As I stepped out of the taxi I had to ask myself if I really knew what I was doing. One heel clicked loudly as it landed on the curb, followed by another. I leaned back in to hand over the fare and closed the door behind me, pulling the long fur coat around me as the driver took off; he had been cautious about driving me to this part of town but a promise of a decent tip had persuaded him otherwise.
Now I stood alone at the side of the road, looking around the dilapidated industrial area; derelict houses, car repair yards, boarded up shopfronts and a row of brick arches beneath an overheard train track. I headed towards the arches, slowly at first as my heels splashed in puddles and across uneven roadtop, but quicker when I heard the jeers and catcalls of several young men I hadn't noticed far behind me. Their comments let me know that they'd just love to get their hands on a girl like me.
What sort of girl was I? The sort who answered a personal ad in the back of a TG magazine promising easy monthly money for dressing up and showing a little skin. The sort who dolled up and covered it all beneath a fake fur coat for her audition. The sort who, if she didn't hurry up and work out where she was going was likely to be gang-raped in the street and beaten to a pulp when her little secret was exposed.
I made it to the arch I was looking for and blew a kiss over my shoulder. I could hear loud music coming from inside, the brickwork pounding to the beat. Nobody lived nearby to complain and I imagined rent was cheap since trains passed overhead every few minutes, rumbling into town and out to the burbs. The bouncer let me in to the disappointed shouts from the gang outside.
"Members only miss" said the bouncer matter-of-factly. This was going to be my first test.
"Does this qualify?" I asked and pulled my fur coat open slowly to reveal the short black satin dress I had on underneath. I drew one hand along the length of a stocking and pulled the tight hemline up, past the lace band of the stocking top, along the thin strap of the garter and finally exposing the bulge of my cock, tucked away under black silk panties.
"Yes miss, that'll do it" he said and swept one hand out towards the recesses of the club beyond. "Can I take your coat?"
"I'd like to keep it thanks. Do you know where I can find Rudy?" I had adopted a soft, husky voice and fought hard to maintain eye contact when my mind was screaming to look away. Tonight was easilly the bravest and most adventurous I had ever been before in my time as a crossdresser and although my instincts were to flee, my situation goaded me onwards.
I had recently been demoted after a round of redundancies at my firm had culled a lot of the staff and those who remainded had to reapply for their jobs. I did get my old job back but it was now called something else and paid less. I'd barely been making ends meet beforehand, so now I was looking for anything I could do. Freelancing would burn me out, and I had no other marketable skills. I did however have my mother's figure; long svelte legs, an almond shaped face that was framed nicely in silk-smooth brunette hair, and a body kept toned and thin by middle-class hunger.
I stalked very slowly through the club in search of Rudy, heading deeper and deeper through the underground corridors, I spied into curtained off rooms; in one, three athletic women built like bodybuilders were arguing while a man dressed as a baby was cowering in an oversized babypen. I got the feeling they were arguing about whose turn it was to change his diapers. In another room a gaggle of shirtless guys and semi-naked girls danced under colored spotlights, sharing passionate kisses and thrusting bodies hard against each other in time to the music. In another a transexual mistress was whipping a man on a cross, her penis swinging in time to the lashes.
At the end of the hall, at the quietest part of the passageway, farthest from the door, deep, deep in the guts of the club, behind a black velvet curtain I found Rudy. He was lounging back in a couch in what I guessed was the chill-out room. Even reclined he looked like a beast of a man, over six feet tall with skin like sweet black coffee, bare chest showed through the open shirt he wore and I could only imagine what size cock he had inside those baggy trousers. Flanking him either side were two Indian guys, one lanky and puffing on a giant roll-up and the other shorter and stocky, running his hands over the exposed titties of a passed-out dancer girl who had collapsed next to him.
"Rudy?" I asked, looking the big black man in the eyes and trying to appear sultry.
"You must be Bella" I was using my mother's features so found it fitting to use her name. "Show us"
The sidekicks paused in their puffing and pawing respectively and looked me up and down. I pulled the coat apart for them and stood towering in my heels before the assembled audience. My figure-hugging little black satin dress and smooth dark stockinged legs did all the talking back necessary. One whistled, the other forgot about the naked unconscious girl beside him. Rudy gave a nod.
"You're a fine looking t-girl, Bella. But before I give you the keys to the kingdom I'm going to need to know your limits."
The groper was called Raj, and he worked with Rudy. His eyes were all over me as he took me by the hand, removed my fur coat and dropped it where he'd been sat. Without a word he took me back along the corridor to the dancefloor and to the thumping techno beat began to writhe against me.
His hands made their way across my ass, cupping and squeezing as they went, drawing me closer to him, our legs intertwined and I started to enjoy the dancing, forgetting myself and really being absorbed into the music. I could get to like this kind of after-hours job; it seemed more like unwinding than... Raj's hand was now between my legs while his other hand held me close. He whispered something I couldn't hear over the music and I tried to relax as he molested me in a crowd of dancers.
Unwilling to push him away I endured the tugging and squeezing, the slaps on my ass and pinching of my cock through the thin black silk of my panties. By the time he had had enough Raj knew every part of my body he could get his hands on and drew me over into a corner of the dancefloor to a more secluded spot. Sitting back onto a leather-covered bench he pulled me over him so that I was straddling him, my short skirt pulled up exposing my ass, giving him plenty to put his hands on.
I followed his lead, warmed up from the dancing and a little turned on by his incessant manipulations. One of my hands found his belt buckle and undid it, pulling the zipper down and reaching in for his cock. I had felt it hard against me as we danced and now it sprang out to fill my hand. His persistant fingers clawed at my ass, my back, dragged over my titties and up to my neck. Supporting myself against the wall behind him with one hand, my other hand began to stroke up and down in time to the music.
Raj's eyes were closed over and his hands were kneeding the flesh of my ass through the soft silken material. His lips whispered words of encouragement I couldn't hear and I continued to pump his hard meat with my hand as if it was my own. When he finally did open his eyes I held his lustful stare and worked at keeping an even pace, I wanted to see his reactions, read his responses, get it just right so that he would... an outburst in a language I didn't understand was the only warning I got before several powerful spurts of come shot up and out of his swollen cock. From my position straddling his lap I took the first splash on the bottom of my dress and across the front of my panties before I could direct the rest onto his shirt.
Sticky and wet I moved to get off him but instead his hands were around my throat again, pulling me down to his face. His lips and tongue were inches away from mine and he held me there within spitting distance before saying "We're going to get a lot of mileage out of you"
As Raj led me back along the corridor to the chill-out room we heard smacking sounds and cries of distress from one of the side rooms. I knew as Raj led me in that this was the one the female body builders had been fighting over the adult baby in. Sure enough when we parted the curtain there was the baby, draped across the lap of one of the women, rosy pink ass exposed as all three women took it in turns to spank it. The cries were muffled through a big plastic pacifier that popped out of the adult baby's mouth after a particularly savage salvo of slaps and I saw that instead of a rubber bubble the baby had been sucking on a rubber penis head.
"You vile little creature! Put that back in at once!" admonished the woman whose lap was being used.
"Terrible behavior, such disobedience!" said another.
"Ladies, ladies, we have a visitor."
All three looked up at me, standing slightly behind Raj who immediately stepped aside. I clasped my hands in front of me and bowed my head as two of them approached me.
"Such lovely skin" said one as her hands stroked over my cheeks, first one, then the other, "and her hair, she definitely takes care of it."
"Shapely legs" said the other, "but what's this?!"
My hands were wrenched away from the front of my minidress and the hem was pulled forwards, still damp with Raj's come.
"She's soiled her pretty dress!"
Strong hands grabbed and pinned me, undoing the zipper and button behind my neck and wrenching the black satin dress from me, exposing the three piece set of silk lingerie and stockings beneath. The dress was thrown across the chamber and landed in front of the adult baby who immediately gathered it up and began to sniff at the warm wet material as continuous slaps rang out; his spanking had not abated throughout my altercation.
Unable to break free I could only struggle meakly as I was man-handled towards the sitting mistress and brought down to my knees with the twist of my arm behind me. The sitting mistress looked me up and down, as did her adult baby from the corner of his eye. The baby was exactly what I would have expected; a fat man with body hair, wobbly belly glistening with sweat, a pink satin bonnet tied around his head, adult diaper around his ankles, his ass red and glowing.
"Girls with no self-control must be punished" said the sitting mistress without emotion, her eyes drilling the message home to me. "Cage."
The remaining mistress who wasn't keeping my arm painfully locked up between my shoulder blades reached between the legs of their captive baby. I saw the flash of a small silver key and heard a click from between his legs. Next there was a sign and a brief yelp as something was removed and brought towards me. A strange collection of metal and transparent plastic sat in her hands and she knelt beside me, reaching down into my silken panties.
All eyes on the room were on me as the powerful, athletic mistress began twisting and tugging at my cock and balls, all eyes except mine which were looking up at the ceiling as the mistress behind me had pulled my hair back painfully. I felt strange sensations of hard plastic being fitted around my cock, the attention was causing it to swell slightly although the fear of my situation tempered my arousal. There was a click and I was released.
My hands and eyes immediately went to inspect my crotch. Standing up and pulling down the thin black silk I discovered that I had been encaged within a chastity device. A solid ring went around the base of my cock and balls and through this three pins, one of them held secure by a padlock, joined a clear plastic cage that contains my swelling cock. Overcome by confusion I didn't realise how aroused I was becoming until the swelling of my cock met the unyielding plastic of the cage. My erection felt like a ball of searing pain as I crumbled to my knees again, clutching at my balls, trying to find some way to alleviate the pressure that seemed to be crushing my cock.
The women present laughed uproariously, I heard a faint sissy giggle from the adult baby and even Raj seemed to have a smirk on his face. I looked them all in the face with pleading eyes but was only met with contempt and derision.
"Sissy girls don't get to play with their toys if they can't keep them clean."
"But, but... I didn't!" I looked at Raj, still standing in the doorway, "He came all over me!"
"Telling tales as well?! We need to wash that lying little mouth out straight away!"
Like a professional wrestler taking down a spectator I was grabbed, held, twisted and felled in one almost perfectly smooth series of moves. Before I knew better I was pinned on the floor, flat on my back, my arms at my sides, between the muscled thighs of the biggest of the three mistresses. She sat atop me, towering over me, the weight of her body and strength of her lithe frame keeping me immobilised once more. I could only watch aghast as the adult baby was led on his hands and knees to squat over my face.
His dinky little penis, which must have had plenty of room within the chastity cage I now wore, dangled between his legs, drooping down pathetically. Facing away from the mistress sitting on me he presented his raw red, spanked ass to her and began to back towards her. She placed her hands on both warm cheeks and he stopped, his tiny shrivelled penis just inches from my face.
To the side another mistress held me by the hair firmly, to stop me turning my face away as the sissy baby lowered, inch by inch, towards my mouth. A tug on my hair caused me to open my lips and the tiny cock and balls slipped right in. He tasted of talc and sweat and man musk, his balls were completely shaven and it was obvious to me that he'd recently been changed and cleaned with wipes or suchlike. Without being told to I began to suckle on the man weenie and balls like they were hanging fruit.
It didn't occur to me that one mistress remained uninvolved in our little tryst until I felt her hands lifting my knees, seperating my legs and her fingers scratching at my exposed balls. The cage held my testicles away from my body, stretching the sack away and keeping them available for her to scratch and slap at.
Over my own sucking and moaning noises I could hear the man baby, gooing and gahing as he rocking himself ever so gradually back and forth. Who knew how long he'd been in that cage or when he'd last felt any attentions on his tiny pathetic little cock? I wondered if he was incapable of getting hard, either through abuse or hormones, as the cock in my mouth remained as tiny and flacid as it had been to begin with.
There was a pause between my legs and the light scratching stopped. I felt something thin and cold at my anus, pushing to get in. There was a moment's resistance followed by the familiar feeling of something entering me; I was no stranger to dildoes up my ass. This however felt different. There was the squeeze of a bulb followed by another four or five in quick succession and I felt my hole stretch and expand, pushing against the intruder. Then a very unfamiliar sensation, a growing warmth and swelling deep inside, difficult to pinpoint or describe.
The hand that had been savagely holding my head rigidly in place had now taken to stroking my brow, and the mistress leaned in and started to talk in a quiet, sulty, low voice.
"You're a very good girl, aren't you. Yes, you are. Allowing us to lock your pathetic little clitty into a chastity cage. Letting us milk our little sissy baby girl into your wet throat. Willingly taking a warm, soapy enema to clean you out for your next encounter."
I could only imagine the view Raj had of the whole situation; between my legs one mistress holding up an enema bag, gradually emptying it into my ass, another sat atop me, her fingers teasing deep within her sissy baby slave as he uselessly humped my face, the third mistress soothing and humiliating me with her words.
My own groans were muffled as the sissy baby cried out and gasped, his flaccid cock flopped from my lips and there were two tiny spurts of come that trickled across my cheek and into my hair on the floor below. He fell forwards, away from me and was partly dragged crawling away to the baby pen in the corner. The mistress on top of me peeled off a latex glove she had been using to penetrate him with and tossed it aside. Her hands came down to the silky cups of my bra and she pulled out the foam breast forms I had been using before focusing on stroking my nipples through the sheer, soft material.
"Maybe when you're done with Rudy you'd like to spend more time with us, being trained up on how to be a gorgeous little cry-baby fuck doll. Maybe when he's done with you you'll give up your life outside and exist solely in a little play room like this, dependant on your mothers for food and play and sleeping when we tell you to sleep."
The pressure in my lower half had reached a breaking point and I was wincing as the mistress straddling me seemed to be squeezing me in time to her words.
"Maybe you'll learn to be as obedient as little Sally Sissy Skirts there in the corner, who can't get erect unless commanded to, can't piss or eat or sleep or talk unless told to, and hasn't seen his wife in three weeks since she left him here with us. Pretty soon he'll be completely broken down and unable to function without the stern guiding influence of a strong-willed woman. Maybe you'd like to be our next project?"
I might have agreed to anything then and there to relieve the pressure in my bowels but I didn't have to as the bulb was quickly deflated and unable to contain the flow I gushed the contents of the enema into a large plastic basin that was being held under me. Expert hands cleaned me with wet wipes and doused me in a dash of baby powder and within minutes the mistress dismounted from me and I was helped upright, standing uncertainly, surrounded by the three mistresses. In the baby pen in the corner Sally slept soundly with my dress hugged in his arms.
"Here, you can have some of his in return."
I was helped out of my remaining underwear; garters undone, stockings stripped from my legs, bra unclasped and removed. Standing naked, save for a perspex cock cage which hid nothing yet contained everything. From a clothing rail against one wall I was given a pink underbust corset with white lace trim that was pulled tightly around my middle, clasped closed and laced from behind. As the lacing robbed me of my able to breathe, a pink satin and white lace choker was put around my neck, short pink satin gloves with lace trim around the wrists were pulled over my hands and I was helped to step into short white ankle socks with more lace trim.
When the corset was finally tied shut the mistress behind me gathered up my hair into two pigtails and tied them off with pink ribbons before kneeling in front of me and tying an identical ribbon around the clear plastic cock cage. I had never been fussed over like this before and the attentions had once again caused my cock to swell within the confines of the cage. I mewled with distress and all three mistresses stood around me, surrounding me, their tall, muscled bodies making my own weedy frame bedecked in lacy sissy finery all the more pathetic in appearance. Raj reached out, having watched the whole scene from the doorway, and took one of my pink gloved hands.
If Rudy had shown a sly, lusty appreciation of me when I had first appeared in his presence, this time he seemed bemused, but still interested in my appearance. I stood before him and his second lackey in their chill-out room as Raj whispered into his ears. Rudy's eyes went up a few times and there were more than a few nods as the tale of my ordeal so far was recounted.
On the way back along the corridor Raj had taken the opportunity to run his hands across my naked ass cheeks, across my exposed nipples, along the nape of my neck and down my stomach, stopping short of touching my pretty ribboned cock in its cage. My first impression of him as an opportunistic letch hadn't changed. Although the attention wasn't entirely unwelcome, it did leave me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
When Raj finally sat back down Rudy turned to his other lieutenant. All he had to do was nod and I was escorted back out of the room by a new participant; Jag.
Jag's eyes seemed to be slightly spaced out and a cloud of sweet, acrid smoke I recognised as pot swirled around him. We paused in the hallway and the sound of music from the far end reminded me that an entire club of ravers could at any time appear in the corridor and witness my sissy attire. I hurriedly accepted and swallowed the pill he offered me without asking what it was and stayed close behind him as he led me to a room I remembered seeing into earlier.
Loud cracking sounds and wails of misery drowned out the club's thumping beats as a chiselled adonis, naked and quivering on a wooden upright cross, was thrashed repeatedly by the stern transexual leather mistress I had espied earlier. I couldn't tell if this was the same man as earlier, however I couldn't imagine anyone taking this sort of punishment for this long without breaking down into a puddle of agony.
His back was criss-crossed with welts of raised pink and purple flesh, his ass was a tight glowing furnace of abused flesh and every other inch of his skin was taut, hairless and glistening with sweat. Everything about this man said that he was at the peak of physical fitness and a unique specimen; without even seeing his face I could feel a warm tingling sensation of unadulterated lust inside me. I wanted him.
By comparison his transexual leather mistress was a fully embodied woman, curves in all the right places from the swing of her hips to the bulges of her breasts as they shook with every swing of her whip. Her face was focused and intent on the punishment she was dishing out but still undeniably beautiful and the cock that hung from between her legs was more impressive than mine. Her full body corset went from her hips to her breasts and tall black leather boots and opera gloves covered her thin limbs. On her head she wore a leather peaked cap. I could feel myself becoming jealous of her body, her face, her cock. I wanted to be her.
With one final swing of the whip her slave crumpled and shuddered against the cross, his stretched arms preventing him from balling up on the floor in agony. The leather mistress stalked towards us menacingly in her stiletto boots, coiling the whip as she came. Her expression remained impassive in the face of my exposed caged cock and sissy ribbons and lace attire.
"Hello darling" she said to Jag "let my boy down will you? And give him a towel." Then she turned her attentions to me and placed her hand on my warn, trapped cock. "You can kneel and show me that you know your place."
I immediately went down to my knees and leaned forwards to kiss her boots. I had seen enough BDSM videos to know that any mistress is to be obeyed immediately or you face worse punishment. As I lavished kisses on her toes and feet she dropped the whip to one side and drew a long riding crop from the side of one boot. Kneeling, hunched over with my exposed ass in the air, she began to tap it with the folded leather tip of the crop, flicking the end against my flesh. The tap, tap, tap of the crop got louder as she hit harder and faster, building up the pae quickly and spreading her attentions across my entire ass. I must have yelped or made some sort of noise because the crop stopped and she stepped on top of one of my hands.
"You will be quiet" she said. I looked up at her from the floor and was overcome by a wave of vertigo, looking along the length of her legs, past her drooping fat cock, across the boning of her corset, past the mounds of her breasts and into her strict eyes. I felt light-headed and pliant, small and pathetic at her feet. She stepped off my hand and flicked the crop at my face, causing me to flinch away.
"Over the bench with you" she flicked the crop towards a wooden bench wth a padded leather top, leather manacles chained to each of the four legs. I was feeling woozy and a little scared by her so I didn't get up immediately, but when she pinched one ear and grabbed one of my pigtails I was struggling to keep up with her and gratefully bent over the bench to earn my release. She buckled the manacles to my wrists and ankles, covering the trim of the gloves and white sissy socks, then pulled on my pigtails like handle bars, drawing my head back.
"Open" she said and as I opened my mouth a red rubber ball gag was pulled between my jaws and secured by means of a strap around the back of my head. I tried to protest but all that came from my mouth was a feeble moan and a dribble of spit.
I could see from the corner of my eye that her perfect slave was recovering on a futon, his eyes watching me on the bench. Jag was already slouching on the same futon but his eyes seemed distant and unfocused, he had already rolled another joint. The slave's eyes burned into me though as I wanted him to want me, so I arched my back like a cat and rolled my hips around, presenting my ass to his leather mistress. Her hands responded by grasping my cheeks and kneeding at the flesh, prising them open and then slapping at them, causing my cheeks to wobble and flush.
"Eager little whore" she chided me, "we'll soon have you purring." With that she started hitting me with her open palms, clad in leather, first one side, then the other, working around each cheek, taking her time, occasionally adding a slap to the upper thigh which caused me to jerk and struggle against the bonds. As she worked me over I started to feel waves of warmth overcome me; like I was melting on the spot into her hands. Each series of slaps would cause my breathing to become shorter and shorter until I was unconsciously holding my breath, only to exhale when she paused to reposition.
Very quickly I was drifting into a relaxed state of mind, aware of each strike against me but somehow able to dull the pain and enjoy the sensations flowing through me. I wasn't crying out as I thought I would, instead I was groaning and swirling my hips back to meet her blows. Caught up in the experience I was really finding it enjoyable, my head swimming, my body tensing and relaxing, my whole consciousness focused on the pleasurable pain as it coursed through me. Only later would I realise that Jag's pill had likely kick-started the whole process, but pill or no pill, I was loving this and hungry for more.
"May I assist you mistress?" asked a voice like warm honey, and I opened my eyes to see her slave standing in front of me. His defined pectorals, his taut six pack and finally my eyes caught sight of his perfect, erect, glistening cock. I secretly hoped he was hard from watching me and liked what he'd been seen.
"Give her something to suck on while I pick out another toy."
His strong hands undid the buckle behind my head and I had enough time to stretch my jaw and swallow before he pushed firmly and persistently past my lips. I was gasping and gagging as only the first few inches went in and I knew I would never get the full length in as I had Sissy Sally's; there was just too much meat to swallow. He withdrew and thrust again from the hips, as if he was pounding into some willing wet cunt at waist height and I felt it bottom out against the back of my throat. I spluttered and tears welled up in my eyes but he held my head firmly and forced his way in. I fought my gag reflex down but another few seconds and I wouldn't have any choice. He quickly withdrew again, sensing my distress, or so I thought.
As soon as her slave's unyielding hard cock had slipped from my mouth there was a swish of air and the crack of a cane that left a single horizontal line across both of my ass cheeks. I felt like I had sat on a live wire and screamed out in agony. The corset cut my scream in half as it contained my ribs and her slave's cock forced its way into my throat again, now stretched by my screaming. It went deeper than before and my gag reflex was overpowered by the crippling sensation across my ass, but he withdrew again.
Another blow from the cane landed higher across my cheeks and elicited another powerful scream from me, my wailing cut short by another thrust of the meaty cock in front of me. There began to form a rhythm as the cock plunged down my throat, farther each time, and as soon as it was out again another brutal slash of the cane would land. After ten strokes his cock was bottoming out, all the way down my throat and I was nestling into his tidy bushy pubic hairs, smelling the adrenaline and sweat from his skin. At fifteen strokes he was no longer withdrawing all the way and my screams were muffled and muted. As twenty strokes he was no longer in time to the cane and was instead fucking my face with wild abandon, humping like a piston, raping my throat and taking his pleasure from me. His hands held firmly the ribbons and pigtails on my head, steering me like a motorcycle.
There were no more swishes of the cane, instead I felt nimble fingers running across the raised welts of the cane lines over my ass cheeks. Each touch was electrifying and when the leather mistress grabbed and wrenched my ass apart I cried out anew, even past the solid mouthful of thrusting cock. One of her hands held and twisted the cock cage and my testicles burned and pulsated, the other pushed a leathery finger into my asshole, before I felt several quick laps of her tongue. The next thing I felt was neither a finger or a tongue.
In my time as a cross-dresser I had experimented with dildoes up my ass, and even bought one bigger than my own cock to satisfy the fantasy of being taken by a larger man. I had dressed and gone dancing to fetish clubs, partaken in frottage on the dance floors and even given hand jobs and blow jobs in darkened corners of clubs. I had dressed for and visited one man who only wanted to watch me pleasure myself on his couch and afterwards had jerked himself off to orgasm. It was after that disappointment that I had sought out the next thrill and responded to Rudy's ad. I had never dreamed though that my first cock would be a leather-clad transexual goddess, smacked her gloved hands across my raw, striped flesh, as her slave, the very pinnacle of virile male, fucked my throat sore.
In the reflection of a mirror just in my eyeline I spotted Jag, still stoned on the couch, but tugging at his cock frenetically, eyes wide as he watched the domme and sub double-team me, spearing me on their cocks. I closed my eyes though and let the feeling of being penetrated by her cock glide into me, like she was adding the missing piece of a puzzle. I knew then that I wanted more, more of this, more debauchery, more cocks, more humiliation, more exhibitionism, more experiences that blew my body and mind. With my ass full of cock and my throat used as a hungry cunt I tried to meet each thrust in time, front and back, taking every slam, every thrust, straining against my bonds to try and get another inch of either cock.
There was a sigh from in front of me and the honey voice said "Mistress may I come?", I awoke from my reverie in time to hear the reply "Over her face" and opened my eyes to watch the twitching, glistening cock, slick with my saliva and tears shudder and spurt a copious burst of come that splashed across my forehead and left eye. I blinked just in time and opened the right eye in time to see another and another, jetting out cloudy liquid into my hair, sticking to my cheek and running down my face and lips. I moaned and lapped at the thick, bitter semen, sucked it into my mouth and savoring it on my tongue.
Behind me the leather domme had picked up her own pace and with a gasp and a final slap across my burning cheeks she pulled out and blasted her load all over my dangling balls and caged cock. Her fingers gripped my tortured ass tightly as she enjoyed the shudders of her own orgasm and coated my cock. From the futon I heard Jag suppress a groan and knew that he'd had his fun too; I was the only one in the room who hadn't and my balls throbbed to remind me of the fact.
They worked in unison, releasing my hands and feet from the manacles, the white sissy sock were filthy from the bare floors and the leather domme peeled them off me. My hair ribbons had come undone as her slave had yanked on them, my hair was plastered to my face with his come now. With a deft tug the lacing of the pink and white sissy corset was undone and I could breathe again, gasping in great gulps of air down a throat that burned from the abuse. Undone from the bench I could even stand up and her slave carried me over to the futon, Jag obligingly moved aside. The come down was expertly managed, with the right level of care and attention being lavished on me, and when I felt I could I thanked the mistress profusely for what she had done. She had opened my eyes and confirmed to me this was the lifestyle I wanted.
When I had finally recovered the use of my legs Jag helped me up and led me naked, except for the chastity cage, back to the chill-out room. On the way out of the room, I noticed that the mistress and her slave had curled up together on the futon and she idly toyed with his nipples as he ran his hands over her leather body.
This time it was Jag who told Rudy how I had done. I stood in front of him, tall and proud, although hoping he wouldn't notice that my legs were trembling still. I met Raj's eyes and saw how badly he wanted to reach over and touch me now that I'd been deflowered properly, his eyes looked drunk with lust. Rudy instead told Jag to take me to the dressing room.
Right next door to the chill-out room was a smaller, personal dressing room that I hadn't seen until now. Inside were rails of clothes with shoe boxes underneath, a dressing table, drawers of accessories and underwear and in the corner I saw a shower cubicle. I wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower to wash the come out of my hair and relax my aching muscles and I gave Jag a hug of pure joy when he told me Rudy wanted me washed and dressed in whatever I wanted from the room and back with him in twenty minutes. With that he left the room and closed the door.
I was alone now for the first time since I had entered the club, albeit now locked in chastity and expected to stay. I didn't even consider trying to escape or flee, I simply dived into the shower, scrubbing my used body hard, with the exception of my ass which I touched gingerly and let a cold spray wash over. I directed the shower head up inside me and washed the sticky come from the cage as best I could before reaching for a towel and shutting the water off.
I dried my hair as best I could without a hair drier and got stuck in to the clothing rails and shoe boxes. There was more choice here than I could take in and I knew I wouldn't be able to go through it all in time, I would have to settle for the first thing that took my fancy. It wasn't long until I discovered a short backless dress in stretch PVC that clung to my body like liquid. I decided to go braless to avoid the straps showing across my back and pantyless as the cage would have made it impossible to tuck my cock away. I did find a suspender belt and stockings though and rolled them on quickly and carefully before fixing the clasps to the lace tops. Tall buckle heels in my size and a thin black choker completed the look.
I sat down at the mirrored vanity table, looking for lipstick and blusher, mascara and eye-liner, only to find a hair drier and a can of hairspray as well. In minutes I had managed to dry and style my hair like Kelly LeBrock in Weird Science, big and airy and bimboesque. Thick dark eye makeup and redder than usual cheeks gave a more dramatic effect in the darkness of the club and I was feeling like giving Rudy a taste of the liberated woman inside me now.
There was a knock and the door opened. Jag stepped in, likely because if Raj had been sent I would have been pawed into submission again, and gave a nod and a smile as he led me from the dressing room to another new door I hadn't been through before. The door said "office" but as soon as it opened I knew this was Rudy's audition room proper.
Two walls were covered in full floor to ceiling mirrors, there was a dancer's pole on top of a foot-high base picked out with spotlights, and a canopied bed in the middle of the back wall. Rudy stood naked next to the bed, and it was my turn to look him up and down and whistle to myself. If the leather mistress's slave had been the embodiment of male perfection then Rudy was an evolutionary leap up the scale.
I walked quickly to the pole and wrapped one leg around it, arm raised up, I spun one complete revolution before coming to a stop on the platform.
"Bella, you're a very fine looking girl."
"You said that before" I replied.
"Nah, I said you were a fine t-girl before. Now I have no doubt that you could be a natural girl if you wanted. Is that what you want?"
I stepped down from the platform and walked towards him, running one finger over his naked chest and then curling it round and down like I was drawing a question mark towards his cock. I saw it twitch at my touch and I wrapped one hand around it.
"This is what I want. I want you to fuck me stupid and make me one of your whores. I want you to pimp me out to your customers and have them use and abuse me for money."
He had a confused look on his face for a moment. Then he gathered me in his strong arms, muscles rippling tight against me. I felt weak and fragile and incredibly girly next to him, he smelled of spice and sweat.
"Bella, you got me all wrong. I'm not a pimp and this isn't a brothel. I run a chauffeur business, Raj and Jag are my drivers. Sometimes people request a little special company and we need a t-girl for the occasional queerer customers. You're it if you want it baby."
My mind went reeling and I wondered if I was still under the effects of Jag's pill.
"What? What is this? What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"Well a second ago you were about to give yourself over to me completely to pimp your little sissy ass out on the street. I take it you're exactly the kind of girl we want."
Did I want this though? Random call-outs every once in a while where I could indulge in dresses and make-up and rough, anonymous sex. After tonight could I go back to being an office drone and drudge through daily life like some superhero with a secret identity?
"But I want you, I want you now."
"And I want you baby" his cock twitched against my leg on cue "but come morning I've got a wife to take care of so this isn't some permanent thing."
My hands were on his cock and I felt a certain determination to show him what he'd be missing. He moved me onto the bed and held his body over me with his thick, strong arms as I pumped my hands along his shaft.
"Let me show you what I can do then."
Fuck Rudy, I was going to take him up on his offer, but first I was going to spread my ass-pussy for him and guide that monster cock inside me, have him fuck me silly and tear my hole open because it was what I wanted. I was going to stagger home leaking his come and start making some arrangements of my own when I got home, post a few wanted ads, make a few enquiries. The old me had died down here in this underworld club and I was going to re-emerge from it a new woman, a predator who fucked for money, if that wasn't what Rudy wanted then fuck him, I could use him and make contacts with men who wanted willing t-girl ass on a regular basis.
As my devious mind went to work plotting my strategy I twisted and curled my body to fit his cock inside me as deep as I could. Rudy lost himself in the throes of fucking me good and hard and couldn't suspect what a dangerous creature he'd awoken in me.
written by Deedee Van Uber, feedback welcome; deedeevanuber@yahoo.co.uk