Helpless

Transgender/Control

WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of a sexual nature. It is intended for mature persons only. Any persons not old enough to legally receive adult materials or who are offended by them should read no farther. Further distribution of this story--and all others of this nature by this author--is permissible only to appropriate persons and only if the contents and author credit are unchanged.

June 24/2000

HELPLESS By Butterfly Email: tastefullytrans@yahoo.com

The air inside the coffee shop was rich with the scent of dark Colombian coffee and sweet donuts. Amber glanced from table to table picking up snippets of conversation from the chatter that melded into a constant, nonsensical din. Joy was late, 15 minutes late and Amber was caught between succumbing to disappointment and maintaining her hopeful anticipation. She continued to wait anxiously for her friend to arrive.

This was to be their first meeting in the real world after months of building an online friendship. They had met in a chatroom for wives and significant others of cross-dressers and after weeks of chatting had let down their guard enough to discover that they lived mere blocks from one another. From then on they had added telephone conversations to their repertoire and now a face-to-face meeting.

Amber yelped when a hand fell softly on her shoulder and a feminine voice sang out, "BOO!" Joy had entered from the side door to which Amber had her back turned. Amid a flourish of nervous giggles and heartfelt hugs the two met in person and then studied each other against the photos they had exchanged. Both were beautiful but from opposite ends of the spectrum. Joy was tall and reed thin, her dark beauty was sultry. She had olive toned skin, huge deep brown eyes and jet-black hair that hung halfway down her back. Amber had a fair wholesome beauty. She was petite, a full 6 inches shorter than Joy, had sparkling green eyes, a fair complexion and shoulder length golden-brown hair.

Their first face to face conversation flowed as though they had been friends since childhood and the time passed quickly until finally, having had more than enough coffee, they decided to go for a walk. Once the pace was set and they were strolling leisurely along a tree lined street, Amber asked a pivotal question that would change their friendship forever.

"Does Dan tell you his fantasies?" "Oh yes, he has great fantasies." Joy answered with complete ease. "So does Justin. His latest one is really something."

Amber stated and at Joy's prodding gaze continued to describe her husband's most recent fantasy.

When it was told and Amber fell silent, Joy slowed their amble to a full stop and turned to Amber. "Wow, that one is really something. Dan doesn't come up with fantasies that exciting. Are you going to try to make it come true?"

"How on earth can I do that? Amber asked, hoping her friend had some ideas. "Well, if you really want to, I'll help." Joy offered hesitantly but with an underlying note of hopeful anticipation.

"Really? You'd want to?" Amber hadn't expected Joy to offer to help in that manner. She had hoped Joy would give her some ideas on how she alone could fulfill her husband's fantasy not offer to become a part of it. She wasn't completely sure how she felt about it...excited, inhibited, aroused, afraid.

"Sure, what are friends for?" Joy's mouth curled into a feline smile and her eyes narrowed. "In return, you can help me make one of Dan's come true." Amber bit her lower lip as she considered her friend's offer and casting caution to the wind agreed. "Yeah, what are friends for."

For the better part of the next hour they walked and planned the details of how they would make Justin's fantasy come to life and then parted company with a promise that Amber would call Joy when the stage was set. When Amber returned home, she told Justin nothing about her meeting with Joy except for the superficial to which he listened with less than half of his attention. Amber sat quietly for a moment and just looked at her husband waiting for him to realize she had stopped talking. He didn't. Getting up to go take a shower, she thought, "Ohhh you'll be paying pretty close attention tomorrow night buddy."

Later, as the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek began to lull her to sleep, she whispered into the darkness, "I want to spend tomorrow with Desiree." She felt his chest expand and its movement pause before a long breath hissed softly from between his lips. "Really?" "Yeah, I miss her." Amber answered with a sigh and then waited long seconds for Justin to reply. "Okay," Justin agreed and pulled Amber closer into the crook of his arm.

The next morning, they slept late and Amber hurriedly showered, dressed and left the house to do the list of chores she had planned for the day. After getting groceries, she returned home to find Justin was in the shower. She put the groceries away, changed into a pair of shorts and tank top and went out to tackle the yard work and tidy up their shed.

Over the steady roar of the lawn mower, she didn't hear Justin calling to her but caught sight of him from the corner of her eye and shut the mower off. Justin walked toward her telling her that he was going to work on his internet site for a couple of hours then get ready for the evening. Surprised, Amber asked what time it was and was more surprised to find out that it was already deep into the afternoon. After a quick peck on the lips, Justin returned to the house and Amber restarted the mower.

Later, with everything she had hoped to accomplish actually done, Amber slid off her clothes and stepped into the shower. This time she took more care than during the quick shower she had taken in the morning and let the drumming water ease her tense muscles. When she finally turned the tap off, humid clouds of steam filled the bathroom. She toweled off and blotted the wetness from her hair. Enjoying the smooth clean feel of her skin, she spent long moments slathering on moisturizer and massaging it in with long strokes.

In the kitchen, Justin was busy grating cheese and slicing pepperoni for pizza and Amber slid the knife from his hand. "I'll finish this. You go get ready. I put your clothes on the bed." After a fleeting brush of lips, Justin headed off to do his wife's bidding. When Amber heard him reach the top of the stairs, she picked up the phone and dialed Joy's number. In a conspiratorial voice, she told Joy that Justin was getting ready and to expect another call in a couple of hours.

A short time later, they finished eating and having already gotten partially ready Justin returned to their bedroom to get dressed while Amber went to the bathroom to apply her make-up. Amber hurried in order to be ready long before Justin so that she could complete the finishing touches on the set of his fantasy. She also had to sneak into his office and ready things there and hoped that he wouldn't have to go online again. She managed to get everything done before hearing him call her name. When she walked into the bedroom, a slow appreciative smile curved her full lips.

"You look wonderful." She said in a sultry voice as she approached her husband. "Do I." He asked coyly, tilting his head in a shy manner that she found so endearing. "Tell me."

Standing before her husband, who no longer looked at all like her husband or a man for that matter, Amber slowly ran her hand up his stocking clad thigh, over his hip and up to cup his breast. She then stood back again and let her eyes wonder over Desiree, her husband's female counterpart. "You have such sexy legs, my love. They're so long and shaped so nice." Amber stepped closer to once again caress Desiree's thigh.

Her husband's long legs were indeed beautiful in sheer black lace-top stockings and made to appear even longer by the 4 inch black stiletto heels he wore. As her hand traced a path up his thigh and over the hem of his skirt, she could feel the straps holding up his stockings. Slowly, she lifted his red mini skirt in order to peer at his panties and garter. He wore black satin string-bikini panties and a matching garter edged in soft lace. Amber smoothed his skirt back down and let her hand glide up his arm. His blouse was made of sheer white chiffon and styled like a poet blouse. She loved the feel of the material and the ruffles at each cuff and along the scooped neckline. She saw that he had gone all out and shaved his chest as well as his legs so the black bra he wore under the shirt stood out in stark relief against his hairless skin. He wore a maternity bra, which he called his 'tittie' bra and had modified by cutting the cups away leaving only the frame. Due to a massive weight loss and then lifting weights, her husband had 'breasts' that could be pulled into the frame of the bra cups and looked like real tits. She saw his hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of the blouse and knew that the feel of the material sliding over each sensitive bud was highly erotic to him.

Finally, she looked up at his face and caught her breath as she always did when she saw his eyes. His make-up was expertly applied, especially his eye-make-up which caused his blue eyes to appear even more striking and sensual. He wore a shoulder length red wig with long bangs that parted on the side and fell in a soft wave to almost cover half of his face. When he lifted a hand to brush the hair back, she noticed that his nails weren't done and instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed while she went to get his nail polish. Carefully, she applied the scarlet polish to each nail and noticed how his hand movements became more feminine with the addition of polish. She then got 2 of his favorite rings and slid them onto his fingers. There, the makeover was complete and Desiree stood before her in all of her sensual glory.

"I have something special planned for tonight so you had better do anything you need to do because you're going to be very occupied for hours." Amber said with a mischievous smile and left the room before Desiree could question her.

"Wait!" Desiree called from the bedroom. Amber smiled but didn't stop. "Amber! What do you have planned?" Still, Amber continued down the stairs without answering. "Amber!" Curiousity lent an edge to Desiree's voice. "You'll see! It's going to blow your mind." Amber called up the stairs. "Hurry up!"

Within minutes, Desiree was standing impatiently in the kitchen. "What do you have planned?" "We have to go to the shed." Amber stated as though it was something they did regularly and giggled at Desiree's surprised expression. "The shed?" "Yep, I have a surprise for you in the shed. Ready?" With a nod, Desiree followed her wife.

Without telling Justin the reason, she had spent more than an hour earlier cleaning their large shed. The wooden floor had been swept clean of sawdust, the center of the enclosed space had been cleared, and the workbench was now empty of tools and draped with a white tablecloth. She had also screwed 2 eyebolts into the ceiling rafters and 2 more into the floor.

Desiree's eyes widened in surprise when she entered the shed and commented appreciatively on how tidy it was. In response, Amber turned to her and smiled devilishly. "Well, I couldn't have my slut performing in a dirty shed." "What do you mean, 'performing'?" Desiree asked with a mixed note of apprehension and anticipation.

"You'll see." Amber stated simply and then hardened the tone of her voice. "The time for your questions is past. Now, you're going to do as you're told. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Desiree answered knowing that Amber would brook no argument or would simply walk away from whatever was planned. Desiree also knew that when Amber planned something, it was always intensely pleasurable and she didn't want to miss out on it.

"Stand right here." Amber positioned Desiree under the eyebolts in the ceiling and then walked over to the workbench where she had placed a cardboard box earlier. From the box, she withdrew four long strips of wide black satin ribbon. With the ribbons in hand, she carried a stepladder to where Desiree stood. She tied a piece of ribbon to each of Desiree's wrists and then climbed the ladder.

"Lift your arms." She ordered and Desiree lifted her arms. Amber then tied each piece of ribbon to an eyebolt until Desiree's wrists were suspended from the ceiling about two feet apart.

With a clatter, she folded the stepladder and placed it against the far wall before returning to Desiree. She knelt at her feet and tied a length of ribbon to each ankle and then to it's corresponding eyebolt on the floor until Desiree's feet were also positioned almost two feet apart.

Then she took a few steps back to view her handiwork. "There, now you're helpless aren't you? I can do anything I want with you." She gloated.

"What are you going to do? Desiree asked nervously, afraid that Amber would go too far with the little games they played.

"I told you no more questions. Didn't I? Amber didn't wait for a response. "I'll grant you this last one though. But, I don't think that's the question you really should be asking." Amber said smugly as she took up a position at the front of the shed by an apparently haphazard pile of folding lawn chairs.

"Why?" Desiree questioned. The suspense and Amber's unusually cold attitude were causing her to feel twinges of trepidation but at the same time she could feel her arousal growing.

"I think it would be better to ask who is going to be watching what I'll be doing to you." "What? What do you mean?" Desiree asked anxiously as the trepidation she felt turned into a knot of fear.

"This is what I mean." Amber turned and pulled the lawn chairs away and set them against a side wall, she then lifted a white sheet, rolled it up and tossed it on the floor a few feet away. She knew that her body kept Desiree from seeing what she had uncovered. "So many will get to see my little slut perform. That's what you want, isn't it? Amber turned to face her captive and took a step to the side to reveal both a video camera set on a tripod and a netcam set on it's own tripod.

She watched Desiree's eyes widen in disbelief. "Well?

Isn't it?" She repeated. "Only in fantasy Amber. I didn't want it for real. It was just a fantasy." Desiree could hear the slight edge of panic in her voice and couldn't keep it from sweeping through her. Underneath the panic she also felt hot excitement even though she didn't want to. Or didn't think she wanted to.

With measured steps, Amber approached Desiree. "So, it was only a fantasy? You're a lying slut aren't you? Amber chided angrily as she cupped proof of Desiree's excitement. "Why are you so hard my dear? Is it because you're afraid? You're shy? You don't want anyone to see you like this? Amber emphasized each question by tightening her grip on Desiree's growing cock. "Lying slut!" She spat out. "You want everyone to see what a slut you are. You want everyone to watch you perform. You want men to masturbate while they watch you. You'd love it if they could cum all over you, don't you? You'd love being a cum covered slut." While she spoke, Amber slowly stroked Desiree's cock until it reached full hardness and a drop of precum flowed from the tip.

Each of Amber's words carved hot paths through Desiree's consciousness, they lit her mind with brilliantly erotic images, and they swept like wildfire through her veins and flamed even hotter between her legs. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her scarlet lips parted. Yes, she did want all of that, everything Amber said, but only in fantasy...only in fantasy.

"Tell me you want it?" Amber demanded as she watched Desiree's full arousal blossom. "Only...in fantasy." Desiree whispered. "Liar." "Nooo." "Tell me!" Amber demanded again and squeezed Desiree's cock. "I...I want it." Desiree finally succumbed to her deepest, most secret desires. "Tell me!" "I want...I want to be watched." Desiree moaned. "What else?" "I want men to cum watching me." "Where do you want them to cum?" Amber prodded "On me...I want them to cum on me. I want to be a cum covered slut." The words tumbled from Desiree's lips in hot gasps as Amber continued to stroke her throbbing cock.

"That's better." Amber pulled her hand away from Desiree's cock and saw her lean forward in protest. "I have other things to get ready so you just think about how you're going to satisfy your audience." Amber instructed and then walked to the workbench.

Through a haze of arousal, Desiree watched Amber pull unknown items from a box and set them on the bench. Only when Amber stepped away could she see the implements carefully positioned on the bench and she moaned raggedly at the sight. Laid out in order was a red ball gag, a black satin blindfold, black nipple clips with a length of fine chain joining them, a black leather strap, a 12 inch double headed dildo, a strap-on dildo with clitoral stimulator and a smaller slim dildo.

Amber walked away from the bench and toward the cameras where she turned on a bright flood-light and flicked off the dimmer overhead light. She then turned the video camera on and bent to view the image being recorded. After a few minor adjustments she straightened and gazed at Desiree.

"That's all set and there's enough light to keep you from being hidden in shadows. Now I have to set-up the netcam and leave your web address on a few message boards." Amber saw Desiree take a deep shuddering breath in response. "Stage fright?" She asked with a smirk. "Don't worry.

It'll pass once you get into your role...slut!"

Amber returned to the bench to retrieve the ball gag and blindfold and brought them to Desiree. "Yours isn't a speaking role, so you'll need this." She swung the ball in a half circle and then stretched up on to her tiptoes to place it in Desiree's mouth before walking behind her to tie it into place. "And I'll be lenient enough with you to allow you to cover your face somewhat." She said as she tied the thin blindfold over Desiree's eyes. "There. Now I have to go into the house for a few minutes. Keep yourself occupied with thoughts of what you'll be performing for everyone." Amber spoke from the doorway. "Oh, and by the way, your email address will be posted so you can get feedback from everyone who watches you."

Quickly, Amber entered the house and picked up the phone. Joy answered after 2 rings and Amber told her that everything was ready. She then went into Justin's office and turned on the computer, logged-on to the net and opened the netcam program. Luckily she wouldn't have to adjust the position of the netcam for she could see Desiree clearly and watched her for a few seconds as she adjusted the color and sharpness of the image. She then typed in a URL, picked up the netcam feed and set it to run streaming video and added the html to ask for feedback and listed Desiree's email address. Then she opened several browsers, clicked addresses from her bookmarks and opened various message boards. Quickly she typed in the URL and a message on one board and then highlighted it, copied it and posted the same message on the rest of the boards.

She knew that Joy would arrive any second and wanted to watch what happened in person rather than over the netcam so she hurried back downstairs and into the driveway.

Desiree couldn't quite get her mind around what had happened and couldn't bring herself to completely believe that Amber would actually broadcast their little game over the net. The thought of it excited her but only the thought, not the actuality....or did it? As always, when Amber wove Desiree's fantasies into words and spoke them while they made love, the level of arousal that Desiree could attain was bone shattering. But, those were only words. Now she was caught in the reality of her fantasy and truly didn't know how to feel.

Before she could sort it out she heard a car pull into the driveway and panic seized her. The flood light would be more than visible from outside. Would whoever it was come into the shed? Fervently, Desiree began to pray that the visitor would not. Her prayers went unanswered.

With a conspiratorial wink and a finger to her lips to hush Joy, Amber approached her and whispered in the other woman's ear. With a smile, Joy nodded and did as Amber had instructed.

"Amber!" Joy called out. "Are you in the shed?"

Desiree felt deeper panic surge through her and struggled against the ribbons that held her fast. Never before had she felt so helpless and exposed. Never before had she felt such soul-wrenching mortification at being caught. From outside, she could hear footsteps crunching on the gravel path to the shed. "Damn, damn, damn!" She screamed behind the ball-gag and renewed her struggle with the ribbons that bound her. Why the hell did satin have to be so damn strong!

The metallic rasp of the door hinges sounded like booming screeches to her ears as the door slowly opened and Desiree wished with all of her heart that the floor would open and swallow her whole. Of course, her wish was not granted.

"Amber?" An inquisitive voice called out before the door opened completely and Desiree absently noted, through the wall of her panic, that it was a voice she didn't recognize.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Joy asked with a note of malicious glee in her voice.

Desiree groaned and felt her body attempt to shrink into itself as she listened to the sound of heels clicking hollowly on the wooden floor. In her fantasies she had gotten an erotic thrill from just such a situation, but this was reality and she couldn't quite believe it was actually happening.

Joy slowly approached the helpless Desiree taking precise steps so that the captive would be able to track the sound of her approach. When she stood immediately in front of Desiree, she trailed her fingernail lightly up the length of her exposed thigh and felt the muscles flex in surprise. Her nail then rasped softly over the red gabardine of Desiree's skirt and further up until she lifted the ruffle at the neckline of the blouse.

"Amber told me that you had nice tits." Joy commented silkily and wrung a distraught moan from Desiree. "Oh come now. You can't tell me that you don't enjoy this. Not when I can see your nipples getting hard." Joy teased as she let her fingernail brush across one of Desiree's hardened nipple.

Desiree moaned again when her flesh betrayed her and puckered in erotic delight. Beyond the edges of the mortification she felt at getting caught in such a degrading situation her arousal was smoldering. She could feel her cock responding, could feel it pressing against the satin of her panties and she moaned again.

This time the moan was deeper and without the high note of panic and embarrassment.

"At this very moment your wife is watching us along with many others on the net. Did you know that? Joy asked as she began to walk around Desiree trailing her fingers as she went. "Yes, you knew that didn't you? And that's what makes this so exciting to you. You're a slut and dying to be displayed, aren't you?

Desiree shook her head from side to side to denounce the woman's words. Yet she knew the truth, knew she was a slut who wanted others to look at her with lust.

But only in her fantasies she amended silently.

"I think it's time to show your audience a little more. We don't want them to lose interest now do we?"

Joy returned to stand in front of Desiree. "It's unfortunate that your blouse has no buttons." She said apologetically as she fingered the neckline searching for the imperfection that Amber had told her would be there. Finding it, she clutched each side in her hands and pulled them apart. The material tore with a tight ripping sound followed by a low moan by Desiree and a renewed struggle against the ribbons that bound her.

"Ohh, you do have nice tits!" Joy exclaimed as she pulled aside the edges of Desiree's torn blouse. She then stood to one side so not to block the cameras and gently cupped one perky breast. Desiree pulled her body away but Joy expected the move and followed it so the weight of Desiree's breast never left the cup of her hand.

"Don't move! She commanded harshly and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger until Desiree moaned with both pleasure and pain. "Amber told me how obedient you would be, how anxious to please. I haven't seen any evidence of that and think you need reminding." Joy kept the angry edge to her voice. Everyone watching should get a good view of your tits so hold still."

Desiree did as she was told and felt the woman's hands cup her breasts as if to lift them for inspection. She could feel a shy blush heat her face but also felt heat flaring in her groin, pumping blood into her cock and puckering her nipples into hard sensitive buds. She inhaled a rush of air when she felt a warm, wet tongue bathe one nipple as a hand kneaded her other tit. In her mind the fantasy turned reality finally breached the last of her defenses and she welcomed it passionately moaning in pleasure.

"Ahhh, now the slut is emerging eh? Joy taunted. "There are men watching thinking that they're watching lesbians. There are men right now pulling their cocks out of their pants and stroking them as they stare at your tits, as they fantasize about taking my place." Joy punctuated her words by flicking her tongue across Desiree's nipple. "Should we show them that you have a cock of your own?"

Desiree shook her head vigorously not wanting the illusion she portrayed to end yet. She wanted the men watching to continue to believe she was a woman, wanted them to lust after her tits, to use her in their fantasies. She wanted to be a helpless, submissive woman for all to see.

"You dare say no to me!" Joy lashed out savagely enough for Desiree to be startled. "Amber hasn't taught you your role well enough and you need more instruction." Joy turned her back to Desiree, strode to the workbench and lifted the leather strap. She then returned to the captive and stroked her nipples with the strap. "Do you know what this is? Can you feel what it is?" She asked as Desiree whimpered, then drew her hand back and let the strap fall across one nipple. She laughed contemptuously when Desiree leaned forward, straining toward the strap rather than away from it. She swung the strap again and Desiree whimpered and then moaned in pleasure. "You are indeed a very naughty little slut aren't you?" Joy smirked and was answered by Desiree's affirmative nod and a deep throaty moan.

Joy repeatedly let the strap fall against Desiree's nipples until the skin around them was reddened and hot. Throughout the tit spanking, Desiree had moaned heatedly and become almost delirious with pleasure. Now she struggled against the ribbons not to be free to escape but to give vent to the animal lust that burned through her. Her cock had grown to a painful hardness and throbbed in need of release. It would not find that release for hours yet.

Joy threw the strap back on to the bench and watched for drawn out seconds as Desiree writhed in sensual agony. She then returned to her side, careful not to block the cameras, and once again took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "I think you would enjoy this even more if it were a man's tongue teasing these nipples of yours."

As if on cue but totally unexpected by Joy, a knock sounded on the shed door before it swung open to reveal the shocked expression of her husband. Joy felt surprise drain her face of color and scrambled to find the words to explain what he had walked in on. Leaving Desiree in complete ignorance, she quickly guided her husband from the shed and to his car where they bent their heads together as she earnestly explained what was going on. Much to her relief, her husband understood and even chuckled at the deviousness with which the two women had planned the evening.

With the light of a dawning idea brightening her deep brown eyes, Joy once again leaned close to her husband to share what her nimble mind had thought up and smiled brightly when he chuckled again and agreed to participate. Just then Amber approached and Joy waved her over and ran the alterations to their original plan by her. Amber quickly agreed and the 3 strode back to the shed.

Desiree knew something had gone amiss but wasn't sure what. She suspected that an unexpected visitor had entered the shed although she hadn't heard another voice. Embarrassment cooled the erotic heat that had been consuming her and she berated herself for having allowing herself to get into such a helpless situation. Fervently, she hoped that the interloper hadn't been a family member or friend who knew nothing of her fetish.

Her pulse quickened when she heard the door to the shed open and footsteps approached. Joy was no longer alone and she wondered if Amber had finally come to her senses and would untie her. Once again her hopes were dashed and a new surge of trepidation over-took her as Joy began to speak.

"My husband has decided to join us Desiree." Desiree whimpered in response. "Oh, don't be like that. Your fantasy is complete. You have a man here to admire you in person."

Desiree tried to deny her most secret fantasy but it was no use. The whole evening thus far had weakened her, had opened her to the thrill of having her most erotic of fantasies made reality and she felt herself being swept away once again. Though she could not see him and had not yet heard his voice, it was enough to know that a man was in the room looking at her. She wanted desperately to know what he thought; to hear words of compliment from him, to hear the timbre of desire lend richness to his voice. This time she was not denied.

His voice was deep and slightly louder than a whisper.

She could hear the hesitancy in his first words as though he too had to ease himself into this new role, had to allow himself to be swept away by it. She could feel his breath fan across her bare chest and it caused goosebumps to rise and her nipples to pucker tightly. His words caused her pulse to flutter erratically and her breath to deepen.

"You have very nice tits Desiree." Joy's husband, Dan, said admiringly and dropped his voice to a husky whisper at Desiree's name. "I wish I had tits like that," he added revealing that he too shared Desiree's fetish. "Any man would enjoy sucking your nipples."

Desiree caught her breath when a hot tongue flicked across first one nipple and then the other. Her mind screamed with the realization that a man had her nipple locked between his lips and was twirling his tongue around it just as Amber often did. She moaned against the ball lodged in her mouth and had she not been wearing a blindfold her eyes would have flown open in stunned shock. She could feel the stiff hairs of Dan's moustache graze the flesh of her breast and the sensation was both alarming and somehow satisfying and some secret part of her made her lean forward, pressing against the tongue that expertly bathed her nipple.

"Look how much the slut likes it Dan." Joy commented with a chuckle and pulled another moan deep from within Desiree. "Amber told me that Desiree loves to suck on a dildo. Why don't you give her your dildo to suck Dan."

At this, Desiree once again pulled away and fought the ribbons that held her captive. She did enjoy sucking a dildo but had no intention of sucking a man's cock.

"I guess she needs another lesson in obedience." Joy said matter-of-factly. "Help me get her over a sawhorse, hun."

Desiree heard the scrape of a sawhorse being pulled across the floor as someone, Dan or Joy, untied her wrists. For a second her wrists were unbound but all too quickly she was pulled down and her wrists retied to the legs of a sawhorse while her ankles remained fixed to the eyebolts in the floor. She felt padding cushion her waist as it rested against the sawhorse and new that Amber had planned even this. Even though there was no denying the reality of what was happening, Desiree still struggled with the knowledge that Amber condoned, even planned, all that was taking place.

Joy, strap once again in hand, took up a position behind Desiree and hiked up her skirt. Without warning she let the strap fall against the cheek of Desiree's panty clad ass with enough force to cause her to arch her back and moan. "Take the gag out of her mouth Dan and get the dildo." Joy ordered as she let the strap fall again.

Relieved of the ball gag, Desiree worked the stiff muscles of her jaw before stating disobediently that she would not suck the dildo. In response she got a sound smack on the ass that made her whimper.

"You just need to be warmed up again, slut. Then you'll do what you're told without argument." Joy taunted as she smacked Desiree's upturned ass again.

"You love sucking the dildo. You fantasize that it's a real man fucking your sweet mouth and then cumming all over your face. You would love to be a cum-covered slut, wouldn't you? Answer me and don't lie!"

"No, nooo...that's just a fantasy." Desiree cried out, her voice made hoarse by being gagged. "Lying slut! You love having your mouth fucked with the dildo! You love the thought of having cum dripping from your lips! You love the thought of men watching you suck a big hard cock! Tell me it's true!" Joy spat the words and lent emphasis to each sentence with a smack across Desiree's reddening ass.

Against her will, Desiree responded to the words and the pleasurable sting of the strap. Her mind filled with images of sucking Amber's dildo as her voice wove fantasies about being watched doing it, about having her mouth fucked like a slut, about having her face covered in cum. Just as when Amber spoke the words, Desiree felt her cock harden until it throbbed and a primal lust swept through her. Her mind emptied of all reservations and only the need to drown in the illusion filled it.

She picked up the familiar scent of latex and her lips parted, her tongue swept past them to lick the head of the dildo as it rested against her lower lip. She opened her mouth wider and the dildo entered, gliding against her tongue until her mouth was full of it.

"Suck it slut! It'll get you primed for the real thing!" Joy said harshly.

Somewhere in the back of Desiree's mind an alarm sounded but it was too distant, obscured by the sensation of the dildo gliding in and out of her mouth and by the knowledge that others were watching her suck it greedily. Suddenly, her mouth was empty, the dildo taken away and she moaned to have it back, to have her mouth full once again.

Not even Joy's instruction to her husband cooled Desiree's need and the words simply rolled past the edge of conscious thought. "Put a rubber on Dan. She likes the taste of latex."

Once again the smell of latex wafted up her nostrils and her mouth opened in conditioned response. Her lips and tongue picked up the subtle differences, the warmth of the cock sheathed in latex, the differing pattern of veins along the shaft and the feel of crisp curls against her lips when the cock glided into her mouth to the hilt.

"Ahhhh yeah, suck it slut!" Dan moaned breathlessly and Desiree complied willingly. She pulled the cock into her mouth and masterfully twirled her tongue around the head. The sensation of having her mouth filled, of hips thrusting forward and back, of strong hands holding her head steady and the sound of a man groaning in pleasure fed the erotic fire within her and it roared to life. She couldn't seem to get enough.

"That's right slut, suck it hard. You suck it so good!" Dan exclaimed between groans of ecstasy. "Suck harder." Desiree complied with pleasure, his words stroking her passion as sensuously as his cock stroked her tongue.

"Ohhh God, I'm going to cum all over your face bitch!"

Dan gasped and Desiree moaned in delight. Suddenly her mouth was empty and she heard the subtle glide of latex. She lifted her face as though lifting it to sunshine and felt warm drops of cum strike her smooth cheeks.

"There. Now you're a cum covered slut." Joy chuckled.

Desiree shuddered in response completely lost in the illusion of being a true woman, a sex kitten performing for an audience, a submissive slut being made to do what ordinarily would not be done.

"You really like having your mouth fucked you little slut. That was one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had." Dan complimented and Desiree all but purred at the sincerity in his voice. "If it feels that good to fuck your mouth I can't imagine how good it'll feel to fuck you."

For a moment Desiree didn't grasp the implication of what he had said and when she did a bolt of fear tore through her. "Nooo, no...you can't do that. Please, no! Get Amber, she won't let you do that!"

"Desiree, Desiree." Joy said condescendingly. "Amber wouldn't allowed any of this if she had a choice. But like you, she has no choice since she's tied up in the house helplessly watching on the net with everyone else." Joy lied convincingly and watched Desiree shake her head in disbelief. "You're completely at our mercy, slut. Totally helpless."

Desiree heard Joy's footsteps behind her and felt a warm hand on the cheek of her ass before being pinched roughly and having her panties lowered to mid-thigh. She struggled against the sawhorse to no avail and tried to shut her mind to what was about to happen. A well-lubricated finger slid past her anus and the sphincter tightened in response. "Relax." Joy ordered harshly and, of course, Desiree could not.

He legs grew weak at the sensation of being finger-fucked in such a way and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. Within moments she was moaning softly and lifting her ass into the air. Then she heard a soft metallic jingle and felt clips being attached to her nipples and moaned at the pleasure-pain. During all of it, Joy kept up a steady stream of reminders about the men watching, about how much of a slut Desiree was, how sexy she looked. Occasionally, Dan spoke up and said that he couldn't wait to fuck her again and how good it will feel like to be fucked like a woman. Desiree didn't know who was finger-fucking her and no longer cared. As always the words they used pulled her into what was happening with abandon.

She felt more cold lubricant being applied to her anus and felt warm hands settle on the cheeks of her ass. Then slowly, gently she felt a cock enter her, gliding smoothly into her until she felt stiff denim and the cold metal of a zipper press against her skin. She moaned in pleasure and revulsion, torn between the two until well-lubricated strokes of the cock swept her mind of everything except the pleasure of being fucked.

While Dan slid his cock in and out of her, Joy brought the dildo to Desiree's lips once again. Automatically, Desiree opened her mouth and the dildo slid smoothly in. She moaned mindlessly as she was thoroughly fucked and her moans became even more fevered when Dan began to speak. "Ahhh, you're so tight. Tight like a virgin...it feels soooo good. I'm going to cum again."

His cock slid from her and she felt his warm cum splash against the cheeks of her ass. Desiree's own cock was harder than it had ever been and she wanted desperately to cum, to find release from the wicked pressure gripping her balls. It took all of her strength to deny herself this relief as she focused on the overwhelming need to sink her cock into the warm sheath of a pussy and explode into it's welcoming depths. She wanted her wife.

The dildo glided from her mouth and she panted for air as her heart jackhammered in her chest. She felt strangely empty, almost bereft now that nothing filled her. The feeling deepened when she realized that the night's activities were drawing to an end.

"Go into the house Dan and get cleaned up while I loosen the slut's bindings." Joy instructed her husband and Desiree heard his footsteps head toward the door. Before he walked out of the shed, he turned back and told Desiree how much he had enjoyed meeting her and looked forward to the next time. Desiree's heart skipped a beat at the thought of repeating what had just happened.

"I'm going to loosen these just enough so that you can free yourself after I've left. I'll leave it to you to untie Amber."

Desiree felt the ribbons around her wrists and ankles loosen and she immediately began to work her hands free. Joy silently let herself out of the shed and went into the house to help with the final preparations before leaving for home with her husband.

Just as they pulled out of the driveway, the headlights of the car caught Desiree as she sprinted into the house. Joy and Dan chuckled at how well the illusion had been carried out and wished they could watch as Desiree made the last discoveries about the night.

Desiree entered the house and immediately made her way to her office where she expected to find Amber. When she entered her office she was surprised to find Amber still tied to a chair with her mouth bound. Amber's eyes were wide with shock and communicated pleas to be untied. Desiree bents to the task even though she would have preferred to leave Amber tied and rake her over the coals for what had happened tonight. But, a more pressing need had to be taken care of first.

The ribbons securing Amber to the chair fell away and without stripping the gag from his wife's mouth; Desiree pulled her out of the chair and bent her over the edge of the desk. Holding her in place with one hand pressed against her back, the other hand pulled down her panties and her fingers sought Amber's pussy.

Desiree was startled to find his wife was excessively wet, her juice even glistening on the insides of her thighs. He didn't bother fingering her into readiness since there was no need and roughly sank his throbbing cock as deeply into her as he could. The mere feel of the walls of her cunt tightening around his cock brought him to the edge of climax and it took only a few strokes before he was catapulted over. Never had he felt such a strong orgasm as this one. It didn't flow through him like a surging river of pleasure but blasted through him like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of hot cum spurted deep into his wife and he cried out with wild passion as his fingers clutched the flesh of her hips in a vice-like grasp. He thought the orgasm would never end and didn't know how he would be able to endure another second of the intense pleasure. But it did end and he was left panting, weak-kneed and unable to form a coherent thought.

Long moments later he pulled the wig off of his head unable to bear the feel of it any longer and pulled the gag from his wife's mouth. He began to tell her about all that was done to him and how he now felt about being taken by a man. He shuddered and could not find the words, unable to express how exciting it had been during, but now, afterwards how ashamed he was beginning to feel. He had always known without doubt that he was heterosexual, but now....

Amber placed a finger to her husband's lips and told him to shush. He protested but she kissed him tenderly and told him not to worry. Then she picked up a videotape off of the desk that he had not noticed and led him to their bedroom. He offered no resistance.

"Hunny, I wanted to make your deepest fantasy come true and I did. But, even what you think was reality was still all fantasy." Amber spoke softly, her voice soothing. Desiree glared at his wife in angry confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Watch. It was all a fantasy." Amber pushed a button on the remote and the video began to whir in the machine.

Desiree watched spellbound as everything he could not see during the night was revealed to him. During the whole thing Amber had been in the shed, she had been the one touching him, sucking his nipples, using the strap-on dildo to fuck his mouth and his ass. He couldn't help but laugh uproariously when he saw his wife with a fake mustache glued in place. The cock he had felt in his mouth had been the condom sheathed strap-on, the cum simply warmed k-y jelly. All the while Joy and Dan had provided only the voices and half the time had not even been watching.

The only time Joy had directly participated was near the end when she had fucked his mouth with the dildo because Amber could not be in two places at once. Even though he watched the video, it was difficult to believe that he had been so thoroughly fooled and realized just how powerfully he had wanted this fantasy...enough to convince himself that it was becoming reality and to lose himself in it completely.

The doubts and self-recriminations after-the-fact left him and he felt a surge of excitement fill him. Amber did confirm that the whole thing had been sent out onto the net and even now he had more than twenty emails from watchers. The thought that people had watched and had written to him enflamed him and he hoped Amber was not too tired and wouldn't get sore because he planned to bring some of her fantasies to life over and over. First he was going to tie her up in the shed and then...... THE END

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

I am a genetic female and an admirer of CDs. At the top of the list is my B/F, who is the inspiration for my stories. This story is long but hopefully worth it.

If you enjoyed it, please send feedback to tastefullytrans@yahoo.com. I also write completely customized stories.