To celebrate my transformation and to increase the effect of my
feminization, Mistress Lynn decided a name change was in order.

"What's a good name for a useless, slut French Maid,"
she asked herself aloud. "I shall call you Dawn. I think
it's appropriate because you are at the dawn of a new way of life."

Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number of
loops. My mistress attached my wrist restraints to the strap.

This allowed me limited use of my hands.

"Just enough freedom for you to get this house clean,"
she explained. "Here's your list of cooking and cleaning
jobs. I'll inspect all the areas and if they're not satisfactory
your ass is mine, literally."

She showed me where all the cleaning things were and gave me a
simple menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to serve four or
five people.

Mistress Lynn had returned to the living room to watch TV. After
about an hour of steady work, I was summoned to the living room.

She had removed her boots and was relaxing.

"My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for
me," she said.

I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockinged
feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated
the process on the other foot.

"Now my calves," she commanded.

I slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh.

When I looked up, I found my self staring directly between her
outspread thighs. It was like being offered a glimpse of heaven.

My mistress caught me staring. She used her free foot to kick
me back onto the floor.

"Eat your heart out bitch," she laughed. "I may
give you a sniff of my pussy later. But first, you have to prove
yourself to me. Get your ass back to work"

I returned to my chores.

She, once again, called me back.

"Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold my ashtray
in one hand and my drink in the other. I'm tired of reaching to
the table," she ordered.

I complied immediately, not knowing the torture she had in store
for me.

While I was squatting and my hands were full, she would run one
of her nylon-covered legs under the skirt, up the inside of my
thighs and work her toes in my crotch.

I knew I couldn't take too much of that and keep my balance. She
would pause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink and
then begin the torture again.

"Don't spill anything or you'll be punished severely,"
she warned as a foot wormed itself inside in elastic leg bands
of the panties and rubbed my swollen, throbbing member.

I was helpless against her advances. The ankle restraints kept
me from spreading my feet so I could keep my knees together. So,
I was forced to spread my knees in order to keep my balance.

She had me where she wanted me under her total control.

Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-covered
ass, spilling her drink in the process.

"Clumsy bitch," she proclaimed. "You screwed up
and spilled my drink and soaked my carpet. It's only fitting that
you get screwed as your punishment. Your virgin cunt is mine now
slut!"

She commanded me to clean up my mess and return to the bedroom.

I cleaned up the spilled drink and hurried quickly to the bedroom.
Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy arrival.

She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her disconnect the
clips from each other, momentarily freeing my hands.

But not for long.

Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the corners of the
bed to the basic restraints. She repeated the same procedure with
my ankles. My mistress then stepped back to view her spread-eagled
slave.

"It's useless to fight your restraints. I'm going to remove
your gag soon so that I can hear your cries of pleasure when you
surrender your virginity. For your own good Dawn, be a good little
girl and do as your told," she said.

All I could do was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn then
knelt between my spread legs and smiled wickedly.

As I looked up at her, I could see my reflection in the ceiling
mirror. She, instead of me, was truly in the dominant position
and was about to do things to me that I only fantasized I would
do with another woman.

Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my skirt and petticoat
up my legs, exposing my crotch to her view. She spread the skirt
and petticoat back across my chest and then began running her
hands over my thighs.

Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties.

I had been brought to the peak of excitement so many times that
my panties were literally sopping wet with pre-cum fluid.

"The hotter you get a virgin the more receptive her cunt
becomes," whispered the domina. "You're one hot little
piece.

"It's time to remove your gag. Soon you'll be begging me
to rape your cunt and I want to hear every scream," Mistress
Lynn stated.

She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between my
teeth. I was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that I
should thank my mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking.
So I remained silent.

She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face, barely an
inch from my lips.

"Let's see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter your
hot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock," she commanded.

I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly in-and-out
of my pursed lips.

She remarked that I had a real blowjob lips and would probably
be the hit of any party.

"You've got the sucking part down real well. You need some
practice with your tongue. We'll work on that later," she
scolded.

The dildo was slowly removed from my mouth and I was surprised
at the popping sound it made as she pulled it from between my
lips.

The mistress then returned to her teasing. This time she ran the
cock along the inside of my legs and across my crotch.

My nerves were in a frenzy.

My cock/clit wanted to burst.

My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips.

The more I moaned the more she teased.

Suddenly, she stopped and climbed off the bed.

My body immediately began to arch against the restraints.

"Please don't stop," my brain screamed.

My reflexes echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands.

Chapter 2

The Deflowering


"Lift your cute little ass in the air," she commanded
as she stood menacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightly
apart.

I lifted my but up as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch to
her to with it as she willed.

This, I knew was my ultimate surrender.

It meant more than any words I could utter.

My mistress slid a pillow under my ass cheeks and remarked that
my clit was really swollen.

"You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn,"
she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress Lynn," I replied.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress, I would like to cum."

"Why?"

"Mistress Lynn, I'm so hot. My cock is about to explode."

"But, you don't have a cock," she scolded me. You must
be talking about your clitty"

"Yes mistress. My clitty is about to explode."

"Explode where?"

"In my underwear."

"Where?"

"Into the panties."

"Whose panties?"

"My panties."

"So!"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please mistress, let me cum."

"Say that Dawn's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum."

"Please mistress! Dawn's pussy is one fire and she wants
to cum."

"Who is Dawn?"

"Dawn is your slave."

"Who is Dawn?"

"I am Dawn, my mistress."

"What is Dawn?"

"Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn."

"Is Dawn my little panty slave?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants
... no needs ... to cum, please!"

My mistress's face took on a stern expression again.

I knew immediately I had done something wrong.

The smack across my face proved it.

"Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of no
concern to me? You are going to lose your cherry today because
it is my wish, not yours," she explained. "Now that
you have irritated me, I have decided that you will not cum. I
will still fuck your virgin hole until you scream for release.
I will tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I will not
allow you to cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side of
the bed and laid them out within her reach.

"White is for virgins. There's no need for virgin-white panties
to cover your quivering slut cunt," she said as she took
a pair of scissors and cut the panties at each side. She pulled
the panties out from under my ass checks and pressed them against
my mouth and nose.

"Smell and taste your juices, bitch." Suck those juices
from your panties crotch."

Of course, I obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. They
were soaked with pre-come fluid.

Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had straps attached
at each end.

"This is a spreader bar," she said. "This will
help keep you spread wide so that I have a clear, open shot at
your hole. It will keep your legs as far apart as I want for as
long as I want."

Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up one thigh.
She then freed the opposite ankle from its restraint and began
spreading my legs apart. I thought I would split before I was
spread far enough for her to attach the other end of the spreader
to my thigh. The bar forced my ass even higher, as I was rocked
further onto my back.

I also began to realize that I had only one hole that could be
penetrated.

Mistress Lynn was right -- it surely was my virgin hole.

She must have noticed my fear and concern because she began torturing
me with those magical hands of hers.

"Your clit is so swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still not
wet enough for me to ram my cock into. Let me give it some help,"
she offered.

She held up the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed the
top.

My mistress then spread a small amount of it onto her hands and
began spreading it between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormed
an oiled finger into my hole and began wriggling it around inside.

My muscles locked on that finger and a moan of pain and pleasure
escaped my lips.

She used her other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowly
bringing me rapidly to the brink of an orgasm.

Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau for what seemed to be forever.

She would stop her fondling at just the right instant or would
remove her finger whenever she noticed my ass start to sway or
try to press against her hand.

I lost control and began to plead with her, "Please mistress.
Don't stop. Let me cum!"

Instead she stopped completely.

She reached to the floor and strapped a harness around her waist.
She was facing away from me while she attached something to it.

When she turned around, the dildo that had spent so much time
in my mouth was attached to the harness.

I just knew that cock would split my virgin hole open.

"Do you really want to cum Dawn? How badly do you want to
cum?"

"Oh, mistress. Please let me cum. I'll do anything! Anything!"

She crawled back onto the bed. She moved between my spread thighs
until her knees touched the spreader bar. The cock was perched
barely inches from its target.

To my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest.

The cock now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lips
whenever she moved.

"Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?"

"Yes, Mistress Lynn."

"Yes, What?"

"Please let me have your cock."

"How would my little slut like to have it."

"Any way you desire, mistress."

"Would you like to lick it?"

"If would please you, my mistress."

"Maybe you would rather suck it?"

"Please mistress, let me suck it."

"Would you like me to screw your tight little hole?"

"Please fuck me with it. Please let me have your cock!

She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and across my
cheeks. I found myself reflexively licking my lips and pursing
them in anticipation. What a slut I was becoming!

Mistress Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips.

She totally controlled the action. She would sometimes pull out
and slip just the head between my lips, then suddenly forcing
its entire length back into my mouth.

"See, I told you that you would get better with practice.
You're becoming a real cock sucker," she giggled. "Let's
see how well you can do with your tongue."

Her cock retreated from my mouth and placed it barely between
my lips.

"Use your tongue, Dawn," she commanded.

I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and began to
lick the head of the shaft.

Mistress Lynn then slapped my face with her cock, forced it between
my lips, pulled it out, made me lick it and slapped me again.

"I can be a cock teaser too," my mistress said.

All of this excitement was bringing me closer and closer to an
orgasm.

She probed my hole again. This time she slipped in at least three
fingers.

I began crying for relief.

"Actually, Dawn, you're still not ready. Your tight little
hole still needs loosened some more before you can handle me."

The mistress used a small vibrator to warm me up.

"They call this the ultimate squirmy, Dawn. You'll just love
how it squirms and rotates in your pussy just like a real cock."

She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it into my hole.

I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was replaced
with moans of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and started
working it in and out, readying my hole for her ever-erect cock.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!" My moans gave me away.

She knew I was ready.

So did I.

My legs were high in the air.

The spreader bar offered my mistress unimpeded entry.

I watched her oil her cock and then rub more in and around my
hole. The time had arrived.

She shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me.
One of her hands slowly guided the instrument of my deflowering
to its awaiting sheath. The other hand covered my mouth.

I swallowed hard ... took a deep breath ... closed my eyes and
offered myself up to her, straining my ass up to meet her.

The blunt end of the dildo began to force its way past my tightly
clenched anal opening.

Her hand over my mouth forced the screams of my rape back down
my throat.

Ever so slowly, the dildo entered my hole.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I had to gasp for breath with every
movement she made. As my muscles began to relax, the pain began
to subside and waves of pleasure began to wash over me.

Once she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deep
in my hole, she stopped moving.

I could feel her groin pressed against mine.

She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me.

"Relax, Dammit," she yelled. Don't tense those pussy
muscles. Relax!"

She removed her hand from my mouth.

The hand now encircled my throbbing cock.

Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly withdrew.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!," I moaned absorbing the impact
of her strokes.

My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it again and
started to slowly rape my virgin hole.

As my insides stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, a
soothing warmth began to spread through my veins.

This wasn't too bad after all. The sensations continued to grow
from mildly stimulating to downright arousing.

My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her every thrust.

Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She withdrew the
cockhead and rested it against my rectum, poised and ready to
invade again at her will.

"Don't stop, mistress. Please fuck me. My cunt is burning
for you. Please shove your cock in and out of my pussy. Don't
stop, keep going," I implored her.

In response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo of
her thrusts.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?"

"Oh yes, soon, very soon my mistress!"

"Beg!"

"Please, mistress, please!"

"Beg!"

"Please fuck me, mistress. Please make me cum. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, my mistress, anything!"

"Would you like me to play with your swollen clitty?"
Her hand began to pump my dick.

"Oh, yes mistress, please! Please play with my clitty while
you fuck my hole!"

She stopped abruptly.

"What do you want me to fuck," she asked?

"My hole, Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole."

"You mean you want me to fuck your pussy."

"Yes, please! Please fuck me!"

"Fuck your what?"

"Please!"

"Fuck your what?"

"Pussy."

"Whose Pussy?"

"My pussy."

"That's much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!"

"Please! Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!"

"Is your pussy hot, Dawn?"

"Ohhh yessss!"

"How hot?"

"Very hot!"

"Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how hot you are. How badly
you want it," she commanded.

"Ohhh ... yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long and
hard. Your cock feels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding my
insides. Rape my cunt. Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress.
Please fuck my cunt!"

My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my member.
She slowly massaged it up and down, first gently, then with almost
reckless abandon.

"You really do want my cock buried deep in your pussy, don't
you, you slut! You love the feel of my cock!"

"Yes my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prick
deep into my cunt. It's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing
me apart with that cock of yours," I moaned.

Whipped into a frenzy, my ass arched to meet my mistress's every
thrust into my hole. Her hand manipulated me with every stroke.

She took me to heaven, then hell, and back to heaven.

"I'm burning up inside. You're setting my insides on fire.
I can't stand it."

The feeling of fullness in my hole was soon replaced by the feeling
of fullness in my member. The pressure built and built.

"Oh, my God. You're fucking me crazy. Fuck me. Fuck my burning
pussy goooood," I moaned louder and louder.

"That's it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut.
You're now going to cum harder than you ever have before. It will
be the most intense orgasm of your life. Above all remember your
promise that you'd do anything if I made you cum," my mistress
stated.

"I remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I'm going to explode."

My mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped my
member at the same time.

"I feel it coming! Don't stop. I'm so close. Oh, yes. Oh,
my God. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I need it soon
bad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh! I'm coming! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!"

The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense that I don't
remember screaming or moaning. I fainted from its intensity.

I awoke knowing that my life would never again be the same.


Chapter 3

The Awakening


I awoke alone in the bedroom. My restraints had been removed.
So had the French Maid outfit.

A note was taped to my chest.

After finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note.

"Welcome to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I'm sure your
cunt and clit are both very sore from our little workout.

I assure you it was nothing compared to what awaits you.

There are fresh clothes laid out for you in the dressing room.

Prepare yourself carefully after you take your scented bath and
remove all your hair. The only hair I want to see is the hair
on your head. Be sure that all your cunt hairs are gone. There's
nothing sexier than a smooth crotch.

After you've dressed, secure the restraints to your wrist and
ankles. I'll adjust them when I return.

Don't forget your promise to do "anything" if I would
let you cum. You will pay for what you promised in the heat of
your passion.

By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked so
peaceful sleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildo
and a vibrator crammed up your ass. I'm sure your "ex"
would get a real charge out of seeing them.

The door is padlocked. I have taken your clothes and car to a
friend's house.

We will be back about 9:30 p.m. You had better be dressed and
prepared to serve us.

Remember, our wish is your command.

Your mistress

Lynn"

I painfully rolled over to check the clock. Every muscle ached.
My hole felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into it. I groaned
with every movement. The light from the desk clock cast an eerie
glow in the room. I noticed that my slashed panties were balled-up
next to me on the bed.

The maid's outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door.

I ran my hands across my body. The corset was still cinched tightly.
It felt like a second skin now. Each movement on the bed caused
my stockinged legs to brush together, once again awakening feelings
of excitement.

The spreader bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed
-- a vivid reminder of my lost virginity.

It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes remained before my mistress
returned. I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water.
A bottle of scented liquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capful
into the tub and settled-in for a luxurious bath. A feeling of
total relaxation enveloped me. A razor and hair removal creme
caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? How would
I be able to face people?

The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased my
doubts. I began the task of making myself presentable for Mistress
Lynn. After toweling myself dry, I entered the dressing room.
My evening attire awaited. It consisted of a scarlet red corset,
falsies, black nylons, red pumps, red slip, red mini-dress and
the red panties I had purchased earlier. I handled each delicate
article carefully. After hooking the corset in place, I inserted
the falsies. Their texture against my nipple seemed to keep them
in a constant state of arousal.

Next came the stockings. I carefully smoothed them up each leg
and attached the garters. Stepping into the panties, I swooned
with pleasure as the material rested against my clean shaven crotch.

Dawn was, once again, taking over my personality. I began feeling
like a school girl getting ready for her first party.

The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I smoothed the
red satin mini-dress in place over my sexy lingerie. A black wig
of cascading curls topped my head.

I soon found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror.
My mirror image excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in my
panties and I felt myself getting wet down there again.

A little makeup would help, I thought. I experimented with Mistress
Lynn's assortment of makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipsticks.
I didn't do that bad of a job. A little on the slut side. But,
that's how I felt at the moment anyway.


Chapter 4

Mistress Lisa


The sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me back
to reality. After unlocking the padlock, three women entered the
room, my mistress, a beautiful tall blonde and another woman who
remained in the shadows of the dark hallway. I lowered my head
as Mistress Lynn approached me. She cupped my chin, raising my
face to meet her gaze.

"Not a bad job," she said. "That dress and your
makeup job could earn you a few bucks on any street corner. Something,
however, seems to be missing."

The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side and whispered
something in her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked toward
me and slapped my face. The sting brought tears to my eyes.

What had I done wrong?

"You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you embarrass me in front
of my friends. Can't you follow a simple order? Where are your
restraints?"

I could only whisper that I was sorry that I was so stupid. I
quickly fastened the restraints to my wrists and ankles.

"You're sorry all right. You're going to be even sorrier
later. Punishment will come soon enough. Tonight, our pleasure
comes first."

Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who wanted to inspect
her slave first.

"I do," said the blonde.

The third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move.

"Dawn, I want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I'm sure you remember
her from Victoria's Secret. She's the one who picked out your
panties for you. You will obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me to a
spot on the floor marked with a piece of tape.

"Stand over that spot and spread those legs, cunt."

I centered myself over the spot, my legs spread as far as possible
. The domina then attached my ankle restraints to two clamps on
the floor.

"Raise your arms over your head."

The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging from
the ceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched into
a jumping jack position. Once again, I found myself helplessly
spread-eagled. She reached into her bag and pulled out something
that resembled a riding crop.

"You'll become familiar with this little toy of mine from
one end to the other," she sneered. She traced the handle
along each cheek.

"Lynn tells me you're an excellent cock sucker. Well, I prefer
to have my pussy eaten. There's not too much difference. First,
let's see how well you can work your little slut mouth."

Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips. They
opened and began sucking the handle in.

"You're a natural deep throat artist, aren't you? Show me
how good you are with your tongue."

She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about two
inches from my lips and commanded me to start licking. My tongue
darted out. It snaked up, down and around the handle, caressing
it fondly. I repeated this flicking process over and over again.

"Not bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Does
cock sucking and pussy eating turn you on? Don't answer. I'll
find out for myself."

Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had ridden
high up my thighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath the
skirt.

"I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how they
fit so snug on you cute little tush. It's a shame I didn't get
to see you in the white ones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, 'white
is only for virgins.' And there's no virgin in this house. Is
there Dawn?"

Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop back
between my lips. With her free hand, she reached down and cupped
my crotch.

"Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that swollen
little clit keeps jumping in my hand. I bet you'd just love to
have me ram this handle into your hot, tight little hole."

She removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly against
my hole. The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keeping
the handle from invading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behind
me, she caressed my ass cheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist.
With one swift motion she pulled my panties down to my spread
knees. The crop swished through the air and then it found its
mark. I felt a sharp sting as it landed across my naked flesh.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked uncontrollably
as she whipped my ass with the riding crop.

"That's the pain. Next comes the humiliation."


Chapter 5

Stepping Out


She unfastened my imprisoned ankles and had me step into the red
heels and tightened the straps around my ankles. She placed a
bracelet around my ankle.

"This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet proudly,"
she said.

My wrist restraints were removed and she led me toward the door.
I balked, earning an immediate slap.

"Stand out on the porch and wait for me," she commanded
as she pushed me out the door.

The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged thighs.
My knees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for support.
The porch light came on. The three women inside waved to me from
a window. The moisture that had formed on my panties from my excitement
felt cold against my cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly from
the breeze.

I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door opened. Mistress
Lisa emerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a baseball cap. Her
long tresses were hidden under the cap, giving her a manly appearance.

"Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you're not the kind of
girl who doesn't put out on the first date," she whispered.
She took my hand and led me to her convertible. The top was down.
She opened the passenger door for me . As I slid onto the seat,
she fondled and pinched my ass.

"Nice buns."

It was hard keeping the skirt pulled down. The seats were vinyl.
My butt slid every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotch
to the summer breeze. The mistress pulled out of the driveway
and headed toward the interstate on-ramp.

"Slide over here. Don't be shy," she intoned.

I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled my
skirt down in a vain attempt to cover myself.

"It's a little late for modesty, Dawn," she said. Her
hand reached between my clenched thighs and roughly forced them
apart. Expert fingers began massaging their way to my crotch.

"Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up. I want these
horny truckers to be able to see your sweet little panties when
they pass us. Put you heels up on the dashboard and recline your
seat a little. If you don't do it, I'll drop you off right here,"
she warned.

I complied as fast as she could bark out each order. My facial
color had to match the red of my panties. I was embarrassed at
being displayed so openly for everyone's view.

"Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and play
with your clit."

As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, I
heard an air horn blast and a trucker shout, "Hey bitch,
how about letting me put my meat there in place of your hand."

I wanted to die.

Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation.

"I want you to play with yourself with one hand and rub my
crotch with the other. I brought you on this ride so you could
please me, not yourself ."

I moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise,
I felt a bulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be a
man? How can she possibly have a hardon? I continued to rub.

"Open my pants. Pull down the zipper. You've given me a hardon
with all that rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob.
Now," she commanded. "Put some of that lipstick on my
dipstick."

After unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something straining
to escape. A rubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directly
at me.

"Suck me off, cunt."

"Yes, mistress."

I pulled my legs down off the dash and knelt on the front seat.
My head lowered into her lap and began sucking and licking the
dildo that had become a large part of my life lately. My mistress
laughed as drivers honked and waved as they spotted my head bobbing
up and down on the cock.

"Disconnect the cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suck
my pussy lips. Lick my clit until I cum," she breathed heavily.

The dildo was easy to remove from its harness. I laid it on the
seat and returned to the object of my attention.

"Ummmm, that feels so good," she moaned.

She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury my
face in her pleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filled
my nostrils. I was so wrapped up in pleasing her that I could
no longer hear the horns or yells. I teased her clit with the
tip of my tongue. The erect little nub pulsed hotly against my
tongue tip.

"That's it. A little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot.
You're getting better."

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides of
my head as I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.
I thought my tongue would come loose at its roots as it continued
to dive into the depths of her seething cunt. Suddenly, her ass
lifted high of the seat and her pussy continued to grind hard
against my lips and tongue. Her thighs literally locked themselves
to my head.

She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained.
Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat.

"Oh God, that felt so good!"

My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally released
my head from their vise grip.

"Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all."

I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more control
than I had. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans and
help her straighten up. After gaining her composure, she reached
in to the glove box and pulled out a jar of Vaseline.

"Take this and lubricate the dildo really well. You might
want to grease your love hole too. You see, For your reward, I'm
going to let you home with that cock buried in your tight little
twat."

I spared no grease, remembering how hard it was to initially take
in the rubber cock, especially the massive head of it. Lifting
my ass of the seat, I wormed a greased finger into my hole. The
muscles tensed around it and I imagined the discomfort awaiting
me.