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One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10

Pippa's Story. (Part One.)
One Fateful Evening…

It all began as a bit of a joke really.

We'd all been out clubbing in some really raunchy night-spots and were still high on both the atmosphere and the two Love-doves that we'd swallowed a few hours before.

As the night wore on and, as morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle, until only three of us were left.

The three that were left were 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, we 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, I was wondering 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."

He added slyly:

"But, let's make it really interesting. Unless you're scared of a bit of a real gamble!"

"Whoever loses must agree to 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 really pleased that 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 of all 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 a really eye-catching effect on his lids; narrowing his eyes slightly, and making their appearance 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. She outlined his mouth, making it pout sexily and, filling it in with two 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, 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 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 on Monday? 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? And 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!" Pippa cried.

"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, brooking 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."

This 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 got 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, and so, I made a little comment:

"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 others 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 hungry moan, and he jerked his lower body, pumping his seed deep into Pippa's now semi-willing mouth.

Try as she might, she still couldn't swallow it in its entirety. She was letting little trickles fall out of the side of her mouth, slipping over her glossy red lips; finally dripping off her chin and onto the apron of her maid's outfit. It left little tell-tale marks there and, made 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 2 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 remarked:

"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.

"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 loath 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.

Jackie and Jerry were a really lovely couple. They were very good looking.

She was quite small, but was perfectly proportioned and stunningly beautiful, whilst he was 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…

Pippa's Story. Part Two.
The Swinger's Pad.

"Well hello there." were the first words out of Jackie'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 aloud 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.

Jackie 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.

"Jackie meet Helen, a good friend of mine and… meet 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."

She continued her description of Pippa…

"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 who by!"

Lisa grinned an evil grin at Jackie 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, Jackie. 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 Jackie 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 Jackie 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 Jackie'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?"

Jackie 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 Jackie'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."

Continuing quietly, I heard her tell me.

"Jackie 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.

I already 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.

"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 Jackie's feet and get on with the preparations.

While she was preparing the food for us Lisa, Jackie, Jerry and I retired to the dungeon.

This is where we decided how best to use Pippa to the advantage of all.

Jackie 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.

I explained 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.

Jackie and Jerry smiled broadly at that information.

"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 Jackie and a laugh from Lisa.

And so 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 Jackie, 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.

Jackie 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 were very revealing, yet equally sexy!

"I think that there are some items here that'll fit you." Jackie 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 Jackie's hands over my body was almost too much to take and, I could feel my pussy juicing up rapidly.

Jackie 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."

And so it was, we tidied ourselves up a little.

We 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 practising?" 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 Jackie as he left the room.

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

Jackie 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, Jackie 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.

Pippa's Story. Part Three.
Dungeon Fun.

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.

I would be 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 were leather harnesses fixed firmly to a metal floor-pan fairly close together at the front and quite widely spaced at the back.

"Bend right 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 so kind as to fasten his wrists in the cuffs? Jackie, do his ankles too, would you?" I heard Mistress Lisa instructing.

Before I knew it, I was securely fastened and unable to move from my supine position. I was 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 the expression on her face, I was sure that I could hear the anticipation in her voice.

She was really looking forward to her reddening of 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, and it was to be by a friend of my wife's, whilst two strangers and she were going to watch and, it was 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.

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 swing, and the caning movements she was thinking of using, by the loud swishing noises through the air.

Mistress Jackie continued to taunt me.

"You can expect to learn the feel of this, and of several other instruments of punishment that we own, before we have finished your training, my girl. The slightest sign of disobedience or error will see you get a varied level of correction. So, 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.

Thhhwwwaaackkk!

The air hissed as another hit its target.

"I think six will do to start with." I heard the voice of Master Jerry intoning. "We want her to be 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, suddenly and without a word, all four of them 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?" Mistress Lisa asked.

"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 increasingly frustrated.

"Look girls, he's ready for us to play with!" I heard Mistress Jackie exclaiming in glee.

"Pippa, you must not, under any circumstances cum until you are told, and 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, as she looked at me, with a glint of glee, as she began to envisage my next stage of torment, terror and humiliation…

Pippa's Story. Part 4.
The Biker's Bar. A public outing!

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." Mistress Lisa jibed, pulling out her camera.

She 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." Master Jerry signalled, as he pointed to the next corner on the street.

"It looks like it's 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 at the front and the 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 to us all.

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make absolutely 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?" Mistress Jackie asked, nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Mistress Lisa replied 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; he almost slobbered as his eyes were taking in my style of dress.

"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 doormen.

I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guys 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." My wife commented.

"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 closer 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 here 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, this of course had the added humiliation of attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd.

I was screwed!

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, I heard her say something that made my Goose bumps rise, all over my skin.

"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 lead backstage and up the stairs.

As the band finished their set, Master Jerry lead 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 and I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall and left to ponder what was next.

Pippa's Story. Part 5.
Jackie and Jerry's once more!

I must have passed out from sheer exhaustion because, the next thing I knew was that, I was being roused with hard slaps to my face and arse.

Surely, I thought, I must have more than fulfilled my promise and, I must have complied with the terms of losing my bet!

My captors however, seemed of a different mind.

Before I knew it, I was sucking on Master Jerry's rampant cock.

Its ardour and its urgency filled me with excitement as, instinctively and unwittingly, I felt my own manhood begin to respond, growing ever harder and more erect.

"Look Girls, she seems to have learnt to like what we do to her!"

This I heard the voice of my wife calling out tantalisingly.

"She's become more of a slut than I could ever have hoped for." She continued blatantly.

"Maybe you're right Jackie," she said, looking at the sexy figure of our female host.

"I really should consider keeping her like this for the foreseeable future."

"I told you she'd be receptive to it, Helen. She's just the type!" Sneered Mistress Jackie's voice, menacingly.

"I'm more than happy to help you keep her this way!" I heard Mistress Lisa say. "And, I'm sure Jackie and Jerry would be more than happy for us to use their 'Dungeon' whenever we liked!"

"Of course you may, Ladies." Grunted Master Jerry, just as he loosed a huge load of his sticky semen into my mouth and down my throat.

I lapped up every drop, even licking his tool clean with my tongue.

"See that, she's getting to be quite the adept." Was his final comment as, he rose and left me alone with the women.

Before I could utter a sound, I was gagged and blindfolded then, my arms were released and, I was ordered to stand.

I complied immediately and unthinkingly. My body was then led upstairs and into the bathroom. My instructions were clear, I was to strip, wash and shave and then, attire myself in the clothes that would be left for me.

"We have a little surprise for you, Pippa. When you're ready and presentable that is. You will call to us to fetch you once you are dressed and made up."

My wife's voice contained an edge that I was unused to and, it brokered no argument and so, I complied with my orders as promptly as I could.

The submissiveness that I was exhibiting should have been totally alien to my known personality and yet, the truth of the matter was that I was genuinely enjoying my enforced subservience. In fact, a large part of me was actually looking forward to whatever these women had in store for me next.

As I began to dress in the clothes that I'd been left, I felt myself getting aroused, excited that I was to be used by them again.

My new attire was completely different to that I had worn last night. It was very business like, making me look rather like a secretary would, at my office in town. I adjusted my make-up accordingly.

Once I'd finished my ministrations, I examined myself in the full-length looking glass. I saw that I could easily have passed as one of the girls in the typing pool, in the executive offices of the large corporation that I worked for!

I grinned as I looked in the mirror and then, as per my previous instructions, I called out to my wife.

"I'm ready Mistress, dressed and made-up, just as you ordered."
I felt my voice quiver slightly as I heard them coming to fetch me.

I was led from the bathroom to the lounge where, I was instructed to stand in the corner, facing away from the door.

I was instructed to wait like that, with my hands on my head, until my surprise arrived.

My mind raced with anticipation as, I considered a variety of kinky and perverse situations. Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of what was to come.

The sound of the door opening made me shiver with anticipation and, my body raced as I felt a surge of adrenaline entering my system. My wife's voice echoed in my ears as, the next thing she told me made my heart pump ever faster.

"Pippa, there's someone here that I've invited to join us. You will obey her as if she were me. Any argument on your part will be dealt with harshly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Helen. I understand completely."

I felt the sharp sting of a riding crop against my skirted rump as she barked out at me.

"It's Mistress Helen, remember that in future!"

"Yes. Mistress Helen, I'm sorry… I will remember!"

"You will address our new addition as Mistress also. You have met before so, I won't bother with any introductions. You will remain as you are until she allows you to turn and see who she is. We will leave you alone with her for a while. I'm sure she'll want to get to know the new you so, be a good girl!"

With that, the door shut, leaving me to ponder as to my new tormentor's identity.

My brain was rapidly thinking of all of my wife's women friends. I was quite sure that it must be someone from her own social circle.

Someone that I'd met briefly but, knew little of.

Who could it possibly be? I wondered, agog with the possibilities.

I felt my skirt being pulled up, over my bottom and a hand roamed intimately there, feeling the contours of my cheeks. I was grabbed by my dick, feeling it swell at the sudden, unexpected attention.

"Turn around, slut!" Was the order that came next.

I froze as I heard the voice. It couldn't be, I thought. I turned slowly and, fear ran through my entire being.

Standing there, inches from my feminised self was… Tracy!

Here stood my secretary/P.A. and the woman I worked with every day at the office!

This was the woman, nay 'girl' that I bossed around unmercifully, each and every working hour of the day.

As a boss, I had always been very demanding and, I had to admit, quite the 'little dictator'.

It was widely known throughout the entire company that, the girls in my employ were lucky if they got past their first mistake. Most of them were fired, on the spot!

I blushed to the roots of my hair, feeling completely humiliated and, not a little frightened by this turn of events.

"Now we get to see how the shoe fits, when it's on the other foot!" She almost growled as she said it.

"I'm really looking forward to this."

She smiled, a wicked and worrying grin appearing on her lips.

"I think that I'd like to begin with a little 'humbling', my little plaything," she was obviously looking forward to turning the tables on me, as she continued, "so, lets have you strip to your underwear. Do it now! Remember to fold your clothes and put them in a nice tidy pile too."

"Yes, Mistress Tracy. As you wish."

Self-consciously, I removed my outer garments until I stood before her submissively; wearing just my dainty, lacy and feminine undergarments.

Never had I felt so utterly helpless and embarrassed in all of my life.

Mistress Tracy took a small digital camera out of her handbag and, making me stand in various 'Lingerie Catalogue' style poses, she clicked away, recording for posterity my sexy looking persona.

She sat on one of the chairs, comfortably smoothing her skirt over her legs. She looked me up and down, appraising my transformation fully.

"Come here, girlie, over my knees you go. I'm going to give you a thorough spanking. It'll be just as if you were a naughty schoolgirl. I want you to count each slap that you receive and, you may thank me for each six that you count."

I was truly flabbergasted but, I had no recourse than to obey her instructions, to the letter. I lay across her lap, my bottom raised slightly over her right knee.

SLAP!

"One." I counted. "Two… Three… Four… Five… Six…" Then, as instructed, I spoke the words that she wanted to hear from me.

"Thank-you Mistress Tracy for spanking my bottom."

"Good girl, I think this could be fun!" She smirked.

"Seven, Eight…"

This continued until my bum was red and sore and I had received 36 sound, hard slaps from her hand.

At each half a dozen, I was being made to thank her for abusing my glowing rear end.

"Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told.

"Yes, Mistress Tracy."

As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room.

And so, the next chapter was to begin…

Pippa's Story. Part 6.
The Professional Makeover.

"Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told.

"Yes, Mistress Tracy."

As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room…

"You will remain in that position, Pippa. Touch your toes and don't you dare try to stand until we are finished with your inspection. If you do, I'll repeat the exercise but, this time I'll use my little 'bendy' cane!" Mistress Tracy told me seriously.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes so that, I would not know who was present and, I heard the room go silent as the door closed.

I was far too afraid of the consequences to ignore what I'd been told and yet, I had a sneaking suspicion that I was alone in the room.

It was difficult for me to hold my position this long as, the business suit that I'd been told to wear had included the 4" Court shoes that were still, adorning my feet.

Some 15 to 20 minutes passed until I once again heard the room door open and, the sound of several people entering the lounge.

"Impressive, Pippa, I was almost sure that you would be unable to keep your promise. You may stand now."

It was Mistress Lisa's voice that I heard, she continued speaking to me as she ordered me to dress, in the neatly folded clothes that I had previously worn.

As I did so, I noticed that a video camera had been recording my entire ordeal, at the hands of Mistress Tracy.

A sudden tingle of unease ran the length of my spine, making me shiver involuntarily.

"Tidy up your make-up, Pippa and then come and sit in this chair."

It was my wife's turn to speak and, I obeyed instantaneously to her voice. My make up refreshed, I sat in the chair that she had indicated.

My arms were quickly bound to the arms of the chair, holding me securely within its confines.

I felt something cold and numbing on my earlobes and, before I could protest, each ear was pierced with two holes on each side. A gold stud was placed in the higher of the two holes on each side and, some medium sized hoops placed in the others.

Next, I felt them pierce my left nostril and, a small golden ring was placed there, through the newly created hole.

I tried to protest but, as soon as I did, I felt the rubber ball gag place in my mouth, keeping me silent as the group discussed their next move.

I felt my blouse being opened and, my silicone breasts being removed, along with my bra.

The numbing sensation was upon me again and, each of my nipples received the same treatment as, small rings were placed through them both.

Once again, the room emptied and, I was left to ponder what I had just been through.

The video camera was still recording each torment that I went through, making sure that there would be a record of each and every event.

I began to worry about the life that was my own, my male life and, how I would explain away the modifications that I had been through during my recent M2F transformation.

Would I be able to return to my former self, without any obvious evidence of my feminisation?

How on earth could I return to work, entering the 'macho' domain that was my corporate office?

And what of my P.A./secretary and, her involvement in all of this?

Were my wife, and her best friend serious, when they spoke of keeping me in my feminine form?

These thoughts were quickly banished as the group returned, once again adhering my silicone falsies into position and, tidying me up into the 'Office Girl' that was my current schizoid personality.

"My Darling husband," whispered my with soothingly into my ear. "I'm going to spend today with my new friends Jackie and Jerry. I'd like to be alone with them for a while so, I've asked Lisa and Tracy to look after you for me."

I was stunned to silence. She continued with her explanation.

"You will do exactly as you're asked and, you will go wherever they take you. Don't let me down my love."

She kissed my cheek gently and lovingly.

My wife, Mistress Jackie and Master Jerry walked us to the door and, my two Mistress' attached a collar and leash to my neck, pulling me outside, commanding me to follow them into the outside world.

It was almost midday as I was led, humiliated by my leash, through the throng of weekend shoppers in the middle of London's Kensington High Street.

We walked into the busy and crowded marketplace, gathering leers and lewd comments along the way until, we reached or destination.

The corner stall of the basement level within the market was, as far as I could make out, a nail and beauty parlour.

The curious thing about it was that, the stylists' chair was at the front of the floor, showing the current occupier off blatantly, to whomsoever passed by.

The two women seemed to know the stall's owner quite well and, I was soon sitting in the chair, on show to the milling public.

I was to be treated to a full makeover and artistic nail style.

My humiliation was further increased when, at my Mistress' bidding, my arms and legs were locked in place by four thick leather straps.

Two straps on my forearms and two on my lower legs. The straps were obvious to anyone that stopped to watch my make over.

Worst of all, so that my new make over would be complete, all of my old make up would have to be removed.

The stylist began by washing off the make up on my face and neck, showing without any doubt that the current model was a man that had been feminised and was to continue with his transformation.

"Make sure that you shave him nice and close to begin with. In fact, if you have the time, I'd like to try electrolysis. All over his body." Explained Mistress Tracy to the stylist.

"Starting with his face, I think then, if we have the time, we can strip him off, bit by bit and, remove the rest of it."

"He'll be very publicly exposed." Commented the stylist as she replied to the request.

"That's exactly how I'd like it!" Giggled Mistress Tracy, gleefully; she stared at me, as she watched me squirm at the thought.

"The more public the show, the better I will feel about having it done."

The stylist smiled wistfully, beginning to understand Mistress Tracy's plans.

"Should we start her off wearing only her Lingerie?" Asked Mistress Lisa cunningly.

"What an excellent idea!" Was Mistress Tracy's reply.

At this, I had the straps removed from my legs as, the two women removed my skirt and then, the leg straps replaced, they freed one arm at a time, removing my jacket and blouse from my torso. Each arm was, of course, dutifully replaced once the garment had been removed.

There I sat, in my finest underwear, make-up free and obviously male, as the stylist began the process of removing my hair.

Electrolysis is a slow process and, it took several hours to complete my face and neck. With this done, the stylist asked where she should do next and was told to do my legs.

Each of my stockings was removed and, one leg at a time, the stylist completed her task. She explained that, if she was to make me over by closing time, my chest and pubic area would have to wait until the following day.

The idea of returning me to this humiliating spot, appealed greatly to the two women who agreed quickly to the idea.

"Before you start the make over though, could you shape her eyebrows? Remove the unwanted hair by electrolysis too, okay?" asked Mistress Tracy.

The stylist obliged quickly, proceeding next to begin the new makeover.

I knew that I really was in trouble now, there would be no way to hide my femininely shaped eyebrows now, with them having had electrolysis, I was doomed to keep their new shape for a long while.

I wondered how I would be able to explain this away once I returned to the office on Monday!

My Makeover now complete, I was instructed to dress, right there, in full public view of the ever-busy crowd of shoppers.

I complied happily, at least I'd be dressed and, not just standing around in my knickers for all to see!

Once I was dressed, the stylist put the finishing touches to my new self, artistically painting an eye-catching design onto new and very long false nails that had been strongly glued to my fingernails.

She painted the same design on to my toenails, ordering me to wait until they were fully dry before putting my stockings back on.

It must have been nearly nine PM by the time we were finished and I was again fully dressed.

I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style.

They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town.

Pippa's Story. Part 7.
Return to Public Humiliation.

… I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style.

They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town…

The morning arrived much too quickly for 'Pippa'.

My thoughts were mangled, today was Sunday, already!

I felt almost schizophrenic, as my mind tried to put the events of this weekend, into some kind of perspective.

Here I was, a successful professional with an upwardly mobile lifestyle, married to a wife that I loved and, more importantly was 'in-love' with, so much had happened in the last 30-odd hours!

I was only one day away from having to return to my office, my clients and my colleagues, (let alone my employers), the following morning at half-past eight!

I found myself however, about to spend the day being feminised, by my wife and her friends no less, and publicly, whilst the group of them played humiliating games with me!

What's more, I was beginning to enjoy myself, exploring a side of me that had been sorely ignored, until now.

I was definitely having trouble balancing the scales of logic and the immediate reality of my future, against the overload of sensory and emotional stimuli that, I was gaining with every second of this weekend's tumultuous, even educational adventures.

I rose to find a note, attached to a ribbon, tied to the wrist of my left hand.

Very simply, when read, it stated the following:


Pippa,

You are to rise, shower, shave and make-up as soon as the alarm wakes you. You will then attire yourself by wearing nothing but the following:

Wig.
Hold-up, black satin stockings.
5" leather strapped sandals.
Waist reducing corset.
Silicon falsies.
Leather bra.

You will go to the kitchen and, you will prepare a full English breakfast for each of us. You will awaken each of us, by orally stimulating our pubic area.

When we are awake, you will serve us our breakfast and do as instructed by any one of us.

You will then be instructed as to your day's events.

Helen. XXXXX

PS: I love you.


I was astounded, it was 6.30 AM and, I was already under instruction by my captors.

I obeyed my instructions to the letter, dressing as ordered and immediately preparing breakfast for the rest of the household.

As soon as it was ready, I loaded up some trays and, individually delivered the fare to each room. Leaving each tray at the foot of the bed, I began raising my Mistress' and my Master.

My tongue worked rapidly on each of them, quickly bringing them into heightened states of excitement. I brought each of them off, swallowing the sticky fluids as they came over my face.

Once they were all awake and, once they had finished breakfast, my day began in earnest!

I was instructed to dress in a set of lacy, virtually transparent undergarments.

My nails were repainted with bright, shiny red polish, my silicon falsies were glued in place and yet, I was ordered to shave closely but not to wear any facial make up, except for some bright red gloss lipstick.

I was a little scared by this, as it would be more obvious to anyone who saw me that, I was in fact a man in drag!

I complied though, a shiver of anticipation running the length of my spine.

My wife then handed me a sheer negligée and explained that it was all that I would be permitted to wear over my underwear.

As I was putting it on, I was told that we would be returning to the beautician, as soon as I was 'dressed'. To make things worse, I was ordered to wear thigh length boots that my wife had bought especially for me.

The boots were bright red, leather and had 6" spiked heels. I thought to myself how incongruous they would look, worn only with my undies and negligee.

My 'Dom.' friends had once again managed to embarrass and humiliate me!

How could they expect me to go out in public dressed only in sexy, feminine lingerie? And yet…

The idea of being paraded around, publicly, for all to see was, I have to admit, exciting me and turning me on!

We left the house and I was expecting another cab to be waiting for us. How wrong could I have been?

My collar and leash were once again attached to me and, worse still, my wrists were handcuffed behind my back.

Master Jerry had business elsewhere that had been previously arranged so, I was being taken by my Mistress' alone this time around.

The girls had decided that they should all be witness to today's activities though and, had invited my secretary Tracy along as well.

All of my Mistress' had decided to dress in very ordinary clothes today, jeans, t-shirts and jackets were the order of the day. This only helped to emphasise the outrageousness of my own garb, of course!

I was led through the streets to the nearest bus stop where, blushing profusely, we waited for the bus into town. When we got there, we changed onto the underground and headed back to Kensington Market.

My outlandish appearance had drawn many inquisitive looks from men and women alike. Some seemed pitying, others amused, mostly though were the looks of shock and disgust.

As soon as the lady Beautician noticed our approach, she moved toward us and made a big show of greeting my Mistress', all the while making loud, lewd comments about feminising the sexy 'Girlie' that they had brought her. I blushed deeply at all the attention she was creating for me.

The girls, along with the lady Beautician, eagerly shuffled me into the 'Parlour' stall and tied my leash to a hook by the entrance. They left me there, still handcuffed at the back for any passer-by to gawk at.

They all moved away a little, toward the back of her establishment and, they began to discuss how they should proceed with my transformation.

I was more than a little afraid of how this process would continue but, I have to admit that the thought of what was to come had turned me on so much that, my dick was rampant in the front of my panties!
When they returned, I was untied and my cuffs were removed.

I was instructed to remove my negligee and sit in the same chair as I had done the previous day.

I complied at once, again blushing furiously as I sat, wearing only my feminine undergarments, with my rock hard erection plainly in view.

Once again, my limbs were tied to the chair, stopping any disagreement on my behalf.

The Beautician began by, painfully slowly removing what was left of my bodily hair.

The process took several hours, during which I was 'on-show' to everyone who passed by.

Once my body was completely smooth and hairless, she started on my hair, styling it in a very feminine fashion then, dying it a natural, but very bright red.

My bindings were removed and I was led to a full-length mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Standing there in front of me was, the reflection of a sexy, alluring and very feminine woman!

My penis reacted to my mirror image, by springing back to life, becoming solid and rampant within seconds.

Embarrassingly, as I hadn't hidden it between my legs as yet, it sprang up, its head peeking over the elastic top of my g-string, leaving no doubt as to how turned on I felt!

Humiliation never far away, the one who noticed my predicament first, was my PA, Tracy who immediately pointed to my groin and very loudly, commented to the other women as, on her own face, a vicious grin began to spread widely.

"Look Girls! She's getting hot, just looking at her sexy little body!!"

Giggles abounded and suddenly, I was the centre of attention once more.

My makeover had been finished after my new hairdo was complete and, my make up was superb, though of course, I had been made to look very provocative and quite sluttish.

My hands and feet had received another coat of bright red polish, my eyelashes were immensely long and my lips were bright, glossy and very red!

I was instructed to strip naked and, when I voiced my fears, still being visible to the public in the Marketplace, I had my vestments literally ripped from my body.

There I stood, buck-naked, in plain view of anyone who happened to glance our way, my dick standing proud before me but, in all other visible ways, seeming very womanly.

Completing the 'feminine' look was only a step away as my wife and Mistress Jackie attached my silicone falsies to my bare, hairless chest, with the special adhesive they'd brought along.

They were very realistic and made more so by the fact that one of the salon girls had made the nipples look very realistic, by touching them up with some pinkish 'skin-tone' make up cream.

From any distance, it was impossible to tell that they were not truly my own boobs!

As I'd opened my mouth and, had expressed my opinion regarding my being fully naked and publicly exposed, it was decided that I should be punished for it.

My Darling wife, Helen, who had now become my Owner/Mistress, decided that the Beautician, having done such a lovely job with my transformation, should have the honour of choosing my chastisement and how they might be wrought.

She seemed ecstatic to be offered such a pleasurable task and, pulling my wife to one side, whispered something in her ear.

"My dear lady," She replied aloud, for all to hear, "it would please me indeed to allow your daughters to meet out Pippa's punishment, as long as we are free to watch them and witness her correction!"

No sooner spoken than, the Beautician hurried into the back room, re-emerging moments later, two teenage looking girls in-tow.

The eldest, about 18 years old, was a punk, dressed in tattered jeans, a leather jacket, she had several piercings, and multicoloured, spiky hair. The younger of the two, about 15 or 16 by the look of her, wore the look of a Goth, creepy make up and a dark little PVC minidress with high heels.

The back of the styling chair that I'd sat in most of the day, was removed leaving a stool of kinds in its place.

I was ordered to lay over it, my hands were quickly cuffed to the footrest and my ankles, pulled apart, were bound my arse cheeks splayed apart.

I could feel my erection growing again as, my dick rubbed against the bottom of the chair.

The punk girl dropped her jeans and panties to knee height. Next thing I knew, she had peed into a jar. She proceeded to pull her clothes into place and then poured her urine over my bum and mostly through the cheeks, over my ring-piece, balls and cock.

She then grabbed a hairbrush and rapidly, in quick succession, she spanked each of my cheeks, six times.

I couldn't help myself and, a series of sharp yelps were heard emanating from my mouth. She thanked her mum, kissed me gently on my neck and left.

The younger girl was giggling openly, she picked up a bottle of hair mousse, put the head into my bum hole and squirted a fair dollop up my arse. She followed by rubbing some Brylcream over my ring and, bottom end first, inserted the mousse can, forcing it past my ring and into my hole.

It was bigger than anything that my Mistress' had used up until now and, I squirmed as much as was possible as I felt myself being stretched wider than I had thought possible.

She stopped once she'd pushed about 7" of it into my body then, using the same brush that her sibling had used, spanked me on both of my cheeks and, my inner thighs.

Leaving me impaled, she also thanked her mother and retired. I was now, once again under the control of the group that had taken charge of my life.

Each of them took a turn, tanning my hide, some with their hands, others using implements they found to hand in the parlour. Finally, I felt the mousse container being removed.

I was freed and told to clean myself up in the back room and, when I returned, I was to be wearing the outfit that was handed me.

I walked slowly to the back room, rubbing my tender backside all the way!

The teenage siblings approached me as soon as I'd entered, crowding up closely and forcing me to the corner.

"We haven't finished with you yet, 'Slavegirl'." I heard the eldest one saying menacingly.

They each grabbed an arm, twisting both behind me and, the biggest girl held me up against the wall, arms tightly behind me while, her sister looped her belt around them and tightly bound the together.

"If you do as you're told, you'll get out of here much quicker than if you fight us! Wouldn't want to have to fetch your 'Mistress' now would we?" threatened the eldest girl. I nodded my compliance.

"What will you have me do for you then?" I asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as I could.

"Good decision, slut!" The youngest girl piped up.

"Stand over there by the fire door. Open it for me sis'. Never know, one of the homeless drunks might get a kick out of watching our little show." She continued, grinning.

The door opened up onto a back alley, a few furtive glances shot our way, as the alley's secret inhabitants judged the scene before them.

"Let's get you nice and hard then!" Said the eldest as, she grabbed my manhood and started jerking me off.

It didn't take long before my excitement made itself visible.

The next thing I knew, both girls were on their knees and feeding on my engorged rod.

A small group of the destitute people using the alleyway as their home, began getting closer until, as confidence grew among them, they were sitting in a semi-circle, intent on watching the sexy show we were putting on.

My dick started twitching, a physical manifestation of how extreme my excitement was. The eldest sister didn't miss the warning sign and immediately stopped her sucking. Nudging her sibling, so as to prolong my agony/ecstasy, they both removed their luscious mouths form my rampant, bobbing member.

The youngest girl, who seemed to have a slightly vicious streak in her, looked over at the dirty, mostly drunken audience.

"Any of you Ladies fancy a nibble?"

One of the crowds in the alley, a woman who looked to be in her mid-fifties and, who smelled like she hadn't seen a bath in months, took the bait.

"I don't want to nibble on it but, if you would, I'd like the slave to munch on me!"

The sister's glanced at each other then, I was pushed to my knees and my face was forced into the tramp-woman's lap.

"Lick it all up, slut!" I was told firmly.

Less than two minutes passed until, back in the room, I heard the sound of the inner door opening and, the voices of my Mistress' waft my way.

"Ah, so now I understand your delay in getting dressed, Pippa!" My wife solemnly uttered.

"I think that we should stay and watch." Mistress Jackie told my wife.

"Yeah, at least let her finish what she's doing!" exclaimed Mistress Lisa, enthralled by the spectacle before her.

"Then we can punish her for not obeying our commands." Completed Mistress Tracy, harshly.

"I should have known that my girls would want to play with her. They can't resist a new toy until they've had a decent game or two!" The lady Beautician commented finally.

"Finish the 'Lady' off then, Pippa. I want to see her sticky cum juices all over your lovely lips and tongue!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

The vagrant woman's vaginal lips were sticky and stank of fish, it was like taking a trip to Billingsgate Market.

I forced my mouth into position though, lapping furiously at her quim, my intent being to bring her off as quickly as was physically possible!

Staying in position was a difficult task, as I still had the belt firmly holding my arms in place behind my back.

As my head bobbed down into the rank folds of her pussy, my arms jerked upwards, away from my body, as if they had a mind of their own.

I stuck firmly to my task and soon had the Hobo woman shrieking with pleasure. Her body convulsed, arching her back and forcefully pushing her cunt into my face, covering me with her stale cum juice.

The audience cheered me on, finally breaking into a round of applause as the homeless wench gushed into her climax.

I was rapidly pulled to my feet and pushed back into the room. Without pause, the door slammed shut.

"And who gave you permission to follow any orders, other than the ones we gave you back in the salon?" Snapped the angry sounding voice of Mistress Lisa.

"N-n-nobody Mistress…" I began to reply.

"Quite so, my dear! So, what were you doing just now? That was your own idea then, I take it!" Commented Mistress Jackie, solemnly.

"N-no Mis…"

SLAP!

"I don't require you to tell me, slut! Either way, you didn't do as you were told, so now you must be castigated." She continued.

"I agree." Piped up my wife. "But this time, I choose, OK girls?"

"As you wish it, Helen, of course." Was her reply.

"Good, Pippa, get yourself tidied up and dressed. I have plans for you!"

It sounded ominous!

"First, and only as a prelim to your main chastisement, you will be paraded around the busiest streets I can find. I'm looking forward to displaying the expert craft that our beautician friend has managed. You will of course be dressed as the tart that you really enjoy being and, will be cuffed, gagged and collared at the end of my leash. The main punishment, I will consider whilst we show the new you off!"

I was dumbfounded. Once again, my humiliation would be of the public variety!

Pippa's Story. Part 8.
Publicly exhibited and chastised.

As promised, I was led from the 'Market', with my make-up in perfect condition. It was making me look sluttish yet sexy, feminine yet 'on the prowl'. My clothing too was of the same ilk, a short, black leather micro-mini skirt, over matching hold-up stockings and tanga panties; a waist clincher, reducing my waist to give me that 'hourglass' figure that men rave about so much and, red patent 5" stilettos completed my lower half.

Above the waist, I wore my silicon falsies in a decoratively designed red half-cup bra, over which was a sheer, virtually transparent white chiffon blouse, which allowed brief glimpses of the lace trimmed bra cups and showed off the colour of it permanently.

My new femininely styled, vixen red hairdo was very eye-catching too, deliberately styled so, to attract more than passing glances.

In keeping with my wife's wishes, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, the effect of which was to push my bosom forward, showing the stiff nipples of my 'falsies' as they rubbed against my blouse.

Around my neck, I wore a black leather collar with silver studs, attached to this was the leash that was currently held by Mistress Jackie.

The Mistress' chatted about the best route for us to take, one that would, of course, give their newly designed plaything, maximum exposure to London's public crowds.

Deciding that a trip to Harrods would probably achieve this, whilst still being pleasurable for them all, I was led from Kensington Market, down the High Street to the underground station.

It was decidedly difficult in my tall, thin heels, for me to negotiate the vast number of stairs leading to the station platform. With my arms fixed in place behind me, I had to do so in a very straight and upright manner, chest thrust forward and, not daring to look at my feet.

Finally, after what seemed ages, we took the Circle line to South Kensington, descended further to the Piccadilly line and went the final stop to our destination.

As was usual for Knightsbridge, the area was a hive of activity. I was led through the throng by my leash, which was now, in the hands of my darling spouse. Both my circumstances, being cuffed and led like a pet and, my sexy appearance, meant that I was attracting many stares and a lot of attention. My cheeks burned with a permanent blush of embarrassment.

Just before we moved to the entrance of Harrods, that magnificent, huge and exclusive store, my wrists were freed. This was only to be moved into a new position, hanging down in front of my body where, the cuffs were slapped back onto my wrists, leaving my hands usable but still bound together.

We all got strange looks from the security guys at the door, especially when they looked through my Mistress' handbags, checking for arms or explosives, only to find such articles as nipple clamps, butt-plugs and a ball-gag!

Containing their humour behind well-controlled 'straight' faces though, they let us pass, entering the treasure-island that lay within.

I saw them hurriedly whispering to each other though, sharing the joke of my situation.

My entourage of 'Doms' quickly led me into the perfumery department, where I was sprayed with a sample of a very expensive and feminine scent.

From there, I was whisked into the make-up section and, my wife immediately sought out an expensive, designer make-up counter, that was offering to give people a complete make-over, hoping to entice them into buying sizeable amounts of their product, once they'd seen how good it made them look.

I saw her chatting to the assistant at the counter, followed by another brief tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte with the make-up artist. Both women glanced over at me from time to time, smiling more and more broadly as my wife explained that it was me that she wanted the makeover for.

She signalled to the other in the group, indicating that I was to be brought over to a big, leather reclining chair, positioned just to the side of the counter, next to the aisle used by the milling crowds that were moving about the store.

Once again, I felt a shiver move down my spine, partly in dread of what was to happen to me and, partly at the excitement that I was beginning to feel, each time I was humiliated like this, so publicly.

The cuffs were removed from my wrists and, I was seated in the chair, positioned just short of horizontal with the back fully reclined.

I could feel my skirt rise up as I leant back, knowing that it would be high enough to show the lacy tops of my hold up stockings.

I blushed as I realised that anyone walking past me from the opposite direction, would have an unobstructed view up my skirt and, of my tanga style panties and of the bulge they now contained, exposing my excitement.

I saw Master Jerry snicker to himself as my Mistress' gathered around the counter, so as to decide which colours to use for my 'new look'.

I heard them discussing various options with the lady who would be undertaking my makeover.

"I'd like to keep her looking like a 'vamp', personally." Stated Mistress Lisa, loudly.

"Yes, I agree with you Lisa." Replied Mistress Tracy, delighting in my humiliation.

"She does look very sexy, dressed in such a sluttish manner, I'll admit, but… I've been thinking about tomorrow and Pippa having to return to work…"

That was all I heard of my wife's reply, as her voice dropped to a whisper and my Mistress' huddled together, giggling aloud from time to time.

I was pleased to hear my wife mention my return to work the following day, thinking that she was being careful not to ask for anything to be done to me that couldn't be covered up, once I regained my male persona.

Little did I know what they were plotting for me…

Whispering over, I noted with some confusion, that my loving wife and Mistress, Helen rummaged through her handbag and withdrew the keys to our house and home.

She walked over to Master Jerry and whispered some things in his ear.

Before I knew it, he was gone. I might have worried about it but, just as he left, the make-up artist came over to me and removed my wig.

I was a little startled and could feel the blush rising in my cheeks, as she proceeded to remove the make-up that I'd been wearing until now.

Embarrassment flooded through me, as I realised that, once again, people could see that I was really a man.

A man dressed as a woman!

The process of transforming my face into its feminine form began once more.

I was surprised to find that I was being made up much more conservatively than before, almost in the style that might be worn by an executive career woman on her way in to an important meeting.

The foundation had been expertly layered onto my face, quite thickly but giving my skin a beautifully smooth look. My cheekbones were lightly rouged and my eyes were flatteringly understated in tones of bronze and gold, though my lashes were still built up to look long and thick.

My lips were covered in a thick, luscious and glossy metallic bronze that shone as the light struck it. The lipstick that she used was from a 'professional' range and was guaranteed to stay on for at least eight hours.

What I hadn't been aware of was that the woman had completely shaved off my eyebrows, replacing them with a thinly shaped brow-pencil mark!

The work finished, I was allowed to get out of the chair and, my wrists were quickly cuffed once more.

I pleaded with my Mistress' to be allowed to see the finished product but, they just told me that I would… all in good time!

Believing that we would be heading home, now that my new look was complete, I was surprised to be led upstairs and into the 'Ladies Fashions' department.

The women led me directly to the 'Ladies' Lingerie', where I was guided through a variety of feminine undergarments, until we reached a section that was almost entirely lace and silk and, that was very sheer to the eye.

I braced myself mentally, expecting another humiliating encounter with the salesgirls, but I was surprised, when all that my Mistresses did, was to buy a few items for themselves.

I followed once again, as I was led to a section that sold clothes for the 'larger' woman. The Dommes chatted amongst themselves for a few minutes; I suddenly found myself being herded into the changing rooms, where I was handed some stylish, sexy yet businesslike female attire.

I donned the outfit without comment and, we all left the store, heading once again for an undisclosed destination.

We travelled by bus this time, my new, more conservative looking outfit, attracting far fewer looks; with my newly applied make-up, I looked far more realistic, easily passing as a woman at first glance.
Arriving at Euston station, I found out that we were headed to 'Transformation', a shop that specialises in crossdressing men.

I only found out, once I'd entered the shop, that an appointment had been made for me, to be 'fully' transformed by the female assistants that worked there.

I blushed furiously, as I was once again stripped of my clothes, and left naked for all to see. My wife handcuffed me to a clothes railing and began to chat to the assistant who would be transforming me this time.

I was uncuffed and led to a changing room where a new look was being dreamt up by the women.

To begin with, I was given some cache-sex knickers to try on, which hid my manhood and the bulge that formed at the front of my panties.

With these on, it was impossible to detect my dick, no matter how rampant I became.

The girls looked me over appraising the new flatter look, but somehow seemed disappointed at the overall effect.

My wife whispered a few more things to the attending assistant who then asked that I remove the garment that I was wearing.

She hurried off into the shop, returning rapidly with another item for me to try.

This new model gave my bum some roundness and, had a
fake pussy included in the design.

This having been chosen, the assistant brought me my next item of feminisation, a pair of fake boobs, designed in bra fashion. My body form was now beginning to take shape.

Of course, I was now in need of a bra to cover my new tits!

Browsing through the various styles, the ladies chose one for me; the assistant quickly bringing it into the changing room, handed it to me to put on.

It was a three quarter cup, white lacy bra that fitted over my 'falsies' beautifully.

It hid the fact that my new breasts were made of Latex and, it held them firmly in position, shaping my chest in a wonderfully feminine way.

I had to admit that this whole episode was beginning to have a formidable effect on my lower regions, as I felt stirrings in my loins.

Not yet satisfied with the overall effect, Mistress Jackie pulled the assistant to one side, discussing matters that I was not privy to.

I soon discovered that it was my body shape that did not yet satisfy my Dommes.

I was handed a waspie and told to try it on for size.

It was white satin and boned, so as to hold my midriff in position, aiming to give me that 'hourglass' figure that was so popular with the male sex.

Apparently, though, it didn't push the right buttons, as I was quickly told to remove it, and a replacement garment was handed me instead.

This one was far sultrier, boned silk and lace in red and black.

It pulled my waist in to a narrow 26", making my body look very sexy indeed.

My new feminine look was now very realistic indeed and, my dick was hardening by the minute.

I was now in need of leg coverings, so my Mistress' handed me a pair of silk stockings, deciding this time that I should frame them with a suspender belt.

One was handed me and, I rapidly fixed my stockings in place with it.

The feel of them certainly had its effect, as I felt my cock grow thick, hard and rampant in my 'cache-sex'.

I thought that I was lucky they had chosen for me to wear it, or the bulge would be all too obvious, sticking out in front of me!

To create a more feminine effect, I was told that I should have a slip over my undergarments. My Mistress' agreed and soon, one had been chosen for me to don.

It felt very sensuous indeed! It was black and grey, made entirely of silk and, it felt heavenly, as it caressed my skin, over the sexy underthings that I now wore.

The ladies seemed genuinely pleased at my new appearance, as they smiled secretly at each other.

My new appearance was nearly completed.

I wondered what the next step would be.

It took next to no time for me to find out.

I was handed a pair of beautiful panties, which certainly gave the look a stunningly sexy finish as I put them over the cache-sex.

Not too sure, of what my finished look should be, I was instructed to try on various skirts and blouses.

Unfortunately, none of them pleased my entourage, so the women once again huddled together in conference.

It was decided that, rather than go for a simple, feminine outfit, I should be made into a more outrageously styled wench.

The word wench featuring strongly in their minds!

The assistant brought me an outfit and told me to try it on. I did so, realising that I was to be dressed as a maid… a French maid.

The first outfit didn't appeal to my Mistress' and, they sent the assistant to fetch a different type of maid's garment.

I couldn't wait to see it, or how I would look once I was in the new apparel.

The new uniform was frillier and showed more cleavage; it had frills that poked out of the bosom and at the bottom of the skirt. It was completed with a matching apron that had a very feminine feel to it.

I was ecstatic at my Mistress' choice.

It was awesome!

Now, only my extremities needed attention, so my wife instructed the assistant to bring me some ankle boots.

Black, patent leather boots were brought, they were sexy as hell!

Finally, I needed a wig.

The first that I was asked to model was a long curly brunettes.

It looked good, but it was decided that the length would be too awkward for my position as a maid.

The assistant was sent to find another and I was soon handed my new head of hair.

I was to become a redhead!

I was overjoyed as I loved the fiery colour on the female form.

The wig looked very natural and, I was finally transformed into my new persona.

I could hardly believe my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror. Before me stood an outstandingly feminine and sexy woman… and it was I!

My wife, come Mistress, ordered me to pay for my new gear, instructing that I should pay with my company credit card.

This worried me a little, as it would leave a traceable link to me when audited, but I didn't argue. A few moments later, I was the proud owner of a completely new 'alter-ego'.

I had truly been reborn and, Pippa now truly existed, however, whenever and wherever my wife wished it of me. What I found incredible was that I was enjoying my new and submissively feminine persona. It actually excited me!

For the rest of the day, while the shop was still open, I was taught how to walk in a feminine and sensuous way, wiggling my hindquarters provocatively. I was given instruction in how best to speak, masking my normally baritone voice and, I was shown a variety of hormone creams that would retard my beard growth and that would help to increase my bust size.

By closing time, I was ready for my next mission!

Pippa's Story. Part 9.
Pippa's Mission.

My newly found confidence, sprang from the fact that my prior visit to the 'Transformation' shop, in London's 'Euston', had quite literally lived up to their claim to '…transform men's bodies into that of a woman.'

I was amazed by the thought that ran through my mind.

The one that I was beginning to have more and more frequently. The one that kept on telling me that now, I would truly pass muster in public, and that nobody who saw me would even think twice, before accepting my portrayed gender.

My eyes roved freely over my reflection in the full-length mirror before me, searching critically, as if daring myself to find fault with it.

Astounded, I realised that even my chest bobbed and swayed in a natural manner, as the silicon falsies that were glued to my depilated chest, squeezed the bosom shaped bra that I was wearing.

The experience had been a costly one, having billed my company credit card with over ÂŁ1200.00 worth of clothing and paraphernalia, but the result was astonishing, my mirror image was even beginning to arouse me.

There I stood, a sexy, feminine looking female; I was wearing the kind of clothing that couldn't help but bring attention to me and, it would very likely be attention from a variety of sexual predators, mostly of the male gender no doubt!

It didn't take my 'Domme' entourage very long, to decide that I was ready for a proper outing as 'Pippa, the maid' and soon, I found myself being propelled into the back of a black cab, heading west, towards Earl's Court.

Our destination turned out to be the 'Philbeach' Hotel, whose bar and night-club was a well-known 'gay' haunt and, who were known for their friendly attitude towards the crossdressing community.

The hotel was well known also, for their extremely liberal attitude towards sexual proclivity, even in their public areas. The management were well liked by the gay community and it was generally believed that '…almost anything goes!' when you were a patron of the establishment that they ran.

Many of the more outrageous gays and transsexuals used it as a regular hangout.

Our group turned more than a few heads as we entered the main bar; not surprisingly, I thought, considering how sexy my Mistress' looked, as they led me into the busy room by my collar and leash.

Although I was now very passable as a woman, the collar, the leash and the cuffs that bound my wrists, left no doubt as to my submissive status, and the fact that I was being used as the groups 'sex-toy'.

A couple of the more 'camp' drag queens approached us and, they quickly struck up a conversation with the women whom I obeyed.

I was kept just out of hearing distance whilst they chatted, but I could see that the 'Queens' were saying all the right things, as all four of my 'Dommes' were giggling as they looked over in my direction. It wasn't long before I was introduced to the two who had joined our little group.

Candy and Patience, as they liked to be called, were obviously men in drag, but this didn't detract from how sexy they looked. Their clothes were extremely sluttish and, they wore very heavy make-up with outlandish wigs; they both stood proudly, at about six-foot two, in their four inch stiletto heels.

As I approached them, standing submissively beside my wife, I heard the words that I'd been dreading, even though they had been one's that I'd expected.

"Of course Candy, I'd be more than happy to loan Pippa to you both for an hour or so. It will give us girls a chance to look around the place, and decide how we'd like to use her while we're here. Feel free to have your friends avail themselves of the little cumslut's mouth, should they like to; we're training her not to spill a drop, as she swallows."

Turning to face me, Mistress Helen told me firmly:

"Pippa, you are to obey my new friends, as if it were I that was instructing you. If I hear any complaints when they return you to us, I will make it a point to publicly chastise and humiliate you, right in the centre of the dance floor, for all to see. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head and did a little curtsy, as I replied:

"Yes Mistress, I understand fully; I won't let you down."

At this, Candy took my leash, pocketed the handcuff key, and led me toward a room at the rear of the club. We walked directly across the dance floor, through a crowd of merry revellers; I felt many hands stroking my legs and my bum, unashamedly touching me up. Candy stopped once, in the middle of some friends and, she French kissed me deeply, before inviting a few people to join us in the back room.

As we entered the room, I noticed that there were many little groups, each engaged in some kind of openly sexual activity. There were small orgies going on, one on one fucking or sucking; there were a few groups where the centre of attention was a submissive, either bound or cuffed, as they serviced the other Dominant members of their entourage. There were fully dressed 'voyeurs' either just watching, or having a sly wank, there were naked men (and a few women!) engaged in all sorts, and there were a few crossdressed or transsexual guys, also freely giving or receiving sexual favours.

Patience rapidly found a spot for us and, I was ordered to my knees, my wrists still cuffed behind me. Several of Candy's friends had followed us in and, I was quickly surrounded by about a dozen 'she-males'.

Patience was the first to speak and, she unceremoniously instructed that I was to service any and all cocks that were presented me. I nodded nervously, as I wondered how I would cope with such copious amounts of jism.

Candy uncuffed my wrists, whispering in my ear that failure to comply would be treated severely and, instructing me to use my hands to wank the cocks, getting them hard and ready for my mouth. I was soon sucking on Candy's cock, whilst I wanked Patience with my right hand and a transsexual friend of theirs with my left. Many of the others had begun stroking various parts of my body and, I felt some of my clothing being loosened, as I was touched, stroked and kissed all over.

My mouth was soon being fucked by a variety of cocks, each of them ramming into my mouth and throat, until they spent their sticky fluid into me.

My hour was soon over and, I was pleased to realise that I'd sucked clean over twenty rampant members, without spilling a drop! I was cuffed again and, Patience led me back to my waiting Mistress'.

The 'Queens' reported my actions in great detail, commenting on how pleased they'd been with my performance and, offering to take me in hand again, whilst my Mistress' watched, but the women wanted me to themselves for a while. They thanked Candy and Patience, saying that they might take them up on the offer later on.

Mistress Jackie grabbed the back of my head and forced her tongue into my mouth, saying:

"Well done, you little cumslut! Twenty men in an hour, that's quite an achievement!"

My clothing was adjusted and, I was told to get under the table that they were sitting at. I complied immediately; only to find that all four of my Mistress' had removed their knickers.

"Start licking Pippa, we all want to cum over your face!"

Whilst I was muff diving them, they removed the tablecloth, allowing the rest of the room to see what I was doing. It took me over an hour to bring them all off and, once I had, I found that we were headed home.

I wondered what I would do in the morning, as my workday loomed ever nearer…

I was shuffled out of the hotel and led to the Earls Court Road, where we hailed a black cab and headed back to our home. Mistress Lisa, Mistress Tracy and Mistress Jackie joined my wife and I as we entered our house. It had only been two full days and one evening, since my huge male ego had fooled me into the bet that had turned my life around, but it seemed like a lifetime.

I was ordered to strip and to carefully fold my clothing. I did as I was asked; it felt strange standing in front of these women, my depilated body now naked, but still fully made up.

My wife handed me a short, sheer nightie and told me to go to bed. As I was climbing the stairs, I noticed that my Mistress' were huddled together, deep in conversation.

I was still a bit worried about having to go to the office with my new, more feminine look, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to change certain things, like my eyebrows and my shaved, smooth body.

I fell asleep quite quickly and dreamed raunchy things all night long.

I woke early, bathed, removed my make-up and towelled myself dry. Heading to my wardrobe, so as to dress for work, I was horrified to find that there were no men's clothes left in the house.

I yelled out to Helen, asking her where she'd put my clothes and, I was dumbfounded, as all four of the women that I'd been out with the previous night, entered my bedroom.

My wife was the one who broke the news to me.

"Pippa, I'm pleased to tell you that we've destroyed all of your male clothing. They've been cut into strips and thrown in the river down the road. I realise that this will come as a bit of a shock, but whilst we were at Transformation yesterday, I bought you three new outfits. They are all very businesslike, in conservative colours, one grey, one navy blue and one black. From today onwards, you will dress in female clothes, making yourself look as genuinely feminine as possible. Mistress Tracy has agreed to tell your staff that you have been taken seriously ill and, she will tell them that your sister will be taking over as the new boss. Your sister, of course, is the part that you will play yourself. Any questions?"

I was almost speechless, but I finally replied:

"I won't do it! You must think that I'm mad or something!"

"I'm sorry my love, but you really have no choice in the matter. If you refuse, I will be forced to leak the photos and the videos that we took of you this weekend, to all of your friends, your staff and maybe even to your family. You'd never live down the humiliation, I know you too well to be wrong about that. I really loved you in your submissive role and, I've decided to make it permanent. Now, get dressed and put your make up on!"

I was shocked and stunned and, in an almost robotic way, I began to transform myself into Pippa once again. My mind was racing, trying to find a way out of my predicament. The thought of my family, my colleagues and my friends, seeing the pictures that had been taken of me this past weekend, let alone watching the video footage that I'd submitted to, were the only images that my mind's eye could envisage.

I was trapped and, the only thing that I could do was to agree to my wife's outlandish proposals, and whatever plans the four of them had in store for me.

I was ushered back into the bathroom, where each of my newly acquired Mistress' checked my body, making sure that it was still completely hairless and 'baby' smooth.

Once they were satisfied that I'd passed muster, they led me into the guest bedroom, where my make-up, wig, silicon falsies and underwear had been carefully laid out for me.

Looking around the room, I noticed that my waist-reducing corset hung neatly, next to a beautiful black cocktail dress and a matching, very feminine jacket.

"We'll help you with your transformation this week, but you'll have to learn how to apply your make-up, and how to dress yourself alone. Remember that you have to fool many people into believing that you really are a woman. Many of them being people that you know well, and have interacted with quite intimately. You wouldn't want to be found out now, would you?"

The comment came from Mistress Tracy, a young woman who, until a few hours ago, had been my secretary and my subordinate in the office. She continued by telling me:

"I'll see you in the office, Pippa; don't be late!"

She smiled at my wife, kissed her gently and left the room.

The three 'Dommes' that were left, quickly applied make-up to my face and neck, they did so very proficiently and I soon looked convincingly female.

My toenails were varnished and, false nails attached to my fingers, which had soon been painted to match. As we waited for the nail varnish to dry, my wife applied the finishing touches to my face; I saw myself in the mirror and was astonished to realise that I truly looked like the woman I was to pass myself off as.

My underwear was next and, as I put the chosen ensemble on, I felt myself becoming aroused.

My false boobs were fixed in place, glued to my bare chest, and the breast shaper bra held them beautifully.

My penis hiding knickers went on over my suspenders and silk stockings, hiding my ever-hardening erection between my legs; next, I was forced into my waist-clincher, giving me a wonderfully feminine shape.

As I pulled the cocktail dress over my head, my body took on a sexual appeal that I was sure would turn many of my male staffs heads!

Mistress Lisa helped me into my 3" heels, as Mistress Jackie adjusted my wig for me; my wife, Mistress Helen, held up my jacket, and I slipped it over my torso.

The finished product was unbelievable, a perfect copy of a woman, indistinguishable from the real thing!
One of the women patted me on the rump, propelling me gently out of the room and leading me, dazed, down the stairs and out of my front door.

"We're coming to the office with you, so don't be afraid. You'll see, Pippa, everything will be fine. You look great as a businesswoman, really great!"

Master Jerry was waiting in front of the house; he'd been in on the whole thing, and was going to drive us to my workplace. I was terrified, as only now would I find out if I would really be able to pull this off, being introduced to my staff as a woman!

In her role as the MD's secretary, Tracy met us by the door and showed me to my office. I was, of course, supposed to be seeing the premises for the first time and, wouldn't know where anything was, or who anyone was!

Hoping to relax for a while and gather my wits, I followed her into my workspace, but I had another shock waiting for me there!

A journalist from our local newspaper was there with her photographer, sitting at my desk, waiting to interview me.

She wanting my take on how '…being a woman in charge will change the way things are run in this company.'

Mistress Lisa ushered me into my en-suite bathroom as Tracy chatted to the reporter, giving me a few minutes to recover my senses.

I heard Lisa's voice, calming me down and prepping me for what was to come.

"We decided that the best way for you to adapt to your new feminine persona, was to be thrown in at the deep end, so we arranged that Tracy would try to muster up some 'public interest' in Pippa's take-over of the company. This is the first of three 'media' interviews that you will be giving and, it's probably the easiest one for you."

My nerves were still as tight as a bowstring, but my body had stopped shaking and, I felt that I was capable of speaking now, without my voice trembling too much.

I was very pleased that the assistants in the 'Transformation' shop, had spent a little time teaching me to feminise my voice and, that they had given me some inkling as to a woman's deportment.

"The interview that you are about to give is to a reporter from the local newspaper. She will probably spend no more than fifteen to twenty minutes with you, followed by a few well-posed photos being taken. Use this as a practice session and, as long as you don't give yourself away as a man, everything will be just fine."

I knew that I'd been forbidden to answer back, or to ask questions of my Mistress' whilst they were speaking; this was the case, unless I was given express permission to do so, or had been asked a direct question, but I couldn't help myself:

"Mistress, you say that there are two more interviews to come, please tell me what to expect…"

"Don't be quite so obsequious girl! You'll be told when we feel you ought to know. Now, let's get back in there, the reporter will be wondering what the fuss is about!"

"No, please, I can't do this!"

Mistress Lisa grabbed my arm, pulling me over her lap, as she sat on the toilet seat. She gave my rump six hard slaps before letting me stand again.

"Any more of that, and I'll invite the reporter in to watch me spank you! Now, get out there!"

Pulling down the hem of my dress and smoothing it out carefully, I opened the door and entered my office.

The interview passed without incident and, I was almost certain that the reporter had been fooled by my female persona.

The photographer asked me to pose for about a dozen pictures, which I did quite brazenly, making the shots as businesslike as possible, whilst still giving them a slightly sensuous look and a distinctly seductive feel.

As the photographer put away his equipment and prepared to leave, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. I was pleased to notice that his cock was straining through his jeans. I giggled, realising that it was I that had turned him on, and that had caused his rampant erection to show through his clothing.

"Well done, Pippa. You were very good; I have no doubt that the reporter, and her horny young photographer, were well and truly taken in." My wife and Mistress gently kissed my cheek as she told me this.

Mistress Lisa added quickly:

"Yes, and I noticed that you'd clocked his thick dick, as it strained against the fabric of his Levi's; you'd obviously made him want a little extra, had the opportunity arisen!"

Mistress Jackie smiled broadly and, turning to my secretary/PA, Mistress Tracy, she asked her:

"Tracy, I think that Pippa is ready for the next stage; would you ask all the department managers to meet us in the boardroom, in ten minutes. It's time that they got to know their new 'Boss-Lady'."

Nodding her head in concurrence, she opened the door, and disappeared into the main reception.

"Ten minutes it is!"

My wife took me by the hand and, leaning close to my ear, she whispered to me:

"Darling, you are making me so happy, I love you more with each test that you pass for my friends and I. The more I see of you as a woman, the more I think that you should remain so. I love you, Pippa!"

My mind was reeling, my future looked set and, my deep longing to be exactly the person that my wife desired weighed in heavier than any other considerations. This whole situation, I thought silently, was something that I'd brought upon myself; I wouldn't be in this situation, had I not been foolish enough to bet against two very clever women.

I'd underestimated my wife, and her friends, and I was now paying the price for my foolhardiness.

"Mistress Helen, I can't say that your choice of lifestyle has not overwhelmed me, but if this truly makes you so happy, I am your willing subject; treat me as you will, I wish only to serve you."

As I finished my remark, I heard my secretary, as she returned to our group:

"Everybody who is anybody is waiting in the Board room; each of them is wanting desperately to meet their new boss-lady and CEO. I think that now would be the perfect moment for Pippa's grand entrance."

As Tracy opened the office door, Mistress Lisa stood behind me, stopping any retreat that I might have been considering, whilst my wife and her friend Lisa stood either side of me, escorting me through the building towards the Boardroom, and my waiting staff.

Fear gripped my entire being, as I was ushered to the head of the long mahogany table; seated all around it were my senior staff, department heads and managers. I noticed a few of the younger men in the group leer at me, as they whispered to each other:

"Wow! She's a corker!"

"Oh, yeah! Have you seen the legs on her?"

"I sure have… I'd love to bury my face at the top of them!"

"She's got superb tits… I bet you could die happy, if you suffocated in between those!"

I called for silence, addressing them all in my sexiest voice.

"My brother has been taken seriously ill and, he will be away for the foreseeable future. He has asked me to step in to his shoes, running this company in his absence. I'm sure that I can count on your support, and will be meeting with each of you individually, to discuss my plans and my goals. If you have any questions, please address them to Tracy, my PA, who will brief me at her earliest opportunity. I would like to thank you for meeting with me so quickly. You may return to your duties now."

I rose quickly and returned to my main office, my legs trembling, as I felt the adrenaline pumping through my body.

My Mistress' followed closely behind me, making sure that no one could catch me for a 'private' word.

I sat heavily in my thick, leather office chair and, I felt my whole body tremble, as I realised that I had fooled my staff.

Nobody had questioned my gender, or even questioned how closely Pippa resembled their original boss, Philip.

The women were feeling high with our success and, my wife looked happiest of all:

"Pippa, now I'm sure that we can pull this off; from now on, Philip no longer exists, we'll continue with your transformation, until Pippa has completely taken over your life. I love you, my husband… or should I say, my soon to be wife!"

I felt a shiver run along my spine, as I wondered how far she intended to take this whole affair.

I didn't have long to wait before I found out her plans.

Standing all around me, the four women began to plan my future, speaking aloud, so that I was able to hear their every word.

"First of all, I think that we should find out more about female hormone therapy, and maybe breast implant surgery."

"I agree with you Helen. I believe that there are 'private institutions' that would be worth researching as well, where submissive men can be trained to speak, walk and act in a more feminine manner."

"Good thinking, Jackie. Now, what else must we consider?"

"Well, the ultimate step, of course, will be full gender reassignment. It's surgery that will remove Pippa's male sexual organs, and will replace them with a near to perfect vagina. The clinics also offer plastic surgery, to make the jaw line more feminine, and to change the figure, making it look womanly; you know, giving Pippa that hour glass figure, maybe a 38C-24-36?"

I was enthralled by this twist of fate, it seemed almost definite that my future would be led as a woman. In fact, it was almost certain that my wife intended me to go all the way, surgically transformed from Philip to Pippa, permanently and without the possibility of reversal!

The women decided that we should celebrate together and, we headed out to a 'five star' restaurant; situated in the main high street, near to my office.

We were all dressed in a very businesslike manner and, we fit in perfectly as a group of high-powered people, meeting for a 'business' lunch.

I was given the task of approaching the headwaiter, and of booking our table for five. I felt nervous, not yet fully confident in my new role and gender.

The Maitre D' however, didn't bat an eyelid, as I spoke to him, asking for the five of us to be seated. He showed us to a window seat, right at the front of the restaurant, which looked out onto the busy street outside.

The meal was excellent, and I found myself relaxing into my role, as I consumed cocktail after cocktail.

Without realising it, my Mistress' had been getting me very tipsy, as they constantly plied me with a variety of pretty looking cocktails.

Although I was not drunk, to the point of falling over or being sick, I was definitely less able to think straight, or realise what I was doing.

I paid the bill, using the company credit card, and we rose to leave. I stumbled once, as I remembered that I was wearing my 3" heels, but was soon giggling my way back down the street toward the office.

As soon as we arrived, Mistress Tracy shuffled me through the reception area and into my big office. My other Mistress', Helen, Lisa and Jackie, followed me in, locking the door behind them.

Pippa's Story. Part 10.
The Game. New Recruits.

Unknown to me, Master Jerry had been waiting for us to return. Though he was seemingly alone, he had a big surprise in store for me.

He opened the door to my small side office and, he signalled for someone to join us.

I was completely speechless.

I watched, stunned and shocked, as a lesbian couple that I'd known many years ago appeared in front of my eyes.

Both women were named Tina. These were women that I had worked with during my visit to Central America. Both of them considered me to be arrogant and chauvinistic. Each of them, had long harboured the wish to humble and humiliate me.

I had once made the mistake of hiding a video camera in their bedroom, and had shown the resulting movie to a group of my 'macho' male friends. The ensuing 'Stag' night had been raucous, but the guys hadn't been careful enough to hide the fact that they'd seen the girls 'at it', and I'd been caught out as the villainous 'movie-maker'.

I'd managed to convince the girls not to press charges, and had avoided any criminal action or prison time, but the two 'Tina's' still hated my guts for the humiliation that I'd caused them.

My wife had contacted them, as soon as she'd realised how compliant I'd become, and had used my 'company' credit card to pay for them to come over for a little 'holiday'.

She had found out about my nasty trick, when one of my friends had drunk too much, during one of my 'Poker' nights at home; he'd blabbed all about it to Helen, laughing and grinning as he found it so funny.

Helen had found Tina's number in my old address book and, 'Voila!' here they stood before me.

Fully feminised as I was, my face turned a bright scarlet, as I blushed profusely. Mistress Helen, my loving wife and now dominant partner, turned to me and said:

"Pippa, you remember Tina and Tina, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress, I know them well."

"Good, I've invited them to stay with us for the next week. They will be here on holiday, staying with us in our home. Because of what you did to them when you were working together, I have decided to loan you to them for the duration of their stay. You will obey their every command, or you will suffer the consequences. I will punish you thoroughly if you displease them, in any way. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

Mistress Jackie attached a leather leash to the ring on my collar, and then handed it to Tina:

"Pippa is now yours to command. You may use her as you see fit. You can take her out in public if you wish, and you may do anything you wish to her, even with people watching. Presumably it will please you to be able to humiliate her, so as to get your own back on her for what she did to you. Please feel free to do so."

Mistress' Lisa and Tracy decided to add some comments of their own.

"It might be amusing for you to parade her around when you go to any 'Lesbian Only' venues." Lisa smiled.

"Yes, I'm sure she'd attract quite a few comments, if you were to spank her in public there." Tracy grinned broadly.

Mistress Tracy looked at both the Tina's faces and added, slyly.

"Lisa and I have been toying with the idea of taking Pippa to the local 'dogging' area. We thought that some of the guys, or even some of the couples there, might find her enticing enough to play with."

Mistress Lisa added a suggestion:

"I've been thinking about a way to make Pippa available to some of the local gay 'rough trade', with only herself ever being seen. We could even videotape it for later viewing."

"How do you propose we do that Lisa?" Helen asked.

"Well, you know the woods at the viewpoint near Greenford?"

"Yes…"

"It's a well known 'Cottaging' area for guys to meet."

"Yes, but how does that help?" Jerry asked.

"I was thinking of dressing Pippa in her most sluttish apparel, with a micro-mini skirt, but no panties, and leading her into one of the darker and less used pathways in the woods."

"You've got our attention…" Helen said, smiling knowingly.

"I was hoping that Jackie and Jerry would loan us a little of their equipment for a few hours…" Lisa continued, looking questioningly at the couple.

"Of course we will Lisa, anything you want to borrow is fine with us."

"Good," continued Lisa, "I'll need your hook and chain wrist cuffs, your ankle spreader bar with ankle cuffs, and the nipple clamps and connecting chain."

"I'm beginning to like the sound of this Lisa." Helen announced, obviously aroused by the idea.

"Great!" Lisa paused a moment, to think of anything she might have forgotten.

"Helen, if I'm not mistaken, Pippa's company has a P.R. department - and they have a digital video system that can be rigged to a Laptop, which in turn, can both record and transmit a live signal. That is so, isn't it?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, I've used it at some of our outdoor events." Helen replied.

"Tracy, you know how to set up a basic website, don't you? One that won't be traced back to the company?"

"Yes Lisa."

"Can you do it by tonight?"

"Yes, I think so, if it's just a Webcam transmission."

"Good, will you start on that straight away? The sooner it's up and running, the better."

"No problem." Tracy said, as she moved over to the PC and began working.

"Jackie, Jerry, would you go and fetch the items that asked for earlier. Bring them here as soon as possible." Lisa requested.

"Yes, of course," came the reply, as they made their way home to pick up the gear.

"Helen, you presumably have access to Pippa's office; could you fetch the laptop, video camera and accessories?"

"Straight away, Lisa."

Turning to the two new arrivals, Lisa spoke with calm assurance:

"Ladies, I must be able to distinguish between you, so if you don't mind, I'll call the shortest of you Tiny. Is that OK?"

The smaller of the two women answered Lisa:

"No problem, Lisa. It used to be my nickname at school, as a matter of fact, so I'm quite used to it."

"That's settled then." Lisa smiled happily.

The plan was well under way, and I still had no real idea of what Mistress Lisa had in store for me. All I knew was that something major, and quite complex, was going to be my fate later this evening.


Lisa, Tina and Tiny huddled together and whispered to each other for a long time. They remained out of earshot, but I could tell that they were finalising tonight's plan if action.

Mistress Lisa called everyone on their mobile phones, explaining where to meet up. It was decided that we'd all go to Jackie and Jerry's house, thus making it easier to change Pippa from business woman to full-on slut.

As soon as we arrived, I was sent to Mistress Jackie's room, and told to strip naked and remove my 'Office' make-up.

I did exactly as I'd been told, without even batting an eyelid; the fight in me was completely gone and, I now knew that I was totally submissive to the groups wishes.

Being naked and without make-up actually felt strange to me now, and I longed for my feminisation to begin. I didn't have long to wait!

Tiny and Tina entered the room, instructing me immediately that I was only to speak if spoken to. They told me that they were to be addressed only as 'Mistress', and that I was never to use their names.

Nodding my head in acquiescence, I lowered my head so as not to see their eyes. They both had grins on their faces from ear to ear.

"Before you dress, you will bend and touch your toes. We are going to spank your butt, a dozen strokes each. If you make a sound - any sound, you will get more strokes."

Embarrassed beyond belief, I immediately took up my pose, showing my naked arse to them, with my cock and balls hanging between my legs, shrivelled and small as it was.

The smacks began, Tiny being the first to tan my cheeks. I felt like howling, as she was laying them hard and fast, but I managed to stay silent for all twelve of the palm slaps that I received.

Tina decided that for her slaps, I should be wearing hold up stockings and 5" heels. I promptly put the garments on, and resumed my pose.

Unfortunately for me, the feel of the nylon on my legs began to excite me, and I was shocked to feel my dick beginning to stiffen.

Tiny noticed and giggling loudly, she told Tina what was happening between my legs. Tina laughed aloud and told me to stand straight, while she took some photos of me in this state.

"Something to show our friends back home," she tittered loudly.

The photos taken, I was told to resume my position, as the next dozen slaps were due!

Tina knew that it would be difficult for me to remain in place whilst I had on my 5" heels, and she deliberately told me to lean further forward.

"Remember, no sound and this time, if you move out of position, we'll start over and give you a fresh dozen. In fact, each time we have to start again, the strokes will get harder, as I'll use something harder to hit you with."

Tiny added quickly that she'd look around the room for any useful implements.
She quickly found some things and agreeing with Tina the order of things, I was told what to expect.

"If you lose your balance, we'll start with this belt, then this shoe, then this hairbrush and if necessary, we'll progress to this horse-whip that is hanging on the wall. So, you little cunt… you had better be careful!"

Tiny was waiting patiently for Tina to start and, she had her little digital camera out, ready to record the entire experience for posterity.

The spanking began; Tina was stronger than her partner, and each slap stung badly. On stroke nine, Tiny moved in closely and, as Tina slapped my right cheek, she pulled my half erect cock. It was only gentle, but it made me lose my concentration, and I tottered forward two steps!

"Well, what a shame, we'll have to start again, with the belt! I did warn you, 'Pippa'." The way she said my name made it sound dirty and whore-like.

The belt hurt more, but every time we got to the tenth stroke, Tiny pulled me off balance and we started the whole thing again. Each time the strokes were harder and hurt more!

By the time Tina got to the horse-whip, she decided that she'd had enough, her arm was tired, and anyway she wanted some pictures of Tiny giving me some punishment.

She handed the thin whippy implement to Tiny and stood ready to shoot some photos.

Tiny relished each stroke, positioning them not only on my flaming red cheeks, but also on my inner thighs, making me squeal as each stroke landed. Each noise I made started the count again, from 'One'.

By the time the women had finished with me, I had received a total of thirty-five strokes with the horse-whip, and an overall total of eighty-five strokes to my arse cheeks and inner thighs.

Happy with their revenge thus far, the women left the room. Immediately that they had left, my wife entered along with Mistress Jackie.

Within forty minutes, I was once again dressed in my feminine gear, made up and, wearing a wig and this time 6" stiletto heels.

My two Mistress' had decided to make me look like a drag queen this time around. Gone was the feminine and passable office look, this time I looked like a common street whore. A cheap, tarty slut, out for a good time and some kinky sex!

Gone also, were my panties!

I was shocked to see that, unless I stood perfectly straight, with my legs together, my bum cheeks could be seen!

The micro-mini skirt that I'd been made to wear barely covered my cock and balls!

From top to bottom, I wore a bright red shoulder length wig, my silicone falsies under a stretch boob tube and a waist reducing corset. From my waist down, I had on the shortest skirt imaginable, with no panties, some hold up lacy stockings, and 6" stiletto heeled court shoes.

My make up was loud and sluttish, with false lashes and scarlet lipstick which was guaranteed to stay on for twelve hours!

My collar and leash were put on as the final touch and, I was taken downstairs for the rest of the group to see.

I shuddered as I was told that we were going for a walk, but I allowed myself to be led outside, with Tiny holding my leash. It occurred to me that each of my Dommes was carrying something with them on this journey.

We headed for a quiet wooded area at the top of a nearby hill, by day it was a viewpoint with a large car park, but by night, it was used by a lot of people who enjoyed 'dogging'. It was also an area used by BI/gay guys for illicit meetings and sex.

My group headed into the woods until they found a narrow path, it was obviously used, but was off the main drag. We walked a fair way down it, until Mistress Lisa stopped us all.

"Here looks perfect. Jerry, can you get the hook into that branch? The second one up, just above the low one?"

"Yes, but the one that's waist high might not let you hang her straight, is that OK?"

"It's perfect, I want her arms up, but I want her bent over the lower one, so that her bum is slightly raised. Then I want the ankle spreader to hold her legs apart, spreading her bum cheeks and putting her almost on tip-toe."

"I see what you have in mind. No problem, it'll only take a few minutes."

Lisa turned to Tracy and told her to set up the equipment and the camera, hidden by a nearby bush. A bright light was set up on a tall pole, to look like it was a permanent fixture, but placed carefully, so as to light up the two branches that Jerry was working on.

Tiny placed a ball-gag in my mouth and hiked up my boob tube, she attached the nipple clamps and connecting chain to my falsies. I couldn't feel the clamps, but the effect looked great.

As Jerry finished, I was led to the tree. My wrists were placed into the leather cuffs and, the chain was hoisted over the branch until my arms were brought high above my head and my body was pushed over the lower branch.

As Mistress Lisa had thought, this pushed the branch into my waist bending me over it, and pushing my bum up and out, as the skirt rose to expose my rear end. My ankles were cuffed three feet apart, held there by the spreader bar, which forced my high heeled shoes to put me almost on tip-toe.

With the light from above, the camera was able to video me easily, and gave a good enough picture feed to broadcast a live Webcam, through the Internet, right around the world!

The final touch was laid at the base of the tree near my feet, it was a large white board that simply said: 'Please use me!'

The group then hid away in some shadowy bushes and, they waited!

It wasn't long before two guys walked down the path and saw me. At first, they just walked past me, probably thinking it was a set up, but about five minutes later, they came back and studied the scene. They read the board, looked at each other and shrugged. I was soon being felt up by four hands and, to my amazement, my dick got very hard.

"It looks like some kind soul has left us a plaything, Gary." The bigger of the two said to his pal.

"Yes, but I don't want to be had up for assault. Let's ask her if she's really willing."

"Should we take her gag out?"

"No she can just nod for yes, or shake her head for no."

"Okay my pretty, are you up for some fun or is this against your will?"

I couldn't believe it, but I began nodding furiously at them. I really wanted this to happen!

"Well, it looks like you enjoy a good spanking, so I'm gonna heat up your buns, while Gary here blows that hard throbbing rod of yours. He loves it when someone cums in his mouth, so I'll stop tanning your bum as soon as you've cum down his throat. Do you understand me?"

I nodded vigorously at the man, wondering how much more my arse cheeks could take. I couldn't see him as he stood behind me, but I felt Gary's soft warm mouth swallow my hard-on.

As soon as his lips surrounded my rampant cock, my bum felt the first stinging blow upon it. What I hadn't expected was that the big guy would use a sprig of birch twigs. Each stroke felt like hot iron on my rear end, and forced my hips forward, deeper into Gary's willing mouth!

The pleasure and the pain mixed into a wonderful cocktail, making me feel like I was in heaven, even as I was wincing with pain, and feeling my cheeks and inner thighs burning, like they were in hell.

Just before my enormous climax, I heard more voices approaching through the dark, and then I came, gushing my seed into Gary's mouth and throat!

The voices belonged to a small group of teenagers, two boys and four girls, all of who had been drinking and, all of who were well inebriated.

The groups arrival on the scene immediately scared Gary and his friend away, as they scampered off into the woods under cover of darkness.

It was one of the young women who first saw the unusual scene. A small cry escaped from her mouth, as she quickly pointed the tree out to the others.

The two guys were absolutely paralytic and showed no interest at all in the rare sight before them, continuing their swaying walk home. The girls however were stunned at the picture that I presented them and two of them were pointing at the board by my feet.

Emboldened by the alcohol that they'd consumed, they came closer, huddled together and giggling loudly. The eldest girl removed my gag and let it fall to the floor. She looked me in the eyes and asked:

"How did you end up like this then, mate?"

I told her that it was my wife's wish for me to be used by others and she said:

"Don't go anywhere!"

She grabbed the others and the group whispered to each other for a minute or two.

"You really don't care what we do to you then, mate?"

"No."

"Okay, then we'll play for a while."

"As you wish Miss." I replied.

"Miss, I like that."

Suddenly, one of them had taken out her make up bag, and as she rifled through it, she took out a kohl pencil.

The girls giggled again and once more formed a huddle.

"We've decided that this is too good an opportunity to pass over, so we're going to play 'Dares', with you as the main object. The dares will all have to be doing something to you. Any one of us who refuses a dare will have to remove two items of clothing…" More giggles.

"I'm not going anywhere ladies, so use me as you wish."

"Okay Samantha, you're the youngest so we get to dare you first."

The other three whispered to each other, then turned to Samantha and said:

"Your dare is to use this eyeliner and, to write in big letters on her bum - FUCK ME HERE, with an arrow pointing to her arsehole!"

Sam picked up the kohl pencil and did as she'd been dared!

My bum was now an open invitation to any passer by to stick their dicks in me!

"Well done Sammy, now the next one up in age - Jo, that's you… and we dare you to kiss her on the mouth, French her with your tongue for a whole minute!"

"NO, I can't, please something else!"

"Nope, you refused so, we want your jeans and your T-shirt! Strip them off now! Go on, and give them to Sam to keep till we're finished and the game is over!"

Jo nervously did as she was told, but flushed rosy cheeks as she blushed her embarrassment.

"Linda, it's your turn now - we dare you to get her cock hard, nothing more just get her erect; you can do it any way you want, hands, mouth, even a plant,, whatever you fancy, OK?"

"Yeah, OK. I have an idea!"

Linda searched the side of the path for a few seconds, then came at me from behind. Through my legs, she stroked my now flaccid member, and my scrotum, with a bunch of stinging nettles!

I yelped, as the nettles stung my organs. Surprisingly though, Linda stopped, and came round to the front of me. Grabbing a handful of dock leaves, she began to soothe the stinging by rubbing the leaves over my groin. I was soon growing hard again; she carried on rubbing the affected area, until my rod was rampant and throbbing, its head pushing out against the branch.

"There, satisfied?"

"Very well done Linda, I didn't think you'd go through with it. I'm impressed. I suppose that makes it my turn now!"

"It certainly does Angel. We dare you lick her dick for one minute!"

"Ooh, I couldn't, not after the stinging nettles. It might sting my mouth and my tongue!"

The three younger girls cheered, as they knew that Angel wore no underwear!

"You refused a dare! We want you skirt and your blouse. Give them to Sam. Do it! Do it!" They chanted together, drunkenly.

"But, but… you know that I'm not wearing a bra, or any knickers! I'll be naked except for my jacket and shoes! Please take something else, at least leave me my skirt! Please!" Pleaded Angel, but the younger girls were pleased to have got one up on the elder.

"No, you made the rules, strip, strip, strip them off, NOW!" They continued to chant.

Knowing that she really had no choice, especially as Jo had stripped of when told, Angel stripped off the items, quickly wrapping herself in her short bomber jacket! She looked really sexy like that, and my boner got even harder!

"Let's make one change to the rules," suggested Sam, the youngest, but probably most daring of the four, "if one of us refuses a dare, we still strip off two items. Only the same dare is passed on to the next one of us, until one of us does it, or we've all lost two items - fair?"

The others, not wanting to seem chicken in front of the youngest, each nodded their agreement to the change in the rules.

"It's your turn again Sam, and we dare you the same dare as Angel got then… just as you suggested."

The three older girls watched in amazement, as little innocent Samantha got to her knees by my rampant member and began licking my dick. Not satisfied with a single minute, she licked, nibbled and sucked on it like it was a lollipop - for a full five minutes!

"Jo's turn!" Sam eagerly said, once she'd finished. "I happen to know that you carry a pencil vibrator in your purse Jo, and I dare u to use it on her bum!"

Already having lost her top layer of clothing, Jo was loath to turn down another dare, but she was the shyest of the group. She got the vibrator out of her purse and handed it to Linda, refusing the dare.

Before the girls could say a word she silently removed her bra and panties, gave them to Sam and wrapped her cloak around her almost naked body. She was in the same state now as Angel, and neither of them could afford to turn down the next dare!

Linda was almost as daring as Sam, and she didn't hesitate. She moved in behind me and, switching the little vibe on to its fastest setting, she pushed it deeply up my arse, until none of it was showing. It was completely in me, past my ring, and its vibrations were keeping my cock at its hardest!

I was the plaything for four young, very young women, and I was randy as fuck, but completely unable to do a thing about it.

"Angel, it's your turn… do you still keep that menthol rub in your bag, the 'Vicks Heat Rub' that you use when you're on an 'E'?"

"Yes, I've got it, why?"

"I dare you to put a load of it on your middle finger, and stick it up her arse, with the vibe still in there."

Angel liked the idea and within a minute, she was pushing the cream up my back passage, forcing the small vibe deeper inside of me.

It felt as if someone had pushed a red hot poker into my bowels, and it just kept getting hotter, as she moved her finger around inside me. She fingered my arse for a good three or four minutes, until I was screaming for her to stop.

"Put that gag back in her mouth Sam, she'll attract trouble otherwise!"

As instructed, Sam gagged me again, but before she did, she gave me a big French kiss, while she tugged and stroked my cock, wanking me and keeping me hard.

"Since it's my turn again," Sam commented, "I'd like to add a little something to the rules - just to make it harder to opt out all the time. Is that OK?"

Linda and Sam exchanged a sly wink, as neither had removed any item of their clothing.

"What did you have in mind?" Angel asked nervously.

"Well, I think that the first one of us to lose every item that they are wearing, should swap places with our captive friend. They will be hung from the top branch by their wrists, completely naked, until the other three of us finish playing with our new 'girlfriend'. What do you say girls? It'll make things more interesting, by far!"

Once again, not wanting to be outdone by the youngest member of the team, the girls hesitantly agreed. Linda and Sam grinned at each other, confident that they would not be the first to lose.

"So, what's the next dare then?" Sam asked cockily.

Angel knew that the one thing that Sam was scared of, was sexual contact with another girl. The idea of lesbianism was repulsive to her. With this in mind, Angel said:

"Your dare is to turn our captive on, by eating my pussy - right in front of her face!"

Sam paled visibly at the suggestion and, without even saying no to Angel, she stripped of her jumper and skirt.

She was wearing a tiny thong but no bra, and her pert little tits had very erect nipples.

Jo paled visibly, as the dare was now passed on to her. She had two choices, eat Angel out here in public, or be the one to take Pippa's place, bound to the tree!

"Come on then Angel, lay down in front of her, side on so she gets a good view."

Angel loved being licked and eaten out by other girls, especially ones that hadn't done it before. This was even more exciting for her, as the only reason she was going to have Jo doing her, was that the alternative was just too grim to bear.

For a good five long minutes, I was treated to an erotic spectacle that many men only fantasise about. The effect that it had on my organ was incredible. I thought that my balls were going to explode through my cock-head!

Angel bucked wildly as Jo's tongue brought her to orgasm!

"Linda's turn," Sam called out to the others, "Let's think of something special, shall we?"

The three girls began whispering ideas, trying hard to make Linda turn down her dare - they all knew that she too wore nothing under her clothing. What's more, she was the only girl NOT to have a coat or cloak!

"We've decided Linda, and your dare is to wank her off until she cums all over your face!"

"No, please, I hate the feel of Jism! You bastards! I won't do it!"

"Well then, hand over your clothes to Sam!"

Reluctantly, she did just that, leaving her wearing nothing but her high heeled shoes! What a delicious sight indeed.

Things were hotting up by now, as three of the four girls couldn't turn down any more dares, for fear of ending up in my place!

"Sam, will you take the gag out again, I want to ask her name."

"Yes, Angel, of course I will."

With my gag removed, I told them that I had been renamed recently, and that I was now called Pippa. The girls questioned me a little and, I explained that since last weekend I had been dressed as a woman. I told them that my wife intended to keep me this way, and that I was even feminised at work.

I pleaded with the girls to remove the vibe, which was still jammed up my rear, but they just laughed.

"It'll make my dare easier to accomplish!" Angel exclaimed, as she knelt by my hard-on and began to pump me.

Having already pumped my load once, into Gary's mouth, only an hour earlier, it took Angel nearly twenty minutes to achieve her goal. It was very sexy, as I jetted my cream all over her face and hair.

Playing on Sam's dislike, Angel dared her once again:

"Sam, we dare you to lay in front of Pippa and do nothing. The only thing is, the three of us are going to oil your body, with my baby lotion. Then we'll kiss you all over for five minutes!"

"No, I won't - you know that I don't do girls!"

"Then that leaves us all with one dare to becoming the 'captive'! Hand over your undies!"

As Angel had noted, anyone refusing a dare now, would swap paces with me, chained up, manacled and with her legs forced apart. The difference though was that the girl taking my place would be completely naked!

"Jo, come on then, come and lie down for us!"

"I really have no choice, do I?"

She lay down on the grass, directly in my view, and the other three began to massage the baby lotion onto her front. Large handfuls of the creamy substance were rubbed all over her. Angel took advantage of the situation, by allowing her fingers to probe Jo's pretty pink 'lips'.

Linda and Sam began kissing Jo's body, mainly teasing her boobs and her erect nipples. Sam only did so with pouting lips and mouth closed, but Linda moved up Jo's neck. Without giving Jo time to react, Linda began French kissing her; her tongue probing deeply into the other girl's mouth.

Angel by this time, had moved her head in the other direction, and was licking Jo's pussy lips, while also sucking and nibbling on her clit.
Jo couldn't take it anymore, and her body shook as the convulsions of her orgasm took over.

"Linda, what can we do with you I wonder?"

"I know," blurted out Jo, the shy one of the group, "she has to put herself in between the lower branch and Pippa's dick, crouch down, and rub him to climax between her boobs!"

"Excellent call Jo," Angel giggled to her friend, knowing that Linda didn't like to get man juice on her skin, "that's your dare Linda! Do it!"

Knowing full well the alternative, Linda did as she'd been dared. It was hard work making me cum a third time, and it took her nearly half an hour!

Suddenly, my wife appeared next to Angel:

"Don't be frightened girls, I'm the one that left him there. I just thought it was time Pippa took this little blue pill. It's Viagra and, it'll give her a permanent erection for about four hours. Please, carry on, you look like you're having fun!"

With that, she made me swallow the pill and disappeared, as quickly as she'd come.

"That was your wife?" Jo asked, astounded.

"Yes, my wife and my Primary Mistress."

"Primary? You mean that you answer to more than one?" Angel enquired.

"Oh yes, I am currently serving six Mistress' and one Master."

"Could we join this group, and have access to you as a sex toy? Regularly I mean, become four more of your 'Mistress' owners?"

"It is not my place to say Miss Angel, but if you carry on playing this game, and using me as you have… Who knows?"

"How would I ask to join?"

"Miss Angel, I recommend that you carry the game on to the end. I'm sure my wife will return once you have finished with me. It is she who could give you the permission you seek."

"Great, this is fun! I believe it's my dare next; what's it to be girls?"

"We dare you to remove the cuffs from her wrists, lay her down and ride her dick for three minutes!"

"I accept, but help me get to the cuffs would you?"

All four girls lowered me to the floor, leaving the cuffs chained to the branch and, leaving my legs bound to the spreader bar. I could feel the Viagra taking effect, as my manhood grew rigid once again.

Angel stroked the tip of my erection, with a feather that she'd found on the woodland floor. The tickling sensation soon had me as hard as rock.

The Viagra seemed to have made my shaft thicker, purely with the amount of blood that was pumping through it. She rode me like a wildcat, until the dare's three minutes were up.

"Sam, I think that it's time we had someone in those chains, so either you 69 with me for ten full minutes, or up you go!"

Sam thought for awhile, then made her decision:

"You'd better chain me up then girls. I just can't face the idea of a pussy on my face!"

The three elder girls cheered, then carrying Sam to the tree, they hung her from the chains, much as I had been. The two main differences were, Sam was fully naked and, as she was shorter than me, she had to stand on the very tips of her toes!

"Take the vibrator out of Pippa's arse, please Linda. If you wouldn't mind Jo, clean it up with those antiseptic tissues you keep in your bag. Once it's clean, pass it to me please."

Linda did as she'd been asked, and I felt a flood of relief as my insides stopped shaking.

"It was Sam's idea that the loser replace Pippa, wasn't it? Well then, the vibe's going up your bum Sam," as she told Sam about her plans, she strapped the 'rubber ball-gag' into place, "that should stop any protests you may have. Here it goes, all the way in. Oh, I had better turn it on. It was on full, wasn't it Sam?"

Sam wriggled and struggled, but to no avail, as the buzzing object vanished inside her.

"Oh, and I think that your pussy needs warming up… in preparation, you know… Now, where did I put that Vicks rub?"

Sam tried to scream, shaking her head to say no, but she was now captive, and had become the other three's second sex-toy!

"This will be a little intense Sam, but I've tried it on myself and, it gets you really wet and horny." Angel put a large finger-full of the heat rub into Sam's little pussy, spending a good four or five minutes fingering her quim.

"Okay - Jo, Linda, you play with Pippa… Sam's mine!" An evil grin crossed all three girls faces.

Angel began stroking Sam's body, making her tingle with sexual emotion. Every now and then she'd slap her backside a few times, relishing her new found power.

As for me…

Jo positioned herself over my face, then sat firmly on my nose and my mouth:

"Lick it slut! Make me cum!"

Linda, remembering my wife saying that I'd be hard for four hours, began riding my dick like there was no tomorrow!

Unbeknown to any of us, we were being watched by thousands across the world, on the website that Tracy had set up.

The digital video camera was also recording the entire event, for future viewing. Of course, it was one more string to my wife's bow, virtually guaranteeing my future obedience, knowing that if the tape was connected to me, I'd be ruined!

I was well pinned down, with both girls on top of me, so Angel took the ankle cuffs off me.

"Sam, my little sex slave! I've got something for you to try on. I'm sure you'll look good in it. You know, I think I like you like this, submissive and obedient. If I can, I'm going to break you, as you would a horse. I can just picture you by my side, in a collar, on a leash, doing whatever I tell you to. It would be a gas in the clubs, or at raves! Just imagine the sex!"

While she was talking, Angel attached the ankle spreader bar to Sam's legs. With her legs splayed so widely, Sam's feet could barely touch the ground, and her lower body was pushed up and out. It was a very sexy sight!

"Now, I don't know if you can see or hear me," shouted Angel, into the surrounding woodland, "but if you can, I'd like to talk with you… 'Mrs Pippa'."

A few seconds later, Helen emerged from some bushes.

"Hello Angel, my name is Helen, and I'm Pippa's wife and Mistress. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I've always been pretty dominant and, to tell you the truth, tonight's been a lot of fun… I'd like the opportunity to do something similar more often. My friends could join in too if you'd allow them to, but even if it's only me… well, would you mind letting me become one of your husband's Mistress'?"

"That might be arranged, though you seem very young. How old are you all?"

"I'm eighteen, Linda is seventeen and a half, Jo just turned seventeen this week and young Sam here is sixteen today. We were out celebrating her birthday before we stumbled onto Pippa's scenario."

"Goodness me, and you seem so talented! Finish up here in about half an hour, then you can all come back to my place, and meet my friends. I think that I'd like you to join us, tonight's been very entertaining!"

"As my gift to you Helen, why don't you stay, and play with Sam awhile?"

"Why thank you Angel, I think I will!"

Mistress Helen walked back to her hiding place for a few moments, only to reappear holding two strap on dildos, a cat-o-nine tails and a butt plug.

Handing the butt plug and one of the strap-on's to Angel, she pointed to Pippa and said:

"If you're to become his Mistress, I'd like you to fuck him with this. Fuck him hard and deep, I like to hear him wail a bit. When you've finished, put the butt plug in him. OK?"

Angel was horny just at the thought of it, and agreed quickly to Helen's instructions.

Helen stripped to her underwear and strapped on the second dildo harness.

"I'm going to use this one on young Sam, to celebrate her birthday in style."

Sam's eyes widened in fear, as Mistress Helen approached her from behind.

"Hello Samantha. Happy birthday, sweet sixteen, a lovely age. Before I pleasure you with this, I think I should warm up your cheeks a little. It makes it so much more pleasurable as I fuck you!"

Holding the cat-o-nine tail firmly, Helen began to tan Sam's rear end. She was gentle, only heating up the area and, giving it a lovely rosy tint.

"I think that'll do Sam; now I recommend that you go with me on this, if you're too tense, you won't enjoy it as much. Relax, and enjoy it!"

Ever so gently, my wife pleasured her young captive, until at last, Sam began to push back onto the latex rod. Soon, the air was filled with moans of pleasure, as she neared her climax. When she finally came, she gushed loads of love juice over Helens pelvic area and legs.

"You see Sam, the love of two women is a wonderful thing, I'm pleased you enjoyed it."

Turning to face me, Helen smiled as she watched Angel roughly fucking me in the arse. Linda was sucking my dick and Jo was licking Linda's pink swollen pussy lips.

"Angel, do you mind if my other friends show themselves and join us?"

"Go ahead, the more the merrier!"

"Come on out, all of you, join in for the final bout!"

Moments later, the clearing was filled, as Tiny, Tina, Jackie and Jerry joined us. Tracy and Lisa stayed behind to monitor the Video equipment.

"I want you all to come and wish Sam a happy birthday!"

Soon, Sam's body was being stroked, kissed and licked, as she moaned with pleasure.

Finally, we packed everything away, dressed ourselves and prepared for the journey home. Sam was freed and Pippa was once again collared and leashed for our walk home.

As a treat, I handed Pippa's leash to Angel, who walked beside me at the front of the group, occasionally slapping Pippa's rear if she walked too slowly.

We decided that it would be a good ending to the evening, if we could embarrass Pippa. With this in mind, I chose to go home past the local night club, which would be closing about now. As we walked through the crowd of revellers, tumbling out of the clubs doors, I made Pippa raise the back of her skirt. This showed of her bum to anyone who walked by us.

There were a few cat-calls, and one guy grabbed her rear as he passed us by.

Half an hour later, we were home, and I invited everyone to stay the night.

The Viagra hadn't worn off yet, and Pippa was the centre of attention, as we all played with her swollen cock.

"Pippa," Angel said, "if it's okay with Helen, I'd like you to eat me out. I'm still feeling very horny, and I want you to make me cum with your tongue."

Helen nodded her consent, adding:

"Sam, as it's your birthday, why don't you wear a strap-on. You can fuck Pippa while she eats out your friend!"

Sam was happy to oblige, and the rest of us watched the erotic performance with glee. Tiny was taking lots of pictures of the scene too, happy to have more dirt on my husband for her friends back home!

While Pippa's tongue was busy on her lower-half, a nestled in closer to Angel and began to kiss her. We were soon making out as we stripped each other off. Angel came loudly, forcing Pippa's face into her crotch.

"Jerry, would you show the girls what a fine little cumslut Pippa has become?"

"My pleasure Helen."

"Pippa, go to Jerry and blow him till he cums! I want you to swallow it all, anything drips out of your mouth and there will be serious repercussions!"

Pippa immediately obeyed and, the new members of our little group looked on in awe.

When jerry came, it was with such force that Pippa couldn't get it all, dripping a few drops onto her skirt!

"I warned you Pippa," I said, grinning evilly, "now you must be punished!"

I went upstairs and brought down a sheer black baby-doll nightie.

"Leave your falsies on, and your make-up, wig and heels, but nothing else," I instructed, "Jerry, can you set up the chains on the tree in the back garden?"

"Of course, right away."

The tree in our garden was right by our garden gate, so it was unlikely that any of the neighbours would see me. The gate opened onto a secluded alleyway, which I knew was used by the gay community for illicit sexual meets. However, I wasn't worried as our fence was seven feet high, so even if a couple of guys did blow each other there, they'd be none the wiser of my predicament.

I changed into my skimpy nightwear, and was led out into the garden, where my arms were attached to a chain above my head. The chain was attached to a hook, high up in the branches. It was positioned so that only the balls of my feet touched the ground, so I was happy to still be wearing my 6" stilettos.

With my arms held up above my head, the baby-doll rose up my body, showing my bum and my cock and balls. I was pleased not to be like this in the presence of strangers, I thought!

Once I was manacled, my wife came out to see me, bringing both Tina's and Angel with her. Tiny said that I should be made to wear the ankle spreader again, and my wife allowed her to put it on my legs. Satisfied, Helen turned to go back in, but Angel had other ideas:

"What's behind the fence Helen?"

"Oh, just a little used alleyway, why?"

"Well, I think we should leave the gate open. Pippa's bound to be more embarrassed if she's seen like this."

"What a good idea, in fact, I'll leave it wide open, and leave the exterior garden lights on too!"

"Great, and look, that Viagra hasn't given up!"

The women laughed, as Mistress Helen opened the gate, and switched on the garden lights.

"Goodnight Pippa."

With that, they left me alone and returned to the warmth of the house.

I'd been outside for about twenty minutes, when I heard voices in the alleyway:

"Don't worry, it's really quiet down here… no one will see us."

"Okay then, pull down your trousers, I can't wait to suck that big dick of yours!"

I was going to be lucky, they hadn't walked up far enough to see me!

"Wait, look there, someone's forgotten to lock their gate… we'll be even less likely to be seen in there."

"Sounds good to me, let's go."

They saw me as soon as they reached the gate, hanging there with my dick fully erect and uncovered.

"Well, well, it looks like it's our lucky day Pete!"

"Sure does Stan, and he's even got a hard on waiting for us!"

"Toss a coin, heads gets his cock, tail gets his arse?"

"Okay."

"Shove your underpants in his mouth so he can't make any noise Pete."

Stripping of his trousers and pants, he shoved them deep into my mouth.

"His cock's yours Stan, I'm going to fuck him raw!"

Pete wanked his cock to hardness, and my eyes opened widely at the size of it. His cock was about 10" long and thick as a baby's arm!

Stan was already sucking me off by the time Stan had found an old crate to stand on. He was now at just the right height to fill my rear end.

He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my ring, for lubrication. The size of it was amazing and, I thought that I'd exploded as he pushed further and further into me.

He was rough and, it took me a while to loosen up for him, but he only lasted about five minutes before he filled me with his seed.

"Swap places, mate. It's your go!"

Ten minutes was all it took, and I'd had two guys fill me with jism!

"Don't go away," Pete laughed, "I'm going to fetch some friends for you!"

An hour passed and I began to think that they were joking, when once again I heard voices. This time, there were eight blokes!

It took an hour and a half for them all to fuck me, and I was amazed to note that I still had a hard-on.

My bum was raw by the end of it, and I had cum dripping down my legs out of my arsehole.

Before he left, the last guy picked up a long bendy stick, and he caned my arse mercilessly. Twenty five strokes, raising welts on my cheeks and my inner thighs.

It was ten AM before I was allowed down from the tree, and I was immediately told to go and wash, dress, and make up.

The outfit that they'd chosen was a French maid's outfit, with a short skirt and a frilly apron.

My wife made me tell everyone about the night's adventures, before saying:

"I think we'll do that once a week from now on, but next time I'll set up the Internet video feed!"

Angel turned to Helen and said:

"We're going to a party tonight. It'll be filled with girls our age - no boys allowed… can we take Pippa along?"
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