Several delighted in tugging on my tail, while one woman put whipped cream
on my breasts and enjoyed herself licking them clean and sucking my erect
nipples. In about an hour I was detached from my bonds and told to go to my
room, that they were through with me for the evening.

Before retiring, Mistress Jennifer helped me to remove her "toys" she had
put in and on me, kissed me hard on the lips and told me to go. Once in my
room, I slipped on a pair of pink lace panties and a short, pink, see-thru
nightie and went to bed for some much needed sleep.

Next morning, I bathed, powdered, put on my makeup and did my hair, teasing
it a little. I put on my red satin half-cup bra, red garter belt and black
stockings and was again tightly laced into my red satin corset. I pulled on
my red satin thong panties and lastly my cute little black satin maid's
uniform and black 5" pumps. I went down stairs to the kitchen and prepared
breakfast for Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer and stood by as they ate
and had their coffee. They told me that afterwards they were going shopping
and I was to go with them and that I should go get ready.

I returned to my room and removed my uniform, bra and panties. I lubricated
and inserted my plastic gaff. I then pulled on a pink cire and spandex top,
which fit very snugly and showed my feminine figure quit well, particularly
my breasts as they strained against the fabric. I then slipped into a
short, pink full skirt and a white petticoat followed by a baby blue 3"
wide leather belt. The skirt and petticoat fit about 4 inches above my
knees, only slightly below the tops of my stockings. I was anxious to wear
this little outfit, it looked very sexy. The pullover top was low cut and
had long sleeves with ruffles at the wrists. I then put on my gold slave
bracelets, large gold hoop earrings and my wide gold choker necklace, which
Mistress Dominique requires me to wear in public. Finally, I put on my
light blue leather 5" spike heeled knee-hi lace up boots. Having to wear
nothing but hi-heels over the months, I had become quite an expert at
walking in these marvelous shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was
very pleased.

The pink with baby blue accents looked pretty and innocently seductive. I
felt sexy, especially since I wore no bra or panties, only my gaff, under
my skirt and it would not take much for someone to look up my skirt and the
thought of that was exciting. Even if I were to bend over a wee too much
someone in front could get an eyeful of my breasts and someone behind me
would certainly get an eyeful of my rear-end. Before leaving my room, I put
on some hot pink lipstick and gloss and applied pink pearl polish to my now
long fingernails. I felt wonderful. Mistress Dominique looked marvelous in
her tight brown leather dress and 5" boots while Mistress Jennifer was
wearing a white satin blouse and a knee length, red leather skirt with
matching belt and red 5" pumps.

We arrived at the mall and went to the specialty shop where Mistress
Dominique had taken me before. Going up the escalator, I was too aware that
people watching us from below and I knew they were looking up my short
skirt since I was behind Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer. I would step up
to the next step on the escalator and could feel the butt plug move inside
me and I was excited and loved every minute of it. I knew I had something
they wanted but could not have, that is, unless my Mistress agreed to let
them have me.

We arrived at the shop and I was allowed to look around while Mistresses
Dominique and Jennifer talked with the proprietor, about what, I did not
know. There were all sorts of lingerie and clothing on display in the front
part of the store but the very special items were in a back room away from
public view. These were the items I wanted to see. There were specially
designed bras from satin to leather and latex along with specialty panties,
garter belts shoes and boots with spike heels. They also had many beautiful
skirts, blouses and dresses made of satin, leather, rubber, many with
breast and or butt cutouts. Many were sequined or were gold or silver
lame'. I found many I wanted to try on. There were also several corset
designs and colors. These especially excited me, as I adore wearing my
corsets.

Shortly Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer came out of the proprietor's
office with the woman who runs the shop. Mistress Dominique informed me
that I was to be fitted for a complete bridal trousseau from lingerie to
wedding gown. I was surprised since she did not tell me why.

I was taken to a fitting room and told to remove my clothing, everything,
except my gaff, which I did. I stood there naked and waited while the three
women discussed what was to be done. They first handed me a white satin and
lace garter belt and a pair of sheer white stocking and told me to put them
on. Next came matching thong panties. I felt better having at least some
clothing on even though it was just lingerie. I was bare breasted since
they said my dress did not require a bra. Then the woman, her name was
Deirdre, brought out a beautiful pair of white patent, thigh high lace up
boots with 5" spike heels and I was laced into them. The boots were very
sexy but would be hidden under my gown. Next came a gorgeous full length
white wedding gown.

It had a lace covered satin bodice and was backless to just below my waist,
enough to cover my garter belt. The top of the bodice had underwire
cutouts, which fit under each breast, and the top was a very sheer see thru
with a hint of thin lace. The sheer top began just under my breasts
covering them and it fastened behind my neck with a two-inch satin collar
with tiny pearls sewn on. Although it covered my bare breasts, it left
nothing to the imagination; it was almost like wearing nothing at all over
my breasts. The satin outer skirt covered yards and yards of taffeta and
organza making a very full flowing skirt. Then came white nylon and spandex
shoulder length gloves followed by a thin lace veil, which covered my face
and flowed over my shoulders and down my bare back. My jewelry was nothing
more than pretty cascading pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. They had me
stand in front of a full-length mirror for a final fitting check. They were
very pleased at what they saw and so were I. It was probably the most
feminine and sexy gown I had ever seen and I was wearing it. Mistress
Dominique then told me I was to be wed in this gown as she had planned a
private wedding for her slave-girl in her home but did not tell me to whom
I was to wed.

The gown was removed along with my garter belt, boots and stockings. Again,
I was naked. I was told to wait as the rest of my trousseau was being
brought to the fitting room. Deirdre brought in several pieces of lingerie
all of which I had to try on, as all had to be approved by my Mistress. The
first piece was a black heavily boned satin 13" corset fitted with six
garters. I slipped on my black stockings and a pair of 4" satin bedroom
slippers and was then tightly laced into this marvelous new corset pulling
my waist to 24" and they attached my stockings to my garters.

My panties were a black see thru string bikini with a very sheer back and
my bra was a black satin and lace half-cup bra which gave much uplift to my
ample breasts. Both bra and panties were breakaway design, which would come
off easily if pulled. Nice if someone is in a playful mood or a punishing
mood since the garments would not be torn or damaged if ripped off. The
last piece of this outfit was an extremely sheer full length black negligee
with long sleeves and was fastened only at the neck by a satin ribbon. The
feeling of the negligee falling over my breasts was luxurious.

My next outfit for the boudoir was a red nylon and lace baby doll with a
short lace jacket and thong bikini panty. The final outfit I was to try on
was a red satin with black trim bustier with attached garters and little
red string bikini panties. I adored this sexy little bustier.

Mistress Dominique said she would take them all but there was one more
piece of street attire she wanted me to try on. It was a shiny blue vinyl,
short sleeve, tight fitting sheath mini-dress that had a front zipper from
neck to below the waistline. Accessories were shoulder length satin gloves
and black nylon stockings held up by the six garters on my new corset. The
dress was cut to about three inches above my knees and it matched my blue
boots perfectly. It felt incredible wearing this shiny vinyl attire; I felt
terribly sexy and quit horny.

I wanted to wear it out of the store but Mistress said I would have to
wait. I put my own clothes back on as Mistress Dominique completed her
business with Deirdre and we left the shop. All the clothing was to be
delivered the next day. As we walked away from the shop, Mistress Jennifer
said I would make a lovely bride. She looked at me with a mischievous grin,
put her hand on my lower back and patted me on my bare ass after she
slipped her hand underneath my short skirt. I don't know if we were seen
but I'm sure someone must have seen her but it excited me. I still had no
idea what exactly was going to happen other than I was to be a bride; to
whom or what I did not know!

We arrived home and I was told to take the parcels into the house, while
Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer went into the den telling me to prepare
coffee for them after I put away the parcels we brought with us. My two
mistresses chatted quietly, I was not privy to what they were saying but
they would glance at me occasionally. I began to get a little
apprehensive. Mistress Dominique told me to go to my room and remove my
pullover, skirt and boots but leave everything else on, which I did at
once. I sat at my dressing table and freshened my makeup and waited there
with only my corset, stockings and bra with my gaff still inside me.

Shortly, they came into my room and told me to stand. Mistress Jennifer
placed a chain around my waist and fastened it in back. They then put my
wrist and ankle cuffs on me and gave me the 8" platform heels and told me
to strap them on.

I do love these shoes but they are a little strenuous to walk in at first
but I had worn them before and was a little familiar with them. Afterwards,
they attached a three-foot chain to my ankle cuffs and attached a longer
chain to the middle of it and brought it up behind my back and looped it
over my waist chain then between my legs and latched it to the front of my
waist chain. She took another small chain and attached it to the middle of
the chain binding my wrists then latched it also to the front of my waist
chain where she locked them with a small padlock.

I could walk but I had to take small steps and I had limited arm
movement. They then placed my 3" leather collar around my neck and locked
it in place. Mistress Dominique said I needed additional training since I
was to become not only a bride but also a subservient slave bride. She then
put my little satin maid's apron around my waist and told me to start my
housework and if she needed me she would call me. I went about my cleaning
and dusting although with difficulty being so severely bound and wearing 8"
heel platform shoes; I suppose that is why they forced me wear
them. Finishing that, I had to prepare their dinner, which I served to them
promptly at 7 PM.

Mistress Dominique and Jennifer had been in the basement most of the
afternoon working on something. I had a feeling that I was to find out what
after dinner. When they finished their meal they did, in fact, take me to
the basement playroom and showed me the new "rocking horse" they had
completed. This was no child's rocking horse but built for an adult with
one thing different about it. It had a moveable 6" leather pens shaped
dildo in the middle of the leather saddle which could be easily moved from
front to back to accommodate a man or a woman. It was clear why they wanted
me to see it. I was going to be the one to test it and I must admit it
looked quite fascinating. They removed my leg and waist chains and my gaff,
which had been in me all day. They then smeared the dildo with K-Y jelly
and I was told to mount the saddle and stand in the stirrups. I was then
told to sit down slowly and as I did I could feel the cool dildo slip
between my cheeks. I maneuvered myself around a little until it found my
hole and I slowly lowered myself all the way onto the saddle with entire
device inside me. They then placed a wide leather belt around my waist to
which was attached four leather straps which they attached to rings on the
saddle, two in front of me and two in back and pulled them tightly, holding
me securely in place on the saddle. It felt exquisite, the smooth leather
saddle between my legs and the phallus inside me. Suddenly, Mistress
Dominique flipped a switch and the horse started moving in an up-down, back
and forth movement, although not violently. I could feel the phallus moving
around inside me as my whole body jerked frontward and backwards and from
side to side.

It was quite a ride and one I won't forget. When they finally let me get
off, they had me clean the phallus and re-lubricate it and move it slightly
forward, as they wanted to try it also. It was delightfully fun. Both rode
the "horse" until they climaxed. I was pleased they let me enjoy the
experience with them. My Mistress is not a "cruel" mistress but she is firm
and very dominating and she does not beat me and she enjoys watching me
endure the sexual punishments she frequently inflicts on me and I do love
her. She did permit me to have a drink with her and Mistress Jennifer later
that evening and I was allowed to retire to my bedroom afterwards.

I slipped into my long pink nightgown and went to bed, I was so tired and I
did not know what the next day would bring. I slept little that night.

I was awakened early the next morning and was told that today was to be my
wedding day and that I should bathe, shave my legs and the rest would be
done for me. When I finished my luxurious bath I entered my bedroom and
there were Mistresses Dominique, Jennifer and Deirdre waiting for me. I
stood in the center of the room while they powdered me and sprayed my
chest, breasts, stomach, public mound, wrists, and behind my knees with the
most provocative fragrance one could imagine, it was marvelous!

They sat me down at my dressing table and expertly applied my makeup and
nail polish and fixed my hair into the cutest little shag cut
style. Deirdre then placed a garter belt around my waist and fastened it in
back, after which I pulled on my sheer white stockings and attached them to
the garter belt. I was then laced into my new, white patent thigh high 5"
heel lace-up boots. Boots seemed strange under a wedding dress, but then
this was a bizarre wedding, about which I knew nothing.

With my legs spread apart, they inserted my gaff to conceal my cock. As
they leisurely inserted my gaff I reached up and cradled my precious
breasts with each hand, massaged them and watched my nipples grow hard and
could not help undulating my hips slightly. Mistress Dominique slapped me
hard on the ass and told me to be still which I did, but with a giggle. She
got two small gold hoop earrings and inserted them into my pierced
nipples. She said they would look very enticing under the see-thru top of
my wedding gown. They assisted me into my elegant gown and pulled it up to
just underneath my breasts, pulling the sheer top over my breasts and
buttoned the collar behind my neck. Pulling the bodice tight, Deirdre
buttoned the three small buttons in the back just above my rear end. They
placed my dangle pearl earrings on my ears and fitted my bridal veil over
my head. I slid on my long white gloves and was handed a small bridal
bouquet and was taken downstairs to await the ceremony. I still had not
been told whom I was to wed, but I had to do whatever Mistress wanted me to
do; I was, after all, her slave.

I was put in the den alone to wait for what was to come. Mistress Jennifer
came to me when the music started and adjusted my veil over my
face. "Rachael, my darling little handmaiden, your are absolutely
beautiful, you make a very lovely bride," she said. She then escorted me
from the den, down the hall to just outside the living room. I was anxious
and my knees were wobbly. The wedding march began and I entered the living
room to have Mistress Dominique, dressed in a black satin tuxedo, take my
arm and escort me down the isle between the rows of chairs which had been
set up for the ceremony. I held my bridal bouquet in front of me at waist
level as we walked slowly down the isle. There must have been 20 or 30
people in attendance, some of whom I had seen before, but many were
strangers to me. I could hear comments as to "how beautiful she looks." I
smiled and began to feel much better. My breasts were covered not only by
the sheer top of my dress but also my veil and not easily seen but they
felt magnificent moving under the very sheer nylon.

As we approached the altar where a man stood dressed as a minister, I
looked slightly to the right and saw a most handsome young man. He was
slender, about 22 years old and about six feet tall. He had a dark tan with
brownish blond hair and deep blue eyes. Was he to be my master, even for a
short time? The minister asked who was giving this woman in matrimony,
Mistress Dominique answered, "I do", and stood away from me. Then, to my
delight, the young man stepped forward and stood next to me, looked at me
and smiled and I smiled blushing as he took my hand.

The minister began, "Do you, Jonathan, take this lowly she-male, Rachael,
to do with as you please, to debase and humiliate her, to command and
dominate, to enslave her with whatever devices you require to preserve her
strict obedience and subservience to you, her lord and master?"

Jonathan replied, "I do."

The minister continued, "Do you, Rachael, she male slave and maidservant,
vow to subjugate yourself, your entire body and being to your slave-master,
Jonathan, to perform, without question, all that is demanded of you as an
insignificant slave girl?"

With my head lowered and somewhat embarrassed, I replied, "I do." I had not
anticipated vows such as that.

After the "I do's" the minister said, "you may kiss your slave-bride." The
young man, whose name I only learned during the wedding ritual, Jonathan,
lifted my veil and revealed my stunning breasts with the little gold hoops
in my nipples and the smile on his face was like nothing I had ever
seen. He was in absolute awe at what he saw, my big; beautiful breasts,
there for all to see. My nipples with their little golden hoops could now
be easily seen thru my gown. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me
toward him holding me tightly and kissing me on the lips pushing his tongue
deep into my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hard under his
trousers. He whispered to me that I was very beautiful and that my perfume
was making him very eager!

Did he know about me, had he been told?

We hurriedly walked down the isle back to the den when Mistress Dominique
told me that we would definitely be going on a short honeymoon but that
there was a reception first. We all enjoyed the reception, meeting several
new people, most of which, male and female alike could not keep their eyes
off me as I mingled through the crowd. I was still in my wedding gown. I
asked Mistress Dominique if it would be all right for me to change clothes
before we departed, I wanted to wear my corset. She agreed. We went to my
room and removed my gown. Mistress Dominique had Man firmly lace me into my
13" red satin corset and I put on my red satin with black lace trim half
cup bra. She gave me a cute little white mini skirt and matching sheer silk
blouse. This little outfit was perfect with my gorgeous white patent boots,
I loved it!

I put on my large gold hoop earrings, a gold bracelet and my choker
necklace. I was allowed to remove my gaff and put on a pair of white
stretch satin and lace thong panties. I quickly brushed my hair, freshened
my makeup and joined my new husband downstairs. We then left on our short
trip to our hotel and the honeymoon suite.

We arrived at our hotel and immediately went to our room. Once inside,
Jonathan slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me hard and long,
pushing his tongue into my mouth and mine into his. He dropped his hands
down to my rear-end and pulled me upwards, pressing my breasts against his
powerful chest, holding me tightly.

I was trembling with excitement and desire; I needed his cock inside me.

I gently pushed him away and began undulating my hips and massaging my
breasts with both hands, slowly and deliberately moistening my lips, my
eyes never leaving his. I slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my
blouse and let my hands fall to my side. Jonathan reached up and unbuttoned
the remaining buttons and eased my blouse over my shoulders, letting it
drop to the floor. I seductively caressed my breasts, watching his
eyes. Seeing the bulge under his pants growing larger, I reached around my
back, unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor.

I stepped out of my skirt and stood there with legs apart moving my hips
and my hands from my breasts deliberately down my tummy to my crotch. With
my left hand I began rubbing my crotch while pinching my right nipple with
my right.

He was obviously pleased at the sight of this lovely young woman in her
spiked heel boots, satin corset and very seductive bra and
panties. Jonathan quickly stripped off his clothes; his cock was big, about
eight inches and thick. He stepped behind me, slipped his hand under the
elastic band of my panties and slowly pulled then down to the floor and I
stepped out of them. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me backward
to him. He unsnapped my bra and it too fell to the floor. He began to
fondle my tender breasts, pinching my nipples sending a delightfully
arousing pain thru me. I could feel his long, hot cock between my
cheeks. Wanting him so much I began to undulate my hips feeling his
throbbing cock. I reached down with one hand behind me and held his cock,
squeezing it and stroking it with my fingernails. He began to moan with
ecstasy. I turned and kneeled in front of him holding his cock and began to
lick and kiss it, taking the head in my mouth. I sucked it and slowly
inched it further and further into my throat until I was able to take the
entire length of his gorgeous cock. I gurgled and moaned and he started to
pump me harder and harder until, with a loud groan he came in me and I
swallowed all his hot, spicy juices. As he withdrew, I licked and sucked
the pulsing head clean, looking up at him with a smile. Breathing heavily,
he said no one had ever done anything like that to him before. I knew then
I had someone I might train to indulge my own sexual desires but that was
not to be as I remembered my wedding vows.

I stood, holding his still hard cock in my hand, I led him to the king size
bed which was fitted with satin sheets and pillows. Sitting on the edge of
the bed I reached into my tote bag and pulled out my wrist and ankle cuffs
and four small chains. I told him to affix the cuffs to my wrists and
ankles and attach the chains to them. As I lay face down on the bed, I
slipped one of the pillows under my hips and told him to affix the chains
to each of the brass bedposts and pull them tightly putting me into a wide
spread eagle position. After securing me to the bed, he knew what to do. He
lubricated his cock with K-Y jelly and climbed onto the bed between my
legs. His hands stroked my legs and he licked my boots from bottom to top
until he reached my thighs, which he kissed and licked slowly, sending
shivers throughout my body. My breasts were aching. He kissed me on my rear
and slowly licked and kissed from the small of my back working his way to
my neck and shoulders. I wanted him in me terribly. I could move nothing
but my hips and I cried to him, "Oh please, Jonathan, take me now, fuck me,
Jonathan, please." But, he sat astride the small of my back and massaged me
with oil. I was aching so bad my cock felt like it was going to
explode. When he finished, he pulled the pillow under my hips further back
raising them more and giving his slippery manhood access to my eagerly
awaiting hole. He lay atop me and with one hand found my hole and slowly
worked the head of his pens into me. The initial entry into me was painful
but he took his time getting it into my cavity.

Once I was open wide enough he pushed his cock into me deeper and deeper
until I took it all and he began to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster
and faster until I could not stand the pain. He exploded and I could feel
his hot cum shooting inside me. He withdrew and went into the bathroom to
clean himself, leaving me spread eagle on the bed. I wanted to cum but I
could not, my whole body was throbbing. He returned and unlocked the chains
from the bedposts and then buckled a ball gag in my mouth. He rolled me
over on my back with the pillow still under my hips. He secured my arms to
the bedposts and then pulled my legs up to where my knees were nearly at my
shoulders and secured them to the same bedpost as my arms. My legs were
spread far apart allowing full access to my throbbing hole. This is a most
torturous position but there was nothing I could do but accept what was to
come. Jonathan was ready to have me again as he climbed onto the bed. He
took the tube of K-Y jelly and inserted the tip of it in my hole and
squirted a large dose of it in me, it felt cold as it slid in. Then he
lubricated himself again and mounted me, his weight causing even more pain
to my already stretched buttocks and thighs.

I felt as though I would split in two. With one hand he guided his big,
slippery cock into my hole and, with a surge, he rammed his cock into me
with all his might. I screamed with pain but my screams went no further
than the gag he had strapped on me. He kept fucking me with long, hard
strokes; the pain was almost unendurable. My eyes pleaded with him to
stop. He finally stopped after emptying himself into me a second time. He
withdrew from me and unshackled my legs but instead of letting me rest, he
pulled the chains taut and attached them high on the bedposts at the foot
of the bed.

He went to his suitcase and pulled out an electric pens shaped dildo about
8 inches long and about 2" in diameter, lubricated it and inserted it deep
into my hole and with a strap attached to the base slipped a belt around my
waist and secured the strap to it, holding the dildo securely in me.

He plugged it into the wall and saying, "you'll love this my darling
Rachael, tonight you will truly learn what it means to be a tortured slave
girl." He turned it on sending powerful vibrations thru my body and there
was nothing I could do or say about it. To my horror and disbelief, he
dressed and left the room saying he would be back, but did not say when or
where he was going. He was not the inexperienced young man I thought I had
"married" that morning.

I tried moving as much as the chains would allow but could only move my
hips, there was no way I could free myself from this device. With a loud
moan I came all over myself and onto the bed and I could feel my juices
flowing down between my thighs. I would strain against my bonds but the
thing kept up its merciless vibrations and I would ejaculate again and
again. My juices were on my stomach and thighs and the odor of my own cum
was sensual. Finally, I was utterly drained but still being mercilessly
driven the vibrator.

It must have been at least an hour before Jonathan came back to our
room. He turned off the vibrator, unbuckled the belt and removed it from
me. My body was spent. My arm and leg restraints were removed along with
the ball gag and he told me to take a shower and freshen up with new makeup
and perfume, which I did. When I finished, he made me put on my new red
brocade corset which he laced to its smallest. Then my black stretch satin
thong panties, garter belt with black stockings along with my red 6" ankle
strap strappy sandals. Then, he placed my ankle and wrists cuffs back on
me. He said we were going to have company and I told him I would like to
put on a skirt and blouse.

"Never mind, Rachael" he said "what you have on plus your black negligee
will be quite sufficient. Also, it will be necessary for you to wear your
two inch leather collar," which he placed around my neck, buckled and
locked it. He then took the four small chains and attached each to my
wrists and ankles and the remaining ends to the D rings on my collar. "My
god," I thought, "after what I have been through tonight, what else does he
have in store for me, what more will my poor body endure?" At first we made
love as newlyweds, but then he raped and hurt me, I did not know what was
coming, I was trembling and very frightened. I became ashamed at the way I
was attired; knowing people whom I did not know or that Mistress Dominique
had approved was coming to our suite possibly to do bizarre things to me. I
had no choice but to obey Jonathan. I was so afraid of him now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonathan opened it and four young college
age men entered the room. I was standing in the middle of the room with my
head slightly bowed and my hands clasped in front of me. Jonathan brought
the four young men to me, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face.

"This is my bitch she-male slave wife, boys, what do you think of her?" he
said.

They all looked at me grinning and began to reach out for me, stroking and
fondling me. One put his hands inside my negligee kneading my breasts,
pinching my nipples while another, at my back, was feeling my small waist
and squeezing me. Jonathan told them all to disrobe and they did and they
were all slim and muscular and their cocks were enormous. I was trembling
with fear and tears came to my eyes. Why was Jonathan doing this to me?

Jonathan walked over to me and said, "Kneel, bitch," slapping me, knocking
me to my knees. "Now you will suck off all my friends or you will regret
it." The first boy walked up to my face, his cock throbbing. The others
were behind me, holding my shoulders and my hair. "Take him, damn you,
bitch," yelled Jonathan. I reached up and grasped the boy's cock and pulled
him to my mouth and ringed his head with my tongue, he moaned. I then took
the head into my mouth, sucking it as it went deeper into my throat until I
had taken all of it. The boy behind me, holding my head, held it firmly and
told the other boy to "give it to her now." The boy began to work his long
cock in and out of my mouth, fucking me. All I could do was gurgle and gag
and take it. He came in my throat and I had to swallow his cum. He withdrew
from me and the next boy did the same thing as the first. I was very weak,
but the other boys held me and kept me from falling, exhausted, to the
floor.

Jonathan and one of the others lifted me by my arms and carried me to the
bed. I was too weak to walk, especially in 6" heels; I was very shaky and
too exhausted to protest.

They took me to the foot of the bed and stood me in front of the brass
railing. Jonathan took the chains binding my hands to my collar and jerked
them forward over the bed and pulling them tightly, bending me over the
railing, secured them to the bedposts at the head of the bed. He then
secured the chains on my ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed,
pulling my legs apart giving all of them access to my hole.

He told one of the boys to go ahead and do it to me as he flipped the tube
of K-Y jelly to him. The boy lubricated himself and pushed his slippery
cock between my cheeks pushing it, trying to get it into me. Another of the
boys jumped on the bed and lay under my hanging breasts. He reached up and
pulled on them, pinching my nipples, sending sharp pain through me. The
first boy finally was able to enter me and was fucking me hard while the
other was biting and sucking my nipples. Oh, how I wished they would
stop. Mistress Dominique never let activities go this long.

"Please, Jonathan, please stop doing this to me; please let me rest," I
groaned.

"Shut your sleazy mouth, whore," he screamed, "I will shut you up now."

He jumped on the bed and took leather, pens shaped gag about 4 inches long
and shoved it into my mouth pulling the leather straps behind my neck and
buckling it tightly.

The final boy came to the side of the bed and snickered,

"Have you ever seen anything like this, whore?" His cock was the longest
and biggest I had ever seen it must have been at least 10 inches long and
very thick and it was still limp. I wanted to faint, I could not take this
monster inside me, and it would tear me apart. Trembling, I shook my head
back and forth looking at him with dread and screaming "No" under my gag,
but it would do me no good. These bastards had no mercy. He held his cock
in front of me stroking it. His blood rushed into his gigantic cock and it
got harder and longer; it must have grown to at least 14 inches and over 4
inches in diameter. The others laughed loudly as he picked up the tube of
K-Y jelly and proceeding to coat his gigantic cock with it. I was quivering
with absolute horror and tears were streaming down my face. He walked
behind me and held his cock to my ass pushing it slowly between my cheeks
moving it up and down, teasing me. He found me and pressed the head of his
cock slightly into my orifice. Pain shot through me as he slowly pushed it
further and further inside me; it was unbearable. I felt as he was going to
tear me apart. I could not cry out and I could not move as he pushed his
enormous cock further and further into my ass until he had forced the
entire length of it in me. He began to fuck me. He would pull it almost out
and shove it back in me, faster and harder until with a loud cry, he shot
his load into me and I felt as though he was going to fill me with his cum.

Finally, they freed me from my bonds and took me to the bed where they said
I could sleep but they attached my hands to the railings at the head of the
bed and feet to the railings at the foot of the bed. The chains were not
tight and I could lie on my side if I desired but I could not leave the
bed. They all left with Jonathan, probably going to the hotel bar for
drinks and laugh about what they had done to Jonathan's she-male bride. I
was able to sleep but early the next morning Jonathan returned to the
room. He unlocked my chains and told me to bathe and get ready to go out. I
took a long hot bath, how refreshing it was. Afterwards, I brushed my hair,
put on my makeup and went into the bedroom. Jonathan had laid out the
clothing I was to wear. It was my baby blue stretch vinyl sheath and
matching blue leather 5" heel boots. He had even put out the lingerie I was
to wear. My 13" satin corset, which he tightly laced me into, black satin
garter belt, black nylon stockings and my gaff, which he quickly inserted
into me. "You will not wear bra or panties today, Rachael," he said,
laughing, "you won't need them." I got dressed and zipped the front zipper
almost to my neck but Jonathan reached up and pulled the zipper down midway
between my breasts. With my corset pushing my breasts upward and the tight
fitting dress pushing them in from the side there was ample cleavage. "I
want people to see you, Rachael, do not touch your zipper," he said. I
finished putting on my hoop earrings and slave bracelets, but before we
left the room, "One more thing," he said, "you have to wear this, and
placed the 2" white patent leather collar around my neck and locked it.

"Oh Please, Jonathan, why must I wear my collar in public, it's humiliating
and embarrassing," I complained.

"That's the idea, bitch, you are mine to humiliate and do with as I
please," he laughed, "and you will do as I say. If I want you to go out
wearing only your collar, you will do so or you will be severely punished."

He took me by the hand and led me to the elevator and down into the
lobby. As we walked into the restaurant, everyone turned to stare at me and
wondering why this extraordinarily dressed young woman was wearing such
exotic and bizarre attire. My breasts were straining against the tight
fitting vinyl dress and everyone could easily see them. I could hear people
whispering about me. I kept my head slightly bowed as much as my collar
would allow and kept my eyes lowered and did not look at anyone, I was so
humiliated. My face felt flush and I know it was red with
embarrassment. Jonathan ordered coffee for both of us telling me we must
hurry. He even asked the waiter if he liked what he saw, telling him to
help himself as he eyed my bulging breasts as they swelled with my every
breath. I wanted so much to go home, to see my Mistress again. The waiter
reached over and whispered something to Jonathan and Jonathan looked at me,
nodded and smiled.

"You are right, my friend, she should do very well," he said.

"We'll see. I must tell you, however, that 'she' is a 'she-male' not a
woman, at least a one hundred percent woman."

The waiter's eyes opened wide with astonishment, that this voluptuous woman
was part man, part woman, "That should be even better, sir," he
quipped. Jonathan laughed and told him we would return later in the evening
and meet him in the lounge.

Jonathan took me back to our room, which had been cleaned by the hotel
maid. "Very good, "he said, "you will remain here the rest of the day." He
took a long chain, about 15 feet long, and locked it to one of the bedposts
and locked the other end to the back of my collar, insurance against my
leaving the room. The long chain allowed me access to anywhere in the room,
but I could not leave.

I removed my dress and shoes, got into bed and slept most of the day, I was
so exhausted. It was about 7 PM when Jonathan returned and awakened me. He
told me to put my vinyl dress back on and to also put on my blue boots and
gloves. He took me downstairs where we met the waiter who was waiting for
us. He said he was going to take us to a bar downtown. It turned out to be
a nude dancing bar. We entered the place and we were taken to some dressing
rooms in the rear.

"Now, Rachael, you will be outfitted for your dance, you are going to
perform on stage for the crowd in the bar, the girls here will help you get
ready'" said Jonathan as he and his friend left. The girls were strippers
who worked there and they helped me get undressed and applied my
makeup. They brought out a tiny gold lame bra and thong panties, then a
gold lame corselet, which closed in the back with snaps not laces. Before I
put on the bra, they placed gold pasties on my nipples. They then gave me a
black satin blouse and a black satin breakaway mini skirt and a 3" wide
stretch belt that snapped in back. My shoes were black 5" heel pumps.

They escorted me to the stage entrance when the music began and sort of
pushed me out onto the stage. I did not know what to do but the loud,
driving beat of the music made me want to dance. I clumsily moved to the
runway, slowly undulating my hips and with my hands on my hips moved them
upward to my breasts, pausing there and then moving them behind my neck. I
then lowered my hands and unsnapped my belt, then began to unbutton my
blouse. As I finished I let it fall to the floor, displaying my proud
breasts straining against my tiny gold bra, then cradling them with my
hands and pushing them upward. Reaching behind my back, I unsnapped my mini
skirt and it too fell to the stage floor. The men in the bar were whistling
and yelling, "more, more."

I began dancing a little faster, now in my bra, thongs and golden corselet,
stockings and heels. The men were going wild. I went into a bump and grind
and more pronounced undulations, unsnapping my corset. As I strolled near
the edge of the runway, men held out money, so I squatted down and they
would stuff money in my thongs and try to touch my legs or breasts. I went
on with my dance running my hands from breasts to crotch, slipping my hands
inside the top of my gold thong panties pushing them down every so
slightly. When I did that, the yelling and whistles got louder. Smiling and
looking at some of them in the eye, I reached behind my back once more and
released my bra, exposing my magnificent breasts to the audience. Finally,
near the end of my dance, I turned my back to the crowd and slowly eased my
thongs over my ass and let them fall to the floor, undulating while pushing
my rear toward them and they went wild. As I turned to face them with my
hands covering my crotch, still undulating my hips, I moved my hands and my
cock came into plain view. Suddenly the crowd went absolutely berserk with
cheers, laughter and wild applause.

was so delighted and happily, I just could not believe it...they liked
me!

When I returned to the dressing room, the girls were all pleased and happy
for me. They said they had never seen a she-male before and were very
pleasantly surprised. I was so happy, I was just ecstatic. Before Jonathan
came to the dressing room, I was able to call Mistress Dominique and tell
her what happened. I told her that I loved only her and I missed her very
much and that I wanted to come home. I also asked her permission to perform
occasionally at the bar. She was pleased with what I had told her about my
performance, but none too happy with the way Jonathan had treated me. He
came into the room and Mistress Dominique wanted to speak with him. When he
gave the phone back to me, he left without saying a word. Mistress then
told me Jonathan's treatment of me was not what she had expected and that
he would no longer bother me and I could perform at the bar if I wanted to
only it could not interfere with my work and duties at home. I would still
live with my Mistress but she would arrange a schedule for me with the
bar's manager and he was to guarantee no harm would come to me as I
belonged to her and no one else.

Mistress sent a cab for me and I was taken home. She met me at the door,
put her arms around me and held me tightly, kissing me tenderly. She then
led me upstairs to her bedroom where we took turns undressing each other
and playfully fell onto her luxurious bed. We made warm, affectionate love
and fell asleep in each other arms.

Next morning after I had bathed, I was tightly laced into my red satin
corset after which I slid on my black stockings and panties, but no bra,
and then put on my little maid's uniform and 5" ankle strap pumps. Lastly I
placed my wrist and ankle cuffs on and secured them. I proceeded with
Mistress's breakfast preparation. Mistress came into the dining room
dressed in only bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and 5" heel leather
knee-hi boots.

I stood by as she ate her meal and slowly drank her coffee without saying a
word but looking at me slyly and smiling. "Rachael, I want you to go to the
basement and await me. I will be there shortly," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, curtseying, and quickly went down into the
basement "dungeon."

Mistress Jennifer entered about fifteen minutes later and took me by the
hand and led me back to the stainless steel table with the cradle seat
which I was subjected to some months ago. Me knees became weak and I was
very anxious to know what was going to be done to me. Mistress handed me a
tube of K-Y jelly and told me to lubricate the large steel phallus in the
center of the cradle, which I did, slowly. She then completely lowered the
steel phallus and told me to remove my uniform and panties. Then she told
me to mount the table and center myself in the fanny shaped cradle. The
steel table was cold but it didn't take long for it to warm up somewhat
from my body heat.

Mistress took my hands, one at a time and attached them to the upper table
extensions and then secured my feet to the stirrups at the other end. She
then placed the wide leather strap in the center around my waist and
tightened it making me completely immobile. She reached over and caressed
my breasts while she kissed and suckled my nipples as though she was trying
to draw milk from me. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her so much.

She reached for the handle on the side of the table and began to turn it
slowly. I could feel the stainless steel cock easing between my cheeks
while I maneuvered as best I could to center myself in order to accept this
steel brute in my hole. The phallus found me and as Mistress turned the
handle it entered me further.

"Oh, Mistress, please go slowly," I moaned painfully, "it hurts me so
much," as I strained at my bonds but could not move.

Finally, I was filled by this thing; it was completely inside my hole.
Mistress walked around the table as she fondled my breasts and my inner
thigh and held my cock with her long fingernails. She then leaned over and
kissed the head of my hard cock. Mistress mounted the table on her knees
and straddled my hips. She held my cock and moved it back and forth between
the lips of her wet pussy and then lowered herself taking the full length
of my cock into her hot, wet cunt.

Mistress, with a throaty moan, leaned forward with one hand on each of my
breasts, caressed and kissed my extremely sensitive nipples which were now
as hard as my cock sending luscious shivers throughout my straining
body. She leaned back and began to vigorously work her hips, faster and
faster, until we both exploded with orgasm and sexual moans. Mistress
Jennifer pulled away, inching my cock out of her hot vagina slowly and
moved forward toward my head. She turned and spread her cheeks with her
hands and lowered her cunt onto my face and said, "Clean me, my darling
Rachael, and clean me well." With my tongue, I licked and sucked her
honeyed pussy clean of her delicious juices. She climaxed again and again
and she smothered my face with her cunt as my tongue flirted voraciously
with her clitoris, her precious juices flowed and filled my mouth.

We then bathed together then went to bed. Holding and snuggling, we slept
like babies.