CHAPTER 1 – DESIRES EXPOSED

We were driving home from another stupid client entertainment dinner.  I was getting fed up with being eye candy on my husband’s arm.  After all, I was a Phi Beta Kappa in Psychology at State before being wooed and wedded by advertising guru Paul James.  Paul was a master at selling.  I swear—Paul could sell shit to hog farmers who usually had more shit than they could ever possibly use.

I sat back in the thick luxurious seat of Paul’s Mercedes CLS 550.  I was almost asleep when he spoke, “Liz, hon, you read that ‘Fifty Shades of Gray,’ didn’t you?”

“Yeah, it was pretty interesting…kind of weird…but interesting,” I answered.

“Wasn’t that supposed to be based on a true story?”

“That’s what they say, but who really knows.  There’s no way to identify the people involved and I’m pretty sure they’ve kept the nature of their relationship secret, so I have no idea if it’s real or not.”

Paul was silent—thinking—for several minutes before continuing, “Ever see yourself in that kind of relationship?”

“NO!”

“I do…fairly often actually, but probably not in the role you think.”

“What?  That would mean you’d be submissive…wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah.  Can’t you see me as a submissive?”

“Truthfully…no.”

“Why not?  Just think of some of my actions in bed.  Don’t I like it when you jerk me off?”

“Sure…but….”

“Ever think what that means?”

“Sure…I did major in psych, you know.  It means you gave me power over your orgasm.  OH! I see what you mean…submissive.”

“Right, and what about when we’re fucking?  Don’t I like to pull out and have you finish me with your hand?”

“Yeah, but I always thought you just wanted to cum all over me.  I guess that could be submissive, too.”

“Haven’t I offered to be your sex slave for a day or even a weekend?  And, don’t forget, I did ask you to buy a strap-on and fuck my ass while I jerk off.  I don’t think there’s anything more submissive than that.”

“Hmmm, I guess you’re right.  You could be submissive, but that’s only sex.  Being submissive means a lot more than that.  As a psych major I’ve never believed that the word ‘submissive’ is a noun; it’s an adjective.  Anyone in that kind of relationship is more a slave than anything else.”

“Hmmm…I never thought about it like that…you’re probably right…all the same I think I’d like it…if I were submissive to you, that is.”

“Hmmm…well, I see were almost home.  I’m really beat. I didn’t enjoy that obnoxious Ralph Martinson eying my tits all night and his hands…ugh! The things I do for your business.”

“Well…you were the most beautiful, not to mention the sexiest woman there.”

“Big deal…I’m 32…the rest of them must have been in their fifties or sixties.  I do admit I have nice tits, though.”

“Nice?  Now there’s an understatement if I ever heard one.  What say I play with them a while then I’ll let you jerk me off.”

“If you’re going to be submissive you’re going to do a lot more than that.  I need to cum pretty badly after all that pawing.  Warm up that talented tongue and then we’ll talk about your needs.”  Paul pulled the car into the garage and we hurried in, both of us wanting our hunger addressed.  I led Paul to the bedroom where I turned and folded myself into his arms.  We kissed deeply, our tongues eagerly exploring each other’s mouth.  I moved my hand to his belt, opened it and let his pants fall to the floor.  I took his hard cock into my hand.  I could see how Paul might be submissive.  As I thought back I realized that I usually led the way when we had sex.  Could I…would I be willing to dominate him?  I wasn’t sure, but that was a subject for another time.

I stepped away and removed my clothes.  This was an expensive dress.  I had no desire to see it on the floor.  I removed my bra—34D—and my panties.  I began to slide my stockings down my legs, but stopped.  I sat in the chair and called Paul to me.  “Kneel down and help me take these off, will you, Paul?”  Surprisingly, he did.  He pulled each stocking gingerly down my long smooth legs, taking care not to cause a run.  I piled them on the chair back as I spread my legs.  “You heard me in the car.  I need it badly so get in here and do me.  Then I’ll gladly take care of you.”

Paul leaned forward leading with his tongue.  Paul had eaten my pussy before, but not often…certainly not as often as I would have liked, but if he wanted anything from me tonight he was going to eat it and do a really good job of it.  Paul was tentative at first, licking my labia.  In only minutes they were red and inflamed in their need.  I spread my legs further, inviting him to my sex.  I grabbed Paul’s head and pulled him into my crotch.  He attacked my cunt with his tongue and fingers.  He rammed two fingers into me, spreading my tight pussy as he searched and found my G-spot.  Damn, that felt so good!  He rubbed that tender sensitive spot repeatedly as he shifted his attention to my clit.  Paul was always good with my clit and tonight was no exception.  He licked all around it, teasing me and holding me just below the edge—just short of my much-needed orgasm.  When he nibbled my hard button and pulled it between his teeth I exploded.  My back arched severely and I jumped from the chair, rising more than a foot before falling down exhausted.

Paul relaxed, his head resting on the inside of my smooth soft thigh while I recovered from my sweet ordeal.  In time I stood and pulled him onto the bed to lie next to me.  I ran my nails around his nipples, down his abdomen and around his penis.  It throbbed in his excitement.  The arteries pulsed, hard and purple along his shaft.  The head was swollen, a sure sign of his arousal.  It came to me, not for the first time, that I could easily control Paul by controlling his penis.  Now there was food for thought!

I leaned over Paul, encouraging him to touch and fondle my breasts.  I moved one nipple over his mouth; he reached up immediately to suckle.  I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to stroke slowly and gently.  Yes, I had him entirely in my control, but if I took total control what would I do with it?  Continuing down our present path seemed pointless.  Some kind of change would be called for, but what?  How?  I dribbled some baby lotion over his cock and increased my pace.  Paul closed his eyes and his breathing became shallow and erratic.  I sat up, pulling my teat from his mouth so I could use two hands.  I rotated my hands as I stroked faster and faster.  Suddenly, Paul tensed and, driving his hips up, shot rope after rope of hot slippery cum over his abdomen and chest.  He sagged exhausted.  I looked at my semen-covered hands, scooped up whatever semen I could from his deflating penis and moved them to his mouth.  “Open up,” I told him, “You made this mess; you can clean it up.”  Reluctantly—slowly--his mouth opened and I wiped my fingers with his tongue.  “Keep it open, you’re not done yet,” I told him as I scraped as much as I could from his body, even going so far as to squeeze the last few drops from his wilting penis.  This time he was more willing.  He opened his mouth, extended his tongue and licked my fingers clean.  I shifted us around, pulled the blankets over us and we went quickly to sleep.

I slept soundly, but woke early.  My mind was active—I was thinking about what Paul had said and about his obviously submissive behavior last night.  My studies had shown that many very driven and successful men had a strong submissive side.  I’d check out the internet this morning once I was sure Paul had left for work.  I drifted back to sleep, my plans beginning to take shape.

It’s amazing what you can find on the internet.  I read a lot of stories about femdom and slavery, but most of them were ridiculous.  Stories about men blackmailed into slavery for the silliest reasons were absurd.  How anyone could even believe that crap was amazing.  More believable were the blogs about domination and submission, dealing with a submissive partner, and the role of the dominant.  More important were the ideas I was able to get about what to do with my husband if I decided to go forward.  The last time I worked this hard was when I was writing my thesis.  I learned that being a dominant was a lot of work and even more responsibility.

There was a lot more than getting off and beating the shit out of the submissive.  I’d be responsible for everything—all the decisions, financial and otherwise; Paul’s health and well-being, his clothes, his chores, like I said—everything.  I wasn’t all that sure I wanted to do it.  Then I figured out what I would do with him.  I laughed—it was funny, but it was also extremely doable.

Domination was all about control—mind control.  Control was nothing more than a state of mind—psychological control.  I was a psychology major with an M.S. and PhD.  It seemed like a perfect fit for me.

CHAPTER 2 –SUBMISSION

It was almost three months after that memorable evening that I decided to act.  I sat in a comfortable chair in our living room early on a Thursday evening.  I was wearing a short black skirt and no underwear.  I had a brown paper sack from the market at my feet.  I was ready.  “Paul,” I called, “would you come in here for a minute?”

“Hi, hon…what’s up?”  Paul sat in the adjacent chair.

“Do you recall the conversation we had a few months ago about ‘The Fifty Shades of Gray?”

“Uh, yeah…sure.  Why?”

“Do you still feel the same way…about submitting to me?”

“Uh…yeah, why?”

“You don’t sound so sure...not as sure as you seemed to be that night.”

“I’m sure.  It’s just that you took me by surprise.  Are you telling me you want to do it?”

“Let me put it this way…you need to be on the floor…now!”  Paul looked at me incredulously, but he slowly slid off the chair onto the floor.  I pointed to a spot between my legs.  Paul moved to where I had indicated.  “Good boy.  Get used to being there; you’ll be there a lot.  Now I want you to stand and remove your clothes—all of them.  Lay them on the table here, even your shoes.”  Stunned by this turn of events Paul stood and slowly removed his clothing.  He laid everything on the table as I had told him.

“Do you voluntarily give yourself to me?  To serve me?  To obey without question?  To be my property?”

“Yes…Ma’am.”

“I think you should call me Miss Liz.  Now there’s something I need to do.  Then we’ll talk about some rules for you to follow.  It will be much easier for me to control you here.”  I reached up and touched his forehead, “when I control you here.”  I touched his cock.  It was growing with his obvious excitement.  I reached into my bag and removed the custom-made stainless steel cock cage.  I placed the ring over his testicles and pulled his hard penis into the ring, I went back to the bag for an ice pack, having anticipated his arousal.  I laid it on his cock and it shrunk almost immediately.  I slid it easily into the tube and locked it securely with the special screws that came with it.  I watched Paul’s expression as I placed the wrench onto a silver chain and dropped it over my head.  The wrench disappeared between my breasts.

“Very good, dear.  Now go to the coat rack by the front door.  You’ll see two items there.  Don’t worry, you’ll know which ones to bring back to me.  When you come back you can resume your position between my legs.”  Paul turned, still in a daze, and walked to the door. We have an antique coat rack there for jackets and hats.  Today there were two additional items on one of the hooks.  He returned and sat between my legs.  He handled the items to me.  “You are to wear this collar whenever you are at home.  I bought it for you at Petco.  See what the name plate says?”

He took the pink rhinestoned collar from me and read the small metal plaque.  “Paula?”

‘Yes, that’s who you’ll be when you’re here with me.”  I took the leather collar and fastened it around his neck.  “You know that I have no siblings…no family at all.  I always wanted to have a sister or, at least, a girlfriend to talk with and go shopping with.  That’s going to be your role.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to embarrass you or humiliate you.  Nobody will know except you and me.  In time we’ll go out together, but I guarantee that nobody will recognize you.  When you go to work you’ll remove the pink collar and replace it with this gold chain.  You have a sixteen and a half inch neck; this chain is seventeen inches.  It’s heavy so you’ll know it’s there and, of course, you’ll have your cage as a constant reminder of your submission to me.  Any questions so far?”

“Are you going to make me go naked at home like I’ve read about?”

“No, but I will decide what you will wear.  Since you’ll be Paula it will be women’s clothes.  I’ll still let you play golf and, of course, I’ll still go to your boring client dinners.  Outwardly, we’ll be the same loving couple.  In reality we’ll still be loving, but I’ll pull all the strings.  If you are going to be submissive to me I will make the decisions and you will obey.  If you want to back out now would be a good time to speak up.”  Paul was silent.

“As I told you, ‘submissive’ is not a noun, it’s an adjective—a word that describes your state of mind.  I also told you that you would be my slave, but I’m not going to torture you or humiliate you unless you force me to.  There are more effective ways to control you.  Do as you are told and we will have no problems.  Right now I’m feeling a lot of stress so I need to cum.  That’s your job. Get in there and lick me good.  Then we’ll go to step two in your transformation.”

Paul leaned forward and licked my labia.  They were red and inflamed with desire in seconds.  He attacked my tunnel, forcing his strong tongue deep into my inner core.  I swear I had never run so much pussy juice in my life—that’s how excited I was from the day’s developments.  I pushed my hips out, encouraging him to lick even harder.  He sucked my entire cunt into his mouth causing blood to flow into my sex.  Every part of my pussy was pulsing in delight.  He moved to my clit; it was hard and hot.  I could see it was bright red from engorgement with blood.  It was, after all, the female equivalent of a penis.  Somehow he managed to suck it between his teeth and when he did I couldn’t hold back.  I wrapped my legs around his head and squeezed for all I was worth.  It was an orgasm to end all orgasms.  I thought this might work out pretty well after all.

Once I had recovered I told Paul to take next week off from work, “You just closed that big Cartwright deal.  You can use the time off and there are a lot of things I want to do with you…preparing you for your new life.  On Saturday we’ll go on a little trip.  We’ll go shopping for some feminine attire for you; that’s why we’re going away.  If we’re fifty miles from here it’s not likely that we’ll run into anyone who knows you.  Now I want to take you into the shower.”  I attached a pink leash to his collar and led him away.

Paula noticed for the first time a chain hanging from the shower ceiling.  “I’m going to handcuff you, Paula because I don’t want you moving around when I do this.  I’m going to try really hard not to hurt you, but I will need your cooperation.  I cuffed his wrists and fastened them to the chain with a padlock.  He had to stretch to touch the floor.  “Good girl, Paula—now I want to put this bathing cap over your hair and a blindfold over your eyes.  I’m going to use a depilatory on your skin to remove your body hair.  I don’t want it on top of your head and I definitely don’t want it in your eyes.  Just hold still for a few minutes.”  I used great care in placing the cap over her head tucking her long hair under the protective rubber.  Then I added the blindfold.  I kissed her cheek and told her I was very pleased with her cooperation. I removed my clothes, added a pair of vinyl gloves and pulled the two quart bottles of depilatory from under the sink.  I carefully rubbed it into her chest and back, under her arms.  In ten minutes I had covered her entire body.  Then I addressed her face.  I was extremely careful around her mouth, reminding her several times to remain still.  Finally, I removed the cock cage and eliminated her pubic hair.  I let her stand there for almost ten minutes until I turned on the shower allowing her skin to rinse.

I dried her in the shower, keeping her hands cuffed until I was able to return her cock cage to her body.  A moisturizing lotion soothed and softened her skin.  “You’ll notice I kept you handcuffed until your cock cage was back in place.  You will never touch your penis again.  It belongs to me so I’ll be the one to touch it, how often will depend on how you behave with me.  If you cooperate fully and without hesitation I might let you out once a week or so, maybe even more often.  Misbehave and it might be months before you see your next orgasm.

“Now you’re dry and I want to get you ready for bed.”  I went to my closet and removed a short white nightie.  I slipped it over her head; it came to her soft upper thighs.  I sat her on the bed and continued my explanation, “Tomorrow when you come home I will have a notary here.  I have some papers for you to sign.  As my slave you can’t expect to own anything.  After all, you are just my property.  You will sign over all your assets and your company to me.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to cheat you.  I’m going to take the very best care of you.  However, as my slave you will forfeit all of your human and husband’s rights.  A slave does not have sex with her mistress.  I have some ideas in that regard, but we’ll get to them down the road a bit.  I don’t want to overload you with too much too soon.

“On Saturday morning we’ll get up early so we can get to the shops before they become too crowded.  We’ll go to high-end shops where we’ll get personal service.  I will not allow the salesgirls to make fun of you.  You’ll need clothes, lingerie, shoes, stockings, and so forth.  I’ve already bought you foam breast forms.  When we add a wig you’ll look very feminine.  We’ll practice all week walking and doing makeup, how to dress, how to use the bathroom…everything an attractive woman needs to know.  What, dear Paula?”

“Am I going to use the ladies’ room?  I don’t want to get arrested.”

“Yes, you most certainly will.  You’ll be dressed like a woman…you’ll look and act like a woman…and as far as anyone knows you’ll be a woman.  Of course, you’ll use the ladies’ room.  It’s not like the men’s room, you know.  It’s all private toilets, besides I think you’ll have to sit in order to pee anyway.  That reminds me of something else, but it can wait until tomorrow.

“So far as sex is concerned, you will give me oral orgasms daily.  When you are released you will be cuffed either to the bed or behind your back so you don’t touch your penis.  I will jerk you off when you are really good.  At other times I might simply milk you by massaging your prostate to get rid of your built-up semen.  Either way I will expect you to drink it just like you did that night.  You expect me to swallow it, so you can, too.  As you can see I have been very busy.  Being the dominant partner is a lot of work.  Now go to sleep.”  I tucked Paula into bed and kissed her good-night.  Turning off the light I left and went to the computer.

CHAPTER 3—FIRST DAY OF SLAVERY

The following morning Paula returned to Paul, changed his collar for his chain and went to work.  I drove to the lawyer and reviewed all the papers I would need.  She assured me that she would be at our home by five so she could notarize Paul’s signature.  My next stop was at the office of a gynecologist who was a well-known feminist—more than a feminist, she was a strong believer in female domination.  We had spoken on the phone many times over the past three months.  She strongly supported my efforts to subjugate and feminize my husband.  I left her office with two prescriptions, one for heavy-duty hormones—estrogen—the other for a hypnotic, a drug to make Paula more receptive to my leadership.

All this might seem cruel, even unnecessary, but it was for Paula’s good.  In a typical week Paul might work seventy or eighty hours.  He was driving himself to an early grave; his doctor had told him several times to take it easier.  We were already multimillionaires with more than ten million in investments.  I knew he had been offered twenty million for his agency and had rejected it out of hand.  I figured I could get thirty, and if I could, I’d sell the damned thing in a second.  I valued her life more than all the money in the world.

Paul returned home at 5:15, changed his chain for the collar and became Paula again.  I introduced him to the attorney.  Once more I gave him an out, “If you plan to back out darling now would be a good time.”

“No, Miss Liz, it’s what I want.  I trust you so let’s just sign.”  Gloria showed her all the forms and where to sign them.  (S)he signed where appropriate as did I.  In ten minutes we were done.  I wrote a check for the attorney and she left.

“I’m very proud of you, Paula.  Now let’s get you out of those clothes.  I bought you a few things today, but they can wait until we come home from dinner.  We’re going out first to have our nails done and then to dinner.  I have a surprise for you when we get home.”  I drove us to the nail parlor where we each had a pedicure and manicure in that order.  We sat together in the back of the parlor soaking our feet and having the nails shaped and filed.  I told the technician that I wanted her nails shaped exactly like mine.  When he asked about polish color I told him we would both have Covergirl Ever Reddy.  He looked at me and then at Paula but remained silent—OK, he didn’t say anything in English, but I had no idea what he said in Vietnamese.  Paula put her socks and shoes on and we went for our manicures.  I allowed her clear varnish while I had the same Ever Reddy applied to my nails.  We left there around seven for dinner.

When we got home I took Paula’s chain off and replaced it with her collar.  I used the leash to lead her to the bedroom.  Once there she removed her clothes on my command and I cuffed her hands to the headboard, her legs to the corners at the bottom of the bed.  “I’m very pleased with how you are adjusting to your new life. Paula.  I expected an argument from you on your toenails.  I’m going to reward you.  That’s why your hands are cuffed.”  I removed the wrench and opened her cock cage.  I barely had it off when it hardened and grew.  “Just you relax Paula…I’ll take care of everything.”  I leaned down for a long deep kiss.  Paula did not put her tongue into my mouth—it would have been inappropriate for a slave to take such liberties.  My tongue explored her mouth eagerly.  My fingers tickled her nipples.  They were tiny, but I had a plan for them, too.  I ran my fingers up and down her shaft, giggling as I saw her cock jump and shake.  “My goodness, Paula, your clit sure is ready.  From now on you will refer to this as your clit.  Do you understand, Paula?”

“Yes, Miss Liz, it is my clit.”

“Good girl, Paula, now let’s see if we can get you off.  I don’t think it will take too much.  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and gripped lightly.  The heat it gave off was amazing.  I thought it was the hardest I had ever experienced.  Just wait until I had denied her for a week or more.  I gripped her balls, enjoying the sensation of the baby smooth skin in my hand.  Paula obviously enjoyed it, too.  She groaned with delight.  Ever so slowly I began to stroke, tightening my grip and increasing my pace as I went.  In only two minutes Paula was straining against her bonds, not to escape; it was an expression of her desire—her reaction to being masturbated.

My pace increased again and I could see Paula tense her muscles.  Her ejaculation was accompanied by a loud and long grunt.  Semen rained over her chest, dropping in globs here and there until, at last, she sagged exhausted.  “Remember what I told you, Paula?  Where is all this delicious semen going?”

“In my mouth, Miss Liz.   I’ll take it all.  May I clean your fingers?”  Paula opened her mouth and licked my fingers clean.  I used my fingertips to scoop up the remaining semen from her chest and she eagerly licked her cum until she was clean.  I went to the bathroom and returned with a hot washcloth.  I washed Paula’s clit from top to bottom and replaced the cock cage, securing it in place with the wrench.  I released Paula from her bondage and pulled her from the bed.  “You are my slave, Paula, not my husband.  You will sleep in the guest room.  Come and see how I’ve decorated it for you.  I’ve already put some of your new clothes in the closet.”  I led her to the room.  We’d rarely used it in the past, but I had redecorated.  The paint was pink, the curtains lacey.  I had purchased a new bedroom set, white enamel--perfect for a young girl.

“I’m going to restrain you while you sleep, Paula.  I will place these headphones on you.  You will listen to them all night, even while you are sleeping.  Now, lie down and let me get you ready.”  Paula lay on the bed in her white nightie.  I fastened her wrists and ankles to the bed.  The bindings were a little loose so she could be comfortable, but not so loose that she could remove the headphones which I fastened to her head with a leather strap.  I raised the blankets over her, tucked her in, gave her the hypnotic medication, and kissed her goodnight.  “Sleep well, Paula, we have a big day tomorrow.”  I started the CD player and left the room.  All night long Paula would hear my message, “Your name is Paula.  You are a slave girl.  You live to serve your mistress.  You love your mistress more than anything.  Her happiness is all you live for….”

I had told Paula to call me “Miss Liz.”  The CD message referred to me as “Mistress.”  I hoped that I could monitor her progress by what she called me.  It turned out I was right—more right than I could have hoped for.

CHAPTER 4--SHOPPING

As I promised we arose early Saturday morning.  I walked in to Paula’s room at 6:45.  The CD player was still running, the headphones firmly in place.  I turned the machine off and removed them, waking Paula in the process.  “Good morning, Paula.  How is my beautiful slave this morning?”

“Wonderful, Mistress…I slept extremely well.  May I serve you in some way this morning?”

“Yes, Paula.  Once I release you make your bed and dress in the clothes I’ve laid out on your chair.  You can make the breakfast—coffee, bacon, and fried eggs.  Make enough for two, but set only one place at the table.  You will eat in your place, and where is that?”

“On the floor, Mistress, between your legs.  May I lick your delicious pussy while you eat?”

“We’ll see…we have a busy day ahead of us.  Now get moving you wench.”  Paula did as she was told; I fed her bits of egg and bacon from my fingers as she laid her head against my thigh adoringly.  I quizzed her during breakfast:

“What is your name? “

“Paula, Mistress.”

“What is your purpose in life?”

“I am your willing slave.  I exist only to serve you, Mistress…to bring you pleasure.”

“You can bring me pleasure now.  Lick me to an orgasm.”  Paula used her mouth and tongue to bring me to a delicious orgasm. What a wonderful way to begin the day.  “I need to pee, Paula.  Will you take it from me?”

“Yes, with pleasure, Mistress.”  She sealed her mouth against my cunt and drank greedily the acrid urine from my body.  When I was done she licked me clean.  I helped her with the dishes and we were out the door by 8:00.  In our past life Paul would have driven.  Now as the dominant partner I drove, Paula, neatly dressed in her white polo top and black Capri’s sitting quietly beside me.  Paul’s hair was usually in a pony tail, symbolic, I guess, of his artistic nature.  Today I had it combed down around his head.  One day, possibly next week I’d have it styled.

Our first stop was Victoria’s Secret.  We walked in the door just after opening.  I found a young eager salesgirl and took her aside.  “I want at least fifteen sets of underwear—all of them extremely feminine and sexy.  They’re for my husband, Paula.  I won’t tolerate any laughing at her, do you understand?  Do you have a large dressing room big enough for the three of us?”

She looked at me unbelieving until I took Paula in tow; she led us to a room marked “Staff Only.”  “Paula, you will have to remove your clothing so this young lady can measure you.  Lay your clothes on the chair.”  Obediently, Paula shed her clothes and stood naked except for her cock cage.  The young woman watched unbelieving until I reminded her that I had a hundred dollar bill for her cooperation.  She measured Paula’s waist and hips then disappeared for several minutes, returning with several types of panties she thought would fit.  I had Paula try them on and rejected almost half as not sexy enough.  Ultimately, we bought fifteen pairs in assorted colors.  I told Paula to keep a black pair on.  She was pleased not to be naked.  Next we tried on garter belts, bras, and stockings.  I had bought breast forms online, size C, to fill out the bra.  The salesgirl helped me tape them in place. I also bought several corsets and waist cinchers to feminize Paula’s body and several cute nightgowns and teddies. 

Paula wore the panties, garter belt, stockings, bra, and breast forms out of the store.  She looked very feminine, except for her shoes.  I gladly gave the girl the hundred—she earned every penny.

Our next stop was a shoe store.  Once again I told the salesgirl what I expected.  We bought several pairs of sandals, flats, and heels—2-inch, 3-inch, and 4-inch.  I’d see that she got plenty of practice in the next week.  She wore the sandals out of the store.  I threw the sneakers in the trash.

We walked along the mall—two women out for a day of shopping.  Paula attracted no more attention than I did.  “You see, Paula,” I commented softly, “you look like a woman, you’re dressed like a woman, that’s what everyone sees.  You fit in beautifully.  That’s also because you are a beautiful woman.  Do you see anyone staring at you?  No, of course not.”  I squeezed her hand and smiled.

“Thank you Mistress.  I knew I could trust you not to embarrass me.  I love you, Mistress.”

“I love you, too, my slave girl.”  We spent four hours shopping and spent more than three thousand dollars.  It was money well spent.  We went to lunch and afterwards we went to the ladies’ room together.  I applied some lipstick to Paula’s lips and we left.  Before we went home we made one more stop—at a wig store.  I bought a short wig with curly hair.  Paula’s hair was dark brown; the wig was dark blond.  She looked great in it—beautiful and sexy.

Back at home an hour later we carefully placed all the purchases in her dresser and closet.  I showed her how to hang the skirts and the best ways to fold and store her lingerie.  “Take off your blouse and Capri’s, Paula.  Bring your new shoes into the living room...not more than five minutes, now.”  I sat in my chair and opened my legs.  Paula found her way there—to her place in less than the time allotted.  I patted her head and told her what a good girl she was.  “Take off the sandals and put on the 2-inch heels.  I think you should sit up here for this.  You might have trouble standing otherwise.”

I held Paula’s hand as she learned to walk in heels.  I emphasized good posture and swaying her hips, much as I would do.  We spent an hour in the 2-inch heels and she showed considerable progress.  I had her change to the 3-inch.  This was a bit more difficult; she had a lot of trouble at first holding her balance.  Her posture was terrible, but it would come along over the next week.  We took a break for dinner; I had Paula make us BLT sandwiches.  We ate in the living room, me at the table Paula on the floor.  After dinner I had Paula draw me a bath. I relaxed in the hot water while she washed every part of my body.  Paula lovingly dried me with a big fluffy towel; I showed my appreciation by giving her a long deep kiss.  I allowed Paula to shower and awaited her return in the living room.  Fifteen minutes later she was dressed for bed in the red teddy I had laid out for her; she took her place between my legs, her head resting on my thigh.  I stroked her face and ran my fingers through her hair while I read my latest psychology journal.

Many dominants control their slaves through pain—beatings and torture.  I viewed that approach as primitive and unreliable.  It was also potentially dangerous.  It would be much more effective to mold Paula’s brain to my commands through the hypnotic drug and the suggestions I would give her every night.  I put her to bed at ten, securing her hands and ankles to the restraints.  I gave her the medication, making sure she had swallowed it completely and turned on the CD again.  This time the message went like this:

“My name is Paula.  I am a beautiful sexy female slave.  I live only to serve my Mistress.  I love my Mistress more than anything else.  I love it when my Mistress uses me for sex.   I love sex with both women and men.  I love sucking cock.  I love drinking cum from a big hard cock.  I enjoy having my anus penetrated.  I love having a butt plug in my ass.  My name is….”

I would use these CD’s every night, sometimes repeating the messages.  Each new one would help to make Paula more submissive and more useful.  I had already told her that she would not fuck me, however I knew that I would need penetrative sex.  That meant bringing new men into the bedroom.  I wanted Paula to be a part of that.  She could suck my lover’s cock and clean the two of us afterwards.  I would eventually allow them to fuck her in the ass.  Through my suggestions I could ensure that she only felt extreme pleasure.

CHAPTER 5—TRAINING DAYS/SELLING THE FARM

I worked Paula hard all weekend long, but I gave her a rest on Tuesday.  I secured her to her bed and used the CD to reinforce her training.  I had other business.  I went to meet with Roger Thorne.  Roger was a competitor of Paul’s and it was he who had offered to buy Paul’s agency.  Personally, I found the man to be an arrogant twit, but this was business and I wasn’t going to let my personal feelings get in the way of a deal.

Roger undressed me with his eyes as he led me into his office; I couldn’t help but notice.  I explained that I now had ownership of Paul’s agency.  I had to be careful—I almost called him Paula.  I explained that I might be willing to sell if the price was right and that twenty million wasn’t right.  Surprisingly, he agreed and offered me twenty-five.  “I kind of like thirty-five,” I replied.

“Ha! I thought you would, but why should I give you thirty-five?”

“Roger,” I began, “let’s cut through all the bullshit, shall we?  I’ll make you a bet.  You’re what…50?  I’ll bet you I can get you off twice in an hour…right here…right now.  If I win you pay thirty-five; if you win I’ll sell at twenty-five.  Deal?”

Roger laughed for more than five minutes before becoming serious.  “You gonna get naked for this?”

“Absolutely! So…?”

“It’s a deal.  I’m lucky if I get it once every two weeks at home, so the first one should be pretty quick, but you’re gonna work your sweet ass off to get the second.”  I rose and shook his hand, moved to the door and locked it as he told his secretary not to disturb him.  I returned and began to slowly strip.  “You can start the clock as soon as I’m naked.”  I could hardly see him nod behind his drooling mouth.  I stood before him pirouetting and giving him a really good look.  I had studied the effect of visual stimuli on male sexual responses in grad school so I knew exactly what I was doing.

Suddenly, I turned and opened his belt, pulling his pants to his ankles.  His cock was so hard I could barely believe it.  I took him into my mouth, licked all around the head and swallowed him deep into my throat.  I used my throat muscles along with my tongue and I wasn’t the least surprised when he sprayed my tonsils with his cream.  I backed off, “That’s one!  Fifty-two minutes to go.”

He laughed, “That was the easy one.  What you got in mind for the hard one?”  I grabbed his shirt and pulled him off his chair, dropping him onto the floor.  I took his hand and led it to my cunt.  I let him feel my wetness and my heat.  He couldn’t resist rubbing my slit and fingering me.  I knew he thought he was distracting me, but what he was really doing was turning himself on.  I could tell by his breathing that he was getting really hot to fuck.

I moved my hands to his cock.  It took me less than two minutes to make him hard.  I looked him in the eyes as I straddled his hips.  I rubbed his cock into my slit, arching my back and thrusting my D-cup breasts into his face.  All this was carefully planned.  I sank on his cock and began to rock.  I took it slow at first, but increased my tempo quickly.  I used my Kegel muscles to flex my pussy and squeeze his cock as I bent it back and forth.  I was only on him for five minutes when he blew his load.  Now it was my turn to laugh, “Amateur!  You owe me thirty-five million.”

“Tell you what…let’s make it an even forty.  That’s the best blowjob and the best fucking I’ve ever had.  That Paul is a lucky man.”  I had him write a promise to purchase with the amount, date, and his signature.  We spent almost an hour hammering out the details as I sat naked on the opposite side of the desk.  He tried to grab my tits several times, but I laughed, “Sorry, Roger, that boat has left the dock.”  I also had him agree to keep on the current staff at their current salaries for at least a year.  He said his attorney would draw up the papers by the end of the week.  I agreed to meet with him again at four Friday afternoon to finalize the deal.  I dressed, walked out of the office and went straight to the ladies room.  I walked into a stall, bent over and vomited violently into the bowl.  The things I do for Paul’s business.

I drove home to find Paula exactly as I had left her.  Her eyes were closed and she was relaxed. She started, but smiled when I walked into the room.  I sat on the bed, “Paula, I have news for you.  You know how I have been worried about all the stress on you.  I’ve taken care of that for you.  I sold the agency.”  When Paula started to object I placed my fingers on her lips.  “I know you told me that twenty was too little so I got forty.”

“Forty million, Mistress?”

“Yes, my sweet little slave girl…forty million and I’ll tell you how.  I got the price to twenty-five and bet him I could get him off twice in an hour.  I did it in thirty-five minutes.  He threw in the extra five because I was his best ever.  Once I was done I threw up in the ladies room.  I hated doing it with him, but for fifteen million it was worth it.  Stay here and study while I take a shower.  The deal will be finalized on Friday afternoon.  You can come if you wish, but only as Paula.  I doubt he’ll even know it’s you.”  I leaned down and kissed Paula’s forehead as I began the CD again.

I relaxed in the shower as I planned the next steps in Paula’s training.  I wanted her to be a sexual being.  Men give; women receive.  She had to learn to receive in both her holes.  Once I had dressed I removed her from the bed.  I brought her to the living room where she sat in her place.  “Paula, I want you to learn about sex from a woman’s view.  You know that women are built to receive.  You have two holes that must be trained to receive.  Stand up and remove your panties then I want you on all fours in the middle of the room.  Paula took only seconds to comply.  I kneeled in front of her and showed her the butt plug.  “Paula, you will get to know this very well.  From this moment forward it will always be in your girl pussy.  You may remove it only when you have to move your bowels.  When you are done you will clean it in your mouth and return it to its proper place.  Now lick it; I will put it into you the first time.  We will use this plug for a week then you will move to a slightly larger one.  In a few weeks you will be able to accept a large one, the size of a big cock, easily.”

I held the plug so she could lick it and cover it with her saliva.  I pushed her head down and told her to relax as I pushed it into her butt.  Of course, she tensed her muscles so I spanked her twice to remind her to follow my orders.  It was a bit of a struggle, but eventually the plug slid past her stubborn sphincter.  “How is that now, Paula?  You should feel full, but not pain.”

“Yes, Mistress, it feels like I have to go, but you are right—it does not hurt.  I am sorry I resisted.  Are you going to punish me?  I deserve it.”

“We’ll see, Paula how you do with your cock sucking exercise.  Put your panties back on and come over to the chair.  Kneel between my legs.  OK, now you know how much a man likes to have his cock sucked.  I want you to practice on this; I pulled a dildo from the chair.  It was mid-sized, about 6-7 inches long and only an inch in diameter.  “You’ll need to get all of this into your mouth, like this.”  I put the entire dildo into my mouth.  “With practice you should be able to get a ten-inch cock into your mouth and throat.  You also need to learn to suck a man to completion.  You’ll practice that, too.  But for now let’s see what you can do with this.”  I gave Paula the dildo and watched as she struggled to deal with it.  At one point I stopped her.  “Paula, you need to breathe through your nose.  It’s easy to breathe and suck that way.  Now, try it.  OK, that’s better, but you only have about four inches in your mouth.  Try fucking your mouth with it.  Good, you almost got all of it that time.  Keep going while I get us a drink.” 

I walked to the kitchen, getting a Chardonnay for me and a Coke for Paula.  When I returned I was a bit surprised to see that she had swallowed the entire dildo.  I patted her head, kissed her and told her she deserved a reward.  I laid her on the floor and cuffed her hands behind her back.  I removed her cage and took her clit into my mouth.  “Pay attention…no drifting off on me.  This is a training exercise.  Soon I’ll take you to bars so you can pick up men and blow them.  You need to practice and there’s no substitute for the real thing, plus you also need practice swallowing.  Now watch me.”

I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the head of her clit.  It jumped and throbbed in arousal.  “When you do this, Paula, make sure you don’t use your hands.  Maybe I’ll cuff them for you.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”  Holding my hands behind my back I slowly lowered my mouth over her organ.  I could see she was paying attention—trying to pick up pointers; I was an excellent sucker of cock.  My head stopped when my lips touched her bare pubis.  Her eight inches were deep into my throat.  I showed Paula that I was breathing through my nose.  I could keep this clit in my mouth indefinitely, but I moved off, sucking fiercely as I did.  I pulled all the way off and licked around the head several times.  Paula raised her hips in an effort to force the clit into my mouth.  A slap to her balls stopped that; she winced and whimpered in pain.

I decided to get to work.  I fucked her clit with my mouth, imitating a tight cunt as I drove her to an orgasm.  Suddenly she spurted, filling my mouth with her slick white juice.  Over and over she repeated until she was spent.  I moved over her mouth.  She knew what was coming so she opened up.  I let her cum drip slowly from my mouth.  “Stick your tongue into my mouth; clean all the semen from my tongue and gums.”  I leaned down for the kiss and opened my mouth so Paula could clean it.  Soon she would clean another man’s cum from my pussy.

By Friday Paula’s training was well underway.  She could walk easily in the 4-inch heels and she was becoming adjusted to the feminine clothing, although she had yet to feel comfortable in her corsets even though I planned to constrict her waist twice as much as I was doing so far.  All the same, they gave her extremely attractive curves.  On Wednesday she spent almost the entire day applying makeup to her face.  I had plucked her eyebrows, shaping them in a feminine fashion.  She was well on her way to becoming a true sissy slave.  Her final orientation would come this weekend when I took her out to a bar where I’d encourage her to flirt shamelessly with anyone within reach.

Paula handled her oral exercises much better than I anticipated, but her anal still needed work.  I would reinforce that during her nightly CD sessions.  Thursday night her CD reinforced her earlier lessons and built on her sexual lessons of the day:

My name is Paula.  I am a sissy slave for my Mistress.  I live to obey my Mistress.  Every second of my day is spent bringing her joy.  I love sex with men and women.  I love to suck cock…the bigger the better.  I enjoy being fucked in my pussy.  It gives me so much pleasure.  I love the orgasms being fucked gives me….”

On Wednesday I took some time off to visit Paul’s agency.  I explained that he had turned the business over to me for health reasons and that I had sold it to Roger Thorne.  That announcement brought a chorus of groans.  However, when I told them that they were assured jobs at the same salary many of the staff relaxed and smiled.  I wished them well and gave directions for Paul’s personal property.  I wasn’t terribly worried; I doubted that she would need any of it in the future.

On Friday I allowed Paula to select her own clothes.  She selected crimson lingerie and stockings, a black pleated skirt and a ruffled white blouse.  Her makeup was impeccable and with her wig I would have guessed that even her closest friends wouldn’t be able to identify her as my husband.  We went out for a late lunch.  The restaurant was almost empty when I told her to get under the table and lick my cunt.  Her face went red and she was about to complain when I stopped her.  “Being a slave means that you do what you are told when you are told to do it.  If you hesitate I will definitely punish you when we get home.”  Paula dropped her purse and went under the table to retrieve it.  She attacked my pussy with tremendous energy.  It was all I could do to keep myself from moaning.  She brought me to a fantastic orgasm in less than five minutes.  I kissed her passionately once she was back in her chair.  Several patrons looked and expressed their disapproval, but I didn’t care in the least.  We enjoyed our lunch and we went together to the ladies room once we had finished.  I stood in the stall and had Paula clean my pussy, licking cum from deep within my cunt.

Paula and I met our attorney outside the Thorne Enterprises door.  I introduced Paula as Paul’s twin sister.  Gloria looked her over carefully, “You’re much better looking than your brother.  I guess that happens with fraternal twins.”  I explained that Paul was ill, but that Paula was a successful businesswoman from the Midwest.  I wanted her to review the contract prior to signing.  We walked together into Thorne’s office where I introduced Paula to the big asshole behind the desk.  We reviewed the papers, signed and waited while the wire transfer was completed.  I thanked Gloria and paid her for her time.  Paula and I kissed and walked down the street hand-in-hand.

CHAPTER 4—BLOWJOB LESSONS

I had Paula practice all morning and most of the afternoon on sucking a large dildo—ten inches long and almost two thick.  She managed to get more than half of it into her throat, which I considered acceptable considering her limited experience.  However, a week from now my expectations would be somewhat higher.

I put her into bed around three for a brief nap, the now familiar earphones firmly in place.  I laid out her clothes for the evening—sexy, but not quite slutty, but no bra.  I’d use extra tape to firmly secure them in place.  I tiptoed out of the room to shower and prepare a few more CD’s.  I woke her at six, sending her into the shower.  I helped dry her smooth skin, hairless after last evening’s depilation.  From what I had read another month of applications would virtually eliminate any future hair from her body.  She dressed and sat while I applied her makeup.  I put it on a little heavier and sluttier than I had in the past.  I wanted to attract attention.

After a leisurely dinner we went out to a bar on the other side of town.   I knew it would have a decent crowd, but it was not the kind of place we would ordinarily frequent so I doubted we’d run into any of our friends.  We walked in, attracting the attention of several groups of men.  I had removed my wedding and engagement rings since taking Paula as my slave.  I had already explained to Paula that I no longer considered her to be my husband and that she had none of my husband’s rights.  She had never uttered even a single complaint.  We sat in a booth and waited a while for the bartender to come over and take our order, “I’ll have a Cosmo.  My friend here will have a Sprite.”  He looked at us for a minute before his eyes latched onto Paula’s braless tits.  Her “nipples’ pressed tightly against the taut material of her blouse.  Her corset was pulled an inch tighter tonight, emphasizing the curve of her hips and ass.  Her long slender legs were accented by her 4-inch heels.

We were there less than ten minutes when two young guys approached.  When I say young I mean they were probably in their mid-twenties, wearing tight T’s and even tighter jeans.  “Evening, ladies, what brings you here tonight?”

“Training,” I replied.

“Uh…did you say ‘training’?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did.  Why don’t you sit down and I’ll explain.”  I continued once they were seated and had introduced themselves, “I’m Liz and this is Paula.  She’s my sissy slave.  I’m here to give her blowjob training.”

“Excuse me, Ma’am, but what exactly is a sissy slave?”

“Well, to begin with, two weeks ago Paula was my husband Paul.  He’s had some really strong submissive inclinations and offered to be my slave.  Turning him into a woman…a sissy…was my idea.  Cute, isn’t she?  I’ll bet both of you could use a great blowjob, couldn’t you?”

“You trying to tell me she’s…uh, he’s a guy?”

“Of course.  Go ahead and feel her crotch.  It’s OK, isn’t it, Paula dear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, turning the most delightful shade of red.  Gary, the guy on her side of the booth reached down and jumped back in shock, “What the fuck is that?”

“That’s a cock cage.  It helps me to control her.  So, boys…interested?  Just think of her as a she-male.  Don’t most guys fantasize about she-males?”

“Well, yeah…I guess,” said Aaron, “Can we fuck her in the ass?”

“Sorry, but she’s not quite ready for that yet.  You’ll have to make do with a blowjob, although she’ll be happy to make out with you, too.”  They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, nodded and stood.  I helped Paula from her seat, paid our bill and we walked out together.  On the way out I was asked if I’d join the fun.  “Not tonight, sorry, but maybe another time once Paula is more fully trained—trained to clean your cock and suck the cum from my cunt…maybe another month, or so.”  We walked to their van I asked them to open the back doors—it was empty, perfect for what I had in mind.  The open doors faced the side wall of a three story office building that was closed and dark at this hour.

I snapped my fingers to get Paula’s attention, “Climb in.  I want you on your knees.  Open his belt and drop his pants.  Pull out his cock and suck him off…now.”  Gary was the first to enter.  He stood slightly bent at the shoulders while Paula removed his pants and pulled his long hard cock from his boxers.  She had the cock at her lips when she halted, “I can’t, Mistress.  I’m sorry…I just can’t.”

“Of course you can, you stupid twit, but you won’t.  Can’t you see that you are embarrassing me?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she gasped crying now, “I just can’t do it.”

“Very well, Paula, you give me no choice.”  I reached in and pulled her out by the neck.  I removed her gold chain and replaced it with the pink leather collar.  She stood by crying while I spoke to the young men.  “Here’s my card with my address and phone number.  If you’d care to come by tomorrow evening I assure you a different outcome.  Just call around four to confirm.  My apologies for this miserable slut’s performance.  Come along, Paula.”  I yanked the leash and pulled her behind me.  I opened the passenger door, but cuffed her behind her back before allowing her to enter.

I started the car and drove off.  I was fuming.  “I told you I would not punish or humiliate you unless you forced me.  Well, you have embarrassed me and I promise you it will be the last time.  Since when does a slave decide what she will or will not do?  That’s my job, remember?”  The rest of the ride was silent other than an occasional sob or whimper coming from Paula.  I opened the door and pulled Paula in by her leash.  I uncuffed her hands and told her to strip and get onto the bed.  Once there I cuffed her hands to the headboard and her feet to the corners of the bed.  I removed her cock cage and stroked her cock.  It hardened immediately.  I stroked it faster and faster; just before she was ready to cum I removed my hand.  Her cock/clit throbbed and pulsed madly.  I allowed her fifteen minutes to calm down when I repeated, removing my hand just before she was ready to cum.  She was crying uncontrollably by the time I’d done it four times.  I stopped after the eighth, reminding her, “Nobody likes a cock tease, Paula.  Always remember that.”

I rolled her over and pulled her onto her knees.  I left her for a minute and returned carrying something she would learn to dread.  Pushing her head to the mattress, I pulled her scrotum back behind her legs.  A minute later her balls were secure in a humbler.  “OK, up on your knees.”  She tried to comply, but fell forward in agony as her balls were almost ripped from her body.  She fell into a fetal position on her side.

I left, returning seconds later with a syringe.  Paula cowered in fear.  “Relax, Paula this is the same medication I’ve been giving you every evening, just a stronger dose.  After tonight’s performance you need some strong reinforcement.  Now hold your arm still.  I wiped her arm with an alcohol swab and injected directly into her vein.  I covered the wound with a band-aid.  I placed the headphones and got a new CD from the office.  The injection would put her to sleep, but her normal motions during the night would hurt the hell out of her balls.  Psychotropic drugs affected the mind in different ways.  Some alleviated pain, others helped control muscular tremors.  This one was similar to a “truth serum.”  Truth serums didn’t make the subject tell the truth.  They reduced his or her resistance to the questions and suggestions of the interrogator.  That’s what I had been doing all along with Paula—reducing her inhibitions--her resistance--while building her up into the slave I wanted.  It was almost exactly what I had done as a psychologist for the CIA.  I was still under contract, but now my responsibilities were mostly as a consultant.

This dose was more than ten times as potent as the tablets.  Add her subliminal message and she should be putty in my hands tomorrow.  All night and well into the morning she would hear:

“My name is Paula.  I am a slut slave girl.  I live to serve my Mistress.  I need cock as much as I need air or water.  I need cock in my mouth.  I need cock in my ass.  I am only complete when I have a cock.  I love to suck a hard cock.  I love to swallow semen.  I love to kiss men.  I want a hard cock in my mouth.  I need a hard cock in my ass.  I want to suck a man’s semen from his cock. I need to suck a man’s semen from my Mistress’s cunt.  I am a complete and total slut.  There is nothing I won’t do to get a cock into my mouth….”

CHAPTER 5 – SECOND CHANCE

I woke early and looked in on Paula.  Her balls were swollen and blue, but she was still asleep.  I was tempted to remove the humbler, but decided not to.  Paula needed a good lesson.  Around ten I turned off the CD and removed the humbler.  I uncuffed her wrists and shook her to wake her.  “Let me see your balls.  Oh my, are they as sore as they look?  Let this be a lesson to you.  I don’t want to hurt you, but I can and will.  You forced me to do this.  Don’t forget it.”  Paula hung her head and cried again.

She looked up at me, “I’m sorry, Mistress.  I’ll kiss the men.  I’ll suck their cocks.  I even want them to fuck my ass.  Would you please give me a bigger butt plug?  I want to prepare myself for them.  I can’t wait until they come tonight.  Could you, maybe…please…ask them to come earlier?”

“Remove your plug and clean it.  When it is spotless you may put it on the dresser.”  Paula pulled the plug from her ass and licked it clean.  I could see her licking her own shit.  I checked the plug and it was spotless; Paula beamed in pride.  I led her to the bathroom where I prepared several enemas of warm soapy water.  “Bend over.  I’m going to give you several enemas so you’ll be clean inside as well as out.  Then I’ll give you the larger plug.  You will be ready when they come…if they come.”

“Oh, Mistress, I hope they will.  I want to apologize for embarrassing you and I want to suck their beautiful cocks.”  I lubed her asshole and inserted the nozzle.  The water ran into her rectum.  I allowed her to evacuate when the bottle was empty.  If I was cruel I could have insisted she hold it, but enough was enough.  Her punishment had exceeded the severity of the crime.  I repeated the enemas three more times until the water ran crystal clear.

I checked her balls while she sat on the toilet.  I rubbed an analgesic cream over them carefully although I could see her wince several times.  Paula cleaned her butt and positioned herself over the butt plug I had placed on the floor.  Her original plug was an inch and a half in diameter at its widest point and an inch at the base.  This one was three inches at the widest and one and a half at the base.  She grimaced as she lowered herself, but smiled wonderfully once it was seated.  “Is this the biggest you have, Mistress?”

“No, Paula, I still have one bigger, but you’re not ready for that one yet.  You’ll be able to take a cock after having this one in you all day.  Now let’s have some lunch and pick out your wardrobe for tonight.”

Gary called just after four to see if it was on.  “Actually, Paula would like you to come early so she can apologize properly.  I have some burgers and salads we could make for dinner so why not come over as soon as you can.  Paula will suck you off then we’ll eat and after dinner you can fuck her.”

“How about you?”

“Maybe…we’ll see.  This is really about training Paula, you know.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to at least see what you’ve got to offer.”

“Like I said…we’ll see.  What do you have to offer?”

“You’ll see…let’s just say I’ve never had any complaints.”  I laughed, but he said they could be here in forty minutes.  I called Paula to the bathroom to remove her plug.  It was a struggle but we did eventually get it out.  I dressed Paula in a tight black corset, reducing her waist from 34 inches to 27 and pushing her breast forms up and out.  She wore no panties, leaving her stainless cock cage gleaming in the dim light.  Her black garter belt held sheer black stockings with lacey tops at mid-thigh; her feet were shod with 4-inch black stilettos.  I combed her wig to perfection.  Her makeup was really sluttish.

I planned to have her answer the door on her knees.  When the bell rang she did answer it, kissing the men’s feet as they entered.  She rose and walked them into the living room when I sat patiently.  I snapped my fingers and Paula ran to her place, but this time she faced the men hungrily.  “Well, Paula, who do you want first?”

“Both of them, Mistress.” I patted her shoulder and she scampered to their feet.  She unbuckled their belts and removed their pants and boxers.  Two healthy erections stared her in the face.  She took Gary’s into her hand and stroked it gently before sucking it deep into her mouth.  She stroked Aaron’s cock and fondled his balls carefully.  She withdrew almost, but not quite all the way, staring into Gary’s awestruck face the entire time.  She licked around the head several times before moving her attention to Aaron’s big cock.  Once again she licked before actually sucking, making the huge organ disappear into her mouth.  Her mouth was like a vacuum, sucking blood into the organ while simultaneously urging his slick white cum out.  Aaron staggered under Paula’s onslaught; Gary’s knees went a bit weak while she slowly, but firmly stroked his saliva-coated cock.

I giggled when Aaron fell to his knees before sliding onto his back, his legs apart with dear sweet Paula between them.  She cupped his balls and slid a finger into his asshole.  Aaron arched his back and blew into Paula’s mouth five…no, six times.  She managed to swallow every drop before licking Aaron’s cock immaculately clean.  She kissed the tip then the surprised Aaron’s mouth before turning back to Gary.  He could barely stand as she stroked him.  His swollen purple head throbbed in Paula’s hand as she licked his shaft teasingly. Again Paula stared into Gary’s eyes as she sucked his hard cock deep into her throat.  All nine inches of thick cock meat disappeared, with Paula’s lips firmly entrenched in his pubic hair.  Slowly she began to fuck him with her mouth, running her tongue all around his shaft.  She increased her pace, sucking even harder.  She removed her mouth just before he came, blowing almost three feet into the air before coming to rest on his chest.  Paula lovingly licked and sucked every drop before returning to pinch out the last few drops and cleaning his cock.

When she looked at Aaron she could see a drop of semen hanging from the tip of his deflating cock.  She rushed over to him and licked it onto her tongue.  She kissed each man’s feet, thanking them, “Thank you so much for allowing me to serve you.  I am so sorry for my actions last night, not only because I failed to serve you, but because I embarrassed my Mistress.  I hope you can forgive me.”  They looked at her for a second before falling again to the carpet, totally exhausted.

I called Paula to her place and opened my legs.  Paula dove into my cunt, licking my labia before pushing deeply into my core.  Watching her service the men had made me really, really horny.  If they were going to cum so was I.  If Paula continued as she had begun I’d make sure she’d have the orgasm of her life tonight.  Paula shifted her tongue to my clit and sucked it between her teeth.  I shuddered and shook as came hard, collapsing onto my back as I recovered.

“Say, Liz, we’re naked and Paula is almost there.  How about we get a look at you?  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  We’re not the kind to force you, but we sure would like to see that great body of yours.” 

I mulled it over for a few seconds before turning to Paula, “Undress me, Paula…all the way.”  Paula began by unbuttoning my blouse and removing my bra.  Then she moved town to my skirt.  My panties had been left in the bedroom.  I kept my sandals on.  “I’m sure you’re wondering so I’ll tell you:  five feet nine inches, 123 pounds, 34D, 24, 34, and I’m 32 years old.”

“Wow, you’re even more incredible than we thought, right Aaron?  You sure got the whole package and a PhD, too.  What kind of work do you do?”

“Well, Paula is now retired.  She used to have an ad agency, but I sold it recently.  I do consulting work for the government.  That’s all I can tell you.  Why don’t we relax for a bit and then we’ll have Paula rustle up some burgers.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Paula?”

“Yes, Mistress, I exist to serve and please you.”

“Yes, I know that and you have pleased me very much today.  Too bad I had to punish you last night.  I never want to see that kind of behavior from you again.”  Paula hung her head until I pulled her chin up and kissed her, my tongue actively exploring her mouth.

Half an hour later I excused Paula to the kitchen.  Aaron moved up onto the couch; Gary leaned against a chair.  Both were still naked.  “Liz…was Paula really your husband?”

“Yes, she was definitely a he and a very successful executive, but I’ve known about his submissive feelings for a long time.  I believe he’s much happier as my slave than he ever was as a business owner with forty employees.  Changing him into a sissy—a woman—was my idea, but she has never complained, not even once.  If we continue this way I’ll arrange for him to have surgery—fix his adam’s apple, tighten his vocal cords, and some real breasts among other things.”

“Can I ask how you control him so easily?”

“Sure, I’m a psychologist.  My thesis dealt with the use of psychotropic drugs to alter behavior.  It’s really pretty basic compared to some of the things I do on my job.  Keep in mind that this was his idea, part of his submissiveness.  There’s a big part of him that wants to obey; it’s his nature to do so.  We were married for four years before I took control.  I waited until I knew he was ready.  That was an important part of the process.”

Paula poked her head in, informing us that the burgers were ready.  We went out to the table; Paula sat at her place between my legs and I fed her as always from my fingers.  She cleaned up the kitchen as we retired to the living room.  Once she was done we went into her room for act two.

I cuffed Paula’s wrists to the headboard so she was lying on her back.  I added leather ankle cuffs and pulled her ankles up over her head so her ass was in the air and her crotch was almost in her face.  I’d take advantage of that position later when I masturbated her.  “OK, who’s going first?  Why don’t I have a little drawing?  I took a small sheet of paper and wrote the numbers one and two on it before tearing it into two pieces.  I moved them behind my back and asked Aaron to choose.  He got number two; that meant he’d get the booby prize.  “OK, Gary you get the first shot at Paula’s virgin ass.  Please use a condom and plenty of lube.  I don’t want her hurt and I’m sure Aaron will want a shot.  Aaron, you get me.  You two have made me plenty horny.”  I took Aaron by the hand and led him to my bed—it had been a long time since I had been penetrated.  I realized now how much I missed it; Aaron had a big enough cock to help me forget in a real hurry.

I pulled Aaron into a deep kiss as we fell onto the bed.  I enjoyed the sensation of his hairy body on my sensitive skin.  I enjoyed grabbing his hard thick cock even more.  I pushed him onto his back and crept between his legs, stroking his heavy balls as I licked up his shaft and around the purple head.  Aaron gasped and groaned.  He threw his head back and writhed over the bed as I took him completely into my mouth.  I sucked him for about twenty seconds, but if I continued I’d never get fucked.  I climbed up and straddled his hips, leaning forward to open the drawer of what used to be Paul’s night table.  I removed a box of condoms, opened the foil wrapper and put it into my mouth.  I moved back and lowered my mouth over his cock, applying the condom tightly to his organ until it was completely covered.

I moved back over his cock and lowered myself, savoring the feeling of stretching my pussy muscles for the first time in months.  I pulled back up until the head was just visible before sinking down to fill my tunnel with his thick hard cock meat.  I leaned forward, giving him access to my large firm breasts.  His mouth immediately found my nipple; he suckled energetically as I began to rock on his erection.  I spread my legs further, exposing my hot hard clit even more as I drove it into his abdomen.  Faster and faster I rocked, building heat in my cunt both for myself and for Aaron.  We thrust together; I knew I was getting close and so was he.  Had he not been sucked off by Paula earlier I thought he would have cum in less than a minute—I’m really good at fucking…sucking, too!

We rocked together as we heard Paula and Gary groaning from the other room.  Apparently, he had managed to get his cock into her formerly virgin ass.  Once I finished with Aaron we’d join them and watch the fun.  Suddenly, Aaron stopped; I could feel his muscles tense and then he gave me a ride, driving me more than a foot above the bed.  I didn’t complain…that ferocious thrust pushed me over the edge.  I came, shaking like a tree in a tornado.  It went on for several seconds before we collapsed into each other.  I lay there for a few minutes before rolling off.  I collected the condom, took his hand, and led him back to Paula’s room.

Gary was kneeling on the bed, his big cock deep in Paula’s ass.  He was humping and Paula, despite her bondage was moving back as best she could.  I walked to her side and caressed her face.  “I have a present for you—open your mouth.”  I reversed the condom, placing it on her tongue.  “Suck it clean, swirl it in your mouth and swallow.  I’ll retrieve the condom in a few minutes.”  Paula nodded just as Gary wailed in ecstasy, spraying Paula’s rectum with his cream.  When he pulled out I took the condom from Paula and told her to clean his cock.  She turned her head to the side and engulfed his cock.  After the four enemas it was almost clean, but Paula had tasted her own shit for more than a week, cleaning her butt plug at least once daily.  She kissed the tip of his cock and thanked him sincerely and profusely once she was done.

I asked Aaron if he wanted a turn, but he said he was really beat after the fucking I’d given him.  I turned my attention to Paula.  I unlocked her cock cage and began to stroke her.  Her clit was hard in seconds.  “Here’s the deal, Paula.  I’m going to stroke your clit and when you cum I’m going to aim it at your mouth.  Let’s see how much you can swallow.  You should be nice and horny after all the action today.”  Paula nodded eagerly and opened her mouth.  The tip of her clit was only inches from her mouth.  I stroked harder and squeezed her balls.  She squirted forcefully eight times; I aimed true squarely into her mouth.  She licked her lips clean once she was done.  I squeezed the last few drops from her clit and she licked my fingers clean.  I released her and helped her stand.  Aaron and Gary helped by massaging her muscles.  They dressed and left as I once again locked Paula into chastity.

CHAPTER 6 – CRAIG’S LIST

I continued my training of Paula, intent on turning her into my sissy slut.  I had her pick up men in bars every weekend.  She would either give them blowjobs or her ass—her girl pussy.  I continued with her medication and her hormones.  The dosage I was giving her was more suitable for a cow than a human being, but it was doing wonders for her.  Her skin became smooth and feminine.  I hadn’t used the depilatory for several weeks and her body hair had not grown back.  Her skin was much softer and smoother; her hips had begun to flare and her butt was rounder and fuller.  Most noticeable were the budding titties on her chest.  I augmented this growth by using a vacuum pump on her nipples several times a day.  Her nipples were now more than five times their original size.  I was thinking of having them pierced.

I had phoned my hairdresser Cheryl to make an appointment for her.  I asked Cheryl for a special appointment, explaining the situation to her.  She giggled at first, but when I promised her a $500 tip she shut her mouth in a hurry.  I brought Paula to the salon at six when it was officially closed.  I introduced Paula to Cheryl and made her raise her skirt, showing Cheryl her cock cage.  Cheryl grabbed it and gave it a shake, but kissed her on the cheek as she led her to the chair.  She leaned Paula back and washed her hair, blew it dry and cut it shoulder length, adding blond highlights throughout her hair.  She gave Paula bangs that fell to the middle of her forehead.  Once she was done I had Cheryl pluck and shape her eyebrows—I knew she would do a much better job than I ever could.  Paula was amazed when she saw herself in the mirror.  She was becoming the perfect little sissy.

She was in the kitchen working when I called her to me.  She almost ran to her place between my legs.  “I’ve taken an ad on Craig’s List.  I want to read it to you:  ‘WANTED—well endowed man, drug and disease free for D/s couple.  SHE is DOMINANT, 32, 5 feet 9 inches, and 123 pounds—34D, 24, 34 with long slender legs.  He is a submissive feminized sissy, 34, 5 feet 10 inches, 140 pounds, in chastity.  (S)he will serve us drinks and snacks, grovel at our feet and watch us during our fun to fulfill her submissive humiliation fantasy. She will gladly clean both of us after.  You may use her girl’s pussy if you wish.’  What do you think?  Did I leave anything out?”

“No, Mistress. I think it is extremely clear.  Have you had any replies?”

“I know you can’t wait so I’m pleased to tell you I’m meeting a man for lunch.  If it works out OK I’ll bring him back with me.  I want you to shower and put on the clothes I’ve left on your bed.  Then I’ll cuff your wrists and put on your headphones.    Get moving now; I’m giving you fifteen minutes.”

Paula was left on her bed, wearing her crimson panties, garter belt, stockings, and bra filled now with heavy D-cup breast forms.  With her growing hips and ass she looked really hot.  I placed her headphones and CD on to reinforce her training.

I met Glenn in front of Olive Garden; he was dressed in a grey tweed sport coat and blue oxford shirt with light tan slacks and brown loafers.  He was freshly showered and shaved; I was impressed.  We introduced ourselves and were shown to a booth.  He sat opposite me so I got up and joined him on his side of the table.  We flirted shamelessly and kissed like lovers, even though we were almost total strangers.  I rubbed his leg, smiling when I felt the large bulge in his pants.  “Hmmm, I think we should do something about that, don’t you?”

He gulped a bit, “You know, I’ve never done anything like this before.  I’m a little nervous, especially about your husband.”

I laughed.  “Glenn, you have to believe me…Paula will not be a problem.  She will wait on us hand and foot.  When she’s not otherwise occupied she will be sitting between my legs.  That’s her place, you see.  After we fuck I’ll call her and she’ll clean your cock until it’s spotless.  I’ll also have her clean my pussy and suck all your delicious cum out of me.  You can fuck her ass if you want…she’ll love it and she’ll clean your cock again.  I’ve had her pick up men in a bar over the past few weeks.  They all had a great time with her.  If she’s really good I’ll jerk her off and you can watch if you like.”

“What on earth could make a man do stuff like that?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, but basically she has a need to serve, especially a strong woman like me.  I don’t want to go into the details, but she needs this as much as she needs air or water.  Shall we go?”  I led him out by the hand.  He followed me to our house where I explained that Paula was cuffed in her room.  I showed him to her door; Paula was on her bed, eyes closed listening to the tape.  I stopped it and uncuffed her.  She saw we had company so she jumped up and fell to her knees.  She kissed my feet then slid to Glenn and kissed his shoes.  I led both of them to the living room; Paula served us drinks while we moved together, kissing and touching each other—preparing each other for the fucking to come.  “Paula, come over here and help get Glenn ready.  You can use your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied as she slid in front of Glenn.  She opened his belt and slid down his pants, hanging them neatly on the back of a chair.  She removed his boxers and folded them neatly on the chair before returning to fondle and rub his growing cock.  She began by licking around the head and rubbing her tongue around his urethra.  His cock throbbed when she ran her tongue down the ultra-sensitive underside—he was ready.

“Thank you, Paula…now you can prepare me.”  She slid back and moistened my cunt with her tongue until it tingled.  I rose and extended my hand to Glenn.  “Do you want to watch, Paula?  Come along if you do, however I will expect you to be silent until we are done.”  Paula followed us and kneeled at the side of the bed while I undressed and pulled the now naked Glenn onto the bed with me.  We rolled around for almost fifteen minutes while we kissed and rubbed each other.  Eventually, Glenn found himself between my legs.  “Condom?” he asked.

“I think not, Glenn.  I want Paula to experience sucking cum from my pussy.  I hope you’re going to give me a really good load.  Now be a good boy and shove it in me.”  He did and he was.  Glenn had a big cock—bigger than my former husband—and he really knew how to use it.  He gave me a ride I’ll never forget and he was able to hold his orgasm until I reached mine.  I was panting wildly when he came in me.  I felt filled with his juice.  He rested on my body for perhaps ten minutes before stirring.  I snapped my fingers for Paula—she moved to the bedside, kneeling and mouth appropriately opened wide.

Glenn swung his legs over onto the floor and Paula took him easily into her mouth, cleaning both my juices and his semen from his organ.  When she was done I had her lie on the bed while I straddled her mouth.  She used her tongue to cleanse my thighs before licking the inside of my cunt.  I dropped a huge cream pie into her mouth.  She gobbled it down eagerly.  Unfortunately, Glenn was spent and turned down the chance to fuck her ass.  We chatted for a while until he decided to dress and leave.  The experience was fun, but it left me somewhat disappointed and disillusioned.  I missed my husband; I needed to speak with Paula.

CHAPTER 7—DECISION TIME

I waited a few days, needing the time to plan my approach.  On Friday morning I called Paula to me.  She sat, as usual, between my legs.  “No, Paula…I want you on the couch with me.  We need to talk.”  I waited until she sat next to me.  I could see she was nervous.  “What is your name?” I asked.

“Paula, Mistress…you know that.”

“What was your name before it was Paula?”  She looked confused and concerned.  “Hold out your arm.  I need to give you an injection.  I’ve been giving you medication to help you adjust to your new life, but now I need for you to remember your old life.”  She held out her arm and I injected the antidote directly into her vein.  I waited half an hour and asked again.  “What was your name before it was Paula?”

She thought for almost a minute before answering, “Was it Paul, Mistress?

“Yes, dear and what was your relationship to me?”

“Your husband, Mistress?”

“Yes, that’s very good.  Now I have to talk to you about your future.  We have gone just about as far as we can with you as you are.  We are at a crossroads and I can only see three options as we move forward.  The first is that we could go back to the way we were before you submitted to me.” 

As I anticipated Paula moved immediately to the floor between my legs, instantly in tears.  “Oh, please, Mistress…don’t cut me loose. I love serving you.  I loved you before but I wasn’t happy.  That’s why I buried myself in my work.  You never met my parents.  If you did you would understand.  My mother was strong and beautiful.  She made me serve her; I was taught to serve a strong woman.  I’d be lost without that.  I…I…” 

I took her head in my hands and soothed her, “I know all about it, Paula.  I’ve always known about it, even before we were married.  I know your father was your mother’s slave.  I know she made him…and you…go naked in your house.  I know she made you serve her sexually until she died in that plane crash.  I know everything about you.”

Paula looked up as I wiped the tears from her eyes and face, “But…how?”

“What kind of work do I do, Paula?  Who do I work for?”

“Uh, some kind of psychology for the government…that’s all I know.”

“I work for the CIA, Paula.  I look at interrogation tapes and make recommendations as to drugs and techniques.  It’s top secret so you were completely vetted when we began dating.  I have a forty-page report in my safe that tells all about you.”

“Mistress, why did you take so long to make me submit?”

“Paula, I didn’t make you submit, did I?  You asked for it.  I wanted to wait until you were ready so you would be committed.  It was a big change, wasn’t it?  Don’t worry, I won’t cut you loose.  I will continue to serve as your Mistress and control your every action.”

“Thank you, Mistress…thank you.  I love you, Mistress.  I need your strength.”

“That still leaves us with two alternatives.  First, you should know that almost everything I did with you can be reversed.  If I stop the hormones your natural testosterone will reverse the changes to your body so in a few months you could completely be a man again.  You’d still be my slave because that’s what we both want, but you would be a man.  I tell you that because if you decide to continue as a woman I would want you to have several surgeries.  I’ve already discussed this with a plastic surgeon—your nose, made thinner and straighter, your chin made more graceful.  I’d give you breasts—real ones, no more breast forms and some touches to your lips and hips and butt to make you even sexier than you are now.  You’d be a real beauty by the time you were done.

“Now, I want you to know that whatever you decide—male or female—you are getting your marital rights back.  I will still keep you in chastity, but I will allow and even encourage you to fuck me so that should not be a consideration.  I don’t want your answer now.  I want you to think about it and do what will make you happiest.  I will be happy whatever you decide.  Now, I want you to come up here and kiss me.”

Paula rose up on her knees and leaned into my kiss.  She opened her mouth and our tongues met in glorious love and lust.  I pushed Paula back onto the floor and straddled her legs as I removed the wrench and opened her cock cage.  I moved forward and lowered myself onto her rock hard cock.  I didn’t expect her to last long—this was the first time she had fucked in almost six months.  She’d come hard in my pussy and then I’d make her eat it.  Paula would love the entire experience.

We began to move together and as I expected she came almost immediately.  Eight times she shot her load deep into my pussy before she settled down, almost unconscious from the stress of cumming so hard.  I rolled over and moved my cum-filled pussy over her mouth.  I didn’t have to say a word.  She began to lick and suck almost immediately.  I could feel big globs of semen dripping into her mouth.  Paula’s only reaction was to lick and smile.

I allowed Paula to wash herself and replace her cage.  She handed me the wrench and it went back around my neck.  I left Paula alone for the rest of the day.  That night she slept in the same bed with me, something she had not done since her first day as a slave.  The following morning she gave me her decision.  I kissed her and told her I approved.

CHAPTER 8 – COMING OUT PARTY

I told Paula that I would gladly move to an area where we were completely unknown to save her from being embarrassed.  Her response was that she was proud of our relationship and saw no reason to hide it.  I scheduled a coming out party for her.

All our guests were gathered in our living room; I had served the first round of drinks and snacks.  Several of our closest friends inquired about Paul.  “This party is for Paul,” I told them.  “I know you haven’t seen much of him for the past nine months and after tonight you’ll know why.  There has been a big change in the nature of our relationship.

“I learned some time ago that Paul grew up in what could be best described as a female domination household.  Paul’s mother was an extremely strong and dominant woman.  Her husband was a slave to her.  He was naked all the time he was home.  Paul’s mother beat him regularly if he didn’t measure up, and from what I understand that was often.  His father worked forty hours a week and did everything at home, too while his mother devised new tortures for him.  I mention all this because she treated Paul exactly the same way—naked and beatings.  Paul was conditioned from the age of four to adore and serve a woman.  Worse than all this—Paul’s mother also used him sexually from age five until she died on 9/11.

“About nine months ago Paul indicated that he wanted to submit to me…submit to my authority and control.  I remember asking him if he voluntarily gave himself to me…to serve me and obey…to be my property.  He agreed eagerly.  Later I took control of his assets giving him another chance to back out.  This was not only what he wanted.  It was what he needed.  However, when I took control I told Paul that what I wanted was a sister or a girlfriend.  I have turned him into a woman…Paula.

“I’ve told you all this so you will understand when Paula joins us.  Everything about her is a female except for her sexual organs.  I control them as much as I control her, but I do allow her to have regular orgasms and recently I have re-established normal sexual relations between us.  Other than that she is a downright slut—exactly what I made her.  Because this is her coming out party she will perform whatever sexual acts you wish.  So gals, if you’ve wanted your hubby to eat you out and he’s refused this is your chance.  Guys, if you’ve wanted a blowjob or anal--once again this is your chance.  She’ll also be pleased to do couples simultaneously.”

Everyone looked stunned as I walked to the hallway.  I opened the door to my office and Paula stepped out.  There were gasps of amazement.  Roger probably summed up everyone’s feelings when he exclaimed “Holy shit!”  Paula wore a simple skin-tight black dress that hugged her curves and showed off her DD breasts.  She wore five-inch heels and her hem came to mid thigh, showing off her long slender legs.  She sashayed to the center of the room, turning around to give everyone a closer look.  I was thrilled that nobody expressed any anger, disgust or negative feelings.

“Paula, will you service any of our guests tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress, I will gladly service all of them…the men and the women, both.”

“Then I think you should disrobe.  I don’t want you ruining your dress.”  Paula did a slow and sensual striptease, laying her clothes over the back of a chair.  The men couldn’t take their eyes off of her breasts—they were beautiful, the work of one of the country’s finest plastic surgeons.  They were modeled after Kate Upton’s.  When she shed her panties everyone could see her cock cage.  “Can I touch it?”  It was MJ, Robin’s wife.  She touched the cage and felt Paula’s balls.  Once the ice was broken almost all the women examined or handled it.

“OK, who’s first?  Remember that this is only sex.  It doesn’t mean that Paula is sexually or romantically interested in your spouse.”  I saw Roger raise his hand, “I’ve always wanted a blowjob, but Katy doesn’t want any semen in her mouth so….”  Paula crawled over to him and dropped his pants, pulling his erect cock from his briefs.  She attacked it with the same zeal she had used on Gary and Aaron so many months ago.  Once Roger was done, MJ was the next to volunteer.  Paula laid her on the carpet and climbed between her legs.  She attacked her pussy just as she had attacked mine so many times recently.  Later Robin wanted to try anal and was amazed when Paula cleaned his dirty cock in her mouth.  Over the next two hours every guest had sampled Paula’s wares.  Paula was covered in cum and pussy juice.  “Paula, I think you should take a quick shower.  Then dress again in the clothes on your dresser.”

“Yes, Mistress…thank you, Mistress for allowing me to serve you.”  I kissed her cheek and sent her on her way.  There was a momentary lull before Robin spoke up, “Damn, I couldn’t beat him from the men’s tees.  I guess now she’ll hit from the women’s.  That just isn’t fair.”

“Yeah, but look at it this way—you’ll get to look at those tits for four and a half hours and again in the restaurant later.”

“That brings up a question, Liz…what rest room does she use?”

“Can you see anyone who looks like that going into the men’s room?” I replied.

“Yeah, well I’d love to see her in the men’s room…or any room, for that matter.  Liz, she’s gorgeous.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but it would be better if you told her.  She’s still a bit insecure, although this party and all of you will go a long way to correcting that.”  The party broke into groups as every party does, but the conversation still centered on Paula and her conversion.  When she reappeared after her shower she was dressed all in pink—bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings with shiny black five-inch heels that screamed, “Fuck me!”  She moved through the room totally at ease and even more important, so was everyone else.  Paula had been accepted.

It was almost a month later that we were invited to another party.  MJ and Beth told us they were having a ceremony and wanted to celebrate it with us and our circle of friends.  Paula and I were confused, but I told her to telephone and accept.  On Saturday night we arrived at MJ’s house just after eight.  “You’re just in time,” MJ exclaimed, “C’mon in and enjoy the spectacle.”  Paula and I walked in.  I had her by her leash attached to her pink leather collar.  Standing in the living room, hands cuffed to columns at the entry to the dining room were MJ’s and Beth’s husbands, both of them totally naked.

MJ acted as emcee, “Beth and I have to thank Liz and, of course you, Paula for showing us the way—the way to controlling our husbands who have required a lot of patience for their bad behavior and lousy performance in bed.  Tonight they are going to be chastised.”  She and Beth brought out stainless steel cock cages, affixed the ring to their genitals and slid their soft cocks into the tubes.  They locked the tubes in place and kissed their husbands.  They released them, but kept their wrists cuffed behind their backs and their bodies naked.  Periodically through the party they required their husbands to eat their pussies and bring them to orgasm.  “That’s the first orgasm he’s given me in more than a year.  I have a feeling I’m going to get a lot more before I let him out to enjoy himself.  Thanks so much, Liz.”

Paula took one look at me and fell to her knees.  In a second she was into my pussy and I was squirming in delight.  Every woman should have a slave.

Submissive Paul was enslaved by his wife and turned into something she’s always wanted—a she-male girlfriend named Paula.  Liz’s friends try to copy her by enslaving their husbands, but with what result?

CHAPTER 1

We had been invited to a party—a ceremony of some kind.   Paula had hung up our coats and returned to me, her leash dangling from her sensual mouth.  I had just led her to the living room by her leash when it began.  We stood and watched as MJ and Beth locked their husbands’ genitals into the stainless steel cages, effectively enslaving them.  They were plenty pissed at their husbands’ terrible drunken behavior and selfish performance in bed, but, truthfully, I thought this was a bit extreme.  Paula understandably watched the ceremony, but as a psychologist I was more interested in everyone’s reactions.  I was looking in the other direction.  I saw a lot of anxiety in the men who were clearly appalled by the event and plenty of smirks on the gleeful faces of the women.  However, the expressions of Katy and Roger were entirely different.  Katy seemed extremely self-satisfied as though she’d just climbed Everest or outwrestled a gorilla; Roger appeared glum, even depressed.  I pulled Paula’s leash in their direction.

“Why the sad face, Roger?  It is a party, isn’t it?  Aren’t we supposed to be having fun?”

“Oh, hi, Miss Liz…Miss Paula.  Yeah…a party…whoopee!”

“Miss Liz?  Miss Paula?  How very polite.”

“Yes, Miss Liz, I’ve been instructed that I have to be extremely polite, especially to the ladies.”

“Why do I have the feeling that something extremely traumatic has happened to you…something hard and unforgiving around your genitals, maybe?”

“Yeah, Miss Liz…no ceremony…but Katy locked me up more than a week ago.  She got the idea from Paula’s coming out party.  I didn’t really have any choice or I would have told her to…well, you know.”

“You weren’t cheating on her, I hope.”

“Oh, no, Miss Liz…she caught me masturbating to some online porn.”

“Tell her how many times.”  It was Katy speaking from behind him.

“I don’t know.  You think I keep track of stuff like that?”

“Well, I have!  Twenty seven times I’ve caught him!  Twenty-seven…and that’s just in the past two months!  God only knows how many times he did it when I didn’t catch him.  My orgasms have suffered just like MJ and Beth, maybe even worse.  That had to change!”

“So, Roger,” I continued, “how many orgasms have you given your lovely wife since she locked you up?”

“Three a day—minimum—my tongue is aching, and what have I gotten back—nothing.  She hasn’t even thought of unlocking this damned thing.”

“Explain why I haven’t, Roger,” Katy demanded.

“She tries ordering me around, like she’s my boss for crying out loud.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “Paula, dear, please explain to Roger what the problem is.”

“Yes, Mistress…Roger your problem is simple… she IS your boss and you don’t want to recognize or accept it.  She is your Mistress…your owner…and the faster you realize it the better.  Mistress Katy has complete control of your penis, your orgasms, your entire sexuality.  In other words--she has complete and total control of you, just as my Mistress has complete and total control of me.  When she tells me to do something I do it as quickly as I possibly can whether I like it or not.  If I want a reward like an orgasm I have to earn it.  When you do that I’m sure that Mistress Katy will take care of you, too.  After all, she did this because she loves you.  It’s a lot of work and responsibility.”

“Thank you, Paula,” Katy replied, “Roger is definitely a slow learner, but he’ll come around if he ever wants to cum again.”  Katy leaned up and kissed Roger’s cheek.  “I do love you, you know.”

Roger hung his head, “I know and I know I let you down, too.  It’s just such a change.  It’s hard…not my cock, obviously…it’s the whole idea of doing without…being under someone else’s thumb like this.  There must have been something else you could have done.”

Paula stroked his cheek, “Some of us love being under control.  I know I do.  I have only one thing to worry about—making my Mistress happy.  My life is dedicated to her…to you, Mistress.”  Paula fell to her knees and kissed my feet. 

I ran my fingers through her lustrous hair.  “You do an excellent job of it my darling slave.”  I turned to see MJ and Beth release their husbands.  They immediately re-cuffed their hands behind their backs and pointed to the floor.  The men, still naked, dropped and their heads disappeared beneath their wives’ skirts.  When Paula saw that she looked at me for permission.  She attacked my pussy once I had nodded. 

“That, Roger is dedication to one’s Mistress.  You’d do well to follow her example.”  I leaned back against the wall while Paula licked and sucked my puffy cunt lips, swallowing my nectar.  My cunt began to pulse as it engorged with blood.  My labia swelled; my clit became hard and extremely sensitive.  When Paula nibbled on my button she drove me to an absolutely wonderful orgasm.  I swooned as my knees buckled for a few seconds before I was able to regain my balance.  I pulled her up for a deep kiss, tasting my pussy as my tongue invaded her mouth.  I hugged her close and whispered, “I hope you don’t mind waiting.  I’ll take very good care of you when we return home.  I kissed her again and released her for an evening’s fun.  I folded her leash in my purse.

Paula went to the bar, but only for a Diet Coke.  I did not allow her to drink.  Since she had become my slave Paula had lost almost twenty pounds.  We now weighed exactly the same amount--123 pounds.  Not only was it healthier for Paula, it made her look drop dead gorgeous.  Plus, I loved women with tight flat abdomens and nice round butts.  That was Paula to a “T.”

I was about to allow Paula to resume her golf.  I knew she loved it so I was determined to learn now that I had finally quit my job with the CIA.  I had already bought clubs, shoes, and a bag and I insisted that Paula also buy a new bag, too.  Hers was pink; mine was purple.  On Monday I’d have my first formal lesson and Paula had promised to take me to the range--whatever that was--tomorrow to get me started.  I saw her talking to her former golf partners.  She told me later that they asked how she could even swing the club with those gorgeous breasts.  Paula had answered politely that she was looking forward to the challenge and listened as they asked their next question—how was it really to be locked up in a chastity cage?

“It can be tough…no question about it.  My Mistress and I had plenty of sex on weekends, but my schedule made it tough during the week.  I jerked off a lot in my office to make up for it.  Let’s face it—everybody wants to cum-- men and women both.  There are times when it’s not too comfortable, especially in the beginning when you’re not used to it, but it’s the psychological part that’s the hardest.  Denial of your orgasms is difficult, but the hardest part in my opinion is adapting to being controlled—owned.  Once you adjust to that the rest is simple.  I’m sure there are some cruel mistresses who would torture or deny their slaves forever, but I doubt that applies to any of your wives.  Most women want to be appreciated and loved, even served, but… is that so difficult?  They’ll be glad to take care of you if you just take care of them.  Do you have reason to be concerned?”

“Hell, yeah…they been talking back and forth ever since your party.  You are really beautiful, by the way.  Anyway, they want control.  They want us to give them orgasms all the time.”

“So, why don’t you?  I give my Mistress as many as she wants and I’d give her more if she’d let me.  I just gave her one when Robin and Mark were released.  She promised to take good care of me when we get home.  If you take care of them you’ll be OK.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I don’t go down on her.  It’s unmanly.”

“Yeah, that’s how I feel, too.”

“Gentlemen, you have a lot to learn.  I’ll bet you all loved it when I sucked on you, didn’t you?  And I’ll bet you expect your wives to do it, too.”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“Do you guys ever listen to yourselves?  No wonder your wives are thinking about taking complete control of you.  You expect your wives to suck on your cocks, but you won’t reciprocate.  You probably expect them to swallow your cum, too, but you give them nothing in return.  You are just asking for it.  When my Mistress was training me she sometimes made me do without.  It helped me focus on what was important—taking the very best possible care of her.  It helped me to lose my selfishness.  You guys are just like I was.  You only think about your own needs.  If I were you I’d start taking care of them now—right now.  I see two naked guys over there servicing their women and I’ve already taken care of my Mistress so I doubt anybody will complain if you take care of yours.”

“You mean…eat their pussies here…now?”

“Why not?  I see MJ and Beth getting theirs…second time for them and if it’ll help you I’ll go back to my Mistress and beg for the opportunity to lick her again.  That’s almost half of the party so you’ll fit right in and I think Katy will get Roger to do it.  Just make sure they sit down first; they’ll probably faint when you start.”  Paula kissed each of them on the cheek and returned to me.

“Well, slave, that looked like quite a conversation.”

“It was, Mistress.  They are worried about being locked up and they deserve that and more.  They expect their wives to perform for them and they give them nothing back.  I tried to convince them to eat their wives’ pussies now and I told them I’d beg you to do yours again.”

“Well, are you going to beg?”

“I’m doing it now, Mistress.  You know how I love to serve you.”  Paula fell to her knees, “Please…may I?  I don’t want you to be left out.”  I laughed, nodded, and spread my legs.  I’d be damned if I was going to be the only woman here missing out.  All around the room the wives were sitting back, their legs apart with their husbands eating them to one orgasm after another.  This was becoming quite a party.

CHAPTER 2

The party broke up around 12:30.  I didn’t see any of the women receive fewer than three orgasms—all in all a successful night for female domination.  I wanted to figure out how many couples were involved, but first I had a promise to keep.  Paula had been such a good girl all evening, convincing the “free” husbands to service their wives and taking care of me four times—FOUR TIMES!  Poor Paula almost had to carry me to the car.  Now that she was a slave she was restricted to being a passenger.  If I was going to run our relationship I was going to do the driving, too.  On wobbly legs I led Paula to the bedroom.  I turned to her and kissed her passionately.  My tongue found hers; my hand found her sensitive nipple.  I twisted and pulled it between my finger and thumb, causing Paula to groan in ecstasy.

I dropped the leash to the floor and removed her collar, holding the kiss the entire time.  I could feel her hands on my body. I had, with considerable difficulty, encouraged her to have freedom to engage my body during sex.  There were times when I wanted to be led and fucked hard.  This was one of those times.  Paula unbuttoned my blouse and slid it from my shoulders.  She unhooked my bra, much more adeptly now that she had to do her own every day.  Her fingers found the button for my skirt.  I lifted my feet, allowing her to remove it to the chair.  My garter belt, stockings, and sodden panties soon followed.  Normally, I would have Paula undress herself, but tonight she merited special attention.  She began to complain when I undressed her, but a stern look and a finger to her lips brought her to immediate compliance. 

In seconds we were naked, standing almost nipple to nipple.  I removed the wrench from my neck and opened her cage.  I dropped the pieces onto the carpet as I whispered into her ear, “I don’t think we’ll need that for a while.  You won’t disappoint me, will you?”

“Never, Mistress, but I love your control over me.  It makes me feel loved and protected.”

“Don’t worry about either—I will always love you and I will protect you all my life.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  I love you so much.”  Paula took my head in her hands and led me into another sensational kiss.  Her fingers found my dripping cunt.  At the same time my fingers found her growing cock and swollen ball sac.  I fell back onto the bed pulling Paula on top of me.  I rubbed her cock into my slit as my mouth found her firm swollen nipple.  I suckled as she pushed into me, her large firm breasts rubbing into mine.  It was one of my favorite parts of fucking.

Paula began a slow rhythm that I matched thrust for thrust.  I wrapped my legs around her waist, forcing her deep within me.  I knew I was getting to her when her pace increased rapidly.  I also knew she would not cum without my permission and after cumming so many times tonight I doubted I’d do it again, at least not easily.  I leaned up, licked her ear lobe and whispered, ”You have my permission my sweet girl.  Cum for your Mistress.  Cum now!”  Paula arched her back and drove her cock into me forcefully.  She opened her mouth for a silent scream as her first rope of cum found its way into my womb.  Again and again her cum was sprayed into my cunt until she collapsed on me completely exhausted.  I stroked her head and kissed her.  “Roll over and you can clean me.”  She moved onto her back and I straddled her mouth.  Paula used her tongue to lick my thighs and labia before she sucked her cum from my tunnel.  She finished up by tonguing me and scooping out every last trace of semen.  Then I surprised her by turning around and taking her organ into my mouth.  I sucked and licked it clean.  Paula looked at me incredulously.  “It’s my cock, Paula.  I’ll do what I want with it.  Right now I want to clean it and I want it exposed all night in case I want to play with it again.  Understand?  No cage for you tonight.”

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress.”  Paula pulled up the blanket and snuggled up next to me for the night.  Meanwhile, my mind was reeling.  I was thinking seriously about our circle of friends.  Let’s see now—Paula was locked up, but she hardly counted.  She was more woman than man.  MJ’s husband Robin and Beth’s husband Mark—of course Katy’s husband Roger—made four of the eight couples under the control of the woman.  I had a feeling that we’d see more in the future, but I was surprised at how quickly it occurred.

Beth called three weeks later to invite us to another party.  She promised it would be really special.

CHAPTER 3

Beth had explained all about the party, asking for my and Paula’s cooperation.  Normally I would just command Paula, but this time I felt I should discuss the matter with her.  I called her to her place.  She sat between my legs, looking up to me in adoration and anticipation.  “Beth called me about another party…a really special one.  All the men will be asked to submit to their wives.”

“All the men, Mistress?” Paula asked incredulously.

“Yes, my darling girl…every single one of them.  Apparently they have all been locked into cock cages.  Beth asked if you would go first…repeat what we said when you first submitted to me.  She said she wanted all the men to be told to strip, kneel and submit.  Then they will be told to lick their wives’ pussies, jerk off on their knees into a bowl and lick up their cum.   I told you that I would not embarrass or humiliate you unless you forced me and I’ve only had to do that once so I will not force you.”

“Mistress…if I do not…then you will be embarrassed.  I would never want that.  I will do it gladly for you.”

“You will have to wear your cock cage again.  You haven’t worn it for the past three weeks, but I will remove it once you have pledged yourself to me again.”  I held her head and kissed her.  I had known all along that she would do whatever I asked.  I knew the idea was to humiliate the men, but I had no intention of humiliating Paula for no good reason.  I had a few surprises in mind for Paula and for the other women, too.

I had Paula bathe me the night of the party, but this time I pulled her into the tub with me.  Paula was so submissive and subservient to me I could afford to take a few liberties from time to time.  I had a big tub—a six foot whirlpool so there was more than enough room when she sat in front of me.  I used the soap to cleanse her face, neck, and breasts then I rinsed them clean.  I washed her penis and ball sac then had her kneel so I could wash her ass.   Playfully, I pushed several fingers into her butt, causing her to squirm.  I would have rubbed her prostate except for the fact that I would want her to perform later at the party.

I told Paula that all the slaves would be naked throughout the party and she agreed that she should be naked, also.  Therefore, I had her wear only the simplest of outfits—low heels with no stockings, no panties or bra and only the skimpiest sundress I had ever seen with her tits practically hanging out.  Paula was a Grade A slut and now she was dressed like one.  I added her pink collar and leash and she was done.  I wore a low cut blouse—teal—and skin-tight black Capri’s.  They were so tight that I never wore underwear with them.  Their outline would be seen clearly through the taut material.  I added some lightweight sandals with heels.  I allowed the silver chain with the wrench to Paula’s cage to hang outside my blouse, serving as a decorative pendant.

We left our house at 7:55; it was less than fifteen minutes to Beth’s house on the opposite side of town.  I parked the Mercedes.  The title had been transferred to me as had all of Paul’s assets.  So far I had done a much better job of managing the investments than he had.  Our investments were up more than twelve percent over the past year.  I led Paula in by her leash. Beth answered the door and ushered us in to the living room.  I was surprised to see that everyone was already there and that all the men were collared and leashed.  I assumed that they had not heeded Paula’s advice.  Beth asked if we were ready before she began the festivities.

She stepped to the center of the room, “Well, ladies we all know why we are here—to formalize our new relationships with our spouses.  I have asked Liz to go first with her slave, Paula.  Liz?”

I led Paula to the center of the room and whispered to her as I unlocked her cage, “Don’t worry, you are not going to be embarrassed, but if you don’t follow my instructions to the letter I will punish you severely.”  I leaned forward a bit more and kissed her cheek.  “Strip…place your clothes and shoes over there.”  I pointed to a spot by the couch.  Paula responded immediately and within a minute she was naked as she kneeled before me, her firm DD breasts standing proudly, her nipples hard and swollen from her excitement.  I removed her cock cage, placing it on the floor.“Paula,” I began, “do you give yourself to me voluntarily…to serve me…to obey without question…to be my property?”

“I do, Mistress…voluntarily and gladly.”

“Very well, my slave, lie on your back and wait for me silently.”  Taking her cage in my hands I walked to Paula’s clothes and began to disrobe, much to the amazement of all present.  “I know that many of you plan to have your slaves give you oral and then masturbate into a bowl and drink it.  I have a better idea for my slave.”  I returned to Paula and straddled her hips.  I leaned forward and commanded her, “Fuck me!”  Paula obeyed instantly.  She placed her erect cock in my slit and rubbed it up and down several times before changing the angle and sliding easily into my pussy.  She raised her hips and began her rhythm, one which I returned, rubbing my hard clit into her abdomen.  We increased our speed…our heat…our desire for each other.  I could tell she was getting close.  I leaned down and whispered, “Wait for me, my darling.  I know it will be hard, but wait.”  Paula nodded her assent.

We ground against each other as we had so many times before, and as before I felt the tingling in my clit grow and grow.  I could see the determination in Paula’s face as she drove her rock hard cock into me over and over.  “I am ready, my beautiful slave.  Cum for me…NOW!”  I exploded in ecstasy; Paula drove into me furiously as her cock blasted my womb with her thick white baby juice.  I collapsed in exhaustion onto her massive chest.  I suckled on her breast for a minute before telling her, “Well done, my love…my wonderful slave.  Now claim your reward.”  I slid forward until my labia contacted her lower lip.

Paula reached up and licked my pussy clean, slurping up copious quantities of semen.  She washed my cunt with her tongue before addressing my tunnel.  She lapped up the residual semen like a dog lapping water.  I stepped off when my cunt was sparkling clean.  Paula jumped up and helped me off the floor; she kneeled again kissing my feet.  I replaced her collar, but not the leash and led her to the side of the room.  Her head was bowed until I told her, “You made me proud.  I’m sure I’m the envy of all the women here tonight.”  I kissed her cheek and stroked her hair as I turned to watch the next participants.

MJ led her husband Robin to the room’s center.  “Strip,” she commanded, “Place your clothes next to Paula’s.”  Robin hesitated for a second then apparently decided to obey.  He moved to the side of the room and discarded his clothing, laying them in a neat pile next to mine.  He laid his collar and leash on top of his clothes.  He returned to MJ and knelt.  MJ asked him, “Do you give yourself to me voluntarily…to serve me…to obey without question…to be my property?”

Again he hesitated only a second before responding, “Yes…uh, Mistress…I do.”  MJ dropped her skirt and summoned Robin to her cunt.  He sucked her pussy, amateurishly in my opinion, but then Paula had much more experience.  Robin did give it plenty of effort and was rewarded when MJ shook so hard she almost fell.  Only immediate intervention by Robin kept her from falling.  She kissed him on the lips and reached back; she was given a bowl which she handed to Robin as she kneeled down to remove his cage.  His organ sprung to life as soon as it was free. 

“He hasn’t cum since the last party,” MJ explained.  “Masturbate into the bowl.  Then drink it to show your submission to me.”  Robin took his cock in hand.  He was shaking with nervousness.  I could see Paula rooting silently for his success.  He began slowly, but within twenty seconds he was stroking furiously, so eager was he for an orgasm. Paula whispered in my ear and I nodded.  She approached Robin and knelt to hold the bowl for him.  He smiled weakly, leaned his head on her shoulder and came with a blast of semen that probably would have flown five feet had it been aimed skyward.  Paula managed to catch all of his ejaculate and squeezed the last few drops from his wilting cock.  She placed one hand behind his head and lifted the bowl to his lips with the other.  “It’ll be all right.  Drink it and lick the bowl clean.  It won’t take you long and your Mistress will love and respect you all the more for the depth of your submission.”  Robin closed his eyes as Paula tipped the bowl into his mouth.  The viscous liquid poured onto his tongue.  When it stopped Paula told him to open his eyes so he could see where to lick.  Twenty seconds later he was done.  MJ knelt next to him and hugged him, telling him, “You have been doing much better lately.  If you keep it up you’ll be cumming much more often.”  Roger fell to the floor and kissed his Mistress’s feet repeatedly in unashamed submission.  MJ pulled him up and walked him to his clothes.  She refastened his collar, but left his leash on the floor.  She retired to a chair, her naked slave at her feet.

Next was Beth and her husband/slave Mark.  Again, Paula volunteered to help him as he masturbated into a plastic cup.  Paula’s gentle hand helped him through the unfamiliar ordeal.  With the permission of all the Mistresses she assisted every slave and all went well until Laurie’s slave Brad moved to the center of the room.  He refused to undress or kneel.  Laurie was furious until Paula asked me if she could speak with him.  “It’s OK with me, Liz.  Maybe she can make him understand his situation.  I certainly can’t.”  Paula approached him, but kept him in the center of the room where their conversation could be heard by everyone.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you, Brad.  I already know; I can see it in your eyes.  You’re afraid…terrified of the whole idea, but stop and think for a minute.  What is the alternative?  Laurie caught you fucking a fifteen year-old, one of your daughter’s friends.  You were doing it in your own bed…her bed.  She could have called the police and had you arrested.  She could have sued for divorce.  Considering what you did, she would get almost everything—the house, alimony, hefty child support, sole custody of your daughters, and a lot more.  You’d never see your beloved children again.  You’d be publicly humiliated, shunned by your family who would also be completely embarrassed by association and you’d be labeled as a sex offender for the rest of your life.  Instead, she has locked your penis into chastity—a mild punishment under the circumstances—and wants you to accept her authority.  What she’s saying is that your judgment isn’t so great so you need to rely on hers.  You need to accept her leadership and authority for the same reasons.  She’s willing to take on a ton of responsibility because she loves you.

“Now, what should you do?  Anyone can say they are sorry, but words are cheap.  They mean nothing unless there is commitment.  You can show Mistress Laurie that you are truly sorry for what you have done by accepting her authority, by following her leadership, and allowing her to control and own you.  She could have railed at you when she brought you out here, but she didn’t.  She was calm and reserved--qualities that are much prized in a Master or Mistress.  Has she tried to hit or beat you?”  Brad shook his head “no.”  “I didn’t think so.  Ask yourself why.  When you’ve come up with the answer I think you’ll also be able to submit to her and take the pledge.  Four other husbands have done it tonight and that’s not including me.  I also took that same pledge almost a year ago and I did it again tonight.  I would do it every day for the rest of my life, that’s how happy my submission to my Mistress has made me.”  Paula turned toward Laurie, her hand on Brad’s shoulder.  “Go ahead, Brad…show your wife how much you really love her.”  She returned to my side where I hugged and kissed her.

Brad stood there for a minute before slowly walking to the side of the room and removing his clothing.  He left the collar and leash in place.  He returned to Laurie, knelt and said, “I’m ready, Mistress…I love you.  I am so sorry I hurt you.”  Laurie reached down and stroked his cheek, “I love you, too Brad.  Paula’s right.  It would have been so easy to throw you out, but I do love you and your daughters deserve to have a dad.  However, you’ll have to be the kind of dad they really need and the kind of husband I want.  I’ll keep you in that cock cage forever, except when I want to have sex with you and you already know how much and how often I want that.”  Brad fell to the floor, crying and kissing Laurie’s feet repeatedly.  Laurie knelt and wiped the tears from his face.  “C’mon now…it’s time.”  Brad straightened as his Mistress repeated the oath that would lead him to submission and slavery, “Do you give yourself to me voluntarily…to serve me…to obey without question…to be my property?”

“I do…Mistress.”  Mistress Laurie knelt again and kissed him passionately before removing his cage.  “Would you please help him Paula?  I think he’ll need you.”  Paula looked to me for guidance—I pushed her into the center of the room.  She took a teacup from Mistress Laurie and knelt next to slave Brad.  She put his hand on his penis and began to stroke it.  “I don’t know if I can,” he whispered.

“Sure you can.  This is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve had to do…like eating my Mistress’s pussy in a crowded restaurant.  I was embarrassed and humiliated, but I did it because I love my Mistress and want her to be happy.  You can do this.  Close your eyes and imagine you are alone.  Your Mistress is giving you a great opportunity here.  If you don’t she’ll be embarrassed and who knows when she’ll let you do it again.”  Brad looked at his Mistress and applied his hand vigorously to his cock.  His breathing became erratic and rapid.  Suddenly, without warning he groaned long and loud.  Semen exploded from his cock in torrents.  It was all Paula could do to keep it in the cup.  Finally, it stopped and Paula scraped the remaining cum from his deflated cock.  She held it to his mouth, nodding her assurance.  He swallowed the entire load in a single gulp, reaching forward to clean the cup of any residue.  Paula returned the cup to Laurie who leaned down and pulled her slave to her.  “You can hold and hug me and you can kiss me.”  She continued when she had broken the kiss, “I still haven’t forgiven you, but this is a good first step.”  She refastened the collar and led him away.

The remaining husbands accepted their Mistresses without incident.  It was now ten o’clock and way past time for the party to get underway.  I finally asked Paula to get my clothes. I’d been naked alongside her almost the entire time.  While she was gone almost all the Mistresses told me how lucky I was to have her and that if their slaves turned out just half as well they’d be overjoyed.  Paula helped me dress once she had returned.  “I’m sorry, Mistress, but there is a huge pile of clothing over there and yours were buried.  I had to dig around to find them.”  I patted her head as she helped me into my bra and blouse.  The Capri’s followed as I shimmied into them, pulling them up with difficulty.  Paula then handed me the cock cage.  She stood there with her hands behind her head waiting for me to lock her up.  I dropped the silver chain over my head and the cage into my purse.  “No playing with it until we get home,” I told her with a smile.  She fixed me a drink and I excused her to socialize with the others. 

Now that all the men had embraced their slavery the tension was out of the room.  Everyone talked and joked freely, men and women alike.  Of course, the men had to be aware of their Mistress’s needs and often rushed away from a discussion to fix a drink or eat a pussy.  I had no sooner put my drink down than Paula was at my side.  “Do you need something, Mistress?”

“Yes, my dear…the restroom.”

“I’ll take it from you, Mistress.”

“Thank you, my dear sweet slave, but not now and definitely not here.  Perhaps at home, but not in public.  I’m afraid you would be subject to considerable scorn if you did.”  I gave her a kiss and left to find the bathroom.

Of all our circle of friends my least favorite was Sandra.  She was OK one-on-one, but in a crowd like this one she became obsessively competitive and even aggressive.  She approached Paula once she saw me leave.  She began to engage Paula in discussion while her hand found its way to Paula’s cock, stroking it to hardness in seconds.  Paula protested, “Excuse me, Mistress Sandra, but my Mistress has forbidden me to touch my penis.  I’m afraid you will get me into a lot of trouble.”  Paula was in a difficult position.  She was a slave; Sandra was a Mistress.  It would be most difficult for her to assert herself under such circumstances.  She tried to pull away, but Sandra held her cock tightly.  Fortunately, I had just returned when I saw what Sandra was trying to pull—no pun intended.

“Trying to get my slave into trouble, Sandra?”

“No, Liz…just having a little fun.”

“I don’t consider your pawing my slave’s cock very funny.  Paula, if Mistress Sandra ever touches your penis again you are to flatten her…the same goes for your breasts or any other part of your body.  I won’t ask if you understand because I am sure that you do.”  Sandra turned and stomped off in a huff.  Too bad—she should keep her hands on her own slave.  Paula was my property and I wasn’t prepared to lend her out to anyone, especially a troublemaker like Sandra.

“Mistress…you know I could never strike a woman,” Paula whispered once Sandra was out of earshot.

“Of course, dear…I know that and you know that, but Sandra doesn’t know that.  Don’t allow anyone to touch you, OK?  Except for me, of course.”

Paula smiled as I kissed her cheek, “Thank you, Mistress…I love it when you touch me.”

“I’m glad to hear that my beautiful and sexy slave because I’m planning on a lot of touching when we get home.  Now please get me another drink.”  I walked around a bit and decided to speak with Brad.  He was sitting alone on a barstool.  “Hi, Brad.  I’m glad you decided to submit to Laurie.  I think it was the right decision for both of you.”

“I hope so.  I’m still kind of afraid.  I’ve always been in control in the past, you know.”

“Yes, I do…but it didn’t always work out so well, did it?  I know Laurie well, probably better than anyone else here, other than Paula, of course.  I’ve always found her to be level headed and fair and, to be completely honest with you, the way she’s handled this whole affair proves it.  How many women do you think would have reacted the way she did?  Too many women are mercurial, subject to temper tantrums and mood swings and even more can be vindictive and petty.  Is that Laurie?”

“No…I guess not.  You’re probably right.  I really appreciate Paula helping me the way she did.  Can I ask you something?  What made you decide to give her all that surgery?”

“Oh, Brad…I didn’t make the decision—she did.  I gave her three options: return to how things were before she submitted to me—she hated that one, begged me not to—continue as a woman and have the surgery, or continue but go back to being a man.  I would have been happy with whatever she chose.  She did it because she knew this would make me the happiest.  Can you think of any better way to show your love for someone?  I can’t.

“Now, I want you to understand how much work it will be for Laurie to be your Mistress.  She will have all the responsibility.  That alone can be overwhelming sometimes.  She’ll have to handle all the money—some women have no experience with that.  And, of course, she’ll have to see to your health and well-being as well as that of your daughters.  Of course, you’ll be helping more around the house with the cleaning and laundry, and maybe even the cooking, but those are simple jobs that require no thinking. They only require time.  I suspect you’ll also be called on to service Laurie, but that’s mostly fun and the better you do at that the more she’ll be inclined to take care of you.

“On the other hand, Brad, what you did was terrible.  I wouldn’t blame her for keeping you in the cage forever, other than those times she wants sex with you.  It would be impossible to trust you out of her sight unless your penis is locked up tight.  I see she bought you a quality stainless steel apparatus.  That’s good—it’s strong and will last a very long time, plus Paula tells me it’s fairly comfortable.  Good luck, Brad.  If you need help understanding anything you can call Paula for advice.  You can tell your Mistress I said it was OK.”  I kissed his cheek and left, returning to my lovely slave.  I announced my presence by sticking my finger up her ass.  She wiggled into my hand—I loved her so much. She responded by laying her head on my shoulder.

We left around one.  I hadn’t any alcohol for the last hour so I was safe driving.  I hated reading about people who had repeated DUI’s but still drank and drove until someone was killed.  What a great way to destroy not only your own life but the lives of so many others.  We arrived home safely fifteen minutes later.  I attached Paula’s leash and led her to the bedroom.  I had her help me undress before telling her to strip.  She gathered all the clothes and placed them in the hamper to be washed later in the morning.  She used the toilet; I stood there, legs apart as though waiting for her to take my piss.  When she latched onto my cunt I just laughed, patted her head and told her, “Not tonight, my sweet; I’m very pleased with you—I’ll use the toilet.  Then I think we should wash and go to bed.  Don’t bother with a nightie.  I want to feel your skin all night.”

Paula pulled some towels from the closet while I emptied my bladder.  Hmm, I had a thought—maybe tomorrow.  We showered together and washed each other lovingly.  Paula dried me then herself while I fingered her cock and ball sac teasingly.  She responded almost instantly, her cock growing and hardening as it turned the most delightful shade of reddish purple.  I pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her forcefully onto the bed.  I straddled her head, but told her to do something we’d never done before—tongue and kiss my ass.  I reversed so I could stroke her cock and fondle her balls once I lowered my asshole to her face.

Paula kissed it tentatively, licking all around my puckered hole and teasing me mercilessly.  I pushed back and her tongue penetrated my rectum.  I was sure she could taste my shit but that didn’t stop her from cleaning my rectum.  I leaned down and took her hard tool into my mouth, massaging her balls while I fucked her with my mouth.  She was making me hot, but I needed it in my pussy.  “Do my pussy now.  Stick your tongue into my canal and drink.”  I lay on her to give her better access to my cunt while I strengthened my efforts on her cock.

We worked each other for more than five minutes; I was so wrapped up in what I was feeling that I almost forgot to give poor Paula permission to cum.  She did less than three seconds later, filling my mouth with her thick white goo.  Paula, much to her credit, never halted her siege of my pussy.  I shuddered and shook until I was spent.  I turned around, my face over Paula’s until she opened her mouth for my gift.  I smiled and laughed as I opened up—my mouth was empty.  “You’re not the only one here who loves the taste of cum, you know.”  Paula looked up at me with pure unadulterated love in her eyes.  I leaned down and kissed her as I slid onto my side.  Paula spooned with me as we finally fell soundly asleep.

We woke around nine the following morning.  I led Paula to the bathroom and watched as she peed.  She stood aside to allow me access to the toilet, but I pointed her instead to the shower.  Paula walked in confused—I always peed either into the toilet or into her mouth, but not today.  “Kneel, Paula,” I ordered.  She grinned when I moved to straddle her.  “You don’t have to take it in your face.  If you do, make sure your eyes are closed.  She did close her eyes, but only after placing her face about three inches from my cunt.  I let loose, my urine hitting her on the nose and running down between her huge firm breasts.  She rubbed it into her skin, treasuring my gift to her.

I turned on the shower and we washed each other as lovers often do.

CHAPTER 4

Time flew by quickly, one week melting into the next.  Before we knew it winter had disappeared to be replaced almost overnight with balmy spring-like weather.  I lay on a chaise naked and oiled from head to toe courtesy of a lengthy massage by Paula’s skilled hands.  My pussy was tingling; Paula always insisted that a massage have a “happy ending.”  Paula was also naked as she worked her way through her chores, although I did allow her to wear a clear vinyl apron while washing the crystal.  Each piece had to be individually washed and dried.  It could be a sloppy job.

I heard the doorbell ring.  I ignored it; I knew that Paula would answer it despite her nudity.  It was only a minute later when she approached, “Mistress…it is Mistress Laurie.  She wishes to speak to you.”  I sat up but made no effort to cover myself.  Laurie and I were best of friends; she had seen me naked any number of times, even as far back as our days of skinny dipping at beach parties when we were teenagers.

“Well,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin, ”I see you’re dressed for the weather.  Can Paula stay?  I’d like to speak to both of you.”  I pointed Paula to a chair, but she curled up on the patio below my chaise.  “I’m going to have a party, a very special party.  I guarantee a wonderful time for all of us and by ‘us’ I mean the Mistresses—the slaves maybe, not so much.  Some of them will certainly be humiliated…it’ll be good for them, but I guarantee that each and every one of them will cum before the night is over.  All the men are committed so I’d like to know if you’ll commit Paula, too.”

“Laurie, I don’t humiliate her unless she needs to be punished and she hasn’t done anything to warrant it.  Also, I wouldn’t allow her to be injured in any way.”

“That won’t be a problem.  I can make sure that she’s not embarrassed and I don’t want any of the boys hurt either.  That’s how I refer to them now---boys, not men.  They had their chance to act like men and they blew it.  I think most, if not all, of us think of Paula as being a couple of steps above the male slaves.  I know we all hold her in the highest esteem so I will make sure the game is…shall we say, slanted…in her favor.”

“What do you think, Paula?  I know I can command you to do it, but I want to know your feelings.”

“I have already been naked in front of the entire group several times so that will not be a problem.  I have serviced everyone, too…some with my mouth and some with my male pussy so I don’t see any kind of problem there either.  I think I should do it, Mistress.”

“Very well, Laurie, you have Paula, too.  But listen carefully: I wasn’t kidding about her being hurt or humiliated.  Your head will roll if she is put in either position.”

Laurie rose from her chair and kissed my cheek, “You worry too much.  I have it all under control.  Trust me,” she boasted.   She turned and left.

Laurie couldn’t help from grinning and laughing as she drove home.  This was going to be so much fun, but back to business.  Brad would be home from work soon and she needed to come up with some new ways to torment and torture him.  She parked in the garage and walked directly into the kitchen before proceeding to the living room, finding her daughters there playing with their I-pads.  Ashley, fifteen, was just blossoming into a woman.  Her breasts were already almost a C-cup and her hips had begun to flare.  Laurie thought that she’d soon have to worry about boys following Ashley to and from school trying to poke their small but growing dicks into her.  Had she realized that Ashley had already experienced cocks shooting in two of her holes she would have been aghast.  As soon as Ashley built up the nerve to ask her mother for birth control she’d get a hard cock to shoot into her pussy.  Until then her mouth and ass would have to do.

Brad walked in a few minutes later exhausted from his work as a plumber.  It had been a particularly difficult day installing several whirlpool tubs into a new ten room home that was being built in the exclusive Grande Riviera Estates.  They were both heavy and cumbersome.  He’d worked his butt off ever since Laurie had taken control of him, making him work at home even after putting in a solid eight to ten hours on the job.  He sighed, opened the door and walked into the living room.  He was a bit surprised to find his daughters there.  They were usually in their rooms at this hour.  He knew what he had to do.  Laurie wouldn’t care that his daughters witnessed his humiliation.  Kneeling at her feet he bent and kissed them fervently, taking the time to caress every toe.  Laurie smiled inwardly, knowing how he must feel, doing this in front of his young daughters.

“Daddy!  Why are you kissing Mommy’s feet?  That’s disgusting.”  It was their younger daughter Samantha who had just celebrated her eleventh birthday a week before his downfall.  If only he could remember exactly what had happened.

“It’s how I show your mother how much I love her, Sweetie,” Brad replied, his face already reddened from embarrassment.

“But Daddy, don’t most people kiss their wife’s cheeks or lips?”

He was just about to come up with some excuse when Laurie interrupted, “Girls, I think the time has come for you to understand what has happened.  Your father kisses my feet because I told him to.  He has become my slave ever since that horrible thing he did with Jerilynn.  It was either that or send him to prison.  Brad, stand up and strip.  I want your daughters to see the price of raping a fifteen year old child.”

Brad stood, knowing that he had no choice.  In a minute he’d be naked and exposed to his children, crossing the line of a terrible taboo.  He removed his shirt and overalls, stepping out of them carefully before dropping his boxers to the floor, as well.  He faced Laurie dreading what was coming next.  “Turn around and show them…show them your prison, the one you are condemned to for the rest of your life.”  Reluctantly, he turned, totally humiliated until his girls—his lovely sweet and innocent girls—could see his imprisoned cock.  Ashley just looked, but Samantha was horrified--terribly upset at the sight of her poor father.

“ASHLEY,” she screamed, “If you don’t tell Mommy I will.”

“Samantha,” Laurie asked, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not kidding, Ashley.  Tell Mommy all about it.”

“OKAY, already—I’ll tell her.  It was really Jerilynn’s fault.  She wanted to fuck…I mean have sex, but none of the boys in school ever noticed her.  She asked me about Daddy, but I thought she was crazy.  She got some kind of pill from Bobby Simpson and put it in Daddy’s beer.  Do you remember her volunteering to get one for you, Daddy?”

“That’s about the last thing I do remember.  After that everything’s a blur.”

“Ashley, how did Bobby get drugs and why would he give one to Jerilynn,” Laurie asked.

“Mom, sometimes you can be so dense.  There are a lot of drugs in school.  Bobby’s a dealer.  He gave Jerilynn the pill because she gave him a blowjob. I know; I was there to see it.  She’s not very good, but he gave it to her anyway.  It was supposed to be something to make Daddy black out.  It didn’t knock him out, but he was really groggy.  We helped him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.  Jerilynn opened his shorts and climbed onto his cock.  She was only there for maybe a minute when you came in.  Samantha and I ran and hid.  I didn’t think you’d be home for another hour.  I’m sorry Mommy.  I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this, Brad?”

“Well, first of all, whatever she gave me blocked out my memory.  It’s come back to me now, but I couldn’t remember any of it.  Besides, would you have believed me?  I doubt it, not after seeing her riding me like that.”

“Apparently you’re not the pervert I thought you were, but I’m not releasing you until I do some investigating.  Go into the bathroom and shower.  I’m not making you work this afternoon.  I need to think.”

Brad had never been so relieved.  Even if Laurie didn’t release him from this damned cock prison he still knew that he hadn’t done anything so despicable as raping a young girl.  He would have said innocent, but obviously Jerilynn was anything but.  He had carried his dirty work clothes to the closet, dumping them into the hamper.  He removed his work boots and socks and stepped into the shower.  It wasn’t often that he had a hot shower these days.  Laurie usually gave him the shower herself, never allowing the water to warm anything near body temperature.  He dried himself, put on a tee and shorts and walked back to his Mistress.  He knew she was still in that position and he’d be subject to discipline if he took liberties.  He was more than surprised to find Jerilynn Stein sitting with Laurie on the couch.  He sat on the floor by Laurie’s chair—what had become his place—and waited silently while Laurie patiently questioned the young girl.

“So you don’t know what you gave my husband?”

“No, Mrs. Miller…all I know is that Bobby said it would knock him out, make it so he couldn’t put up a fight or argue. I gave him the beer and about ten minutes later he could hardly hold it.  That’s when Ashley and I led him to the bedroom.  I didn’t think I’d make such a problem.  I’m really sorry. It’s just like I wanted to be like Ashley…you know, have sex with someone like she has.”

“Thank you, Jerilynn, I think that will be all for now, but I may want to speak with you another time.  Don’t worry, I promised that you wouldn’t be in trouble and you’re not.  Goodbye, dear.”  Laurie stood and walked Jerilynn to the door as Brad rose to his knees.

Laurie returned to her chair, pointing Brad between her legs.  He complied immediately.  She stroked his chin and cheek as she spoke, “I guess I owe you an apology.  You’re not the scumbag I thought you were, but I don’t know if I can go back to the way we were.  I enjoy having you as my slave.”

“So, Mistress, you screw up and I have to pay for it?  That hardly seems fair.”

“I never said it was fair, but I will treat you better.  How about this?  You’ll wear your cock cage to work and whenever we’re apart.  If nothing else I’ll know this kind of thing won’t ever happen again.  You can take it off when you come home if I’m here and you can keep it off as long as I’m with you.  I’ll still want you to kiss my feet and give me massages, but I will see to it that you cum much more often…starting with tonight.  You have to admit that things have been much better between us since I took control.  For one thing, you’re not going out drinking every night.  You’re spending more time with your family where you should be.  In two months you’ve lost fifteen pounds and I’ll bet that in another two you’ll lose even more.

“Also, remember how much we used to argue?  It was almost every day, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress…I don’t miss the arguing either.  OK, I’ll stay as your slave, but I think we should have some rules considering how I don’t really deserve it.”

“OK, we’ll talk about it after,” she said with a lascivious grin.  “Right now I have to deal with our daughter—our lying, sexually active daughter.  I punished you terribly for something she was partially responsible for.  Now I have to punish her, and Samantha, too.  She knew what happened, but said nothing.  Why don’t you get a couple of pizzas for dinner then we’ll have plenty of time to talk…and other things later.”  She reached down and hugged her husband, thinking of him as her husband for the first time in months.  “Have the pies delivered so you can have some time out before I play with it later.”

She pulled the wrench from her neck and loosened the screws.  The two pieces fell apart as Laurie removed it for the first time in more than three months.  Brad would have touched it and played with it, but he knew that was forbidden.  Instead Laurie caressed his cock and rolled his tight ball sac between her fingers.  “Since you haven’t given me any orgasms today I’ll expect some extra effort from you tonight.  Fuck me three times; give me three orgasms.  Don’t forget, you’re still a slave.”  She kissed her husband again, passionately this time, before rising from the chair to have a word with her daughters.  Their behavior would not be tolerated.

CHAPTER 5

Before I knew it the day of the “party” had arrived.  I’d been having second thoughts ever since I reluctantly agreed to Laurie’s plan.  I didn’t like the idea of deliberately humiliating the husbands.  They may have been less than perfect men, but that didn’t mean that they should be subjected to what I thought Laurie had in mind.  I thought it might be dangerous, besides none of the women were exactly perfect either.

I laid out Paula’s clothes—just some simple slutty outfit with no bra or panties.  I thought she’d be naked much of the time like the other slaves.  I carried her cock cage in my purse, planning on fastening it only minutes before entering the party.  Paula hadn’t worn it for more than a month and there hadn’t been even a single problem.  I saw no reason why she should in the future unless there was a need to punish her.  We climbed into the Mercedes, buckled up, and drove the short distance to Laurie’s house.  I would be interested in seeing how Brad was dealing with his slavery.

As usual, we were last to arrive.  Maybe it had something to do with two women dressing and getting ready.  I noticed immediately that all the slaves were naked, kneeling, and handcuffed along one wall of the large living room.  The women, their Mistresses, were resplendently dressed as if for a formal ball.  They mingled with each other, drinking and chatting while they waited for the festivities to begin.  Paula undressed, leaving her meager attire in a small, but neat, pile near the other clothes.  When Laurie saw her she rushed up to me, an expression on her face I didn’t recognize, “Liz,” she shrieked, “ she’s supposed to be handcuffed…that was the deal!”  She was livid.  I couldn’t understand why.

“No!  I’m not too keen on this whole idea and in three seconds I’ll be taking her and leaving.”

“Okay…okay…don’t have a fit.  It’ll be OK,” she pouted.   Laurie moved to the center of the room and began her announcements, her mood seemingly changing in a second, “Ladies!  Ladies!  OK, let’s get started, shall we?  First, I have an important announcement.  It turns out my husband wasn’t a pervert after all.  He was drugged by the girl who has admitted what she did and was assisted by my two lying daughters.  However, Brad is still my slave, but I will give him a few liberties like…ha ha… cumming once a month or so!”  If that was supposed to be a joke it fell flatter than a pancake.  “Now, let’s get on with the festivities.  In this bag I have a number of sexual activities and in this bag I have the names of all the slaves.  Some of these involve only one person, others involve two.  If it’s a solo activity that slave will be exempted from the remainder of the games.  If it’s a two-person activity the one who has the fun will go back into the bag to be selected later; the loser…ha ha… will be exempted.  OK, let’s go.”

Laurie picked out a card.  She grinned evilly as she announced, “Oh, goodie…anal sex!  The first person involved will be the giver.”  She picked Paula’s name from the bag.  “The second will be the receiver…OK, it’s Robin.  Come up here, both of you.”  Paula and Robin approached tentatively.  Robin’s  handcuffs were removed, but his cock cage remained. “Put it in your mouth, Robin.  That cock needs to be nice and hard.”  I could see his face turn bright red.  How MJ could allow this was something I couldn’t understand.  I saw Paula glance at me for help, but so far I didn’t see anything that would be a problem for her.  I wasn’t responsible for the stupid idiotic acts of others.   Laurie produced a condom which she proceeded to roll down Paula’s hard tool.  Robin turned around on all fours, but Paula stopped him, “I think it will be easier if you lie on your back.  I’ll hold your legs up on my shoulders.  Besides, that way I can see if I’m hurting you.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!” Laurie screamed, “IT’S SUPPOSED TO HURT.  HE’S NOTHING BUT A FUCKING SLAVE.  HE’S SUB-HUMAN.  HE HAS NO RIGHTS YOU DUMB TWAT!” 

I walked over to MJ, “I’m putting an end to this right now, MJ.  How can you stand here and watch her do this to your husband?  If this continues there’s going to be a revolt—you can count on it.”  She just stood there dumbfounded, either unable or unwilling to act. 

I stepped to the room’s center, “Paula, get dressed.  We’re leaving.  Laurie, what the fuck’s wrong with you?  Do you have a brain in your head?  You might have been able to do this with real slaves, but these men are husbands and fathers.  They are voluntary slaves, remember?  V…O…L…U…N…T…A…R…Y—voluntary!  Real slavery is illegal, and forcing someone to do this crap is probably illegal, too.”  I turned to the other Mistresses.  “If you have any feelings for your slaves…for your husbands…you’ll take them home now.  Paula and I are going.  Let us know when you plan a nice social gathering.  We’ll be happy to join you.”  I pulled Paula’s hand and we were out the door in seconds.

Paula spoke once we were in the car, “Thank you, Mistress, I’m sure I would have hurt Robin something awful.  I know he was terribly embarrassed by having to suck my cock.”

“I had misgivings when we went.  I’ve never known Laurie to be so irrational.  She made Brad her slave when she thought he had raped that girl.  I could understand that. But, if that was the reason, why should he be a slave when he was found innocent?  I think the power has gone to her head…she’s psychotic.  I can’t begin to tell you how angry I am.  Not at you, darling; you were the perfect slave the entire time.  I still can’t believe she pulled that…and what the hell was wrong with MJ?  Why didn’t she speak up?”

I drove like a maniac all the way home.  Thankfully I didn’t run into any cops.  I opened the door and led Paula in.  I sat in my chair still fuming from Laurie’s idea of fun.  I had barely sat down when Paula crawled into her place.  She rested her face on my thigh.  “I know I’m just your slave, Mistress, but may I suggest I take care of you.  I think you need it, probably more than any other time we’ve been together.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but let’s go into the bedroom.  I want to make love to you, but I have to tell you—I’m growing tired of all this Mistress-slave stuff.  I miss my husband.”  I stood up and led her up the stairs.  I shed my clothes on the way and Paula must have done the same.  We were both naked when we approached the bed.  Paula knelt, but I pulled her up.  I stood her next to the bed, spread her legs and kneeled between them.  I ran my fingers up and down her cock, taking plenty of time to make it harden before taking it into my mouth.  I licked up the delicate underside, driving him—yes, HIM—crazy with desire.  Wrapping my fingers around his sac I applied the slightest pressure causing the most delightful groan.  I stood and fell onto the bed.  I spread my legs and waggled my finger inviting him to fuck me.  Paul wasted no time climbing up after me.  I didn’t need any preparation; I was already so wet my thighs were coated in my nectar.  I pulled him up to my body and moved his cock into my cunt. I don’t think anything had ever felt as wonderful as that hard hot erection violating my tender vaginal tissues.  I lifted my legs, placing them onto his shoulders.  I wanted him deep—deep enough to ram into my cervix. Yes, it hurt and it hurt badly, but it was the best hurt I had ever experienced.  Does that make any sense?  It did to me.

I bit and sucked on his/her nipples as we thrust together over and over and over until we were covered in a sheet of sexual sweat.  “I want you to cum. Darling.  I want you to cum and cum and cum.  You don’t need my permission tonight.  Just cum and keep cumming.”  I felt his first eruption flooding my cunt.  Again and again semen filled me until it leaked out onto the bed with every stroke.  Paul collapsed on my chest.  He took a nipple into his mouth and suckled.  I slid him to the side and turned my body into him.  “We have to talk,” I told him, “We really have to talk.”

We talked to each other all night, stopping only at three to sleep, but before we did we fucked two more times.  Each one was better than the last.  We were covered in cum and pussy juice from our chests down.  We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We slept in, rising around noon. We showered together, laughing and joking as lovers—as equals once again.  I pulled his cock and he fingered me, even sticking a finger into my asshole.  We dried ourselves and dressed before leaving for a brunch at a local restaurant.  The meal was delightful.  We fed each other peel-and-eat shrimp and other goodies from the buffet.  We were in high spirits when we returned home.  MJ and Beth were there sitting on our front porch and they were in tears.

“What…?”  That was all I was able to say before Beth interrupted me, “It’s all your fault.  If you hadn’t taken Paula out last night everything would still be fine.  It’s all your fault!”

I opened the door and we walked into the living room.  “Now, can you tell me what this is all about?”

“It’s all about our slaves…what else?  Everything was going fine last night until they were all released…uncuffed.  Then they refused to listen…refused to follow our orders.  They told us they weren’t going to be slaves any more.  They grabbed us and fucked us right there on the floor in front of everyone else.  It was so humiliating.”

“How interesting--it was OK for you to humiliate them for absolutely no reason other than your amusement, but it’s not OK for you to be humiliated in return?  That’s really ironic, don’t you think?  That had nothing to do with my taking Paul out.  I could see that there was nothing but trouble with that whole thing.  I don’t know why Laurie would do something like that.  She’s always been so level headed and rational, but last night it seemed that she was, I don’t know…obsessed…power crazy…egomaniacal?  She wasn’t herself, that’s for sure.  Didn’t she tell us that that Brad was innocent?  If so, why was he still her slave?  That didn’t make any sense.  You should have left when I did or put an end to that so-called contest.  You didn’t and now you’ll have to pay the penalty. 

“I suggest you go home and have a long talk with your husbands.  I assume they went home with you last night?”

“Yeah, but Mark insisted he sleep in our bed instead of the floor.  He told me if I didn’t like it I could sleep there.  I cried all night long.”  I looked at MJ and I could see her experience was similar.

“All right, what’s happened is you had a good thing and you destroyed it.  Remember what I said last night about ‘voluntary?’  There are no real slaves, at least not that we know of.  The men were willing to be our slaves because they didn’t take enough care of us or they did something wrong.  I think guilt had a lot to do with it.  Part of our responsibility to them is to take care of them…make sure that they are cared for and loved.  Nobody made their slave do more than I did, but I always made sure she knew she was loved. Even when I denied her orgasms or punished her she knew she was loved and cherished.  Last night’s ‘entertainment’ if I can even call such an abomination that was designed to humiliate and embarrass the men so we could laugh at them, nothing more.  When I saw Robin’s face as he was called on to suck Paula’s cock I was embarrassed.  Yes…embarrassed to even be a part of it.  That’s why we left.  Where was the love or care in that?”

MJ and Beth just sat there until Paula spoke, “Liz and I had a long talk last night, too.  She’s tired of being my Mistress and, frankly, I’m a bit tired of being a slave.  We’re moving backward…back to being equals again.  I still have a lot of submissive feelings, but we think we can take care of them in other ways.  I can tell you this…I was absolutely mortified standing there and having poor Robin sucking my cock.  I could understand if he tried to kill you, MJ.  It was totally uncalled for even if he had misbehaved recently which I doubt.  You two need to be home so you can talk everything out with your husbands.”  MJ and Beth nodded glumly and got up to leave.  Paul and I relaxed for the rest of the day.  We made an appointment to see his doctor the following day.

CHAPTER 6

It was a brisk autumn day in October when Paul and I teed off in the club’s husband-wife tournament.  I had begged him to take another partner but he refused.  “I don’t care if I win; I just want to spend the day with the woman I love.  The golf is just an excuse.”

I laughed.  “We’re retired, remember?  We spend every day together.”

“Yeah, but we missed three months when I was in the hospital and then home recovering.  We saw each other every day, but I couldn’t do a damn thing.” 

“That’s one of the things I liked about Paula—she didn’t swear.”

“OK, honey I’ll make an effort to stop.  I’ll really try.  I promise.  Where the hell are they?  Oh, sorry; it’ll take me a while to get used to that.  Tell you what…if I swear too much you can bring out that humbler you used on me.  There’s a behavior modifier if I ever saw one.”

“I guess you didn’t notice.  I threw all that shit out before your surgery.  I loved Paula, but I love Paul even more.  Is your chest still sore?”

“No, it’s OK, but what’s bothering me is the hormones.  Going off that estrogen and then taking the extra testosterone has really messed me up.  I have some mood swings that make me feel like I’m menopausal.  Next thing I’ll be having hot flashes.”

I laughed but was interrupted by Beth.  She hugged me as Mark shook hands with Paul.  After pleasantries we headed for the first tee.  Mark hit a hook into the deep rough, but Paul drilled one almost 300 yards and right down the middle.

Mark looked disgusted, “I liked you as Paula better.  She was much better looking and those tits!  Oh…those tits!”  We headed for the women’s tees all laughing our heads off.  We didn’t win the tournament—not even close-- but we did have a wonderful time.

The whole Mistress/slave experience turned out to be nothing more than a failed experiment.  The men did learn to take much better care of their wives and they, in turn, did learn to be much more tolerant of their husbands so it wasn’t a complete fiasco.  We got together often and had a wonderful time, with one exception—Laurie never spoke to me again.  She blamed me for everything.  I wasn’t at all surprised.  I thought she had become psychotic—a paranoid schizophrenic.  Everyone--me in particular--was out to get her, to embarrass and hurt her.  I heard she still tried to keep Brad as a slave, going so far as to drug him one Friday evening.  She dragged him to the basement so she could chain and beat him all weekend long.  The police intervened once one of their children told their school’s principal. Laurie was arrested, but was released on the condition she receive treatment. When she tried it again Samantha ran to a neighbor.  Laurie was committed to a state hospital.  Brad sued for divorce and won custody of the girls as well as the house.  I had no idea when, if ever, she’ll be released.

The cock cages were put away, but not forever.  Our experiences had made us much more open about our sexuality.  I must have heard at least once a month about a lengthy tease and denial session followed by mind blowing sex, explicitly described.

Paul still had his submissive feelings and I had agreed to deal with them, just not every day.  I waited a long time to act.  I wanted to be sure all his surgeries had completely healed.  We had gone to dinner; I was the last out the door so I locked up, leaving a brown paper bag hanging from the door knob.  Paul led the way in when we returned.  He picked up the bag and read the note I had attached:  “You are mine for the next 48 hours.  Take a shower and put this on.  Be in your place in five minutes or expect a severe punishment.”  He turned and looked at me.  “Four minutes and forty-five seconds.  You’d better get moving.”  Paul ran into the house carrying the bag with his cock cage.  Oh, I was going to have such fun with him!  You see, I fibbed about the humbler.  It waited in a bag behind my chair.  Paul would be on his knees all weekend which would put his tongue at just the right height for my pussy.  Yes…this was going to be a wonderful weekend.  And after…we’d fuck like we’ve never fucked before!