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I had been out clubbing these last few weeks, trying to screw my name into the record books after the break-up of my marriage. I had been lucky on this last occasion and had met twin sisters. They were both extremely beautiful, 5'4" tall and exuded an air of permanent sexuality. Claire was the youngest by about six minutes, she was a real tearaway and, seemingly up for anything. Rachel however, although extremely pleasant, was much more demure, the professional type with her head securely on her shoulders.

I am a professional sound recording engineer with liberal opportunity to use the sound studios free of charge. My hobby however is hypnotism and for months now I'd been cooking up a very interesting idea that I really wanted to try out. Hypnotism, through 'Subliminal Message Transference'. The whole idea was that I could suggest things to a person deeply enough that they would obey my instructions implicitly, all at the use of a trigger word that I'd implant into their subconscious mind.

The twins seemed to be the perfect opportunity for me to try out my little 'experiment'. During some free time at the studio I began to hatch my little plot. Firstly I recorded my voice in a smooth baritone, gently laying the instruction that whomsoever was listening to the music on this tape would love it so much that the subject, would need to have a copy of their own. I continued to lie this deeply into their minds, changing the way that they were told but always imprinting the same message. Next I lay some very catchy trance music over the top of my voice so that only the music could be heard by the conscious mind. The message however would, I hoped bury itself deeply into their subconscious. I repeated the process using the same music but this time, the subliminal messaging was far more explicit. It instructed the listener to obey my voice whenever I used a trigger word. I made several copies of each and returned home, ready to try out my plan of action.

I'd already invited the twins over that evening for a home cooked meal and drinks. They knew that I'd been mixing some music tapes and I'd told them that I'd appreciate their input and critique. They arrived promptly at eight and I played the first tape immediately as background music, knowing that the longer they listened, the more likely it would be that the subliminal messaging would take effect.

After dinner, I poured us all some drinks and played the tape again but louder, asking them both to listen carefully and make any comments afterwards.

The first tape worked wonderfully and both girls asked me if they could have copies to take with them. I agreed readily, handing them both the second tapes with the order to obey me subliminally working on them.

They left about midnight, promising to return for another evening of drinks and cards the following week. I knew that they'd be listening to the tapes throughout the week that followed and hoped intently that my trigger would work the next time that we all met.

The next weekend.

True to their word, the girls returned the following Saturday evening and we chatted inanely about all and nothing. The trigger word that I'd implanted was 'Poker' and sure enough, as soon as I suggested we play it, they both seemed to get a far away look in their eyes. They seemed to return to normal, yet each was eager to agree that we played. I wasn't sure if the trigger had worked so, I suggested that we make the game interesting and play strip poker rather than the ordinary type. Once again at the mention of the word poker, they both seemed to glaze over a bit and, once again they agreed readily. Still unsure of myself, I decided to try a little auto suggestion to see if they would obey my instructions. I made a vague comment about it being very warm in the flat and wouldn't they feel more comfortable if they stripped to their underwear?

Much to my glee and excitement, both girls stood up and stripped of their outer layer of clothing. I was certain now that my trigger had worked and decided to have a little fun.

We began by playing strip poker, as agreed, but no matter what cards I held, the girls always believed that I had won. Slowly but surely, I watched as they peeled off item after item of clothing until both were naked as the day they were born. Having reached this point in the game, I suggested that we continue to play but that if the girls lost again, they would have to accept a forfeit of my choice. Without hesitation, both girls agreed and giggled at the thought of what they might be gambling away. I decided to lose a few hands, just to make myself more comfortable and soon I was sitting in just a t-shirt and my boxer shorts.

Claire, being the most receptive and open minded of the two in everyday life, was the girl I chose to lose first. She looked over at me questioningly and said, "So, what's it to be then?" My mind was agog with possibilities but, at this early stage, I decided not to push things along too quickly.

"Put my tape on, would you? Then you can do an erotic dance for us both to enjoy. Your first forfeit will last for five minutes." I said to her, sounding more confident than I felt. Immediately and without argument, Clair started playing the tape and the rhythmic dance beat of my compilation filled the air. As if she were a professional lap dancer, her lithe body began its sensual movements as she swayed and rocked her limbs in front of us. Graceful and yet erotic moves burgeoned from her torso, as she began to bump and grind her body. Her hands started to caress her skin, starting at her neck and moving slowly down over her pert breasts. Her nipples reacted suddenly, rapidly becoming erect and tensile. She continued her caress, lowering her hands until they were tickling her inner thighs. She bent in front of me as she did so, her pussy only inches from my face. I could see her lips beginning to glisten as her fingers brushed over them. A faint whiff of her juices reached my nose, tempting my olfactory senses teasingly. Without a word, she knelt right in front of me, bending backwards and arching her back, exposing her delicious mons to me. Her fingers eased her lips apart and… she stopped. "That's my five minutes. Let's play another hand." Throbbing deliciously, my member strained against the material of my boxers as we sat to play the next hand. I decided to turn my attention to Rachel this time and, sure enough, she lost the next round. "I suppose that means that it's my turn to forfeit." She commented coolly. "You'll have to give me a chance to top my sister's performance though." She said brazenly, as she stared right into my eyes.

"Okay Rachel, then your performance will be to masturbate for us. Right here on the lounge floor and again, for a full five minutes. The challenge though, will be to see if you can make yourself orgasm within that time."

Rachel didn't even bat an eyelid, as she lay herself on the floor in front of us. She began by caressing her entire body, sending frissons and shivers down her spine. They in turn made her jump in little jerks as she reached down to start working her pussy for us. Her digits worked expertly on her ever moistening mons. Gently at first, waking the sleeping monster that lay within. Gradually she began to insert her fingers, one at a time, pumping in time to the music. Quicker and more energetically as she progressed, until she was thumping four fingers in and out of herself, ferociously beckoning her orgasm to come. Just as her time was nearly up, she bucked violently, moaning and grunting with passion. Release came in the form of a scream as her pussy juices flowed freely over her hand. She gasped and drew in breath as if she were drowning. Gradually allowing herself to return to her calm and peaceful self. "How did I do?" was all she said, as she grinned up at me happily.

"Very well, my sweet." Was my reply. I turned to the two girls and said, "How about one more hand, but this time winner takes all. Whoever has the highest hand gets the other two as their sex slaves for the night?" I needn't have worried as the affirmative response I got was both immediate and sincere. We played the hand out and, of course I beat them both. "Well then girls, I think we should start with the two of you putting on a little show for Me." Moving the furniture from the middle of the room, I continued, "I would like you both to make love to each other while I watch. Be sure to make each other cum and once you have, we'll take it from there."

No sooner had I uttered my last word but that Rachel leaned forward and planted a long, deep French kiss onto her twin sister Claire's inviting mouth. Claire responded passionately and grabbing Rachel by the hand, she led her to the middle of the room, laying her gently onto the shag pile carpet. Pressing her boobs into Rachel's flesh she proceeded to massage her body in that way whilst, all the while kissing and licking other areas that were afforded her. Rachel responded by manoeuvring her face between her sibling's thighs. She nipped, bit, licked and nibbled until her mouth found Claire's moist honey pot.

The instant that her nose plunged into this treasure trove, she redoubled her efforts as her tongue went into overdrive. Claire was caught by the ferocity of this attention and, in no time at all she was bucking like a bronco on her twin's face. She exploded as her orgasms fired through her body. Six, eight, twelve times her cunt exploded with sheer ecstasy. As she began to recover, she started her own onslaught on her sister's mound. No more delicate teasing, there was a score to be settled.

I watched in awe as Claire found each and every hot spot in Rachel's vagina. She pulled, she tongued, and she fingered her twin for all she was worth until, as she nipped on the throbbing clit that was there in her mouth, Rachel finally succumbed. Their goal achieved, the girls stopped their performance and hugged each other closely. As if one they both looked up into my eyes, simultaneously cracking a sexy, cheeky grin. Together they purred up at me. "Did you like the show?"
My first experiment with the twins, Rachel and Claire, had been an out and out success. In fact, I was agog at how receptive they had been, once I had used the subliminal trigger word on them. Although outwardly, they were seemingly normal in every way and what's more, that they seemed completely in control of their own will and faculties; they were in fact, completely submissive to any suggestion that they heard me utter.

I had been careful to implant the command, instructing them to respond only to commands that were spoken in my voice. They were to be my personal playthings and not submissive to any old 'Tom, Dick or Harry'.

The outstanding success of my initial trial, in the privacy of my own home, had emboldened me considerably. The perverse nature of my personality was now, well and truly pricked.

The next stage, I decided, would be much more exciting for me; though my humble pair of servant girls might have found it considerably more humiliating. That is to say, they might, had they been conscious of the acts they would perform at my command!

The really clever thing, I thought, about the way that I had induced the twins to be receptive to my trigger word, was that I had first made them crave listening to the tape recording, that contained my subliminal instructions. This meant that the longer I waited between meeting them, the stronger the imprint was, on their subconscious minds. The stronger the imprint of course, the more willing that they would become upon hearing me use the trigger word on them.

We arranged to meet in the West End of London. I had told them that I wanted to treat them and, that I would be buying them some clothes to wear. I also told them that this would be for a special 'party' that I would be taking them to.

The girls were thrilled at my generosity. Little did they know that this was to be my next little experiment for them both!

We met by the statue of Eros, near Leicester Square and, we walked into the heart of Soho which, being London's 'Red Light District' was full of seedy little sex shops. I chose to visit one that was filled with shifty looking men and, that was staffed by a similarly perverted looking man who sat at a counter by the door.

As soon as we walked in, the girls drew lewd stares and leers.

Since I had not yet used my trigger, the twins looked uneasy and nervous. They were used to me being the perfect Gentleman with them or, at least what they could recall of their meetings with me expressed that notion.

I drew them close and said, "Don't worry, Ladies. I'm just looking for some 'Poker' cards, for the next game of strip 'Poker' that we play."

I deliberately emphasised the word 'Poker', making absolutely sure that they heard me correctly. As had happened previously, they seemed to glaze over briefly at each mention of the trigger. As soon as they returned to their 'seemingly' normal selves though, the nervousness had disappeared and a look of excitement had replaced it.

"And we thought that you might be getting us our 'Party Clothes' from here." Chirped Claire, teasingly.

"Or at very least, our 'Party Underclothes'." Continued Rachel, as seductively as she could.

"Well… I suppose that we could see if there's anything that we all like the look of you in." I replied in a loud voice. Making sure that the other men in the store heard me clearly. "But there are no changing rooms in here so, you'll both have to try them on right here, in the open. I think that I'd like that, actually. You wouldn't mind, would you girls?"

They looked at each other briefly, weighing up the consequences of their words and then, they both cracked cheeky grins and said, "If that would please you, Philip. We're both game, as long as you're footing the bill!"

Most of the other men in the shop were throwing me surreptitious glances by now and, a few even winked or gave me the thumbs up.

We went to the sexy adult clothing corner of the shop and Rachel piped up, "Since these will be your gift to us, Phil… I think it only fair that you choose the outfits that we should try on."

"Yes, that would make it much more exciting!" commented Claire, in response.

"Very well then my young models." I replied cheerily, "You can start by trying on some underwear for me. We'll work on the top layers once I've chosen that, okay?"

I rifled through the sexiest, skimpiest lingerie that I could find; finally handing each of them similar garments. The only real difference was the colour. I gave Rachel a set in brilliant white and, for Claire, I chose Ferrari red.

"I think that you'd better start by stripping off what you're currently wearing, don't you?"

No sooner had my request been made, than the two of them started peeling off the clothes that they were wearing.

The other men in the shop had ceased to be in the slightest bit cautious with their glances and, they were now ogling blatantly at the denuding female forms before them. In fact, some of them were coming closer and, we seemed to be drawing a crowd of onlookers.

"You can look but, you can't touch Gentlemen." I told the growing crowd forcefully. "Anyone breaks that rule and, I'll take the girls elsewhere. Okay with everyone?"

There was a chorus of affirmation as the two beauties finally stood in front of us all, completely and utterly naked as the day they were born.

They gratefully accepted the outfits that I handed them and began to dress.

The outfits consisted of lacy half cup bras with matching g-string panties; a waist reducing whale-bone corset with its own suspenders, lace topped hold up stockings with rear seam and Cuban heel and sheer lacy French knickers to finish.

The girls received some wolf whistles as they each helped to tie the other into the corsets. This was a necessity as, the garment laced up from behind.

When the layer of underwear was successfully attiring them, I decided to look for an outer layer.

"I think that you should follow me around a while as, I'm going to need you to try some things on for me."

Obediently, the two sisters followed my steps, each remaining at opposing sides of my body. I randomly picked some clothes for them to try on, making them dress and then, undress in front of their audience.

Once I began to tire of this little game, I chose the outfits that I had decided I would be purchasing for them.

Rachel, I dressed in a sexy and very short French maids outfit. The black and white going very well with the skimpy white undergarments that she wore.

Claire, I decided would look superb in leather so, I chose the most sluttish combination that I could.

A micro-mini skirt that just allowed her stocking tops to be seen, a sheer sleeveless top that showed her waist-clincher and bra, a half-body leather jacket and, to set it all off, a studded collar with a ring on it so that, should I wish to, I could attach a leash to her!

The final items that I bought them were the shoes I had chosen.

6" stiletto heeled ankle boots that stretched their calf muscles, beautifully enhancing the shape of their legs.

I paid, asking the cashier to pack up the clothes that the girls had arrived in.

"You're going to wear your new outfits for the rest of the evening, girls. We're going clubbing and, I think that you look wonderful, just the way you are!"

The girls looked a little surprised so, I enforced my hold on them by saying, "Or we could always play poker with the guys in the shop!"

Again, the girls immediately relaxed and giggling, followed me out of the shop.
It was still too early for us to head directly to the clubs so, deciding to show off my lovely escorts, I decided that we'd go for drinks first.

We headed for the tube, our destination being the chic and frequently busy Covent Garden bars.

The Tube is London's busy underground Metro system and, I'd deliberately chosen this method of transport to get to our destination as, I wanted to expose my two 'Guinea-Pigs' to the largest crowds possible.

Dressed as they were, in their new and very sexy garb, they attracted many stares and not a few wolf whistles.

We climbed aboard the Piccadilly line tube train which was, as usual, packed solid with shoppers, commuters and, it was headed to Covent Garden Station.

As we descended onto the platform, I noticed several of the male passengers, coping a sly feel of the girls thighs, bums and even a few daring strokes of their breasts. The girls remained impervious to the attention though, remaining quite firmly in position, either side of me.

We rose to street level in the lift and, we were thrust rapidly into the early evening throng of tourists and locals, all of whom seemed intent on starting their evenings jollities early.

The girls and I were still turning a lot of heads and, I smiled to myself, enjoying the attention that we were getting. Proud to be in the company of such beauty.

Choosing to go to a pub/bar that would be busy, we pushed toward the centre of the covered part of Covent Garden Market.

It's beautiful architecture is quite imposing and, it's filled with a variety of small shops, each selling items ranging from expensive art to gimmicky, if unusual gifts and mementoes. In the vast alleyways and in the central courtyard, there are market stalls and street vendors. However, most interestingly of all, there are a variety of street entertainers playing to the milling crowds.

We went to the pub first of all, my plan being to have a couple of drinks and, to decide how to proceed from there. Claire was instructed to buy our drinks and, handing her some money, Rachel and I chose a prominent table, in the centre of the floor space.

I had asked Claire to buy me a pint of lager but, had told her to buy both Rachel and herself, the Zombie Cocktails that I'd noticed were sold here. Zombies are extremely potent alcoholic cocktails made from seven different varieties of rum, including Jamaican overproof rum and orange juice.

It couldn't hurt matters, I thought to myself, if the girls became a little tipsy!

We finished our drinks and, once again, drawing looks from the crowd, made our way back upstairs to the busy covered market.

Without it being planned, I had brought along a copy of my Dance-Mix tape and had it in my jacket pocket. It was the tape that hid the subliminal messages that reinforced total obeisance to my commands.

It was also a very catchy compilation, a mixture of the most up to date club 'dance' tracks, even if I do say so myself.

An idea was forcing itself into my mind and, the more I considered it, the more I began to like it!

We wandered around until I found a store that sold battery operated ghetto blasters. I went in and bought the loudest one that was available, charging it to my credit card. Now I could play my tape and, what's more I could play it good and loud!

Browsing the market stalls, I also found and bought a few 'novelty' items. They consisted of, two pairs of handcuffs, some ankle cuffs connected to a leg spreader bar, a ball gag and, a cat-o'-nine tails whip made of leather.

All that was required now to allow me to action my fiendish plan was, a length of mesh wire fencing or, a wrought iron gate of some description.

I found what I was looking for at the extreme edge of Covent Garden, at the edge that leads up into the exotic bar area. Fortunately for me, this is an area which, whilst little known to the average Londoner, is very broadminded and, it contains a large number of Lesbian and Transsexual bars and cafés.

The 'accessory' that I'd been seeking was, as I've previously mentioned, a mesh wire or, a gothic or medieval styled wrought iron gate of some description.

The reason this was so important to my little plan was that, I was in need of something to which I could fasten the handcuffs that I had purchased earlier, in the market.

I smiled broadly as we approached a large, black, iron gate that fronted a large, Edwardian house, on the very final street corner, that was still considered to be within Covent Garden's boundaries.

It was perfect!

Thick, black and made of eerily founded cast iron, it had a presence that would have suited a Hammer House of Horror film. Not wanting any trouble with the local 'law enforcement', I quickly gathered my wits about me and, thinking up an outrageous, yet plausible story, I approached the door and rang.

Quite the most unexpected sight greeted me as the door opened in response. What was, quite obviously a man, though quite a femininely shaped one, stood before me in the doorway, dressed entirely as a French Maid.

"Good afternoon, Sir. How may I be of service?" He asked politely.

I was a little taken aback but, recovering my composure, I asked if I might be permitted to speak with the chief resident of this fine abode.

Leaving the girls outside, I followed the maid to the 'Library'. Sitting there, in a large Chippendale leather armchair, was a most beautiful woman.

She was demurely dressed, a strictness pervaded the air around her, a presence, inescapable and virtually palpable. She dismissed her maid with a nod of her head, saying: "That will be all thank you, Davinia. I'll ring when I need you."

Without pause, the transgender servant turned and left the room, closing the door as 'she' left.

Introducing myself as respectfully as I could, I began to weave together, the strings of my rapidly formed 'story', the aim of which was, to obtain permission for my use of the house's front railings. The use of which would allow, my implementation of the plan, that I had cooked up for my two willing, subliminally controlled test subjects.

I explained that, I was a new, young, film producer, hoping to explore the public's reaction to unusual situations and exotic visual stimuli. I explained that I was hoping that, she would allow me to have my performers enact a few scenes, at the front of her house. Adding quickly, that they might possibly do so, using her cast iron frontage as a prop.

The lady seemed fascinated at the prospect but, asked that I might introduce them to her, before she made her final decision. I agreed at once, realising that here lay some potential.
… The lady seemed fascinated at the prospect but, asked that I might introduce them to her, before she made her final decision. I agreed at once, realising that here lay some potential.

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Returning to the front door, I opened it and instructed the twins to enter. Placing the ghetto-blaster and our other purchases just inside the hall, I led them through to the Library and, as requested by the Mistress of the house, proceeded to introduce them to her.

"Are they both… how shall I put it? Well… shall we say, 'well-trained'?" She asked, her eyes glinting as they roved over the girls' bodies.

"Girls, why don't you show Madame how much we'd appreciate her consent with our little escapade? Why don't you each kneel in front of her and kiss her lovely, shiny boots and then, continue kissing her legs, right up to her inner thighs?"

I looked over at the formidable woman and winked at her.

"I imagine that will be okay with you, Madame?"

She grinned at me, nodding her approval and stretched her boot-clad legs apart, widely, thus giving each of the sisters, ample room to obey my command.

At once, the girls took up their positions. Rachel took her position at 'Madame's' right foot and, Claire knelt by her left. They immediately began with soft, butterfly like kisses, working up from the point of each boot to the ankle. Once there, I commented openly that they should not forget the heels, before continuing their upward journey along the lady's leg. Again, they responded as one and licked and kissed the heels. Rachel even lifted the boot to her mouth, French kissing the heel and then, swallowing it into her mouth.

I watched eagerly as they gently lifted the woman's skirt, kissing and licking upwardly, along their designated path to her thighs.

As they neared their goal and, as their faces met by the Lady's inner thighs, they French kissed each other before continuing to tease her inner thighs. I heard the Lady moan as the two tongues found their mark. Again, I made a comment.

"I don't think that we can leave Madame in such a heightened state of arousal now, can we girls? Why don't you finish what you've started? Claire, remove Madame's panties and then, move your kisses to the lips of her mouth. Rachel, once her panties are off, you may continue with the lips you see before you. Don't stop until you feel and taste our gracious hostess' cum filling your sweet mouth!"

It was a pleasure and an erotic scene that I watched from then on. The twins worked beautifully, in unison, as they brought our Hostess to the height of pleasure, and beyond.

Our Dominatrix, was herself being dominated by the pleasure she was experiencing. She bucked and jerked as her climax took control.

She came forcefully, her juices covering Rachel's lips and chin. She would have screamed had it not been for Claire's mouth, which she had, clamped tightly over her own.

The girls task completed, they rose from the floor and looked over at me, expectantly.

"Well done, ladies. I think that our Hostess is most pleased by your performance."

The owner of the house was just recovering as I said this and, she straightened her clothing as she smiled broadly in my direction.

"You have my permission to use the house in your little production, Sir! What's more, you may use, not only the exterior but the interior as well. By the way, I am the Contessa Irena Motzzonne. It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

I took her hand and, raising it to my mouth, I kissed her very gently on her fingers.

"Contessa, the pleasure has been all mine, believe me. If there is anything else that I, or my girls can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask."

Her reply was more than I could have hoped for.

"You are most kind, Sir. I will ask that, once you have finished with your scene outdoors, you should return and shoot at least one in my 'humble' abode. Would you agree to do that for me?"

It was impossible for me to suppress my grin as I agreed with her request.

I led the twins back outside to the front of the house. I set up the camcorder and pressed record.

Suggesting that Claire handcuff her sister to the wrought iron frontage had an immediate and pleasing effect. She manhandled Rachel into position, pushing her front up against the hard metal and, ordering her to place her arms above her head.

Rachel submitted without objection and soon found herself on tip-toe, wrists firmly attached to the grate of the fencing.

Claire, without further instruction, kicked her sister's legs akimbo and, kneeling down rapidly, she attached her ankles using the ankle cuffs and spreader bar. This had the effect of forcing Rachel to stand fully on her toes or, to hang her entire body weight from the cuffs that were secured to her wrists.

Once again, I 'suggested' the next move should be to use the 'gag' that I'd bought earlier, securing that Rachel couldn't make too much noise, thus attracting the unwelcome presence of the local police!

There was no hesitation to Claire's actions. She rapidly forced the rubber ball into her sister's mouth and fastened the buckle tightly, behind Rachel's head.

Claire seemed to be really enjoying her role as Rachel's Dominatrix, subliminal autosuggestion or not, there was a glint in her eyes and, a look of eagerness in her manner!

I congratulated myself silently, on having judged them correctly. The girl's personalities seemed to be perfect for the roles that I had cast them in.

Looking directly into Claire's eyes, I explained that the video we were to shoot was, an S&M/BDSM style background film for a heavy 'Dance' track that would soon be released. The intended audience would be heavy S&M dance clubs and swingers parties. Having seen that Claire was willing to broaden the suggestions that I'd made, without any further egging on, I told her that she could use any of the props that I had bought and, to use her imagination as to how best to dominate her sister, now her submissive slave/toy!

I returned to the camcorder and waited to see how far she would let herself go and, what delicious tortures she might inflict on her sibling, now become her 'willing victim'.

I was not to be disappointed!

She began by setting her sister's boobs free, displaying the erect, excited nipples to the outdoor breeze; next she pushed up her captive's skirt, over the round of the bottom and tucked it into the waist, binding it such, as to leave the rear view of the g-string clad buns, open to the elements.

Claire spent a good 15 minutes, gently stroking the mounds of her arse cheeks, tickling and tantalising the creamy white skin with her fingers and palm.

As I watched through the camera's lens, occasionally zooming in for the close-ups, I could see the involuntary spasms as her butt-cheeks clenched and unclenched at each new touch.

Having carefully sensitised the whole area, to the point where Rachel couldn't help her clenching should a stiff breeze stroke her as it passed, Claire chose the bendy cane that I'd bought earlier in Soho, swishing it casually through the air, out of sight of her sister's eyes.

Without warning she thrashed a stroke over both of Rachel's cheeks, right in the middle, a thin weal quickly appearing as the cane swung back.

The gag muffled the scream that tried to break from Rachel's throat. It's a moment that I still enjoy watching on video, the jiggling the rode like a wave as her bum tried to cope with the sting of the cane as it bit into her skin. Truly beautiful. But I digress…

Twice more the cane bit into her, once just above, the other just below her original mark. Two more swiftly followed, cutting into each side of her inner thighs.

Angry welts soon burned red where the slice of the cane had made contact with Rachel's pearly white mounds.

Allowing her sister to experience the sensations she'd just wrought, Claire rummaged through the items that I'd bought along the way.

She chose the nipple clamps. They had a decorative silver chain that, once attached would swing freely between bouncy jugs they connected!

Claire approached the bound figure of her sibling and caressed her bosom, exciting the nipples and making them erect. As they stood proudly, adorning the wobbly tissue of her breasts, Claire attached and tightened the clamps onto Rachel's exposed nipples, quickly fixing the chain in place.

Returning to the goody bag, she took out a strap-on dildo and fastened it over her own clothing. Unintentionally, when buying Claire her leather miniskirt, I had chosen one that zipped up at the front; this was perfect for the strap-on as, she could attach the harness over her tiny leather strap g-string, unzip the front of her skirt about half way and allow the latex cock to poke out in front of her!

A small group of onlookers had begun to gather around the Video Shoot and it seemed to be growing fairly quickly. I panned the camera around full circle, capturing for posterity both the fact that we'd shot this in a public street and, that we'd gathered quite a crowd in doing so.

Claire, now fully into her part as the 'Dominatrix', sauntered over joyfully to her submissive sibling Slavegirl. She bent her knees, almost kneeling by her twin's rump and, without warning, ripped off the cords that held the tiny g-string in place.

Rachel struggled frantically at her bonds but, to no avail. She remained firmly fixed in position, her arse now naked as the day she'd been born.

Claire now began to excite the flesh in and around her target area, making Rachel's quim tremble with anticipation. She was tickled, rubbed, stroked and spanked until, gradually she could contain herself no longer.

Now it seemed, she was ripe for the taking, and Claire had every intention of making quite a spectacle of doing so!

Very slowly, she began to rub the tip of the strap-on along the crease of her sister's eager lips. Gently, she nudged the tip of the 8" rod into the moist haven between her forcibly compliant partner.

Inch by heavenly inch, the latex filled her inners. As Claire began to hump it in and out of the deliciously sticky hole, she unbuckled the gag and removed it from her sister's mouth.

A deep, passionate moan escaped Rachel's lips as, her excitement continued to build. Harder and faster, Claire continued to fuck her sister's cunt until, in one huge shriek, Rachel's climax roared through her body.

The crowd were at a frenzy. People were shouting encouragement and, clapping with delight. The camcorder, faithfully recorded the entire scene, much to my delight.

Worrying about the possibility that such a crowd might attract the unwanted attention of the authorities, I instructed that Rachel be freed and that we return to the safety of the house.

Claire willingly obliged and Rachel, still rubbing the welts on her bum, kissed my cheek and thanked me for my thoughtfulness.

Her action struck me as funny, true I had ordered her released but, 'twas I that had initiated the entire event to begin with. I chuckled happily as we tidied away our gear and moved towards the front door and… who knows what would follow.
The door opened even before I could knock, leading me to the conclusion that, the mistress of the house had been watching us all along. The 'maid' ushered us along the hallway and into a large room at the rear of the house.

Irena, the lovely Contessa and the owner of the large 'Town House' that we were now in, greeted us with a big smile, kissing me on each cheek and then, French kissing each of the sisters, a long hard kiss that left no doubt where her sexual preferences lay!

The room, as I've mentioned before, was very spacious but, curiously furnished. Irena obviously saw the inquisitiveness in my eyes as she explained where she had brought us.

"This is the 'games' room, I enjoy bringing my 'maids' here for a little recreation and, occasionally to eek out their correction when they've displeased me."

I nodded understandingly.

"The furniture is, in the main antique but, mostly from collectors who favour the attitude found in the writings of the Count De-Sade!"

I was beginning to comprehend some of the items that I was seeing and, the uses that they could be put to. A broad grin broke out over my face.

"Contessa," I remarked, "I would be most appreciative, as would the Ladies here, if you would be kind enough to demonstrate the techniques necessary, to make the most of your most unusual apparatus."

"It would be my sincerest pleasure, Sir." She replied. "If you would allow me a small penchant though, I would prefer the initial demonstration to have 'Davinia', my 'maid', as the 'volunteer'."

I nodded my assent to her request, wondering in which direction this was to lead. Irena pulled on a cord which, ringing some hidden bell, somewhere in the house, summoned her servant to her.

Only a few moments passed before 'Davinia' appeared through the door. I paused, to better examine the new addition to the ensemble that was to become a part of our experience.

Davinia was only really identifiable as being of the male gender by, the 'Adam's apple' that was clearly visible on his/her neck. Otherwise, the 'transformation' to the 'female' persona was quite remarkable.

Her hair was of shoulder length, tied back into a pony tail, held high on the crown of her head, giving the appearance of one of the 'dressed' ponies that one sees, at professional 'dressage' shows. It was thick and shiny and, it shone a bright auburn colour.

She was made up in a very feminine, mainly understated manner, as befit her position in the household.

The exceptions to this were in her eye and lip make-up.

Her lashes were built up, long, thick and beautifully finished, making her eyes stand out, drawing one's gaze. As you looked at her face, you couldn't help but to stare into her eyes.

Her lips were lined with, what looked like a kohl eyeliner, effectively fattening the bottom lip and, giving her mouth an almost permanent pout. Within this framework, the lips had been covered with two tones of thick, shiny lipstick; the outer rim in a dark burgundy and, the inner rim, nearest the opening of her mouth, in a bright, flashy, fiery red. Through the middle, vertically joining the top and bottom lips was, another kohl black line which made her mouth a very alluring and, positively kissable sight. The level of gloss that shone over her mouth, led me to believe that over this, a few coats of lip-gloss had completed the handiwork.

Lowering my now critical gaze, I took in the outfit that she had been kitted out in. The undergarments were of course, hidden from my view but, what was visible to me was, a short, black satin dress, tight in the waist and plain above it, with buttons running the length of her front. The 'skirt' of the dress, flared out a little broadening the hips and giving her figure an hourglass shape. Her hem stopped about mid thigh, occasionally flashing the tops of her 'hold-up' stockings. Over the top of this ensemble, she was wearing a lacy, brocaded apron, in the classic 'French maid' style.

Lower still and, her legs sported silk stockings with lacy, elasticised 'hold-up' tops. These were fitted nicely into 3" heeled strapped sandals, made of shiny, patent leather.

The overall effect was of a very sexy, feminine 'girly' who was obviously of 'servant' status.

The Contessa signalled her to enter and instructed that she should stay, making herself available to any of us, as and when necessary.

Davinia nodded her compliance and curtsying, she moved to the corner of the room, standing in wait, knowing that she was soon to be used in one of her Mistress' little plans.

"Shall I give you the tour? It would probably be advantageous if you were to have had each item described to you, before we go much further." The Contessa remarked, amiably.

She showed us around the room, giving a brief description as she pointed to each item that we arrived at. There were items as broad and varied as the shapes that they were made into. A few 'naughty' thoughts ran through my mind as I heard these explanations, a few times accompanied by vivid mental pictures of the girls, using them or, being used on them!

Concluding the 'tour', Irena called Davinia to her side.

"Davinia, I'd like to begin with a moderate demonstration of my inclinations so, if you would assume your position at the whipping stick. Oh, I suppose that you should begin by removing your outer garments. I think that you would look better in only your lingerie."

Without pause, Davinia removed her apron and dress, folding them carefully and, placing them on a small table by the door. She promptly and wordlessly moved over to the front of a wooden railing which, was composed of a rear framework that was attached to the wall of the room with an 'X' superimposed over the top of it, covering the frame from corner to corner.

A strong wooden pole, also very firmly attached to the wall, rose above the square frame to the ceiling. Still attached, this time to the ceiling itself, the pole ran forward where, about three feet into the room, it ended with a sturdy looking loop of iron, hanging from its end. At each corner of the wooden 'X' were metal clamps, open for the moment, but with central clamps that could lock with a padlock.

Before being affixed to the contraption, I eyed Davinia's unto now unseen body eagerly. Her undergarments were as sexy and enticing as the rest of her had been and, afforded a much better view of the fit, smooth body beneath it.

She was completely depilated, showing her smooth, hairless, skin through the expensive designer lingerie that was now on show. Her chest had been fitted with false, real looking, silicon breasts that filled the shiny satin of her red bra-cups, bringing her bust measurement to a shapely 38C.

The shaped nipples on the front of the silicon sacks, were clearly visible as they pushed through the cups and then the thin fabric of the lace that covered their top halves.

A waist-clincher corset had been firmly tied around her waist, sucking it in by several inches to, what looked to be about a 28" fitting.

Her hips flared out beneath all of this and, I judged to be roughly a 36 to 38" measurement. Covering her backside and her pubic region were, a pair of silken and, very expensive tanga panties.

Moments later, the Contessa was beside her and was clamping her, face to the wall, to the clamps on the wooden framework that faced her.

Wrists first, followed rapidly by her ankles, Davinia was made captive to the device. The fixtures were then notched further and further apart until, she was stretched as far as her limbs would allow, her toes and the very tip of the balls of her feet, barely able to make contact with the floor.

The strings at each side of her panties were untied, the thin fabric falling to the floor, at her feet.

As the panties fell away, her shaft, that had up until now been held in place by them, sprang free. The situation that she was being placed in had, quite obviously had the effect of stimulating her as, freed from the silky garb, his/her still stiffening member sprang into view, within seconds standing proudly in front of her.

Opening a cupboard on the wall, next to the 'whipping stick', she fingered the items within. Choosing carefully, she withdrew a thick leather paddle. It was about a half inch deep, the bottom end shaped into a handle, growing into a rectangle about a foot long and 3" in breadth. The top end, being the end opposite to the handle, had a slit sliced down the middle to approximately half its length. Its name, the Contessa explained, was the Scottish Tawse and, had been an implement of correction since the early 1700's.

Setting her feet apart, a measured distance from Davinia's prone figure, Irena swatted the air a few times, taking note of the article's weight. Arcing her arm widely, she swung it back and brought it down sharply on the jiggling mounds before her.

The leather bit into the maid's tender rump with a loud snap of the air and, brought with it a high pitched squeal as the skin beneath it began to burn fiercely. Five times more the heavy leather lozenge found its mark, each time increasing the heat of it's, now clenching, target. Each time, from Davinia's luscious mouth, a shriek or yelp was heard.

I was impressed though and, thought to myself more than once that, had our positions been reversed, I would probably have been crying like a baby by now. The maid's control was quite incredible and, her tolerance superb.

Returning the implement to its place of storage, Irena chose a different implement which, she handed to me.

It consisted of a long wooden handle, covered with thin leather strips to give the wielder surer grip and, was tipped with a further six of these strips, hanging loosely from its end. This particular device was known as a 'cat-o-nine tails' and, was a variety of whip that, though covering a wider area than an ordinary whip, was made in such a manner as to stroke the target area, rather than to cut more deeply into the flesh and skin.

"I expect that you would like to try your hand and, once you have done so, we might finish with Davinia by allowing the Ladies to try one or two of my other treasures."

"It would be my honour, Contessa." I replied with glee.

Approaching our captive, I took a few experimental swings with the 'cat'. As soon as I felt that I'd captured the measure of the thing, I took aim and launched a series of strokes onto the already glowing cheeks before me.

Though the stripe marks that I made were easily visible, Davinia uttered not a sound, reinforcing my astonishment at her pain threshold. I finished with a flurry and, handed the tool back to its owner. Returning it to its rightful place, Irena once again chose an item from her cupboard. Stepping over to where Claire stood, she handed it to her and nodded in the maid's direction, winking knowingly as she did so.

The chosen piece was a long birch twig, still fairly young and quite bushy with four thin branches tied together. Without a second's hesitation, Claire began to punish her victims rump, not finishing her strokes until the hide was glowing hotly.

Once more the implement was swapped for another which, Irena passed into Rachel's eager hands. On this occasion, a thin, whippy cane was the item of choice and, giving Davinia almost no time to recover from the prior assault, she brought the wood of the cane down onto the waiting backside that she'd been presented with. Six strokes she meted out, two diagonally, two crisscrossing the cheeks and the final two, as she'd received earlier, cutting into the inner thighs. These final two brought screams from our captive's throat.

Irena quickly rubbed some cream into the now hellish rump, cooling the angry welts that had appeared. Freeing Davinia's wrists and ankles, the Contessa dismissed her maid, instructing her to pick up her clothes on the way out.

"Now Sir, would you like us to see how the girls fare on some of the other furnishings that are available?"

I smiled, a broad, Cheshire cat grin.

"That would be most agreeable Ma'am. Where do you propose we begin?"]]> http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/the-experiment-an-erotic-story/ Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:36:49 +0000 pipuk40 http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/the-lost-bet-an-erotic-story/ By Pippa©

It all began as a bit of a joke really. We'd all been out clubbing in some raunchy nightspots and were still high on the atmos...]]> By Pippa©

It all began as a bit of a joke really. We'd all been out clubbing in some raunchy nightspots and were still high on the atmosphere. As the night wore on and morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle until only three of us were left. My husband Phil, my best mate Lisa and of course me. My name is Helen and what follows is a story that we three will never forget.

Lisa lived far away so, we invited her to stay at our place. She readily agreed but pointed out that none of us could sleep yet, even though it was already nearly 9 AM!

"Why don't we play some cards?" Lisa suggested, a twinkle appearing in her eyes.

We agreed and were soon lying around the living room floor. The sounds of the Trance music in the background sounded sexy and rhythmic. I knew Lisa well and wondered what she had planned!

"Do you feel lucky tonight?" Lisa joked. "Why don't we make it interesting? You're not shy people are you? Neither am I so, let’s play for our clothing!"

My husband Phil and I like a challenge and, we still felt horny from the dove. We nodded to each other and Phil said:

"Okay." Adding slyly, "But, let's make it really interesting. Unless you're scared of a bit of a real gamble!" continued Phil. "Whoever loses must do a forfeit of the other two's choice. No backing out and, anything goes."

Lisa didn't bat an eyelid. She just smiled and nodded her assent. Phil looked at me. I was a little nervous but nodded too.

Phil really thought it was going his way to begin with. He'd not lost a hand and, both Lisa and I were in our undies already.

"I'm going to really enjoy being your Master when you lose." Phil said to Lisa cockily. Obviously feeling very sure of himself.

"You have to win first" Replied Lisa, looking equally confident.

As she said it, Phil's luck seemed to turn. He lost continuously until he was only wearing his boxer shorts. The next two hands saw Lisa and I both topless and now it really was 'Game-on'. The last hand was nerve wracking but to his amazement, Phil lost!

"Off, off, off…" She chanted.

I found myself joining in, egging him to lose them.

"Okay, Okay, here they come!"

Smiling, Phil dropped his shorts to the floor. He was semi-erect and, obviously thinking he had it made, either way.

"Go and get us some more drinks." Ordered Lisa. "And don't come back for 10 minutes. Helen and I need to discuss your forfeit!"

Phil left for the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

"Helen, what I am about to suggest may sound a little strange to you but hear me out I think I know a way to put a little dent in all that ego." Lisa smiled knowingly. "Have you ever wanted to be served on, hand and foot? By a French-maid, complete with tarty little uniform, sexy undies, the lot?"

I was a little taken aback but I did find the idea amusing.

"You want to make Phil into a French-maid?"

I giggled. I could almost picture his face when we told him what he had to do!

"Let's do it!" I cried.

That was the fateful moment that I discovered a new me and …a new Phil!

"Okay Phil, bring us our drinks!" I shouted to the kitchen. "We have a little surprise for you."

He swaggered into the room, a drink in each hand and, his prick sticking right out in front of him, as hard as rock.

"So, which one of you wants me first?" Sure, he knew what was to come.

"Neither just yet, we have to prepare you for your role" I told him firmly.

Lisa helped me get him into the bathroom where, I tied his hands to the rails, leaving him helpless. Next, I got out my Immac depilatory crème and, covered his entire body, right up to his neck in it. We left him alone like that for 20 minutes and, went out for our drinks. When we returned, I let him loose and made him shower it off. As the crème washed away, so did his hair, leaving him smooth as a baby's bottom! Phil was less sure now and, complained a little as I tied him up again, this time strapping his arms and legs to the chair by the mirror. I shaved his facial hair and then decided to pluck his eyebrows, thin and shapely. Next, a thick layer of foundation was applied to his face and neck; the canvas was ready. I handed control over to Lisa, who immediately started his make-up. Some mousse helped us change his longish hair into a more feminine looking style. Things were getting interesting!

A few years before all this took place, I'd been a much fuller figured woman and, I was now pleased I'd kept some of my clothes in the back of one of the cupboards. I sorted out what I had whilst Lisa finished the revamp and paint job on Phil. She was obviously taking the whole thing quite seriously. First, she covered his face in a light foundation, making sure to have covered Phil's facial hair areas quite liberally; next, she put on some kohl eyeliner and a heavy dose of 'lash-lengthening' mascara. She applied an eye-catching effect on his lids; narrowing his eyes slightly and making them look stunning. She stood back to take in the effect and, followed up by applying blusher to his cheekbones. Now for his lips she thought carefully as she outlined his mouth, making it pout sexily and, filling it in with 2 different types of red and some 'high-gloss' over the top. The finished product was quite amazing, my husband really looked like a sexy woman!

I found my old waist-reducing corset; hold up stockings with a Cuban heel, panties and a sports bra. "Just what I was looking for." I whispered to myself, gloating at Phil's unexpected turn of events. Now for the top layer, I thought to myself. Digging deep, I found some of the sexy outfits that I'd bought to entertain Phil in those days.

"Yes!" I cried. "I knew it was still here somewhere." I'd found the 'Anne Summers' French Maid outfit that I'd bought some 5 years before. "This'll top it off perfectly!"

When I returned I was shocked at how well the transformation had gone. Lisa had completed the effect by varnishing Phil's nails – Hand and foot!

"Your forfeit will be as follows: You will dress as a French-Maid following which, you will serve the two of us, and however we deign to be correct. You will obey our every whim, to the letter. If you should fail to please us in any way, you will be disciplined. Whatever punishment you are to be given shall be agreed by us both. Do you understand?"

Phil looked shell-shocked and though still bound to the chair, began to protest. Lisa slapped his face hard, leaving her palm print on his cheek.

"Do you understand?" She repeated for me.

"Yes, okay. Whatever you say!" replied my husband, the beginnings of humility in his voice.

We untied him and made him put on the sexy silk hold-up stockings that we'd selected. We told him to make sure the line was straight up the middle of each leg. Phil found this a real challenge, having to bend and turn around at the same time. We each inspected one leg, pulling the Cuban heel into place.

"Very good for a first time" said Lisa aloud. "Now Helen, shall we help him… I mean 'her' into the corset you found?"

I found myself pulling the straps in tightly, pulling in Phil's waist by a good 12". The effect was stunning, pushing his flab up over the top of the corset into the little half-cups at the front. It made him look like he had real tits, small but pert with his nipples erect from all the extra blood flow. It made it difficult for him/her to bend so; I slipped a pair of black lacy tanga style panties over his rather excited manhood.

"We can't have you sticking out like this," I exclaimed, "open your legs a minute while I stick this under your balls and fix your panties to hold it in place."

Immediately Phil responded to my orders and, I tucked his dick between his legs quickly pulling the panties into place. Lisa was already standing beside our luckless slave 'girl' and ordered her into the sexy little French-maid's outfit that I had once worn for him, hoping to add some spice to our sex lives.

"We can't call her Phil anymore, how about Pippa?" Lisa asked me,

"That sounds domesticated enough for me." I replied, laughing. "Pippa, put on the apron and that silly hat that you like so much!"

The transformation was completed with some strap on sandals that just about fit Pippa's feet. A 4" heel shaped her legs nicely, though it took a while for our 'servant' to get used to walking in them. We marched 'her' over to the mirror and, you could have seen the shock on her face as the reflection showed a sexy young woman with an almost hourglass figure and pert little breasts.

"This can't be happening" Cried Pippa. "I really look like a woman. What will I do about work tomorrow? My eyebrows, my hair. Good God, even my toenails!"

Lisa slapped her bum hard, a sharp crack sounding as she did. "Ouch!" Cried out Pippa, as she struggled to keep balance on those heels.

"You will only speak if you are spoken to, do you understand that Pippa?" Ordered Lisa dominantly.

"Yes, and you will obey our commands without hesitation, or face the consequences!" I barked at him loudly, only inches from his face.

"Yes, yes, anything you say."

I slapped his face, hard on his left cheek, marking my palm print there and leaving it burning.

"Yes Mistress. You will address us both in that manner unless and until we say otherwise." I continued, almost at a yell. "Do you understand? Moreover, stand up straight, chest out in front of you. Be proud of your new titties. Oh, and make your hips sway when you walk!"

Phil started to protest but wearing the corset made moving quickly impossible and soon he/she was bent over Lisa's lap. I went and fetched my leather belt and, with no mercy, I strapped 'Pippa's' Bum until she was crying like a baby.

"Stop, please, stop" Cried Pippa. "I'll do as you say. Please just stop hurting me! Please, I beg of you…" She continued, sobbing.

"Very well, but you must realise that this was your own doing! You WILL obey us to the letter. Do you understand?" I replied sternly.

"Yes Mistress, as you wish, so shall it be done." She replied meekly.

I couldn't believe it; in just a few short hours, we'd broken Phil and, created Pippa. I was stunned and yet, very excited and getting more aroused every minute. A feeling of power began to surge through me and, I liked it! Lisa saw the state I was getting into and came over to hug me. Pippa was told to top up our drinks. While she was in the kitchen, Lisa began to rub my nipples gently through my bra. It felt like a million volts and I responded by kissing her full on the lips.

"Let’s make it uncomfortable for our new home-help, shall we?" Lisa whispered in my ear. "Pippa, stand very still right in the middle of the room and, watch as I bring your wife off on my face!"

Lisa went and opened all the curtains and the windows, leaving Pippa clearly visible from the road, should anyone look in as they passed. Then she turned her attentions to me, stripping me naked and laying me on the couch, which hid us from the windows.

She was an expert with her tongue and, soon had me writhing in ecstasy. I was moaning loudly, which would attract stares from the street. Pippa looked nervous and fidgety but remained rooted to the spot, transfixed by what was happening to me. At that moment, a parcel delivery van pulled up and the driver smiled as he saw Pippa standing there. He came to the door and rang the bell.

"Answer that Pippa!" I moaned, Lisa's tongue still deep inside my pussy.

"I can't go like this," Pippa exclaimed in fear, "He'll know I'm a man in drag!"

Lisa jumped up and smacked the other cheek, reddening it visibly.

"Go." Was all she said: broking no argument?

Not wanting a repetition of her punishment, Pippa obeyed and went to answer the door. The courier looked surprised at the sight that greeted him and, smiled at Pippa in a knowing way.

"Parcel for Helen." Was all the guy said.

"Invite the gentleman in." Lisa shouted from the lounge. "Helen will have to sign and, I have some other questions for him!"

Pippa blushed as she showed him in.

"The courier Ma'am." Was all she said, as they entered the room.

He was a fine specimen of the adult male specimen, about 20 years old and a well toned muscular body. Lisa and I both smiled at him. I signed for the parcel then said…

"What do you think of our maid, Pippa?"

He grinned broadly and said that he thought she was very sexy.

"Good," I replied, "She is very subservient, you know? How would you like it if I instructed her to do something for you? …As a tip, you understand?"

He was a little nervous, but agreed readily.

"Pippa, get on your knees in front of the young man. Do it now!" I was surprised that Pippa didn't object, immediately obeying my orders. "Undo his fly and get his lovely manhood out. You are to suck it until he comes in your mouth and, then you must swallow it all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss" She replied already holding his growing dick in his hands.

Pippa had tears in her eyes as she began to lick the young stud's rapidly hardening pole. I watched fascinated as she began to swallow his now rampant member; her head bobbing up and down, like a piston head. Lisa and I began kissing, deeply turned on by the turn of events, our hands roaming freely over each other's bodies. The lad looked as if he was nearing his limit as he grabbed Pippa's head in both hands and, started pumping his rod deep into her throat. Nearly gagging, Pippa redoubled her efforts as he gushed wads of cum into her mouth. She tried valiantly to drink it all down but, try as she might trickles of it gushed out over her lips and onto her stockings below. As soon as he'd finished, the lad got nervous and muttering something about his job, he quickly dressed and flew out of the house.

"You didn't drink it all Pippa! Look at those stains on your legs. You know that we have to punish you now, don't you?" I said coldly.

Lisa looked at me and winked wickedly.

"Tidy yourself up Pippa. We're going to drive to a friend's house near here. They're a nice couple, they enjoy little surprises and, they're swingers, very open-minded people. This'll tickle them pink!" She looked at me for approval and, I just was carried away with it all.

Pippa was horrified and started to protest when; Lisa grabbed her and put her over her lap in one swift motion.

"Spank her Helen and, make sure she remembers it. Do it hard and fast."

I complied without thinking, slapping her arse with all my might. I gave her twelve before stopping and, by then she was crying openly.

"Make sure you redo your make-up Pippa. I want you looking your best for my friends. I'm going to lend you to them for a couple of hours, while your lovely wife and I make love to each other and watch what happens." Lisa slapped my bottom playfully and kissed my full on the lips.

I smiled broadly, as Pippa tottered off to redo her make-up and tidy her clothing. Lisa and I dressed in only our short dresses, leaving off all of underwear but, keeping the heels and called a cab to come and pick us up. We made Pippa sit next to the driver and, as we drove away, we began stroking each other openly. The driver kept staring at Pippa's legs and her exposed stocking tops. We decided to play a little so, I said:

"Driver, if Lisa and I put on a little show for you and, Pippa sucks you lovingly, do we get the fare for free?"

"You betcha girls! Just let me pull over for a while, eh?" He said excitedly.

Lisa and I pulled off our dresses and went at each other like hammer and tongs, licking each other all over and, kissing each other's sensitive bits. Pippa was obviously nervous of being asked to strip too so, her head went straight to the drivers lap for the second blowjob in less than an hour! I felt a real bitch, using him like this but I was also beginning to enjoy the feeling of power that we both had over him like this. I didn't doubt for a second that he'd comply fully with whatever we said, you see it was a matter of honour with him and, he always paid up, without fail. Not to do so would be too much for him to bear, his honour was sacrosanct to him, which meant that tonight, I could push it as far as I liked! The driver leant over his seat to watch, while holding the back of Pippa's head, as he rhythmically pumped his huge dick into her mouth. Lisa and I spun around as we 69'ed each other’s sopping pussy lips, stopping occasionally to nibble each other's throbbing little love buds. We couldn't see Pippa's head anymore as our faces were full of each other's sticky gashes but, we could hear the slurping and slopping of her working away at his cock and, the occasional gagging sound as the driver rammed it home into her throat. Before either of us could cum, the driver let out a deep moan and jerked his lower body, pumping his seed deep into Pippa's semi-willing mouth. Try as she might, she still couldn't swallow it in its entirety, letting little trickles fall out of the side of her mouth, slipping over her glossy red lips and finally dripping off her chin and onto the apron of her maid's outfit, leaving little tell tale marks there and, making it obvious what she'd been up to.

"Thanks girls," the driver said, obviously chuffed with what had happened, "it's only another couple of minutes till we get to your destination now so, you better get yourselves together." He laughed quietly to himself as he drove us away, watching as we scrambled back into our clothes.

As we pulled up in front of Lisa's friend's house, he leant over and kissed Pippa full on the mouth, slapping her thigh as she rushed to get out of the cab.

"I finish at 10 PM tonight, my call sign is 64, ask for me if you like and we'll do the same on the way back!" He grinned as he pulled away and gave us all a little wave.

It was time to go to stage two of this lovely situation that we'd unknowingly pulled off over 'Phil/Pippa'.

"Now Pippa, you must be on your best behaviour for us while we are here. I don't want you to do anything to embarrass us while we're visiting Lisa's friends. If you do, we will have no option but to embarrass you too so, beware that if you don't do exactly as you are told, you will be made to walk home!" I said gleaming.

My now feminised husband looked shocked at what I'd just told him. The only way home from here took him straight through the centre of town and, the only way around it would take him through the roughest estate in the county!

"Yes Mistress, I will obey your every command… I am your servant Miss, I am your slave." Pippa looked abashed by what had just come out of her mouth, almost unbelieving of how things had turned out and, of how cruel I was being.

"Not only will you obey Lisa and I Pippa but you will do exactly as you are told by anyone within the walls of this building. Do you understand that?"

I winked at Lisa who nodded back at me, pleased that I was getting so involved in the whole scenario. Looking straight into my eyes, she said:

"Helen, I've seen a different you today, one that I like very much and one that I'd like to see more often. Do you think that we might do this again from time to time?"

Pippa's face looked ashen as I replied:

"I must admit that this has really excited me, turning the tables on Phil's arrogant male ego and, having total control over him/her is something that I'm loathe to give up easily. We'll talk later, after we get home. Let's see how Pippa gets on with your friends, okay?"

We hugged lovingly, brushing our lips together sensually and ordered Pippa to straighten her dress and her stockings before making her ring the doorbell.

Jacky and Jerry was a lovely couple. They were very good looking, she being quite small but perfectly proportioned and stunningly beautiful, he being very well built and athletic. Lisa had told me a little about them. As far as most people knew, they were both upstanding and respectable members of the community. She was a professional singer with the voice of an angel, while he was a broker by day and, a professional drummer by night often working with his wife. What only a select few knew about them was that, when it came to their sex lives, they had a penchant for the unusual and the unexpected...

"Well hello there," were the first words out of Jacky's mouth, as she opened the door to see Pippa standing there, a French maid in all her glory... then she noticed Lisa and I standing behind her, "I should have known you'd be involved in this somehow Lisa. Come in and, let me call Jerry. He's still in bed, it is only 11:30 in the morning you know!" She giggled out loud, as she herded us into the living room. She shouted up the stairs, telling Jerry to pull on a robe and to come and see the surprise that Lisa had brought for them.

Jacky was even hornier looking than Lisa had described, standing there in an aerobics outfit made of Lycra that hugged the contours of her sexy torso and perfectly formed legs. She was about 5'1" tall with a gymnast's body and perfectly proportioned 34B-21-34 figure. She had long jet-black hair and bright emerald green eyes. Her high cheekbones formed the basis of a truly beautiful face, with perfectly trimmed eyebrows and long dark lashes, a cute little slightly upturned nose and lips that were to die for, full and moist with a definite pout to them. She wore no underwear beneath the Lycra outfit and the outline of her shaven Mons was clearly visible through her leggings, as were her pert hard little nipples poking through her top.

"Jacky meet Helen, a good friend of mine and Pippa, her maidservant and slave. Pippa is Helen's husband, Phil but he gambled for some serious stakes with us, in the belief that he'd be able to have us both in his bed, submissive to his every whim... and he lost! His transformation and enslavement was his forfeit. I must admit though, Pippa has surprised me so far by holding up her end of the bargain to the letter. Apparently, Phil has a bee in his bonnet about the honour of any 'gambling debt' he incurs. He always pays up in full, no matter what and, he has agreed to become Pippa and to obey any order that we give him. Which reminds me, Helen has instructed him to obey any order given in this house, no matter whom by?" Lisa grinned an evil grin at Jacky and winked naughtily at me.

"Yes, that's right," I agreed, "so, feel free to use her in any way you wish. By the way, allow me to say hello, Jacky. You look absolutely fantastic!" I leant over and gave her a friendly hug, brushing my erect nipples against hers in an openly sexual gesture.

"Why thank you Helen," said Jacky playfully, gently brushing her lips against mine, gently and tentatively stroking her tongue over them.

She looked directly at Pippa and said:

"Okay Pippa, you may begin by washing my feet. They're tired after my morning exercise routine." Pippa started to run the tap at the kitchen sink but Jacky stopped her. "No Pippa, get on all fours and clean them with your tongue. Don't forget to clean between the toes too and, don't stop until Lisa, your wife and I have finished getting to know one another a little better.”

Pippa looked shocked but obeyed without objection, kneeling down and beginning to lick Jacky's feet all over. Just then, Jerry walked into the room; he didn't bat an eyelid at the scene before him. He greeted us all and walked over to Pippa's backside, raising her skirt and slip and spanking her bum with three hard slaps.

"You'd better make sure you clean them properly." He said: "Or there'll be plenty more where that came from. Now will someone tell me what's going on here?"

Jacky and Lisa quickly explained the scenario while my eyes roamed over Jerry's hard lean body. He was about 5'10" tall, hard muscle from tip to toe and by the looks of the bulge that was forming in the front of his robe, he had a prick to match! He was a handsome man too with very dark hair and eyes to match; he complemented Jacky's looks really well making them a most enticing and sexy couple. I could hardly wait to see how this little episode panned out.

"Well that's a turn up for the books." Jerry commented, having had the whole thing put into perspective for him. "And so early in the day too. I do believe today is going to be an experience to remember. Pippa, you should know that I am a Dom Master on a regular basis, I have a lot of experience in the role and I will brook no refusal to any order I give. Jacky and I have a fully stocked and equipped 'Dungeon' area downstairs in the cellar and, if necessary, I will take you there for punishment. Is this clear?"

"Yes Sir, it is very clear." Replied Pippa, very nervous now.

Jerry slapped her face very hard, leaving a big red handprint on her cheek and, making her sob.

"You will address me as Master from now on, or I will punish you. You will address all of the ladies as Mistress and, should any other person enter these premises, you will wait until I instruct you how they should be addressed. Is this clear, slave?" Jerry said sternly.

"Yes Master, as you instruct so shall it be." Replied Pippa as submissively as she could be.

I was really enjoying having my husband in this predicament and, already I had plans vaguely forming in my mind as to how I might make this situation more permanent in our lives.

"How do you fancy brunch?" asked Jerry. "Pippa can make it and serve it, then while we're eating she will be ordered to service each of us from under the table."

I grinned joyfully and said:

"That sounds like fun, then after food, she can wash up while the rest of us get better acquainted."

We all agreed and Pippa was told to stop licking Jacky's feet and get on with the preparations. While she was preparing the food for us Lisa, Jacky, Jerry and I retired to the dungeon, where we decided how best to use Pippa to the advantage of all. Jacky and Jerry were fascinated by how we had managed to make Pippa so subservient. I admitted that even I was surprised by how malleable Phil had allowed himself to become in the guise of Pippa the maid. I explained carefully that Phil was extremely proud of never having reneged on a gambling debt and, that to him it would be as bad as him allowing harm to come to the family or, deliberately hitting a woman or child, a thing he would never do, under any circumstances. Jacky and Jerry smiled broadly at that information and asked:

"So you really don't mind us doing whatever we feel like with the little tramp then?" Nodding knowingly to each other.

I thought carefully before answering but decided to play along fully.

"No, you have my permission to do anything you feel like to him/her, just as long as I can be there to see it and maybe take part. Is that a deal?"

"Absolutely, you'll enjoy every last bit of it with us, we promise" Replied Jerry, with a nod from Jacky and a laugh from Lisa.

Therefore, the scene was set, little did I know what I'd just condemned my poor husband to!

The dungeon area was home built but very well equipped, with lots of different bits that would restrict the 'user' in bonds of various kinds. There were other pieces of equipment that I was totally unfamiliar with too, but they all looked very interesting.

"I think we ought to start her off gently." Said Jacky looking at Jerry and then smiling at Lisa and I. "Let's go and eat. We'll see how good a servant she makes, then we'll take things from there."

We all made our way upstairs and sat ourselves down at the kitchen table.

"You will serve us with our food now Pippa, then you will retire to our bathroom and redo your make-up. You look a state and, we all like our playthings to look pretty, wanton and sexy."

Pippa obeyed without so much as a mutter, things were going well, I thought. When she returned, she looked great, having tidied up her outfit and redone her make-up perfectly. We'd just about finished eating by then too and instructed Pippa to wash up and, then to follow us into the front lounge. Jacky asked me if I thought we should 'Dress' for the occasion, unsure of what she meant I asked her to show me what she had in mind. She showed me upstairs to the main bedroom and opened a large closet in the corner of the room. Before my eyes were a selection of leather and PVC outfits, most of them very revealing yet equally sexy!

"I think that there are some items here that'll fit you." Jacky stated. "Do you like the idea of dressing as a Mistress?" She asked.

"Will you help me find something? I've never tried anything on like this before and, I'd like to look really sexy and powerful."

My head was reeling at the thought of being dressed in all this sexy fetish gear.

"Will you ask Lisa to join us too, I'd like all 3 of us to make the impact, if you don't mind.”

Plus the fact that I'd love to feel your sexy bodies through it, I thought to myself, imagining the scene. The next thing I knew, the three of us were naked in the bedroom and, helping each other into various sexy bits of gear. The feel of Lisa and Jacky's hands over my body was almost too much to take and, I could feel my pussy juicing up rapidly. Jacky was the one to bring me back to earth, by unexpectedly saying:

"Helen. Lisa. I think were revved up enough by now and, we all look the part so, let's get started with our little toy downstairs. Jerry can get changed too that way, not having to keep an eye on the little vamp anymore."

Therefore, so it was, we tidied ourselves up a little and headed for the lounge looking absolutely stunning in our leather fetish gear. All three of us were sopping wet and horny as hell! We found Pippa in what was becoming an all too familiar position, kneeling in front of Jerry, with her glossy red lips firmly around his cock.

"Is she naturally this talented or has the little slut been practicing?" asked Jerry, the expression on his face showing how good the 'head' was that Pippa was attacking with gusto.

"We've introduced her to it a couple of times, so far. She seems to have a talent for it though it would seem." I replied, smiling broadly at the scene before me. Jerry continued controlling Pippa's head while all the time setting the pace and rhythm.

As the pace increased and his breathing became more erratic, Jerry started ramming his throbbing missile deep into Pippa's throat. A deep moan escaped from his taught neck, as he pumped seemingly endless gushes of sticky fluid into her face. We all watched fascinated by how hard Pippa was trying to swallow every last drop of it. She very nearly managed too, with only a few droplets escaping over her juicy red lips and, onto her top. Jerry released her head and looked down at her.

"Well done Pippa, if you continue like this, you might even enjoy yourself!" He said, licking his lips as he did so. "I'm off for a shower," he said to we three bitches on heat, "Why don't you get her 'properly' dressed love? In the full kit I think." He said to Jacky as he left the room.

"What did he mean by that?" I asked casually.

Jacky explained that her gear included a full M/F transformation kit, leaving the wearer as a completely submissive and very sexy looking TV slut. We decided to get Pippa to perform a little striptease for us; she did so awkwardly enhancing her humiliation. When she was fully naked Jacky had Lisa help her tie Pippa hand and foot, over what looked like a leather massage table. She nodded approvingly at how well we had done. She fetched some lubricating jelly and generously applied it to Pippa's arse, then she fetched a leather strap and as I realised what it was, she slipped a 4" butt plug all the way in there. She strapped a leather device over it and around her waist, securing it tightly in position. Next, she decided to stick silicon 'falsies' over her chest, making Pippa's breasts look almost real. The couch that she was secured to rose up vertically, allowing us to put a really tight leather corset on her, which narrowed her waist to a remarkable 22"! A harness was now attached to Pippa's penis, holding it up between her legs making it look like a closed up pussy. A leather studded bra held her new tits in place, it was time to release her and finish the job. Fishnet stockings attached to the corset, and led to 6" calf length boots that we were making Pippa wear. The French maid outfit slid over the top, giving Pippa a strangely futuristic look. We spent the next thirty minutes laughing, as we tormented Pippa into learning to walk in those heels, with her plug inside her. Jerry looked at the three girls fully equipped as the 'Dom' Mistress' they intended to play and said:

"I think the time has come for us to take the lovely 'Pippa' downstairs, Ladies. Any objections?"

The three sexy girls looked knowingly from one to the other, finally looking to Helen my wife for her blessing.

"Let's do it. I really think I'm going to enjoy this and, who knows? Phil, I mean Pippa might too!"

I couldn't believe that I'd actually heard these words come out of Helen's mouth but secretly I was thrilled to know I would soon be totally helpless. Obedient to these people's every whim!

"Follow Mistress Jackie down the stairs, Pippa." Jerry ordered sternly. "Be careful not to trip up either, remember your new heels."

Gingerly and with my head bowed slightly, I began the journey that would forever change me and, the role I played in the bedroom with my wife Helen. Mistress Lisa followed close behind me, Master Jerry was next and closing up the rear was my lovely wife Helen. As we entered the dimly lit basement, I felt a surge of adrenaline pump through me, it was thrilling yet frightening all in one.

"Do you have any preferences, Ladies?" Jerry asked nonchalantly.

"Please Jerry," replied Mistress Lisa; "I'd like her over the spanking horse first, if you don't mind."

"Of course, a good starting place if I do say so myself." He replied.

In the middle of the floor was what looked like a shortened vaulting horse, the type of thing used by gymnasts. Instead of the two handgrips, though there was a kind of saddle built into the middle of it. It was wide enough for a person's waist and, lower ribcage to be comfortably placed over it. Underneath it, there was leather harnesses fixed firmly to a metal floor-pan fairly close together at the front and quite widely spaced at the back.

"Bend over the centre of the spanking saddle and, stretch your arms out in front of you." Ordered Mistress Lisa, who had obviously used the apparatus before now.

I complied immediately, a frisson moving down my spine.

"Helen, would you be as kind as to fasten his wrists in the cuffs? Jackie, do his ankles too, would you?" I heard Mistress Lisa instruct.

Before I knew it, I was securely fastened and unable to move from my supine position. Bent double and fastened, legs akimbo, holding my bum cheeks taut apart.

"Have you any birch twigs, Jerry?" asked Mistress Lisa innocently? "The sting is always preferable in a novice I find."

"We certainly do, Lisa," came a reply from Mistress Jackie. "I'll just fetch a couple. Would you like them long or short? Oh, and would you like them to be ones with lots of heads?" she asked knowingly.

"Long, I think I'd prefer and yes, the bushier the better. Young and springy, if you have any available."

Though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the anticipation in her voice. She was really looking forward to reddening my backside and thighs. Though I was now trembling a little with fright, my insides were tingling with expectation. I was going to be thrashed by a friend of my wife's whilst two strangers and she were going to watch and, all with her blessing!

"I think I'll leave her underwear on to begin with." Commented my tormentor. "Just so she knows what to expect."

"Would you gag her with that ball gag you showed me earlier?" I heard my wife ask Mistress Jackie.

I was stunned as I felt the hard rubber ball go into my mouth and be strapped tightly behind my neck.

"Thank-you" was all Mistress Helen said as it was done.

Within seconds, Mistress Jackie had handed two long birch twigs to Mistress Lisa and the scene was set to begin.

"You will now experience your first birching, Pippa." Explained Mistress Jackie as Mistress Lisa familiarised herself with the birch twig canes that she now had in her possession.

Though impossible for me to see, it was evident that she was practising her caning movements by the loud swishing noises through the air. Mistress Jackie continued to taunt me by saying;

"You can expect to learn the feel of this and several other instruments of punishment before we have finished your training, my girl. The slightest sign of disobedience or error will see you get a varied level of correction. Therefore, it is your best interest to do as you're told promptly and to the letter! Remember that slave, it will serve you well to do so."

With the ball gag still firmly in place, I was unable to respond, let alone plead for mercy. Suddenly and with no warning, I felt my thighs explode with pain and heat as the first blow hit home. I felt tears come to my eyes and panic rise inside of me. Thhhwwwackk! The air hissed as another hit its target.

"I think six will do to start with." I heard the voice of Master Jerry intone. "We want her compliant not unable to move."

The three Dominants nodded their agreement as another blow landed, right in between my arse cheeks. I wriggled as much as I could but was held fast by my bindings. A gurgle escaped from my throat as I tried to scream as loudly as I could, fighting the rubber ball in my mouth. The fourth, fifth and sixth landed in quick succession. My back fighting to arch as my wrists and ankles held it back, keeping me poised. Then all four left the room, letting me stew and ponder what had just occurred. Some twenty minutes later I heard steps and my true Mistress, Helen, my wife released me from my bonds.

"You're doing well, Pippa." Was all she said as she began rubbing cool moist cream into my wheals.

Just as I began to think that my ordeal might be over and that they'd had their fun with me, I felt the cold hard steel of a pair of handcuffs fasten themselves to my right wrist. Too shocked to struggle, I allowed her to cuff the other wrist to a second set. Both cuffs were attached to steel chains and I realised that a pulley was raising me. Though I hadn't realised, Mistress Jackie had returned and was hoisting me up until my arms were straight above me and my feet were just high enough to make my heels leave the floor, leaving me ever so slightly on tip toe.

"Now for a change of position we feel," uttered Master Jerry, as I felt the silky hands of two of the Dominatrix release the cock harness, adjusting it to make my semi hard member protrude from the front. "The ladies want to tease you a while so, I'm going to watch TV upstairs. Be good Pippa!"

Still gagged and helplessly hung from the ceiling winch, I shuddered as I saw my wife approach my dick holding some stinging nettles in her gloved hands. My butt plug was removed and a larger one inserted in its place.

"My darling husband, I'm enjoying this so much that I think we'll stay the whole week-end. Be a good girl and you might even get to enjoy it!" she laughed mercilessly as her two companions giggled menacingly.

I felt the nettles brush, ever so gently over my glands, almost tickling me. Then came the heat, the burning sting that those plants impart, swelling my cock to full hardness.

"Don't worry Darling, they'll do you no permanent harm," lulled my Mistress wife soothingly, "but they will enhance every little thing that we girls are going to do with you… And to you!"

I could feel my aching cock growing as it stung, throbbing as it grew in girth. My strength to keep my masculinity was rapidly diminishing and, I began to allow myself to enjoy my degradation. I felt the butt-plug being removed and shivered with relief.

"Move the 'chair' into position would you Lisa," said Mistress Jackie, "it's time for the next stage to begin."

I heard something heavy being dragged into position behind me then pushed into place under me, spreading my legs and lifting me off the floor. Looking down, I saw a large piece of furniture, somewhat similar to a chair or a stool but positioned in the middle of the seat there was a huge solid dildo, pointing straight up. To my horror and dismay, I then felt the backside of my harness being adjusted, giving free access to my bum hole. A pair of hands then held my cheeks apart as another liberally greased my anus with KY jelly, finishing by inserting a digit far into my hole.

"Lower away, slowly so that I can position her properly to receive her present." I heard Mistress Jackie say.

My body was lowered until I felt the cold hard tip of the dildo position itself at my rim. Gravity and my own body weight took over from there; as I felt the penis shaped object insert itself deep inside me, until I was sitting with it filling my insides.

"Are you beginning to get used to it yet, slave?" asked Mistress Lisa. "I hope you are, as it's something that will be happening to you regularly, I feel. Your loving Mistress, Helen seems to be enjoying herself." Mistress Jackie promptly replied to Lisa's comment saying, "Immensely if I'm the judge of anything!"

All three Dominatrices now began to play with each other in front of me, kissing, touching and licking each other's bodies. Instinctively, my cock started pumping and jerking. My arms still firmly held above me by the chains though, I was completely unable to touch my throbbing member, having instead to become more and more frustrated.

"Look girls, he's ready for us to play with!" I heard Mistress Jackie exclaim in glee. "Pippa, you must not, under any circumstances cum until you are told, is that clear?" she instructed me firmly. "We want to have some fun with you now and you must remain hard for the duration. If you fail in this, we will punish you severely!"

For the next forty minutes, I was teased mercilessly as all three of my captors lavished my straining dick with a variety of strokes, caresses, licks and kisses. Finally the torment and wonder overcame my ability to restrain myself and I pumped my sticky seed over the lips and face of Mistress Jackie. Bereft of all logic, I felt awe at the power of my orgasm and yet a loathing at my inability to comply with my instructions. Mistress Jackie slapped my face suddenly and viciously. It stung terribly and brought me out of my orgasmic pleasure at once.

"How dare you? Did we tell you it was time? You'll pay for this! Lick this cum off my face at once!"

I had never tasted my own seed in this way and trembled as I fought to comply.

"Untie him girls. I have a suitably humiliating punishment for this pompous little slut!" She said as I finished cleaning her face with my tongue. "Bring the studded dog collar and leash too and, let's get Jerry. I think it's time he rejoined us. I believe that this will hurt our Pippa more than any physical torment we might inflict on her!"

She laughed raucously as she finished her sentence and looked at me with a glint of glee as she began to envisage my next stage of torment, terror and humiliation…

The Biker's Bar.

I was lead upstairs and ordered, in no uncertain terms, to get into the bathroom and freshen myself up.

"You'd better be sure that you look as feminine as you possibly can, Pippa. If you don't manage to pass as a real female slut, then this next task will surely be your undoing!" Remarked Master Jerry as he rejoined our little group.

As rapidly as I could, I entered the bathroom. I stripped off my clothing and showered, dried myself off and set about the task of becoming Pippa once again. The outfit that I had been given this time consisted entirely of leather and lace. My wife and Mistress Lisa insisted on tying me into the waist reducing corset. It managed to bring my waist down to an incredible 24" and, as it had all the lace ties at the rear, once they'd bound me into it, there was no way it could be removed without their help. It had the added effect of pushing my body fat upwards, forming small but very realistic boobs that just filled the three-quarter cups. It had its own suspenders which, I connected to the Cuban heeled silk stockings I was given. I very carefully made sure that the line was straight up the back of my legs. A leather cock harness hid my manhood between my legs and some lacy silk French knickers were put over it to hide the contraption. Thigh high boots with 5" heels were next, followed by a very short leather skirt. A sheer black halter covered my top and strong tarty make-up finished the effect. On with my wig! The transformation was complete. As soon as I'd finished my dressing and my making-up again, I stared into the mirror. My transformation was superb. Even I had difficulty believing it was a male standing there! Exiting the bathroom, I saw all four of my superiors waiting for me, Master Jerry let out a slow whistle and, my lovely wife complemented me on how well I had succeeded in my task.

"She looks just perfect," she said: "the perfect feminine slut!" Everybody else nodded knowingly as she stepped forward and put a collar around my neck, attaching a thin silver chain to a hook on the front of it. "Now for your surprise punishment." She said: "We're going out for a drink at the local pub."

I couldn't believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up and trying to scare me. They were succeeding too.

"You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don't for a moment think that we might hesitate to punish you, just because we're in a public place. We would and we will, should you falter in your obeisance. Should you outright refuse us anything, we may be forced to let slip a little something regarding your true gender!"

The trap was complete; nothing could make me disobey them now.

"Before we go, I think we need a little keepsake of how pretty you look." Said Mistress Lisa as she pulled out her camera and snapped off a couple of pictures of my female persona.

"Don't forget the video camera, Jerry." Slipped in Mistress Jackie as she pulled open the front door.

"Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa." Said Master Jerry glibly. "The pub that we're going to is a Biker's Bar. I don't think that they'd be too impressed if they found out that you have a dick hidden between your legs. Let's go girls." He smirked at my patently obvious horror, as I was lead into the street.

Blushing visibly through my make-up, I considered running away and ending this horror but remembering the photos soon put paid to that idea. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. My mind was racing with fright as I though of the serious assault that would surely come my way, if and when I was discovered! I shuddered involuntarily at the scene in my mind!

"There it is." Signalled Master Jerry as he pointed to the next corner on the street. "It looks like its pretty busy too, if you stop to consider the amount of bikes that are in the car park."

The place was loud and rough looking with a large car park both front and back. The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area. My mind raced as my wife turned and said to us all:

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it's all on videotape so that you can't forget it… even if you want to!" She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.

"We have to buy tickets at the door because there's a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don't you?" asked Mistress Jackie nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Replied Mistress Lisa immediately, grinning ear to ear.

She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door. He looked me up and down, taking in my style of dress and said:

"Well, well, lookie here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I'll ask you what you can do for me."

He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse.

"How many then?"

I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn't have to speak and, as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.

"Don't bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the door attendants. I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guy’s hand.

"Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa." I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. "Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you." Instructed Mistress Jackie.

"Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm." Added Master Jerry.

"In fact, we'll be looking for any opportunity, darling." Said my wife.

"To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa" finished Mistress Lisa as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks. "You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave 'girl', aren't you dear?"

Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me close and whispered in my ear:

"I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I'll never forget it. You've made me so proud and so happy."

This short sentence made me glow inside. I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things I was made to do made me feel. As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me and I felt my nipples become erect. It was dark, busy and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female. I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. Thankfully, Master Jerry had been to the bar and bought us all drinks. My neck felt the tug on my collar as we made our way to the front of the crowd right up next to the stage.

"Excellent!" I heard Master Jerry exclaim, "I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait her a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear."

I thought nothing more of it as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum or, to stroke my breasts. They made it very obvious each time they did, attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. Mistress Lisa spotted a coat hook screwed into the wall by the side of the stage and, after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there and my leach tied to the hook.

"You will stay here until we fetch you, my love." Stated Mistress Helen. "You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We're only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa." At that she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.

Less than a minute later, Mistress Jackie appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially:

"This will make sure you don't have to speak, so that you don't give yourself away. I'm being kind to you Pippa, really I am." With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.

It didn't take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. It wasn't until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress' Lisa and Jackie came along to retrieve me. I was handed over to Master Jerry and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. I couldn't have been more mistaken.

"It seems that you're attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I've had a word with my friends in the band and they've agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them."

I couldn't believe my ears but sure enough, I was being led backstage and up the stairs. As the band finished their set, Master Jerry led me through some curtains and on to the stage. He led me to a lighting rig, which had been situated centre stage and proceeded to handcuff my wrists. My arms were raised above my head and the cuffs placed over a bar holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.

"Don't move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it'll probably mean a trip to the hospital!" With that Master Jerry left, returning to the ladies and to his drink.

To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and catcalls. The band returned and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. Mistress Jackie came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Lisa in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Master Jerry's voice. "I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." He grinned wickedly as Mistress Lisa lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said: "I'm feeling good and randy!"

I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Well done Pippa, you're becoming quite the expert. Now tidy yourself up. We've called that nice cab driver that brought us to Jackie and Jerry's earlier."

I knew what that meant and shuddered as I prepared myself for another mouthful of jism. Sure enough, the fare was paid in the same way, though this time Master Jerry caught it all on video. This time though, I managed to swallow the lot, even licking the residue from the drivers throbbing pink head. We arrived back at the house, I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall, and left to ponder what was next.]]> http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/the-lost-bet-an-erotic-story/ Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:33:55 +0000 pipuk40 http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/pippa-s-story-an-erotic-story/ By: Philip Hudd.

I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admi...]]> By: Philip Hudd.

I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country.

What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club.

The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to anyone I talk to. Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club. She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be harmed or marked in any way. Have fun!

I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered wine and handed him the money.

He disappeared to the far end of the bar and, I saw him talking animatedly with a small group of very convincing cross dressers. He pointed right at me and 2 of the 'girls' walked right over to me and, striking up conversation immediately. I handed them the paper and grew nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its validity and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair. One of the two whisked away my instruction sheet and took it over to the rest of the group where, she passed it round to them all. I saw each of them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at me. The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly.

C2

She held me by the forearm gently stroking my silk gloves as she said, "I think it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa, because I get the feeling we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She smiled knowingly as she looked me straight in the eyes. I was wearing some seriously classy clothes that really gave me the look of a high-class hooker. Long shiny red silk gloves, a thin red suede choker around my neck and a black and orange snakeskin three quarter length PVC coat were the items that framed my torso. Underneath I wore a see through red blouse with a thigh length patent black leather skirt, concealing a blood red suede Basque which had been fitted especially with a patent leather waist reducing corset and that snapped shut using a thick flap that was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden away between my legs.

My wife had fully depilated my body, leaving me as smooth as a baby's bottom from head to toe and, had insisted on buying me a pair of silicon falsies which were now stuck on my hairless chest, giving the impression that I had real boobs which were held tightly in place by the Basque's three quarter cups. She had also made sure that the waist-reducing corset was as tight as possible before I'd left the house, pulling my waist in from a chubby 36" to a much more appealing and feminine 26". Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and, covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban heel and lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4" heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait.

My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot of time on my eyes, making them very bold and eye-catching. My lips also were full and glossy, in a bright red contoured with a dark lip pencil. To top it all off, my wife had insisted I wear a bright red short wig, styled into a modern cut that was swept forward over my ears and part of my cheeks. Although they could not be seen whilst I was dressed, my mistress had also given me a pedicure including painting my nails scarlet and, had stuck false nails to my hands with superglue, making sure that I had no hope of removing them, they too were painted in the same vivacious scarlet polish.

The corset made me stand very straight, pushing out my chest and bum and accentuating my curves, while the fairly thin heels on my boots meant that I had to be very careful of my balance while I walked, making me sway my hips a little in a very sexy and enticing manner. As we walked toward the rest of the group, we stopped to put my coat away and get a ticket in return, leaving my upper body showing the sexy Basque and corset through the sheer material of my blouse. As we got closer I realised that not all of the group were crossdressers and that 2 of the party were stunningly attractive young women. Myself included there were 6 of us in all and each member of this little gathering had a big wide smile plastered over his or her face, all that is except for me. I had begun to dread the situation and all the while grow excited at the prospect of the evening to come.

The group consisted of a married couple Melanie and Alphonse, better known as Alison in his TV state and, a threesome made up of a very stern but beautiful looking woman in her thirties together with the two 'girls' that had made the initial contact with me. Both of these were transsexuals, one pre-op TS the other a fully transformed post-op TS. All appeared to be very sexy and feminine women, with the exception of Stefanie the pre-op TS who looked exactly like a model but, was sporting a semi-erect penis that was strapped in a leather harness, clearly visible in shape through the Lycra skirt she was wearing.

Davinia, the post-op TS was the first to begin the introductions explaining her TS status and nodding to Stefie who, in turn explained she was a TS and that she and Davinia were here as a trio with their Mistress Marikka. The imposing figure of Marikka immediately approached me, looking me up and down appraisingly as she did so. She stopped only inches from my face and starring me right in the eyes, she said: "Nice to meet you, Pippa. You have attained a suitable standard. You're Mistress must be very pleased with you. Will you agree to becoming my third submissive for this evening, in the absence of your true Mistress and, abiding fully by her prior instructions of course?"

Stunned and surprised by this unexpected turn of events, I found myself agreeing to do so without truly thinking through the implications of my actions.

"Good girl." Was all that she replied. Before I could think Alphonse was introducing himself, as Alison of course. She explained that she was here with her wife Melanie and, that they said that they were sisters when he was 'dressed' in public. He also explained that it would be his/her 21st birthday at precisely three minutes past midnight, which was why the group were out celebrating together. "I hope that my joining you will be able to make it a more memorable experience still."

I blurted out nervously. "Oh, it will believe me!" exclaimed Melanie, as she leant over to make the final introduction. They all grinned as they turned their looks upon me. We chatted for a while and drank a good few cocktails, as the group made me feel more comfortable and, less resilient! Melanie came up with the idea that as we were her playthings this evening, we should be entertaining her, requesting that we three dance a while.

"I don't think I can dance in these heels." I said without thinking. Marikka looked over at me and replied: "You'd better learn then and quickly, because it wasn't a suggestion!" I realised that I'd just been issued with my first command and, tottered over to the dance floor, the 2 girls egging me along the way. It took a few minutes for me to get my balance but as the beat started to fill me I got bolder and bolder. I realised that I was being sandwiched by the girls, Davinia in front of me and Stefie behind, every so often allowing her strapped in cock to brush up against my backside. As the sandwich got tighter I felt Dee's boobs brushing up against me and, pushing me back into Stef's ever-growing member.

They started running their hands all over me until Dee grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. As she did this, Stef was rolling my skirt up over my waist, which allowed his dick to poke my arse through the strap of my Basque. What horrified me was that I was becoming excited at how publicly I was doing all this and, I could feel my own cock growing ever bigger, pushing backward against the Basque's strap stretching toward my own arsehole.

The set finished and we headed back toward the group, neither girl allowing me to lower my skirt and adjust myself. Marikka instantly noticed and ordered me out of my skirt. I was told to put it in my handbag and continue the rest of the party without. I blushed under the make-up but did as I'd been instructed. The bulge under my legs was obvious and Melanie decided it was time to join in. she hiked her skirt up revealing her bare pussy and, leaning onto a bar stool told Alison to start eating! Ali got to her knees and began licking with all her might, juicing Mel right up. I was very pleased that the spotlight had fallen away from me and onto the horny couple. We watched as Ali brought his 'sister' off with her tongue, Mel came ferociously gushing her sticky juice all over Ali's face. She looked down at him and smiled.

"That deserves a return of favour little sister, get up and remove your panties my love." Ali did so immediately, freeing her rampant throbbing 8" hard-on, which sprang forward thrusting out in front of his body. "Lean back against the stool as I did when you ate me Darling." Ali was ecstatic at the thought of his wife's lips around his knob but was surprised when Mel ordered Pippa to her knees in front of his cock. "Your turn Pippa, eat up and eat it all now, you hear?" Marikka pushing the hollow of my back, propelling me in the right direction and making me almost fall to my knees. I had never given head to a man before and, this little stallion was as hard as rock and twitching in my face. I began by licking the balls and worked my way up the thin long shaft, to the bulbous circumcised head at the tip.

The stem was pulsating making the head throb almost to bursting. I grabbed all of my courage and wrapped my lips around it, sucking and licking as I descended the first 6" of this bulging mass of meat. I began pumping up and down the stem until finally I managed to open my throat and take him/her in fully. As I did this I felt a gush of sticky goo pump into my throat. I almost gagged but tried aimlessly to drink it all down, I would have too had he not pulled out and spunked over my blouse. I stood immediately she had finished cumming and, stated to the group that I had just achieved the second part of my mission. I had been instructed to have at least one cock spunk into my mouth and, I was to drink as much spunk as was possible this evening. Marikka smiled leeringly at me and nodded to herself satisfyingly.

The blouse joined my skirt making my bag bulge awkwardly. It also left me in only my underwear and publicly to boot. Marikka immediately decided that once was not enough and made me repeat my performance with both Stef and, more embarrassingly with the barman, openly behind the bar, so that anyone who wanted a drink could see what was happening. So I was currently in my undies, dressed as a woman with my cock hard as rock but held in between my legs and, I had just drunk the semen of three men that I'd only just met! What I wondered could possibly happen next?

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No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that, I heard Mel exclaim loudly: "Alison wants to taste Pippa's 'clitoris' girls! And since her birthday is rapidly approaching, I think she should have her wish. Any objections ladies?" Marikka gave it her full approval and ordered me to lose the panties.

Once they were off I felt her hand as it unclipped my Basque and, released my still throbbing manhood from its satin prison. I opened my legs a little and allowed it to stand proudly to its full 7" capacity. Marikka ordered Stef and Dee to prepare me and, they started kissing my face, lips and neck intensifying my excitement and making my dick throb wickedly. My bum found the stool and I leant back as I allowed my first man to give me head. Ali was an expert; she drove me wild as she bucked her head up and down my pole.

As I began to scream I felt someone push my panties into my mouth, quietening me so as not to become a nuisance to the club. I came in buckets but Ali somehow managed to drink it all in, then she stood up and kissed me letting a mouthful of my own cum run down my throat. I again exposed that the third instruction of my mission was complete. To be blown by at least one other partner, preferably a man. Stef managed very quickly to get me hard again as Marikka ordered me to fuck Dee and to cum in her TS pussy. It took me a lot longer to cum this time and, it caught me by surprise happening as it did when I felt Stef's dick pushing its way into my arse. This was it, the final part of my mission! I couldn't hold back as I felt the pressure building me to a shattering climax, deep in Dee's tight hugging pussy.

A moment later I felt warm and sticky inside, as Stef followed suit. We were all practically worn out as a cheer went up to celebrate Ali's birthday. We drank some more and I explained to the group that my mission was complete and, following strict instructions, I must now return to my wife and graphically describe my evening while she tried to coax another erection out of me. I quickly retrieved my PVC coat and put it over my underwear, having first positioned my 'bits' back into the Basque. I was heady with all that had happened to me, yet I felt fulfilled at the fact that I had completed my mission in its entirety. My wife and Mistress greeted me eagerly as I returned home, quickly guiding me into the bedroom, but that's another story...]]> http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/pippa-s-story-an-erotic-story/ Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:30:54 +0000 pipuk40 http://www.nofacesbook.com/forum/general-2/horny-ladies-wanted-for-regular-gangbangs/ earn £300 whilst getting fucked by groups of ten or more guys?

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