I must have been around thirteen years old when our parents decided I was now old enough to be their unpaid baby-sitter. So, when they went out, I would be left in charge of my sisters Diane and Kate.

My oldest sister, Diane, quickly realized this was to her advantage. As soon as our parents left she would begin to plan what we would do for the evening. "Let's watch TV," she'd say, even though she knew it was not allowed until after dinner, or, "let's go to the creek," although our parents had forbidden us from exposing Kate to the dangers of the creek bank.

If mom and dad came home and caught us engaged in prohibited activities, I was the one who got punished, because I was in charge while they were gone. On the other hand, if I refused to humor Diane, she'd threaten to say I had been mean to them, had beaten them up, or had engaged in other offenses which were sure to get me in trouble. Needless to say, I hated those baby-sitting sessions. No matter what I did, I was likely to be in hot water. So under the circumstances what could I do? Usually, I chose some pastime which was nearly undetectable and more or less safe, like watching TV or "playing doctor".

Since I was twelve years old and entering puberty, I was always ready to "play doctor" with my sisters. I would only agree to let them watch TV after I had examined their genitals, got them to touch, lick, or suck on my cock, or conducted other experiments with them. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I was a randy adolescent and couldn't resist.

This went on for some time, until one day when I went too far with one of my experiments and ended a hot session of cock-sucking by pissing in Diane's mouth.

To say Diane was outraged is an understatement. She was furious! She swore she'd get even with me and promised to tell mom and dad about how I had made them "play doctor". She said she hoped mom and dad would beat me. She insisted she wanted me dead and screamed that she would never forgive me. In short, she nearly scared me to death.

Of course I apologized. I was terrified! I offered to do anything she wanted. I promised to take her to the creek whenever she asked. I offered to give her my allowance for the next ten years. I even pledged to take her whippings for her. But nothing would do. Diane was determined to take revenge, and I knew I was in big trouble.

So, when the folks came home, I hid outside the house where I was sure they wouldn't find me. I listened from behind the bushes under the living room window while my sister told the story of my depravity to our parents in hideous detail. Eventually, she was sent to her room so mom and dad could talk.

Mom was so angry she started to yell at dad. For some reason, she insisted this was "his fault". I was surprised to hear dad defend me as he pointed out he had warned that I was too young to be left in charge of the girls.

Mom insisted something had to be done. I must be punished severely. They had to "teach me a lesson I would never forget".

Eventually dad agreed I must be punished; but he insisted severe punishment wasn't the answer. The situation was at least partly their fault, he claimed, because they should have hired a mature sitter rather than have me baby-sit in the first place.

As the argument wound down I realized dad had won. Even though mom sounded furious, and Diane was still crying in her room, it was clear that dad wouldn't agree to any severe punishment. For the first time in an hour I could breathe again without the fear that the sound of my breath would lead someone to find and kill me!

Once the decision was reached, Dad said he would find me while mom handled my sisters. While mom went to the girl's room, dad came outside. You can imagine my surprise when seconds later I heard his voice near the bush where I was hiding: "Young man, you have two seconds to come out from behind that bush or I'll let your mother handle your punishment!"

I made it out from behind the bush in record time. I'd heard enough to know I was better off with dad handling my punishment than with mom. (I never did figure out how dad knew where I was hiding.)

In addition to a whipping and a lecture, dad grounded me for a month. Dad's whippings weren't that bad, because he never lost his temper like mom did. The tough part was the lecture. I learned how disappointed he was and how I had let him down. Being grounded, on the other hand, was a mercy, because it meant contact with mom would be limited until she'd had a chance to cool off.

It was after dad left for his next trip that we had our first occasion to have a sitter. Mom belonged to a sorority and once a month they combined a meeting with a "girls' night out". Mom arranged for the sixteen-year-old daughter of a sorority sister to stay with us while she and her friends went out.

Mom told us at dinner one evening that she'd be going out the next night and had hired a baby-sitter to stay with us. The tone of her voice and the look she gave me made it clear she had not forgiven my abusing my sisters. I could see the fury in her eyes, and knew I had better be on my best behavior or I would be in real trouble.

When the sitter arrived, she turned out to be what we would now call a "stone fox". At five-foot five, Rhonda had silky-straight brunette hair, large perky breasts, an hour-glass figure, a perfect heart-shaped ass, large almond-shaped blue eyes, and a face that was pretty enough to grace the cover of "Seventeen".

Rhonda served us dinner while mom dressed to leave. She told her my sisters were to be in bed by eight and I was grounded because I had abused them. I was to stay in my room without TV until bed-time at 10:00. She went on to explain that I still wet the bed and should have nothing to drink after supper. She also asked Rhonda to wake me up and take me to the bathroom at midnight if she wasn't home by then.

I was so humiliated by this exchange that my face must have blushed ten shades of red. I found myself wishing God would strike me dead where I sat. I couldn't believe mom had told this girl, who was just three years ahead of me at my school, that I was a bed-wetter! How would I ever be able to show my face at school again?

I could tell from Rhonda's amused expression that she was secretly enjoying my embarrassment. I knew I'd be sorry she knew these things, but what could I do? I was at mom's mercy, and she wasn't feeling very merciful to me at that point.

Mom's last words to me as she left the house had an ominous ring: "You had better be on your best behavior this evening, young man, and do what Rhonda says. If I hear otherwise, you may just find yourself spending the whole summer in your room!"

When dinner was over, I cleaned up the dishes - my chore for the week - and then retreated to my room. I wanted as little contact with this girl as possible. I consoled myself by thinking that if she didn't see me, she might forget what she had been told.

After about an hour I noticed the aroma of baking coming from the kitchen. When I opened my door to check it out, I realized Rhonda and Diane were busy making cookies. My room was near the kitchen, and the door wasn't open long before I realized Diane was telling the story of my abuse of her and Kate in the same detail she had told it to mom and dad.

Great! Now Rhonda didn't just know that I was a bed-wetter who abused my sisters; she also knew the extent of that abuse. I'd never be able to face this girl again.

I closed the door, and as I lay on the bed and played with my always-hard cock, I began to think about what I could possibly do to correct this situation. I could wait until the girls were in bed and approach Rhonda about the things she'd heard. I could beg her to keep my secrets and promise to do anything she wanted. I could deny the whole story and call Diane a liar. I could...

Suddenly the door to my room opened and there stood Rhonda. She smiled and gave me a look that seemed to say, "I've got you where I want you, boy, because I know all sorts of things that can ruin your life. You'll do anything I want, because you don't have any choice." But her soft, sexy voice only said, "would you like to share cookies and milk after I put the girls to bed?"

Before I could overcome the shock of having Rhonda in my room, or put my plainly-visible cock away, or think about the fact that what she asked was the last thing I expected, I heard myself answering, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." She smiled again as if to say "I knew you wouldn't say 'no', and glanced at the hand wrapped around my hard cock. Then she said slowly, "I would advise you to put that away . . . until later," and she was gone before I could collect my thoughts.

Oh, God! Rhonda had caught me jerking off and acted as nonchalant as if she had caught me brushing my teeth. If she told mom about this I was in BIG trouble!

For the next hour I listened to the sounds of her putting my sisters to bed. She dressed them, laughed with them, and read them a story before saying "goodnight". Shortly before nine, she entered my room again and asked me into the kitchen.

Rhonda wasted no time in getting to the point. As I ate a cookie, she said, "You know, if the cops found out what you did to your sisters, they'd probably send you to reform school." The threat was clear.

The cookie suddenly stuck in my mouth. I didn't know what to say. "Imagine what the kids at school would say if they knew you still wet the bed," she gloated.

Again I was silent. Both my mouth and my voice box seemed paralyzed. "And how would your mom and the girls at school react if I told them that when I went to your room to say, 'goodnight,' I found you playing with yourself?"

Still I was silent. I felt humiliated, cornered and was in a panic. I didn't know what to say. "What's the matter, little man? Cat got your tongue? You'd better answer me or I'll start calling my girl friends now!" With that she picked up the phone.

"No!" I shouted, "Please don't tell anyone, Rhonda. I promise. I'll do anything you say. Just please, Please, PLEASE don't tell anyone!", I begged.

"Prove it," she demanded. "Stand up and I want to see you jerk that thing until it squirts. Do it fast, and do it NOW!"

I practically ripped open my pajamas in my rush to play with my cock. All I had to do was wrap my hand around it before it stood up at full attention, as usual. While Rhonda watched in fascination, I stroked my tool with abandon. My only goal was to make it shoot as ordered by the leering baby-sitter across the table. Within a minute the humiliation became too much for me and I could feel my balls start to boil.

Realizing what was about to happen, Rhonda was quick to react. In one move she grabbed the plate of cookies from the table and held them under my ready-to-explode cock. "Don't you dare make a mess," she threatened, "Put it on the cookies."

And I did. Within seconds the whole plate of cookies was covered with creamy white frosting and I collapsed into the chair I'd been sitting in just two minutes ago.

Rhonda smiled, glanced down at the plate of cookies on the table in front of me and ordered me to eat them before I could catch my breath. "Eat them all and do it now!" she demanded. Knowing I had no choice, I picked up the first cookie and bit into it. When I felt the slime running down my throat, I thought I'd be sick, but the taste of the cookie seemed to help and before long I'd finished off the first one and was reaching for another.

Rhonda enjoyed my humiliation so much she reached under her skirt and started to stroke her pussy. "Hurry and finish your snack, boy," she ordered. "I've got something even sweeter for you to eat when you're done with that."

As I reached for the last cookie, Rhonda stood and removed her lace panties. "Put these on," she ordered. "Then meet me in the den."

I didn't really want to wear her frilly panties, but I knew I didn't actually have any alternative. So, I slipped them on over my still-hard cock and followed her.

By the time I reached the den, Rhonda was already naked and mauling her pussy with her fingers. "Lay down," she ordered, pointing to several towels she had spread on the floor; and I did so without hesitation. Squatting over my face, Rhonda pointed to the fleshy spot at the top of her pussy and said, "Stick your tongue out as far as possible and keep licking and sucking on this thing right here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am", I responded.

For the next hour, Rhonda rode my face like she'd been doing this forever. Sometimes she rubbed her clit clear up over my nose so that my tongue was licking the lips and inside of her pussy, other times she allowed me to lick and suck on it directly. If I acted tired or didn't use my tongue as she liked, she'd grab my balls and squeeze or twist them to encourage me.

At one point she dropped her pussy over my nose and covered my mouth with her perfect ass. "Stick your tongue inside, boy" she demanded. "I want to feel it wiggling deep in my ass." When I didn't obey her order fast enough she gave my balls a vicious jerk and a painful squeeze. "Get busy!" she demanded.

And I did. Pushing my tongue past her rosebud was tough, but the harder I tried the more she moaned, and the more she moaned the harder I tried. Soon my tongue was wiggling inside of her and I was enjoying my first taste of her delicious ass.

The ass-licking lasted just a few minutes and then Rhonda went back to having me lick her sweet-tasting treasure. She would periodically collapse on my face for a minute or two before resuming her movements. Over the course of the hour, she had what I now realize must have been at least a half-dozen orgasms.

When she was finally satisfied, my nose felt like she had used sandpaper on it. My tongue felt like it was ready to fall out and my whole face smelled like her pussy! After her final collapse on my face, she sat straight up one more time, looked down at me with a strange sparkle in her eye, and ordered me to "Open wide and swallow fast!"

Without further warning she began to release a steady stream of piss into my mouth. Although I gagged at the taste, I tried desperately to swallow it, and mostly I succeeded. When she had finished, she smiled and said "That was a gift from Diane."

I knew I'd had it coming.

"Time for bed, young man," she said in her most patronizing tone. "Be sure to leave my panties here. By the way, don't bother to use the bathroom before bed. Rhonda would just LOVE to put her little pussy slave in diapers the next time I babysit."

Her last words rang in my ears as I went off to bed. "Next time..." This was just our first visit from Rhonda. What would the future hold?

* * *

Of course, I did wet the bed that night and mom was mad as hell the next day. But I had stayed up late, and Rhonda did force me to drink a glass of milk as well as her golden wine, and she never did take me to the bathroom. Plus, I had lots of things to worry about that night. So, what would you expect?

Over the next week, I avoided Rhonda at school. If I saw her in the hall, I quickly ducked into a classroom or restroom. I figured if she didn't see me she might forget what she knew, but I couldn't have been more wrong!

That week I began finding unsigned notes in various female hands stuffed through the vents of my locker. Among the notes I recall were:

"Do you really eat your own cum? How does it taste?"

"I hear you have a MAGIC tongue. Is it true?"

"If I was your sitter, I'd make you pull your pud -- off!"

"Bedwetting babies should always wear diapers!"

"Practice makes perfect. Keep practicing, ASS LICKER!"

and one note written on stained toilet paper read:

"Toilet Mouth: Where were you when I needed you?

I threw the notes away, but it didn't help. I began to think that Rhonda had told every girl at school my secrets. Each time I heard girls giggling in the hall I couldn't help but cringe and imagine that they were laughing at me.

What was I to do?

A week later mom announced that Rhonda would be sitting again. Rhonda would stay at our house all night Friday. The folks planned to return Saturday evening.

When Rhonda arrived on Friday, she brought her red-haired, freckle-faced girlfriend Michelle along.

"The girls need to study for a test," Mom explained, "so I agreed to let Michelle stay with Rhonda tonight."

While we ate dinner, mom gave Rhonda instructions.

"Bed time for the girls is nine," she said "and he should be in bed by ten. He's still grounded so he's not to leave his room and he gets absolutely nothing to drink before bed. The last time you stayed with them he wet the bed even after you woke him!"

"Don't worry," Rhonda said sympathetically, "I'm sure his bed won't be wet tonight."

I cringed as I saw her wink at Michelle.

At 6:30 p.m. the folks left and I returned to my room. The next two hours were quiet except when Rhonda popped in, smiled, and said, "Michelle and I have big plans for you after the girls are in bed."

By 8:30 the nightly bedtime ritual began and I heard Rhonda giving the girls baths and choosing a story to be read. While this was going on, I figured it was safe to play with my cock and that's exactly what I was doing when Michelle suddenly opened the door and barged into my room.

Without missing a beat she said, "Well, Rhonda was RIGHT. She said I'd probably catch you jerking off. Now we've both caught you doing it!"

That said, she handed me a glass which she carried in her hand and sitting down on my desk chair she ordered me to continue. "Go ahead. Fill it up," she demanded, "We're going to need lots of syrup for your ice cream."

What could I do? The beautiful red-headed teenager had caught me on flagrant display so to speak and she wasn't in the mood to take "No" for an answer. Since she'd had literally caught me with cock in hand, there was no doubt she could make big trouble for me if I refused to do what she ordered.

So, I continued to abuse my friend while the fascinated mini-skirted teenager watched with her mouth half open.

"Don't you dare let that thing squirt without putting every single drop in the glass," she ordered, "Rhonda and I will want to watch you eat it all later."

The thought of being forced to eat my own cum while the girls witnessed my humiliation was too much for me to bear. Within seconds my balls began to boil, and as my red-headed tormentor smiled at me I closed my eyes, gasped, and started filling the glass with spunk.

Over the next few seconds I milked what felt like a quart of cum from my cock into the glass; but when I finally opened my eyes and checked there were just a few tablespoons collected.

"Good girl," Michelle cooed as she removed the glass from my hand. "Now concentrate on building up another load 'cause we'll need more than this for your dessert."

With that, Michelle gave me a long red ribbon, a pair of red panties with lace trim down the back and a matching red bra. "Tie one end of this chastity ribbon around your 'thing'" she ordered, "then put the bra and panties on and leave the ribbon hanging out over your waistband."

After I donned the panties and bra, she gave me a red lace negligee saying, "This nightie will make your outfit complete. Now behave, little girl. Rhonda and I will be back later."

The ritual in the girl's room went on for a while after that. Meanwhile, I laid in bed in my feminine frillies worrying about what Rhonda and Michelle were planning.

Eventually the sounds from my sisters' room ended and things in the house got quiet. I had begun to hope my teenage dominas had forgotten me when I heard the doorbell ring and figured they had ordered a pizza.

It didn't take long to conclude my assumption was wrong because the noise level in the house suddenly increased dramatically. I started to worry when I realized I was hearing several female voices but panicked when I heard males speak too!

When Rhonda and Michelle entered my room several minutes later, they were accompanied by five giggling girls dressed in pajamas, nightgowns, and negligees. "We're having a slumber party, sissy boy" Rhonda said as she jerked away my bedcovers to reveal my red outfit, "and YOU are the guest of honor!"

I'm sure the color in my cheeks must have matched the red of my lingerie as the laughing and pointing group of teenage girls saw me in feminine attire.

"She looks so CUTE!" laughed the big-breasted Melissa.

"Won't the boys just LOVE her outfit?" giggled Wendy.

"That negligee looks better on her than it does on me," complained the beautiful black girl named Karen.

"She definitely needs some makeup," exclaimed Alex.

"And let's fix her hair," suggested Leah.

For several minutes I was surrounded by girls as they put my hair in pigtails with red ribbons and painted my face with eyebrow pencil, mascara, eyeliner, shadow, lipstick, and blush. When they showed me my face, I couldn't believe the cute girl in the mirror was me!

"Our new boy-girl needs a name," laughed Melissa

"Let's call her Sissy" giggled Karen.

"That's perfect!" Rhonda cried. "Come along, Sissy" she ordered as she grabbed the end of my long red ribbon and lead me down to our basement family room.

As we entered the room I was mortified to see two boys I knew from school. One was Captain of the wrestling team, a muscular senior named Mike. The other was a tall black youth and star center of the school basketball team named Jessie.

The humiliation of this situation was so painful it was more than I could handle and I began to cry in shame. To make matters worse, I was embarrassed to realize that my cock was stiffening from Rhonda's pull on the ribbon.

"It's time for dessert," Rhonda said as we entered the basement. "Alex, Melissa, come help me serve the ice cream while Sissy amuses our friends."

"We'll definitely need more syrup for your dessert Sissy," Michelle laughed as she handed me the glass I'd used earlier. "Come on now. Show our friends your special technique for making ice cream topping."

With that, Karen and Wendy pulled down my panties and the audience murmured their approval as my disloyal member celebrated its freedom by standing up and waving the red ribbon around proudly.

"Get busy, slut," ordered Leah, "your ice cream treat will be here shortly."

Realizing that I didn't have any choice in the matter, I started stroking my boyhood as the girls egged me on.

"Hurry up and make it squirt," demanded Karen.

"Go girl, make that hard thing soft again," laughed Leah.

"Come on, Sissy, fill up your glass," insisted Wendy.

"Don't worry," said Michelle, "If she can't fill it, I'm sure the boys will be happy to provide enough syrup to make her dessert REALLY special!"

That thought was just too much for me and my disloyal penis suddenly betrayed me by adding a small amount of additional cum to the quantity already in the glass.

"Sissy's supply of syrup seems to be running low," Karen laughed, "I hope you boys can help."

"Get over here, Sissy," Mike commanded as he pulled his hard tool from his pants, "I can help fill your glass!"

"Show Mike your favorite wrestling hold, Sissy," Michelle giggled as I knelt before the wrestler, "Let's see your lip-lock in action."

Instantly the wrestler grabbed my pigtails and pulled my mouth toward his cock. "Open wide, slut," he ordered.

The idea of sucking the wrestler's cock with my schoolmates watching was just too much to accept and I futilely tried to avoid this new degradation by pleading, "No, please!"

"Get busy, girl," demanded Michelle as she grabbed my balls, "or you'll spend the rest of your life as a soprano."

So, having no other choice I found myself orally servicing the muscular athlete as the wrestler pulled painfully on my hair and his hard meat pushed eagerly at the back of my throat.

"The slut certainly has good cock sucking technique," laughed Leah as she watched from the sofa, "be sure she doesn't swallow her syrup before her ice cream arrives, Mike."

"Here it comes," Mike groaned as he quickly pulled out of my mouth and milked his juices into the rapidly filling glass which was now being held by Karen.

The room suddenly erupted in applause as the success of my first cock sucking experience became obvious. I must have blushed fifteen shades of red!

"Get the bitch over here," moaned Jessie, as he watched Mike fill the glass and stroked his own meat, "I've got a big deposit to make in her sperm bank."

Within seconds several sets of female hands were pulling me over to the tall black youth whose huge penis looked like it would choke me to death! Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees again and the long black phallus was pushing between my lips.

"Come to Jessie, you little cock sucker," demanded the athlete, "You'll just love swallowing my black sword!"

"Go on, white bitch," demanded Karen, "give my boy Jessie a blow job he'll remember for the rest of his life!"

As Jessie began pushing his cock into my mouth with a timeless rhythm, the audience began to clap and chant, "Go, Go, Go!" in cadence with his deep-throat thrusts.

"I can just imagine what her trips to the restroom and the boys locker room at school will be like from now on," giggled Leah.

"You can say THAT again," laughed Mike, "Sissy will DEFINITELY be the most popular boy in school from now on!"

In less than a minute, Jessie rewarded my efforts to avoid strangulation with a low moan from deep in his throat, and he suddenly began to fill my mouth with his juices. At that moment Karen twisted my balls savagely and hissed, "Don't you dare swallow, bitch, or I'll take these little jewels home as my personal trophy."

By the time Jessie finished emptying his load, his cum was running out the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin; but I obeyed Karen's order and didn't swallow a drop. I realized she really didn't want to miss any when I felt her holding the glass under my chin.

"Open wide slut," she ordered, "and you'd better put every drop in this glass or next time we'll arrange for you to blow the whole damned basketball team!"

As I added Jessie's spunk to the nearly half-full glass, Rhonda cried out, "Way to go, Sissy!" from the bottom of the stairs and I realized that my dessert had finally arrived.

"Quick, Karen, pour it over Sissy's dish. Let's all watch her enjoy her Hot Cum Sundae," Alex gloated. Time ran in slow motion as the huge supply of white syrup flowed from the glass onto my bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Go on girl. Eat it up," Melissa demanded, "You don't want your special dessert to melt or go to waste, do you?"

I ate my 'special treat' in total degradation while seven girls and both sperm donors watched and laughed their asses off.

"If the kids at school could only see her now!" giggled Michelle.

"You're right. This is great" replied Karen. "We'll have to arrange for Sissy to entertain at ALL our parties."

After I finished my dessert, Karen removed her panties and ordered me down between her legs, "Get busy, with that tongue bitch. I'm horny as hell," she commanded as she grabbed my beribboned pigtails.

Her curly nest was as tasty as the sweetest brown sugar and I lapped at her delicious fountain with delight for several minutes.

After Karen had managed to cum twice, she jerked on my pigtails and passed me over to Michelle who quickly pushed me onto my back.

"Ride-em cowgirl!" Alex yelled as Michelle ground her clit into my nose and I licked the lips of her free-flowing pussy.

"Show the slut how a girl eats pussy," Wendy coached from the sofa.

"Suck hard on my clit," Michelle instructed as she slid off my nose, "Now, s-l-o-w-l-y roll the tip of your tongue around the edge of it, then push back inside as far as you can reach while I s-l-i-d-e my clit back up over your nose."

"That's it!" she barked as her eyes glazed over, "You've got the moves right. Now KEEP doing it just like that!"

In under five minutes, Michelle shrieked in ecstasy and collapsed on my head in exhaustion. She was replaced by Wendy who wanted the relief she knew my mouth could give.

As Wendy tried hard to grind my nose to a bloody pulp, I felt two sets of hands caressing my cock and squeezing my balls. "Come on, Sissy, get it up for me," Alex pleaded, "I want to play 'hide the weenie' with you."

Within seconds, my member was stiff as a board and Alex was facing my feet and riding it hard, while Wendy rode my face to completion. I assumed Alex was tiring when she grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled them up under her arm pits, so you can imagine my shock when I suddenly felt something cold being pressed against my ass.

"Mrrmpfh," I complained, "leempf mbee allommm!"

"What did she say?" Melissa giggled as she pulled, twisted and squeezed my balls.

I think she said, "More, please, more." Rhonda replied.

"Oh great," cried Leah. "That's JUST what I hoped she'd say. Sissy, I sure hope you LIKE summer sausage," she said as she forced the painfully large intruder deep into my virgin ass.

"Now he knows how his sisters felt when he made them suck his dick," cried Rhonda as she watched the action.

"Not quite," said Wendy as she settled her pussy over my lips, "but she will soon. I hope you're thirsty, Sissy." And at that moment a flood of hot piss hit my tonsils.

To avoid literally drowning, I had no choice but to swallow every drop while Rhonda, Michelle, Karen, Mike and Jessie laughed and applauded the action.

"See, I SAID she was a real toilet mouth!" Rhonda giggled from her perch on the stairs, "Hurry up, Wendy, 'cause I need to use the toilet as soon as you're done with it."

"Me too," shouted Melissa.

"That makes three of us who can't wait," laughed Karen.

"Four," added Mike.

"Five," chimed in Jessie.

"Six," exclaimed Alex.

"Seven," continued Leah.

"Eight," concluded Michelle.

"Nine!" shouted my sister Diane from the stairs.

For a moment the room froze and fell completely silent. Then Rhonda clapped her hands and threw her arms around Diane. "Why not?" she demanded, "after all, Diane's the one who was ACTUALLY mistreated."

Suddenly everyone was agreeing with her and Wendy raised up to make room for Rhonda, calling, "Next!"

During the next hour I must have drunk a gallon of piss. I also licked and cleaned several foul smelling ass holes and sucked cum from penis and pussy alike. But finally I saw Diane's familiar blonde-covered snatch straddling my chest and realized with unspoken gratitude that I was at last nearing the end of my ordeal.

Diane looked down as she straddled my chest with an evil grin. "I told you I'd get even with you, you toilet-mouthed bastard," she said glaring at me. Now it's MY turn to show you what it feels like. I have something REAL special for you."

At that moment, Diane began rising up toward my face, and I realized with absolute horror that she had a white string hanging out of her pussy! She smiled again as she looked at me and reached under her ass from behind to pull down on the short string.

"Here's a special treat for you, toilet," she grinned as she stuffed her red tampon between my lips and sealed my mouth with her pussy. "Wait 'til the girls at school hear about this!" and she flooded my mouth with her pink nectar.

As I submitted to this retribution, I heard Rhonda say to her friends: "I bet it'll be a long time before Sissy abuses another female.".

There isn't much of the story left to tell. After the boys left for home that night and the girls were all ready for bed, they dreamed up a final humiliation for their amusement. While Rhonda snapped pictures with her camera, the other girls took turns powdering my bottom and diapering me in bath towels stuffed with that spun glass Christmas decoration called 'angel hair'.

"This angel-hair stuff itches like crazy," explained Alex evilly, "It will DEFINITELY keep our little angel's attention all night long!"

"We'll have to do something to make sure she remains angelic," responded Leah, "otherwise she might scratch the her 'little thing' off by morning."

After the diaper, they added white lace-trimmed rubber pants with a pink bonnet, and they made me suck on a pacifier - which was tied in place by pulling a pink ribbon behind my head. Then they took more pictures for what they called the "permanent record".

Their next move, was to force my hands together in a single pair of socks and bind my wrists behind my back with a second ribbon. Finally, they tied several strands of ribbon around my legs and ankles and bound my ankles and my penis ribbon to my wrists thus leaving me effectively hog tied.

"These diapers will ensure that you don't wet your bed even if you DO wet yourself, Sissy; and the photos will guarantee that you keep your mouth shut about tonight forever," Rhonda said in a threatening tone. "If you tell anyone about this, you're sure to find these pictures all over the bulletin boards at school and I guarantee they'll be a BIG hit in the school yearbook!"

Needless to say, my bed was dry that night - but my diapers weren't. My captors punished me for that by making me wear a clothes pin on my chastened penis all the next morning.

I guess the real lesson I learned from this experience was not to even think about abusing a girl or woman. I found out the hard way that they can dream up more unpleasant ways to get even with you than you could ever imagine!

I never saw the pictures the girls took, but I know lots of kids at school did because I heard about them countless times. I kept my mouth shut just like Rhonda told me to and never told the story of the babysitter's revenge to anyone - until now.