Subject: STORY-Date Night5
Date: 07 Mar 2000 20:09:39 EST
From: 4play <4playd@comcast.net>
This is the 5th story in the Date Night series. I wrote this story for
the enjoyment of adults only.  Hope you like it.  Please send any
comments to 4playd@comcast.net

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                        DATE NIGHT 5

                        Written by 4play

     In the two weeks that had elapsed since the Mistress Rachel's
wild party, my wife Chris had not mentioned a word about the events
which had transpired there. While she had obviously had a very
exciting time, I had spent much of the party bound and hooded in
what was called the Playroom, but was really a dungeon. My mouth
and ass had been freely utilized by anybody and everybody who cared
to take advantage of my helpless condition. All of the Dom's at the
party had. Even several of the other slaves, following their
Master's or Mistress's directions had used me.

     Mistress Zelda had left her mark, a Z formed on each cheek of
my ass by welts from her whip, on me. The most drastic thing was
having my nipples pierced! The pain had been intense, but
fortunately short lived. My nipple rings were permanently in place,
and I was constantly aware of their presence. The pain was gone,
but I felt them every time I moved and my nipples were kept
constantly erect.

     The welts on my ass were fading and I could now sit without
wincing in pain. My nipples were not completely healed, but with
the care I was giving them, they soon would be. Curiously enough,
Chris had ignored my rings; acting as if they didn't exist. That
was a big relief to me, since I would have died if she had been
using them as a dominance tool during the healing process. That
practice would begin soon enough I assumed, a prospect which both
frightened and excited me.

     My thoughts had become very confused lately and I found it
difficult to decide upon a course of action regarding our marriage.
The submissive fantasies I wanted to act out, which resulted in my
pledge of Date Night slavery, now seemed very tame indeed. Once
Chris had discovered the exhilaration of having unlimited power,
she could not seem to get enough of it. She had constantly pushed
me far beyond any limits I would have established beforehand; had
I even thought to set restrictions on her power. With the benefit
of 20/20 hindsight, I certainly should have!

     One part of me resented the degrading things I'd been forced
to do and wear. Being a sissy sex slave was one thing as a harmless
fantasy; but quite another to endure on what had become a regular
basis. The pain which had seemed so sensuous in my mind; really
hurt in actual practice. Bisexual experiences which had never been
a part of even my wildest flights of imagination, were now quite
routine. More than anything else, being used sexually by other men
had sapped me of my last vestige of manhood.

     I suppose most men would have revolted, and refused to
continue in such a state; but another part of me felt enormously
proud of being a good slave to my beautiful Mistress. I had never
seen her as happy as she was in her role as Mistress Chris. Her
pleasure was worth a lot to me, and made the unbelievably perverse
things required of me to evoke such joy seem worthwhile. The
scariest part was that I was starting to get turned on by
submissively obeying her commands. Somehow it seemed, the more
debasing her demands became; the more excitement I felt carrying
them out. Obedience seemed more crucial than sexual satisfaction,
a situation which made rebellion a possibility that grew fainter as
each day passed.

     Chris and I had always been quite open with each other, freely
discussing everything; but we never talked about the Date Night
experiences. She must have felt that as Mistress Chris she was
entitled to unquestioning obedience, and no explanation was needed.
I was reluctant to bring up the humiliating things I'd been forced
into; feeling that Date Night was better kept separate from the
rest of our life. Strange as it might seem, this unspoken
understanding had enabled us to maintain a normal, loving
relationship except for our bi-monthly wild excursions into kink.

     Even with all of my inner turmoil, I was very agitated today
as tonight was Date Night again. My curiosity about what Chris had
planned was mixed with a sense of dread. Ever since she had brought
other people into our private game, she had increasingly grown more
perverse in her scenarios. Once dressing me as Slut had been a very
occasional thing; now it was required every Date Night. Watching
Masters and other Mistresses in action had seemed to validate her
treatment of me, as well as providing her with a host of new ideas.
I was hoping we would spend this weekend alone; since when Chris
and I played together things didn't get so extreme.

     Chris phoned during her lunch hour and told me to " Get
Ready", which was her way of telling me to be dressed as Slut
before she came home. That simple phrase activated the entire
transformation process; turning me from an average guy into her
sissy sex slave. This involved full body shaving; applying body
lotion and facial makeup; painting toenails and long fake
fingernails to match; and administering an enema to myself; all
before getting into my feminine apparel. The enema had been added
to the routine last Date Night, and while I had thought it an
unnecessary humiliation at the time, it had proved to be a wise
precaution. With my ass being so freely used by so many people it
made sense to have it clean at the start.

     The first parts of the transformation were completed rather
quickly, as I had been getting lots of practice lately. The enema
was more difficult since I had never given myself one before. It
even felt degrading without Chris watching, but that feeling was
rapidly replaced by an overwhelming need to use the toilet. The
surge of relief as my watery burden was ejected almost made it seem
worthwhile to "douche". When my insides were empty, I cleaned
myself up and hurried to don my feminine garments. The worst part
was over.

     My new pink pushİup bra forced my breasts up into real
cleavage without covering the tops, thereby leaving my nipple rings
hang freely. It also hooked in the front, making it easy to put on.
Mistress Chris had thoughtfully purchased it for me after my
piercing. I loved that it eliminated the need for duct tape, but
strongly suspected that she had bought it because it left my nipple
rings totally accessible. The matching lacy panties and garter belt
went on next and then my pink mesh hose. I got my red shoes with
the 3" heels and stepped into them before going to where Chris had
hung my new outfit.

     The white silky blouse was very sheer, nearly transparent and
I knew that Mistress would insist on wearing a slip under it when
she noticed that my nipples and rings were very visible through the
fabric. The pink skirt came half way to the knee, short but a vast
improvement compared to my maid outfit. Both skirt and blouse were
a perfect fit. Mistress Chris had a good eye for sizes!

     I put on my wig and as I brushed it into shape; I stared at
the slutty looking girl in the mirror. It was hard to realize that
this was the same face that had worn a beard for years. Sometimes
I missed my beard very much, but knew that under the current
circumstances there was no chance Mistress would allow me to grow
it back again. For me to even ask for such permission would be
taken as a sign of disrespect, and therefore out of the question.

     Putting such thoughts aside I sprayed on some cheap perfume
and put on the long false fingernails. I was Ready! This time early
enough so I could greet Mistress at the door with a glass of wine.
She would be so pleased by that I knew. I poured the wine ahead of
time and placed it in the refrigerator, knowing that from the Den
window I could see her car approaching from several blocks away and
have ample time to meet her at the door. Being a good slave took
some planning ahead and attention to details.

     Standing by the Den window, so as not to wrinkle my new
outfit, I watched for an hour and a half before I sighted her car
coming down the street. Hurrying to the refrigerator, I retrieved
the previously poured wine and went to stand by the door from the
garage. A few moments Chris walked in, took the proffered wine
glass and said," Thank you Slut, Mistress appreciates that." I
replied," It's my pleasure to serve you Mistress." I helped her out
of her coat and hung it in the closet.  When I returned she
remarked," You look very pretty Slut. I love the way your nipple
rings show through your blouse; very sexy." I had been so sure that
she would make me put on a slip to hide them that I was shocked
that it had been her plan for them to be visible.

     "Draw your Mistress a nice warm bubble bath." She ordered as
she sat down to use the phone. "Yes Mistress." I answered as I left
to obey. When the bath was ready I returned to notify her and found
her on the portable phone. She didn't tell me who she was talking
to, but merely arose and went to the bathroom and closed the door.
As she passed me, she ordered me to start supper. I noticed
immediately that she didn't even tell me what to fix. Usually when
she had me cook for her, she specified what the menu would be.

     In the kitchen, I looked at what was available for cooking on
short notice and decided on fried shrimp. Plugging in the deep
fryer to let it warm up, I prepared her a nice salad and a fresh
roll while I waited. I also fixed myself a salad knowing that she
would be pleased by that. When the grease was hot, I placed the
breaded shrimp into the deep fryer and set the table. When all was
ready, I rapped softly on the bathroom door and announced,"
Mistress your supper awaits." She emerged wearing her elegant robe,
handed me the phone and her wine glass; and went to eat. I replaced
the phone on it's cradle, refilled her glass and went to join her.

     When I set her glass down she said," You'd better eat in the
kitchen Slut; we're going to be around other Dom's tonight and
you'd better get into the slave role early." She noticed my
dejected look and added," You wouldn't want to mess up and have
Mistress Zelda punish you, would you?" I quickly answered," No
Mistress." Just the thought of Mistress Zelda wielding her whip on
me was enough to make me shudder in fear! I took my salad into the
kitchen to eat, while Mistress dined in private. While I missed
being in her company, She was right; I did need to adopt the proper
slave attitude before unwittingly earning punishment.

     Mistress leisurely finished her meal and then went to the
bedroom to get dressed, patting my buns as she passed me. I
understood that I was now free to clean up the kitchen, clear the
table and load the dishwasher. By the time the cleanup was
completed I had only a short wait before Mistress Chris appeared
wearing her fabulous black leather outfit. Her long leather boots
went clear up under her leather skirt and had those wonderful spike
heels. The leather top pushed her breasts up into a most desirable
cleavage. She looked every bit the beautiful Dominatrix who fully
deserved the slave's service I happily provided!

     She lifted her skirt, exposing her bare bottom. She wasn't
any underwear this Date Night either! I fell to my knees and kissed
her magnificent pussy. She lightly caressed my head as I performed
this act of submission saying," You're such a good slave."  I felt
proud to serve this wonderful Mistress. She had me fetch her black
leather coat and my cape. She told me," Mistress Rachel should be
here any minute now. She's picking us up tonight." I thought it
very kind of her to share that information with me.

     Just at that time Mistress Rachel's Car pulled into our
driveway. Slave stepped out dressed in his maid outfit and opened
the front door on the passenger side for Mistress Chris to enter.
I got into the back seat with a man sitting there already; slave
got in the back seat on the driver's seat. Mistress Rachel told
Chris," This is Steve, I met him on the Computer bulletin board and
he wants to become one of my slaves. He's coming along tonight to
see if he is worthy to enter my stable." Chris turned to study him
a bit and said,"Rachel you never fail to amaze me. I don't know if
he has what it takes to be a good slave, but it will be fun to find
out anyway." They both laughed and Mistress Rachel drove off.

     Slave and I looked at our new companion trying to size him up.
We knew that we were not to speak without permission, so I silently
wondered if this poor fool knew what he was letting himself in for.
Every humane instinct in my soul wanted to cry out, " Run for it
while you can Steve!" Instead, we just sat in passive silence as we
drove through the suburban streets toward our unknown destination.

     Mistress Rachel pulled into the driveway of a ranch house
typical for the suburban area. Slave and I quickly got out of the
car and opened the doors for our Mistresses. Steve just sat waiting
for someone to tell him what to do. Mistress Rachel said," Come
Steve." and walked up to the front door of the house. Steve
followed her and Mistress Chris, while Slave and I brought the
Mistresses toy bags and another suitcase from the trunk along with
us.

     Slave M was at the door, again totally naked, and welcomed us
to Master Jack's home. I didn't like this idea at all; Master Jack
seemed the most menacing of all the Dom's I'd met so far. In his
own domain he wouldn't feel the constraints of being a guest and
could let his imagination run wild. M showed us where to hang our
Mistresses coats and store our baggage, then escorted us into the
Living Room. Master Jack and Mistresses Rachel and Chris were
looking Steve over carefully as we entered the room. We went to
each of them and kissed their feet as a sign of our submissiveness;
an act that seemed to bewilder Steve. He still had a lot to learn!

     Master Jack said," It's difficult to picture this as a slave
with those clothes on." Mistress Rachel agreed with that assessment
and ordered," Slut and M take this apprentice slave into the other
room and get him suitable for presentation. You'll find everything
you'll need in my suitcase." M took Steve's hand and led him away
while I retrieved the suitcase and followed them. I heard Master
Jack give Slave the drink orders as I closed the door behind me.

     M and I had Steve remove all his clothes and stand in the
bathroom adjoining the bedroom we were in. M told him," Stand very
still with your arms in the air, we need to shave your body." With
our combined experience in body shaving M and I soon had him
hairless below the neck. He shuddered as M held his cock while I
shaved his balls. His cock became erect in her hand; a natural
enough reaction with M's naked body so close by. He wanted to fuck
her alright; but didn't yet realize that if anybody got fucked, it
would be him.  He lost his erection as he was made to bend over and
spread his cheeks so M could shave around his asshole. Humiliation
won out over lust again!

     As we put black lacy panties on him I explained," Mistress
insists that her slaves be dressed as girls. Don't worry you'll
soon get used to it." M took strips of duct tape and formed some
feminine breasts from his chest flesh, before putting the matching
bra on him. Steve couldn't help staring at M's nipple rings, they
seemed to fascinate him all the more since he had seen mine through
my blouse. I knew he was thinking that he might soon be wearing the
same sort of jewelry, a scary prospect indeed for a guy who had
probably never seen pierced nipples before.

    While M applied his makeup she warned him to observe carefully
the steps involved cautioning him," Mistress will expect you to do
this by yourself. She wants to save her precious time for more
important matters." Steve merely nodded silently, probably too
stunned by the transformation he was seeing to speak. I glued on
some fake fingernails, then painted them and his toenails with red
polish as his facial treatment progressed.

     M placed the fiery red wig on his head saying," You look quite
pretty Stephanie." He had never seen himself like this before and
couldn't help staring at the feminine face in the mirror. M placed
a choker necklace around his neck, adding some clip-on earrings to
match. Now he was ready for the rest of his female attire.

     We showed him how to put his hose on without snagging them by
rolling them carefully up each leg, and how to secure them to the
garter belt. His dress had a flowery print that looked too
springlike for this time of year, with a flared bottom coming to
mid-thigh on him. His legs were not as good as mine I noticed, but
he did look passible so Mistress Rachel would pleased. With a few
final instructions regarding the proper behavior in front of the
Dom's we led Stephanie back to be presented to Mistress Rachel.

     When we entered the Living Room I saw that the rest of the
group from the previous party had arrived. Mistress Zelda was
standing by the fireplace with her slave Becky kneeling at her
feet. Her whip was coiled menacingly over her shoulder. Mistress
Goddess was seated on the couch necking with Master Jack; while
slave Twink was on all fours serving as their coffee table with
their drinks and a bowl of chips on his back. Sir William was
having a casual conversation with Mistress Chris while slave Cunt
was licking her pussy and Slave was sucking on his cock. Mistress
Rachel sat in regal splendor in a throne-like overstuffed chair
awaiting the arrival of her new slave. It was a totally amazing
scene which would have been considered bizarre by even hardened
swingers; yet seemed routine in this group!

     We led Stephanie across the room stopping in front of Mistress
Rachel. All conversation ceased, all eyes were on us except for
Cunt and Slave who continued their service unabated. " Mistress
Rachel we humbly submit the unworthy Stephanie who wishes to be
considered for admission to your stable of slaves." I announced.
Stephanie made a dainty curtsy. Mistress Rachel stood up and looked
very carefully at the transformation M and I had wrought and nodded
her approval. She said," Stephanie you look good enough to serve
me, but you must first demonstrate your subservience. Only when
your greatest pleasure is serving me, will you be worthy to be my
slave."

     All eyes were now on Stephanie, who seemed overwhelmed by the
seriousness of the moment. It was a lot to absorb in a short time.
At least I had been led gradually to my current state; this was
happening so fast. Mistress Rachel now asked," Are you willing to
submit to my will and give me your unquestioning obedience?" After
a brief moment of silence Stephanie replied," Yes Mistress Rachel,
I freely submit myself to your will and pledge my obedience." The
new slave knelt to kiss Mistress Rachel's feet, which brought a
round of applause from all the Dominant ones.

     Mistress Rachel snapped her fingers and Slave hurriedly
brought her a feathery mask and a strap-on dildo. While he was
putting these items on her, I noticed Master Jack bring out a video
camera. That explained the mask; they were going to film the
activities and for some reason Mistress didn't want her face to
appear in the picture. Stephanie had no such option. Ravel's Bolero
began playing from the stereo as background music and the signal
for everyone else to remain silent was given. This was to be a
first class production!

     Mistress Rachel led Stephanie to the center of the room and
started sensuously dancing with her newest slave for a few minutes.
She lifted the print dress and thrust the protruding dildo between
Stephanie's thighs enabling her to guide the slave's movements more
effectively. The room filled with sexual tension as we watched this
dance of seduction proceed, in anticipation what was yet to come.
Even with the background music we could hear Stephanie's breathing
turn to panting. Mistress Rachel's breasts rubbing on her chest and
the dildo between her legs made a combination which rapidly got her
highly turned on.

     Mistress Rachel knowing the powerful effect this dance was
having, guided her excited slave to her knees and then to all
fours. Moving behind and lifting the dress, Mistress slowly pulled
down Stephanie's panties. While dipping her fingers into a jar of
K-Y jelly Mistress she asked," Stephanie are you ready to be
deflowered by your Mistress?" With one of Mistress's fingers
already writhing in her ass, enhancing her excitement; Stephanie
honestly replied," Oh Yes Mistress." The heavy breathing of her
slave brought a smirk to Mistress's face; men were so easy to
enslave!

     Working in a second finger and then a third Mistress continued
her manipulations until Stephanie was bucking back hard against the
digital thrusts, before inserting the dildo. Master Jack moved to
the front to record Stephanie's facial expression at the moment of
penetration. Fortunately she was now so highly aroused that she was
beyond caring about modesty or possible future uses of this film.
Mistress began to pace the tempo of her strokes to the music. With
her hands grasping Stephanie' hips she was in complete control as
the music continued inexorably toward it's thundering conclusion.

     Bolero ended at the same moment Mistress Rachel reached
orgasm. In the silence that followed, the heavy breathing of the
spectators could be heard. Clearly this demonstration of feminine
power had stirred the passions of more than the two participants.
Mistress withdrew the dildo allowing Stephanie to slump exhausted
to the floor. Master Jack turned off the Camera and led a rousing
round of applause. While everyone was congratulating Mistress
Rachel for a magnificent performance, Mistress Chris told me," Go
to Stephanie and comfort her."

     I went to where Stephanie lay and sat beside her on the floor.
Taking her across my lap, I hugged her to my chest and tenderly
wiped away the tears which streaked down her cheeks. Softly I
reassured her," There, there, it's all right now honey. I'm sure
that you pleased Mistress." She lay passively in my arms taking
such solace from my words that her quiet sobbing soon ceased. I
bent my head and kissed her lightly on the lips.

     " How cute you two look together!" I heard Master Jack say
sarcastically. Startled out of my peacefulness by this unexpected
remark, I looked up to see him standing there with his camera
running again. Mistress Rachel held a Video cassette in her hand
and I assumed that Master Jack had reloaded the camera with a fresh
cassette. The others were gathering to watch as he ordered,"
Continue slaves I want to film you two making love." I glanced
quickly at Mistress Chris hoping for a reprieve, only to receive a
nod indicating her agreement with that command. While I had been
forced into bisexual acts before, I presumed that Stephanie was a
virgin to such things and so I would try to make this as
pleasurable as possible.

     With warm, wet kisses and tender caresses; I slowly unbuttoned
her dress and slipped it off. I next undid her bra and began
licking and suckling her nipples until she became sexually excited.
Now naked except for garter belt, hose and heels; this arousal was
clearly evident by the exposed erect cock. I reached down and
stroked the cock a few times before standing to strip off my
blouse, skirt and panties. I left my bra on as it pushed my breasts
up so nicely.

     Stephanie reached up to slip his fingers through my nipple
rings, sending painful excitement through my body. I pressed my
cock to her lips and with only a slight hesitation she took it into
her mouth. Despite her lack of experience, she began to tongue the
head and suck gently as if she'd done it many times. I knew that
with the pain from my nipples and the pleasure from my cock, I
would shortly come in the pretty mouth servicing me. Mistress
Rachel, sitting nearby fingering her pussy, must have recognized
this also and used hand signals to direct us into the 69 position
with me on top.  She wanted to prolong our performance as visual
stimulation while she brought herself to another climax.

     Once in the 69 position, with a cock scant inches from my face,
the next part was obvious. I took the cock into my mouth and began
sucking it, as Stephanie was already doing to mine. When I felt my
climax was imminent, I slipped a finger into her ass. this brought
both of us to simultaneous orgasm. As we milked the last drops from
each other's cocks, I noticed Mistress Chris motioning for us to
kneel with open mouths displaying their contents for the camera. I
helped Stephanie to her knees and we knelt holding hands while
Master Jack filmed away. When the signal was given for us to
swallow our mouthfuls, we did. Stephanie had just swallowed her
first semen, and it was mine! I was also proud to be the recipient of
her 'Maiden' blow job. Taking her face in my hands I kissed her
deeply. The degrading spectacle we'd endured together, had created
a warm bond between us that was mutually felt.

     Mistress Rachel ordered Stephanie, " Crawl over here bitch
and you may now lick my pussy." She crawled on hands and knees to
obey her Mistress. I struggled to my feet and gathered up my
clothes. Mistress Chris came to me and said," I'm so proud of you
Slut. You behaved magnificently." She kissed me lightly on the
cheek, causing me to beam with pride. I'd brought joy to my
Mistress!

     Sir William came over to us and asked Mistress Chris if she
wanted to go to bed with him. She replied," Why yes Sir, I'd love
to."  Oblivious to my presence, they left hand in hand to find a
bedroom. Finding their departure difficult to watch, I looked back
to see Stephanie licking pussy with Slave fucking her from behind.
Slave's hands were pinching her nipples controlling the pace of the
action. She was trapped on the same hideous ride I'd experienced
myself. I knew how tormented she must be feeling and pity for her
filled my heart. I wanted to intervene, but knew that would be a
very foolish act.

     Mistress Zelda interrupted my indecisive thoughts by calling,"
Slut, come with me." Still carrying my clothes, I followed her
respectfully to a bedroom. Cunt was laying naked on the bed when we
walked into the bedroom. Noticing my surprise, Mistress Zelda
informed me," I want to fuck her using you as a go-between, but
first I must freshen up my marks on your ass. Assume the position
Slut."  Draping my clothes across a chair, I knelt on the bed
between Cunt's widely spread legs. Mistress commanded," Lick her
pussy Slut." Replying," Yes Mistress.", I used my fingers to spread
her nether lips and put my tongue to work. With my face buried in
my work, my bare ass was exposed for Mistress Zelda's signature.

     Knowing what to expect this time, I was determined not to cry
out. To help myself endure the lash quietly, I forced my tongue as
deeply into Cunt's pussy as possible; bringing my mouth into firm
contact with her vulva. Basically, I was using her bottom as a gag
to at least muffle any sounds I might make. My body quivered in
fearful anticipation.

     CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! Three swift strokes with her whip and my
right cheek was properly marked. With scarcely a pause, another
three lashes were applied on my left cheek. Without even looking at
my rear, I knew the new Z's had been placed precisely on top of the
previous ones. Mistress Zelda was an expert with her whip!

     My plan had worked! No sound escaped that could be heard,
although Cunt could certainly feel each lashing stroke transmitted
to her through my tongue. My ass felt like it was on fire, but I
continued lapping away. Cunt was quite aroused by now, and
strangely enough...so was I. The tension, submission and the oral
sex had gotten my cock erect again! Amazing since I had already
come so recently. Mistress Zelda fastened a cock ring around my
cock to ensure that my erection would remain until it had served
her purpose.

     Mistress lifted my face and kissed me on the mouth, savoring
Cunt's juices there, before guiding my cock into the orally
prepared vagina. This was fantastic! At last I was going to get to
fuck someone at one of these parties. Mistress climbed behind me
and began forcing her well greased, strap-on dildo into my ass.
When it was fully inserted, she reached around and grasped my
nipple rings. She softly said," I know your nipples are still very
tender, but move perfectly with me and the pain will be minimal."
This seemed a gentle gesture on her part, so I gratefully uttered,"
Yes Mistress, I will try very hard to do so."

     She started fucking me with slow strokes, each thrust in my
ass resulted in a corresponding move by my cock in Cunt's pussy. My
ass remained pressed closely against Mistress's body as she and I
moved as a single person. Mistress was using me as a human dildo;
a mere extension of her rubber one! I was unable to ejaculate due
to the ring which kept my cock painfully engorged; and despite my
craving for release, could only continue my intermediary role until
Mistress was satisfied. Cunt was thrashing and bucking wildly, her
breath coming in gasps as we brought her to orgasm after thundering
orgasm. She was kept in this state of frantic arousal for a long
time before Mistress had her own orgasm and was satisfied.

     Mistress released my nipple rings, withdrew her dildo and
pushed me aside to embrace Cunt. They were kissing and caressing
each other as I stood by the bed watching. My nipples were
throbbing; my ass sore and oozing lubricant; and my cock still
painfully engorged stuck straight out! I felt horribly used,
unfulfilled, and exhausted. Mistress looked up and ordered," Leave
us Slut." I replied," Yes Mistress Zelda.", and returned to the
Living Room.

     Walking into the Living Room I saw Mistress Goddess sitting on
the couch, with her legs spread and Stephanie licking her pussy.
Poor Stephanie had certainly been through a lot her first night of
slavery. Mistresss spied me instantly noticing my erection, which
was quite apparent since I was only wearing my bra, garter belt,
hose and heels. "Come here Slut." she demanded adding, " I have a
use for that." I had been hoping for a little rest, but answered,
"Yes Mistress Goddess." and went to her. "Lie on your back on the
floor." she ordered me as she pushed Stephanie away from her
crotch. I complied and she straddled my body and lowered herself
onto my vertical cock.

     Mistress began riding my cock as if she hadn't had one inside
her in years. She told Stephanie," Come lay by us and kiss Slut
while I enjoy my ride." Stephanie did just that, kissing me on the
mouth. As our tongues met she tasted of come and pussy, as I was
sure I did also. While the kisses had been commanded by Mistress to
start with, there was a warmth and caring about them that signified
a genuine desire on both our parts. When Mistress Goddess was
satisfied and departed we continued to kiss and embrace each other
until we fell into exhausted slumber.

     The sleeping part of the night is always short at these
parties, and it was not long before I awoke to find myself still
embracing Stephanie. Mistress Rachel was standing there smiling
down at us. " Did you two girls sleep well?" she asked sweetly.
We both nodded dumbly, suddenly feeling awkward about embracing
each other. What had seemed so natural last night, seemed perverse
in the morning light. We separated and stood before Mistress. She
noticed my still swollen cock and taking pity on me removed the
ring. " Get cleaned up girls and fix your makeup. You look like
hell." she stated. Undoubtedly a very true statement, as we'd both
been through a lot in the last twelve hours!

     We hurried into the bathroom to quickly shower and redo our
makeup before there was a mad rush by the others to use these
facilities. Stephanie and I had just stepped out of the shower when
she looked at my cock, which was gradually returning to it's normal
color. She whispered to me," Would you like me to suck you off
now?"  That sounded very appealing to me since I had so much
intercourse without release last night, but wisely declined with a
warning about the consequences of recreational sex by slaves. Our
sexual activities were strictly controlled by the Dominant ones.
Stephanie nodded her agreement, but her eyes had tears in them.

     We went back out to Mistress Rachel who had been joined by
several other people. Slave M handed us frilly aprons to wear and
led us to the kitchen where we helped her fix breakfast. Twink and
Cunt soon arrived and joined us. Cunt delivered a tray of freshly
filled coffee cups to the Doms assembled in the Living room. As she
walked out of the Kitchen the Z's on her rear were clearly visible.
Twink was joined with Becky in setting the table; they both bore
the marks of Mistress Zelda's whipcraft on their behinds too.

     Finally, the last to make their appearance, my beautiful
Mistress Chris, Master Jack, and Sir William emerged from their
bedroom to join the others. A naked and very bedraggled Slave
followed wearily behind them. He clearly had been busy all night.
Mistress Chris was positively glowing with sexual satisfaction.
While I would never know what occurred in that room, she'd
obviously enjoyed it tremendously. How I wished that I'd been a
part of pleasing her directly instead of being used by others while
she played.

     The Masters and Mistresses chatted happily during breakfast as
the slaves served them. They discussed how well the film session
had gone and all the fun they'd had last night. While they relaxed
after a good breakfast Mistress Rachel mentioned that she had an
announcement to make. All conversation ceased as she stood up. She
said, " I have decided to change the names of my slaves. Stephanie
has demonstrated her worthiness to enter my stable by her
performance last night. She will now be called 'slave four' as her
official slave name. Slave will henceforth be known as 'slave
nine.' I chose this name because of his nine inch cock and due to
his lengthy faithful service has earned a higher number than my
newest slave." The Dom's applauded and congratulated the slaves on
their new titles. Slave four was actually blushing as everyone
looked at her.

     When the commotion died down Mistress Chris said," Now I need
a nap. Becky come with me, you can be my teddy bear to cuddle with
while I sleep." Taking her by the Hand Mistress Chris led her off
to the bedroom. I felt bad that she hadn't chosen me to cuddle up
with. Being around the Dominants seemed to make her forget I
existed, except when she needed Slut to perform slave chores. This
was so unfair; after all I had endured to please her, I deserved
some consideration.

     Master John, Sir William and Mistress Goddess took Cunt to
with them as they left presumably to sleep. Mistress Rachel told
slave four, " Draw your Mistress a nice bubble bath and you may
bathe me." Four quickly left to carry out this pleasant task. It
had been one thing he had been hoping for even when he was still
Steve, which now seemed a lifetime ago.

     Mistress Zelda remained to supervise the cleanup chores being
performed by the remaining slaves. When the Kitchen was cleaned and
the dishes washed Mistress allowed slave nine to curl up on the
floor and take a nap. Twink, M and I ran the vacuum and generally
tidied up the place under the watchful eye of Mistress Zelda. She
even had us wash, dry and iron our clothes so our appearance would
be suitable for the night's activities.

      When our cleaning duties were completed Mistress Zelda
summoned Twink to kneel between her legs and give her clit some
oral attention. She ordered," M and Slut make love to each other,
I wish to be amused." This was an order I was delighted to obey;
I'd wanted to have sex with M ever since I first laid eyes on her
naked body! She must have felt the same way by her warm responses
to my caresses. Mistress allowed us to progress at our own pace
without giving directions or interruptions. She was involved with
Twink's tongue and preferred watching us as her personal porno
show. That was fine with me, for the first time in this group I was
making love to a woman as a man!

     What a joy it was to engage in warm, tender loving after all
the rapes and forced perversion we slaves had been through.
Concentrating on each others pleasure, M and I were able to ignore
our surroundings and the increasing audience as the room began to
fill with people emerging from the bedrooms. It was as if we were
the only people in the world, moving to a wonderful rhythm of
romantic sexual delight.  Achieving our mutually desired
simultaneous orgasm, we continued kissing and caressing each other.
I wanted to be with her all night, and would have had this been a
regular swinger's party.

     Our state of blissful contentment was quickly shattered by
Master Jack ordering," Becky clean M's pussy, it's full of
disgusting slave come." Becky replied," Yes Master Jack.", and
scurried across the room. Pushing me aside, she lay between M's
legs and lapped up the come I'd so recently deposited there. As I
stood up to get out of the way Mistress Rachel said," Slave four
lick Slut clean, she needs it too." I knew that Mistress didn't
care about my cleanliness, but was merely using this opportunity to
demonstrate her complete control of her newest slave. Slave four
didn't sound as sweet as the name Stephanie had, but now fully
dressed and made up she still looked as feminine. Looking down at
the pretty face that was licking my cock and hairless balls, I
found it almost unbelievable that this was the same person who had
arrived here as Steve. A man who had lived totally straight all his
life was licking my male parts while dressed as a woman and loving
it! The Masters and Mistresses were experts at converting normal
people into their devoted slaves.

     Slave nine was preparing to cook steaks on the grill while
Cunt was preparing the rest of the supper. Twink and slave four
were ordered to assist them. Mistress Zelda told me," Get yourself
dressed and ready to go Slut." I replied " Yes Mistress Zelda.",
feeling very grateful for the gift of normal sex with M she'd given
me. I did wonder about her use of the word go, but realized that
her plans would be revealed when it pleased her to do so. I washed
myself, touched up my makeup, fixed my hair and put on my freshly
laundered outfit. Checking my appearance in the full length mirror,
I decided that I did look like a pretty girl. I was 'ready'!

     The Dom's were finished eating by the time I rejoined the
group. They were enjoying their after dinner cocktails and casual
conversation. The slaves were eating hot dogs in the Kitchen. Slave
four fixed me a plate of food and we ate in silence, listening to
the conversation coming in from the Dining Room. We were trying to
pick up clues about any wild plans the Dom's had for the evening.
While we had no choice in the matter, we were curious none the
less.

     Mistress Rachel announced," It's movie night at the Club
tonight, Zelda and I want to take Slut and slave four down there.
It should be a fun time, anyone else care to join us?" Mistress
Chris replied," No thanks Rachel, Jack and I have already made
plans involving slave nine and some deliciously kinky stuff."
Sir William also declined saying," I'll pass too. Goddess and I
will take care of the other slaves." He laughed and added," Between
us we can think of something to amuse ourselves!" They all laughed
at this last remark. They were sure there would be no lack of
creativity with Sir William and Goddess in collaboration.

     "The Club?" I'd never heard of the Club, obviously the Dom's
all had, even slave nine had rolled his eyes at the mention of the
place. I wanted to ask him about what kind of place it was, but
knew that even if I whispered the question, it would not be
answered. Nine was far too obedient to misbehave even in private.
No need to press the issue, I'd find out soon enough.

     Mistress Zelda summoned slave four and I. She had us fetch her
and Mistress Rachel's coats. I put my cape on and slave was given
a shawl to throw over her bare shoulders. The Mistresses led the
way out to Zelda's van, where they sat in front and four and I took
our places in the back seats. The Mistresses were talking calmly
but were obviously anticipating an exciting evening. Four held my
hand, nervously seeking some support, as we drove towards the
unknown.

     The Club turned out to be a bar in the city. Judging by the
nearly full parking lot, the place must crowded. Mistress Zelda
expertly wheeled into an empty space in a dimly lit part of the
lot. She and Mistress Rachel strode into the bar full of self-assurance,
with four and I following timidly behind. This was our first time
in a public place dressed as women, so our hesitance was
understandable. Our Mistresses had sternly warned us to be very
obedient to avoid embarrassing them in front of their friends. The
implied threat of punishment for any infraction was enough to
overcome our nervousness, so we dutifully followed them into the
bar.

     The doorman recognized the Mistresses and respectfully led us
to a table near the dance floor with a reserved sign on it.
Removing the sign, he signaled for a waitress. Mistress Zelda
pulled out my chair and helped me get seated. She was treating me
as her girlfriend. I noticed Mistress Rachel was doing the same for
slave four. The waitress came to take our orders. Mistress Zelda
ordered a shot and a beer for herself, a whiskey sour for Mistress
Rachel and then told the waitress," Bring our bitches each a glass
of white wine." The waitress smiled knowingly and left to fill the
order.

     Soon she returned with our drink order and after setting the
drinks in place asked," Will there be anything else Zelda?"
Mistress reached into her coat pocket, pulled out two video
cassettes and handed them to the waitress saying," Give these to
George for his contest." The waitress looked at four and I, and
grinning broadly, nodded her affirmation of the request. I suddenly
realized what those tapes were. They were the ones made last night
by Master Jack. Four and I were the stars of one and his subjection
rape on the other! Slave four must have come to the same decision
and nervously sipped his wine, while I was gulping mine.

     We sat watching the dancers on the floor. Men danced with
women, women danced with women and even a few men danced with other
men. No wonder I had never heard of this place! Many people wore
leather garb, with most of the rest wearing lacy frilly things.
This was like no place I had ever been before! It was a leather bar
inhabited by those into that scene.

     Mistress Zelda looked at us and ordered," Slaves go to the
Lady's Room, remove your panties and bring them back to us." We
stared in shocked immobility for a few seconds before answering in
unison," Yes Mistress." Slave four and I left holding hands as we
made our way to no-mans land. We felt everyone in the place knew
where we were headed, but few paid any attention to us. In this
land of the bizzarre we didn't seem that unusual. The Lady's was
located at the end of the room in a short hallway next to the Men's
room. Two men were leaning against the wall kissing passionately as
we squeezed by them to enter our assigned destination.

     For the first time in my life I was inside the ladies john.
Other than the absence of urinals, the main difference seemed to be
more stalls and a bigger counter for fixing makeup. Anxious to
leave this off-limits area, we quickly entered stalls and pulled
off our panties. While there I decided to urinate. Knowing that
standing to do so would be a dead giveaway if anyone was to walk
in, I sat on the stool and relieved myself. By the sounds from the
next stall four was doing the same thing.

     We exited the stalls nearly simultaneously, washed our hands,
and turned to leave. Two Biker Babes blocked our exit, standing
between us and the door they had just entered. My panties suddenly
felt very heavy in my hand. The big cigar smoking Babe asked," You
two are with Zelda aren't you?". Politely I answered," Yes
Mistress.", a response that was an automatic reflex by now. I
didn't mean anything but respect by using the title Mistress, but
it offended her. She snarled," I am not a Mistress, but I am a very
mean bitch that you don't want to anger!" The other Babe
suggested," Maybe we should check them out to see if they are real
girls or merely sissies invading our domain." The big one nodded
and ordered us to lift our skirts. The real fear of recieving
physical pain from these two hard Biker Babes overcame the
humiliation of doing as demanded and we shyly raised our hems to
expose our shaven privates. The Babes laughed at our discomfort,
ridiculed our inadequate equipment, even discussed stripping us
naked and handcuffing us in stalls. " Maybe some of the other
ladies would find them amusing." the smaller one said.

     Slave four and I were really frightened now, as they seemed to
seriously be considering some very drastic actions. The big one
shook her head slowly saying," No they are Zelda's slaves and even
though it might be fun to teach them a lesson, the resulting
confrontation with her would not be worth it." She stepped aside
and said," You two sissies had better get the hell out of here
right now." We dropped our hems down, and hurried out of the
bathroom as fast as our heels would allow. Had we not belonged to
Mistress Zelda, I shudder to think of what may have befallen us.

     Mistresses Zelda and Rachel looked very good indeed as we
returned to our table. They were our lifeline in this place, since
both four and I now realized how dependant we were on their
protection. I laid my pink panties before Mistress Zelda as four
was doing the same with his black panties for Mistress Rachel. The
Mistresses spread them out to display them for all to see. I
blushed crimson fully aware that anyone seeing them would know that
my bottom was bare! Four stared meekly down, unable to look at
people who knew he was being so humbled.

     The music stopped, the lights dimmed, and a big screen
television set came on. A voice on the public address system
announced that it was time for the Amateur Video Contest to begin.
The crowd grew quiet as the first movie began to play. It was a
crudely made, short movie of a Biker fucking his babe as she leaned
across his Harley. The second video showed a lesbian couple making
love. The third one showed the big Biker Babe we'd run into in the
Lady's room whipping some gal with her belt. It was very brutal,
but drew quite a few hoots and cheers from the Biker element of the
crowd. Her slashing strokes were very crude compared with Mistress
Zelda's artistry. I couldn't watch, thinking how close to being on
the receiving end of similar treatment I'd been earlier.

     The strains of Bolero began playing and drew my attention back
to the screen. The quality of the filming was very superior to
anything previously shown. Master Jack knew his craft. Even though
I'd witnessed the actual performance in person; on the screen it
seemed far more sensuous. The crowd was mesmerized, watching in
silence until the thundering creshendo's of the finale brought them
to their feet cheering and yelling bravo!

    It must have taken ten minutes for the crowd to settle down
enough to begin the next film. This was the video showing Stephanie
and I making love. Slave four held my hand as we watched ourselves
on the screen. Despite its being a command performance, it showed
us making love instead of merely having sex. I had felt tenderness
while doing it, but hadn't realized how clearly it showed. I
squeezed four's hand gently to indicate my affectionate support and
recieved a shy smile in return. When this video ended there was
polite applause instead of the rauccus uproar of it's predessor. It
had been sensuously intense, but lacked the brutality and force to
enflame this crowd.

     When the prizes were awarded Mistress Rachel's didlo rape of
Stephanie won first prize. The one of Stephanie and I took second
place. The Biker Bitch took third place. George, the owner of the
place, awarded the prizes; $50 cash for first place, $25 for second
place and $10 for third. Mistress Rachel collected her prize and
she and slave four took bows acknowledging the applause from the
crowd. Mistress Zelda collected the second place money and had four
and I curtsy to the crowd. The Biker Babe collected her prize with
a very subdued girl at her side. Brutality and fear were Biker
Babe's means of controlling her slave.

     The music resumed and people started dancing again. George had
sent over another round of drinks to our table as additional thanks
for the choice movies Mistress had entered. These Amateur Video
nights were a big money maker for him and he was thrilled to have
quality material in his contest. Mistress Zelda nodded her thanks
to him and gave a toast to our Victory.

     A large, hairy-chested, bearded man wearing jeans and a
leather vest with no shirt came to our table. His arms were heavily
tattooed, giving him the appearance of a cliche' character from a
Biker film. He kissed Mistress Rachel's hand respectfully and
said," Congratulations Rachel, you make great movies." Mistress
Rachel acknowledged the compliment with a modest nod saying,"
You're too kind Spike, but thank you." Spike moved to Mistress
Zelda and asked," Zelda may I dance with your bitch?" She shrugged
her shoulders and replied," Of course Spike old buddy, be my
guest."

     Spike took me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor and
pulled me close to him. I was very inexperienced in dancing
backwards in heels, but his sheer bulk guided me across the floor
with amazing smoothness. His hand went under my skirt and he
fondled my bare buns as we danced. I tried to quietly protest but,
his other hand forced my head to his hairy chest to quiet me.
"Ssshh, relax baby I won't hurt you." he whispered reassuringly.
His hand worked around to my front and he started massaging my cock
while kissing lightly on my neck. Regardless of his revolting
appearance, I found myself getting very turned on by his expert
manual manipulation. When he kissed me full on the mouth, I
returned it warmly; like the slut I'd become!

     The song ended and Spike led back to our table with my
erection stiffly forming a bulge in the front of my skirt. I had
been on the brink of orgasm and wished the song had gone on for a
few more seconds. Spike just laughed at my predicament saying,"
That's one hot bitch you have Zelda." Mistress replied," Yes, she
can be quite a pleasurable toy." Spike asked," Can I take her home
with me Zelda? I'll bring her back in a few days when I'm finished
with her." The thought of being at the mercy of this brute for days
struck terror in my heart! Fortunately Mistress Zelda answered,"
Spike you know I would share her with you gladly, but she's not my
personal property. I have borrowed her myself from Mistress Chris
and she might take offense if I gave her slave away without her
permission." Spike understood this reasoning, being a Master
himself, and shrugged saying," Maybe another time, baby." He sat on
my chair and pulled me onto his lap asking," Is it ok to play with
her here Zelda?"

     Mistress replied that it would be fine and took Mistress
Rachel out to dance with her. Slave four was dancing with the Biker
Bitch, who had lifted four's dress exposing the bare bottom
underneath. Four looked desperate to escape from the grasp of this
sadistic woman, probably an indication of the threats being made by
his partner. Spike lifted me easily with one arm and used his other
hand to open his fly. He lowered my asshole onto his erection and
quietly ordered me," Wiggle your ass to the music bitch." This was
incredible in a public place; he was fucking my ass in the middle
of a crowd! If anyone noticed they gave no indication of it.

    His rough hands unbuttoned my blouse and he pulled on my
nipple rings to keep me in tempo with the music. He sat very still
and I was forced to squirm quite vigorously to bring him to climax.
He had gotten quite turned on during our dance also, as he came
quickly. After he filled my insides with his come; he lifted me off
his lap, zipped his fly and left without a word of thanks. I
buttoned my blouse up and longed to make a dash for the bathroom.
Which bathroom would I use? The ladies room held too much fear for
me to risk that again: and if Spike was any indication, the men's
room might be even worse! My uncertainty kept me riveted to my
chair with his come oozing slowly out of me.

     Mistresses Zelda and Rachel returned followed shortly by Biker
Babe bringing slave four back to our table. Biker Babe thanked
Mistress Rachel saying," Thanks for the use of your slave, maybe
sometime I can borrow her for more serious play." Mistress Rachel
replied," You're welcome to the dance dear, but I don't think that
it will be possible for you to use her until I am completely
through with her. You tend to leave your slaves in very poor
condition and unusable." Biker Babe snorted," You're just to soft
to be a Mistress Rach; you need to rule with an iron hand not a
velvet glove." She swiveled around on the heel of her boot and
stormed off. Slave four heaved a mighty sigh of relief as she
departed and Mistress Rachel put her arm around four to comfort
her. Four was obviously shaken by her encounter with that brutish,
menacing woman.

     Mistress Zelda announced," Spike would like to use Slut for a
gang bang with his boys." She looked into my eyes and asked," Would
you like that Slut?" I earnestly replied," Oh no Mistress, please
not that! Please!" Being gang raped by that group of brutes was too
horrible to contemplate. At least in our group the rapes came
singly and weren't overly violent. Mistress Zelda smiled and said,"
I thought not and told him another time perhaps, but we had to be
going now." Relief flooded throughout me so fully I would have
kissed her ass on the spot; had it been permitted or requested.
Mistress Rachel said," We'd better leave then, we don't want Spike
and his crew to think we're slighting them." Slave four and I
nodded our hearty agreement with that suggestion. We were only too
eager to leave this hazardous place.

     Mistress Zelda took my arm in hers as a sign of ownership and
led me through the crowd towards the door. Mistress Rachel and
slave four were right behind us, also arm in arm. Spike was making
kissing motions with his lips at me as we passed his table. Several
of his gang clutched at their crotches as a promise of things to
come. I felt safe with Mistress Zelda protecting me and was able to
retain my composure even in the face of the menacing gang. Slave
four actually trembled when the Biker Babe said," Someday you'll be
mine baby." as we passed her table. The prospect of falling into
the clutches of that visciously sadistic Bull Dyke was clearly an
unerving idea. She must have told four some frightening things
while dancing.

     Out in the open, the cool night air felt very clean; even
though it chilled my bare bottom. The sense of relief was
overwhelming when we reached the security of the van. Slave four
and I were so thrilled to leave the hellish environment of the Club
behind us that we hugged each other closely in the back seat. The
Mistresses seemed to have enjoyed their evening; chatting happily
about their video's triumphant victories. Of course they had not
felt the oppressively threatening aura of impending doom that four
and I had been exposed to. They knew how vulnerable we had felt and
it amused them to act as our protectors. Our gratitude for such
protection would increase our dependance on them and therefore
enhance our willingness to serve as slaves.

     We arrived at Master Jack's house, where we were admitted by
slave M. I relished the sight of her nude body, remembering fondly
our lovemaking session earlier in the day. It felt good to be back
in familiar company again! I made a mad dash to the bathroom to
relieve myself and clean my ass which was still oozing Spike's
come. Anything reminding me of my experience in the Club was
intolerable.

    Upon my return to the living room, Mistress Chris greeted me
with," Did you have a good time Slut?". All the built up tension of
the evening came back in a rush of overwhelming emotions. Tears
were running down my cheeks as I slowly shook my head no. Mistress
came to me, took my hand and led me off to a bedroom. Once in
private, she had me strip naked and get in the bed. She lay beside
me and started caressing and comforting me. As I sobbed openly,
Mistress chris began to masturbate me. She kissed me tenderly and
gently tongued my nipple rings, while continuing to massage my
cock. Her genuine care for my feelings helped lift my spirits. She
seemed more like my loving wife than Mistress Chris at the moment.
I was in heaven!

     My sobbing ceased as my passion increased. Soon my hips were
thrusting to aid her manual manipulation to bring me to orgasm. My
cock was spurting warm semen onto my stomach and Mistress milked it
of every last drop. When I slumped back on the pillow, my passion
spent, Mistress used her hand to scoop up my come and force it into
my mouth. A Mistress could let down the barriers between herself
and her slave for a brief time without risking loss of control.
Even as I licked her hand clean, I was thankful for the caring
comfort she'd displayed tonight. Regardless of how much she enjoyed
playing the Mistress Chris role; she really loved me! I loved her
more than life itself!

     She rolled me on my side and cuddled up closely behind me, her
wonderful breasts pressed against my back. She whispered softly,"
Sleep well Slut, I'll take you home in the morning." Thus assured
of not being forced into any more slave duties tonight, I drifted
off into a contented, dreamless sleep. All was right in my world!






