened.
"I'm going to loosen these just enough so that you can
free yourself after I've left. I'll leave it to you
to untie Amber."
Desiree felt the ribbons around her wrists and ankles
loosen and she immediately began to work her hands
free. Joy silently let herself out of the shed and
went into the house to help with the final
preparations before leaving for home with her husband.
Just as they pulled out of the driveway, the
headlights of the car caught Desiree as she sprinted
into the house. Joy and Dan chuckled at how well the
illusion had been carried out and wished they could
watch as Desiree made the last discoveries about the
night.
Desiree entered the house and immediately made her way
to her office where she expected to find Amber. When
she entered her office she was surprised to find Amber
still tied to a chair with her mouth bound. Amber's
eyes were wide with shock and communicated pleas to be
untied. Desiree bents to the task even though she
would have preferred to leave Amber tied and rake her
over the coals for what had happened tonight. But, a
more pressing need had to be taken care of first.
The ribbons securing Amber to the chair fell away and
without stripping the gag from his wife's mouth;
Desiree pulled her out of the chair and bent her over
the edge of the desk. Holding her in place with one
hand pressed against her back, the other hand pulled
down her panties and her fingers sought Amber's pussy.
Desiree was startled to find his wife was excessively
wet, her juice even glistening on the insides of her
thighs. He didn't bother fingering her into readiness
since there was no need and roughly sank his throbbing
cock as deeply into her as he could. The mere feel of
the walls of her cunt tightening around his cock
brought him to the edge of climax and it took only a
few strokes before he was catapulted over. Never had
he felt such a strong orgasm as this one. It didn't
flow through him like a surging river of pleasure but
blasted through him like a tidal wave. Wave after
wave of hot cum spurted deep into his wife and he
cried out with wild passion as his fingers clutched
the flesh of her hips in a vice-like grasp. He
thought the orgasm would never end and didn't know how
he would be able to endure another second of the
intense pleasure. But it did end and he was left
panting, weak-kneed and unable to form a coherent
thought.
Long moments later he pulled the wig off of his head
unable to bear the feel of it any longer and pulled
the gag from his wife's mouth. He began to tell her
about all that was done to him and how he now felt
about being taken by a man. He shuddered and could
not find the words, unable to express how exciting it
had been during, but now, afterwards how ashamed he
was beginning to feel. He had always known without
doubt that he was heterosexual, but now....
Amber placed a finger to her husband's lips and told
him to shush. He protested but she kissed him
tenderly and told him not to worry. Then she picked
up a videotape off of the desk that he had not noticed
and led him to their bedroom. He offered no
resistance.
"Hunny, I wanted to make your deepest fantasy come
true and I did. But, even what you think was reality
was still all fantasy." Amber spoke softly, her voice
soothing.
Desiree glared at his wife in angry confusion. "What
the fuck are you talking about?"
"Watch. It was all a fantasy." Amber pushed a button
on the remote and the video began to whir in the
machine.
Desiree watched spellbound as everything he could not
see during the night was revealed to him. During the
whole thing Amber had been in the shed, she had been
the one touching him, sucking his nipples, using the
strap-on dildo to fuck his mouth and his ass. He
couldn't help but laugh uproariously when he saw his
wife with a fake mustache glued in place. The cock he
had felt in his mouth had been the condom sheathed
strap-on, the cum simply warmed k-y jelly. All the
while Joy and Dan had provided only the voices and
half the time had not even been watching.
The only time Joy had directly participated was near
the end when she had fucked his mouth with the dildo
because Amber could not be in two places at once.
Even though he watched the video, it was difficult to
believe that he had been so thoroughly fooled and
realized just how powerfully he had wanted this
fantasy...enough to convince himself that it was
becoming reality and to lose himself in it completely.
The doubts and self-recriminations after-the-fact left
him and he felt a surge of excitement fill him. Amber
did confirm that the whole thing had been sent out
onto the net and even now he had more than twenty
emails from watchers.
The thought that people had watched and had written to
him enflamed him and he hoped Amber was not too tired
and wouldn't get sore because he planned to bring some
of her fantasies to life over and over. First he was
going to tie her up in the shed and then......
THE END
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
I am a genetic female and an admirer of CDs. At the
top of the list is my B/F, who is the inspiration for
my stories. This story is long but hopefully worth it.
If you enjoyed it, please send feedback to
tastefullytrans@yahoo.com. I also write completely
customized stories.