Weekend Transformation

PART 3

       “Are you hungry?” Mistress asked me as I sat next to her on the bed slowly milking a beer for fear of having to pee every 30 minutes. That sounds like a relaxing time but have no doubts about it, she wasn't going to let me rest this weekend and right now was no different. She wasn't making me do anything active as we sat there watching the movie for awhile, but I was in another predicament that was mentally challenging me at the moment.

       There I sat with my back against the headboard, naked as I knew I'd end up having to stay most or all of the weekend, a black anal dilator (the 3rd size up in a set of 5) stretching my ass open for activities to come I'm sure, a spreader bar attached just above my knees keeping me spread for viewing to the tune of about two feet wide with a Hitachi wand vibrator taped to the center of the bar with the ball end pressing up against my bare shaft with a healthy wrapping of tape to hold it in place on the spongy sweet spot just below the head of my cock. She had set it on high as the movie started and ordered me to continue to not cum and that she'd turn it off when the movie was over.

       So there I was drinking beers watching a movie with her but in my mind I was doing everything within my power to forget my horniness to keep the sensations going on between my legs from making me break her orders and cause what I can only assume would be a harsh punishment.

       “Maybe a little” was all I could think to say in response to her question as my mind was currently preoccupied.

       “I'm gonna order up some room service. I'll order something light for you too then.”

       I heard her as she spoke on the phone and ordered herself a nice meal and a small salad for me. I might of spoke up to ask for something a little more interesting except for the fact that I wasn't allowed to speak without permission. I decided that I was alright with the salad since I'm a light eater by nature.

       “It'll be up in about thirty minutes Pet; just in time for the movie to finish and hopefully enough time to get dressed.”

       A couple of minutes later she ordered me to finish off my beer so she could get me another one. She must have put two and two together as to what I was doing by drinking so slow. “Trust me, you're gonna want a buzz tonight!” That sent a shiver up my spine as I as always being kept clueless as to what lay ahead. She hand me another beer and gave me five minutes to get it all down and then handed me another and said that one better be done by the end of the movie.

       Time crawled like a snail for me but the movie finally ended. She didn't turn the wand off until the very last credit had finished rolling across the screen and the music had stopped. She pulled the tape off the end of the wand that was pushed into my shaft and released the spreader bars. She told me to stand up in front of the bed. As I stood there, she fumbled through the suitcase which was currently acting as my toy box until she found exactly what she wanted. It was a pair of pink lacy partially see through panties in a thong style. She ordered me to put them on.

       I pulled them up my legs and arranged them neatly over my body trying to cover as much of my package as possible. The covered pretty much everything except the very edges of my ball sack which sagged out the sides where the material got too thin to benefit a male body. I adjusted my ass cheeks to let the thong in the back sink in just enough to be comfortable and then put my arms back down to my sides and stood there motionless once again.

       Mistress grabbed her purse off the desk and dug her hand in, eventually pulling out her wallet. She opened it up and took out a wad of cash folded in half and flipped through until she found what she wanted. She put the rest back and returned the wallet to it's home inside the purse. She walked over and stopped directly in front of me and stretched out her arm with the money. “Take it Pet.”

       Right then I realized what was about to happen and I almost lost my balance as my knees went weak with fear. “I'm going to freshen up in the bathroom. When the food comes, I want you to let them in and have them put the cart over by the window. You may not talk to them, not one word! When they are finished, hand them the money as a tip and then walk them back to the door. Knock twice on the bathroom door when that is all done to let me know dinner is ready and then get down on your knees with your hands folded behind your head in front of the bathroom and wait for me in that position. Your cock had better be hard when I open the door but you'd better not dare touch it! Use your dirty mind to arouse yourself!”

       It took everything in my power not to beg out loud as I was on the inside to not make me do this. Mistress was gonna let someone see me naked except for a pair of women's panties on that barely covered me and I couldn't even explain. PLUS, not that they'd notice unless they really looked, but I still had that anal dilator shoved inside of me! Then another thought scared the fuck out of me...'what if the delivery person is a woman and they see me like this?'

       Once again Mistress must have been reading my mind because as she was walking into the bathroom and getting ready to close the door she added, “If it's a woman and she tries to ask why you're dressed in that manner, then and ONLY then are you allowed to speak but only to ask her if she'd prefer you were naked. If she says yes then remove those panties and show her what you've got; and I want you to display it well for her to see everything...don't try to hide a thing from her. If she's taken by it and smiles or laughs, tell her that she may touch it if she'd like.” And with that said, she shut the door behind her and I was left to stand there alone and await my embarrassing fate.

       I was praying that they'd forget that we'd ordered food but eventually that knock came at our door and I heard the muffled voice through the door say “ Room service.” I walked slowly to the door physically shaking from head to toe in nervousness. I had to know what I was gonna be dealing with so I peaked through the peephole to see who was standing out there. I hadn't had the clear frame of mind to listen to the voice to tell me if it was a man or woman. Of course as luck would have it, it was a woman.

       I opened the door but tried as much as possible to keep the lower half of my body behind the protection of the door. I motioned with my left hand for her to come in. she pushed the cart through the door and asked, “Where would you like it” as she walked by me, not yet noticing how her customer was dressed. Mistress knew they'd ask this question and knew I'd be able to keep hiding if I could talk which is why she forbade it. This forced me to let go of the door and walk in front of her to go and stand where I wanted the cart.

       As I passed the woman and the cart I heard a vocal sound of surprise and as I instinctively turned toward her to acknowledge the sound, I could see her jaw open wide and her eyes glued to panties I was wearing. She could neither speak nor move for the better part of 30 seconds as I stood there facing her in front of the window where I wanted the cart.

       As I stood there looking back at her I noticed that she wasn't really attractive but she wasn't ugly either. She was white, probably mid twenties at best. Probably working nights through college or something. She had brown eyes and brown hair with a medium build and decent body but carrying what was probably the typical 'freshmen 20' on her.

       Through my deep crimson shade of red I tried to smile and motioned my arms for her to bring the cart over. Finally she got herself together enough to push the cart forward toward me but her facial expression never altered and her eyes never left my panties.

       Once the cart was in it's resting place I held out the money for her to take. She took it slowly, still eyeing my crotch and instead of turning to walk away normally, backed herself up one slow step at a time. I was starting to think I was going to get out of this with what little clothing I had on intact when she finally tripped over her own tongue and asked in a broken flow, “Why....are you... wearing...uh...those?”

       My heart sank as I knew I now had to speak and make it worse. “Would you prefer me to be...” I couldn't say the last word. I just couldn't! I had to though, I had no choice. “...naked?”

       At first she held on to her look of shock and just let out a quick grunt of air as if there was no way I could have possibly just asked that. Then she giggled at the surrealism  of the situation and responded with, “Um...men don't normally wear lacy panties.” I didn't know how to respond to this as I couldn't say anything except what I was permitted to say. Quick thinking lead me to ask the same question to her again in hopes of a yes or no answer.

       “Would you prefer me to be naked?”

       “I...I...sure.” she said followed by a full on laugh of embarrassment at being asked a question like that.

       Almost without hesitation I slipped my fingers through the waist band on either side of my panties and bent over a little as I slid them down my legs to the floor and then stood back up straight again. I spread my legs to shoulder width and let her eye my nakedness for awhile. She stood there with a smile and took mental pictures without saying a word back to me. I tried not to think about what was happening and almost didn't notice the ear to ear grin on her face which meant I had to speak again.

       “Would you like to touch it?” I asked. “You're allowed.”

       “Uh, I would but...I shouldn't.” she said with hesitation as her mind was saying yes but her prudence was saying no.

       “It's really o.k...You may if you'd like.”

       She walked back toward me not 100% sure this was a good idea but her curiosity was slowly getting the better of her and when she finally reached my side of the room, couldn't keep herself from reaching out her hand and lightly touching the top of it.

       “Go ahead...really.” I said

       “It took her a few touches to get her confidence but then took my whole penis in her hand from underneath and started to roll her fingers around the circumference. I couldn't help myself as she moved her hand around. My natural bodily instincts took over and I began to grow in her hand. She started to pull away as soon as she noticed this but then reached back again and allowed herself to feel it as it grew from her touch into a full on erection.

       She continued to explore for a minute or two and took a couple feels at my balls before finally backing away and stating, “I'd better go.”

       I couldn't speak to answer her on this so I just nodded and smiled, still red in the face as I watched her back step her way to the door, fumble around for the doorknob and eventually disappear to the other side as it closed in front of her.

       I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole and waited until she walked away down the hall and then, per Mistress' orders, walked over to the bathroom door, knocked twice, got on my knees in front of it and locked my hands behind my head. At that moment I was actually a little thankful that the delivery girl had gotten me hard because it was easier to think dirty and keep my cock in it's already solid erection than if I'd had to start from scratch.

PART 4

       

       Dinner was interesting. Mistress allowed me to talk but the rule was, no topic of a sexual nature. The conversation was quite nice actually. In most ways you would of thought it was just two people having a nice dinner in the room; except for a couple of 'minor' details. While Mistress wore a soft white hotel robe to dine in, her pet was naked with a dilator plug in, the next size up from the one that had been in me before we ate. I also had that monster hard-on from when I was kneeling in front of the bathroom door. When she came out to eat, she rolled a cock ring all the way down my shaft, tightly, and it stayed on all through our meal. The other interesting thing that may not be considered normal is that my hands were cuffed behind my back and Mistress was feeding me bites of my salad and making me sip beer through a straw at her will. The bites came sparingly but she had me go through at least three beers. Every now and then she would raise her foot up between my legs and rub my cock just to tease me. She had been putting quite a few beers back herself.

       When we had been done eating for a few minutes and were just sitting there talking and relaxing, she all of a sudden ordered me to come over to her on my knees. I slid out of my chair and took my 4 or 5 steps over to her as she slid her chair back to angle it out so I could kneel in front of her legs.

       “Open your mouth Pet.”

       I opened my mouth as she picked up a plastic cup she'd brought to the table and placed the edge of it in my mouth. “Grab it in your teeth firmly.”

       I did as she asked but she could sense the curiosity in my eyes.

       “I have to go but I don't feel like getting up. I want you to hold it steady. I've had quite a few beers so for your sake you'd better hope I don't have enough in me to fill the cup or you're gonna get a taste!”

       This was something I'd never experienced before. At first I was getting ready to sing the 'safe word' so I wouldn't have to go through it not being sure how I felt about it. Then I thought to myself 'How bad could it be if that happened? People have had to drink it to survive before and everything I'd ever read on the subject said that it isn't technically bad for you and won't do any harm.' So I saved my out from this since I was only allowed two free passes this weekend, meaning I could only use the safe word twice and I'd better not waste one so early!

       “If I fill it up before finishing, you must empty some of it so I can finish. You can do this any way you wish but the bathroom is awfully far away on your knees and if you spilled a single drop, I'd punish you big time!”

       She leaned forward and positioned herself over the cup. I was just praying she hit the cup right off, otherwise I was gonna have a face full.

       The first stream escaped from between her lips like a trickle and dripped into the cup. A few seconds later the second stream shot out more forcefully and bounced right off my nose like a back board and then into the cup. I had to squeeze my eyes closed so they wouldn't get any inside of them and burn. When the third stream came out, it caught and she began to relieve herself steadily. She let out a moan of satisfaction as it began to leave her and fill the cup.

       With the cup half filled she was still going strong and I started to get nervous. Two thirds and not a sign of letting up. Then three quarters. Only about a half inch from the top and it was still in full gear. I knew this wasn't going to end the way I was hoping at this point. The liquid reached the very top of the rim and was putting quite a strain on my teeth when Mistress pinched herself off to keep from spilling onto the carpet. My upper lip was engulfed in her warm liquid.

       “Well, what's it gonna be pet? I'm not done. Would you like to walk that over to the bathroom to empty it? It's really full!”

       I couldn't nod my head cause I'd spill the contents of the cup and the weight of it was really hard to keep in my mouth already; I might drop it altogether if I did.

       “Blink once for 'yes' and twice for 'no'.” I blinked twice knowing there was no way I'd make it.

       “Well, I'm not gonna order you to do the alternative cause I wouldn't make you do that, but you know there's only one other way to empty that cup!”

       I was well aware of that fact but didn't feel I had the choice given my circumstances.

       “Either start crawling or get to it, I still have to finish and don't want to keep holding it!”

       It took me a second to get up the courage to start but I finally took my first sip through my upper lip, between my teeth and into my mouth. It was enough to lower it from the rim but not enough to let her finish. “That's not gonna be enough for me to finish Pet. You're gonna have to get rid of more than that!”

       I hesitantly and slowly swallowed that first mouthful. It wasn't that horrible but it was really salty and making me thirsty; And it DID come from a pussy that I adored. The only problem was that when I went to take in the next bit, my lip couldn't reach it and since hands were bound, I couldn't angle the cup at all. I thought about this for a second and then came up with a plan.

       I bent over and placed the cup on the floor so I could release my grip. I inched my body back and then put my lips back on the rim and was able to angle it off the floor. I figured I might as well get this over with quickly and not have to do this again so I just started gulping it down. One sip...swallow. Two sips...swallow. Three sips...swallow. I repeated a couple more times without break and then placed the cup flat on the floor again as mistress watched and noticed as I looked up at her was also snapping pictures of it. I turned red in embarrassment...or at least felt like I did. When I looked back down at the cup it was almost half empty again. I figure this had to be enough room for her to finish so I gripped it in my teeth once again and lifted it back up to where I was before.

       She didn't speak a word as she leaned back into the cup and unclenched so the stream could be released once again. It shot out on my face just like earlier and then found it's aim into the cup. She finally came to a dripping finish but not before it was once again engulfing my upper lip in its' warmth.

       “You still have to empty that cup so you may not want it that full for your journey or you may spill it” she said.

       This time I didn't even think about it. I sipped the top portion into my mouth again and bent down to place the cup back on the floor in one motion. I leaned the cup over and just took two sips this time. I lifted the cup up as securely as I could and started making my way to the bathroom on my knees. Mistress took pics of it all the way.

       When I reached the bathroom I turned and entered the doorway where my knees switched from a soft carpet to a cold hard ceramic floor. It wasn't comfortable. I finally reached the toiled and thank god the top lid was up! I centered the cup over the seat and carefully began to angle my head sideways to let the rest of the liquid empty out into the toilet. Cup empty, I brought it back, still on my knees and once again found myself kneeling before my Mistress' legs as she sat back in the chair slouched enough so that her pussy was at the very edge of the seat.

       “Good Pet!”

       She took the cup out of my mouth and place it on the table and then let her back fall against the back rest of the chair. She looked down at me with a smile and said, “Now lick me clean  and make me cum with your dirty mouth my dirty Pet!”

       ...and I did!

PART 5

       I rested my head against the her left thigh with my nose still buried into her lips and still resting on my knees before her as she caught her breath once again from the wrath of THOR, the hardest working tongue in sex. I was deep in thought as to the crazy things I'd had to experience in just a few short hours since driving over innocently in my car wondering what my weekend would have in store for me.

       I had kind of expected that I would be performing for her in many ways so the stroking and the oral performances were no shock to me. What got me was that so soon into our time together she had taken some VERY kinky 'virginities' from me that I could have never imagined in a million years. I had been made to  present myself naked to a complete stranger and let her touch my most private body part. I had stood on display in a window that I still had no idea what the view was out of it and it's possible that many people had seen me in all my glory. Then there was the icing on the cake, I'd been forced to choose of my own will to not only taste but to digest my owners 'processed beer' so to speak. Not that I really minded in the end as I adored my owner and this was her weekend; I looked at it as yet another kinky way to show my loyalty and love for her body and willingness to care for her and pamper her in any way within my power. Some might consider what I did sick or dirty but I thought of it as erotically endearing and an experience probably no other man had ever had with this woman.

       I couldn't tell how much time had passed in my thoughts while I was lost in them but when I came to, Mistress was having a post orgasm hit to relax herself and looking down at me with an adoring smile of satisfaction at the situation she had been gifted by having a weekend Pet like me. I could see the joy in her eyes in that moment and it made it all worth it so far.

       I also saw a gleam in her eye of mischief and that gave me an early warning that as we sat like this together there were a million thoughts racing through her mind that she was sifting through to figure out what she wanted to do with me next. I would like to say that my cock got hard from that look but it was constantly reminding me with a throbbing that it was already hard and not allowed to get soft because it was trapped in a cock ring that was currently trapping the blood in, forcing my veins to bulge down the shaft and the head to swell to a much larger and more defined shape than normal while also sporting a dark reddish-purple color. I was also being constantly reminded of the fact that my will was completely hers by the stretching of my ass with the large dilator stuffed inside of it.