New Years Eve 2014
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Posted:Jan 26, 2021 7:03 pm
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It was December 31st, and I was anxiously waiting for my package arrive with tonight's instructions. I was a bit surprised when it was not the typical Fed Ex envelope, but a large package, which made hesitate for a moment before my curiosity got the better of me and I ripped it open, finding the contents with more than just a note I had expected. There was a dark blue polo shirt and black pants with the note telling me to wear these items and proceed to an on Ventura Boulevard. I wasn't sure what to make of this change in plans, since I had prepared myself all week for another appearance in public as Katherine.
Less than an hour later I pulled into the large parking lot for a grocery store and a strip mall located on the west side of the lot. After parking one of the lights, knowing I wouldn't be returning until the wee hours of 20, I made my way toward the couple businesses and found the on my invitation was a beauty salon. I thought it was funny how they constantly changed things to protect their underground activities, so I patiently waited there expecting the van to arrive at any minute.
I was contacted quickly, but not by a driver. A busty brunette of Mexican decent, and with the cutest accent, walked up and introduced herself, "Hello, I recognize the shirt, You must be Dave. I am Roberta, the owner of the beauty salon behind us." This was nothing like what I had expected, but after all of my previous experiences I had learned just going along with the flow was easier than questioning it. I could tell she was sizing me up as she continued, "I've already sent the rest of the staff home for New , so we have the place all ourselves. Please come inside before anybody sees us." Watching that curvy ass walk toward the glass doors made me think 'what the hell' and followed her lead.
She held the door open for me, and once inside turned the sign on the door to 'closed' and pulled the blinds on the large picture window dominating the front of the salon. As I looked around the -end salon I wasn't sure what to expect, "We don't have much time, so go back into the changing room and strip down to just your panties and put on one of the robes. I'll come in to get you in a couple minutes once everything is ready here." Uncertain what she meant by her comment I moved down the short hall and entered a changing room with a large mirror and make-up table on one side and a rack with hangers and a pink changing robe on the opposite side. I pulled off my shirt and slacks and was sitting on the chair in the room removing my socks and shoes when Roberta burst in, "Oh, don't you cute in that robe. When I am through with you nobody will recognize you." I wasn't sure what to expect, but if it would aid with my transformation I was all ready for it.
Roberta was pacing back and forth, looking at from every angle, "Before we get started there is something I need you to do. It's part of my arranged payment for turning you into a beautiful for Mr. Paul." She had then stand up and took my place in the chair before pulling up her skirt and spreading her legs. Here I was, presented with a smoothly shaved pussy that appeared to already be glistening with her excitement, "Well, what are you waiting for? It's not going to bite you." She didn't have to say anything else as I dropped to my knees and quickly began tasting her sweet pussy. Between my lapping tongue flicking her hard clit and twirling it deep inside, she was tugging at her extended nipples through her white blouse. The moans from Roberta increased as she urged me on, "I knew you were a lesbian when I saw you standing in front of my shop. Take me over the edge Katherine." Oh my God, she seemed to know everything about me, and with this knowledge it freed me to indulge my love of tasting a woman when she is cumming. A couple minutes later she screamed out loud and heaved against my as she had a powerful orgasm.
For the next two hours she worked her magic on me from head to toe with a manicure, pedicure, hair style and full makeup. When she finally stepped back and looked at her creation she finally sun me around in the chair so that I could see the finished product. If I wouldn't have seen it myself I would have thought the person looking back at me was a hot model, "Wow! Thanks. Uh, I never thought I could ever look this good as a girl." Roberta stood next to me and put an arm around my shoulder, "Oh, this is is just your first step into true feminization. Everything else has been sexually oriented up until now, but THIS is something so much more. You'll love the reaction and the attention you will get at the party tonight." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Come back any time and I will teach you all you need to know to become the woman you truly are on the inside." We both looked at my feminine image, "And from what I can see, other than your big hard clitty in those pink panties, you'll make some man a very sexy slave someday." I hadn't even noticed that I was fully erect and oozing precum from the tip, which was already staining my panties.
After dressing me back in the polo and slacks I looked a little odd and wasn't sure I wanted anybody to see me as I was now, "Don't worry sweetie, Mr. Paul has got everything covered. Please tell him for me it was a pleasure to serve him once again, even though you weren't the typical slave I primp for their auctions." I quickly interrupted her, "Pardon me, but I am not one of the slaves for the auction." Roberta took me by the hand and led me to the back door, "Oh, I know that you're only working for the syndicate part time, but I can see a future with you being sold for big money if you play your cards right." She then opened the back door and waited for a few seconds before a limo pulled up in the alley, "Your ride is here Katherine. Have a great night." Pushing her creation out the door with very little resistance from me, she slammed the door shut behind me and I heard the lock click, signaling that my adventure had moved to a completely different level of submission to the woman that continued to grow stronger inside me.
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7 Sept 2013 (conclusion)
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Posted:Jan 23, 2021 12:40 pm
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When I returned the massive living room everybody's attention was focused on something in the middle of the room, so it was effortless for me slip back in and regain my previous spot at the bar. After ordering a drink, and turning see what the hooting and hollering was about, Steve came rushing over toward me, pushing his way through the tightly packed crowd, "Hey, where have you been? This has been the best auction ever! Can you believe that beautiful talent that was sold tonight!" I had to think quickly for a response, since I hadn't expected to be asked that question as soon as I returned, "Yeah, I actually saw the first go for . When they brought the next one I kinda felt bad for her. Plus, she reminded of my big sister, so I really couldn't bring myself watch. I took a walk outside to check out the view and smoked the joint I had brought with ." This was just enough distract Steve, "Hey, why didn't you look for your good buddy share some of that weed?" I just shrugged my shoulders, "It got me pretty stoned and I lost track of time, so did I miss everything?"
Steve pointed for a bottled beer before he began, "Yeah, it went quickly because there was an unexpected run on the hottest woman by foreigners using call-in bids.' He leaned in closer after taking a swig of his beer, " I just don't see the attraction with cross dressers or sissies. There's always a few mixed in at all of the auctions I've ever attended, and surprisingly they typically get the most action and highest price, not so much with the overseas bidders, but the 'Americans' are always looking to turn another one out." During his speech I had turned away from my friend and was slowly sipping my drink, trying to act natural while my heart was racing wildly with the humiliating fact that he was talking about me, "If you ask me...anybody that dresses in women's clothing is a really sick pervert." Reacting to this without thinking I turned back to him and asked him a series of pointed questions, ", so that's where you draw the line? Look around where you're at? You're telling that you haven't been hoping have some kind of kinky sex with a Dom's slave?" Before he could respond one of the butlers came behind Steve tap him the shoulder, "Sir, I believe you are holding number18, so you are next?" His face turned a bright shade of red before he took another drink from his beer bottle and followed the man back into the crowd.
I was so upset just listening to what he said, and then it dawned that if he was invited New Years, he might recognize Kate. Then I heard Mary's voice behind , "Hey, where have you been hiding?' When I turned around I caught her game right away and played along, "You know, just hanging in the shadows." She turned reach over the bar and grabbed a bottled water, causing her skirt rise quite high, "You need what I have in my pants pocket." Turning back and opening the bottle she realized what I meant and tugged down her hem, ", I think you need that more than I do." If anybody would have been watching us interact, they would have never known that we just had mind-blowing sex.
As Mary settled onto the bar stool and crossed her long subtle legs I couldn't stop staring, "I was so glad you came dressed as Dave tonight. Although maybe next time you'll let me fuck Katie." My reaction must have made Mary concerned, "What's wrong?" I moved closer, "Nothing with you, it's just something I'm dealing with." Before she could respond I added, ", there's going be a next time?" Mary quickly perked , " yes, I think we could be real good together." She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Cross dressers are my Kryptonite."
Hearing this made want her even more, but suddenly she shot back from my shoulder, quickly seating herself fully onto her bar stool. She was looking at something over my shoulder, and when I turned I saw Mr. Paul and Mr. Fred approaching the bar. Mr. Fred started, "How are our guests tonight? Having a good time?" We both nodded, "That's good, but you're still employees, so break it . Yes Dave, Paul told you're working New Years Eve for us. Do a good job or else." He allowed this trail off before he turned and walked away.
Mr. Paul chuckled, "He can be so dramatic sometimes, but he's probably right. Plus, we're just finishing with the night's activities right now." Mary stood and excused herself, "I'll call for the limo. No passenger van for you tonight." She moved over to Mr. Paul and kissed him on the cheek, gave a nod, and was gone. Watching her walk away drew my attention the smaller group of spectators in the living room. Now I could see there was a red padded bench set up with a busty blonde wearing a matching red latex waist cincher. She was held in place by two wide metal rings on posts. One of the rings was locked around her waist and the other was locked tightly around her neck, "What's going on there?" Mr. Paul didn't need to look, "It was her new owners idea. She doesn't know it yet, but it's her official send-off before she gets shipped out of the country...but her ultimate fate still rests in her hands. The phone-in bid for her was placed from Miami, but the buyer is actually located somewhere in Bavaria, Germany. She will be on a private lear jet flying out later tonight. She's expecting to land in South Florida tomorrow, but when she wakes up outside the U. S. borders her fate will be permanently sealed. Just another missing person the police will never locate."
Looking back at the unsuspecting slave I noticed that her beautiful face was smeared with numerous loads of cum. Even more was pooling in a glass bowl on the floor below her mouth. I couldn't tell if she was broken or just enjoying it before I noticed another man move up and stick his hard cock in her open mouth. As she began expertly blowing him he turned his head in ecstasy, and I could now see it was Steve. "Looks like you're buddy Steve is taking full advantage of the night." Sensing my opening I jumped at it, "Speaking of Steve. Let's just say I can't have him EVER know about Kate." He allowed to build up my courage, "So, I'll need to back out of New Years Eve." Mr. Paul turned to the bar tender and motioned for him to retrieve a small plastic baggie filled with a white powder. Once it was in his hands he turned to emphasize what he was about to say, "Just a little magic dust to bring on a restful nights sleep. Don't concern yourself with Steve. You'll be working here on New Years Eve to fulfill our agreement, and I promise Kate is going to love every minute of it."
He moved off and crossed over to where Mr. Fred was chatting with several scantily dressed women. He pulled him away from the small group and said something to him while they were both looking in Steve's direction. This brought my attention back to Steve, who was now long dicking the submissive while holding the sides of her head. She was moaning and couching and struggling to contain his dominant thrusting between her puffy lips. When he finally came he shot a huge load of sperm all over her beautiful face and before he was finished, pushed the pink head of his cock back inside her lips so that she could clean the last of his mess still oozing from the tip. I was startled when something was suddenly slammed down on the bar behind me, spinning me around on my bar stool. It was Mr. Fred with his trusty video camera, "Don't you worry your pretty little pink cotton candy head about Steve." He patted the video camera and ejected the tape, "I've got all I need on your friend, and YOU WILL BE HERE FOR NEW YEARS...AS KATE!"
Turning back to the bondage slave, Steve had disappeared but I saw Mr. Paul pour a portion of the white powder into the bowl of sperm before standing and announcing, "We have an added surprise to end the night. If this slave consumes every drop filling this bowl in less than 2 minutes, with only a straw, then she will be permanently released from her slave contract." A short table was slid against the bench, allowing her free hands to easily move the straw anywhere in the bowl. I turned back to Mr. Fred and asked if that was true. He looked at the submissive and said, "There's always an 'out' possible in any situation, it's just up to each individual to make the correct choice." Two minutes later the bowl still had a small chunky mass of the seed remaining on the bottom of the bowl as the slave was crying and drooling with a belly full of multiple men's ejaculate. Mr. Fred winked approvingly before punctuating the moment, "Sweet dreams for her. Or is it possibly also similar sweet dreams for you?"
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7 Sept 2013 (3)
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Posted:Jan 22, 2021 1:56 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2021 2:50 pm
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Exhausted and satisfied, it was a sad moment when I pulled out, but the look of contentment on Mary's face when she spun around on the couch made it all worth while, "I've been wanting to do that with you from that first night we met." Her comment surprised me, but it was most welcomed, "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." As she slightly curled up on the couch, I sat down next to her and pulled her close to me. With her head now on my shoulder we both enjoyed the quiet moment together reliving the experience we had just shared. I slowly rubbed her flat belly as her hand was playing with my cock, "We will have to do that again soon." I didn't want to appear overly anxious, but still responded quickly, "Oh, there is going to be a next time?" She turned to me with those deep blue eyes and assured me, "If it's anything like that every time we have sex, it's something I will always want with you." We kissed softly as a passionate agreement that I was all in for whatever she wanted, "Hopefully something more than just on auction nights?" She giggled slightly before answering, "Oh, there is a lot I want from you, and if I have my way we will do it all, but we should get back before Paul or Fred misses us."
Watching her slip on her white mini dress and zipping up the back she turned and pushed her pink panties into my pants pocket, "Keep these for me. I want you to wear them on New Years Eve. I always say that what you are doing and wearing on New Years always represents what you will be doing for most of the year." I pulled her close once again and kissed her full lips before we began moving toward the closed office door. She only took a couple steps before grabbing my shoulder and admitting, "Walking around the auction, and not wearing any panties, there is something else I need you to do...I can feel so much of our cum inside my pussy that I know it will be impossible for me to keep it all inside." She reached down with her right index finger and languidly rubbed her slit, producing a trickle of white cum on the tip before she tasted it, "Mmmmm, I can feel it already starting to ooze out of me." Damn, I already wanted her again, "You'll need to do something about that."
Her 'little girl look' instantly changed to one of a Domme as she sat back on the edge of the large wooden office desk, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows, "Will you clean me up?" I nodded and looked around the room for something to use before she cleared her throat to regain my attention, "No baby. I want you to suck me clean. You do want to be my little cum sucker...right sissy boy?" It seemed like the least I could do, so I dropped to my knees before my Goddess and placed my hands on the inside of her upper thighs to open her wider. Being this close to her pussy I could already see a tiny trickle of cum streaming from her pussy and down toward her puckering ass hole. I dragged my tongue up from the bottom, before the overflowing cum could possibly stain her dress, and slurped up our juices until my lips were sucking hard at her quivering hole.
My attention to her needs quickly produced a string of nasty talk that I had never heard come from a woman's mouth. The more she said, only made me want to service her more, as my tongue was permeated with our double dose of warm cum. Not expecting her to release such a torrent of our creamy cum directly into my open mouth was dispelled when she had another orgasm and her pussy opened wider to addict me. She pulled my face back just enough so that my tongue was still just licking outside of her hole and the chunky mess bubbled out and directly into my hungry mouth.
There was so much cum to swallow that I couldn't get it all, as a glob landed on the desk below her hips. When she finally settled down from her most recent orgasm I winked up at Mary over her heaving belly while still licking madly, "Come up here Dave, I need to kiss you." I stood up between her wife-wide spread thighs and kissed her deeply as our tongues exchanged the remnants of our night of sex. When our lips parted she whispered in my ear, "I love how you taste...we taste." I then lifted her up from the desktop as she settled down on her high heels. Moving over to check herself out in the mirror, and attempt to straighten her hair into a non post coital look, as she wasn't amused by her appearance, "I'll need to freshen up before I can return to the party, and you'll need to be a good little cum slut and lick all of that cum you missed off of the desk, We don't want to leave any evidence to be found later." It was both kinky and wicked and I was all in as I bent over and licked the chunky mass from the desk top, all the time in a position that allowed her the perfect angle and watch me submit willingly.
Mary then turned and moved toward the door before I was completely finished, "I'm off to the ladies room to make myself presentable. I'll go first. We shouldn't be seen returning to the auction together. It's frowned upon for this type of interaction between employees. And, we wouldn't want to get Mr. Fred pissed off. I think Mr. Paul wouldn't mind, but you know what a bastard Mr. Fred can be when he feels you have disrespected him." She blew me an air kiss, slowly opened the ornate door and checked the hallway being sure it was clear, before leaving me there still licking the desk.
Once I greedily swallowed it all like a true cum I found a box of tissues on the end table and cleaned up any of the residue that could possible stain the desk. Then moving around the room like a crime scene detective I rearranged the pillows and straightened the blanket on the back of the couch, hopefully leaving the room exactly as we had found it. One last look in the mirror straightening my collar, and giving myself a greedy wink, before I too moved across the moonlit room and cautiously exited without being discovered.
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7 Sept 2013 (2)
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Posted:Jan 19, 2021 8:33 pm
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Mary and I quickly found a secluded office for what I thought was just going be us catching up on each others lives. She moved across the room and turned off the light on the desk, but before she did I could clearly see a room dominated by dark mahogany walls and end art work. When she turned back I was completely taken by her beauty and at that moment I knew I wanted her more than ever. She smiled as if she knew what I was thinking and before I could say a single word Mary walked slowly across the room, as if she was stalking her prey.
Not wanting miss out on this opportunity I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, "I have wanted you from the moment I saw you at that first auction." Our lips touched and it was electric, and as my hands moved up from the small of her back I pulled her close enough that she could feel my excitement pressing into her white mini dress, ",We have got to do something about that." Her arms wrapped around my neck and I lifted her into my arms. Mary's smooth thighs wrapped up over my hips as I guided her over to the brown leather couch. Our kisses were overwhelming us, and when my left hand caressed her firm ass she pulled back slightly to gaze deep in my eyes, "Do you want to do this?"
I just nodded and began nibbling on her neck as she began rotating her hips against my growing erection. I could hear her breathing become shorter as I reached up and pulled down the zipper of her skimpy mini dress. Finally, she removed herself from my grasp and in one motion dropped her clingy dress to the floor and stepped free of it. All she was wearing was a pair of pink panties, white thigh high stockings and her matching stiletto high heels, "Do you like what you see?" I moaned approvingly and pushed her back onto the arm of the couch so that I could drop to my knees and begin caressing the inside of her thighs. My kisses followed the path of my hands as I alternated from leg to leg, ever moving higher until I was close enough that I could smell her excitement. She spread her legs slightly, but not enough that I couldn't pull her panties down and reveal a perfect pussy topped by a small landing strip of blonde pubic hair, "I hope you like? I shaved it just for you."
I could feel my smile widen as Mary nodded approvingly, "I knew you would." I had waited long enough and I grabbed the back of her knees to open her to my advances before I reached out with my tongue and made one long slow lick from near her asshole, up the length of her juicy slit, until my tongue found her clit already poking out, beckoning me on to never stop. With my lips locked between her pussy lips I buried my face in her spicy cunt and began lapping against her tiny nub hoping to bring about pleasure she had never felt before.
Once I started hearing her moan deeply I knew I had found her secret spot and never let up as her moans got louder and her thighs locked around my head. I moved my hands against her firm ass and pulled her slightly off of the edge of the couch to alternate between sucking her clitoris and dipping my tongue deep inside her until one time I could feel her slightly spurting against my flicking tongue. Her hands locked on the back of my head, pulling me hard against her sex, as she panted and I was filled with a mouthful of her sweet orgasm. It was no time to stop as I wanted more of her and I began slurping her sticky nectar, "Oh Dave, you're going to make me cum again if you don't stop." I took it as a challenge as I wanted her wanting me even more than she already did.
Moving back to her clit I focused all of my sexual needs on giving her pleasure as her belly heaved and she gave in to her feelings. With one free hand I began twisting her hard nipples, which sent her over the edge once again, After another powerful orgasm she forced herself to pull me off of her crotch and begged her lover to her, "I need your hard cock inside ....NOW!" She didn't have say twice, as I stood up to give her a deep French kiss as we were swept away with our lusty emotions.
As I quickly fumbled with my belt and zipper Mary slid down into the leather couch and began to furiously rub her wet pussy. I was sure she was seeing the lust in my eyes that I was seeing in her delicate features. When I pulled down my underwear she grinned lustfully, "Oh good, you're as big as I hoped you would be." She then dipped two fingers deep into her pussy and breathlessly asked, "How much have you been needing this?" My hard cock was already dripping precum, so wasn't much of an answer I needed add, "Hurry, I need that big cock in me. Please me, but first this!" Her hand shot out and wrapped around my shaft begin stroking slowly.
She then winked, smiled and licked her lips before bending over and kissed the head of my fleshy cock head. felt like a dream me before her hand moved my balls caress them as she began licking, sucking and bobbing wildly up and down the length of my veiny shaft. I could barely keep standing as she mouthed my cock and gulped the head before pressing the top of her throat. Then looking up at me with those deep blue eyes she slowly pressed forward as inch by inch of my entire cock was sucked in past her ruby red lips. She gagged slightly for a moment before thrusting forward on me several times to bury my bulging cock balls-deep into her throat, all the time never looking away until I could feel my orgasm starting to crest. Sensing this, Mary backed off until just the head was still between her lips, hoping to stifle my impending explosion. Feeling my erection throbbing in her mouth she kissed the head once again before softly saying, "Not so fast big boy. I need you inside my pussy first."
This blonde nymph quickly spun around on the couch so that she was on her knees, presenting her lover with a view any man would want to see. Even in the moonlight shining in through the open window I could see her pussy glistening in anticipation and was nothing that could have stopped the inside me from consummating our sexual union. She then buried her face into the blanket on the back of the couch and gave herself totally to her lust as Mary's fingers were tugging at her clit once again.
Stepping forward and placing my left hand in the small of her back, I guided my full erection against her pink pussy lips and rubbed up and down her slit several times before slowly pressing the head inside. I didn't want to do anything wrong to ruin the moment until I heard her moan my . Feeling her weakness swell the animal in me took over and I easily slipped completely inside her as I could feel Mary already milking me with her tight cunt. What started slow and tender almost instantly became a pussy pounding that echoed with the sound of our flesh slapping in the silence of the room.
I moved my hands to her hip bones to control the action and began sawing deeply in and out of her juicy vagina. The feelings were overwhelming and looking down on those fleshy globes meeting my every thrust had me wanting it to never stop, but it was all beyond my control to hold off for less than a couple minutes before we were both cumming and my potent seed was mixing with hers and filling her belly.
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7 Sept 2013
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Posted:Jan 16, 2021 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2021 10:53 pm
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The wait was over and 'the' week had finally arrived. It was already Thursday, and sadly there was still no messages for me. Standing at the refrigerator scanning the wide selection of canned drinks I heard the voice of somebody that I had been avoiding all week, "Hey buddy. We need to talk." I grabbed a Coke and turned to face Steve, "Yeah, what's ?" He then did his typical looking around suspiciously act, checking the room for anybody else, "Good news, The guys have finally returned from London, so the fun and games are about begin again. Did you get an invitation?" I just shook my head 'no', and acted like I didn't care, " dude, that's too bad. Maybe next time." He patted me the back, grabbed the Coke I was holding, and left the room with wondering if I had become a permanent entry on the no-invitation list.
The rest of the day I just moped around knowing that Steve was invited while I was being shut out. I started seriously questioning my decision in May. Maybe I should have accepted at least a part time association with the underground syndicate. I convinced myself that it didn't mean I would have be Kate every time there was a gathering. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted a second chance, and as I was packing my things at the end of the day my cell phone rang with the familiar ring tone I had been waiting for. Lifting the phone to my left ear my heart was nearly thumping out of my chest in anticipation.
Just hearing his voice melted me immediately, "Hello Katie. Did you miss me?" I couldn't hide my excitement as I blabbered on for a couple minutes, voicing my needs and desires, wishing that I could be extended the offer of employment I had foolishly passed on in May, "We'll talk about that later. I was just calling to see why we had not heard from you. Didn't you receive your invitation? I wrote a phone number on it for you to call if you were ." It was like a weight had been lifted off of K "No, but I was hoping I would hear from you." I could hear him chuckle the other end of the phone before he continued, "Fred was against it, but I talked him into it. This is only a 'guest' invitation, so no worries about showing as Katie." I was both disappointed and relieved, but mostly ready dip my toe back in that pool of sin that was consuming much of my thoughts.
Saturday night I was not fashionably late. Actually I was one of the first to arrive, this time at a house somewhere out in the Malibu Hills, and while the Masters and Dommes filed in and began mingling together I tried to help with any preparations that needed completing. I was disappointed not seeing Mary behind the bar, but the smile across Mr. Paul's face when he greeted me was much appreciated, "Hi. I heard you've been helping, but that's not necessary. You're a guest tonight, unless you dress in one of those." Mr. Paul pointed across the room at two French Maids, "I picked you a really sexy outfit in London that's always ready...when you are ready." I thought about it for a moment, seriously thinking I would take the plunge, "Thank you, but you're right. Tonight I am just one of the guests, so save it until next time."
He jumped on this comment, "Speaking of next time, we are having a huge New Years party planned for the end of the year. Trying to make for our absence this past new year. Although, the night in London was quite memorable." He leaned in close emphasize, "Got keep our satisfied, but you'll see that here tonight with the slaves we've collected for tonight's show. Can we plan on you being there, hopefully as Kate?" I accepted his proposition without a moment of hesitation, "Great. I can offer you 500 dollars for the night plus tips. How does that sound?" I started thinking twice about his offer, but still accepted believing that this time I wouldn't smoke anything that got me into the same trouble like last Halloween, "You will be the most beautiful maid there, that I can guarantee you." He sold me on the fact and we shook hands sealing the deal, "Have a great time tonight, and don't get in too much trouble." And just like that he was gone and I was in deep once again.
Just as the MC took the microphone and began the main event I was spotted by Steve, who came across the room and greeted me with a high five, "Hey, you made it. I thought you didn't get an invitation." Thinking quickly and covering how deep I was being drawn into these activities I told him that the invitation had arrived the night after we talked before finally adding, "You told me at the first auction that all of this was kept strictly confidential." He didn't look totally convinced, "I was the one that got you in the front door, and we're buddies, so there should be no secrets between us." I agreed that I would be more forthcoming in the future, but knew that this was a big lie if it meant keeping Kate under wraps.
Our attention was redirected to the stage where a stunning brunette was led to the auction block by a leash. It didn't look like she was being held there against her will as she confidently strutted back and forth several times to allow the bidders to get a closer look. The sexy slave then bent over to show off her deep cleavage to a small group of men, but I was drawn to the woman standing with them. She was wearing a tight white mini dress that easily showed off her curvy figure. I nudged Steve and asked, "The slave is hot, but who is that blonde with those lucky guys?" We were both trying to get a better look when she turned around and revealed to us that it was Mary, "Isn't that the regular bar tender at these things?" He was right, and my mouth fell open in awe, as she was fully made up to attract every horny guys lusty attention.
When our eyes eventually met I saw her graciously excuse herself from the group and rush over to give me a long hug before whispering in my ear, " my God. I was hoping you would be here tonight." Steve just stood there surprised by her reaction as she nibbled on my ear. As I looked over at him he just gave a thumbs and turned his attention back the auction. The nibbling turned into a long breathless kiss before she said, "Can we go somewhere private? I need to tell you something." We immediately slipped away, finding a quiet part of the mansion with what I thought was the intention of catching the past several months.
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25 May 2013
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Posted:Jan 14, 2021 3:12 pm
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My nerves were already shot as the passenger van pulled up at the undisclosed location. This time I was told before I could remove the black material covering my eyes , "Don't take that off until you are led inside the building. I wasn't expecting a dude connected with your invitation." I was still not sure that I should have placed myself in this compromised position once again, but my goal at this auction had changed from entertainment, but now my self was chasing down 35mm negatives of a passed out Katherine at the Halloween party.
As I was led inside, the sounds of laughter and music from another room calmed me a bit, as I knew I wasn't being led into a trap. As we got closer I was then roughly tugged in another direction away from the party and what I could surmise was down a long hallway until I heard a door opened and I was pushed inside. As I pulled off the blindfold I heard the door loudly slam shut behind me. It looked like an interrogation room you might see in a movie, with a single metal table dominating the middle of the room lit by a single overhead light. There wasn't much else left to look at as I stared down four blank cinder block walls with what I could only imagine was a way mirror cut into one of the walls. There was a single chair on each side of the table. and a small TV monitor setup near the far side of the room. A manila folder and pen was placed on one side of the table with a pitcher of water and glasses on a silver serving tray completing the scene.
Just as I was about peek inside the folder I heard a key rattling in the door. I hadn't even realized it had been locked, and when both Mr. Paul and Mr. Fred entered together I knew I had to quickly prepare my thoughts, "HI. Why all the cloak and dagger? 's not like I haven't been to one of these before". Mr. Paul moved around the far side of the table and sat down in front of the mirror, "Have a seat." He was being way too formal for as Mr. Fred just stood ominously off to one side of the small room not saying a word. I settled into the empty chair determined to regain the upper hand in the situation.
"It's nice to see you again Dave, but I was hoping tonight would be another appearance of sexy Katie." He made blush slightly by the subtle comment before he continued, "It's okay, but we were looking forward seeing Kate after our overseas adventures. Also, several of the Master's from Halloween, that are here tonight to bid, were feeling the same way." I probably should have been shocked, but I actually felt a sense of pride that I had carried myself well enough as Kate in October to now have a few fans, "This is just an informality we do with any new employee. Think of it as a job evaluation interview." I cut him off before he went any further, "Well, I'm glad I could help out, but I'm not an employee. That was just a one-time deal." Mr. Paul opened the folder and looked at the notes inside, "Riiiiight."
Mr. Fred walked over to the monitor and turned it on. It was a feed from a security camera at the auction. Actually several different cameras as it flipped from view to view every five seconds. I was a bit surprised to see another costume party until I realized it was video from the Halloween party. It wasn't long before one of the views of the bar revealed Katherine in her car hop costume, turning away and swishing her ass like a true slut, "I love the way you move your ass in high heels, and how comfortable you were being the real you in public." Completely caught off guard by the closed circuit video Mr. Paul began the questionnaire, "So please be as truthful as possible so that we can truly evaluate you to determine if you are to remain on our invitation list."
I was expecting a typical set of questions, but quickly learned it was not like anything I ever expected, "So, did Kate like the idea of so many strangers seeing you as a girl, and did you like being a girl?" Without realizing it, my true submissive self was answering for me, "It was scary at first, but having a mask on helped get over my inhibitions." He wrote a few notes on the questionnaire and continued, "It's good you recognize you really are a woman. Do you think about females treating you like just one of the girls?" I hadn't really thought about it, but a part of me did, "It looked like you were enjoying yourself wearing your tight little dress and makeup. Do you fantasize a lot about becoming a woman?" All I could grasp onto was wondering where this was leading, "We would like to offer you a permanent position at all future auctions. How does that sound to you?"
I was faced with a life altering decision as I tried to remain strong, "I do appreciate the offer, but I would rather just be a part time guest, if that works for you." Again Mr. Paul made a note in the file before Mr. Fred broke in, "This is a one time offer, which would clear up your slate with me." I was shocked to see video of me on the monitor at the craps table visibly being the slutty waitress for the numerous male guests. I turned to Mr. Paul and before I could ask he answered my question, "Yes, I saw the photos from the end of the night. You looked so hot!" I stood up from my chair and wanted to run away, but knew it wasn't going to happen, "I've been attempting to give you the 'soft sell' of our activities, but I'm here tonight to lay our cards on the table."
Under the paperwork I could see more 8 x black and white photos, which he slid across the table toward , "You don't know it, but you are a big hit in the Amsterdam underground scene. You could make a lot of cash if you just let us take you there." The photos were even more graphic than the ones that had been sent to . The last of the stack were angles that made it look like I was being penetrated, and I audibly gasped when the final closeup showed a large black cock pressing part of it's fleshy head inside , "This was nothing I had planned, but I understand you were gambling during work hours and there was a price for your insubordination. It really wasn't smart of you do it right in front of Fred."
I slumped against the chair before regaining my composure, "You know this isn't right. I want the negatives!" Without hesitation he pulled a sleeve of negatives from the folder and pushed them across the table , "All you had do was as" As I held them up the light be sure they were what they said they were Mr. Fred began his speech, "Occasionally we do have 'amateur night' auctions. What are they you ask? It allows sissies like you have a brief taste of being a . It's a little bit more stylish and theatrical then just the flesh bidding at most of the slave auctions we sanction." Turning Mr. Paul for support he continued the 'hard sell' that his partner had started, "You get dressed up real pretty. Get up on the stage. Do a couple modeling turns like a high fashion runway model...and then the bidding begins. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, just a night let your hair down and get your slut out."
I had what I had come for, so I tried make a clean break, "Thank you for the offer. I will think about it, but I will have turn it down at this time." <r. Paul wrote down a few more notes as Mr. Fred turned off the monitor before leading me to the door, "Thank you for coming this evening, but we will have to take your answers on advisement from our investors. We hope you understand, but you will be returned directly to your car and sent home. Sorry, but we must deny you entry tonight. Our next function is on September 7. I will contact you with our final decision." The blindfold was placed over my eyes and I was walked out to the van for a disappointing end to my evening.
Now I had to wait another months see if I would be accepted back into any future activities as my self and not the girl that they had accidentally awakened, Either way the decision went I felt I had experienced something that would always be a fond memory .
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16 March 2013
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Posted:Jan 10, 2021 5:46 pm
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My New Years resolution was 'put Kate back in the foot locker and lock her away permanently' and also attempt a return fully as my male self. I was doing quite well until one drunk night, when I broke out the auction BJ video, which sparked memories that I had pushed deep inside for over two months. After several viewings I quickly dove into the back of my closet for Kate's wardrobe and found myself a couple hours later dressed in my sluttiest wardrobe and lingerie while mounted on a 9-inch penis shaped dildo suctioned cupped to my bathroom floor. Everything that I convinced myself I didn't want was crushed when my clitty starting spurting cum without me touching it even once. My body shook violently when a feminine orgasm quickly followed and rippled though my hairless body. I was so overcome with emotions, but it didn't stop me from taking way too many risque' photos of me becoming the closet of Los Angeles once again..
A few days later, while eating at my favorite Mexican restaurant in the valley I finally admitted to myself that Kate had fully returned, at least in her lingerie slut form as I was wearing bra, panties, garter belt and stockings under my male costume. As I was flipping through the new sexy photos of Kate on my phone, while waiting for my 'skylab' burrito to arrive, I was startled when somebody suddenly sat down in the booth across from me. When I looked up I was pleasantly surprised to see it was Mary, "I didn't know you came here. I love this place!"
Her timing was impeccable as always, as I placed my phone face down on the table and wondered how she had come back into my life at this moment, "I was over at the bar having a drink, and who do I see sitting all alone?" She was flashing those baby blue eyes at me before lowering her voice, "I thought for a moment that I shouldn't just barge in on your dinner, but I also thought you would be interested in knowing that I got a today from Mr. Paul The auction scheduled for this weekend is 'on hold' for now because they haven't returned operations from London. From what he told me, business has been very good for them over there and they haven't been concentrating on their return to L. A." She looked back over her shoulder at a group at the bar, "I need to get back. It's my best friends birthday. I suspect you will get a soon too." She slid out of the booth in her clingy white mini dress, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and was gone just as quickly as she had arrived.
Her party exited the front door as my meal arrived and I tried to settle my rapidly beating heart. Before I finished my meal the phone on the table rang with that familiar tone. I steeled myself to remain composed. It rang several more times as I was fighting with myself if I should answer the . When it stopped ringing I thought it would just go to voice mail. A few seconds later I got a text message, "PICK UP THE PHONE WHENEVER I SISSY BITCH. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING." A moment later the phone rang again and I literally gasped and then answered the , "Hello?" I expected hear Mr. Paul, but it was Mr.Fred, "March sixteenth. You're still coming, right?" I was now totally confused since Mary had just told me something completely different, "It's the first time I have heard anything about it since Halloween." There was silence on the line for a couple seconds before he responded, "Nothing is definite. The syndicate is rounding up unclaimed property as we speak, so expect your Fed Ex packages arrival on the twelfth. Don't let us down!" I wanted to say something, but he finished before I could say a word, "Can we expect a visit from Katherine? Well, just think about it. You were the underground hit of Halloween." The line went dead and I was completely overwhelmed by the contrast of the text message I was still looking at and the Dom that had just taken over my life without a bit of resistance from me.
The morning of the twelfth my Fed Ex package did arrive, but inside was not the normal cryptic directions I expected. Ripping open the envelope I found a short written note and a smaller envelope. Reading the note it said that everything had been delayed until May 25. That they expect to see me there, hopefully dressed as Kate. Written on the outside of the smaller envelope peeked my interests, "Thought you might like a few pictures our substitute photographer took of you during Halloween". Unclasping the smaller envelope I shook out several 5 x 7 photographs, and when I began to look through the pile I was quickly stopped by the first one. It was a picture of Kate passed out on a couch, dressed only in her lingerie, and surrounded by several naked men with erections inches from my face. The others were just as bad as the next few showed me with hard cock in my mouth with the final photo showing cum shooting directly from a large cock across my painted lips and into my open mouth.
This is when I knew that things were never going to return to normal for me unless I stopped right now.
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Halloween 2012 (conclusion)
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Posted:Jan 9, 2021 2:59 pm
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I recognized that voice, but I had not noticed him sitting back in the corner of the room. Mr. Fred rose up from the shadows and approached sayomg, "We've got the upstairs covered. After Paul told the crowd about the accident a couple of the guests volunteered to be waitress' to help us out. Gotta love women when they are dressed as slutty French Maids." Now having him closer than I felt comfortable with Mr. Fred continued, "I bet you would look good dressed up in a sexy French Maids uniform. Think you would like to perform that role around this mansion? So don't worry your pretty little head about anything except fulfilling your obligation.
I settled into my new responsibilities and began mixing drinks behind the bar. There was very little light to work with as I attempted to find the bottles I needed to make the orders. I was noticeably frustrated with the working conditions as one of the men broke away from the action. He was very tall and dressed like MacArther smoking his iconic pipe, "Isn't it kinda tough seeing anything with those sunglasses on?" He motioned for me to hand them over to him, "It's the one thing missing from my costume." He slipped them on and turned to return to the table while I was left standing there fully exposed as Kate.
Drinks and wagers continued to bring the men howls of laughter as the dice were rolled. And with it, the propositions of Katie became a bit more forward as I served their needs. The bar area had been my safety zone, but now that I was being followed over to it every time and by several of the most forward men. Eventually I gravitated back the craps table where I became the next rollers gangster moll.
The very first roll came seven and everybody playing the pass line cheered, "Okay, that's better. Let's see if you can do that again with your magic mouth." Playing along with his little mind game, I leaned over slightly exposing my small cleavage and winked at the men as I seductively blew on the dice the man was holding. Once again he rolled and the dice came seven and the line was paid again, "Hey Fred. You were right. This slut has got a magic mouth for blowing." Again everybody laughed and Mr. Fred nodding approvingly and returned the small group in the corner. This went for about an hour as I was called over the table several times apply my special touch to the action...and I was loving of the attention these men were giving Kate.
A pirate eventually tossed me a few chips and said I should get in on the action, "As lucky as you have been tonight you could easily triple your stack of chips." I paused to be sure I had the approval of Mr. Fred to get in on the action, "Employees are not suppose to get involved, but I will drop that rule just this one time since the house is ahead for the night." I placed the pirates chips on the pass line before reaching into my waitress pouch and lined up a stack of my own chips in the groove of the table. All I was thinking was that I could just play along, make some extra money on the side and be a little bit more sociable. The pit boss made the comment of, "Nice rack. You've been having a very good night."
After awhile of attempting hide my identity I finally came out of my shell get completely in the gambling. What immediately struck me was watching the large amount of being exchanged for a stack of chips. I saw a couple hundred dollars get slipped into the slot in the craps table, that possibly matched the stack of chips in front of me. There was hardly ever a roll that didn't have major action on the board as it still appeared that as always the 'house' was mostly winning. An older gentleman dressed as a king motioned Kate over his side, "I need some luck. Blow on the dice for me Katie-." I could feel my face blush as everybody laughed at the comment and it's double meaning.
It wasn't long I was feeling like one of the guests and not an employee, but when I saw the look on Mr. Fred's face I knew I had probably pushed it as close the line without facing major ramifications. He pulled a lit joint from an ash tray and offered me a . Not wanting piss him off any further I took a deep and held it, "Take another because with this group it won't last long." The Grim Reaper agreed, "That's the truth. Is that your special blend?" Mr. Fred just nodded and was offered a , "Uh, no thanks. I'm not into pot laced with angel dust." Those words stuck in my head as the room slowly started to spin. and the shooter crapped out with most of my chips covering of the numbers. As I watched my winnings disappear into the houses stack I was left with only one red chip, "Next time you'll know your place and not cross the line."
Later I woke laying a couch in the living room. of the guests had already departed and the clean crew was hard at work. As I sat Mr. Paul joined the couch, "Pretty wild party huh?" It was quite a bit hazy as he told of his upcoming plans, "It's regrettable that we are moving our operations overseas for months. It's just something we like do stay ahead of the law." He handed an envelope full of and explained the breakdown of my , "So that's one fifty for the photographer assignment. hundred more for our sexy waitress, and a bonus of five hundred for showing off Kate." I couldn't believe my luck, "Now how many chips did you collect during the night." I looked in my pouch and found it empty, ", that's unfortunate because one of the French Maid waitress' collected over a thousand dollars in just a couple hours."
He then stood up and led the front door where a van was waiting take back the parking structure. He picked a package next the entrance and handed it , "That's your photographer costume." It stopped me in my tracks, "I'm not going home dressed like this." Mr. Paul gave me a long hug and talked softly in my ear, "Think of your car hop outfit as a personal bonus from me. Be sure to keep your schedule open for March th, it should be wild."
As the van door slid shut and the blindfold was placed over my eyes I could only imagine how the next auction would change Kate. It wasn't until I was dropped off and my car was brought up to the entrance that I looked down at my high heels and saw the little heart shaped locks were still attached on my shoes, As I stared down wondering just how I would get those off the valet handed me a small key as I got in my car, "You might need that, although I'm not sure how you are going to explain the rest of it when your neighbors see you dressed like that." He then handed me a short note from Mary that had a phone number on it and a brief message, 'Let's meet up for dinner sometime before the next auction. I want to hear all about your first night as Katherine. You looked pretty out of it when I left the mansion.'
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Halloween 2012 (3)
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Posted:Jan 9, 2021 10:21 am
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For the next two hours I became quite comfortable as my girly self as I walked around offering the guests a wide variety of hors devours. I had quickly mastered the heels and felt like I was ready to step up and begin serving drinks and hopefully start collecting some tips. When I returned to the bar I asked Mary to give me a chance and become a real waitress. She looked for a moment before giving in to her initial doubts and placed a couple drinks on a serving tray. Lifting the tray confidently over my head I swished my ass like Amy as I was pointed in the direction of the table where the orders had been placed.
About that time Mr. Paul made his grand entrance into the mansion and moved to the top of the stairs to make an announcement, "I want to welcome everybody to the party. sorry I am late but one of our drivers had an accident earlier while carrying two of our waitress'. They are all fine, but the driver was being held over night at the hospital as a precautionary measure. As you can imagine this has crimped our typical stellar , but I hope that our stand-in hasn't been too overwhelmed. Where is Katherine?" It felt like a spot light had been suddenly shone on me as the guests parted to allow Mr. Paul to see Katherine for the very first time, " WOW! There she is. Isn't she lovely and so submissive to our needs." The humiliation overwhelmed me as all eyes were now focused on the sissy car hop as Mr. Paul continued, "Please everybody, enjoy yourselves and Happy Halloween."
As he finished his speech and began descending the stairs, shaking hands with many of the guests, I felt the first manly hands of the night start rubbing my panty covered ass. I attempted to stay composed as my clitty was alrady stirring from the unsolicited groping . I demurely turned and was faced with three men dressed in Musketeer costumes "Yes Sir, may I help you?" One of the men placed an empty glass on my tray and said, "Get us another round and shake that sweet sexy ass like the slut you are." I stood there just staring for a moment before taking in the ramifications that this night might bring about in Kate's full feminization. If this is what the night was to be I put on the best show I could as I walked away.
At the bar Mary was already mixing the drinks before I said anything. I pulled out my order pad from my red apron and was looking over an older order I failed to place when the man in a policeman's uniform sitting at the bar next to me made a comment, "Don't listen to those jerks. They don't know your special secret like I do. If you were my , I wouldn't treat you that way....unless it makes you horny and desirable to be verbally assaulted that way." Even behind his mask, those kind eyes helped relax a bit about being prayed upon, "Thank you Sir." He leaned back and flashed his horniness for Kate as he checked out my tight skirt, "Just think about it. I would gladly purchse you at the next auction. Even if it was only a temporary contract"
Mary broke in, "Mark this isn't that type of party, but you're right she would very sexy proudly standing up on the trading block." I thought Mary was always on my side, but this time I felt like I was being painted into a corner. When I picked up the tray of drinks and turned to leave I brushed a couple passing behind me and spilled the drinks. Dropping to my knees to clean up the mess I could feel Mark's eyes staring my upturned ass as Mr. Paul approached. When he saw on my hands and knees his comment made me blush, "That's the position I always imagined you being in." He turned to Mark before continuing, "Although I would prefer Kate only dressed in a corset, bra and panties." The two of them laughed loudly as I up with the spilled glasses and placed them on the bar.
Part of wanted to hear them talk more about Katherine like she was their sissy slut, but Mark downed the last of his drink, left his seat at the bar, which left fully prepared to take the wrath of my employer, "I do love the way you've become the on the outside. Now 's time for the whole world to appreciate our new sissy Kate." It felt like the unsuspecting crowd were now pressing in on me as Mr. Paul continued his hard , "If you ever do consider being placed in one of our auctions, I promise you will be the featured slave at the end the night. Just between you and , I have already fielded many inquiries from several of the Masters the party tonight." I should have been shocked, but what I felt was a sexual charge I had never felt before, "I need to work the room for a few minutes, but I want to continue this conversation and convince you that slave auctions should be a major part of your future...and they will be if I have my way."
As he moved off to several nearby guests I saw Mary shaking her head with a huge grin on her , "Katie, he's right." I was trying to remain calm and get back into my waitress role as Mary loaded another tray of drinks, "Last chance or it's back to food for you." I was much more careful for the next several rounds and just kept the positive thought of getting the sex tape of Dave back in my hands the end of the evening. I decided that to gain my reward I could endure any unwanted sexual advances by the inebriated party goers.
My efforts after that were being rewarded handsomely by my bulging fanny pack being filled with numerous gambling chips, but I had no idea what they were being used for at the party. When I returned to pick up another round I asked Mary, "What is going on with these chips I am getting as tips? I thought I was going to make a lot of extra on the side, or I would have just stayed with my photography assignment." Mary pointed a glass bowl of chips behind the bar filled with her tips, " not sure what's going on with that. This is not the typical party I work for Mr. Fred, but I heard that there is some kind of gambling set up somewhere in the house, so that's my guess. I could be wrong, but if I were you I would hold on to them until the end of the night."
I took her advice and carefully began stacking and counting my haul as Robin Hood and Popeye settled in to the bar stools next to me. Overhearing their conversation, I could tell that one of the men was some kind of television producer and the other man must have been an actor because I recognized his voice, but couldn't quite place it due to his masked . As I leaned in closer to hear what they were saying I felt a pair of strong hands grab my ass cheeks and squeeze slightly. I spun around and was to with Mr. Paul again, "It's not nice to eves drop on somebodies private conversation. How would you feel if we were talking about you becoming a full time sissy slut? And I was talking loud enough for anybody to hear that you love to suck off multiple cocks while being seeded in that sweet ass?" He WAS talking loud enough for others to hear and the pair next to us turned and looked up and down, probably thinking they would like to have a shot owning . Mr. Paul could see I was very uncomfortable and became more of a figure, "Don't worry sweetie. It's not like we are going to kidnap you and ship you overseas." This caused him to lean in close and whisper in my ear, "That is unless you piss my partner off, but I promise I will always protect the little that I see before ." I should have been worried, but this final comment amazingly calmed my nerves, "See me the end of the night, so you can get and we can talk about the next scheduled auction and not just a party like tonight." This comment threw me for a loop as he stepped back and laughed, "Oh, you thought this was an auction? Hell no, it's a Halloween party. I never told you it was one. I always said it was only a Halloween party. Nothing more and nothing less." I never felt so used and vulnerable. As he looked over my shoulder Mr. Paul pointed a blue light flashing above the line of liquor bottles, "Looks like you are needed downstairs. Go find Ray. Big security guy type. He will direct you to the private party." I was going to tell him I already knew about the smugglers rooms, but just curtsied, acted bimbo-, and moved off to descend the stairs to the lower level of the mansion.
This time as my heels clicked on the concrete floor leading to the end of the hidden hallway I saw that the room across the hall's blue light was lit and that would be the door I would enter. Still being curious, I stopped briefly outside the two doors as the bookcase slid shut behind . I was rewarded with sounds of muffled moans and flesh slapping from behind the closed door. It had been hours and the trio of tormenters were still breaking down their sissy slave. Turning back to the other door I knocked lightly, waited for a moment, and then turned the door handle to enter. I was immediately met by a mix of laughter, shouting and music which made me realize this room was different and also sound proof.
As I looked around the larger room it looked like it had been used as a storage area for liqour during prohabition. I saw a bar in the back, and several leather couches in the corner, but the room mainly featured a professional craps table with a large of gamblers placing their bets. As I moved closer, one of the men said, "Oh good our waitress has arrived. I'll take a vodka and tonic." He turned to the voluptuous woman hanging on his arm, "Can I get you anything?" Her immediate response was to rub the front of his trousers and calmly announce, "Not right now, but soon." The room roared with laughter as I wrote down the gentleman's order and prepared to leave, "Where are you going? We have a full bar here and we need personal , so you're not going anywhere."
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Halloween 2012 (2)
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Posted:Jan 4, 2021 10:14 pm
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I was given a few minutes get accustomed to the high heels, and managed to wobble around the room much better than I anticipated. Mary beamed with confidence as she couldn't hold back her next comment, "Girl, you are going to turn some heads tonight. I am so proud that you are walking in those heels so well." I was happy to hear her positive reinforcement before I was spun around when Mr. Fred spoke, "What the hell are you still doing down here? We have a houseful of guests upstairs and you are down here giving faggot lessons?! I'm not paying you to hide out down here night" Those words struck as being quite harsh and Kate wanted object until the other waitress walked into the room and easily distracted . I later found out her name was Amy, a 'Jessica Rabbit' red head that looked like she could dominate any man she chose, "Am I going get any help upstairs. It's an early arriving crowd and I can't do it my own." Mr. Fred just stared at us noticeably upset, which sent us both rushing past him and upstairs as quickly as my stilettos could carry .
The previous two auctions I had attended were both small gatherings of 30-40 people, but what was before now was already the entire downstairs filled with nearly a hundred people dressed in elaborate costumes. As we reached the top of the stairs Mary stopped me and gave me a big hug, "You'll do fine. Just remember you are a girl tonight. You ARE K and nobody will ever know you are a guy. Plus, this will help." She handed a pair of Rayban sunglasses, "Sorry, but only the guests get wear masks." She gave a peck the cheek, adjusted the sun glasses my nose and guided the bar opposite of her. I was so focused of the outrageous costumes the guests were wearing that I didn't even realize my problems walking in such high heels were behind . As Mary took her place behind the bar she handed a tray of hors devours and told start working the room.
Over the next hour, as the party guests swelled overflowing into both the front of the house and most of the back yard overlooking the Pacific, I did become comfortable being in public as Kate. I got my fair share of compliments on my costume and a few indecent propositions, including one while waiting at the bar from a brute of a man in a Batman costume, "Hey sweetie, after this is over you want to hop on my hard cock?" I just giggled and tried to act innocent as he slid over closer from his seat, "I know I have got something just for a slut like you in my utility belt." I didn't know what to do, but fortunately at that moment Mr. Paul made his grand entrance. Standing on the front staircase he welcomed everybody to the party and explained why he was l "We had an accident earlier tonight. Everybody is fine. Just a little banged . Our driver is spending the night in the hospital as just a precautionary measure, but not worry. We got some last minute help fill in that I am sure everybody has met. Kate? Kate where are you?" I was mortified as it felt like the sea of guests parted before me finally reveal Kate Mr. Paul, "There she is, our little Katie. Thank you." Here I was full display, as if a spot light had been turned , and I could manage was a smile and curtsey. "Everybody have a great time and 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN'!"
As the evening wore I finally thought I got the hang of my shoes and offered serve drinks, but the first tray I tried carry crashed the floor, barely missing several of the guests. As I was my knees cleaning the spill, Mr. Paul appeared over , "Another one of those mishaps and it comes out of your paycheck." Mr. Paul looked at Mary and said, "Maybe since it is her first day on the job it might be better that we assign her the private rooms downstairs." As he then looked down at gtinning and slightly shaking his head he added, "My friends and business associates only expect the best at my parties, so don't let us down." Just as quickly as he had arrived he moved on past a few of the closest guests. Picking the glasses and carrying the tray over the bar Amy turned from the fully packed bar with a full tray and said, "Watch how a pro does it. She appeared glide across the room full of costumed characters with her bulbous ass swishing back and forth, drawing in every man's lustful gaze.
She was so captivating, "I could never look that good." Mary disagreed, "Don't sell yourself short. Get through this night without giving anything away and you are well on your way ." I was unsure of her statement, but was hoping she was right. As Amy bent over and placed the guests drinks on a table I saw each guest pass something into her hand, "What's going on there?" Mary explained that cash was never exchanged in the open at these parties, "Looks like some kind of gambling chips to me. My guess is that there is some type of gambling set somewhere in the house."
When I turned back toward the bar Mary pulled a small black leather fanny pack from under the counter, "Use thi s to hold any chips if you get tipped. I'm not certain what they are actually used for." I adjusted the pack around my hips before Mary directed Kate in the direction of the kitchen, Upon entering I asked one of the cooks, "Where can I find Ray." There was a flurry of action gong on in preparing the food, and only got a cursory wave of the hand toward another room that would lead me in the direction of Ray.
He was communicating on his walkie talkie as I approached, which allowed Kate the perfect angle to see that he was carrying a gun in a shoulder holster under his tuxedo, "Ray?" He didn't say a single word. He just briefly looked me up and down, set his walkie talkie down in the bookcase behind him and tugged on a latch next to it. There was an audible 'click' as Ray took another step closer to the bookcase and easily slid it to the left and into the wall, "There is a button on the wall next to the entrance when you want to come out. Just buzz it, I'm not going anywhere." This must have been part of the old smugglers hideaway as I peered down the dark passageway, "Go ahead. Nobody is suppose to know about this." Something forbidden, and I was more than interested to see where this was leading me.
At the end of the narrow hallway I could see two doors across from each other and a light bulb located above each door, "If the light is on you go in and take their orders, but if it is not on then you are not allowed inside." Looking back down the hallway I could see the blue light on the right was on, so I proceeded down to the door as the bookcase was slid shut behind me and latched shut. I was imagining that this is where the auction was taking place, but after I knocked on the door and entered I was faced with something completely unexpected.
The dark room was lit with several candles as a man was pounding his massive cock into the ass of a slim brunette. It froze me in place as I watched this Dom spank her ass cheeks between his thrusts. The woman couldn't move because her wrists were cuffed to the legs of a wooden bench. Her waist was secured to the padded top with a belt that gave her no means of escape. The wall she was facing was covered with a large flat screen television that was playing a sissy hypnosis video that I too had used in the past. They were both moaning loudly as the man grabbed her garter belt with one hand and pulled her pony tail back, forcing her to watch the screen while he continued to fuck her deeply. I must have stood there watching for almost ten minutes before I was shocked back to reality when the couple that had been watching from a couch off to the side asked, "Are you finally going to take our orders?" As I fumbled with my note pad as the man fucking the slave turned to look back at us. He was still wearing his Batman cowl as he recognized me. He slowly started long-dicking her asshole and matter of factly said, "This could have been you." I gulped hard on his comment and attempted to brush it off as he turned back to his deflowering partner. The couple said, "We will have a bottle of your best champagne." I tried to rush off before they noticed the bulge that had suddenly appeared behind my tight pencil skirt. Batman added one last comment as I reached the door, "And bring back glasses. We should be finishing here by the time you return." Once outside the room I slumped against the wall, catching my breath as I realized I did want be where that girl was.
When I returned with the champagne a tray with glasses Batman was now seated in a plush chair, wearing a terry cloth bathrobe and smoking a cigar while the couple was making out. After setting down the tray the couple pointed at a small stack of chips and said, "Those are for you." I curtsied once again, picked up the chips and turned leave. It was then that I realized the girl was still strapped on the bench with her ass overflowing with the man's thick cum, but this was not a girl, it was a sissy that was being visually overloaded with subliminal messages of cock sucking and feminization and wearing headphones which I could only imagine were brainwashing her into submission.
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Halloween 2012
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Posted:Jan 2, 2021 4:42 pm
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Mr. Paul had other activities attend and excused himself, so Mary walked us back into the house to continue my private tour of the mansion. She was telling me about its history as a smugglers home during prohibition when I finally saw a window that gave me a view, possibly giving me some kind of idea where this house was located. I moved to the window as Mary continued her tour guide speech, "You'll love what the owner has done with the secret room underground." This almost drew my attention away from the view as I realized I was somewhere up in the Beverly Hills. Mary walked up to me and grabbed my ass cheeks again, "Did you hear what I said?" My breath was caught in my throat as she had my complete attention now, "It will be an 'off-limits' area of the house to most guests this evening. Would you like to get a peek?" This was my first indication that this gathering was going to be different from the others I had attended, "Sure, show me the way."
Before we could take a step from the window Mr. Fred walked up and cut us off, "Mary, you know the daily -hires do NOT have access to any area outside of the servants areas, kitchen, and behind the bar." Looking right through Kate, Mr. Fred continued, "Our 'photographer' has a job to do, and I suggest she get ready to do it." He then pulled a small video tape from his coat pocket, "Remember, you have got a lot riding on this night." Mary's submission was apparent as she immediately became docile to him, "I was just about to put my costume on." Cutting her off, Mr. Fred turned to me, "I am quite sure you know what this is. I am a man of my word, so don't screw this up or you'll never get another chance of getting this out of my wall safe."
Mary had already disappeared and Mr. Fred just looked , "Go...NOW! Fucking can't hire any good help in Los Angeles anymore." He slipped the cassette back into his coat pocket and turned to yell at somebody else finishing the Halloween decorations. I went directly to the entrance and proceeded to set up my two small lights and loaded a fresh roll of film in my 35mm camera. Just as I was ready I started noticing people rushing around on their walkie talkies. Something was going on that wasn't the norm.
Less than a minute later Mr. Paul rushed past me, with two of the security guards in tow, and jumped into a black Escalade before peeling . I started to wonder if I should quickly pack up everything up if we were about to be raided by the police. Another of the security muscle was returning to the house when I stopped him to ask, "What's going on?" He stood before listening to his walkie talkie, "One of our transport vans was in a bad accident on Sunset Blvd. Sounds bad. Like, emergency room-ambulance bad." Now I knew why Mr. Paul rushed off, "Any idea who was in it?" The security guard holstered his walkie talkie, "Four people. The driver and three of our waitresses. Sounds like they were late, rushing to get here, and ran a stop light." Mr. Fred walked of the entrance and jumped on the guard, "What were you told? Don't talk with the help!" Just like Mary before him the security guard quickly disappeared.
I tried to show some compassion for his impending party-busting situation, "It sounds bad." He just stood there staring at the circular driveway, "Yeah, we were already short on waitress' for this size of a party . I wanted five but Paul talked us into only four when we had to for you. And now we are down only one waitress. Two maybe could do the job, but only one waitress....no way." Looking back over his shoulder and I saw Mary come over us. I was floored by her sexy costume. She was dressed in a very skimpy Policewoman's uniform with her hat tipped slightly the right. Matching ass hugging daisy mae short shorts with hand cuffs on her hips and knee high spiked dominatrix boots, "My God!" Mary moved closer and wrapped her body around my already throbbing cock, "By your reaction, do you think I will get a lot of big tips tonight?" She rubbed her pussy against my bulge several times with a look of lust in her deep blue eyes, "They have got an entire wardrobe of costumes to choose from downstairs. Sure you don't want to work in a better costume. Yes, Mr. Paul told me. Kind of a lame effort on your part, don't you think?"
Mr. Fred turned to us for a moment before he commented, "No fraternization between the help. Although you two do good together." We could see him hatching an idea that would change the night for all of us, "How would you like to double you wages for the evening?" I was interested, "Three hundred?" Once again I felt like a piece of meat as Mr. Fred looked me up and down, "Yes, three hundred with tips if you'll work as a waitress." My heart skipped a beat as he upped his offer by pulling the videotape once again, "How does that sound?" Never knowing if I would hold an advantage over this man ever again I pressed my luck, but was I ready to be seen as Kate by strangers, "That's three hundred plus my original one fifty". The next seconds were critical, but I didn't stop, "Plus, you give the tape right now." I thought he would laugh, or least protest, but he did neither, "DEAL!" He tossed the tape and ordered Mary to help, "Party starts in an hour, so you don't have much time. Get this sissy dressed properly and get him made him so nobody knows he is a guy." Mr. Fred moved in close for emphasis, "Don't fucked this up, if you know what's good for you." He walked past us and into the house leaving me standing there wondering what I had agreed to. Fortunately, one of my goals for the night was completed and with any luck a few hours later I could walk away from this forever.
Mary walked us down to the servants quarters before we entered a room at the end of the hallway filled like a costume department. A red head came from around the corner of a rack of clothes, ", Amy. How can I help?" Mary quickly took charge and told Amy that I was the new waitress, "Finally somebody to use my make-up skills on and I think you'll fit in one of these." Mary looked it over and agreed, "That is exactly what I was thinking." The ladies were talking about me like I wasn't even there as they chose my wardrobe and directed me to take off my clothes. I looked for a changing room and asked, "Where...here?" Mary started unbuttoning my shirt and purred, "Of course sweetie. We're all girls here tonight. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Plus, we don't have much time to get you ready." For the next hour it was a blur of activity as Kate was transformed by her lady friends. Just minutes before I was finally led to a full length mirror and was shocked by the feminine image I was gazing . Mary came up to me and hooked her arm around my waist that was now four inches smaller because of the pink Victorian corset, "I can barely breathe." Mary smacked my ass loudly, "You'll get use to it, and I can guarantee you'll get your fair share of attention and tips from the guests." I couldn't have agreed more as I looked exactly like a 50's car hop with a small pillbox hat in my blonde wig, a sheer white blouse with name tag and a tight black pencil skirt. My makeup was perfect and with a mask on nobody would ever recognize me. My confidence surged until Amy held a pair of 6-inch heels, "It's the only thing we have in your size....sorry." My stockinged legs were screaming for the heels, but my brain kept telling it wasn't possible. Mary leaned in and asked sweetly, "How tall are the heels you have been practicing on?" I was caught, "Three inch pumps." Mary pulled close and gave a deep French kiss, "You will do fine. The straps will help keep you balanced until you get the full hang of wearing them. Seating back the makeup table Amy slipped on the shoes before I heard a couple tiny clicks, "What are you doing?" Amy dropped a small key down her cleavage and announced, "No turning back know. You are now the waitress for the night." I looked down at the heels as they helped my up before I saw a tiny pink heart shaped lock on each shoe. Amy then revealed, "It was all Mr. Fred's idea." It wasn't until later that night that I learned just how much of this Mr. Fred and Mr. Paul had planned for Kate's introduction ahead of time.
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27 Oct 2012
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Steve tracked down the first day back at work after the party, "Hey, did you ever hear anything about...you know." I tried act stupid for a moment before over acting my reaction when I made it seem like I had just got what he meant, I motioned for him follow into the men's room just trying to give myself a couple moments to hopefully know what to say. As the door closed and I checked to be sure it was empty I casually said, "No. I thought you would hear something before me." The face of Mr. Paul telling me about the need for keeping secrets at all times seemed like the only response I could make. Steve was very disappointed, "I hoped one of us would. That's why I jumped at the chance to get somebody else in, so that we would have each others bac Plus, I heard they are moving their operation overseas for six months, so no more parties before the spring." As I looked at Steve, and wanted tell him everything, but he was doing everything wrong stay inside the circle very long, so I just shrugged my shoulders and got out without saying another word.
The months passed quickly and one evening the week of the Halloween party I was checking my camera equipment and prepping my bag when the phone rang. Although the screen said UNKNOWN CALLER I had changed that ring tone to know it was not an unknown caller. When I answered the call Mr. Paul spoke immediately, not allowing me to say a single word, "Dave, it's Paul. You will receive your Fed Ex package tomorrow. Inside will be your invitation and driving directions. We always have a buffet dinner for all of the people involved before these parties, and since you are on the payroll this time I didn't want you to miss out." It sounded like an unexpected bonus, and I would give me a chance to see who exactly were behind these activities, "I wouldn't miss it. I'll need very little time to get set up to shoot so what time should I arrive?" I could just barely hear somebody whispering something before Mr. Paul responded, "Party starts at seven and the buffet starts serving at five. I wouldn't be too late if you like lobster. I've got to run, see you Saturday." The call ended abruptly and I was committed.
When I removed my blindfold and opened the van door I quickly looked at my watch. It was 5:17, so I wasn't fashionably late but also not appearing to be too overly anxious to be there. The large grounds surrounding the Mediterranean style home screamed . This was quite a step up from what I had witnessed at the first couple events. Led in through the servants entrance in the back of the house I was told to go upstairs where I would find Mr. Paul.
I could hear activities coming from the top of the grand staircase. At the top I quickly found Mr. Paul standing there with security/guard types, "There you are. I hope your costume is in that bag." Pointing down I said, "It's mostly camera gear, but I did bring an appropriate costume for the evening." I pulled out a fedora and pinned a PRESS credential on my jacket. All of these men laughed before Mr. Paul motioned the guards leave, "I was hoping I might get a chance see the real Kate for the very first time. We have a makeup artist standing by downstairs help any of our guests needs...or yours." I suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Not tonight. She always feels more comfortable behind closed doors." Mr. Paul chuckled, but must have sensed I was drawing back, "Well, something to look forward to. The buffet is through there. Get anything you want and I'll join you when I can."
I was hoping to see Mary when I entered the large room. Several large round tables were set up with over twenty people eating and chatting. As I piled way too much food on my plate I found a smaller table in the back that allowed me the space to check out the help without interacting. As I was starting my desert Mary and Mr. Paul came over to my table. Disappointed there was no big hug and kiss this time from my favorite petite blonde. She was being a bit formal with me by giving me one of those European kisses on the cheek, "So glad to see you." When nobody was watching she gave my ass cheeks a pinch before demurely sitting down at my table.
They proceeded to fill me in on a few of the ground rules as an employee finishing with this, "Don't speak unless spoken to. Only the bar tenders and waitress' can interact with the guests. You are only here as a servant for their needs. Do a great job and I can guarantee you'll get a big bonus at the end of the night." Mary locked arms with me as Mr. Paul led us up to the main entrance of the home where an expansive scenic backdrop was already set up, "This will be your home base until the last guest arrives." If this was all I had to do for a couple hours then this assignment would be the easiest 150 dollars I ever made."
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28 July 2012 (2)
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Posted:Dec 28, 2020 1:53 pm
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It felt like another one of those moments in life that a person knows that the next decision they make will change everything in their life. I had given his proposition quite a lot of thought right after the last auction, but had managed to keep it mostly buried the previous couple months until this moment, "I have considered it, but I am not sure how I can help." Mr. Paul turned to order a scotch from Mary, who must have overheard everything we had said as she was perched just on the other side of the bar, "Halloween is coming up and I heard from Steve that you are an excellent photographer with fashion model experience when you lived in Dallas. We typically never allow personal photography at my gatherings, but Halloween is that annual event where everybody is in disguise, so we get somebody to cover the event. How does that sound as an entry level position?" This offer was nothing like I expected, "That would be great. I would love to do that for you at your Halloween auction, and you can keep all of the negatives."
Mr. Paul finished off his drink in one long slow draw, "Then it's a deal. How does 150 cash sound for your services, and if I like the photos you can expect a hefty bonus." I would have done it for free, so I quickly agreed and shook hands on the deal. "This party is ONLY a costume party. Nothing more than that, although there is typically a bit of kinky action going on. Halloween and New Years are always great evenings for our , but unfortunately this New Years we will be in London, so this will be something not to miss." How long had this Dom been staring at me like I was being lured into a trap? The funny thing was that I did want to keep going down this road to see what was next, at least until I still had control of the situation.
Obviously pleased with himself, Mr. Paul waved to one of the party guests and excused himself. He walked over to a man with two collared girls on their knees. Their tight mini dresses left nothing to the imagination. The two men talked for less than a minute before Mr. Paul shook hands and pointed the man toward the side of the stage. The slaves were unleashed so that they could pull their mini dresses off, each exposing a pair of beautifully created boobs that caught every guests attention. Now wearing only matching garter belts and stockings their Master reattached their leash and tugged them off to something that looked like a confessional from a church. With their heads bowed their Master was telling them something, and you could see their submission though their body language. Finally one was unleashed and led to a door to what I thought was just a viewing cage. The one side of this contraption was a clear plexiglass cube that their Master placed one of the slaves inside and locked the door.
I moved down to the end of the bar to get a closer look as Mary shadowed my every move. The blonde slave was rubbing her clit and tweaking her nipples until a hard erection appeared through the glory hole. Like a true cock slut she jumped up and began stroking and sucking the thick cock. Her mouth moved over every inch as she cupped the mans balls through the large opening. The man couldn't be seen because that side was protected by a blue curtain. Mary's breathy suggestion made me tingle, "Go get a closer look. You should get in on this action before she is nothing more than a bukkake tonight." Her comment made me smirk, and also give me the confidence to get a closer look.
Several people had already moved up next to the plexiglass for a closer look, and as I moved around that was when I noticed that the glory hole wall only went up to about chest-level for what I could imagine was a pleasant view for the man as he was being sucked. The slave was easily deep throating his 8-inch cock as she had returned to fingering her pussy. This would have been a great photo, but just watching her perform would never fade from my thoughts. From the look on the Alpha 's face it signaled his impending orgasm, and as she sensed this too, pulled his cock out just before he sent shot after shot of cum splattering across her face. She was also cumming at the same time and once he had completed and pulled himself back through the hole the slave was left panting on her knees. A few moments later the sharply dressed man pulled back the curtain and went back to the party as if nothing had happened.
As the other guests returned to the party I couldn't take my eyes off of this slutty slave. Wondering just how her life had come to this point. Was this all an act, or was this cum slave fully committed to who she truly was now. I realized my lust was overwhelming my inhibitions and with just one quick look around the party I stepped inside the cabinet and pulled the curtain closed. This looked exactly like a bookstore peep show with a small bench on one side. The TV monitor to my right had three selections - DOM/SUB SISSY BEASTIALITY. Now I really knew I shouldn't be inside, but I had no intention of stopping. I pressed the SISSY button and started watching a video of a sissy being spit-roasted by two young and hung studs. Watching her enjoying the experience made me pull out my cock and begin stroking. When I looked through the plexiglass window at the slave I was compelled to push my erection through the glory hole. Just like before she jumped at the opportunity and immediately locked her cum-stained lips around my cock head. I closed my eyes as she worked her magic on my cock. Soon I was fully erect and she was slowly deep throating me from root to head and back again....and again....and again.
I could feel my orgasm building as I tried to hold on as long as possible. Her mouth and throat were milking me for my cum and I was about to give her the reward she needed. Hearing myself moan caused me to open my eyes to see a crowd watching everything. Standing opposite of me on the other side of the plexiglass box was Mr. Fred with a video camera. One last pull back off of me cock and a few strokes brought forth a gusher of cum that splashed across her face. I couldn't even look down as I was like a deer in the headlights as I emptied my balls on this slave while Mr. Fred was recording the entire scene. I whimpered slightly as the last of cum trickled from my cock. I couldn't stop looking at the camera lens until I finally slumped back onto the bench. Damn, how stupid could I have been? Using the tissues to clean myself and pulling my zipper I was ready to make my escape.
Expecting some kind of reaction when I came through the curtain nobody gave me a second look except the three conspirators standing at the bar next to the video camera. I was worried, but tried to take the forceful approach, and hopefully retrieve that tape before it got out of my site, "I thought you said that cameras are not allowed at your auctions!" Mr. Fred popped the tape from the camera and said, "Auction was over a half hour ago." I had never felt more trapped in my life, "What are you going to do with that. I want it." Mr. Fred walked right up to my face holding the tape, "I don't care what YOU want Kate, but I'll give the only copy to you if we like your photos from Halloween." I protested, "But that's three months from now." Mr. Paul interjected, "I'm the nice guy in our partnership. You wouldn't want that out on the internet. Just agree and do a good job in October."
I was defeated, and they each knew it. I would do anything to get that video back and once I did I would stop this activity permanently. The two Doms walked off while I had one last drink before leaving. Mary apologized for Mr. Fred and his video camera, "He never pulls the video camera out unless he is unsure of a guest.' I wanted to know why he felt that way about me, but Mary was called off before I could ask her. In my mind, as I got into the passenger van to take me back to my car, I was convinced that this was my last slave auction and that Halloween would be my last interaction with this scene.
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