31 Dec 2014 (NYE)
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Posted:Mar 8, 2021 1:02 pm
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Everybody was in their places as 6pm arrived, along with the first guests of the evening, as I immediately allowed myself be totally immersed into my Katherine role in front of a large crowd for the very last time. I took on the role of a compliant submissive slave serving the wishes of her Master before her ultimate release. As the club quickly filled to capacity Mary and the bar tenders were being slammed, which caused an early emotional scene from one of the other harem girls. Both Mr. Paul and Mr. Fred swiftly grabbed an arm and led her out the rear of the club. When I was finally able to take a break for a moment and talk with Mary I asked her, "What happened with her? Did somebody make an inappropriate move on her? It's that type of crowd tonight." Mary always had the inside information because she was the nosey-type, "She's the second harem girl that's not here anymore, and everybody is taking the heat for it."
While mixing several drinks behind the bar Mary also added, "Something is going on tonight. This is not like any other recent gathering I've worked. Plus, I heard from Tommy, one of the regular body guards, that some VIP will be here soon." This was not something that I wanted to hear since I was hoping to ease through my last night without any further complications. Mr. Paul returned from backstage and walked directly toward me, "Glad I caught you on a break, but don't let Fred see you doing nothing." This snapped me back to the reality I was still facing, "How would you like to make some extra cash tonight?" I wanted to say 'yes', but knew better than to respond too quickly, "What would it involve?" Mr. Paul waved to Mary for a drink before beginning his proposal and to give us a bit of privacy in the packed club, "You have choices . . . your waitress position with us, or the new showgirl up on the cat wal" I didn't hesitate, "No more food service? I'm happy be your waitress once again." I looked up at the busty brunette that was pole dancing for the crowd, "Plus, Katherine is no stripper . . . at least not for public consumption."
Mr. Paul suddenly smiled before I interjected, "Your full-time waitress for the evening, with a significant raise." I knew I was pushing things, but I felt for once that I had a slight advantage, "Deal, I can offer you a 50% raise, unfortunately your regular uniform is not here, so just keep wearing your harem girl outfit." He then leaned in close and whispered in my right ear, "I was hopeful that Kate would choose her other option. I just hope you made the right choice." He kissed me lightly on the cheek before finishing with, "All of your loyal fans are going miss seeing even more of you. And so will I."
Suddenly there was a commotion at the front entrance and Mr. Paul rushed over the line up on the right side of the door along with 'the boss' and Mr. Fred. Then the door swung open and a loud group of nearly a dozen Arabic men, all dressed in ceremonial robes, entered and were greeted as if they were royalty. Thankfully with so much attention being focused on these men then I felt my evening would be worry free, but I was sadly mistaken.
Leading up midnight, and after a couple hours of pawing hands and inappropriate suggestions, I returned the bar and watched one of the strippers work the crowd seated along the long runway. Men were stuffing cash into her garter belt as this sexy slut was now down to her stockings, panties and the lacy garter belt as she performed for the horniest guys
Over my shoulder I heard Mr. Fred's voice, "That should have been you up there." I turned around to face him as he continued, "One memorable night of erotic humiliation would have guaranteed the outcome you truly desire." Normally I would have thought of this as a put down, but for once I saw the look of a caring dominant owner in front of me, "I know I have been a little rough on you, but because of it the sissy girl inside you has been exposed for the whole world to see, and that is all I ever wanted for you. I'm not saying I had ulterior motives that would have helped with our bottom line, but Paul recognized it in you that very first time, and he's never been wrong about guys like you that deserve to be feminized. We will hate to see you go if you decide to walk away, but you're always welcomed back if you ever change your mind." I was hanging on his every word as he reached out and took my new necklace in his hand, "I see you got Robbie's special gift. Well. I've got one for you too, so come with me."
I was led to the Manager's office expecting some kind of exit interview, but when the door was locked behind me, and the office was empty, I didn't know what to expect. Without saying a word, Mr. Fred walked to the desk and opened a small black box to retrieve a large flesh colored penis shaped butt plug and a large tube of lube. He didn't even need to tell me what he wanted me to do next as I pulled down my puffy harem pants and flesh colored panties before bending over to grab the edge of the des I waited there in my submissive pose for what felt like an hour before I felt the greasy tip begin press inside and push open.
He was going almost way slow, as the anticipation of feeling my hole spread wide eventually wrap tightly around the thin handle had moaning like a true slut. He paused when I thought I was at my widest before he twisted it twice and then pressed into until it was at its widest point before stepping back and telling , "Suck that big cock into your pussy like a true submissive ." I started to reach back when he slapped my ass and screamed, "No hands faggot!" The spank had tightened my grip around the toy in my cunt, which then easily plugged itself inside me as my flesh locked tight around my intruder.
I felt Mr. Fred pull my panties up over my ass so the plug wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, "Don't remove that symbol until you get in your car in the morning...after your full shift is complete." I was about to stand p[ when he moved up behind me and began paddling my ass until I knew it was turning a bright red, "That is for being a disobedient sissy girl. I don't want to deal with you as a guy anymore." As he continued his assault he finished his comment, "We could have made you a star as our featured MILF. All of our older love you since you are our only mature woman."
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31 Dec 2014 (3)
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Posted:Feb 28, 2021 1:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2022 11:41 pm
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Upon entering the backstage dressing room it looked like I was seeing things. There before Kate was five nearly identical women dressing in the same costume as Barbara Eden on the TV show 'I Dream of Jeannie'. It reminded me that when I watched that show as a I always wanted be the sexy jeannie. All of the other girls were already putting on their final makeup touches and adjusting their costumes to fit perfectly.
Hanging on a coat rack was a garment bag with a pink name tag of 'KATE' hanging from the zipper. I was expecting to find my French Maid uniform to discover I too would be dressed as a harem for the night. I had to conceal my excitement of fulfilling a childhood fantasy as I slipped comfortably into the puffy pants and halter top. Thankfully I had been working with my tummy being exposed all night in tonight's uniform, and with the added veil to disguise my facial features Kate could feel completely comfortable as the woman she was becoming no matter who was in the crowd tonight.
When I finally looked at myself in the mirror it felt like Katherine was finally nearing the end, or was it a climax? A nd although it had been a wild ride, it was time to return to my quiet life and put the past couple years all behind Dave. I stood there looking at the reflection of Kate and couldn't believe that my self esteem had gotten so low that I felt Kathrine had no other destiny but to be where I was at that exact moment. As I spritzed some perfume on the nape of my neck there was a knock on the door followed by Mr. Fred and one of his muscle guards entering and carrying a black box, "All of you have reached a very important stage in your association with our syndicate, and as you may have already heard we are transitioning into more legitimate enterprises, and with this development we are moving our base of operations back to London. So for each of you this may be either a new fresh start or an unwanted ending." Mr. Fred turned and grabbed the box from his guard, "As a token of our appreciation, and for all your services, Robbie wanted each of you to wear this going away present proudly tonight."
He walked around the dressing room handing small jewelry boxes, including the last one that he handed to with a cunning smile crossing his . We all waited for Mr. Fred's instructions before anybody opened our gift, "You may now open your box." Inside was a gold necklace with some type of gold symbol on the chain. I glanced over the closest to and noticed that hers was different than mine. As each harem snapped the necklace around their necks I could see that every one of the pendants were different. It looked like something Arabic, which I thought was quite appropriate with the festivities ahead of us.
One of the other girls noticed the same thing that I did and asked what each symbol meant which Mr. Fred quickly explained, "The symbol is your name in Arabic. Our special guests tonight will appreciate the added touch to make them feel right at home." I was expecting the typical added insult or dominant statement from Mr. Fred, but this time he treated me and the other harem girls with a touch of respect.
As we were leaving the dressing room Mary, dressed in a flowing white robe that covered every inch of her skin except for a small area of her slightly exposed above her vail, "I need the strongest to give a hand with moving the last of the liquor bottles from the storage room to the bar." Her statement stopped me in my tracks when I saw her give me a sly wink. All of the other weaker girls walked past without giving it a second thought, which worked out great for us. Mr. Fred was busy on the phone in the office, which gave us the perfect timing and slipped away without anybody noticing.
When we stepped into the back room I swung the door closed and wrapped my arms around Mary's tight waist. We kissed passionately, as this had been the first time we really had any time alone since Halloween. It got and heavy quickly as she was nibbling my ear and rubbing my crotch, "I wish we had time for that, but I do know something you could do for me that would get my night off to the best start possible." Mary stepped back to a shelf and placed her foot up nearly waist before pulling open her robe to expose her shaved pussy framed by a red latex garter belt and tan stockings. She pulled a pair of matching red panties of the robe pocket, "I'll put these on after you get off. Now get on over her slave and lick your Goddesses' pussy."
Whenever Mary got a bit forceful with it always chilled to the bone. This time it was also laced with the lust that was building in me as I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on the inside of her thighs to spread her to my lapping tongue. I looked up at her with my buried between her labia and she just nodded before her head fell back and I could tell she had been waiting for this as much as I had fantasized about it for months. I traced lightly along the inside of her smooth thighs with the tip of my tongue and then would return to her hardening clit to lick and suck it between my puckering lips.
Several times Mary shuddered from my tongue reaching deep inside her pussy, but also by this reaction she would shake the shelf causing a bit of unwanted noise, "Don't stop now. almost ready to . . . and I didn't lock the door." This would not go over well if we were discovered, so I went her like an oral Olympian. About a minute later and her hands locked onto the back of my head and pulled in so tight I could barely breathe. She was grunting and moaning softly as I felt her slightly squirting on my tongue, which was still deep inside her juicy pussy. Mary was humping and grinding her pussy in my as I managed to slip up to her clit and suck harder until a second orgasm rippled thorough her sexy body once again. Her hands came off of my head and I finally opened my eyes to up and see her stretching to the as she was coming off of her orgasmic .
After cleaning her oozing pussy the best I could with my tongue I back up to my feet while she pulled on the panties and dropped her robe down, Pulling her dark veil across her and attaching it to the opposite side, and Mary was once again just a lowly female servant with no identity and no rights. Mary kissed on the cheek and thanked for the 'stress breaker', "Wait about a minute after I leave, and bring that case of booze to the bar. Let's try to get another break together similar to this sometime during the night, but probably not until after midnight once everybody is drunk. I know that little encounter will hold me over until ready for more." She reached the door and then turned around with a smile and added, "And when YOU are finally ready for ." I chuckled the thought that yeah, when I was ready. I planned to have my way with her the first chance I got.
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31 Dec 2014 (2)
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Posted:Feb 27, 2021 10:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2021 9:09 pm
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Entering the lobby of the Hotel Cecil I looked around and took in the early 20th century architecture, but after all of this time it was showing its age, a shadow of what it once was back in Los Angeles in the 1920's. Waiting for across the room was a sleazy manager behind the front desk. This was where I was directed, so I went along with the instructions. Now how was I going to try to hide my made up feminine with this older slobbish man, "Yeah, you want to check in? What's it going to be by the hour or ?" What was I suppose to answer? He just stared at and I finally pulled the cap off of my head and tugged off my big sun glasses, "Just for one night. a guest of Mr. Paul." He looked up and down and it made feel like a , "Sure you don't need the room for few more days than that? We've got low weekly ." I batted my long lashes and played his game, "I saw that on the side of the building. No, just here for the January first celebration."
He looked down at a ledger on the desk and pulled an envelope from the back of it. Writing something down on the top page before handing me the envelope, but holding back the key for a moment, "It's a fifty dollar deposit. I'll keep your active just in case you want to stay over past the first." We've got you booked in our most expensive room. It's our Presidential Suite located on the th floor. I attempted to stifle a grin as I was thinking 'how much could the most expensive room be with that sign on the east side of the building. Low daily - weekly , and now it's also hourly'.
I was pleasantly surprised when I open the door to the suite as it was much more spacious than I had anticipated. The bedroom was set off slightly from the sitting area by a Chinese blind, and was actually quite livable for the hotel once I looked on of the windows and remembered I was in one of the rundown areas of downtown. I could down on the parking structure where my car was parked and also where the extra car key was hidden. Just seeing both from my room gave an added feeling of security if things went bad when I would make my permanent break the end of the night.
I was thankful that my pink French Maid uniform was nowhere to be found. There was nothing to change into, which was fine with since the clientele of this fine establishment was less than to be desired. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom I wondered how many women had been fucked in this room, and then of course I had a bit of a transference with me wondering how it would be the person using this hotel as her home base. Low weekly suddenly sounded like a good deal. I got lost in the fantasy for a few minutes which had getting a bit horny when the phone by the bed began ringing. It was Mr. Paul, "Gentlemen's Club, two blocks south of the hotel, it's located on the same side of the street as the Cecil. You'll need to quickly change into tonight's uniform back stage with the rest of the girls when you arrive. You have minutes to get here." Before I could say anything the phone connection was broken leaving standing there with the phone buzzing.
As quickly as I could possibly move I grabbed the room key and exited the suite while pulling on my trusty ball cap disguise to help obscure my cover . When I reached the elevators and pushed the down button nothing happened. I pressed it several times expecting the button to light up, but still nothing. I leaned in close to listen for the elevator, but again still nothing. I spotted a courtesy phone on a small table at the end of the hall and rushed over to it. When the hotel operator finally answered she explained, " sorry, but the elevators are of right now for our yearly inspection."
Rushing to the door leading to the stairs, my mind was already running the numbers, ' floors, twenty seconds floor, and I already wasted more than two minutes on the elevator and still had two congested downtown blocks to still arrive ahead of the deadline. I almost immediately nearly took a tumble, so I had to slow down the pace of my decent. Fighting through the late afternoon pedestrians on the sidewalk was a battle, and of course when I finally saw it the Gentleman's Club was located at the far end of the second block.
Finally rushing through the front door I was immediately met by Mr. Paul, who didn't looked pleased with my late arrival, "What's your excuse Kate?" I quickly explained, "The elevators at the hotel were being inspected." He wouldn't even look at me as he stared at his watch, "That's still no excuse. You were thirty two seconds late. Another thirty seconds and Fred would have done something drastic." I realized he was serious by the expression on his , "We'll check your story . If you are telling the truth your safely on your way toward finishing your last night as our little Katie, but if you lied . . . " Mr. Paul trailed off his speech and pointed toward the doors leading from the tiny entry.
When I entered the main room of the strip club I was overwhelmed by the decorations for this party as the entire room looked like a scene of the 'Arabian Nights'. Mr. Paul walked up to my side and quietly told , " hoping, whatever final decision you make, if you decide to permanently step away that you wont mind calling from time to time?" I felt a smile cross my as I replied, "Nothing's been decided on my part, it will also depend on what everybody else wants." Mr. Paul patted my lightly on the ass and told to get dressed, "You're no bimbo Kate, and smarter than most. Those brainless women always believe they are in complete control of the situation right up until they land on the auction block, and always thinking 'how did I wind up here?' My mind was made up now more than ever as I said my breath, "And I will end this once and for all tonight."
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31 Dec 2014
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Posted:Feb 24, 2021 7:52 pm
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I was ready break away from all of this and the phone calls with Mary over the month made my decision even more comfortable. She only wanted Kate acting like a girl and would only allow Kate the honor of talking with her in my girly voice. It was really weird doing it every time. Then each time I would fall back into more of my guy voice Mary would scold me, "Come, come Kate. That's not how you've been taught to speak to me. Now try again." It seemed like a wasted effort on me as every conversation was being interrupted whenever things got a bit steamy. Until one night Mary called after I was getting very high and had purposefully been performing in front of the dining room window, which something I had avoided for most of December.
The ringing nearly knocked off of my high heels, but when I answered the phone and heard Mary's voice it felt like a trance fell over Kate and my true girly voice came out of me naturally. After 20 minutes of us chatting about anything and everything Mary complimented me and suggested we meet for lunch at Ernie's, before we were due at the party, "I'm sure you got comfortable with your new little toy, but now it's time for me to take it back for awhile, so you'll want it even more the next time. Isn't that right my little butt plug ?" I didn't need to answer because she knew I was nodding in agreement.
As we met in a dark corner booth at Ernie's even when she tried to 'dress down' in a pair of jeans and plaid men's shirt, her sexuality was always smoldering just below the surface. Following a strong embrace and lingering kiss we settled into both sides of the booth facing each other, "Well, let's get the business over with first." As I reached into my jacket pocket I pulled out a black pouch and placed it on the table just as the waitress arrived. As we ordered the butt plug in the center of the table sat there like a neon sign in my eyes, and to add to her enjoyment I then felt Mary's stocking foot playing with my crotch. The waitress finally walked away with the menus and Mary didn't miss a beat by grabbing the bag, "Now what could this be?" She began playing with it and sensually stroking it's thickness, "Only an ass slut would love this...and you do love it don't you Katie?" I tried to shush her and she giggled and laughed as she placed the black pouch into her purse.
She was so playful, but the next thing she said took my mind off of the close call with our waitress, "I may have found a permanent way out...for me. It's a bit of a sleazy move, but..." Before she could finish I broke in and gave her my reassurance that whatever it was would be acceptable to me, "I know how this lifestyle can trap you if you're not careful, and you already told me you need to get out now." Mary reached across the table for my hands and tenderly added, "Well, fortunately you're not in so deep, which means you can step away at any point without anything drastic happening to you or your life." She may have believed it, but I was more and more concerned that Kate had a much tougher route to extradite herself and me along with her.
Our lunch together was up all too soon as we exited the restaurant, with her leaving through the rear entrance to a small secluded parking area, at the same time that I walked out the front entrance to the main parking lot facing Cahuenga Blvd. Just gazing up at the right moment made me realize it was a good thing we went our separate ways, because I spotted somebody across the street in front of the church taking photographs of me with a telephoto lens. I suspected it was my' peeping tom' from home and just departed without giving him a second look so that he didn't know that I had spotted him.
It wasn't until I got home and was putting the final touches on my eye lashes when I realized the whole time I was with Mary at Ernie's that I was talking in my girly voice. The waitress hadn't even given it a second look, and that was while I was dressed as a guy. Now here I was dressed and made up for my final fling with the syndicate as Katherine. I barely made it thorough my condo's lobby before being spotted by several of my neighbors sitting by the pool. Fortunately, I had learned a baseball cap, sunglasses and mostly with my head down and you can rush by almost anybody even if your face is fully made up as a woman.
My driving instructions were back to the elaborate run around through downtown Los Angeles, similar to an auction night, until I got verbal directions from a parking attendant at the next check point to reach the final destination for the night. Finally on Los Angeles Street I spotted a man waving a yellow flag in a bright red shirt, which matched the photo that arrived in the Fed Ex package. Once I showed my drivers license I drove up the one level and was directed into a parking spot on the roof and got out with my change of clothes bag and makeup. At the guard shack I was directed to the hotel across the alley and was told to check in at the front des
As I crossed over the stairs I was looking for a hiding place for my car key since I had decided give myself an extra backup escape plan if things went wrong tonight. There was already a change of clothes in the back of my car, and when I spotted a large dumpster on the corner of the roof I placed the magnetic container holding my key and a hundred dollar bill on the back of it and slid the dumpster tight against the wall. Now my attention turned to the old hotel I was faced with and read the sign painted on the side of the tall white building, 'HOTEL CECIL LOW DAILY-WEEKLY-RATES'.
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Halloween 2014 (2)
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Posted:Feb 15, 2021 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2021 7:33 pm
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As I stared at the butt plug I noticed there was a note and a pair of pink panties in the drawer next the strap-on penis I figured it was something left for me so I opened it and the message read, 'You probably ruined your other pair of panties. Put these on after stuffing your tushy with the butt plug - Love, Mary'. I leaned against the table just keep my balance as I pulled the pink panties down over my garter belt and stockings. She was right, they were a mess as I dropped them to the floor with an audible splat. There was also a roll of paper towels in the toy drawer, which I used to clean myself of the lube that had smeared around my well fucked asshole during the evening.
I ran to the mirror to see if I had ruined my gift from Mr. Paul, but fortunately as I preened in front of the mirror every turn I made didn't reveal any lube stains. I felt proud that I had enough intestinal fortitude to hold back most of the lube from ruining everything. As I turned and looked at my ass I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I quietly moved over to the door and locked it from the inside and then returned to the mirror, positioning a desk chair in front of it, and taking my place for the show I was about to put on for myself.
Pulling up my skirt and throwing a leg over the arm of the chair opened my pussy completely to my own leering eyes. Just seeing how horny I looked with the butt plug poised to be pushed inside and I fell into the fantasy of a porn star as I tried to look as sexy as possible as the silver butt plug spread me wide before snapping shut around the thin handle. I nearly lost it right away, as I trembled while turning the plug inside my submissive hole. When I closed my eyes it only made things better as I was toying with my hole by spreading it to the widest point of the plug before slamming it deep inside...and then starting over again and again and again.
By the time I reopened my eyes I had progressed into Hustler poses as I had become the porn star in my own mind. This made me think about the video that was sent to me, and I had a powerful female orgasm rip through my belly and out the top of my head. I was whimpering and jamming that butt plug as deep as it could reach as it triggered another orgasm as my own cock was now nearly fully erect. When I finally moved up really close to the mirror, so that I could easily watch the plug filling my sissy hole, this put me over the edge as my cock began leaking cum. I quickly wrapped my right hand around the shaft and began jerking hard, knowing I was already close to cumming. After only seconds I began shooting geysers of cum, which landed on the mirror and across the floor.
As I slowly came back from my orgasmic high there was a knock on the door, "Your break is over in minutes." I rose up onto my high heels and quickly used the paper towels to clean up the cum off of the floor, and then when I got to the mirror I had a naughty thought and leaned in close to the mirror and licked it all off before drying off the places I just licked. I wanted to gently pull out the plug, but didn't know if I had enough time, so instead I just pulled on the new pink panties and unlocked the door before the muscle guard unlocked the padlock on the outside of the door.
I walked out of there like nothing had happened, but I noticed that during the half hour inside the office most of the party guests had already departed with more staff than guests remaining behind. When I reached the upstairs office I was ready to thank Robert for the much needed break, but he had been replaced by Mr. Fred, "Did you have a good time goofing off?" Did he know something or was it just me reading something into an innocent question, "The 'boss' told me, after watching you carefully the entire night, that he already gave you a passing grade and you had met your first obligation. You may have squared it with him, but the way I see it you still have five hours of work ahead of you. Maybe then you will get my check of approval for Halloween." The Dom took a few steps away from the window to finish his speech, "Change back into your other uniform and get started. Miss Peggy will be back soon to give you instructions to help you complete your tasks."
Ten minutes later I had returned from the pink sissy maid to the dreary house maid uniform. Looking at my image in the mirror it truly was a come down from being a hot woman to a custodial worker. Peggy took up where she had left off in the afternoon as most of the other employees were sent away early. Mary briefly stopped past me on the way out and asked, "Do you have the butt plug? Where is it?" Before I could answer she pushed a finger to my lips and smiled, "Oh, now I know where it is. I'll need to get that back from you soon." I couldn't say much as Peggy was approaching and Mary rushed out the front door.
After removing all of the decorations, and picking up the scattered trash and empty glasses, the sun was finally rising on a new day. Tossing the last of the garbage in the dumpster I could finally see the end of a long twenty four hours as the syndicate's slave. All that was left was cleaning up the bar and boxing up the excess liquor. As I was placing the last of the bottles in boxes on a hand cart Peggy got a phone call and walked out the front door to answer it, "It's 7:30 now. You still have a half hour, and I expect everything to be done when I return. I would hate to see you lose the credit for your entire day in the final few minutes." She stepped outside as I began my final cleanup and with the clock ticking it appeared I was home free.
One of the muscle guards walked back in to move the booze somewhere safe when he thought twice about it, "Why am I doing this? You're the slave labor for the day. Take this back to the storage area behind the office. He tossed me a key before adding, "It's a really narrow space, so you'll need to carry in each box one at a time. Lock it up once you're done, I'm going out back for a smoke." As I lugged the hand cart to the back of the warehouse I followed the guard until he pointed me in the direction of a door that I had only thought was a small closet. When I unlocked the door it was exactly as he had described. It wasn't more than five feet wide, but did stretch to the outside wall on the far end.
As I was placing the last case of liquor inside the storage space I noticed a stool with a plate of food and a couple wine glasses at the opposite end. Thinking that this may have been some kind of set up to fail me for the evening I smiled to myself that I wasn't going to be tripped up on something as small as a plate and a couple glasses. When I reached the end of the space I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. There were several cinder blocks removed from the wall, and when I looked inside the opening I saw the view of the downstairs office from the other side of a one way mirror. And the chair I had been sitting in earlier was still placed dead center. Hell, even my buddy fuck with Mary would have taken place directly in view of... I looked around and quickly saw a tripod folded up and leaning against one of the shelves.
Had they been watching me again? And if so, when and for how long? I thought about my encounter earlier with Mary and wanted to scream out loud. How could I have been so foolish? My only goal now was to get out of there as quick as possible and wonder if New would finally be my chance break free. I backed out of the room and closed the door before anybody else noticed. I now knew what may have happened, but answers were going be tough to come by.
"I see you made it through your first night." It was Mr. Paul and he seemed concerned, "If you put out a similar effort for new I can't see any reason why everybody doesn't come out for the better in the end." He then handed me a couple of hundreds, "You'll need that for cab fare." I was shocked, "I can't go home in a public cab dressed like this? Where are my clothes?" Without hesitation he informed me that Mr. Fred had burned them, "You'll have go home dressed as a maid." Which I did unwillingly as the cabbie kept staring at me me in the rear view mirror, "Wild night, huh?". It was so embarrassing be looked at this way, but it reminded of all the things that may have been recorded for others stare at lustfully in bookstore video booths or even on the internet. And just how many times I might get that same look in the future from somebody that is trying to place where they had seen me before, and the whole time with me praying they can't make the connection.
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Halloween 2014
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Posted:Feb 14, 2021 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2021 5:03 pm
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There on the other side of the door was my ever present muscle guard. This was somebody new and he filled the role completely as he looked like somebody that had just finished several tours as a Marine. He was dressed in a tux, but his big barrel chest didn't hide the firearm he had in a shoulder holster, "You're needed at the front door. I hope you are ready for this." He turned to Mary and added, "It's the 'boss'. I took one last look in the mirror before slipping on my pink lace mask and rushing of the room with Mary right behind.
I was trying to move as quick as possible after just losing my anal cherry to a massive thick cock. Mary notice the difficulties I was having and slowed my pace down so I wouldn't stumble, "Catch up with your lover later. I've got a butt plug that might be perfect for your gaping pussy. I can imagine how empty you must feel right now. Want that big throbbing cock back in you again?" My head was spinning, but it was like she was reading my mind, "I do want to do it again." Mary began striding proudly next to her sissy as we were passing the bar area, "I'll need to hang on to this outfit as a part of my wardrobe. I like how you react to it." She gave her Katie a peck on the cheek as the guard watched us and just shook his head, "Good luck tonight. You have a lot riding on this, but I do like the way it has started."
She gave Kate one last inspection and straightened my feminine name tag as she confided one last thing before taking her position behind the bar, "Don't worry about the 'boss'. You probably won't even interact with him. Plus, he's a sweetie. I met him a couple years ago."
Rushing to join a line of employees at the front door, I settled in seconds before the metal garage door shook to life and raised the noisy metal open enough for a small of well tailored men to enter the warehouse. It was obvious who the leader was just by the way he moved with confidence, and the others appeared to either be protecting him or close associates. He was much than I had expected. This man appeared to be in his early thirties, and quite possibly in his days, was an avid body builder. The last two people to enter before the gate closed was Mr. Fred and a woman that appeared to be a legal secretary, or was it just her costume? As the of men talked amongst themselves I focused on the woman. Her business suit and slacks were very professional looking, and when she placed her leather brief case on a table to remove papers and gave them to the 'boss' it proved to she wasn't acting the part of a secretary.
The eventually came over to the line of employees, and not wanting to be noticed I dropped my head so that I wouldn't any of them in the eye. As they moved down the receiving line I could hear Mr. Fred introducing each employee and what their role would be that evening. My heart was pounding in my chest as I saw the men's shoes stop in front of a horny slave, "This is Katherine. She is assigned to food preparation and tonight." I finally looked up the 'boss' and was struck by his chiseled features, dark hair, and even darker eyes. When he finally spoke I was struck by his strong Australian accent, "Katherine, yes Katherine. Or do you prefer to be known as Kate or maybe is it Katie?" I pointed at my name tag, but added, "Whatever you feel is most appropriate, Sir." He smiled and turned to Mr. Fred, "Oh, I like this one. She's got the right attitude."
The legal secretary searched through her pile of folders before handing one with a red tag to the 'boss', "Oh, you're that Kate. Please take off that mask." I pulled it off so he could see my full made up image. He removed another couple black and white photo enlargements and scanned back and forth between the pictures he was holding and the sissy that was fully exposed before him, "Have you ever visited the land down ?" I answered truthfully, " Western Australia." He flipped through several photos and then read a page of information on the back , "I work of New South Wales. Sydney. My home is in the Northern Territory. Do you know where Darwin is located?" I just shook my head 'no' as he closed the folder, "You'll need to come visit someday as my guest. Just tell Fred or Paul when you are ready, and we will arrange everything." I politely thanked him for the invitation and told him I would consider it. He turned to Mr. Fred and said, "See, she's not so after all . Maybe a little slutty and submissive, but with an introduction to full feminization she could have been a prized kinky collared bimbo. Too bad for us that Kate is not a spring chicken anymore."
When the men finally reached the end of the line I heard the 'boss' ask Mr. Fred, "Who did you choose to provide my private this evening?" Mr. Fred waved a curvaceous red head dressed in a harem costume forward as she was closely inspected, "Very nice, but what about her?" I looked up and the Australian was pointing at me. He turned over a sheet of paper and looked it over before agreeing with his own decision, "Yes, she will do nicely." Mr. Fred gave me a stern look before they moved through the room full of decorations toward the rear of the warehouse. As everybody went back to work I watched them walk up a flight of stairs to an office with a large picture window overlooking the entire warehouse.
Within two hours there was a sizable crowd of revelers, but it wasn't as big as the previous year. The costumes were just as elaborate, so I felt comfortable in my sissy pink French maids uniform. I was on my feet for hours, and barely had time to get a moment with Mary. She was enjoying herself all night as she kept reminding me of how our evening started every time I visited the bar, "If you ever get a break your butt plug is waiting for you in the same drawer I placed my strap-on cock."
Part of my responsibilities for the night was to visit the upstairs office to get drinks and food requests every half hour. The first couple hours it was nothing out of the ordinary, as I was barely given a second glance as the men were involved in an intense meeting. Once while I was cleaning up a mess on a table, I noticed some official looking papers in the open brief case. Hopefully not drawing any attention to me, I casually moved closer to see what they might be. It was a set of contracts and also some art work for something called 'BLACK LABEL' productions.
It was just before two a.m., and the party was barely thinning , I climbed the stairs to the office, clicking on every metal step in my heels, but found it empty this time except for the 'boss' sitting on the edge of the office desk smoking a cigar, "Is there anything I can get you Sir?" He motioned towards a chair next to the desk, "Just a moment of your time." This was different all together, as I suddenly felt very feminine and vulnerable. I could hear the rubbing of my stockings as I slid into the chair beneath him, and it made the inside tremble, "Before I start, my name is Robert, and how long have you been Kate? I mean, when was the first time you dressed like that?" I knew the answer, and my response was quite appropriate, "Halloween, when I was five. We were poor and my mom suggested I go trick or treating dressed as a wearing one of my sisters dresses. I guess you could say that the genie was ' of the bottle'. I didn't want to take off the dress the end of the night and it wasn't until my mom and dad finally agreed I could go to sleep in it that I went to bed. I don't remember it happening, but my sister told me I was crying and depressed when I was forced to take it off in the morning."
I was met with silence, which made me shrink inside, until I finally looked up and saw Robert smiling, "From what I read about you I was expecting just a couple years...maybe three years, but not your entire life. Must be hard to juggle both lives." I dropped my head and nodded, "Well, you passed you're test with me tonight. Keep doing the good work for us through New Years, and I promise everything will all be forgiven, and then you'll have the choice to put all of this behind you. Take the next half hour off in the downstairs office." He motioned to a guard I hadn't noticed standing outside the office door, "Just lock yourself away until you're suppose to be back here. I'll inform Fred you're doing something for me."
As the guard entered the office Robert tossed him a set of keys, "Lock her up for half an hour." I thought it was a bit drastic, but when I found the tranquility of the office, when I heard the lock shut behind , I sunk down into the chair and looked the image of an exhausted sissy in the mirror. I closed my eyes for a few minutes before opening one of the bottled waters. When I moved back to the makeup table to check my , I remembered what Mary had told me and I couldn't stop myself from opening the drawer and pulling a fat silver butt plug.
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25 Oct 2014 (3)
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Posted:Feb 12, 2021 8:39 pm
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I was already so jittery about the whole night ahead of Katherine that I wasn't sure who would be behind that door. As it slowly swung open I heard myself gasp as a women dressed in a black latex catsuit, and standing in extremely tall platform heels, had nothing hidden from view with her costume stretched tight against her curvy figure. From just above her ankles up the top of the latex hood she was a mystery in latex. The hood had an open mouth area, something similar to a Batman cowl, so her identity was completely concealed except for the blonde pony tail sticking out of an opening in the back of the hood. On her hip was a pair of black handcuffs attached the wide belt that was pulled tight around her tiny waist at the top of a flared pleated latex skirt.
As she moved closer to me I didn't want to act too obvious, but what she was wearing accented her sexy figure, which left nothing to the imagination and I wanted her. When she finally reached me this mystery woman reached down on the outside of my gaff and began slowly rubbing, "This will be the night I get to Katie." was Mary. I didn't even know she had returned from back east, and I was totally surprised. As she continued rubbing and looking deep into my eyes she asked, "Did you miss me?" I moved in to kiss her but she pushed me back, but never beyond her reach to continue holding my growing erection, "I didn't hear an answer my sissy slave." Damn, she had me quivering with lust and I was finding it hard to say anything, "Yes, I missed you." She pointed at my gaff and signaled me to drop it down my thighs to step out of it, which I quickly did exposing my excitement.
Mary smiled widely as she reached down and loosened the belt around her waist enough so that she could drop her skirt around her high heels. As I slowly scanned down over her stunning figure I was suddenly transfixed on the realistic black penis strap-on she was wearing, "I've been missing my little sissy girl too, can't you see how hard you make cock?" She was stroking the dildo and swaying her hips as I was swept away by her seduction, "You promised I could Katie. Well, this may be the first time, but won't be the last if I have my way. I know you are going love this as much as I do." Mary moved over the makeup table and opened a jar of something. When she turned back me she had a handful of the white cream and was smearing it along the length of the dildo. She then bent down and retrieved her handcuffs before tossing them to me, "Attach yourself to that pipe." I hadn't even noticed it before, but was a pipe leading from an old space heater in the corner of the room, but before I moved in that direction I was suddenly unsure, "Are you sure this is what you want right now?" Mary walked back the door and turned the lock and secured with a loud >CLICK<.
"It's not even five, so we have just enough time." She continued rubbing the head of her black penis in the most erotic way before she snapped her fingers and demanded I follow her instructions completel, "For us reach euphoria." emphasize her intentions she added one last , which sent me scampering the corner and attaching my wrists together after moving my hands between the metal pipe and the brick wall. Mary followed me closely as she pointed out the perfectly positioned mirror. As I turned and looked over my right shoulder I was presented with my sissy self cuffed and dressed for a good fucking, and Mary intended to do exactly that to me.
I watched her silently move up behind me and began lubing my slutty hole with one of her slick fingers, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm not a sadist. We don't want to hurt you, since it's your first time. I want YOU to enjoy this. I need you to want this. Will you give yourself to me completely?" I nodded, but my response once again was not well received, "She switched to two fingers and was widening me with circular motions, "Show me that slutty that seeks forbidden submissive feminization." Looking at myself in the mirror, wearing a matching pink bra and garter belt, stockings and lacy pink maids collar, being finger fucked by a latex Domme appeared I was already well on my way to that goal.
Mary tossed a chair cushion onto the floor below me, "Drop Katie, it's finally your moment to become a real girl. I'm just so glad that I am going to be your first. You will always love me for doing this to you...and doing it nicely, not just rutting out your asshole." We both moved to the floor with her quickly rimming my smooth sissy hole with the thick head of her strap-on, "You wouldn't believe how much this makes my pussy so wet." It was the last thing she said before she plunged the mushroom head into my stretched hole. Mary did exactly as she promised as she slowly allowed me to accept her cock an inch at a time until she had over half of it inside me. Pausing her downward assault, she leaned over and began kissing my back, "Horny for me to dominate you as my cock ?" I was ready for control and service to her, "Yes, Mary!" She grabbed my hips and slammed another couple inches of veiny cock deeper as the head felt it was in my belly. As she slowly started rocking in and out of my hole Mary leaned over and rubbed her tits against my back, "I hope someday you'll be desperate for public fucking with me, just as long as our identities are concealed."
She left me hanging on this thought as her hips were thrusting the cock in deeper than any dildo I had ever taken on my own. Mary's reactions proved that this was more than a fantasy for her, it was a fetish, and I was the toy that she could indulge her lusty desires upon. As she started to slowly long dick my pussy I could see no wrong with this arrangement as she was triggering new feminine desires deep within me until suddenly my belly quivered and I shook uncontrollably, moaning like a true slut under my breath, "Well, look at you. You are already cumming from throbbing cock, my thick cock...admit it." She quickened her pace and reached underneath my body and grabbed my leaking clit, "Your first female orgasm proves you really are a slutty ...and I love it."
Moving her hands to the middle of my lower back, Mary really lean into her thrusting to go even deeper. She took over everything for the next ten minutes as she constantly ordered Katherine, "Don't stop watching bimbo Katie in the mirror being deflowered by big hard cock." After a series of female orgasms Mary asked another question between her panting, "Is Katie already loving the feeling of being filled more than she could have ever imagined? I just wish I could cum inside you right now so that Katie could know how it feels to be bred with sticky cum shooting deep inside her pussy," I could sense she was also about have an orgasm as she tried get her point across, "But I know you already love my hard on." Before she could say another word, she shook and slammed balls deep into my spread hole with the root of her cock being gripped by my asshole. We eventually slumped down to the floor as she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight, "Not bad for a first time anal virgin. Don't you agree?" This comment made me chuckle as we laid connected by a piece of thick plastic.
Looking at the clock in the room, Mary softly told me, "Sorry little girl, but we've got a few minutes get ready. Next time we'll need break in that pretty little mouth with my hard black cock." She shifted around behind me and in one long tug pulled her ten inch cock out of my flowering asshole. As she stood up and looked down at Kate she took in the scene, "If I were a photographer, this would be a pose any Master would approve." Mary quickly crossed the room and removed her strap-on, placing it in a drawer inside the left side of the make up table. She then returned and uncuffed her submissive, which enabled me to jump up and quickly my makeup one last time before pulling on my gaff and having my maids uniform drop down over me. Through all of the other excitement, this also caused another ripple of excitement cascade through my body and nearly bringing on another orgasm. Mary came over and kissed me hard on the lips, "Admit it. You love having me you with my big hard cock." I was already repeating it word for word even before she was finished. She smiled, turned back the mirror and touched up her lip stick and then handed the silver tube, "You like you need a bit more of this for your lips. You've been drooling." We both laughed at her observation and made our final preparations with minutes before the deadline. Mary unlocked the door and was giving Katherine one last , making sure I was presentable the world when the door suddenly swung open.
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25 Oct 2014 (2)
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Posted:Feb 11, 2021 8:18 pm
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Once I was introduced a couple of the janitorial staff I was told to follow the person in charges every instruction for of the necessary preparations for tonight's costume party. When I turned around I was faced with what most men would call an 'amazon woman'. She was both statuesque and imposing as she stood several inches taller than me, which gave her the perfect angle to look down upon me while in her service. Her dark hair and penetrating dark eyes gave her a look of a confident and dominant woman, "It's eight a.m. and you'll work until four. There is only a half hour break for lunch. You have a lot of work ahead of you so don't make me angry!"
I melted submissively as she approached me and pinned a name tag on my hotel maids uniform. When I looked down I was expecting to see Kate printed on the pink heart shaped badge I was shocked to see it was actually printed with DAVE in gold block capital letters. Looking up at her I was already feeling the humiliation bubbling up inside of me, "Dave is such a cute name for a fucking sissy faggot, don't you agree?" When I waited a bit too long to answer she slapped me hard across the face and demanded an answer, "I'm not a faggot." She slowly circled me one time before striking her first blow at my remaining masculinity, "What are you wearing? Why are you here? Maybe rather than working like cheap labor today you would prefer us to set up the glory hole box for all of the employees entertainment." She stepped right into my face and with the heat of her breath accentuating her final comment, "So what's it going to be? An eight hour shift on your knees or eight hours of working like an illegal alien?" This time I didn't pause, "I'll just be the maid."
She walked over to a mop and a bucket full of suds, "You're choice, but it wasn't the response I was expecting." She paused to give me time to answer, hoping to hear that I had changed my mind, "Okay, you're on cleanup detail first." And so for the next eight hours I moped the floors, cleaned up everything, put up a roomful of Halloween decorations, set up the bar and stocked it with all of the finest liquors and champagne, and helped with the storage and preparation of the catered food as it was delivered. My task mistress had me doing everything a set up crew of 4-5 would normally be assigned to finish and as I was nearly exhausted, and my uniform was a mess, when finally at 3:45 Mr. Paul showed up to check on me, "It looks like Peggy really put you through a lot today. I just hope you can pull off your transformation, because you will be closely watched all night." I could see him melt just a little bit, if only for a second as he added, "Our boss is here tonight, so don't draw attention to yourself." He then leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Good choice not going into the glory hole box this morning. You would have been locked in there all night, and if you turned down one coc..just one...well, let's just say do you remember the bar tender that was sold at the night of your first slave auction? That would have been your destiny. There is always an out if you make the right choices."
He then walked over the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey, tossed it down in one gulp, and then turned back to , "You passed your first test tonight. I'll give you a break and say you're done for the day as Dave. Do you agree?" I nodded in agreement, "Good, maybe you are finally turning into a good girl. Now go get showered and changed. I want you ready and waiting for Fred and the others that are scheduled to arrive early. No later than 5:30. Do you understand my pink little cotton candy brain bimbo?" I should have been humiliated by this Alpha 's comment but it only made me want please him more, and also just find a way of getting through the night any way possible. He turned pour another shot before saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? And you better do as good of a job on your makeup as I've seen in the photos from your condo." He finally turned to look back at me, "The camera sure does bring out the slut in you Katie. Now go get ready, you have an even bigger night ahead of you."
When I returned to the office and began changing into Kate for the evening I found that my pink sissy maid uniform was waiting for me hanging in the closet, but what worried me more was the fact that all of my male clothes were missing. I just shook it off and settle my worries by realizing that I wasn't planning to be dressed in them for at least another hours, so I would worry about it tomorrow morning. After a long hot shower I was revitalized and took on the task of transforming my face into more of a show girl look after dressing in my lingerie and stockings. Preening in front of the floor length wall mirror I turned from side to side to check my feminine look, looking over my shoulder at my firm ass framed by a black waist cincher, lace garter belt and black lace top stockings. Quite frankly, I was hot since my diet and exercise regimen had produced a drop of 40 pounds over the past 9 months and had already whittled 3 inches off of my waist. Just as I was finishing the final touches my makeup with even more mascara I heard a key turning in the lock.
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25 Oct 2014
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Posted:Feb 6, 2021 3:39 pm
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The correspondence I received over the next four months was one Fed Ex envelope with these orders - 'practice your makeup techniques everyday, Kate does not deserve the expert services provided by Roberta for all of our more deserving employees'. It was signed by Fred with one last comment, 'Never fully close the blinds in your dining room. We will be watching your progress'. I immediately turned and looked across the living room and the window he had described. Realizing that several homes up in the hills, including a wide expanse of undeveloped hillside all the way up to one of the tourists overlooks off of Mulholland, would have a clear view deep into my condo.
After a couple weeks of wondering if I was being constantly watched I began to feel like a bird in a cage. I would come home from work and strip down to my lingerie, take a half hour to work on my makeup, and then parade in front of that open window so that I proved to whomever was watching I was following orders. By the time that the end of October came around I had discovered a new self confidence showing myself off and that Kate's makeup would protect my normal public identity as a .
There was no limo ride for Kate this year, as I had been demoted back to the 'blindfold and van ride' to this party's location. Also, there was no fancy - mansion as this setting was similar to the first auction I ever attended. Located somewhere in the valley in a large one floor building in a warehouse district was where Kate would serve for the next 24 hours to fulfill one half of her obligation, and also avoid any further complications before new years. I had gone over the pros and cons of everything that had already happened over the previous two and a half years and determined that I could live with every scenario that had been captured of Katherine. If somebody I knew discovered it I would just try explaining what had happened, and if they couldn't accept it, then I wouldn't need them in my life anymore.
I was escorted to an office by another of the muscle guards always around at the auctions. When we reached the back of the building I was told to change into the uniform hanging in the closet, "You've got a lot of work to do before tonight's party. Also, I was told to tell Kate that you'll do your makeup after your hour morning shift is over. I'll be back in minutes, and you better be ready!" Why did everything always sound so ominous whenever I was around any of these men.
I was expecting the pink French Maids uniform to be waiting for me, but instead I found a grey and white maids uniform. One that you would normally see in a hotel setting by a maid cleaning a room. On the table was a pair of black panty hose and a pair of mary jane's with two inch heels. As I was finishing up my transformation and taking one last in the mirror I heard the door being unlocked. I expected the guard, but it was Mr. Paul and Mr. Fred.
One was smiling to see while the other Dom was standing there with his arms crossed looking up and down, "It's good to see you can take orders. I've been pleased with the reports I've been getting from our investigator." Mr. Paul turned and looked inquisitively at Mr. Fred, "Yes, Paul I've been having him watched. You didn't know that he lied to you about his injuries after the car accident. I don't know why you have a soft spot for this faggot, but he took advantage of you." I had never seen Mr. Paul so mad as the truth was laid out before him, "This little bitch was trying to back out on us, and we both know that is never a good idea. So, I had this silly sissy observation, and once our man figured her schedule it was easy to document everything." I could feel my cheeks redden, and my head bowed down so that I wouldn't have to witness the disappointment in Mr. Paul's eyes.
I guess he had said enough as Mr. Fred changed gears and started to tell me the list of chores to prep the entire warehouse where the costume party would take place, "You're nothing but a common laborer here to do the job while you are in that uniform. If you get everything done quickly you should have more than enough time to prepare as our pink sissy maid for the evening. Oh, and no drink orders for you tonight, only food service, so don't expect to walk out of here in the morning with a pocket full of tips."
Mr. Fred then left, while Mr. Paul waited for the door to be closed, "Why did you lie to me?" I whimpered a response, "Because I was scared that I was already in too deep, and didn't see any way out except to delay in hopes something would work out." Mr. Paul step up close to me and loomed over Kate, "Whatever happens from here on out all depends on you. There is still a pathway back to being Dave if you truly want that, and tonight is your first step in making it happen. Just be sure it is really what you want to happen. You're at that proverbial fork in the road with everyone else."
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28 June 2014
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Posted:Feb 2, 2021 3:09 pm
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Every weekend like clockwork Mr. Paul would call and check up on my progress. My initial injuries from the auto accident were improving with physical therapy, but it was the serious back problems that could lay me up for days at any moment. By the start of June I had finally rounded the turn to a full recovery, but I wasn't too sure I was ready for Kate's return to the auction scene.
I had hoped Mary's return would solve some of my problems just by talking things over with her, and also getting her opinion on what my next move should be to extract myself from this web I created for myself. Her mother had taken a fall and it slowly became a turn for the worst, and her last phone call was to tell me that she had died and Mary wouldn't be back until she cleared up the estate and sold the house. Although she did drop a hint, "I've been thinking about moving back here permanently to get away from the bad influences I became associated with in Los Angeles. I was never looking for this type of scene. I suspect it was similar to the way it happened to you, how we both just fell into it." Not what I wanted to hear, "Oh sweetie, I didn't mean you. You're something I've been looking for in my life. You're the best of both worlds. If you want to see where this leads us?" It was something I too wanted to pursue.
Days ahead of normal a Fed Ex package arrived at my door step. I was still waiting for the final confirmation phone , which I had decided to decline the invitation, using my injury excuse to pass on this auction. Inside the package was a smaller white box and a handwritten note from Mr. Paul taped to the top, "I know it's been rough for you lately, but we still hope you can make it this weekend, and since it's your birthday I thought this might be an appropriate gift." How did he know my birthday, and what else did he know about me, was it everything?
I opened the lid, and stared down at a pair of realistic c-cup tits with pink areolas and hard nipples. There was also four small jars of white cream with instructions for it's proper use of the cream after wearing the falsies. It would help avoid any unwanted irritation from wearing them for extended periods of time. Later when I had my new tits stuffed in a lacy bra and I was doing modeling turns in front of the bathroom mirror my cell phone began ringing with Mr. Paul's ring tone. I had rehearsed my speech for weeks and made it as believable as possible as I made up another excuse to delay the inevitable. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was disappointed when I told him I was still having bad days and asked to be given another pass for June's function.
He made one half-hearted effort to change my mind, "You don't have to worry, it's not another amateur night, although it was a big hit, Especially for our friends in Bogota. You can be my personal guest as either Dave or . . . Kate." When I still declined he finally accepted my excuse, but told I had to be ready by Halloween, "It will be the one year anniversary of Kate coming 'out' to the world." I agreed that Halloween was my new goal to reach full recovery, but I was already working on a plan to push the return of Kate back even further. That was the plan until everything changed a few days after the slave auction.
A private courier service arrived at my door asking sign for a package I wasn't expecting. The deliveryman scanned the bar code after I returned the pad before he handed over the package and left in the doorway puzzled at what might be inside the large envelope. Pulling it open I found it contained only a small note and one DVD in a crush-proof case.. My first thought it was from Mr. Paul, but I didn't recognize the handwriting, but as I started read it I realized it was from Mr. Fred. 'OUT TAKES FROM OUR PORNO (both straight and gay version).' I wasn't sure what think as I read further, 'YOU'RE THE HOLLYWOOD GUY, WE WOULD LIKE HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHICH YOU FEEL WOULD ATTRACT A BIGGER CLIENTELE',
I turned on my DVD player and popped in the disc, and then after a few seconds of black followed by ten seconds of color bars and the logo of the edit house in New York City, Black followed the logo for fifteen seconds, and it made wonder what I would see next. My jaw dropped as I was watching a video of in my BJ encounter with the cum slut, but there were so many new angles than the tape I had been told was the original and ONLY copy. Even if I did have the original tape from the camera I was still looking at video that exposed me up to and including the moment I shot my seed all over her face. The shot lingered on the cum slut for a few seconds before the screen went black once again. I was trying to comprehend everything that I had just witnessed when more video appeared on the screen.
It was starting exactly the same way as the previous scene. My face was fully exposed as I was looking down at the blow job I was getting, but when the next edited shot popped up it showed a tattooed guy sucking a cock through the same glory hole. The more I watched, the more I panicked, as the scene was seamless, and made it appear I was a player in a gay sex scene that I willingly participated in. Then when the shot changed to show the curtain being pulled back it revealed the guy playing my stand-in was being fucked in the ass by a black man with what looked like a ten inch erection. I knew I was trapped, and when the black man filled 'my ass' the camera moved in close to document the thick stream of chunky cum flowing from inside as the head popped out. The final shot cut away to the close up of my face as I moaned and whimpered before falling back into the darkness of the booth.
The extra video must have been shot later that night after I had gone home. I realized that this must have been part of Mr. Fred's plan for me all along. When I checked my tape for the spots where the camera had been cut during the swish pans through the crowd it all became clear just how deep I was now for anybody that might see this video.
As I was watching the DVD for a third time my cell phone rang and I turned the volume down before answering, "Hello." There was a brief pause before Mr. Fred answered, "Did you get my message?" I didn't know what to say since he had me totally compromised, "You will be at the Halloween party and New Eve working for free. Do you understan , or do you want this action as the featured part of our most recent production?" I attempted my best to be slightly defiant, "What do you want from Kate? Why are you doing this me?" The next comment made me sit down so I wouldn't fall down, "You wouldn't want your fans to make you even more famous than you already are in Europe and South America. We haven't even premiered this porno in video booths in the States, but that's next." I was defeated and he knew it, "Slave, your submission for an owner culminating with feminization as a fuck and kinky submissive could be easily arranged, and if I would have had my way it would have already happened." He punctuated the phone call with a final set of announcements, "This time you can't use that lame ass excuse you used on Paul. He doesn't know it, but I've been having you followed for the last couple days and from the reports I got you back from the private investigator didn't make you look as injured as you made it out be. Did you think you could just walk away without any repercussions? Halloween...You, our pink sissy bimbo Kate will be there...for one continuous 24 hour shift, starting on the morning of October 25th. You will be there because it is your last chance bitch. Paul can't save you anymore." Now I knew there was very little chance of ever going back to my previous male life. Now it was always one step forward and three steps back for Kate as I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never escape the syndicate's clutches.
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29 March 2014
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 12:13 pm
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Following the typical message at the beginning of the week from Mr. Paul, I was surprised once again the unusual run up my first 'amateur night'. I had battled within myself for several weeks if I was actually willing go through with taking the step that initially had interested in this activity...but never thinking it would involve being a participant, even if only as a temporary agreement. Once again the morning of the auction a large Fed Ex box arrived. My instructions gave me directions Roberta's beauty salon, so she wasn't lying when she told on New Eve that her services included prepping slaves for presentation.
Peeling back the packing paper my eyes grew wide as I saw how I was going be presented later that night. It was a simple sexy black and white lace French Maids uniform. One that you might find in any costume store before Halloween, with a pair of 3" black strapped heels and lace top black stockings. I laughed to myself that maybe I had earned the black uniform since there seemed to be no other path that laid ahead for Kate.
When I unpacked the box there was another note laying on the bottom. I thought it would be more instructions, but I was pleased to discover it was a note from Mary, 'I have to go back east for a couple weeks. Family problems, but I did finally convince Mr. Paul to give me your phone , so I will call once I get back in town. Enjoy not having to work as Kate. I just found out it's going to be the first amateur night in a couple . Just my luck miss this one. Love, Mary xox'.
Sitting down on my couch I was disappointed read that my emotional crutch wouldn't be there through the night. My doubts and insecurities suddenly blossomed as I looked back and forth from my laid out feminine uniform up the video on my big screen. It was 'the' video, that I must have watched a thousand times attempting find something, or anything that tied my identity the activity that became my first step down this current path. The video that Mr. Fred took was quite shaky and amateurish. It was just one long continuous take. Even when he would move through the crowd to a different position he would just point the camera down at the floor until he was in another position and only then raise it up. The only angle that fully exposed my face was just a close up, actually most everything he shot was closeups, so the more that I had watched it the safer I felt about being a part of any porno Mr. Fred was producing. Just that one shot was all that tied me to the night, but not connecting me with the sexual act he documented.
Mr. Paul had assured me several times over the past months that although my information had been sent out into the dark web, that any pertinent information (ie-name, location, phone #) was still only accessible by him. The final offer he put forward was that he would pull my sale the night of the auction before the final bid was gaveled. If I gave him a non-verbal signal while being sold on-line he assured me that all bids would be halted, so here I was driving down Ventura Blvd. expecting another night to remember.
The last thing I remembered, after I woke up in the hospital, was seeing a flash of a blue car out of the corner of my eye running the stop light and t-boning my car. When the nurse saw that I was awake she ran out of the room and called for a doctor. Looking around groggily I was on an IV and I could tell from the casts that I had a broken arm and leg, Just then the doctor came in with a big smile on his face, "Well, there you are. It's been a couple days. You took quite a big hit to your head." While trying to take this all in I had to ask, "What do you mean a couple days?" The doctor looked at the chart he was holding to fill me in, "You were lucky. The other guy didn't live. He was in a police chase and hit you going 60. The concussion was the worst of it for you, and it took a day or for the swelling go down. We were hoping you would wake up sooner, but now that you have, things should start returning normal."
Nothing seemed normal after losing a couple days. That was about the time that I remembered where I was going before the crash and wondered what the ramifications for not attending the auction was going be for Kate. I asked for my cell phone and the doctor picked it up off the table near the bed, "Don't use it too much. You need another day or of bed rest and observation before I'll feel good about releasing you." I thanked him and waited for them leave before I turned my phone on. As I had expected I was faced with a barrage of and phone messages, but my main focus was finding any from Mr. Paul, which there were numerous messages, both and voice.
The messages started out questioning where I was and then turned ones of concern and finally anger. I could tell that he thought I just disappeared and blew the night off. When the next last one was dated the morning of the thirty first, 'You have no idea how much trouble you've gotten yourself into. You fucked up you dumb bimbo sissy bitch.' It was like a knife through my heart reading these until I found his last one only received less than an hour ago, 'A driver from our limo service recognized your totaled car on a You Tube 'L.A. police chase' site. I just saw it on line. Tell if you need anything. Hope you are OK? What hospital did they take you? We need talk because I didn't know what happened you until right now."
I quickly texted back and waited for his call. Less than a minute after it was sent my phone rang and I answered it before the second ring, Once again, as always he broke right in control the conversation, "Hello, my broken little sissy slut. It was Mr. Paul, "We've had slaves try almost anything possible NOT be sold, but you took it to a completely different level." Thankfully, this had eased my nerves and initial concerns. We talked for the next fifteen minutes when I told him what I remembered about the accident and then he told me what he saw, "I'm glad you're safe, but when you didn't show up I had to tell Fred, and he berated me for being so soft on you. I'm not sure where you stand anymore with our syndicate." I wanted to plead my case, but he didn't allow me the chance, "All I can say is that I'll do my best to defend this set bac Hope you'll be back normal before the next event on June 28th. I'm scheduled video conference with our foreign investors this wee I know your name is going come up. I'm hoping that when I show them the video of your car accident it should stop any kidnapping plans that may have already been set in motion."
When I hung up my cell phone I noticed the heart monitor was racing, so much that my nurse came back into the room to check on me, "Are you okay? Maybe it's time to put the phone down for a couple hours and get some rest." I just smiled and nodded as she checked my monitor as the pace of my beating heart lessened, "After seeing that crash video on-line you're lucky you got a chance at a second life." That wasn't my problem, it was what kind of life would it be, and if I had already lost control of it.
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New Years Eve 2014 (3)
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Posted:Jan 29, 2021 3:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2021 12:00 am
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Standing in front of the floor length mirror I gazed upon a view I could have never believed before starting my association with this syndicate. Mary was adjusting the long black wig with bangs on my head and checking on the final touches before nodding approvingly, "It's a good thing we've got that big cock gaffed up tight underneath your short flared skirt. You are so adorable in that outfit," She kissed my right cheek and winked at my image in the mirror. I was all set for the party, and I would definitely stand out from the other maids in what I was wearing. From head to toe I was all woman for anybody that didn't look too closely. Underneath my uniform the lingerie matched perfectly with the same soft tone of pink. Corset, opera gloves, garter belt, panties, stockings and a pair of wide heeled white 6" Mary Jane's completed my feminization transformation. Mary pulled something from her pocket and turned to stand in front of me, "Oops, I almost forgot this." She pinned a pink name tag on my uniform with Katherine printed upon it, "There, now you're ready. Now go out there and get'em my little submissive. Our bosses will be watching you very closely this evening, even if you don't see them, so don't fuck this up."
With just over two hours to go in the year the party was in full swing and Katherine was working the room serving the guests finger food and taking drink orders from a select few that would slip some extra dollar bills into my cleavage for the added personal attention to their needs. As the evening grew closer to midnight it didn't take Katherine very long to realize that this night would not involve an auction. My employers had just put their personal project on full display at just another one of their social parties, which allowed the male still within my soul the opportunity to be fully Kate without any social pressures or humiliation. It only felt forbidden when a couple women and one man had guessed my correct sex throughout the night, even seeing through my ultra feminine appearance, but they had all whispered that my secret was safe with them.
When I was finally given a short break to rest my aching feet Mr. Paul joined me on the balcony to begin another of his hard sells, "So, how do you like your gift?" I couldn't hide my approval as I spun in my heels so he could get a closer inspection of his purchase...and hopefully future property , "I love it, but I thought this was going to be an auction too." Mr. Paul moved a step closer, "Oh really? Wishing you were up for something like that tonight? It would be a great way to start the year." My breath caught in my throat as he pressed the issue, "Who says there isn't an auction happening tonight? With high-speed internet these days and video conference calls we could go down on the office computer and join in with Fred's auction happening in London tonight. I wouldn't let anybody purchase you, but it might be fun to see how much you might raise before I crush everybody with a silent bid. I've done it before for a couple noobies. I could list you as a slave with Fred already being your Master and owner, ready for submission. Both slutty and feminine, submissive, horny, shaved, collared. A video and photography submissive ready for humiliation, cuffs, sucking cock and 24/7 enslavement. Did I leave anything out?" I couldn't even answer as my eyes were wide with panic, "Or we can just gaze out on this view and enjoy the night just as you are?"
I took a deep breath and allowed all that he said to sink in, "That's a lot more than I am..." He cut Kate off by kissing her softly on my pink painted lips, "Katie you could be all of that and more. I know you love to be watched and I could see you quickly become a dildo slave, if you're not one already. Be submissive and welcome your introduction to a world of thick cock, forbidden training involving control and wicked, kinky, sticky, public exhibition." I was almost ready to pass out, but I also didn't want him to stop, as he revealed things a dominant Alpha trainer like Mr. Paul wanted, and finally watch for any visable reaction as my erection signaled the move I desired from fantasy and into full reality for Kate, "Your break is over. You need to get back to our many guests. It is a good thing Fred is in London tonight or you might become an even bigger porno star than you already are overseas." This comment fell upon Kate like a ton of bricks as Mr. Paul left his sissy maid stranded on the balcony railing. I attempted to shake off everything he said and did all I could, quickly became the friendly French Maid for a mansion full of top-end stars and dignitaries.
Just minutes before midnight, while I was waiting for Mary to fill a drink order for me, I heard a man behind me clear his throat, which made me turn to see who it was. And as always, hoping all evening long, that it wasn't Steve, "Don't I even get a hug? Don't you remember me, because I sure do remember you! Mark, we met while I was seated at another bar, somewhat similar to this one, at the Halloween party." I did remember him and curtsied politely, "Hello, how are you?" He looked both disappointed and then intense, "This is so much more you than that bar hop costume they made you wear, but I see you're still playing hard to get." I giggled at his comment, "I am playing hard to get? Nobody has ever accused me of that before." He took in my vision of femininity one last time before adding, "I'm sure Fred probably told you about Dom's that wanted to own you. Well, just so you know, I am also one of those men. I've had my eye on you ever since I saw all of the video Fred has on you." He downed his shot of tequila and hungrily looked me up and down one last time, "I can wait for you, but hopefully not too much longer." He turned and walked away as quickly as he had plopped back into my life. As I picked up the drink order and placed them on the serving tray Mary gave me an inquisitive look like 'who was that?' and I just mouthed that I would be back to tell her everything.
Just as I returned to the bar Mr. Paul took center stage on the staircase to announce it was 30 seconds to midnight, and that everybody should grab a drink and raise a toast to the new year and good bye to the old, I joined Mary as she handed me a fluted glass filled with champagne, "I saved this bottle just for us." I didn't know exactly what it was, but by the looks of it the bottle was very old. Everybody began shouting, ", , , , , FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO...ONE!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" As everybody sang and kissed and hugged and shouted I looked across the bar at Mary and said as sweetly as possible, "Here's to a year with many moments like this for us." Our glasses clinked and we both drank it all down in one gulp, "Damn, that is good! What is it?" She moved the bottle back to a hiding place under the bar after filling our glasses one more time, "It costs more than both of us will make working this party tonight." We downed another glassful and then kissed tenderly. I wanted so much more at that moment, but remembering the 'no fraternization' policy I broke off the lingering kiss before any dominant might pick up on our lust.
After telling her about Mark's comments she just shook her head, "Oh, that's nothing. You wouldn't believe what I overheard from behind the bar tonight." I was all ears as she divulged the most interesting conversation of the night, "Did you know that Mr. Fred is currently producing a porno film in Europe? Now I've never seen any of the pornos, but I overheard two men talking about the edit house they use in New York before the final product is shipped overseas. They said it is used to exhibit future slaves and enlist new buyers into their circle of buyers." I couldn't believe what she was telling me, "The clueless submissive don't even know they are already porno stars with no possible return to their old lives. Thankfully Fred doesn't have anything more incriminating on Katie than that night with the bukake slut. Truthfully, that was the moment I knew I wanted you when you covered her slutty face with your copious seed." She reached out to my face and wiped the small drop of drool that had appeared at the corner of my mouth.
Mr. Paul's voice broke our tender moment, "Can't I keep you two apart?" I immediately backed up and Mary returned to mixing drinks, "Okay, you're all set. I entered your information as a prospective sissy slave at our next 'amateur night' auction. It's all on the dark web, so it's a side benefit for protecting Katie from the men that continue to ask when you might come up on the auction block." I wanted to object before he pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills, "I'll be leaving soon, so I need to pay you now. It was 500 for the night, and how much did you make on tips?" I pulled the cash from the front of my uniform and counted out 680 dollars. Mr. Paul just shook his head and pealed off more , "Those cheap bastards. Here's another thousand, you earned it, but you'll need to leave the uniform here at the end of the night. You can wear it for the next live auction." He placed my wages in my open palm, kissed my right cheek, and left his sissy maid standing there in shock.
When the party finally broke up, and I finished my responsibilities of cleaning up the mansion, I started looking for Mary but was informed that all of the waiters had already been sent home. I was quite disappointed that Mary and I didn't have another moment alone, but was almost as disappointed when I pulled off my maids uniform and hung it up on the rack in the changing room. The whole ride back into the valley I was thinking about Mary and the story she had told me about a porno being produced and wondered if I was a part of it. With this new information my new goal was now only getting home quickly and looking closely at the BJ video from last year to be sure it was the original tape and not a copy.
The limo eventually stopped and I was expecting to be left off at my car, but when I started to step out I realized I was being left off in the alley behind the beauty salon, "Can't you pull around front where my car is parked?" Without any concern on his part he robotically answered, "Sorry, bit I am only allowed to pick up and drop off my passengers at the same location." When the limo drove off it was then that I remembered that my face was still fully made up, and that I didn't have anything to hide it from any strangers. When I rounded the front of the building facing Ventura Blvd., and reached the parking lot I froze in place as several cars close to mine had a large group of drunks hanging out under a bright halogen light. I thought in the darkness I could get away without anybody noticing, but as I was placing my key in the car door the wolf whistles started and my humiliation grew as they shouted, "I've got a thick cock for your slutty mouth. Want to be out fuck ? You would be wearing a collar and covered with my orgasm if you were mine!" I never felt more humiliated as I fumbled with the lock before finally opening the door and quickly pulling away as they started to approach. As I reached the safety of the freeway and drove home I realized that I did have an effect on the opposite sex, and sometimes even if it was unwanted. Now my biggest worry was the forbidden video and photographs that may already dominate a video being watched by thousands of Europeans.
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New Years Eve 2014 (2)
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Posted:Jan 28, 2021 6:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2021 11:12 pm
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As I settled into the back seat of the limo I immediately noticed that the darkened windows didn't allow me any view of the outside world. As we pulled onto the 101 freeway and started traveling west the driver told me, "Settle back and enjoy the ride." I looked around for the typical blindfold, which I expected finding laying on the seat before being told to put it on before arriving at the final destination, but I realized it wouldn't be necessary when the driver raised the window separating us, which was also darkened so much that the added protection the blindfold would create was unnecessary. Fortunately, I had driven this route thousands of times while living in Southern California and looked down at my watch so that I could attempt to guess our final location once we arrived. When I felt the limo reach the long downhill incline I knew exactly where we were, and when we pulled off at the exit near the bottom of the hill and turned to the left I suspected we were on our way to Malibu once again, but only a couple minutes later we unexpectedly turned left once again and drove up another steep hill and pulled to a stop just as the sun was setting.
When the door opened I was greeted by Mr. Paul who extended a hand and helped his employee out of the limo. By the look on the Alpha males face it was obvious that he was pleased with the work that Roberta had done on transforming the guy she had stared with and produced the sexiest version of Katherine, "Wow Katie. You look fabulous! We just need to hurry and get you out of that ridiculous costume. Johnathan will take you inside where you'll get dressed in tonight's uniform. I hope you will love it, I picked it out all by myself while I was in Europe. I had hoped we would all see you wearing it long before now, but I know the final results will be well worth the wait." He then moved over and talked with the driver and gave him instructions, which had him pull away and down the long driveway that passed through an area that looked like a wine vineyard. Looking around at the expansive Mediterranean style structure, it was by far the largest location that had ever been used for any of the parties I had attended, "This is quite a spectacular place." Johnathan just nodded as Mr. Paul returned, "We don't have much time Kate before the first guests arrive, so hurry downstairs and get ready." He slapped me hard on my right ass cheek, emphasizing what he wanted from his employee, which made the sissy in me to squeal from his sudden rough treatment.
Once inside the sprawling mansion preparations were well underway with waiters and maids setting a large spread of food next the fully stocked bar. Looking at the maids, I thought I had an early preview of what I would be wearing that evening, as the women were wearing silk and lace black French Maids uniforms. As we descended the stairs I started worrying that Johnathan was assigned as the person that would help Kate get dressed until he opened a door and pointed in the direction for entry. I was relieved when I found Mary was waiting inside for her secret lover. As she turned and saw standing there she casually told my body guard, "That's all for now Johnathan. I've got this covered."
When he exited and closed the door behind us we rushed into each others arms and kissed passionately. After a long, deep French kiss, that I never wanted to stop, Mary finally pushed back get a good look at my fully made face, "Roberta really earned her this time.' I didn't think Mary would want know what part of her was for the feminization process she put through, "I'm just glad see that the guy hasn't been totally lost." I wasn't sure what she meant until I watched her eyes gaze down my body and smile at the bulge she had produced in my pants. I quickly pulled my polo over my head and tugged my shoes off. Mary dropped the Japanese kimono to the ground revealing her in the same pink panties I was wearing, "You better be wearing my gift or you're not getting any of this tonight. She twirled her areolas after wetting her fingertips. Grazing around and around as she swayed her hips and watched me strip. I made sure to make her wait for an extra moment of anticipation before I opened my pants and dropped them around my ankles, " baby! Bravo! You're such a good little submissive." Her comment made me blush as in gingerly stepped clear and tossed them a chair as I confessed, "You make it so easy." With a smile and a wink Mary came closer before dropping her knees and began stroking my growing erection through the panties she had given after our first fuck, "We don't have enough time right now, but if I do this, will you promise always let fuck Katherine whenever I need a good pounding?"
She didn't even allow the opportunity answer as she yanked down my pink lace panties and gazed lovingly at the erection bobbing in her face. With her left hand she played with my shaved balls and with the right stroked slowly from root tip, " girls love a good hard cock, don't you agree?" Mary's mouth sucked greedily on the first couple inches of my throbbing shaft as her tongue licked and swirled around the head, which made softly moan, 'yes' without realizing the future ramifications of my response. Her left hand immediately shot and began rimming my asshole. She gripped the root of my shaft harder and began jacking off into her drooling mouth. When she poked inside my rosebud she found that I was already lubed as I had hoped we might have a moment like this together.
She took the invitation as it was meant to be and pushed her entire middle finger in as far as she could reach and began to circle inside my sissy pussy. My knees were shaking and I was barely able to remain standing as she focused on reaching deeper with her mouth until she nearly had of my full erection down her throat. Mary did gag slightly before pulling back the tip catch her breath. While she did this, she began finger fucking my hole which was driving crazy with lust. Between the stroking and sucking and fingering I was like putty in her hands as my balls tightened and shot forth a massive load of my seed. Slurping with her ruby red lips around the corona of my cock head she feasted upon until her mouth with filled with my sperm. Quickly standing her feet she pushed down the chair and sat my lap tip my head back and spit my cum into my open mouth, "I prefer slutty Katie, don't you?" Swallowing my cum and licking my lips was all she needed to see, "Good girl."
After freshening our makeup we did our best and got dressed quickly. Mary pulled on a pair of black dress pants over her long legs and a starched plain white men's shirt. Attached her name tag onto the left hand pocket and slipped into a pair of black loafers, "That's what your wearing? I thought you would be showing off a bit more than that." She took one last look in the mirror before answering, "Dave sweetie. I'm just the bartender tonight. Nothing more and nothing less. Every other bartender dresses this way. It helps avoid any undue attention from the guests. Now as far as you are concerned that is quite a different story." She opened the top of a large box sitting on the dressing table and pulled out a frilly pink and white French Maids uniform, "I heard that Mr. Paul made a special trip to Paris while he was overseas last year. Don't you just love it?! It may have been the most feminine thing I had ever seen, "That's for me? That's what I will be wearing tonight for New Eve? But the other girls were..." She didn't let finish my question before cutting off, " Did you hear what you just said? The other girls, those are girls, and you're not a girl. Maybe someday you will earn the honor of wearing a black French Maids uniform, but for now Mr. Paul thinks this is much more appropriate. And as you know, a deal is a deal."
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