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It didn't take my Mistress too long to complete my feminization and training, after all, that is what I originally wanted. But the process had taken several strange turns and now I was beginning to have many reservations.
First of all, the aerobic regimen which she had placed me on had resulted in more weight loss than I thought was good for me. Although I am 5'8" and originally weighed 160 pounds, she had reduced my weight to a svelte 135 pounds. I hadn't weighed this little since the eighth grade. Although not buxom by any stretch of the imagination, the combination of diet and exercise had resulted in measurements of 36-27-35 and I fully filled up the b cups on my bra, all without hormones or implants.
Mistress Johanna had already taken me to fashionable shops in the mall where I was fitted for my new wardrobe. After all, when her transformation process was complete, I would resign from my management position and begin working for her sister's clothing company as an executive secretary. I now had a complete, career girl's wardrobe which I was probably going to spend the rest of my working life in, tailored suits and formal dresses.
It was late on Friday evening, I had just finished clearing the supper table when my Mistress summoned me to the living room where she announced that she gas taking me to a party tomorrow evening at Master Wilson's home where she was going to proudly introduce me to her circle of friends, exhibiting my form to them for their approval, and later, their use and pleasure. To me, their use and pleasure, sounded very ominous, but since I had yet to attend one of these parties, I really didn't know what to expect.
The next day I completed all of my chores early and my Mistress had secured me in my cell in the basement with the instructions to prepare myself for my big coming out party. This I did by shaving everywhere extra carefully. As Mistress Johanna was kind enough to have had my hair cut yesterday, all I did was style it for the best effect.
As I continued with this process, I heard the cell door open and my Mistress left several packages on my bed. She instructed me to wear everything that she had selected for me. In the boxes were contained a pure white Victoria's Secret merry widow, garters, matching panties (with the explicit instructions that they were only to be worn over my garters at all times. In addition, a very sheer white chemise was included as well as a beautiful white silk blouse, a sequined miniskirt, and a pair of black patent leather pumps with what looked like 5" heels.
Her instructions to me included that I was to apply my makeup in a fashion that was very provocative and sexy as I would be competing for the attention of the other Masters and Mistresses with other slaves, some who were TVs like myself, some TSs, as well as real females. This I did following the instructions from a self help video which had been given to me. When I was done, I looked as feminine as I ever had and proceeded to finish getting dressed.
At 7:30, the appointed time, Mistress Johanna came for me as the limo, which would transport us to the party, had arrived. Before leaving my cell, Mistress Johanna secured a slave collar around my neck and attached it to a chain and proceeded to pull me out to the waiting limo. Once inside the limo, she proceeded to spray additional perfume on me and worked on fixing my hair a bit. It did not take very long to arrive at Master Wilson's huge home. In fact the driveway was filled with expensive cars and other limos. As a result, Mistress Johanna instructed the driver to drop us off at the bottom of the driveway and she would walk me up the driveway to the party.
Master Wilson, a tall, heavy set man, stood by the double doors, greeting everyone who entered
"Mistress Johanna, welcome. What do we have here, a new slave? She is very pretty."
"Thank you Master Wilson, and thank you for inviting us to your party. It looks quite happening," she replied.
"You need to check out the refurbished playroom," he replied. "I've added many new toys and restraining devices, one of which I sure that your slave will enjoy. She is very pretty and I hope that you are going to share her amongst the other guests."
"Most certainly, that's the plan."
"And by the way my little pet, what is your name?"
Not knowing if I was allowed to speak, I awaited a signal from Mistress Johanna before replying. "Answer up my dear was her command."
"My name is Erika and I am the chained slave of Mistress Johanna."
"A very proper reply, my dear."
I could see that my Mistress was very pleased with my response.
With that we left the foyer and proceeded to the expansive playroom. Along the way, I passed many of the guests and became aware that most of the men and many of the women were glancing my way. I tried to smile to each, acknowledging their attention.
Then my Mistress began pulling me to the far side of the room, apparently she found something which caught her attention. It was a small closet which appeared to be built out from the wall. It was about three feet wide and deep. On each of the sides was a fur tufted hole, about waist high, and above the hole was a window which was angled in so if someone was positioned in front of the hole on each side, they could look inside the tiny room.
Then my Mistress opened the door facing us, and the function of the room quickly became obvious to me. A board ran from side to side, positioned about 3 inches below each hole. At one end of the board, there was a 3" diameter hole, the same diameter as the hole on each side wall and below that hole was a collection vessel. At each end were restraints and cushions so that the slave could be positioned and strapped in, allowing for very little movement.
In front of the whole room, my Mistress instructed me to remove my panties as I would not be needing them for a while, and then I was told to enter the chamber and straddle the platform. Without thinking, I followed blindly, knowing that the consequences of not obeying would result in much pain, and eventual submission anyway. I had figured out the purpose of this device and knew that there was no escape, that the purpose of the device would be to allow the guests to ravage my mouth and asshole at the same time. Given the design of the room, the two guests would be able to view each other's pleasure, as well as my own humiliation, pain, and submission.
As I was positioned on the platform a dildo like device was inserted into each hole to assist in lining up my orifices for proper operation. Before the rear dildo was inserted, I felt hands lift up my ass and placed my semi excited cock into the hole in the platform above the collection vessel. When that was completed, I felt my lip being pursed up to the front wall, and my ass cheeks to the rear wall. When all of the adjustments were made, the door was closed and the room got darker. Both dildos remained inserted and I could barely wiggle within my restraints. My mind, somewhat in a daze, began to wander as I tried to figure out just how many guests would take advantage of me while I remained in this position.
What I didn't know was that my pretty white panties were now hung on a hook on the outside of the door, signaling that a receptacle for pleasure has been installed into the "cucking and fucking chamber." Immediately lines formed at both ends as my Mistress instructed those guests on line that if they wished to use the device, that they would have to use a condom for the protection of her valuable property, and that ones would be provided if the guest didn't have one.
First the hard front dildo was removed, then the one from my ass. Although I could not hear what was being said, there was a commotion on both sides of the chamber. It took about a minute or two before I began to feel a probing at my rear as the first guest was trying to find the target. Soon thereafter came the initial violation of my mouth. Immediately I new that this was going to be very difficult since the first guest was wearing a lubricated condom and the combination of the taste of the lubricant, mixed with the taste of latex was revolting. With nothing left but to submit, I allowed the slippery tool to invade my mouth. I started to gag, but before I could respond, the invader at the rear found the target, and my virgin asshole was forced to split for the very first time.
I didn't know what was worse, the taste or the pain, but now I was in a position where I could not resist. No code words could be heard, nothing.
All I could hear were the grunts of the patrons as they pumped away at both ends. It didn't take either long to climax, the first to come was the guest whose tool was in my mouth. The guest at the rear, seeing his face through the windows, knew that his compatriot had come, and soon he did as well. I was getting it at both ends, simultaneously, the ultimate feminine humiliation. They continued to pump away until their mechanical passion was spent, and I felt both instruments of torture being removed from my orifices.
It didn't take long for the next invader to step up to the box and to attack the anonymous hole. This process was repeated so many times that I quickly lost track of both time as well as the number of cocks which I had been forced to accommodate. It didn't take long to work up a sweat and the inside of the chamber became almost unbearable. It didn't take very long for me to adjust to the pain at my asshole, but I just couldn't get used to the awful, slippery taste in my mouth, it was so revolting, although I was thankful for the protection. I tried to calculate how much cum would have been in my belly by now if my attackers were not so equipped.
So preoccupied that I was with the cocks in my mouth and asshole, I didn't realize how large and stiff my own cock had gotten, in fact the tip was now touching the rim of the collection vessel. That sensation felt nice, but I could only enjoy it during the few times when I was not being ravaged at both ends.
Finally the attacks stopped and for the first time in what I figured to be over an hour, I was able to take a deep breath. Finally the door to the chamber was opened and I was released from my restraints. Mistress Johanna handed me back my panties, but before doing so, she removed a large amount of currency. The guest had paid her for the privilege of plugging me, and Master Wilson came over to get his cut of the action.
"Erika, how did you like the sucking and fucking chamber?" asked Master Wilson. "Isn't it a wonderful device for a girl like you who loves cock?"
"Yes Master Wilson, I found the experience to be both humiliating, exciting, and rewarding. I hope that you will use me again in it."
"Very good my dear, I will have to ask Mistress Johanna if that will be alright with her. All of the guests were very satisfied with your performance, at both ends."
As he said that I realized just how sore I was. My tight little asshole was now in shambles as I could hardly walk. It would never be the same after being ravaged as it had been over the last hour or so.
"As far as I'm concerned Master Wilson, you can use Erika any time you wish as I can always use extra spending money. This will be great training for her and I'm sure that she will continue to enjoy it."
With that, I put on my panties and Mistress Johanna connected her chain to my collar. Then the collection vessel was removed from the chamber, and there was a small amount of liquid on the bottom of the jar. Master Wilson poured it into a shot glass and handed it to me.
"Drink this my dear, experience the taste sensation which you missed due to the precautions that we are forced to take in this day and age."
With that, I was forced to drink my own cum. It tasted very salty, although much better than the foul taste of the lubricant. I only wished that I could have been ravaged by only one guest, and that I could have tasted his cum while in the chamber.
The rest of the evening other guests came up to me and complimented me on my abilities to give head. The only thing was, I didn't know if their's was the first cock or the last.