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Bernadette’s InitiationBernadette’s InitiationA shy, innocent t-girl dreams of domination by a man. She is persuaded into a day’s adventure in this role and gets very much more than she bargained for, but gradually comes to understand her own desires. Contains scenes of bondage, non-consensual hardcore gay sex and breath control: if this will upset you, please look elsewhere.I must have hesitated for a moment for a sharp jolt of electricity on mynipples left me in no doubt that my immediate compliance was required.So, heart in mouth, I obeyed the male voice in my earpiece and started towalk slowly the entire length of the crowded station platform. It waspacked with others waiting for the train, mainly couples out shopping andyoungsters heading for a day in town, and I had to thread my way throughthem while doing my best not to attract attention. With my shoulderlength curly blonde wig, flimsy floral summer minidress and white heelsthis wasn’t easy: the way I’d been made to dress and apply my makeup wasdesigned to attract attention and you didn’t have to get too close to seeme for what I was. A man in a dress. One who’d taken trouble to look asfeminine as possible, and then ruined the effect by wearing entirely thewrong clothes and accessories. Most people seemed not to notice me but asI passed a group of teenage girls I heard whispering followed by loudjeers and catcalls. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I found aseat near the far end of the platform. Mercifully the voice in myearpiece, which had issued regular instructions since I left my house,fell silent.At that moment it dawned on me that, far from being given the chance toexperience my own fantasy, I was playing the lead role in someone else’s.That of a man – or men – I hadn’t even met. Alarmingly they had gone toextraordinary lengths to set this up. So what did they expect in return?One drunken evening with Mary I’d confessed that I dreamed of beingforced to comply with a man’s wishes, being dressed as a girl and simplyhaving to do what I was told. She’d agreed to arrange it for me, tellingme she’d done it and loved the experience. First I’d be taught how todress and act like a woman. Then I’d have a day to remember, entirelyunder a man’s control. I’d emerge a changed girl. Beyond that, she gavenothing away. My fantasies had been the t-girl classics of dressing andacting the part of a French maid for a fundamentally nice guy who’dpretend to be dominant and “make” me clean his house. I’d never reallyexplored what might happen next. My sexuality was somewhat moot: perhapsowing to an education in a strict religious boarding school sex seemedcomplex and hedged about with guilt. I’d always been more attracted tomen than to women but lacked the confidence or decisiveness to do morethan entertain vague romantic fantasies. My one joy and certainty was mysecret life as a girl, a shy creature called Bernadette.My adventure started in the nicest possible way, with over a week livingas a girl under the regular tutelage of a friendly but domineering middleaged woman called Janet. To this day I believe she didn’t appreciate justhow extreme an experience lay in store for me; I certainly had no clueuntil the very last. Though, with hindsight, her first visit offered ahint when she promptly told me to strip off and locked me into a chastitybelt telling me I was to stay in chastity until the end of my adventure.She pierced my ears fitting little gold studs. Then began the first of aseries of daily lessons. I learnt how to choose clothes and accessoriesto pass as a woman. I learnt to walk in heels, and to move, sit and talklike a girl. I had acting lessons playing roles like waitress, servantand showgirl before an imagined audience. I learnt to do makeup in stylesranging from subtle to street-hooker. I learnt to do my nails, pluck myeyebrows and how to keep my body free of all trace of hair: my skin wassoon as smooth as a baby’s. I loved the gradual transformation of myappearance and manner and by the end of my lessons I felt confidentenough to go shopping as Bernadette, buying some lovely new outfits. OnFriday’s final lesson she left strict instructions that I was to look myvery best when she returned next morning.Waiting for her arrival I wondered, with growing anxiety, what the dayheld in store for me. It was just as well I was clueless. I’d have run amile. By the time she turned up I was in such a state of arousal that allthought of flight had passed. In any event, I reflected, if I didn’t gothrough with it how ever would I get out of this locked steelcontraption? She glued little pads to my nipples with what appeared to befine wires leading out. Over them fitted a pair of remarkably convincingbust forms, also glued in place. She dressed me in a white bra andpanties, knee length pale blue cotton summer frock and a dark brown wigin a “bob” style. She gave me a handbag containing no money, credit cardsor ID of any kind: only toiletries, a cinema ticket and a single trainticket to an unfamiliar town some distance away. Not even my house key.Then she led me out of the house – my house – locking the door behind ustelling me to walk to a nearby address.With my new found confidence the walk to the house should have been easybut the prospect of a day of utter powerlessness was turning my state ofmind from anticipation to a fear threatening to spiral out of control. Ibrooded about my lack of phone, money or ID and especially about thepurpose of those pads on my nipples. So, by the time I arrived, my nerveswere jangling. The door was ajar. Timidly I knocked – a voice told me toenter. I was greeted by two large, tough looking men who seemed amused byme and by my situation. I quickly grasped that they were merely paidhands, and that my task was simply to do as I was told.By the time they sent me on my way to the station I was a quiveringwreck. I’d been stripped, fitted with a metal buttplug locked to mychastity belt and dressed in a tight basque corset and sheer blackstockings. My wig had been discarded for the shoulder length curly blondeone I was wearing now. I wore abundant cheap jewellery: big hoopearrings, rings on my fingers and metal bangles which jangled whenever Imoved. And I was fitted with an earpiece and an array of electricaldevices including wires to the electrodes on my nipples, wires leading tomy cock and buttplug all powered (I assumed) from a slender unit attachedto the rear of my chastity belt. A shiny black patent choker round myneck, adorned with a brooch at the front, was also wired up. At the timeits purpose eluded me. Finally they produced a pink floral dress whichthey buttoned up from behind. It was sleeveless and tight fitting aroundmy slender corseted waist with a neckline revealing a little of my newlyacquired cleavage. Its flared skirt soared high above the knee. My imagein the mirror at once excited and alarmed me: the dress was too short towear with stockings and it would be all I could do to avoid showing mystocking tops. The sheer dark stockings and shiny black choker lookedincongruous with the flimsy floral dress. My black shoes had heels toohigh for easy walking and my musky perfume was too strong. The makeup I’dbeen ordered to apply made me look a tart with rouged cheeks, heavyeyeliner and deep red glossy lipstick. I figured that the whole aim wasto unsettle me. At that, they’d succeeded in spades: I was terrified.”You get your orders through that earpiece. You’ll find out what willhappen if you disobey.” one of the guys explained, propelling me out ofthe door.My guess on this subject was to prove correct. As I headed towards thestation my earpiece burst into life with a stern male voice.”I’m Mike, your controller. You’re a little sissy slut called Amanda.You’ll do exactly what you’re told immediately and without question.There are other players in this game, but to add spice you won’t know whothey are. You’ll obey the players at all times and speak only when spokento. If a player asks you ‘Do you like sucking cock?’ you say ‘Yes sir’.Always ‘sir’. And always ‘yes’ whatever they require. Any hesitationfollowing orders will be punished like this.” A sharp jolt of electricityhit my nipples. “And disobedience will get this.” I squealed with pain asmy anus and penis received a bigger jolt. “And just to make clear, thisthing goes up to number ten. I’ve only given you number three.”Walking towards the station – far too close to my home dressed like this- I felt utterly vulnerable. The insistent pressure of the butt plug, theunfamiliar tightness of the corset crushing my waist, the height of myheels and the flimsiness of my dress – not to mention the shocks -constantly reminded me of my status as someone completely under another’scontrol. A feeling both frightening and arousing. As for the thought of’sucking cock’ I was aghast.Waiting on my seat at the platform end I realised Mary had been the onewho led the conversation to ideas of domination and control. She’d setthis up from the start, for reasons of her own. I’d been mad to trusther, after all I hadn’t known her long. Had she really undergone itherself or had these people simply paid her to supply a docile subject?My worries were interrupted kaynarca escort by another order.”Stand up and turn to the other end of the platform. There’s a man downthere who’s hardly stopped staring at you since you passed him before.He’s middle aged, wearing a suit and carrying a raincoat. Walk slowly by,passing in front of him as close as possible.”Heart in mouth I wended my way through the crowd, heels clicking loudlyon concrete, hem of dress flicking my thighs revealing – I feared – toomuch. I felt as if everyone was staring at me, but in reality most werewrapped up in their own affairs. But there was no denying that the guy inthe suit did keep furtively looking at me. I was shaking like a leaf yettrying to appear unfazed. I quickened my pace.”Too fast!” Mike ordered accompanied by an ominous tingle on my tits. Itstruck me that Mike, wherever he was, could see what I could see, andbegan to speculate about the choker, its wiring and its brooch.”Walk very slowly and smile at him as you pass by.”I complied. The man stepped back to let me pass but I felt the intensityof his gaze as I passed within inches of his face. Then he began tofollow me. Just as I was wondering where this would lead the trainarrived. I found a seat and was engaged in trying to arrange my dress somy stocking tops weren’t showing when he sat down opposite me.”He so fancies you. Smile and wink at him.”This was too much. Surely Mike couldn’t see what I was doing here on thetrain. But a sudden jolt of pain in my arse told me otherwise. Was Mikeon the train too, watching the scene on his smartphone? I smiled andwinked. He averted his gaze.”He’s shy. You’ll have to encourage him.”As the train gathered pace he arranged his raincoat over his knees andslid his right hand under it. It didn’t take a genius to guess what hewas doing as he kept taking surreptitious glances in my direction. Thethought that just looking at me was turning him on was intensely arousingand spontaneously I smiled at him again. But it wasn’t to end there. Asthe train slowed for a station the woman on my right got up to leave.”Smile at him, pat the seat, then slowly stroke your leg!”To my alarm he responded, sitting next to me, rearranging his coat andhis right hand. Other people settled in seats opposite and the trainbegan to move off.”He’s enjoying this. Take his left hand and put it on your right knee.”Trembling I did as I was told. He started gently fondling my leg, as thepeople opposite pretended not to watch.”Snuggle up close to him. Slip your hand under his raincoat. Give him agood time.”Gingerly I put my hand on his leg, under his raincoat. He took it, gaveit a little squeeze, and guided it into his open fly. I’d never feltanother man’s cock before but it was rock hard so I clasped it andstarted to wank him off while keeping my movements subtle in the hopethat the other passengers wouldn’t notice. Doing this in public to acomplete stranger made me feel like the tarty girl I seemed to bebecoming. Ignoring the glances from the other passengers he continued tofondle my leg, squeezing it as his excitement grew. Suddenly I felt himcum, his cock pulsing in my hand. Moments later he walked away with abrief backward leer treating me like the cheap slut I was. The trainslowed for my destination.”You might like to know. He wasn’t a player. Just a passer-by.”Outside on the street I took orders to walk to a nearby cinema and sit inthe back row of the stalls. The lights were up. The film was to be acomedy, but evidently not a popular one so early in the afternoon as theauditorium was almost empty. Obediently I sat in the back row, choosingthe seat next to the aisle. As I smoothed my dress a lone man in themiddle of the row glanced briefly across before looking back to thescreen.”Get up and sit next to that guy!” Mike commanded.This was too much. The man was large and heavily built, probably in hislate thirties, a tough looking customer in hooded top and jeans. I wasn’tat all sure he’d welcome a tranny sitting next to him. But my hesitationearned me another warning shock big enough to make me wince. I stood up,shuffled along the row, and sat down next to him. To my relief he movedslightly to the far side of his seat. He just wanted to watch the movie.I was in the clear this time. The lights went down.I was just starting to get complacent, even ignoring the pressure of thebutt plug and beginning to enjoy the film, when the order came.”Put your hand on his knee.” This was going too far, I thought. It couldearn me a beating. I started to entertain thoughts of making a run for itwhen another shock came. The guy surely must have noticed me flinch.Screwing my eyes shut I put my hand on his knee, as gently as possible.Still he ignored me.”Slowly move your hand up his leg, turn to face him and smile.” As Icomplied my trembling was surely apparent.”Come with me!” the man commanded, in an unpleasant voice. Grabbing myhand he pulled me out of the cinema and into the street, thronged withSaturday shoppers. Despite my heels he towered over me: I’m of slenderbuild and five foot seven. He was well over six foot and built like arugby forward. The grip on my hand was strong: not the gesture ofaffection it appeared to onlookers but one of control by force. He led meoff the busy street and down a narrow deserted alley. Disused andderelict mill buildings loomed above us and I was certain I was in for abeating. Mike had been silent since this man took control and I wonderedif somehow he’d lost contact – the thought that nobody could see what washappening to me scared me all the more. The alley emerged onto a canaltowpath. It struck me as remarkable how in many northern towns so short adistance separated busy streets from deserted, eerie places like thiswith dark stagnant water hemmed between towering Victorian factories, allbroken windows and graffiti. There was one solitary moored boat, anarrowboat looking in urgent need of care and attention. Unlocking it ledled me aboard, sitting me on the vessel’s narrow double bed.Aside from his original terse order he hadn’t said a word, or given theslightest hint of what was in store for me. Following orders I stayedmute, with head bowed while he took off his jacket revealing a tightwhite teeshirt. To my astonishment he sat next to me, pulled me roughlyto him and kissed me hard forcing his tongue into my mouth. I’d neverkissed a guy before but the sense of his strong arms around me, hisstubble on my face and his tongue probing mine was intense: I felt likethe meek submissive girl I’d become. Surely this guy was a player and thedisplay of disinterest in the cinema was just a mind fuck. I guessed Iwasn’t going to get a beating but I still feared what might be in store.His hands were over me like a rash, one feeling my stocking tops andchastity belt, the other fondling my body through the thin fabric of mydress.”You are a kinky wee girlie, aren’t you?” he declared, “Bondage collar,corset, chastity belt. What shall we do with you, I wonder? Do you likebondage?””Yes, sir.” I meekly replied, remembering Mike’s orders, although thethought of being even more helpless scared me silly. He led me into asmall cabin accessed through a sliding door. The walls were adorned withvarious scary looking devices and the back of the sliding door compriseda full length mirror. I noticed that the walls and thickly carpeted floorboasted an assortment of steel hooks and rings.”Kneel there facing the mirror. Spread your knees wide apart.”I watched as with skilful dexterity he tied my knees and ankles to thesteel rings, then bound each wrist tightly to rings set wide apart on theceiling: the ropes were so tight I could barely move my arms. He fitted ametal collar around my neck and chained it to four hooks in the walls: myneck was fixed in place so rigidly I could barely move my head. At most Icould turn my head and wriggle my body pointlessly. Then he made me openmy mouth and gagged me with a ring gag. The intensely arousing imagebefore me revealed a helplessly spread-eagled sissy girl with mouth open,legs apart and fear in her eyes. Finally he removed my earpiece, fittingearplugs and blindfolding me with a silk scarf. At this my panic levelwent through the roof: if Mike gave me orders I’d be unable to hear them,let alone carry them out. Not that there was much I could actually do inthis position. Was I about to experience extreme punishment? The feelingof sensory deprivation was new and strange serving to heighten my senseof helplessness.He must have knelt down before me because he started kissing me againthrough the ring gag. I couldn’t help but feel thrilled by myhelplessness and reciprocated, loving the feeling of his tongue probingmy mouth. The boat seemed to rock and I heard the muffled sound offootsteps: at least one person had boarded. As he withdrew I heard amurmur of voices but I couldn’t make out the words. Someone lifted myskirt and started feeling my thighs and chastity belt. Once again atongue probed my mouth but his aftershave told me this was someone else.Now I really was a tart I thought as I settled into enjoying the kiss.But once again things were set to move up a notch: the kiss came to anend orhanlı escort and I guessed the first man was back. My nostrils were assailed withthe unmistakeable aroma of a cock. Then it was in my mouth, thrustingtowards my throat and making me gag. As he withdrew slightly I started tolick it, teasing the tip with my tongue. If someone had told me a weekago that I’d be sucking a stranger’s cock and enjoying it I’d haveconsidered them mad but on this strange day new rules applied. I closedmy lips round its shaft and licked, sucked and teased for all I wasworth. At last he thrust hard against the back of my throat and came in aseemingly endless series of hard thrusts. Feeling the sticky cum slidingdown my throat I now knew exactly what I’d become. And loved it.For a while it seemed that I was left alone, but then the guy removed myblindfold followed by the earplugs, chains and neck collar. My arms andlegs remained tightly bound, the whore in the mirror looking rather moredishevelled than before but no less vulnerable. Somewhere on the boat anelectric generator hummed. Momentarily the mirror slid to one side and aman in his mid thirties entered, one altogether less frightening than thefirst. Of slender build, clean shaven and with long hair his face had akindly aspect. His aftershave was familiar: he was the other guy who’dkissed me, a thought I found appealing. But the bulge in his chinos leftme in no doubt that he was turned on by the sight of the bound sissybefore him.”So what’s next for the lovely Amanda, Jake?” He asked the bondagemaster.”We’re making a bagging vid for Mike. Get your camera, Steve.” Steve leftfor a moment returning with a professional looking movie camera. Flickinga switch I was bathed in glaring light from lamps mounted around theroom. Jake produced a clear plastic bag from his pocket and began tounfold it. My mind turned cartwheels: was I to star in my own snuffvideo? Forcing myself to think clearly I recalled my swimming tuition andstarted to take deep breaths to oxygenate my blood – all the timeterrified and shaking like a leaf.”Come on, Jake, she’s scared stupid. Can’t we just let her go?” Stevebegged.”Mike wouldn’t like that one bit. Anyway Amanda likes being bagged, don’tyou, darling?” he said, with a sneer.Unable to reply I meekly nodded, thinking there was nothing I’d likeless. At that Steve shook his head sorrowfully but turned on his camera.Jake pulled the bag over my head. As he started tying it off I took onelast huge gulp of air. The rope round my neck was tight and when Iexhaled the bag inflated hard, making my ears pop. The image in themirror, vivid through the clear plastic, was of a girl about to meet herend. Once again I forced myself to think clearly. Perhaps if they got themovie Mike wanted, they’d release me unharmed. I guessed they’d want tosee struggle and panic: I’d do my best to simulate both, all the timestaving off the latter. So I struggled against my bonds like a girlpossessed, moaning through my gag and breathing fast and hard. I can’tanswer for Mike, but I found the image in the mirror an incredible turnon as the bag inflated and deflated and I twisted and wriggled against mybonds. But soon the image became indistinct as the bag started to steamup and the air became stale and barely breathable. I fought a rising tideof panic, knowing my life depended entirely on these two men. Gaspinglungfuls of useless air I shook my head and moaned loudly through my bag.I started to swoon.Suddenly Steve ripped open the bag.”She’s had enough, Jake. We’ve got Mike’s vid. Time to let her go.”Jake nodded, leaving the room while Steve removed the bag and gag, fittedmy (mercifully quiet) earpiece and set to work releasing my bonds while Igasped lungfuls of lovely fresh air. My face in the mirror was a mess,lipstick smeared and makeup wrecked by sweat and condensation. As I stoodup every part of my body ached from my prolonged spell in bondage. Steveled me to the bathroom bidding me take as long as needed to clean up andfix my face, making it clear Mike would expect my makeup to look the sameas before. I puzzled over everyone’s apparent fear of Mike, and wonderedat the source of his power. Leading me off the boat and back towards thetown centre Steve explained that my experience was far from over and thatthis was merely a short break before Mike resumed control. But Steve letme talk to him – the first conversation I’d had all day – and I feltmyself starting to like and trust him and guessing that maybe he liked metoo. Gently holding my hand he led me to a café with outdoor tables andinvited me to order a meal. We chatted until the food arrived, which hepaid for before explaining that Mike’s orders meant he had to go. As heleft he gave me a few pounds, telling me I’d need it shortly. I ateslowly, watching the crowds passing by. Once again most ignored me asidefrom the occasional glance or male leer. A group of passing youngstersgave me the only trouble which mercifully went no further than sarcasticcomments. Comments which served to remind me – as if I could forget -about the state of my appearance and my utter lack of free will. Istarted as the earpiece burst into life.”Your lovely video has gone online. You did well, but things are about tohot up. Go to the pub across the road, sit on a stool at the bar and buya drink.”Despite its high street location the pub was a down-market place withbeer stained carpet and was in dire need of redecoration. The fewcustomers were mainly men having a drink on their way home from aSaturday shift. On building sites from the look of some of them: nonelooked especially LGBT friendly. Affecting a confidence I certainlydidn’t feel I walked to the bar, sat on a stool and ordered a drink. Thehard stool increased the pressure from my butt plug compounding my senseof feminine vulnerability.”A man will appear. He’s very dominant. Keep your head bowed, look meekand submissive at all times way and obey him absolutely.”I felt impossibly exposed on the high stool in full view of the puntersand kept tugging the hem of my dress to keep my stocking tops from view.I could see the builders at one table glancing in my direction andsharing murmured comments and sniggers. I started to feel very uneasyindeed when a lone man at another table got up and walked directlytowards me. In a dark suit and tie he was tall, clean shaven and muscularwith close cropped hair looking rather like a doorman at some dodgy club.Which turned out to be exactly what he was. I guessed his age to be inhis late twenties. Ordering me to go with him, he set off towards thedoor. With head bowed I accompanied him.”That was an easy pick up. I Hope you don’t get any surprises, mate.”jeered one of the builders, but a glare from my companion silenced him.Outside the crowds were thinning as afternoon gave way to evening. Hewalked briskly and I did my best to keep up at his side, keeping my headbowed. Soon we reached a doorway to a gay club with a burly doormanattending. As we approached the bouncer lifted my chin and gave me athorough appraisal.”Mike’s sent a nice one this time and no mistake. She’ll be popular.” Mycompanion merely nodded as he led the way down the stairs into thebasement club. It evidently wasn’t yet open: the tables were unoccupied,the dance floor was empty, the stage deserted. The place was large and, Ithought, distinctly down market. The walls bore photos of men, some cladin leather or PVC, some nude with oiled musculature. Other pictures,disturbingly, revealed pretty t-girls some bound and being abused bydominant men. He led me to a side room and told me the girls wouldprepare me.Within were half a dozen t-girls – one of whom was Mary – in variousstages of dressing in waitress uniforms. These comprised tight fitting,long sleeved, very short black satin dresses worn over petticoats makingtheir hems stand out wide. Necklines were low and the girls showed amplecleavages. The dresses were adorned with little satin aprons and theywore little lace caps in their hair. Lipstick was glossy, makeupsignalled ready availability and the aroma of cheap scent filled the air.Introducing herself as Annette one of the girls started to help mechange.”Hey, Mike’s got you all wired up. You’re a first timer aren’t you,dear,” she said. I nodded mutely.”I’m told you get to wear the flower tonight. Aren’t you the luckygirlie!” She declared with a knowing chuckle. My pleas to elucidate weremet with a finger across sealed lips. A little plastic daffodil waspinned to my chest and she took me to the mirror. The image of a prettybut tarty waitress gazed back at me. The satin dress clung to my breastsand tightly corseted waist, my curly blonde wig cascaded to the shoulder.I could smell the strong musky perfume Annette had applied; my cheapjewellery only added to my appearance as a sexy, sluttish waitress. Myshiny black shoes had higher heels than any I’d worn before. The meaningof the innocent looking little flower continued to trouble me but mythoughts were interrupted when a man put his head round the door.”Time to earn your keep, girls. As for you, Amanda, obey orders from thestaff. Don’t go off with the punters or let them get away with too tepeören escort much.And enjoy what’s in store for you. Little flower.”His stagy clothing revealed him as the club compîre but his voice wasthat of Mike, apparent club owner and controller of the inhabitants ofthe strange rabbit-hole down which I’d fallen. I followed Annette and theothers into the club fast filling with punters. The place evidentlycatered for B&D freaks. Many wore leather. A few had subs on dog collarand lead – one even dressed as a leather dog – and in a corner I spotteda little cluster of t-girls sipping cocktails and looking adrift in thetestosterone fuelled aura pervading the place. An aura at oncethreatening and off-putting. Annette quickly explained what was expectedof me and I set to work taking orders and waiting on tables as Janet hadinstructed.The punters evidently hadn’t majored in etiquette: they thought nothingof fondling my body or lifting my skirt and examining my knickers andchastity belt. Being casually groped and subjected to lewd comments bythese unpleasant looking leather clad men wasn’t my idea of fun yet itaccentuated my thrilling sense of girlish vulnerability. The air throbbedto the sound of house music. On the dance floor men kissed and brazenlyfelt each other up. From time to time Mike made announcements,occasionally referring to the pending slave auction and “try before youbuy” session; announcements greeted with cheers from the audience. As theevening progressed – and my feet tired from the extended period in theseheels – I began to notice that I was coming in for far more unwelcomeattention than the other waitresses. Some lewd comments bore ellipticalreferences to my yellow daffodil. Naively I guessed it merely signifiedmy status as a new girl. How wrong I was.Late in the evening the doorman led me through a side door into a bondagechamber equipped with a low table and various hooks and rings in thewalls, ceiling and floor. Unceremoniously he pulled down my panties andmade me kneel with body across the table, legs spread apart and armspressed to the table legs. Soon I was expertly bound: arms to table legs,knees and ankles to floor rings. Strategically placed mirrors echoed theimages on the club walls: a helpless sissygirl ripe for abuse. Producinga key from his pocket he lifted my skirt, undid the padlock and removedmy butt plug. The feeling as it was withdrawn was of delicious relief.”The try before you buy is now open. Usual rules. Serious bidders only,”Mike announced to his audience. Belated realisation dawned. The slave tobe auctioned was me, doubtless signified by the daffodil, and I was aboutto lose my cherry to one or more of these leather clad punters; aterrifying thought. Even scarier was the idea of being “sold” to one ofthem as a slave. How long did one remain enslaved to a likely unpleasantor even dangerous man?The door admitted several punters who proceeded to poke and prod me likea b**st at auction. A big guy unzipped his leather trousers. The doormanhanded him some lube and a condom which he unrolled over his erect cockbefore lubing it thoroughly. The others started to follow suit.”Do you want cock, Sissy?” he demanded.”Yes, Sir.” I meekly replied, eyes filling with tears. The thought ofgang **** by these men horrified me but in moments he was on me,thrusting his cock into my open pussy. Despite my day in a butt plug ithurt as he forced himself in, thrusting hard without regard for myfeelings and using me like a girl. Eventually with final, painful,thrusts he came. As I watched through my tears they took it in turns toscrew me, encouraged by laughs and jeers from the others. As the men madeto leave I felt utterly used and defiled. The doorman untied me andhanded me the buttplug to fit. It slid in easily now with such a lovelyfeeling that I suddenly realised that, with a loving partner, being takenlike that might be the perfect girly experience. Locking the buttplug inplace he sent me to the staff toilet and then to the dressing room where,he explained, I’d be prepared for sale.In the dressing room Annette slipped me out of my waitress uniform,helped me fix my makeup and showed me what I was to wear. A gorgeoussleeveless cocktail dress in black taffeta, tight fitting with a lowrevealing neckline and calf length frilled skirt. It looked fabulous. Sheled me through a back door and down a corridor, the dress rustlingdelightfully as I walked. Finally she propelled me onto the stage andinto the spotlights’ glare.”Here we have our one lot for tonight’s slave auction. Amanda, a girlwho’ll make you a wife for life. If that’s what you want.” A cheer wentup. “Today she’s proved her submissiveness. With a little of my, er,encouragement!” another cheer from the audience “She’ll gladly doanything for you. Or for your mates. Won’t you, Amanda?””Yes, sir.” I meekly replied into his outstretched microphone, to theaccompaniment of loud cheering.”And, like every auction lot, she’s sold in what she’s wearing with a topof the range chastity belt and, for times when you let her out alone, aremote control.” He brandished a tablet computer and pressed the screen.I yelped with pain, provoking howls of laughter from the audience.”Amanda hates pain, so please use it sparingly.””But we like giving it!” someone heckled, to cheers and applause.”Do a twirl, Amanda, and show ’em what you’ve got.” Under the spotlightsI twirled before the audience, the dress rustling and swirling around me.”Look how meek and compliant she is. The sub of your dreams. Let’s see anice curtsey.””Yes, Sir.” I replied, complying, the audience responding volubly.”Lift your dress and show ’em what you’ve got!”To whoops and cheers I bent down and lifted the hem of my dress to revealstocking tops, panties and chastity belt. Could this humiliation get anyworse? For the benefit of the audience he groped my body lecherouslywhile they continued to cheer enthusiastically. With his arm round mywaist he started the bidding.”What am I bid for this gorgeous slave? The equipment she’s wearing isworth a grand of anyone’s money. We’ll start silly. A hundred poundsanyone?”Several hands went up. The bidding rapidly escalated, a hundred at atime. He had me twirl and dance before them. As I did so I saw to myalarm that the bagging movie was showing on a screen behind me. At 3500the bidding slowed, just three muscular leather men near the stagecompeting hard for me. I didn’t like the look of any of them but itseemed inevitable that one would win. With bids of that magnitude theirexpectations would surely match. I thought I’d signed up for a day. Howlong did servitude to one of these a****ls last? Suddenly a voice fromthe back yelled “Five thousand!” The audience erupted into wild cheering.”Going once… Going twice…” The leather men shook their heads “…Soldto the man at the back for five thousand pounds. Come and collect!”In the glare of the spotlights I couldn’t see my new owner but his voiceseemed familiar. Moments later Steve appeared, handing Mike a wad of cashand taking keys and tablet from the table. To cheers from the audience hetook my hand and led me backstage. I was so relieved he was my buyer Imomentarily forgot I remained an owned woman with a future not of my ownchoosing.When we reached his house he bade me sit on the sofa and sat beside me.Taking my hand he explained my role.”You’ll live here as my wife and be in chastity except when I choose togive you pleasure. We’ll get to know each other, hopefully get on well.But if after six months I’m unhappy I’ll release you from slavery; you’llnever see me again. You’ll be free to resume your old life. But my hopeis that you’ll agree to be my obedient slave and wife forever. We mightmarry for real. But I require complete compliance and will enforce it.The electronics on your body? My design. I supply Mike with sets for allhis slaves. Surveillance is my speciality and I was watching you monthsbefore you met our Mary. I know your timid little online life asBernadette and how you write stories for a living. The other girls werejust jobs for Mike but in time I became obsessed with your looks,submissiveness and shy innocence. The longer I watched, the more I longedto own you.”He paused briefly, but I simply sat meekly looking down to the floor. Heput an arm round my shoulders, drawing me close.”Treat me as your husband. Shop, cook and clean for me. Wash my clothes.Talk to me as wife to husband. Write in your free time. But displease meand Mike’s rules apply for as long as I require: then you’ll call me’sir’, speak only when spoken to and submit to punishment. Remember myspecialism; leave the house without permission, try to contact anyonebehind my back, and I will know. And don’t even think of running away:Mike doesn’t take kindly to reports of disobedience from girls he’s soldand punishes it very severely. Make no mistake you’re mine, for sixmonths at least. You’ll give me sex when I want it and submit topunishment and bondage when required. I might lend you to my friends forsex. I know you very well indeed, Bernadette. I believe I know yoursecret desires better than you yourself. You are the perfect sissy wifeand I’ll teach you to enjoy your role immensely. Soon you’ll come toacknowledge it’s what you were born for. What do you think, love?”At that precise moment it seemed the very sweetest thing.”It sounds lovely, darling.” I raised my bowed head, turning my face tohis. He kissed me deeply.

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