Chapter 4

Originally written by 4Play and modified

It had been two weeks since our wild weekend with Rachel and Jerry. They and my wife Chris had turned me into a total sex slave, using me for their sexual pleasure. I was made to dress like a woman and be sexually used as a woman. My ass had been dildo raped by both women as well as Jerry’s actual near-rape. They made me lick pussy for hours, often while filled with semen. I lost track of how many times I’d been forced to suck Jerry’s cock; sometimes until he came in my mouth, other times just to get him hard for the ladies’ pleasure. One way or another, I’d been coerced into swallowing most of semen expended that weekend, even my own.

All My Life “cocksucker” had been a terrible insult; now I was one! The girls were referred to as Mistress Chris and Mistress Rachel the entire weekend. Jerry had been called ‘Slave’ and they had given me a slave name of ‘Slut’. They had used me as a slave with no regard for my pleasure, being forced to satisfy their every whim. While serving two Mistresses had been one of my fantasies, things had gone way past my vision of such a scene. Even Slave had used me as his sex toy! I had certainly been made to live up to the name of Slut!

At the end of my degrading ordeal, Mistress Rachel had invited us to a party at their house in two weeks. Chris had accepted without consulting me, considering that a frivolous act for a Mistress. I had wished she had consulted me; I would have declined that invitation. One weekend of total humiliation was quite enough! While it been a total turn-on for Chris being a powerful Mistress served by two slaves, I had experienced only pain and degradation. I was hoping to never see Rachel and Jerry again. They had been instrumental in my degradation causing me to fear having to repeat what had been a miserable experience. Besides, I was ashamed to face them after what they’d seen me do.

Six weeks ago I told Chris that I wanted to be her slave twice a month. Since I had some submissive fantasies I wanted to explore, it was an easy enough thing to pledge. I had eagerly awaited our Fantasy Weekends when we would play our kinky sex games. Chris had been a very reluctant participant at first, but had found that she loved having a slave to use for household chores and as her personal sex toy. Now she looked forward to Fantasy Weekends and I had come to dread them. There was no way she would let me weasel out of my rash vow. On Fantasy Weekend I was her slave, but the rest of the time our relationship was normal. A weird arrangement, but I was stuck with it for the next month and a half!

Chris and I hadn’t spoken a word about our wild weekend since it happened. Our lives returned to normal on the surface, but I was having a hard time dealing with my feelings. The bisexual aspects bothered me a lot since I had always been straight. Only the fact that I had been forced into acts personally repugnant to me, made my memories somewhat bearable. Since Chris had enjoyed herself so much, I knew I’d need to work on adopting a slave’s accepting attitude to survive any future games. There certainly were more to come in my future.

Any faint hopes that Chris had forgotten about the party disappeared when she phoned me from work saying, “I’ll be leaving work shortly; you’d better get ready. Remember we have a party to go to tonight.”

The sweetness in her voice was meant for anyone in her office who might overhear her side of the conversation. Realizing she was unable to speak freely, I asked, “Do you mean for me to get ready as Slut?”

She replied sweetly, “Yes dear, that’s what I mean; see you soon.” and hung up on me.

Damn, I’d really need to hustle to get ready before she came home! I stripped off my regular clothes and got into the shower to begin shaving my body. Slut was required to be completely hairless from the neck down. Chris felt it kept me feeling submissive, and she was right. Anybody seeing my body would immediately know that I was owned by some Mistress, as a man would normally be hairy. Fortunately, the shaving went quickly as I had completely shaved only two weeks before, and I normally wasn’t very hairy to begin with.

After washing carefully and toweling myself dry, I rubbed the sweet-smelling lotion all over my skin. Chris had told me that a lady should have nice soft skin, and insisted that Slut use this particular lotion. Normally I don’t even put on suntan lotion as I despise the oily feel of it, but orders are orders so I rubbed the lotion into my skin.

I painted my toenails with the garish red polish Chris had selected for me and while they dried applied my makeup. The long fake eyelashes were glued in place and a heavy coat of mascara used to enhance their appearance. The eyeliner and blue eye shadow went on much easier these days. At first, I could hardly manage to get it on as I am very sensitive around my eyes, but after doing it several times, I was getting quite good at it! The eyebrow pencil was used to darken and lengthen my eyebrows.

Once the eyes were done I put on a base coat and then some rouge to emphasize my cheekbones. Red lipstick was put on my lips in a heavy coat. Chris had chosen my makeup to stress the sluttiness of my appearance, and it surely did that. When I was fully made up I looked like some cheap hooker! She’d told me, “Since you are going to be used as my slutty bitch, you might as well look the part.” While I disliked looking like this, it did help me get into my Slut role and Mistress had ordered it.

Using strips of duct tape I formed my chest meat into those petite feminine breasts that Chris loved to play with. It seemed that I was totally dependent on her for my sexual release. With such complete control, Chris seldom needed to use the ropes or chains anymore.

I got out my frilly white nipple less bra and put it on concealing the tape, but leaving my nipples exposed. They were already erect and protruded sexily through the holes in the fabric. The matching Panties and garter belt went on next. I opened a new pair of white mesh stockings and carefully rolled each one up my smooth legs, and hooked them to the garter belt. After stepping into my black, toeless, 4” high-heeled shoes, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I did have nice legs and a cute ass!

Taking my long wig from its form, I put it on and brushed it a bit. Smiling I thought, “It wouldn’t be too much longer and I won’t need to wear this hot wig.” The girls had decided that my hair should be allowed to grow long enough to be styled in a feminine fashion. The very idea of both Mistresses giving me a permanent sent a wave of submissive pleasure over me.

My frilly French Maid dress was the next thing I donned. It was very short and barely covered my buns. Any time I bent over my panties would show. I put on a dainty pair of earrings and the black velvet choker necklace with the white bow. The little French maid cap completed my Slut outfit. I had been transformed from a normal man into the sissy sex slave Slut!

The final step was to put on the long fake fingernails. I always saved them for last, since wearing them made the rest of the transformation process too difficult. My own fingernails were long enough to polish, but Chris insisted that I wear these extra-long fake ones to increase my helplessness. They made even simple tasks more difficult. Besides she liked the way they looked on me. Once they were glued on, I painted them to match my toenails and I was ready. Mistress would be pleased!

Just then I heard Chris walk into the house from the garage. Damn, if I’d only had a few more minutes more I could have greeted her at the door presenting her a glass of wine. Mistress always loved that demonstration of servitude so much, and I knew she was displeased when it wasn’t there. It wasn’t my fault; she should have given me more time. The transformation to Slut took quite a bit of time and she should know that.

Chris was carrying some bags that I took from her and set them on the counter. She smiled at me and said, “You look very pretty Slut, good job.” I helped her off with her coat and hung it up before serving her a glass of wine. She took it and told me, “Take my bags into the bedroom, but don’t look in them ... I have a surprise for you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied and started to obey when she added, “Stay in there until I get through with my call to Mistress Rachel.”

I muttered another, “Yes Mistress.” I picked up the sacks and carried them to the bedroom. It wasn’t fair to be treated like a child, after all the trouble I’d gone through getting ready, but as her slave, I wasn’t entitled to fairness.

After about a half an hour of conversation, Chris finally came to the bedroom and asked, “Did you douche Slut?”

I was puzzled by her question, but replied, “No Mistress, I never douche.”

She looked at me in a condescending manner asking, “Oh Slut, do I have to show you everything a girl should know?” She reached into one of her sacks and pulled out an enema bag. Ordering, “Take off your panties dear; your Mistress will show you this time.” She went to fill the bag. THIS TIME? That meant that she was planning to add another chore to the get ready process. I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them.

Chris returned holding the full enema bag and told me, “Bend over and grab your ankles slave, you do want to be clean for tonight’s party, don’t you?”

I muttered, “Yes Mistress.” and complied. She inserted the nozzle in my anus and released the clip flooding my insides with warm soapy water. I felt an instant need for relief, but she kept me standing there for a couple of minutes before allowing me to hobble into the bathroom.

The embarrassing noises made as my burden was released, caused Chris to laugh at my discomfort, which only increased my humiliation. The cramps soon subsided, but it seemed to take forever before there was nothing left to expel. I washed my bottom and returned to the bedroom to find Mistress already dressed.

Mistress Chris was wearing a black leather halter-top, which pushed her magnificent breasts up very alluringly. Her black leather skirt came to mid-thigh. She had high black leather spike- heeled boots that went up beneath her skirt. I was stunned by her beauty! She looked every bit the dominatrix I wanted to serve. I was so lucky to have such a wonderful mistress! For years I had wanted her to buy such garments, but she always thought spending money on clothes she couldn’t wear to work a foolish waste. After one weekend with Mistress Rachel, she had thrown caution to the winds and bought this wonderful outfit.

She motioned for me to kneel in front of her and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties! I kissed her wonderful pussy and Mistress Chris was pleased by this sign of my submission. “You are such a good slave Slut; I have a present for you.” She said reaching into her bag. She pulled out a lace-up corset ordering me, “Take off your dress and I’ll help you into this.” I quickly obeyed and soon was laced very tightly into the corset. Breathing was difficult and I wondered how I would be able to move while wearing it. Mistress Chris praised, “Darling, it does wonders for your figure!” I looked in the full-length mirror and saw that she was right. It did improve my figure, and if it pleased Mistress I would manage somehow. I put my dress back on. Mistress now handed me a butt plug and a jar of KY jelly saying, “Put this in your cunt Slut; it’ll loosen you up for later.” I greased up the plug and forced it inside me embarrassed that she was watching this process. She smiled pleasantly saying, “Isn’t it nice of me to be so considerate that I allow you to prepare yourself and thereby avoid some of the pain associated with anal rape?” I replied, “Yes Mistress, that’s very kind of you.” and meant it. If my ass was going to be raped, it would help to have it pre-lubricated and loosened.

As I reached for my panties, Mistress commanded, “Leave them off tonight, I want to have your cute slave ass totally accessible to me and my friends.” I shuddered to think of countless hands fondling my bare bottom, and worse, but merely dropped the panties on the bed. Mistress motioned for me to follow her, so of course, I did.

We went to the hall closet where Mistress donned her long leather coat and handed me a short cape to wear. She looked wonderful, I looked very skimpily clad. Indeed I was! With my bare bottom barely covered, I knew that every little breeze would immediately be felt. I prayed that we wouldn’t have to walk very far from where we parked to get to the party. Bad enough to be dressed like this without freezing or having to meet strangers on the street.

Mistress pointed to the overnight bag on the floor of the closet and ordered, “Bring that slave. Mistress Rachel told me a Mistress always has a few toys along with her, so I packed a few things.” I picked up the bag and followed her into the garage. Naturally, she was going to drive, so I got in on the passenger side. The seat was cold on my bare bottom, but my shivers were mostly due to nervous apprehension of what lies ahead. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was sure that it would not be pleasant for me.

Mistress drove expertly the few miles to the party, following Mistress Rachel’s directions like a born navigator. I was very nervous about being outside our house for the first time dressed as Slut. What if we got into an accident, or had a flat tire, or any number of unforeseen things which would expose my humiliating condition?

Mistress fondled my genitals with one hand as she drove asking, “You are going to be a good slave tonight, aren’t you Slut?” I answered, “Yes Mistress.” She continued. “I want you to obey without question any order you are given. Don’t embarrass me in front of the other Mistresses or Masters who will be there or you will be very severely punished.” This threat surprised me, as our game didn’t include a lot of pain. Some of Mistress Rachel’s ways were clearly rubbing off on her.

I pledged, “Mistress I will be very obedient. You will be proud to show off how well trained your slave is.” And I meant it! My Mistress would not look foolish in front of the others by having an errant slave. I would do my best to make her proud!

We arrived at the party location without incident, and found a place to park only a few doors down the block. Mistress told me, “Bring the bag slave, it’s party time.” I grabbed the bag and followed her closely up to the house, where Mistress rang the bell. Jerry answered the door and ushered us in. He was dressed in an outfit almost the twin to mine, and obviously in his Slave role. He curtsied to Mistress saying, “Welcome to Mistress Rachel’s domain Mistress Chris.” He helped her off with her coat and hung it in the closet as Mistress Rachel appeared. She immediately gave Chris a big hug and kissed her warmly.

After a few minutes of caressing and greeting, they parted and Mistress Rachel told Slave, “Take Slut’s cape and hang it up.” He stepped behind me and removed my cape, taking the liberty of reaching one hand under my dress to fondle my bare buns before hanging it up. It was apparent that he still thought I was his girlfriend and open to his full use. I had been hoping that was a onetime thing.

Mistress Rachel looked at me critically for a few moments before saying, “It’s nice to see you again Slut. Mistress Chris has done a good job of making such a worthless slave look presentable.” Mistress Chris indeed; I had gotten ready all by myself and it angered me not to get credit for it.

I didn’t show my anger, but merely said, “Yes Mistress Rachel.” I noticed Mistress Chris smile discretely and knew she was pleased with my answer. Mistress Rachel took Chris’s hand in hers and led her into the living room while Slave and I followed obediently.

The living room was one of those large rooms associated with mansions of the late nineteenth century. Sitting on the couches and fine leather chairs were two Masters and two more Mistresses. Their status was instantly apparent since they were all dressed in black leather outfits and comfortably seated. Their slaves either knelt at their feet or stood respectfully behind them. The slaves wore mostly frilly, skimpy outfits except for one girl who was naked wearing only painful-looking nipple clamps. Her pussy was shaved adding to her naked, helpless appearance; and her petite body had several welts as evidence of her Master’s displeasure.

Mistress Rachel started the introductions saying, “Let me present Mistress Chris to you Masters and my fellow Mistresses, she has only one incompletely trained slave, but she has great potential and is a fantastic partner in bed!”

Mistress Chris announced, “This is Slut, it is a pretty good slave and I hereby give my permission for you to use it for any purpose you might desire.” I cringed inwardly since I had trusted Mistress to protect me from the others possible excessive mistreatment and she had so nonchalantly given me over to them. As previously instructed I smiled sweetly and gave a little curtsy to the Dominant ones.

Master Jack arose, kissed Chris’s hand gallantly and said, “Pleased to meet you, Chris, I’m sure we’ll get to be very good friends.” He was a big man and with his imposing presence augmented by his leather outfit seemed to personify the title Master. He gave a quick wave to the naked girl and she moved to kneel before Chris kissing her feet. Master Jack told Chris, “This is slave M, and she is of course at your service. You may beat her, or order her to do anything you choose.”

Chris said,” Thank you, Jack, that’s very nice of you” and kissed him warmly on the mouth.

Sir William was next to greet Chris. He was no bigger than I but exuded that quiet confidence of someone who knew that any commands he gave would be obeyed. Standing in my Slut outfit, I envied this man who took whatever he wanted from any slave. He presented his slave Cunt to Chris. “This is slave Cunt, Chris and I offer her for your use any way you see fit,” he said and followed that with, “She is quite well trained and has served me well; I’m sure that you will be pleased with her performance.” Slave Cunt was a larger woman, a bit on the heavy side. She wore a very short skirt, that didn’t even cover her shaved pussy and a push-up bra that left her pierced nipples exposed. She also knelt and kissed Chris’s feet to demonstrate her submission to a Mistress. Chris thanked Sir William and kissed him as a sign of solidarity among Dominants.

Mistress Goddess now came up to embrace and kiss Chris as a warm welcome to their group. She said, “Rachel has raved about how wonderful you are; we’ll have to get together a little later.” She then presented her slave Twink. He was a middle-aged man, with a bit of a paunch, dressed as a harem slave wearing baggy red silk pants, a matching vest with no shirt underneath, and purple slippers that curled up at the toes. Like all of us slaves; he looked ridiculous. It must have been some understanding among the Dominants that a slave is dressed in such a degrading fashion to keep them subservient. Along with the slave name it seemed to be very effective; I know how submissive I felt in my role as Slut! As Twink knelt to kiss Chris’s feet, his vest opened and I noticed that his nipples were also pierced with rings in them.

The final Mistress to welcome Chris was Mistress Zelda, a very tall, large-framed, well-built woman. She must be a weight lifter, I decided by looking at her muscles. I knew that I would have been no match for her in a struggle; she could have easily overpowered me. She had a cruel look about her, and the whip she carried coiled over her shoulder made me fear her all the more. If this powerful woman ever unleashed her fury the consequences would be severe indeed! I vowed not to displease her.

Zelda hugged Chris and presented her slave Becky for Chris’s use. Becky was a short young man, made to look like a girl. He wore a ballerina’s tutu with no panties. Like me, his body was totally shaved; a status that seemed to be the norm for slaves. When he knelt to kiss Chris’s feet, I was startled to see tattooed on his bare bottom; Zelda’s Slave! These people weren’t playing a game; they were very serious about their lifestyle! I had gotten myself into a situation where my fantasies seemed very tame by comparison to what was likely to occur. Every instinct cried out for me to run, but I realized the folly of that course of action. They could have easily caught me and administered severe punishment. Besides, where would I go dressed like this? With no money or car keys in a bad neighborhood; I was probably better off staying here and hoping for the best. Logically, I knew this was a game that I would not really be seriously injured, and I could put a stop to it at any time. No one was going to kill me nor would they continue if I said I was going to the police and file criminal charges. However, I had made an agreement with Chris so that was not an option I was willing to exploit.