BEACHAP2.TXT by Cindy V. Femdom, TV, humiliation
(Author's note: This is the follow-up to my story BEACHAPT.TXT, or Beach Apartment. In that story two gorgeous sisters, Lisa and Nancy, let a co-worker Dick stay at their beach apartment in return for him agreeing to do some maid chores. They force him to dress in female clothes, and they find many inventive ways to humiliate him for their own amusement. The story ended with them making him suck off a blow-up male doll called Mr. Studley while they watched.
I had not thought about this story for a year, until an online friend who liked the story told me that it inspired her to buy a blow-up male doll and use it to dominate and embarrass her boyfriend. Fiction inspiring real life! In tribute to my friend, I now put finger to keyboard as I try to find more adventures for Lisa, Nancy, Dick, and Mr. Studley.)
Lisa, Nancy, and their dates were laughing hysterically at me as they watched me disengage my mouth from the cock of blow-up doll Mr. Studley. And he had come; I swallowed whatever it was he had spurted out, and there were traces of it leaking from his cock.
Nancy was laughing so hard she could barely get her words out. "Did you suck him off three times like we told you?" she asked me. "We were only here to see this one." I nodded, unable to look her, or anyone else in the eye, keeping my gaze at the floor.
"You better not be lying, Sissy," Lisa warned me, as she went over to the computer. I had forgotten that Mr. Studley was connected by a cable to the back of the computer. The computer power had been on the whole time, but the monitor was black. Lisa typed in a few commands, and then the printer started whirring. She took a sheet of paper off the printer and started reading. "Wow, look at all this information, Nancy. It says Mr. Studley did come three times, and it gives the time of day. There's a graph of his heartbeat - well, it's simulated of course. Sissy, you really raised his heartbeat, especially the first time. Other graphs about temperature and blood pressure. Then there are some numerical scores next to various body parts - cock, mouth, ass, nipples, and so on. Damn, we're going to have to figure out what all this means."
"But not tonight," replied Nancy. "The whole idea of Sissy and Mr. Studley going at it - well, has made me kind of horny. Anyone else feel that way?" she asked with her mischievous smile. And with that the two sisters took their dates by the hand and led them into the bedroom.
"Uh Sissy," Lisa called to me before she closed the bedroom door. "Don't forget to wipe Mr. Studley down with a clean washcloth, and make sure you clean his cock of all your lipstick. And fix your own lipstick too, you really look like such a slut. Then you can both relax and watch television." She closed the bedroom door, with both sisters and their dates inside.
I did as I was told, and fell asleep watching television.
The girls woke me up the next morning. I was still on the living room couch, and I discovered I was nestled up with Mr. Studley! Was he able to do that by himself, or did the girls move him into that position? I wanted to ask them that, but before I could they told me to make them some breakfast. Apparently their dates had left some time during the night without waking me. While I was serving breakfast, the girls busied them- selves with Mr. Studley. They sat him in a chair at the breakfast table - naked, I might add - and admired him.
"Oooh, what gorgeous hair he has," cooed Nancy. I took a look at him. Jet black hair, longish, but well groomed. Nancy was running her fingers through it, and when she was done his hair bounced back into place.
"He is sort of handsome, wouldn't you say?" Lisa asked at both Nancy and me. He had very well defined features. Piercing brown eyes, and full lips. He also had rather broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. Why not - as a doll he could certainly be an ideal looking man.
I noticed that other than his head hair and eyebrows, he was completely hairless. He certainly didn't have to shave. Thank goodness - we know who would have had to shave him. His chest was completely void of hair. Curious, I glanced at his penis. Well, he did have a small amount of pubic hair. I guess I had not noticed it last night.
Lisa and Nancy were examining his penis and balls as they munched on their toast. "Extremely lifelike," noted Nancy, as she gently rubbed a finger over his penis. Mr. Studley seemed to come to life. "Boy, it doesn't take much stimulation to turn him on, either," said Lisa.
Nancy got out the instruction manual and started reading. "There are quite a lot of options we can set on the computer. Currently he is set to the defaults. We can vary his maximum erection length, his overall sensitivity, his sensitivity to individual erogenous zones. And although he can only respond in the ways he was programmed, he does get aroused by many things."
"So, you two will probably want to make a lot of use of him then?" I asked. I imagined he would be the perfect masturbatory tool for them.
As soon as I said that, the girls each shot me a look, and I knew I had made a mistake. "Yea, right, like we have a tough time finding guys," Lisa said sarcastically. "Actually, Dick, I think you are the one who ought to be making the most use of him. You're not going to meet any girls as long as you're dressed as a girl. And while we could bring you with us to meet guys, you're not really pretty enough to meet any hot guys." I breathed a sigh of relief at that remark - meeting a guy while dressed as a girl was not what I had in mind.
I decided not to ask what she meant about me making the most use of him. I didn't want to know, and I figured they would tell me when they were good and ready.
The girls made me undress them. Then I had to get into the shower with each of them, one at a time, and wash them with a washcloth. Thoroughly. Not surprisingly, their pussies needed a lot of soaping. I washed their pussies with lots of slippery, soapy water until each of them sighed with contentment. I dried them while I stood there naked. They chose their bikinis for the day, had me insert their fresh smelling breasts into their bikini tops, and had me stretch their tiny bikini bottoms so they could step into them.
My penis ached for relief. They were so sexy!
They gave me some clothes to wear for today too. They took a bra, padded it, and watched me put it on. Over that went a tight fitting top in yellows and reds. I assumed they would give me some panties next, but as usual I could never predict what the girls would do.
Lisa and Nancy sat me down in a hard chair, still naked from the waist down, and stared applying my makeup. More specifically, Lisa sat in my lap, facing me, as she slowly and methodically did my eyes. Nancy gave her various verbal suggestions and handed her different cosmetics. Meanwhile, as I stared into the gorgeous face of Lisa, or occasionally at her breasts barely covered by her print bikini top, Lisa would wiggle slightly in my lap creating the most delightful sensations on my cock. No doubt she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, but she pretended not to notice.
Lisa finished my blusher, remarking how nice it looked with my tan. She held my chin for support as she finished me off with a glossy pink lipstick, and told me to press my lips together. They placed an auburn wig on my head, and they told me to stand to look at me.
Lisa and Nancy admired the makeup job they did on me, critically discussing the effect of multiple of eyeshadow shades, while blatantly ignoring my erect penis. I bit my tongue trying not to say anything.
Finally Nancy got a pair of shiny blue nylon panties and held them out for me to step into. As I lifted a leg to put the panties on, Nancy finally observed, "Well look at this hard-on. He can't very well wear these panties like this, Lisa. What should we do?"
I certainly had one solution in mind. Not surprisingly, Lisa had another.
Lisa produced some string and started wrapping it around my balls and the base of my penis. She stroked my balls as she tied them, and they looked bigger than ever. With my erection still hanging out as obscenely as ever, she had me put the panties on. The panties were tight, and the outline of my straining cock stretched the panties even more. Lisa's solution did nothing to hide or reduce my erection. I will never understand these girls.
"Under no circumstances are you to remove this string Dick. Get it?" Lisa asked me in no uncertain terms. I nodded.
They put a little red skirt on me and some bare toed sandals.
"We're going to the beach, Dick," Nancy informed me. "Wanna come?"
I caught her double intendre, but understood very well which meaning I was supposed to respond to. I didn't particularly want to go to the beach with them, dressed the way I was. Those girls attract so much attention that I wouldn't very well be inconspicuous.
"Uh, thanks, but I guess I better stay here and do the laundry," I replied.
"That's our little maid," Lisa smiled sweetly. "OK, do the laundry, and be careful that you separate whites and colors, and also colors that say wash in cold water. Read the labels. Oh, and put some nail polish on your toenails while you're waiting for the wash. You can't wear open toe sandals with those naked toenails, you know." No, I didn't know.
"We're going to the beach, and then we're going to stop off to buy a few clothes for Mr. Studley. We can't have him hanging around naked all the time. That would turn you on too much, right Dickie?" asked Nancy, patting my erection through the skirt. "We'll be back after lunch." And then to her sister, Nancy said, "And let's see if we can buy that spring somewhere."
"Spring?" I thought to myself. What were they up to? Better not ask.
"Don't forget, dear," Lisa said to me as they left. "That string stays on."
I started separating the laundry. The girls had bikinis and bras and panties that needed washing, among other things, and having been warned to read the labels, I did so. I found myself lovingly fondling each of their intimate garments, daydreaming about which gorgeous part of their bodies it had previously adorn. My erection ached for relief.
As I loaded the washer, I thought about my predicament. They had tied my cock and balls, but they had not tied the head of my cock, only the base. And they had told me to leave the string on. They never said I couldn't masturbate. The girls were usually so deliberate with their commands. If they didn't want me to masturbate, they would have said so.
I went to the girls' bedroom and searched for nail polish. I found a nice red that I thought they would approve of, and I brought it to the kitchen to put it on there. I sat down and got ready to apply it to my toenails. There was Mr. Studley, still there from breakfast, smiling at me. I blushed as I recalled how I had serviced him last night. I'd like to beat the crap out of him, I thought; he had humiliated me so much.
Then it hit me. Mr. Studley. That smiling mouth. Those full lips. I bet he could suck ME off!
I put Mr. Studley in a kneeling position in front of a chair. I sat down and removed my panties, as my cock sprang to attention. The string would not get in anyone's way. I lifted my skirt, and pushed Mr. Studley towards me. I inserted my cock in his mouth. He didn't seem to object. His mouth was warm and his tongue was wet. He gently closed his mouth around me, but nothing happened. "Suck it, Studley, like I sucked you last night," I ordered him, but of course he did not respond. I decided to grab him by the side of his head with both my hands and gently push his head back and forth. Well, that was working! His mouth and tongue applied just the right amount of pleasure. I had to guide his head with each stroke, but Mr. Studley certainly knew what he was doing. Obviously he could give as well as receive. Seems fair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face, but instead I concentrated on the gorgeous faces and bodies of Nancy and Lisa. That put me over the edge, and I came.
When I was finished coming, I looked for a wash cloth to clean the insides of his mouth of my cum. Surprisingly, my cum was gone. I guess Mr. Studley swallows.
"Now remember, Mr. Studley," I cautioned him. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." I assumed the girls would not be pleased if they knew what use I had made of the doll.
I rearranged my panties and skirt, put Mr. Studley back where he had been, and returned to the laundry. I finished all the laundry, folded it, and put it away. Fortunately Nancy and Lisa were sharing their clothes, since I could never have remembered which things belonged to whom.
When the girls arrived home, they had several shopping bags which they told me to take and bring to the living room. "Everything OK here?," Lisa asked me. I nodded, and then she gave Mr. Studley a hello kiss. He stirred slightly. "It's so nice to have a real man around," she said to me. I burned - nobody was kissing me.
The girls had me bring Mr. Studley to the living room, as they opened the packages. They had bought him some clothes - some T shirts and shorts and a pair of sneakers. "Well, Sissy, you're the maid here, don't you think you ought to be the one to dress him?," Nancy asked me. As I dressed him, I noticed how pefectly the clothes fit on him. Whatever sizes he was, he was exactly those sizes, so the clothes fit him like a glove. Too well, I thought. The slight touching I had to do to pull his shorts up seemed to turn him on a little, and you could see the outline of his erection against his shorts.
This did not esacpe the girls. "Wow, he is always ready, isn't he?," Lisa asked.
I decided to ignore that remark. I noticed there was one more small package that was still unopened. "What's in this one?," I asked.
"Oh, the spring," Nancy replied. "We'll leave that for later."
The girls decided they wanted to learn some more about Mr. Studley. Lisa started typing on the computer. Nancy got out the Mr. Studley manual and started reading out commands for Lisa to type in. (Authors' note: this IS the Windows 95 version of Mr. Studley, as will be apparent later in the story. For any computer purists reading this, assume that the commands are not REALLY being typed in, but are from pull down menus.)
"I want to see if all these commands really work," said Nancy. "But how will we know if they really work? Uh, Sissy, we are going to need you for this. Maybe you had better remove Mr. Studley's shorts." I complied.
Lisa and Nancy were looking at the manual together, away from me. "Let's start with something simple," Nancy said. "Let's vary his sensitivity to different body parts. Right now he is set to the defaults. OK, Sissy, lick his ear." I didn't like being their guinea pig for these little experiments, but I licked his ear without comment. I could see a little bar graph rise on the computer monitor, and I could see his penis stir too. Nancy took a ruler and measured his penis length.
"Now let's program some increased sensitivity to his ear. Sissy, lick his ear again, the same as before." I did, and I could see his penis lengthened considerably. So did the bar graph. Nancy measured him, and compared her measurement with the computer. They agreed.
Nancy and Lisa continued trying different things on the computer - and between Mr. Studley and me. I had to stimulate different parts of his body. The first time I stimulated it, they would measure his penis in its default sensitivity setting. Then they would turn up the sensitivity and make me repeat it. I had to kiss his nipples. I had to kiss and suck his toes. I had to stroke his cock in various ways. The girls discovered they could program the amount of stimulation he needed to get hard, how hard he would get from various stimulations, and how long he could get. Meanwhile I was feeling more and more humiliated by being the one who was turning Mr. Studley on.
Lisa programmed Mr. Studley to stick out his tongue. Then she told me to stick mine out and touch him with the tips of our tongues. Nancy started rubbing her crotch at the thought of this. The thought of two guys kissing, even if one was a rubber doll and the other was a crossdressed slave, seemed to turn her on. Lisa thought I ought to be wearing a little more lipstick to do this, so she held my chin and quickly freshened my lipstick.
This seemed more than I could bear. "This is too much! No, I won't do it!," I declared.
There was silence. Mr. Studley was sitting there with his tongue sticking out, waiting for a lick. Nancy had a hand inside her crotch. Lisa had a lipstick tube in one hand, and a very surprised look on her face at my outburst. It didn't take her long to remember who was in charge. She quickly slapped my face with the hand that wasn't holding the lipstick.
"Is that so?" she screamed in my face. "We'll see about that! And don't think we don't know what you made Mr. Studley do while we were out shopping." I blushed. Then I wondered how they found out that Mr. Studley had sucked me off. I was afraid to ask how they knew. Lisa saw the questioning look on my face. "The computer knows what went on," she answered my unspoken question. I had forgotten that Mr. Studley is always wired to the computer.
"Nancy, how should we punish Sissy for this little outburst, as well as for his little fling with Mr. Studley?"
Nancy was clearly disappointed about having to interrupt her stroking herself. She had been looking forward to the two of us kissing. She looked at Mr. Studley, patiently waiting. Then Nancy replied to Lisa. "I think it would be fitting if Mr. Studley delivered the punishment."
The two girls huddled and whispered to each other back and forth. I could see a gleam in their eyes as they discussed what they would do to me. They were so devious - I knew this would not be good. And yet, they had put me through numerous humiliations so far this week. What more could they possibly do?
Nancy went to the kitchen and brought back a kitchen stool and some rope. The two girls bent me face down on the stool, so my stomach was on the seat part and my toes barely touched the floor. My upper body hung upside down on the other end. They tied my wrists to the front legs of the stool. They removed my skirt and panties. They tied my stomach to the seat of the stool. They were about to tie my ankles to the rear legs of the stool when Nancy decided it would be more fun to put some heels on me and then tie my ankles. I was completely immobilized.
As Nancy surveyed my half naked, immobilized form, and as I waited in terror to see what would happen next, Lisa opened up the remaining unopened package. She took out what looked like a toy Slinky. Nancy stood Mr. Studley up in front of me so I could see what the three of them were up to. Nancy tested the springiness of the Slinky, and then she and Lisa somehow attached it under his armpit!
The computer made some noises and a window popped up on a screen.
"Yes, the computer recognizes the spring as a valid peripheral to Mr. Studley," Nancy announced as she looked at the monitor. "It's 'Plug and Play'." Little did I know that even that phrase had a double meaning.
Lisa and Nancy positioned the standing Mr. Studley behind me and tested his arm motion. Although I could not see him the way I was positioned, I could feel the air move in a rhythmic manner. Suddenly I felt a slight tap with a flat object on my naked ass. Then a moment later it was repeated.
"OK, he's lined up perfectly," reported Lisa. Nancy then typed something on the computer, and then she and Lisa sat down on the couch in front of me, not far from my head.
"I set it for five minutes. I turned up the intensity to start, and it will continue to increase in intensity every sixty seconds," Nancy announced to Lisa and me. I still didn't understand.
WHAP. My eyes opened wide at the suddenness of the smack on my ass. Lisa and Nancy were seated in front of me enjoying my disomfort, so they couldn't have been the cause of the spank. So it must have been ...
"Yes, Sissy, it's Mr. Studley. You really disappointed him before when you refused to give him some tongue. So remember the spring I said we'd get? It's attached to his armpit. The spring will shoot his arm forward to spank you, then shoot his arm all the way back, and he will spank you again and again. I don't think he will get tired too quickly either." Nancy giggled at her last remark.
WHAP. Then a pause. And another WHAP. Mr. Studley spanked away at me. It stung, and I was tied and couldn't move. At least he randomly varied his aim over my two ass cheeks. And as he wailed away on me, the two girls sat inches away and started kissing and feeling each other.
As promised, after about a minute Mr. Studley started hitting me even harder. I was bawling and tears were running down my face. Meanwhile the two girls were passionately making out. My humiliation at being spanked by this male rubber doll were turning them on.
I begged them to stop Mr. Studley, but they didn't care. After each minute when I didn't think I could take any more, Mr. Studley's program kicked in and he would hit me ever harder. My ass was on fire, and of course Mr. Studley merrily kept spanking away.
Finally the five minutes ended and Mr. Studley mercifully stopped spanking me. I was hysterical crying.
"What do you say, Sissy, shall we have him spank you another five minutes?," Lisa cheerfully asked me.
"No, please, I'm begging you. No more. I'll do whatever you want."
Nancy and Lisa had their hands in each other's crotches and were gently stroking each other.
"Sissy, do you have any idea of what we can make Mr. Studley do to you?," Lisa asked. I shook my head No.
"Just as an example," Lisa continued, "We could increase his cock to maximum length - and who knows how long that is. Then we could turn his stimulation level down to minimum, so that it would take him maximum time to cum. Then we could have him fuck your ass. In fact, you're in perfect position for it now. Shall we, Nancy?"
"No, please, no ... " I begged. The girls smiled.
Nancy spoke. "I'll tell you what, Sissy. No more spanking, and no ass fucking - for now. We'll untie you. Then I want to see some quality tongue kissing between you and Mr. Studley. Then when he is good and hard, you can suck him off while we watch. That should be entertaining enough for us, and enough punishment for you."
"No, one more thing tonight," Lisa added. "Let's all go to the movies. The four of us. Mr. Studley also works on batteries and doesn't have to be connected to the computer all the time. He will be your date tonight, Sissy. We'll dress you up nice and pretty, with plenty of pretty red lip gloss. And then we'll sit way in the back, and you can suck him off at the theatre. How does that sound, Sissy?"
They untied me, and sat me on the couch. They put Mr. Studley in my lap where we could kiss. "No need to answer, Sissy," said Lisa as she applied a little more lipstick to me and then sat back with Nancy to watch the fun. Mr. Studley still had his tongue out. I extended mine and then closed my eyes.
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