AUTHOR = Philip 'Pippa' Hudd
E-MAIL = philhudd@hotmail.com
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6. |
I heard my two Mistresses 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
p.s: 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 Mistresses 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 makeup, 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 negligee 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. They 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 Mistresses 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 Mistresses 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 Mistresses, 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 passerby 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 makeup 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.
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 punitive measure(s) 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, the Beautician hurried into the back room re-emerging moments later, two teenage looking girls in-tow. The eldest, 19 years old, was a punk, dressed in tattered jeans, a leather jacket, several piercings and multicoloured, spiky hair. The younger of the two, 18 by the look of her, wore the look of a Goth, creepy makeup 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 Mistresses 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 them 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!" piped up the youngest girl.
"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 from 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 crowd, 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 sisters 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 Mistresses 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 like 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!
THE END (not yet) go to Part 8
