Jean

Valerie

Part 1

My name is Eugene. I am twenty-seven years old. I am single. I’m in middle management by day and a writer of porn by night. My trouble began when I casually mentioned to a female friend that I wrote soft porn stories. Laurel started asking all sorts of questions. She is a cute young lady about 28 years old. She is slender and keeps her body well-toned. She is fun to be around and very inquisitive. She wanted to know if they were romance novels with tons of hot sex. I told her not really. She then wanted to know if they were gay stories. I told her definitely not. Finally she simply asked me to tell her what my stories were about.
I told her they were about light bondage, transvestites or transgender. She was fascinated and wanted to know more. She pleaded with me to share some of my stories with her. Finally I agreed. After about a week she contacted me and said she wanted to talk about the stories I had sent her. She suggested that she come over to my house and I told her seven thirty would work for me and she agreed.
She arrived promptly at seven thirty and ensconced herself on the living room sofa. She smiled coyly as I offered her a glass of wine. I poured two glasses and served one to her and sat next to her. Now she was wearing a smirk. “What’s up? You look as if you swallowed a canary.”
“I’m not quite sure yet. I have a million questions for you though.”
“Shoot. Ask me before you burst.”
“Well. I found the stories fascinating. I really enjoyed them. How did you dream such stories up? They seem so real. I mean it was as if you were there.”
“I was. In my mind I was there. I just wrote down what I thought was happening to the characters.”
“I have to ask. Did any of those things actually happen to you?”
“No, of course not. It is all fiction. They are but figments of my imagination.”
“You seem well versed in women’s attire. You describe it so well right down to how the different materials feel against the skin. Do you have any of the pieces of clothing that you describe in the stories? I mean you must have purchased some in order to write about them in your book?”
“Actually yes I did exactly that so I could write about them knowingly.”
“Wow! That’s neat. Will you show me some of the actual pieces of clothing that are in your stories?”
“I guess I could. Why do you want to see them?”
“I don’t know I guess I just want to compare what I envisioned to the actual thing.”
“I guess I could show you some. I’ll be right back.” I got up and left the room and went to the guest bedroom and unlocked the top drawer of the dresser where I had stored the articles of feminine attire. While I was standing in front of the dresser trying to remember which bra and panty set I wrote about in the story that I had given Laurel, She cleared her throat right behind me. She nudged me to the side and began rummaging through the lingerie drawer. She picked out a pink satin thong and a matching bra saying “I think this was in the story. And this white satin camisole too.” She stepped away from the drawer and moved to the closet and without asking, opened the closet to reveal a rack full of women’s blouses, nighties, robes, skirts and dresses. “I’ll say you purchased a few of the items. You have a whole wardrobe.” She reached into the closet asking “What size are these? Oh they are size eight-ten. That’s a good size. They are larger than my size but it probably works.”
Laurel turned around to face me and asked “have you tried any of these outfits on? I mean just to get the feel of the fabric so you could write about it.”
“Yea, I’ve tried a couple of them on as you said so that I could write about how the skirt flew up when the character turned or bent over.”
“I see.” She paused. “Do you think you could put on a little fashion show for me?” When I didn’t answer right away she said, “It’s just the two of us. I would really like that. No one needs to know of course but I would really like it if you would do that for me.” She purred, "Pretty please with sugar on it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh come on, it will be fun. I actually think it is something you like to do and you might enjoy it even more doing it in front of me. What do you say?” She paused and then added, “Look, just put on one outfit. You pick out your favorite. I want you to do it all the way too. Put on some of that beautiful lingerie and a wig if you have one. I’m going to wait in the living room.  This is so exciting!”
Laurel left and I stood there wondering what had just happened. I shrugged and put the pink set on the bed along with a pair of thigh highs. I then pulled a sheer white blouse from the closet and a very short flared acetate skirt also known as a skater skirt. It was maroon. I then got out my three inch pumps and my little girl mask with attached wig. I stripped off my clothes and carefully dressed in the outfit I had assembled. When I was fully dressed I put the full head mask on and tip toed toward the living room.
Laurel had found the stereo and had some music playing. I walked in and did a pirouette. She had every light in the living room on. She clapped her hands and asked me to come closer to her. She had me face away from her and swish my skirt a little so it exposed the bare flesh above the thigh highs and below my thong. She told me to put a hand over my eyes and tilt my head back like the heroine in gone with the wind. Laurel then made an unusual request that caught me off guard. “Let me have your blouse I want to see who made it.”
“Okay.” I unbuttoned the blouse and slipped it off and handed it to her.
After a moment, “Could you please let me see the skirt too?”
“This is weird.”
“Stop being a baby. I’ve seen you wearing less when we go swimming, give me the damn skirt.”
I unzipped the waist band and slid the skirt down my stockinged legs and handed it to her.
“You know you are pretty cute standing there in your lingerie. Turn around so you are facing away and remove your bra.”
I don’t know why but I did as requested. She said put your hand over your eyes again and tilt your head back for me. I like that pose.”
I stood facing her in just my thong, thigh highs and heels. She got even bolder and said “Now I want that little thong that is hiding your junk. You might as well; you are practically naked now anyway.”
“No way! Enough is enough. I’m drawing the line here.”
“Look at yourself. You are beginning to become aroused. I think you are enjoying this little show. I want to see more of the clothes but perhaps another time. Thank you for humoring me. It was a very nice show. I especially like the finale. Go get dressed while I pour us another glass of wine.”
A few days passed when Laurel sent me a text saying she had the afternoon free and wondered if I would show her some more clothes. I told her that last time was a once in a lifetime event. She made as if I hadn’t refused and told me she would be over in fifteen minutes, and hung up.
Laurel rang the bell and simply walked in, “Hey there. I can’t wait for another show.”
“I don’t think you heard me. There isn’t going to be another show.”
“What’s the problem? I’m here. You’re here. I am enjoying myself and from the looks of your junk last time you were enjoying yourself too.”
“Alright. It was fun but . . . Did you really enjoy seeing me in women’s clothes?”
“Oh yea, It was sexy and different. I’ve never known any man who liked dressing as a woman before. It was fun. I think it is amazing to see a guy look so feminine but still have the tools to please a woman. I liked seeing you dressed in lace and satin but with your bulge of manhood showing.”
“Okay. I guess it can’t hurt. Wait here I’ll go change.”
She turned up the music and turned on all the lights again. Laurel called from the living room, “Don’t wear that mask again. Just put on a simple wig, okay?”
I put on my little school girl outfit with a short plaid skirt, white blouse and black heels with a strap over white knee high socks. I pulled on a long red haired wig and sauntered into the living room.
“Beautiful! So sexy. Wait a minute I want you to wear this.” She produced a sleep mask, the kind you get on airlines, and covered my eyes. “There now I want you to parade around in your sexy outfit for me. Nice, Very nice. Lift the hem of the skirt so I can see your undies. You are so cute. This is wonderful. Are you having fun too?”
“It’s kind of a turn on I guess.”
“I can see your penis pushing against your silk panties.”
Her comment caused me to begin a slow erection.
I modeled two more outfits and when I entered with the second one which was a satin baby doll under a short satin robe Laurel approach me and asked me to put my hands behind my back. She put Velcro cuffs on each wrist and another pair on my ankles. She then snapped a padlock joining my wrist together and another joining my ankles.
“I believe in your stories Paul had a similar experience”. She unfastened the sash of the robe and untied the spaghetti straps of the nightie and it fell to the floor. I stood tethered in the lace panty.  “I want you to really enjoy this experience so I invited a few girl friends over to admire your inhibitions. Hope you don’t mind a little company.”
“How dare you betray my confidence? What made you think I wanted to share this with anyone else? Lock the door and undo these cuffs.”
“Afraid not sweetie. The girls are looking forward to playing with you a little.”
Just then the doorbell rang and in walked three young women I detected from their laughing. “Oh my, he’s a cutie. Where did you find such a nice boy toy?”
“He found me actually. I found out that he writes soft porn with a transvestite theme and got him to share it with me. One thing led to another and he started modeling for me.”
“You devil! I swear you could talk the pope out of his tunic.”
The women walked around me, touching me wherever they pleased. “I don’t like all the hair on him. It’s disgusting. Do you think we could shave him?”
“My dear we can do anything we want to do to him, he’s ours to play with as we see fit.”
“No hold on a minute. You are NOT going to shave me. Undo these cuffs right now. It’s not funny anymore.”
“It was never about being funny. I take it very seriously. There is something you need to understand right now.” Laurel stepped in front of me with her IPhone and began scrolling through pictures. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had taken pictures of me in almost every outfit from day one. I now realized why the music was playing. She had the stereo on so that I would not hear her phone taking the pictures. The lights were all on so her phone camera would not need the flash. The ones in the full head mask of the young girl were okay because no one could tell who was in the picture. The rest were clear shots of my face with the sleep mask over my eyes. She had purposely taken pictures with me not wearing a bra to show I had absolutely no boobs.
“Now that we have a better understanding of your situation, can we count on your cooperation?”
I said nothing. Laurel walked around me and gave a stinging slap to my buttocks. “I said do we have your cooperation?”
“Yes”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I don’t want to mess up his house so let’s take him out on the lanai for the shaving. I’ll get some things and meet you out there.” The three women snicker and took hold of my arms and slowly guided me out to the lanai. One of the women untied the spaghetti straps on the panties and they fell away. Then two of them took my arms. One of them cupped my balls and the other latched onto my penis. The padlock on my wrists was opened and the robe was removed and then the wrists were re-locked. Laurel returned with a whole package of disposable razors and a can of shaving cream. Someone turned on some music and they all set about removing my body hair. They had finished with my legs, back, arms, and chest. Laurel then started playing with my nipples and I felt someone stroking the head of my dick. I was becoming erect very rapidly. Laurel then applied the shaving cream all over my genitals and began to carefully remove any trace of hair.
“Oh that is so much better. I like it when their skin is soft and hairless. It helps to put them in the right frame of mind too. Well what shall we do with him? He doesn’t look like Eugene anymore I guess we’ll have to call her Jean.”
“I think he needs to be fitted properly so that he follows our instructions as soon as we tell him.”
“You’re right, Lynn did you bring a device with you?”
“Yes it’s in the car I’ll go get it.”
Two women bent me over the deck chair and Laurel inserted a wad of Vaseline into my rectum.
Lynn returned and removed my eye mask and held in front of me the device she had retrieved from the car. It was made of soft rubber, sort of conical in shape beginning with about an inch in width and increasing to almost three inches and then tapered abruptly to a half inch. It was almost 5 inches in length with a flat round disc at the end.
“Did you check the batteries?”
“Of course I did and I put a fresh set in it.”
Lynn handed the device to Laurel who began to push it into my rectum. My sphincter refused to accept it at first but Laurel continued a steady pressure and it slowly invaded my ass spreading my poor ass open. Suddenly my sphincter closed around the devise at the narrow end pulling it into me tightly so that the round disc was flush with my buns. I was full and could feel all of it inside me.  They stood me up and Laurel asked Cynthia if she wanted to do the honors. Cynthia gave a little giggle and flipped a switch on the hand held instrument. I first felt a low humming and then warmth. She turned a dial slightly and the vibrations increased. The thing was flush against my prostate and the vibrations were causing me to spill a little pre-cum. She turned the dial some more and what had been pleasurable began to cause my nerve endings to quiver.  My dick was swelling into a raging hard on. Cynthia then shut the device off and Laurel came over to me. “That was only at setting three. It has settings all the way to nine and believe me you do not want us to turn it up to nine.” She then slapped my penis and it immediately shrunk.
Patty brought over a set of metal rings that were connected with a thin leather strap that had two loose strands at one end. She slide the rings onto my shaft so that each ring was about a half inch apart. She then looped the strands around my scrotum and tied it tight so that my balls were secure in the sack and could not rise like they normally would at the time of ejaculation. “There I think he is ready to perform for us.”
“Step away girls I need to get some pictures.” She took a couple of me straight on and then asked me to turn to the side so she could get one of my raging hard on jutting straight out in the breeze. Then she told me to turn around and bend over so she could get one picture of the butt plug.
“You seem to be cooperating just fine. We’ll let you see what you are doing if you continue to do as we command.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No but it will be nicer for you if you can see us don’t you think? Cynthia are you ready?” With that Cynthia stood up peeled off her jeggings and thong and flopped into an adjacent chair spreading her legs wide open. “Do you like what you see, Jean?” Cynthia was a short slim brunette most likely of Italian decent. Her hair was medium length and she had a cute mole on her cheek near the left side of her mouth. She stuck a finger nail in her mouth and looked up at me.
Laurel said “now I want to hear Cynthia moaning in delight in the next five minutes. Get on your knees and do your best.”
I knelt down between her thighs and I could tell she was already aroused because the sweet smell of her musk filled my nostrils. I eased my tongue between her lips and parted them. She actually tasted good. It was sort of like cinnamon. I flicked at her clit each time my tongue reached the top of her opening. Then I inserted my tongue inside her as far as it would reach and then back to her clit for a flick or two. And so it went until I heard her begin to breathe harder and harder. I then allowed her now hard clit to slip between my wet lips. I grasped it ever so slightly and then let it go. I was mixing up the maneuvers to ensure overall satisfaction and not dwell in any one spot. When she began to moan I clamped down on her clit and tugged a little with my lips.  She moaned all the more. She started screaming “Now, now, damn it now.” I flattened my tongue against her clit and exerted a little pressure against it. Then I slide my tongue from side to side. She gushed warm thick juice onto my chin and down her thighs. Laurel wiped my face with a warm cloth and held a glass of white wine for me to drink. Lynn squealed “I’m next. I’m next.” Lynn was a loud and crazy blonde who was just a tad over-weight. She was attractive with deep blue eyes. Lynn assumed a similar position and I repeated my performance for her. She was giggling at first and then she was screaming like a banshee as I tortured her clit. By the time I had finished my neck was killing me and I had a cramp in my tongue.
Patty then lay down on a towel and told me to do her next. Patty was a skinny red head probably of Irish heritage. She may have been slim but she was wiry and strong. She clasped her legs around my head and drew me into her tightly. I lay prone on top of her legs and began to satisfy her as well. By the time I had finished I was exhausted. I could not administer to another if my life depended on it. Laurel came over to me and after cleaning me up for the third time and she told me to lie on my back. She unrolled a condom onto me. She then placed her feet on either side of my rib cage and lowered herself in a squat position with the head of my penis just opening her lips. Suddenly she dropped and I plunged into her, to the hilt. I could feel the back of her cervix. She rose after a few seconds and then dropped again. She did this several times and gradually began a rhythm. She then started to rock on me. She was telling the girls how much the four metal rings were raking her insides. When she got close someone reached under her and untied the strand holding my scrotum and we both came in wild abandon.
After we were all cleaned up the girls thanked Laurel and began leaving. “Hope we can do this again soon. It was fun. Jean, you were just terrific.”
Laurel told me to go and remove the butt plug commenting, “For whatever reason I don’t think we are going to need that thing in the future because you are such a sweet young girl. Be sure and wash it thoroughly with hot soapy water being careful not to submerge it because of the battery compartment. After you dry it, put it in this zip lock baggie.” Laurel was the last to leave. “I’ll call you. Be good and we’ll see you soon.”
The next Friday evening I had just sat down to watch some shows I had taped on my DVR when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Laurel and her three friends who pushed right past me and made themselves comfortable in the living room. I closed and locked the front door and returned to the living room. Laurel explained, “We had fun last week but it was all about us and testing your ability to follow instructions. Tonight we want to devote to you. The first thing we need to do is have you take a shower and shave as close as you can all over. I brought some wine. Would you like to take a glass with your to the bathroom?”
“Yes, I’m going to need it I think.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I’ll bring it to you. Go ahead and get started.”
I was just getting in the shower when Laurel came in, “Here is a fresh razor and a few tips. Always shave in the direction of your hair, down your arms and down your legs to avoid razor burn. Be careful around your knees, elbows and ankles because it is real easy to nick yourself. If there is a place you can’t reach we’ll get it when you are finished. See you soon.” She left the wine on the sink top and left.
I wrapped the towel around me and returned to the living room. Patty said let’s see how well you did, remove the towel. Hey you did pretty well for the first time. Okay we need you sit over here on the ottoman.”
Cynthia began putting cotton balls between each of my toes and Lynn began filing my finger nails. Lynn complained to Laurel that my nails were too short and Laurel told her to apply fake ones. Patty walked behind me and began combing my hair which was still damp from the shower. She put a bunch of rollers in my hair, fussing the whole time because my hair was too short to hold the rollers. Cynthia started applying a soft pink polish to my toe nails and Lynn was gluing fake nails to my fingers telling me to hold my fingers still while the glue dried. Patty put a light spray all over my head curlers and all. Cynthia started using a hair dryer on my toes to quick dry the polish. Lynn began filing the fake nails to a more reasonable size and shape and Patty took the hair dryer from Cynthia and began drying my hair. Laurel came over and told me to look straight ahead and she began plucking my eye brows. That sure did not feel good. When she finished she started drawing lines in my eye brows telling me that she was defining them. Laurel then put dabs of cream on my face in different spots and massaged it into my skin. When she was finally satisfied she applied some powder with a little brush. She told me to close my eyes while she drew lines on top of my lids and under my eyes. She then applied different colors on my eyelid and over my eyes and an off white color under my eyes. She then told me to hold perfectly still while she curled my lashes commenting on their length. Then she had me open my eyes and hold them open while she applied mascara to each one brushing the black ink into them. Then she took a lipstick and made a streak on both cheeks and gently smeared it with her fingers along my cheek bone. She said she was almost done. Meanwhile Cynthia had applied a second coat to my toenails and Lynn had applied the first coat to the fake nails. Patty had removed the curlers from my hair and was gently brushing the curls together as she styled it. Patty finished styling and put hair spray on it while Lynn applied the second coat to my fingernails. All four women stood back and admired their work. “Not bad. She looks damn good if I do say so myself.”
“Okay let’s get her dressed. Cynthia go select the outfit you think would be best for tonight and then Patty will get the appropriate lingerie to go with it. Jean, how do you feel? Are you okay? Would you like some more wine?”
Yes Mistress.”
Lynn said, “I’ll get it.”
She returned and handed me the glass. “Thanks”
“Thank you Mistress.”
Thank you Mistress.”
“Better.”
“May I see what you’ve done to me, Mistress?”
“No you may not. I’ll let you see when we have finished. Now stand up the girls have your things ready.” We went into the guest room and they dressed me in white lace panties and told me to stuff myself in the stretchy triangle. Lynn put a white lace bra around me and guided my arms through and fixed the hooks in the back. Even though the bra was padded it still needed a little help and Lynn stuffed two or three tissues in each cup. I sat on the bed and pulled on the sheer to toe thigh highs that Cynthia handed to me. Patty held open a white satin camisole and dropped it over my head while Laurel straightened it around me. Patty then buttoned a sheer white blouse on me while Cynthia asked me to step into a mid-thigh black full skirt. Laurel surprised me by painting on lip color with a tiny brush instead of using lipstick. Then she applied a clear glossy coat over the soft pink color. They slipped on the three inch pumps and walked me over to the mirror that was mounted on the door.
I gasped, “Wholly shit! If I wasn’t looking right at myself I would not know it was me.”
“I’m glad you like what we’ve done. Are you girls ready? I’m just going to get a few pictures and then we can be on our way.”
I turned to Laurel, “What do you mean? Where are we going?”
“Out. We are going out for a few drinks. Don’t worry no one could possibly recognize you and besides all four of us will watch out for you. You’ll be fine. Enjoy yourself. Have some fun for a change.”
All five of us were in the car before I could even object. I got out of the car and straightened my skirt and walked in to the bar/disco and we took a booth. A waitress came over and the girls ordered. “And what will you have sweetie? She directed at me. Laurel answered for me telling her I wanted a Cosmo.
After my second Cosmo Lynn asked me to dance. I told her I doubted I could in the heels. She said that when I got to the dance floor simply take them off and put them in the corner and dance. With trepidation I ventured onto the dance floor and danced with Lynn. Another number came on and Lynn insisted that I dance another. When that dance finished Lynn told me to glance over to my right. I did so and a group of three guys were staring at me. Well not at me. They were staring up at me. We were on a slightly raised dance floor and their table was about a foot and a half lower. I’m sure that my skirt was giving them quite a view as I danced above them. I told Lynn I wanted to go back to the table and she told me that Cynthia wanted the next dance with me. I protested but Cynthia arrived and we started the next dance. Cynthia took both my hand and held them up as we danced causing a few more inches of thigh to be exposed whenever I swung my hips to the beat of the music. I finished the second dance with Cynthia and Patty arrived and insisted that I dance with her. After the second dance we left the dance floor and Laurel took me to the ladies room. I used a stall and relived myself. When I came out Laurel told me to come over to her and she took a wide Patten leather belt from her purse and put it around my waist and pulled it very tight. She then went around my waist tugging the skirt up above the belt, turning it into a mini skirt. “There that’s better. Now you’ll get some attention. Let’s go dance sweet Jean.
When we got to the dance floor Laurel took control. She spun me around and on occasion took my hand and caused me to swivel left and right as we turned around. The effect was to flip my now mini skirt way up to expose not only the top of my thigh highs but some of my lace panties as well. She was right I was getting attention. Unwanted attention I might add. Several men had now gathered at the edge of the dance floor and were pointing every time Laurel spun me. After the number she took me back to the women’s room and told me to give her my panties. I hesitated and Laurel just stared at me and I knew I had to comply. I handed her my only covering of modesty and back to the dance floor we went. I knew what she was going to do before the music even started. As soon as we entered the dance floor the group of men re-gathered to their vantage point. The music started and so did the show. Because most of the men had witnessed the lace panties, the absence of them raised even more interest. Laurel kept me facing her and only my butt was being exposed. Beside we were moving so fast to the music I’m sure no one caught a glimpse of my free swinging dick. If they did see something they would discount it as not possible on a cute chick.
Laurel took me back to the table immediately after the dance and signaled the girls that we were leaving. Patty stayed behind to settle the check and we all met back at the car. We all laughed on the way back home, including me. Patty reached under my skirt and played with my cock, keeping it engorged all the way home. She kept giggling as she tormented and teased me.
It was Saturday morning and the girls arrived about nine. They had me shower and shave. Then they put the tiniest bikini bottom on me that I have ever seen. It was a very bright fuchsia that almost glowed. Next they pulled a pair of men’s trunks over it. We piled into the car and drove to the beach. They selected a spot near the water and spread a large blanket on the sand. Patty took the matching bikini top and laid it out on the blanket with the neck strings stretched out fully and the torso strings pulled straight out to the sides. They told me to lie down so that the little triangles were aligned with my tits. I did so and then they slid the men’s swimming trunks off me leaving just the little fuchsia bikini resting in the crack of my ass. They all spread generous amounts of sun block all over my body and then placed a long red-haired wig on my head and covered it with a large straw hat. Laurel whispered in my ear that they would be back soon and for me not to go anywhere. It was not as if I could go anywhere. The latex bikini hugged and covered my genitals but nothing else. If I got up I would be arrested for indecent exposure. So I laid there on the sand with only the tiny bikini on my ass and the top strings played out to the sides telling anyone who looked that the top was no longer tied around my chest.
I think about forty or forty five minutes passed before I heard a man’s voice above me asking if I needed anything from the snack bar. He asked a second time and I simply ignored him. No more than twenty minutes went by and two guys came and actually sat down on the blanket and asked if I wanted to go for a dip in the water. I obviously did not want to give my deep voice away so I did not answer. One of them offered to apply more sun block to my back. Again I did not answer. The guy must have taken that as a yes and began spreading the sun block on my back. I guess that was okay until he got bolder and began rubbing my ass cheeks with the lotion. He kept asking how it felt, which was his way of asking permission to continue. He then began applying it to my thighs. He got even bolder and began sliding his hand on my inner thighs and right up to the crack of my ass. Because I didn’t want to give myself away I couldn’t tell him to stop. For five agonizing minutes he tried his best to slip his finger into my vagina but I kept my legs clamped shut and would not allow him to penetrate. Finally I heard Laurel, Patty, Lynn and Cynthia return to the blanket and ask what the guys though they were doing. They sheepishly exited. The girls were snickering about the scene and teasing me. “Did you like the massage you were getting?” Because my presence on the beach in the very skimpy suit had attracted a considerable amount of men around our blanket the girls could not simply pull on the men’s trunks. So they gathered around me sat me up fixed the wig in place and secured the string bikini top in place and draped a large towel around me and stood me up. Cynthia gathered up the blanket and the other three escorted me safely off the beach. We got back to the house and they all said their good-byes. “Wait until you see what we are going to do next week.”
A week later on Sunday morning about nine the four women burst through my front door laughing and giggling. I knew the routine by now and went to the shower to shave and prepare for whatever they wanted to do. When I emerged from the shower Laurel handed me a hot pink thong instructing me to squeeze my jewels into it. Cynthia then slid a very short white flared skater skirt up my legs and fastened the waist band. Lynn fitted a white bra in place and inserted two silicone falsies. Patty pulled a hot pink cotton tank top over my head and fitted it over the bra and into the waist band of the skirt. Laurel then put a short brunette wig on me and began applying makeup. Patty put a pair of white sneakers on my feet along with to Velcro ankle cuffs. Patty then put two wrist cuffs on me. When Laurel had finished the makeup we all went to the garage. Lynn was just finishing affixing two pipe clamps to the handlebars just ahead of the hand grips. They told me to straddle the bike and promptly attached my wrists to the handle bar. They told me to get up on the peddles while they held the bike steady. When I sat down the skirt was so short that it hung over the seat and I was sitting almost bare-assed on the tiny bicycle seat. They then attached the ankle cuffs to the pedals. Laurel explained to me that once they pushed the bike in motion I would be required to keep peddling or else I would fall over while attached to the bike and would most likely hurt myself. They all got on separate bikes and we were off. As I peddled to keep my balance I noticed that at any speed what-so-ever my skirt would fly up revealing the hot pink thong. The only way to get it back down was to stand up on the peddles and shake a little. The girls surrounded me with their bikes and we traveled out of the neighborhood and into the park. The women were attracting attention in their short shorts and halter tops but I think most of the stares were at my flimsy skirt and constant nakedness. We must have peddled two or three times around the park before returning home. I coasted into the garage and the girls guided the bike to a stop and unhooked the cuffs allowing me to get off.
Once in the house they removed my clothes and fastened the ankle cuff to a two foot pipe and attached my wrist cuffs to a rope that they ran through a pulley affixed to the door jamb. They seemed satisfied with their handy work looking at me suspended in the doorway to the lanai. Cynthia slipped the four metal rings onto my shaft and began playing with my dick. In no time at all I was sporting a raging hard on. Lynn came over and began sucking on me ensuring that I filled the rings completely. Patty reached up and put her arms around my neck and hoisted herself up in the air and allowed my spear to penetrate her sopping wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist. She was moving up and down on me humming wonderful moans as she brought herself to climax. Each girl took their turn and when all had satisfied themselves they untied the two straps from my testicles and brought me to orgasm. The girls then started to leave. “See you next week sweetie.” “You are so much fun to play with.” “We’ll have to dream up something unique for next time.”
The following weekend arrived and they dressed me in a cute white micro mini short set and halter top. They put a sheer floral blouse over the top to hide the lack of cleavage. They added two inch sandals and we were off. The girls decided that it would be fun to go shopping so off to the mall we went. Everywhere we went men stared at us. It wasn’t just my skimpy outfit. The four women were all knock outs. They had me try on cute little black dresses or floral sun dresses and model them for their pleasure. In Macy’s they had me try on night gowns and then got a little carried away with two baby doll numbers. Next stop was Victoria Secrets. I had a feeling this was going to happen. While Patty was showing me the new line of spandex thongs I saw Laurel talking to the sales girl who was staring at me and covering a giggle with her hand. The sales girl then scampered off. We then went to the sleepwear section and they found a bright red night gown with a matching robe and told me to try it on.
When I came out of the dressing room not only were my four tormentors present in the changing room but there were four salesgirls all giggling at me. The one sales girl whispered to Laurel and they both shook their heads in agreement and off the salesgirl went. Cynthia slipped behind me and removed my clothes from the dressing room and left me in the red ensemble. The sales girl reappeared with a spaghetti strap white silk camisole and matching tap pants with tulip leg openings dangling from her finger tips. I returned to the dressing room and tried on the new outfit over my spandex thong. One of the other sales girls returned the red outfit to the floor. Without my bra and falsies my chest was flat. They all had to know that I wasn’t a woman. Lauren asked me to give her my camisole. I slowly took off the top and handed it to Laurel with one arm across my bare chest. Cynthia then asked for the tap pants. I hesitated and Laurel cleared her throat and told me to do what Cynthia asked. I eased the pants down my legs and stood there in the little thong. Lynn told me to slowly turn around so that everyone could see. One of the salesgirls was taking pictures on her IPhone. Patty handed my clothes back to me and told me to get dressed.
Another week passed and sure enough the girls arrived. I had showered and shaved as previously instructed and awaited to hear what bizarre plans they had in mind this week. They dressed me in a long sleeve, scoop neck black dress with a skater skirt that barely covered my ass. I was wearing lace panties and matching bra with black sheer thigh highs and four inch spike heels. My hair was now long enough to style in a cute famine style. They told me they were invited to a fashion show and off we went. We pulled up to a large house on the outskirts of town and a parking attendant parked our car as we entered the home. There must have been about forty people there. We were each given a glass of champagne and we walked around the ballroom. I realized that everyone there was a woman. They were all ages from late teens to as old as sixty something. The hostess came over to us and asked who would be modeling tonight. All four women pointed to me and said that I had volunteered. The hostess then gave Laurel instructions and where I should go to change indicating that the show would begin in about an hour.
I protested but Laurel told me to relax and enjoy myself, insisting that it would be lots of fun. She explained that she would go with me and help me change into the outfits. I consumed three more champagnes and was a little light headed and a lot more relaxed. I told myself that it was all women so there was nothing to worry about.
Laurel escorted me to the dressing area and told me to strip so she could put on the first outfit. It was a skin tight full length evening gown covered in sequence with a lace bodice. I followed another woman out of the dressing room and out onto a raised platform extending into the ballroom. I pranced down the runway and returned to the dressing room. I took off the evening gown and Laurel handed me a cocktail dress. It was bright red with spaghetti straps and flared chiffon skirt mid-thigh length. Again I pranced down the runway and posed at the farthest end and returned. I stripped out of the cocktail dress and Laurel told me to take off my thigh highs, panties and bra. I said that I’d be flat chested if I did that. She told me not to worry. She handed me a cute pale blue baby doll nightie with a padded bra and a matching tiny lace panty. I sighed but went out and down the runway, posed at the bottom and returned. Laurel told me to take everything off and handed me a swim suit.  It was a thong bottom and a tiny top. I protested and she handed me a lace cover-up to wear over the ensemble. The thong bottom was made of stretchy material so I was able to get my junk carefully hidden. The lace cover-up hid the lack of breasts and modestly covered my ass cheeks as I walked down the runway and posed at the bottom and returned. Laurel then told me to strip and handed me a sheer white sleeveless tunic. She slipped it over my head and it came to just two inches below my ass. I asked for my lace panties and she told me not to put them on. I asked what about the lack of boobs. She told me not to worry because this was the last presentation and the light had been turned way down. Stood up and she guided me out to the runway. The lights had been turned down and the emcee was talking to the crowd. I noticed that the other women who had been modeling were not lined up to go. It was just me standing there next to Laurel. The emcee told the audience that one of the models tonight wearing the long black gown, the red cocktail dress, the pale blue baby doll nightie and the thong swimsuit was now going to surprise us all with the next number. Laurel gave me a slight shove and I was propelled onto the runway. I walked carefully down the runway so as not to allow the thin sheer tunic to flare up or blow out. I reached the end of the runway and a spot light came on and completely shown through my tunic giving a clear silhouette of my entire body. Two attractive women joined me on either side and took my hands and raised my arms up. Another spot light came on behind me and the one in front went off. If it wasn’t clear before it was now evident that there was a huge penis hanging between my legs. Both women smiled at me and grabbed the tunic at the shoulders and yanked it up and off leaving me standing there stark naked. The audience roared and clapped. The two women had my hands again and raised them over my head so that I could not cover my genitals. There was more applause. The house light came on and everyone stood in ovation to my nakedness.
Just when I thought that nothing else could possibly happen worse than this, I was shocked as Laurel and her three friends come onto the runway carrying a box which they sat at my feet. The house lights went out. Quickly they put Velcro cuffs on my wrists and ankles while Laurel fitted the three metal rings onto my penis and tied the harness around my scrotum, Lynn attached the ankle cuffs to either side of a two foot bar and Cynthia hooked the wrist cuffs together behind my back. Patty knelt down in front of me and began sucking my penis to a raging hard on.  The girls got around behind me and forced me over and inserted Laurel’s little toy up my ass. The spot light then shown down on me standing there, tied up and sporting a blood engorged hard on. The audience erupted in applause as well as some laughter. I was totally embarrassed and my hard on began to shrink. Laurel turned on her little toy and the vibration against my prostate restored the erection. She didn’t turn it off after she had me hard again. She kept giving little pulses every few seconds. The vibrations were causing me to uncontrollably jerk forward. It appeared that I was humping the air much to the amusement of the crowd. I just wanted to cum. I needed to release so bad. Cynthia came around in front of me and told me to kneel down. Awkwardly I managed to get to my knees. She then stepped closer and raised her skirt over my head and let it fall behind me, enveloping me inside her skirt. She put a leg over my shoulder and pushed her pussy against my lips. She slid her hand around the back of my neck and forced my mouth into her pussy. Lick me she ordered in a loud voice that was heard by everyone in the room. I obeyed. She squirmed around a little so that I was touching her where she wanted. She began with soft moans which kept building. The audience began to clap encouraging her on. About four minutes went by with her groans increasing. Finally she began to squeal and then shriek. Then with total abandon she came and came and came. She lifted her skirt from my head and stepped away to show my cum soaked face shining in the spot light. The crowd erupted again in applause and shouts of encore.
Laurel whipped my face clean and the emcee asked the audience if there was anyone who would like to take advantage of the situation. There was a lot of commotion and talk. The emcee added that the person would be required to do so completely naked for the pleasure of the audience. Now there was much less enthusiasm. One woman in the back raised her hand and said that she would do it. The emcee told her to come forward. I was pleased to see that she was young, maybe twenty. She was also very attractive. She walked up on stage and the emcee asked if she was sure she wanted to do this. The girl nodded yes and walked over to me and began to slowly strip. Laurel began with the pulses again as I watched the girl strip. When she was completely naked she reached down and grabbed my penis and gently stroked it a few times. She then put a leg over my shoulder and nestled her sweet pussy against my lips. I slipped my tongue into her and slid it up and down her opening careful not to hit her clitoris. She began to fuck my tongue. She was humping my face. She rose up slightly and then down catching my nose in her vagina. She slid down until it was against her clitoris and then began a side to side motion stimulating herself using my nose while I inserted my tongue as far as I could into her. Within another minute she was on her way gripping the back of my head guiding and fucking my face. Then she let loose and came like a banshee, pumping copious amount of thick warm cum into my mouth and down my chin and down her thighs. When she gave her last slow sigh, she pushed me backward. I fell onto my ankles with my hands still clasped behind my back causing my abdomen to be extended up into the air and my rock hard penis jerking about. She walked forward and ensconced herself onto my penis. She rose and fell in a slow rhythm. The audience began to clap to the beat of her thrusts. The audience then began clapping faster and the girl kept up with the clapping. Cynthia went around in front of me and untied the scrotum sash and both the girl and I came together. Laurel helped me to a standing position. Lynn unfastened the wrist and ankle cuffs and Patty slid the three metal rings off my penis. The girl took one of my hands and we took a theatrical bow to the audience.
I was exhausted by the time we all returned home and I fell into bed and was asleep in five minutes or maybe less.
A couple of weeks went by and my life returned to somewhat normal. I even stopped dreading Friday evenings with the inevitable doorbell ringing. But that was not to be the case at four thirty they arrived bursting into the room all giggles. “What have you deviants got in store for me tonight?” “Just wait and see. I’m sure you will enjoy yourself, I know we will.”
I took the usual prerequisite shower and shaved everywhere and returned to the Livingroom wearing only the bath towel. Laurel said that they had arrived early because they had to do a really good job getting me ready. Two of them began working on my nails while Cynthia shaved my neck and began curling my now longer hair. My nails had grown too and required some filing before the polish.  Lynn went over my back with a razor to ensure I was hairless. First they had me squirm into the tiniest thong made of flesh colored spandex. Once I was able to get everything in, it held my cock and balls firmly in place. They then worked on my make-up. They took their time and concentrated on every detail.  Next, they told me to put on a fuchsia panty covered with tiers of lace. Cynthia taped my man boobs up to create an illusion of cleavage and Lynn put a padded white lace bra on me. Laurel had me sit on the ottoman and put on black sheer thigh-highs and Cynthia put an old fashion fuchsia garter belt around my waist and attached it to the thigh-highs they then pulled up my legs a stiff, short petticoat of crinoline. Laurel returned to the room with a box and opened it. It was a French maid’s outfit. They put it on me and zipped it in place. They straightened the skirt over the petticoat and stood back to examine their work. The skirt stood out away from my body revealing everything underneath. Cynthia then took out the curlers and brush out my hair. She styled it very nicely and sprayed on something to hold the curls in place. Lynn inserted a lace hair comb on top of my head. Laurel had me sit on the ottoman again and Lynn fitted four inch heels onto my feet with ankle straps. They helped me to my feet and told me to walk around and get used to the heels.
I was feeling quite foolish in this get up but it was sort of like Halloween dressed in costume.  Patty came in from the kitchen carrying a round tray with different types of glassware on it. She handed it to me and told me to balance it with one hand and hand each of the glasses to each of them with the other hand. I did as requested and she returned to the kitchen. When she returned, the glasses were filled with water and there were two beer bottles and a coke bottle on the tray as well. The tray was considerable heavier now. She told me to bend my knees when serving instead of leaning over and to keep my eye on the liquid in the glasses in order to keep the tray level. I successfully delivered all the drinks without spilling any. The women applauded my success.
They all put their drinks back on the tray and told me to go around the room again and serve the drinks to them again. I began to do as requested but as I started to give Lynn her drink she slid her hand up my thigh and caressed my ass. I nearly dumped the tray on her. I moved on to Cynthia who proceeded to lift my dress and stare at my panties while I tried earnestly to deliver her drink.  Patty spread her legs apart and as I approached, she pulled me between her legs and reached up and stroked my crotch. I gave her drink to her and moved onto Laurel. Laurel reached up and pulled the waist band of the fuchsia panties down and licked at my thong. I handed her the drink and backed away from the group wondering what the hell had just happened. Laurel chirped, “You’re ready. Let’s go!”
We pulled around to the back of a very large mansion and entered the kitchen area. I had not even noticed that the women had all changed into very formal gowns. Shortly what seemed to be the host of the party came into the kitchen and I was introduced as Jean. She looked me over and nodded agreement to Laurel. Patty stayed with me while the others went into the interior of the home. I asked Patty what was going on but she would not tell me anything. We walked over to one side of the kitchen where a bartender was preparing drinks. I was introduced and he nodded. Patty handed me a tray and a pad and pencil and instructed me to go into the outer room and take drink orders. She told me to only take as many as I could remember because I would have to deliver them to the right people when I returned. When I walked out into the outer room I immediately flushed. It was a mixed crowd. There were men here. “Shit” I didn’t want to show myself dressed like this in front of men. I walked up to a group of six people and stood a foot from them with pencil in hand. I really didn’t have to say anything. One of the men told me that his date wanted champagne, and he wanted a scotch on the rocks. The next gentle man said his woman wanted a Cosmo and he needed a beer and the last gentleman told me to bring a Manhattan and a Godfather. I wrote it down and left for the kitchen. The bar tender promptly filled the order and I returned with the drinks. I repeated this scenario multiple times throughout the next hour. Many of the guests had found longing chairs and couches and most were now sitting casually awaiting the call to dinner.
Cocktail hour went fine. I was so busy I didn’t even think about being dressed in the revealing outfit in front of a mixed crowd. No one made unwanted advances and I successfully delivered drink orders to the correct people. It was now dinner time and there were several waiters and waitresses but none were dressed like me. As I set the salad at each place there were more than one grouping hand sliding up my thighs. None were successful in stroking my thong covered penis, thank goodness. The entrée was served and cleared and it was time for desert and after dinner drinks. As I served the cordials the groping got a lot bolder. Some men actually pinched my ass while others ran their fingers along my crack. My hands were always full of dishes, glasses or trays preventing me from blocking their advances. I could not verbally object without giving myself away.  All I could do was back away from their searching hands.
The guests moved into the living room and another round of drink requests began. As I was getting my first order filled by the bartender Laurel asked me to step into the rest room adjacent to the kitchen. She instructed me to remove the fuchsia panties leaving me in only the flesh colored thong and the stiff petticoat under the maid’s outfit. I resumed filling drink orders. No longer was I flashing glimpse of the bright pink undies. It appeared that I was completely naked under my dress. This display must have seemed like an open invitation for the men to feel me up. At every opportunity men would pinch, stroke, pet and palpitate my flesh. The women even noticed the loss of my pink panties and the attention the men were paying to my behind. One woman chose to see for herself what the fascination was about, and slide her hand over my bare ass cheeks.
Once the last guest left the host came to the kitchen to thank all the servers and then walked over to me and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I especially like the way you entertained my guests. It was delightful the way you pranced around giving each of them an opportunity to be naughty. I’ll have to hire you the next time I throw a party.” Laurel stepped up and acknowledged the compliment for me and we finished our work and left for home.