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One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10

By: Pippa



Pippa's Story. (Part One.)               
One Fateful Evening…

It all began as a bit of a joke really. 

We'd all been out clubbing in some really raunchy night-spots and were still high on both the atmosphere and the two Love-doves that we'd swallowed a few hours before. 

As the night wore on and, as morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful head, the group began to dwindle, until only three of us were left. 

The three that were left were my husband Phil, my best mate Lisa and, of course, me. 

My name is Helen, and what follows is a story that we three will never forget.

Lisa lived far away so, we invited her to stay at our place. She readily agreed, but pointed out that none of us could sleep yet, even though it was already nearly 9 AM!

"Why don't we play some cards?" Lisa suggested, a twinkle appearing in her eyes.

We agreed and, we were soon lying around the living room floor. The sounds of the Trance music in the background sounded sexy and rhythmic. 

I knew Lisa well and, I was wondering what she had planned!

"Do you feel lucky tonight?" Lisa joked. "Why don't we make it interesting? You're not shy people are you? Neither am I so, let's play for our clothing!"

My husband Phil and I like a challenge and, we still felt horny from the dove. 

We nodded to each other and Phil said:

"Okay."

He added slyly:

"But, let's make it really interesting. Unless you're scared of a bit of a real gamble!" 

"Whoever loses must agree to do a forfeit, of the other two's choice. No backing out and, anything goes."

Lisa didn't bat an eyelid. She just smiled and nodded her assent. Phil looked at me. I was a little nervous but nodded too.

Phil really thought it was going his way to begin with. He'd not lost a hand and, both Lisa and I were in our undies already.

"I'm going to really enjoy being your Master when you lose." Phil said to Lisa cockily, obviously feeling very sure of himself.

"You have to win first." Replied Lisa, looking equally confident.

As she said it, Phil's luck seemed to turn. He lost continuously, until he was only wearing his boxer shorts. 

The next two hands saw Lisa and I both topless, and now it really was 'Game-on'. The last hand was nerve wracking, but to his amazement, Phil lost!

"Off, off, off…" She chanted.

I found myself joining in, egging him to lose them. 

"Okay, Okay, here they come!"

Smiling, Phil dropped his shorts to the floor. He was semi-
erect and, obviously thinking he had it made, either way.

"Go and get us some more drinks." Ordered Lisa. "And don't come back for 10 minutes. Helen and I need to discuss your forfeit!"

Phil left for the kitchen, closing the door behind him. 

"Helen, what I am about to suggest may sound a little strange to you but hear me out I think I know a way to put a little dent in all that ego."

Lisa smiled knowingly.

"Have you ever wanted to be served on, hand and foot? By a French-maid, complete with tarty little uniform, sexy undies, the lot?"

I was a little taken aback but I did find the idea amusing. 

"You want to make Phil into a French-maid?"

I giggled. I could almost picture his face when we told him what he had to do! 

"Let's do it!" I cried.

That was the fateful moment that I discovered a new me and …a new Phil!

"Okay Phil, bring us our drinks!" I shouted to the kitchen. "We have a little surprise for you."

He swaggered into the room, a drink in each hand and, his prick sticking right out in front of him, as hard as rock.

"So, which one of you wants me first?" Sure, he knew what was to come.

"Neither just yet, we have to prepare you for your role." I told him firmly.

Lisa helped me get him into the bathroom where, I tied his hands to the rails, leaving him helpless. Next, I got out my Immac depilatory crème and, covered his entire body, right up to his neck in it. 

We left him alone like that for 20 minutes and, went out for our drinks. When we returned, I let him loose and made him shower it off. As the crème washed away, so did his hair, leaving him smooth as a baby's bottom!

Phil was less sure now and, complained a little, as I tied him up again, this time strapping his arms and legs to the chair by the mirror. I shaved his facial hair and then decided to pluck his eyebrows, thin and shapely.

Next, a thick layer of foundation was applied to his face and neck; the canvas was ready. I handed control over to Lisa, who immediately started his make-up. Some mousse helped us change his longish hair into a more feminine looking style. 

Things were getting interesting!

A few years before all this took place, I'd been a much fuller figured woman and, I was now really pleased that I'd kept some of my clothes in the back of one of the cupboards.

I sorted out what I had, whilst Lisa finished the revamp and paint job on Phil. She was obviously taking the whole thing quite seriously. 

First of all she covered his face in a light foundation, making sure to have covered Phil's facial hair areas quite liberally; next she put on some kohl eyeliner and a heavy dose of 'lash-lengthening' mascara. She applied a really eye-catching effect on his lids; narrowing his eyes slightly, and making their appearance stunning. 

She stood back to take in the effect and, followed up by applying blusher to his cheekbones. 

Now for his lips, she thought carefully. She outlined his mouth, making it pout sexily and, filling it in with two different types of red and some 'high-gloss' over the top. 

The finished product was quite amazing, my husband really looked like a sexy woman!

I found my old waist-reducing corset; hold up stockings with a Cuban heel, panties and a sports bra. 

"Just what I was looking for." I whispered to myself, gloating at Phil's unexpected turn of events.

Now for the top layer, I thought to myself. 

Digging deep, I found some of the sexy outfits that I'd bought to entertain Phil in those days.

"Yes!" I cried. "I knew it was still here somewhere."

I'd found the 'Anne Summers' French Maid outfit that I'd bought some 5 years before. 

"This'll top it off perfectly!"

When I returned, I was shocked at how well the transformation had gone. Lisa had completed the effect by varnishing Phil's nails - Hand and foot!

"Your forfeit will be as follows: You will dress as a French-Maid following which, you will serve the two of us, however we deign to be correct. You will obey our every whim, to the letter. If you should fail to please us in any way, you will be disciplined. Whatever punishment you are to be given shall be agreed by us both. Do you understand?"

Phil looked shell-shocked and though still bound to the chair, began to protest. Lisa slapped his face hard, leaving her palm-print on his cheek.

"Do you understand?" She repeated for me.

"Yes, okay. Whatever you say," replied my husband, the beginnings of humility in his voice.

We untied him and made him put on the sexy silk hold-up stockings that we'd selected. We told him to make sure the line was straight up the middle of each leg. 

Phil found this a challenge, having to bend and turn around at the same time. 

We each inspected one leg, pulling the Cuban heel into place.

"Very good for a first time," said Lisa aloud.

"Now Helen, shall we help him… I mean 'her' into the corset you found?"

I found myself pulling the straps in tightly, pulling in Phil's waist by a good 12". 

The effect was stunning, pushing his flab up over the top of the corset into the little half-cups at the front. 

It made him look like he had real tits, small but pert with his nipples erect from all the extra blood flow.  

It made it difficult for him/her to bend so; I slipped a pair of black lacy tanga style panties over his rather excited manhood.

"We can't have you sticking out like this," I exclaimed, "open your legs a minute, while I stick this under your balls, and fix your panties to hold it in place." 

Immediately Phil responded to my orders and, I tucked his dick between his legs, quickly pulling the panties into place. 

Lisa was already standing beside our luckless slave 'girl' and ordered her into the sexy little French-maid's outfit that I had once worn for him, hoping to add some spice to our sex lives.

"We can't call her Phil anymore, how about Pippa?" Lisa asked me.

"That sounds domesticated enough for me." I replied, laughing. "Pippa, put on the apron and that silly hat that you like so much!" 

The transformation was completed with some strap on sandals that just about fit Pippa's feet. 

A 4" heel shaped her legs nicely, though it took a while for our 'servant' to get used to walking in them. 

We marched 'her' over to the mirror and, you could have seen the shock on her face as the reflection showed a sexy young woman with an almost hourglass figure and pert little breasts.

"This can't be happening" Cried Pippa. "I really look like a woman. What will I do about work on Monday? My eyebrows, my hair. Good God, even my toenails!"

Lisa slapped her bum hard, a sharp crack sounding as she did. 

"Ouch!" Cried out Pippa, as she struggled to keep balance on those heels.

"You will only speak if you are spoken to, do you understand that Pippa?" Ordered Lisa dominantly.

"Yes, and you will obey our commands without hesitation, or face the consequences!" I barked at him loudly, only inches from his face.

"Yes, yes, anything you say." 

I slapped his face, hard on his left cheek, marking my palm print there and leaving it burning.

"Yes Mistress. You will address us both in that manner unless and until we say otherwise." I continued, almost at a yell. 

"Do you understand? And stand up straight, chest out in front of you. Be proud of your new titties. Oh, and make your hips sway when you walk!"

Phil started to protest but wearing the corset made moving quickly impossible and soon he/she was bent over Lisa's lap. I went and fetched my leather belt and, with no mercy, I strapped 'Pippa's' Bum until she was crying like a baby.

"Stop, please, stop!" Pippa cried.

"I'll do as you say. Please just stop hurting me! Please, I beg of you…" She continued, sobbing.

"Very well, but you must realise that this was your own doing! You WILL obey us to the letter. Do you understand?" I replied sternly.

"Yes Mistress, as you wish, so shall it be done." She replied meekly.

I couldn't believe it; in just a few short hours, we'd broken Phil and, created Pippa. 

I was stunned and yet, very excited and getting more aroused every minute. 

A feeling of power began to surge through me and, I liked it!

Lisa saw the state I was getting into and came over to hug me. Pippa was told to top up our drinks. 

While she was in the kitchen, Lisa began to rub my nipples gently through my bra. It felt like a million volts and I responded by kissing her full on the lips. 

"Let's make it uncomfortable for our new home-help, shall we?" Lisa whispered in my ear. 

"Pippa, stand very still right in the middle of the room and, watch as I bring your wife off on my face!" 

Lisa went and opened all the curtains and the windows, leaving Pippa clearly visible from the road, should anyone look in as they passed. Then she turned her attentions to me, stripping me naked and laying me on the couch, which hid us from the windows.

She was an expert with her tongue and, soon had me writhing in ecstasy. I was moaning loudly, which would attract stares from the street. 

Pippa looked nervous and fidgety but remained rooted to the spot, transfixed by what was happening to me. 

At that moment, a parcel delivery van pulled up and the driver smiled as he saw Pippa standing there. He came to the door and rang the bell.

"Answer that Pippa!" I moaned, Lisa's tongue still deep inside my pussy.

"I can't go like this," Pippa exclaimed in fear, "He'll know I'm a man in drag!"

Lisa jumped up and smacked the other cheek, reddening it visibly. 

"Go." Was all she said, brooking no argument…

Not wanting a repetition of her punishment, Pippa obeyed and went to answer the door. The courier looked surprised at the sight that greeted him and, smiled at Pippa in a knowing way.

"Parcel for Helen," was all the guy said.

"Invite the gentleman in." Lisa shouted from the lounge.

"Helen will have to sign and, I have some other questions for him!"

Pippa blushed as she showed him in.

"The courier Ma'am."

This was all she said, as they entered the room. 

He was a fine specimen of the adult male specimen, about 20 years old and a well toned muscular body. Lisa and I both smiled at him. 

I signed for the parcel then said… 

"What do you think of our maid, Pippa?"

He grinned broadly and said that he thought she was very sexy.

"Good," I replied, "She is very subservient, you know? How would you like it if I instructed her to do something for you? …As a tip, you understand?"

He was a little nervous, but agreed readily.

"Pippa, get on your knees in front of the young man. Do it now!" 

I was surprised that Pippa didn't object, immediately obeying my orders. 

"Undo his fly and get his lovely manhood out. You are to suck it until he comes in your mouth and, then you must swallow it all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss!" She replied, already holding his growing dick in his hands.  

Pippa had tears in her eyes as she began to lick the young stud's rapidly hardening pole. 

I watched fascinated as she began to swallow his now rampant member; her head bobbing up and down, like a piston head.

Lisa and I began kissing, deeply turned on by the turn of events, our hands roaming freely over each other's bodies.

The lad looked as if he was nearing his limit as he grabbed Pippa's head in both hands and, started pumping his rod deep into her throat.

Nearly gagging, Pippa redoubled her efforts as he gushed wads of cum into her mouth.

She tried valiantly to drink it all down but, try as she might trickles of it gushed out over her lips and onto her stockings below. 

As soon as he'd finished, the lad got nervous and muttering something about his job, he quickly dressed and flew out of the house.

"You didn't drink it all Pippa! Look at those stains on your legs. You know that we have to punish you now, don't you?" I said coldly. 

Lisa looked at me and winked wickedly.

"Tidy yourself up Pippa. We're going to drive to a friend's house near here. They're a nice couple, they enjoy little surprises and, they're swingers, very open-minded people. This'll tickle them pink!" 

She looked at me for approval and, I just got carried away with it all. Pippa was horrified and started to protest when; Lisa grabbed her and put her over her lap in one swift motion. 

"Spank her Helen and, make sure she remembers it. Do it hard and fast."

I complied without thinking, slapping her arse with all my might. I gave her twelve before stopping and, by then, she was crying openly.

"Make sure you redo your make-up Pippa. I want you looking your best for my friends. I'm going to lend you to them for a couple of hours, while your lovely wife and I make love to each other and watch what happens." 

Lisa slapped my bottom playfully and kissed my full on the lips. I smiled broadly as Pippa tottered off to redo her make-up and tidy her clothing. Lisa and I dressed in only our short dresses, leaving off all of underwear but, keeping the heels and called a cab to come and pick us up.

We made Pippa sit next to the driver and, as we drove away, we began stroking each other openly. The driver kept staring at Pippa's legs and her exposed stocking tops.  

We decided to play a little, and so, I made a little comment:

"Driver, if Lisa and I put on a little show for you and, Pippa sucks you lovingly, do we get the fare for free?" 

"You betcha girls! Just let me pull over for a while, eh?" He said excitedly.

Lisa and I pulled off our dresses and went at each other like hammer and tongs, licking each other all over and, kissing each other's sensitive bits. 

Pippa was obviously nervous of being asked to strip too so; her head went straight to the drivers lap for the second blowjob in less than an hour!

I felt a real bitch, using him like this but I was also beginning to enjoy the feeling of power that we both had over him like this. 

I didn't doubt for a second that he'd comply fully with whatever we said, you see it was a matter of honour with him and, he always paid up, without fail. Not to do so would be too much for him to bear, his honour was sacrosanct to him, which meant that tonight I could push it as far as I liked! 

The driver leant over his seat to watch, while holding the back of Pippa's head, as he rhythmically pumped his huge dick into her mouth. 

Lisa and I spun around as we 69'ed each others sopping pussy lips, stopping occasionally to nibble each other's throbbing little love buds. 

We couldn't see Pippa's head anymore as our faces were full of each other's sticky gashes but, we could hear the slurping and slopping of her working away at his cock and, the occasional gagging sound as the driver rammed it home into her throat. 

Before either of us could cum, the driver let out a hungry moan, and he jerked his lower body, pumping his seed deep into Pippa's now semi-willing mouth. 

Try as she might, she still couldn't swallow it in its entirety. She was letting little trickles fall out of the side of her mouth, slipping over her glossy red lips; finally dripping off her chin and onto the apron of her maid's outfit. It left little tell-tale marks there and, made it obvious what she'd been up to.

"Thanks girls," the driver said, obviously chuffed with what had happened.

"It's only another couple of minutes till we get to your destination now so, you better get yourselves together." 

He laughed quietly to himself as he drove us away, watching as we scrambled back into our clothes.

As we pulled up in front of Lisa's friend's house, he leant over and kissed Pippa full on the mouth, slapping her thigh as she rushed to get out of the cab. 

"I finish at 10 PM tonight, my call sign is 64, ask for me if you like and we'll do the same on the way back!" 

He grinned as he pulled away and gave us all a little wave. 

It was time to go to stage 2 of this lovely situation that we'd unknowingly pulled off over 'Phil/Pippa'.

"Now Pippa, you must be on your best behaviour for us while we are here. I don't want you to do anything to embarrass us while we're visiting Lisa's friends. If you do, we will have no option but to embarrass you too so, beware that if you don't do exactly as you are told, you will be made to walk home!" I said gleaming. 

My now feminised husband looked shocked at what I'd just told him. 

The only way home from here took him straight through the centre of town and, the only way around it would take him through the roughest estate in the county!

"Yes Mistress, I will obey your every command… I am your servant Miss, I am your slave." 

Pippa looked abashed by what had just come out of her mouth, almost unbelieving of how things had turned out and, of how cruel I was being.

"Not only will you obey Lisa and I Pippa, but you will do exactly as you are told by anyone within the walls of this building. Do you understand that?" 

I winked at Lisa who nodded back at me, pleased that I was getting so involved in the whole scenario. 

Looking straight into my eyes, she remarked: 

"Helen, I've seen a different you today, one that I like very much and one that I'd like to see more often. Do you think that we might do this again from time to time?" 

Pippa's face looked ashen. 

"I must admit that this has really excited me, turning the tables on Phil's arrogant male ego and, having total control over him/her is something that I'm loath to give up easily. We'll talk later, after we get home. Let's see how Pippa gets on with your friends, okay?" 


One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10



We hugged lovingly, brushing our lips together sensually and ordered Pippa to straighten her dress and her stockings before making her ring the doorbell.

Jackie and Jerry were a really lovely couple. They were very good looking.

She was quite small, but was perfectly proportioned and stunningly beautiful, whilst he was very well built and athletic. 

Lisa had told me a little about them.

As far as most people knew, they were both upstanding and respectable members of the community. 

She was a professional singer with the voice of an angel, while he was a broker by day and, a professional drummer by night often working with his wife. 

What only a select few knew about them was that, when it came to their sex lives, they had a penchant for the unusual and the unexpected…

Pippa's Story. Part Two.                   
The Swinger's Pad.

"Well hello there." were the first words out of Jackie's mouth, as she opened the door to see Pippa standing there, a French maid in all her glory. 

Then she noticed Lisa and I standing behind her. 

"I should have known you'd be involved in this somehow Lisa. Come in and, let me call Jerry. He's still in bed, it is only 11:30 in the morning you know!"

She giggled aloud as she herded us into the living room. 

She shouted up the stairs, telling Jerry to pull on a robe and to come and see the surprise that Lisa had brought for them.  

Jackie was even hornier looking than Lisa had described, standing there in an aerobics outfit made of Lycra that hugged the contours of her sexy torso and perfectly formed legs. 

She was about 5'1" tall with a gymnast's body and perfectly proportioned 34B-21-34 figure. 

She had long jet-black hair and bright emerald green eyes. Her high cheekbones formed the basis of a truly beautiful face, with perfectly trimmed eyebrows and long dark lashes, a cute little slightly upturned nose and lips that were to die for, full and moist with a definite pout to them. 

She wore no underwear beneath the Lycra outfit and the outline of her shaven mons was clearly visible through her leggings, as were her pert hard little nipples poking through her top.

"Jackie meet Helen, a good friend of mine and… meet Pippa, her maidservant and slave. Pippa is Helen's husband, Phil but he gambled for some serious stakes with us, in the belief that he'd be able to have us both in his bed, submissive to his every whim… and he lost! His transformation and enslavement was his forfeit. I must admit though, Pippa has surprised me so far by holding up her end of the bargain to the letter. Apparently Phil has a bee in his bonnet about the honour of any 'gambling debt' he incurs."

She continued her description of Pippa… 

"He always pays up in full, no matter what and, he has agreed to become Pippa and to obey any order that we give him. Which reminds me, Helen has instructed him to obey any order given in this house, no matter who by!" 

Lisa grinned an evil grin at Jackie and winked naughtily at me.

"Yes, that's right," I agreed, "so, feel free to use her in any way you wish. By the way, allow me to say hello, Jackie. You look absolutely fantastic!" 

I leant over and gave her a friendly hug, brushing my erect nipples against hers in an openly sexual gesture.

"Why thank you Helen," said Jackie playfully, gently brushing her lips against mine, gently and tentatively stroking her tongue over them. 

She looked directly at Pippa and said:

"Okay Pippa, you may begin by washing my feet. They're tired after my morning exercise routine." 

Pippa started to run the tap at the kitchen sink but Jackie stopped her. 

"No Pippa, get on all fours and clean them with your tongue. Don't forget to clean between the toes too and, don't stop until Lisa, your wife and I have finished getting to know one another a little better." 

Pippa looked shocked but obeyed without objection, kneeling down and beginning to lick Jackie's feet all over. 

Just then, Jerry walked into the room; he didn't bat an eyelid at the scene before him. 

He greeted us all and walked over to Pippa's backside, raising her skirt and slip and spanking her bum with three hard slaps. 

"You'd better make sure you clean them properly." He said, "Or there'll be plenty more where that came from. Now will someone tell me what's going on here?"

Jackie and Lisa quickly explained the scenario while my eyes roamed over Jerry's hard lean body. 

He was about 5'10" tall, hard muscle from tip to toe and by the looks of the bulge that was forming in the front of his robe, he had a prick to match! 

He was a handsome man too with very dark hair and eyes to match. 

He complemented Jackie's looks really well making them a most enticing and sexy couple. 

I could hardly wait to see how this little episode panned out.

"Well that's a turn up for the books." Jerry commented, having had the whole thing put into perspective for him. 

"And so early in the day too. I do believe today is going to be an experience to remember. Pippa, you should know that I am a Dom. Master on a regular basis, I have a lot of experience in the role and I will brook no refusal to any order I give."

Continuing quietly, I heard her tell me.

"Jackie and I have a fully stocked and equipped 'Dungeon' area downstairs in the cellar and, if necessary I will take you there, for punishment. Is this clear?"

"Yes Sir, it is very clear," replied Pippa, very nervous now.

Jerry slapped her face very hard, leaving a big red handprint on her cheek and, making her sob.

"You will address me as Master from now on, or I will punish you. You will address all of the ladies as Mistress and, should any other person enter these premises, you will wait until I instruct you how they should be addressed. Is this clear, slave?" Jerry said sternly. 

"Yes Master, as you instruct so shall it be," replied Pippa as submissively as she could be. 

I was really enjoying having my husband in this predicament. 

I already had plans vaguely forming in my mind as to how I might make this situation more permanent in our lives.

"How do you fancy brunch?" asked Jerry. 

"Pippa can make it and serve it, then while we're eating she will be ordered to service each of us from under the table."

I grinned joyfully. 

"That sounds like fun, then after food, she can wash up, while the rest of us get better acquainted."

We all agreed and Pippa was told to stop licking Jackie's feet and get on with the preparations.

While she was preparing the food for us Lisa, Jackie, Jerry and I retired to the dungeon. 

This is where we decided how best to use Pippa to the advantage of all. 

Jackie and Jerry were fascinated by how we had managed to make Pippa so subservient. 

I admitted that even I was surprised by how malleable Phil had allowed himself to become in the guise of Pippa the maid. 

I explained carefully that Phil was extremely proud of never having reneged on a gambling debt. 

I explained that to him it would be as bad as him allowing harm to come to the family or, deliberately hitting a woman or child, a thing he would never do, under any circumstances.

Jackie and Jerry smiled broadly at that information. 

"So you really don't mind us doing whatever we feel like, with the little tramp then?" Nodding knowingly to each other. 

I thought carefully before answering but decided to play along fully.

"No, you have my permission to do anything you feel like to him/her, just as long as I can be there to see it and maybe take part. Is that a deal?"

"Absolutely, you'll enjoy every last bit of it with us, we promise," replied Jerry, with a nod from Jackie and a laugh from Lisa. 

And so the scene was set, little did I know what I'd just condemned my poor husband to! 

The dungeon area was home built but very well equipped, with lots of different bits that would restrict the 'user' in bonds of various kinds. 

There were other pieces of equipment that I was totally unfamiliar with too, but they all looked very interesting.

"I think we ought to start her off gently." Said Jackie, looking at Jerry and then smiling at Lisa and I.

"Let's go and eat. We'll see how good a servant she makes, then we'll take things from there." 

We all made our way upstairs and sat ourselves down at the kitchen table. 

"You will serve us with our food now Pippa, then you will retire to our bathroom and redo your make-up. You look a state and, we all like our playthings to look pretty, wanton and sexy." 

Pippa obeyed without so much as a mutter, things were going well, I thought. 

When she returned, she looked great, having tidied up her outfit and redone her make-up perfectly. We'd just about finished eating by then too and instructed Pippa to wash up and, then to follow us into the front lounge.

Jackie asked me if I thought we should 'Dress' for the occasion, unsure of what she meant I asked her to show me what she had in mind. 

She showed me upstairs to the main bedroom and opened a large closet in the corner of the room. 

Before my eyes were a selection of leather and PVC outfits, most of them were very revealing, yet equally sexy!

"I think that there are some items here that'll fit you." Jackie stated.

"Do you like the idea of dressing as a Mistress?" She asked.

"Will you help me find something? I've never tried anything on like this before and, I'd like to look really sexy and powerful." 

My head was reeling at the thought of being dressed in all this sexy fetish gear. 

"Will you ask Lisa to join us too, I'd like all 3 of us to make the impact, if you don't mind."

Plus the fact that I'd love to feel your sexy bodies through it, I thought to myself, imagining the scene.

The next thing I knew, the three of us were naked in the bedroom and, helping each other into various sexy bits of gear. 

The feel of Lisa and Jackie's hands over my body was almost too much to take and, I could feel my pussy juicing up rapidly.

Jackie was the one to bring me back to earth, by unexpectedly saying: 

"Helen. Lisa. I think were revved up enough by now and, we all look the part so, let's get started with our little toy downstairs. Jerry can get changed too that way, not having to keep an eye on the little vamp anymore."

And so it was, we tidied ourselves up a little. 

We headed for the lounge looking absolutely stunning in our leather fetish gear. 

All three of us were sopping wet and horny as hell!

We found Pippa in what was becoming an all too familiar position, kneeling in front of Jerry, with her glossy red lips firmly around his cock. 

"Is she naturally this talented or has the little slut been practising?" asked Jerry, the expression on his face showing how good the 'head' was that Pippa was attacking with gusto.

"We've introduced her to it a couple of times, so far. She seems to have a talent for it though it would seem." I replied, smiling broadly at the scene before me. 

Jerry continued controlling Pippa's head while all the time setting the pace and rhythm. As the pace increased and his breathing became more erratic, Jerry started ramming his throbbing missile deep into Pippa's throat. 

A deep moan escaped from his taught neck, as he pumped seemingly endless gushes of sticky fluid into her face. 

We all watched fascinated by how hard Pippa was trying to 
swallow every last drop of it.

She very nearly managed too, with only a few droplets escaping over her juicy red lips and, onto her top. Jerry released her head and looked down at her. 

"Well done Pippa, if you continue like this, you might even enjoy yourself!" He said, licking his lips as he did so.

"I'm off for a shower," he said to we three bitches on heat.

"Why don't you get her 'properly' dressed love? In the full kit I think." He said to Jackie as he left the room.

"What did he mean by that?" I asked casually. 

Jackie explained that her gear included a full M/F transformation kit, leaving the wearer as a completely submissive and very sexy looking TV slut. 

We decided to get Pippa to perform a little striptease for us; she did so awkwardly enhancing her humiliation. 

When she was fully naked, Jackie had Lisa help her tie Pippa hand and foot, over what looked like a leather massage table.

She nodded approvingly at how well we had done. She fetched some lubricating jelly and generously applied it to Pippa's arse, then she fetched a leather strap and as I realised what it was, she slipped a 4" butt plug all the way in there. She strapped a leather device over it and around her waist, securing it tightly in position. 

Next, she decided to stick silicon 'falsies' over her chest, making Pippa's breasts look almost real. 

The couch that she was secured to rose up vertically, allowing us to put a really tight leather corset on her, which narrowed her waist to a remarkable 22"! 

A harness was now attached to Pippa's penis, holding it up between her legs, making it look like a closed up pussy. A leather studded bra held her new tits in place, it was time to release her and finish the job. Fishnet stockings attached to the corset, and led to 6" calf length boots that we were making Pippa wear. 

The French maid outfit slid over the top, giving Pippa a strangely futuristic look. 

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing, as we tormented Pippa into learning to walk in those heels, with her plug inside her.

Pippa's Story. Part Three.
Dungeon Fun.

Jerry looked at the three girls fully equipped as the 'Dom.' Mistress' they intended to play and said:

"I think the time has come for us to take the lovely 'Pippa' downstairs, Ladies. Any objections?"  

The three sexy girls looked knowingly from one to the other, finally looking to Helen, my wife, for her blessing.

"Let's do it. I really think I'm going to enjoy this and, who knows? Phil, I mean Pippa might too!" 

I couldn't believe that I'd actually heard these words come out of Helen's mouth but secretly I was thrilled to know I would soon be totally helpless. 

I would be obedient to these people's every whim!

"Follow Mistress Jackie down the stairs, Pippa." Jerry ordered sternly.

"Be careful not to trip up either, remember your new heels." 

Gingerly and with my head bowed slightly, I began the journey that would forever change me and, the role I played in the bedroom with my wife Helen. 

Mistress Lisa followed close behind me, Master Jerry was next and closing up the rear was my lovely wife Helen. 

As we entered the dimly lit basement, I felt a surge of adrenaline pump through me, it was thrilling yet frightening all in one.

"Do you have any preferences, Ladies?" Jerry asked nonchalantly. 

"Please Jerry," replied Mistress Lisa…

"I'd like her over the 'spanking horse' first, if you don't mind." 

"Of course, a good starting place if I do say so myself." He replied.

In the middle of the floor was what looked like a shortened vaulting horse, the type of thing used by gymnasts.

Instead of the two handgrips, though there was a kind of saddle built into the middle of it. 

It was wide enough for a person's waist and, lower ribcage to be comfortably placed over it. Underneath it, there were leather harnesses fixed firmly to a metal floor-pan fairly close together at the front and quite widely spaced at the back. 

"Bend right over the centre of the spanking saddle and, stretch your arms out in front of you." Ordered Mistress Lisa, who had obviously used the apparatus before now. 

I complied immediately, a frisson moving down my spine.

"Helen, would you be so kind as to fasten his wrists in the cuffs? Jackie, do his ankles too, would you?" I heard Mistress Lisa instructing. 

Before I knew it, I was securely fastened and unable to move from my supine position. I was bent double and fastened, legs' akimbo, holding my bum cheeks taut apart.

"Have you any birch twigs, Jerry?" asked Mistress Lisa innocently?

"The sting is always preferable in a novice I find."

"We certainly do, Lisa," came a reply from Mistress Jackie. 

"I'll just fetch a couple. Would you like them long or short? Oh, and would you like them to be ones with lots of heads?" She asked knowingly.

"Long, I think I'd prefer and yes, the bushier the better. Young and springy, if you have any available." 

Though I couldn't see the expression on her face, I was sure that I could hear the anticipation in her voice. 

She was really looking forward to her reddening of my backside and thighs. 

Though I was now trembling a little with fright, my insides were tingling with expectation. 

I was going to be thrashed, and it was to be by a friend of my wife's,  whilst two strangers and she were going to watch and, it was all with her blessing! 

"I think I'll leave her underwear on to begin with," commented my tormentor.

"…Just so she knows what to expect."

"Would you gag her with that ball gag you showed me earlier?" I heard my wife ask Mistress Jackie. 

I was stunned as I felt the hard rubber ball go into my mouth and be strapped tightly behind my neck. 

"Thank-you," was all Mistress Helen said, as it was done. 

Within seconds, Mistress Jackie had handed two long birch twigs to Mistress Lisa and the scene was set to begin.

"You will now experience your first birching, Pippa." Explained Mistress Jackie. 

Mistress Lisa familiarised herself with the birch twig canes that she now had in her possession. 

Though impossible for me to see, it was evident that she was practising her swing, and the caning movements she was thinking of using, by the loud swishing noises through the air.  

Mistress Jackie continued to taunt me. 

"You can expect to learn the feel of this, and of several other instruments of punishment that we own, before we have finished your training, my girl. The slightest sign of disobedience or error will see you get a varied level of correction. So, it is your best interest to do as you're told promptly and to the letter! Remember that slave, it will serve you well to do so." 

With the ball gag still firmly in place, I was unable to respond, let alone plead for mercy.

Suddenly and with no warning, I felt my thighs explode with pain and heat as the first blow hit home. 

I felt tears come to my eyes and panic rise inside of me. 

Thhhwwwaaackkk! 

The air hissed as another hit its target.

"I think six will do to start with." I heard the voice of Master Jerry intoning. "We want her to be compliant, not unable to move."  

The three Dominants nodded their agreement as another blow landed, right in between my arse cheeks. 

I wriggled as much as I could but was held fast by my bindings. A gurgle escaped from my throat as I tried to scream as loudly as I could, fighting the rubber ball in my mouth. The fourth, fifth and sixth landed in quick succession. 

My back fighting to arch as my wrists and ankles held it back, keeping me poised. 

Then, suddenly and without a word, all four of them left the room, letting me stew and ponder what had just occurred. 

Some twenty minutes later I heard steps and my true Mistress, Helen, my wife released me from my bonds.

"You're doing well, Pippa," was all she said, as she began rubbing cool moist cream into my wheals. 

Just as I began to think that my ordeal might be over and that they'd had their fun with me, I felt the cold hard steel of a pair of handcuffs fasten themselves to my right wrist. 

Too shocked to struggle, I allowed her to cuff the other wrist to a second set.

Both cuffs were attached to steel chains and I realised that a pulley was raising me. 

Though I hadn't realised, Mistress Jackie had returned and was hoisting me up until my arms were straight above me and my feet were just high enough to make my heels leave the floor, leaving me ever so slightly on tip toe. 




One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10



"Now for a change of position we feel," uttered Master Jerry, as I felt the silky hands of two of the Dominatrix release the cock harness, adjusting it to make my semi hard member protrude from the front. 

"The ladies want to tease you a while so, I'm going to watch TV upstairs. Be good Pippa!" 

Still gagged and helplessly hung from the ceiling winch, I shuddered as I saw my wife approach my dick,  holding some stinging nettles in her gloved hands. 

My butt plug was removed and a larger one inserted in its place.

"My darling husband, I'm enjoying this so much that I think we'll stay the whole week-end. Be a good girl and you might even get to enjoy it!"

She laughed mercilessly, as her two companions giggled menacingly. 

I felt the nettles brush, ever so gently over my glands, almost tickling me. 

Then came the heat, the burning sting that those plants impart, swelling my cock to full hardness. 

"Don't worry Darling, they'll do you no permanent harm," lulled my Mistress wife soothingly, "but they will enhance every little thing that we girls are going to do with you… And to you!"

I could feel my aching cock growing as it stung, throbbing as it grew in girth. My strength to keep my masculinity was rapidly diminishing and, I began to allow myself to enjoy my degradation. I felt the butt-plug being removed and shivered with relief.

"Move the 'chair' into position would you Lisa," said Mistress Jackie, "it's time for the next stage to begin." 

I heard something heavy being dragged into position behind me then pushed into place under me, spreading my legs and lifting me off the floor. 

Looking down, I saw a large piece of furniture, somewhat similar to a chair or a stool but positioned in the middle of the seat there was a huge solid dildo, pointing straight up. 

To my horror and dismay, I then felt the backside of my harness being adjusted, giving free access to my bum hole. 

A pair of hands then held my cheeks apart as another liberally greased my anus with KY jelly, finishing by inserting a digit far into my hole. 

"Lower away, slowly so that I can position her properly to receive her present." I heard Mistress Jackie say. 

My body was lowered until I felt the cold hard tip of the dildo position itself at my rim.  

Gravity and my own body weight took over from there; as I felt the penis shaped object insert itself deep inside me, until I was sitting with it filling my insides.

"Are you beginning to get used to it yet, slave?" Mistress Lisa asked.

"I hope you are, as it's something that will be happening to you regularly, I feel. Your loving Mistress, Helen seems to be enjoying herself." 

Mistress Jackie promptly replied to Lisa's comment saying:

"Immensely, if I'm the judge of anything!"

All three Dominatrices now began to play with each other in front of me, kissing, touching and licking each other's bodies. 

Instinctively, my cock started pumping and jerking. My arms still firmly held above me by the chains though, I was completely unable to touch my throbbing member, having instead to become increasingly frustrated.

"Look girls, he's ready for us to play with!" I heard Mistress Jackie exclaiming in glee. 

"Pippa, you must not, under any circumstances cum until you are told, and is that clear?" She instructed me firmly. 

"We want to have some fun with you now and you must remain hard for the duration. If you fail in this, we will punish you severely!" 

For the next forty minutes, I was teased mercilessly as all three of my captors lavished my straining dick with a variety of strokes, caresses, licks and kisses. 

Finally, the torment and wonder overcame my ability to restrain myself and I pumped my sticky seed over the lips and face of Mistress Jackie. 

Bereft of all logic, I felt awe at the power of my orgasm and yet a loathing at my inability to comply with my instructions. 

Mistress Jackie slapped my face suddenly and viciously. 

It stung terribly and brought me out of my orgasmic pleasure at once.

"How dare you? Did we tell you it was time? You'll pay for this! Lick this cum off my face at once!" 

I had never tasted my own seed in this way and trembled as I fought to comply.

"Untie him girls. I have a suitably humiliating punishment for this pompous little slut!" She said, as I finished cleaning her face with my tongue. 

"Bring the studded dog collar and leash too and, let's get Jerry. I think it's time he rejoined us. I believe that this will hurt our Pippa more than any physical torment we might inflict on her!" 

She laughed raucously, as she finished her sentence and, as she looked at me, with a glint of glee, as she began to envisage my next stage of torment, terror and humiliation…

Pippa's Story. Part 4. 
The Biker's Bar. A public outing!

I was lead upstairs and ordered, in no uncertain terms, to get into the bathroom and freshen myself up.

"You'd better be sure that you look as feminine as you possibly can, Pippa. If you don't manage to pass as a real female slut, then this next task will surely be your undoing!" Remarked Master Jerry, as he rejoined our little group.

As rapidly as I could, I entered the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothing and showered, dried myself off and set about the task of becoming Pippa once again. 

The outfit that I had been given this time consisted entirely of leather and lace. My wife and Mistress Lisa insisted on tying me into the waist-reducing corset. It managed to bring my waist down to an incredible 24" and, as it had all the lace ties at the rear, once they'd bound me into it, there was no way it could be removed without their help. 

It had the added effect of pushing my body fat upwards, forming small but very realistic boobs that just filled the three-quarter cups. It had its own suspenders, which, I connected to the Cuban heeled silk stockings I was given. 

I very carefully made sure that the line was straight up the back of my legs. 

A leather cock harness hid my manhood between my legs and some lacy silk French knickers were put over it to hide the contraption. 

Thigh high boots with 5" heels were next, followed by a very short leather skirt. A sheer black halter covered my top and strong tarty make-up finished the effect. 

On with my wig! 

The transformation was complete. 

As soon as I'd finished my dressing and my making-up again, I stared into the mirror. 

My transformation was superb. 

Even I had difficulty believing it was a male standing there! 

Exiting the bathroom, I saw all four of my superiors waiting for me, Master Jerry let out a slow whistle and, my lovely wife complemented me on how well I had succeeded in my task.

"She looks just perfect," she said, "the perfect feminine slut!" 

Everybody else nodded knowingly as she stepped forward and put a collar around my neck, attaching a thin silver chain to a hook on the front of it. 

"Now for your surprise punishment." She said, "We're going out for a drink at the local pub." 

I couldn't believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up, and trying to scare me. 

They were succeeding too.

"You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don't for a moment think that we might hesitate to punish you, just because we're in a public place. We would and we will, should you falter in your obeisance. Should you outright refuse us anything, we may be forced to let slip a little something regarding your true gender!" 

The trap was complete; nothing could make me disobey them now. 

"Before we go, I think we need a little keepsake of how pretty you look." Mistress Lisa jibed, pulling out her camera.

She snapped off a couple of pictures of my female persona. 

"Don't forget the video camera, Jerry," slipped in Mistress Jackie, as she pulled open the front door.

"Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa." Said Master Jerry glibly. 

"The pub that we're going to is a Biker's Bar. I don't think that they'd be too impressed, if they found out that you have a dick, hidden between your legs. Let's go girls." 

He smirked at my patently obvious horror, as I was lead into the street. 

Blushing visibly through my make-up, I considered running away and ending this horror but remembering the photos soon put paid to that idea. 

I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me.

My mind was racing with fright as I though of the serious assault that would surely come my way, if and when I was discovered! 

I shuddered involuntarily at the scene in my mind!

"There it is." Master Jerry signalled, as he pointed to the next corner on the street.

"It looks like it's pretty busy too, if you stop to consider the amount of bikes that are in the car park."

The place was loud and rough looking, with a large car park, both at the front and the back. 

The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area. 

My mind raced as my wife turned to us all. 

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make absolutely sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it's all on videotape so that you can't forget it… even if you want to!" 

She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.

"We have to buy tickets at the door because there's a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don't you?" Mistress Jackie asked, nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Mistress Lisa replied immediately, grinning ear to ear. 

She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door. 

He looked me up and down; he almost slobbered as his eyes were taking in my style of dress. 

"Well, well, lookie here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I'll ask you what you can do for me?" 

He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse. 

"How many then?"

I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn't have to speak and, as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.

"Don't bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife. 

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the doormen. 

I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guys hand.

"Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa." 

I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. 

"Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you." Instructed Mistress Jackie.

"Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm." Added Master Jerry.

"In fact, we'll be looking for any opportunity, darling." My wife commented.

"To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa," finished Mistress Lisa, as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks. 

"You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave 'girl', aren't you dear?"

Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me closer and whispered in my ear. 

"I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I'll never forget it. You've made me so proud and so happy." 

This short sentence made me glow inside. 

I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things I was made to do made me feel. 

As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me and I felt my nipples become erect. 

It was dark, busy and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female. 

I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. 

Thankfully, Master Jerry had been to the bar and bought us all drinks. 

My neck felt the tug on my collar as we made our way to the front of the crowd right up next to the stage.

"Excellent!" I heard Master Jerry exclaim, "I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait here a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear."

I thought nothing more of it as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum or, to stroke my breasts. 

They made it very obvious each time they did, this of course had the added humiliation of attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. 

I was screwed!

Mistress Lisa spotted a coat hook screwed into the wall by the side of the stage and, after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there and my leach tied to the hook. 

"You will stay here until we fetch you, my love." Stated Mistress Helen. 

"You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We're only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa." 

At that, she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.

Less than a minute later, Mistress Jackie appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. 

As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, I heard her say something that made my Goose bumps rise, all over my skin. 

"This will make sure you don't have to speak, so that you don't give yourself away. I'm being kind to you Pippa, really I am."

With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.

It didn't take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. 

A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. 

It wasn't until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress' Lisa and Jackie came along to retrieve me.

I was handed over to Master Jerry and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. 

I couldn't have been more mistaken.

"It seems that you're attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I've had a word with my friends in the band and they've agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them." 

I couldn't believe my ears but sure enough, I was being lead backstage and up the stairs.

As the band finished their set, Master Jerry lead me through some curtains and on to the stage. 

He led me to a lighting rig, which had been situated centre stage and proceeded to handcuff my wrists.

My arms were raised above my head and the cuffs placed over a bar holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.

"Don't move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it'll probably mean a trip to the hospital!" 

With that, Master Jerry left, returning to the ladies and to his drink. 

To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. 

I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and catcalls. 

The band returned and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. 

Mistress Jackie came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Lisa in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Master Jerry's voice.

"I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." 

He grinned wickedly as Mistress Lisa lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said, "I'm feeling good and randy!"

I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Well done Pippa, you're becoming quite the expert. Now tidy yourself up. We've called that nice cab driver that brought us to Jackie and Jerry's earlier." 

I knew what that meant and shuddered as I prepared myself for another mouthful of jism.

Sure enough, the fare was paid in the same way, though this time Master Jerry caught it all on video.

This time though, I managed to swallow the lot, even licking the residue from the drivers throbbing pink head. 

We arrived back at the house and I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall and left to ponder  what was next.

Pippa's Story. Part 5.
Jackie and Jerry's once more!

I must have passed out from sheer exhaustion because, the next thing I knew was that, I was being roused with hard slaps to my face and arse. 

Surely, I thought, I must have more than fulfilled my promise and, I must have complied with the terms of losing my bet!

My captors however, seemed of a different mind. 

Before I knew it, I was sucking on Master Jerry's rampant cock. 

Its ardour and its urgency filled me with excitement as, instinctively and unwittingly, I felt my own manhood begin to respond, growing ever harder and more erect. 

"Look Girls, she seems to have learnt to like what we do to her!"

This I heard the voice of my wife calling out tantalisingly.

"She's become more of a slut than I could ever have hoped for." She continued blatantly. 

"Maybe you're right Jackie," she said, looking at the sexy figure of our female host.

"I really should consider keeping her like this for the foreseeable future." 

"I told you she'd be receptive to it, Helen. She's just the type!" Sneered Mistress Jackie's voice, menacingly.

"I'm more than happy to help you keep her this way!" I heard Mistress Lisa say. "And, I'm sure Jackie and Jerry would be more than happy for us to use their 'Dungeon' whenever we liked!"

"Of course you may, Ladies." Grunted Master Jerry, just as he loosed a huge load of his sticky semen into my mouth and down my throat. 

I lapped up every drop, even licking his tool clean with my tongue. 

"See that, she's getting to be quite the adept." Was his final comment as, he rose and left me alone with the women. 

Before I could utter a sound, I was gagged and blindfolded then, my arms were released and, I was ordered to stand.

I complied immediately and unthinkingly. My body was then led upstairs and into the bathroom. My instructions were clear, I was to strip, wash and shave and then, attire myself in the clothes that would be left for me.

"We have a little surprise for you, Pippa. When you're ready and presentable that is. You will call to us to fetch you once you are dressed and made up." 

My wife's voice contained an edge that I was unused to and, it brokered no argument and so, I complied with my orders as promptly as I could.

The submissiveness that I was exhibiting should have been totally alien to my known personality and yet, the truth of the matter was that I was genuinely enjoying my enforced subservience. In fact, a large part of me was actually looking forward to whatever these women had in store for me next. 

As I began to dress in the clothes that I'd been left, I felt myself getting aroused, excited that I was to be used by them again.

My new attire was completely different to that I had worn last night. It was very business like, making me look rather like a secretary would, at my office in town. I adjusted my make-up accordingly. 

Once I'd finished my ministrations, I examined myself in the full-length looking glass. I saw that I could easily have passed as one of the girls in the typing pool, in the executive offices of the large corporation that I worked for!

I grinned as I looked in the mirror and then, as per my previous instructions, I called out to my wife.

"I'm ready Mistress, dressed and made-up, just as you ordered."




One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10



I felt my voice quiver slightly as I heard them coming to fetch me.

I was led from the bathroom to the lounge where, I was instructed to stand in the corner, facing away from the door. 

I was instructed to wait like that, with my hands on my head, until my surprise arrived. 

My mind raced with anticipation as, I considered a variety of kinky and perverse situations. Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of what was to come.

The sound of the door opening made me shiver with anticipation and, my body raced as I felt a surge of adrenaline entering my system. My wife's voice echoed in my ears as, the next thing she told me made my heart pump ever faster.

"Pippa, there's someone here that I've invited to join us. You will obey her as if she were me. Any argument on your part will be dealt with harshly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Helen. I understand completely."  

I felt the sharp sting of a riding crop against my skirted rump as she barked out at me.

"It's Mistress Helen, remember that in future!" 

"Yes. Mistress Helen, I'm sorry… I will remember!"

"You will address our new addition as Mistress also. You have met before so, I won't bother with any introductions. You will remain as you are until she allows you to turn and see who she is. We will leave you alone with her for a while. I'm sure she'll want to get to know the new you so, be a good girl!"

With that, the door shut, leaving me to ponder as to my new tormentor's identity.

My brain was rapidly thinking of all of my wife's women friends. I was quite sure that it must be someone from her own social circle. 

Someone that I'd met briefly but, knew little of. 

Who could it possibly be? I wondered, agog with the possibilities.

I felt my skirt being pulled up, over my bottom and a hand roamed intimately there, feeling the contours of my cheeks. I was grabbed by my dick, feeling it swell at the sudden, unexpected attention.

"Turn around, slut!" Was the order that came next.

I froze as I heard the voice. It couldn't be, I thought. I turned slowly and, fear ran through my entire being. 

Standing there, inches from my feminised self was… Tracy!

Here stood my secretary/P.A. and the woman I worked with every day at the office! 

This was the woman, nay 'girl' that I bossed around unmercifully, each and every working hour of the day. 

As a boss, I had always been very demanding and, I had to admit, quite the 'little dictator'. 

It was widely known throughout the entire company that, the girls in my employ were lucky if they got past their first mistake. Most of them were fired, on the spot!

I blushed to the roots of my hair, feeling completely humiliated and, not a little frightened by this turn of events.

"Now we get to see how the shoe fits, when it's on the other foot!" She almost growled as she said it.

"I'm really looking forward to this."

She smiled, a wicked and worrying grin appearing on her lips.

"I think that I'd like to begin with a little 'humbling', my little plaything," she was obviously looking forward to turning the tables on me, as she continued, "so, lets have you strip to your underwear. Do it now! Remember to fold your clothes and put them in a nice tidy pile too."

"Yes, Mistress Tracy. As you wish."

Self-consciously, I removed my outer garments until I stood before her submissively; wearing just my dainty, lacy and feminine undergarments. 

Never had I felt so utterly helpless and embarrassed in all of my life.

Mistress Tracy took a small digital camera out of her handbag and, making me stand in various 'Lingerie Catalogue' style poses, she clicked away, recording for posterity my sexy looking persona.

She sat on one of the chairs, comfortably smoothing her skirt over her legs. She looked me up and down, appraising my transformation fully.

"Come here, girlie, over my knees you go. I'm going to give you a thorough spanking. It'll be just as if you were a naughty schoolgirl. I want you to count each slap that you receive and, you may thank me for each six that you count."

I was truly flabbergasted but, I had no recourse than to obey her instructions, to the letter. I lay across her lap, my bottom raised slightly over her right knee. 

SLAP!

"One." I counted. "Two… Three… Four… Five… Six…" Then, as instructed, I spoke the words that she wanted to hear from me. 

"Thank-you Mistress Tracy for spanking my bottom."

"Good girl, I think this could be fun!" She smirked.

"Seven, Eight…"

This continued until my bum was red and sore and I had received 36 sound, hard slaps from her hand. 

At each half a dozen, I was being made to thank her for abusing my glowing rear end.

"Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told.

"Yes, Mistress Tracy."

As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room.

And so, the next chapter was to begin…

Pippa's Story. Part 6.
The Professional Makeover.

"Get up and bend over in front of me. I want to see the fruits of my handiwork" I was told.

"Yes, Mistress Tracy."

As I remained bent over in front of her, I heard her call the others back into the room…

"You will remain in that position, Pippa. Touch your toes and don't you dare try to stand until we are finished with your inspection. If you do, I'll repeat the exercise but, this time I'll use my little 'bendy' cane!" Mistress Tracy told me seriously.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes so that, I would not know who was present and, I heard the room go silent as the door closed. 

I was far too afraid of the consequences to ignore what I'd been told and yet, I had a sneaking suspicion that I was alone in the room. 

It was difficult for me to hold my position this long as, the business suit that I'd been told to wear had included the 4" Court shoes that were still, adorning my feet. 

Some 15 to 20 minutes passed until I once again heard the room door open and, the sound of several people entering the lounge.

"Impressive, Pippa, I was almost sure that you would be unable to keep your promise. You may stand now." 

It was Mistress Lisa's voice that I heard, she continued speaking to me as she ordered me to dress, in the neatly folded clothes that I had previously worn.

As I did so, I noticed that a video camera had been recording my entire ordeal, at the hands of Mistress Tracy. 

A sudden tingle of unease ran the length of my spine, making me shiver involuntarily.

"Tidy up your make-up, Pippa and then come and sit in this chair." 

It was my wife's turn to speak and, I obeyed instantaneously to her voice. My make up refreshed, I sat in the chair that she had indicated. 

My arms were quickly bound to the arms of the chair, holding me securely within its confines.

I felt something cold and numbing on my earlobes and, before I could protest, each ear was pierced with two holes on each side. A gold stud was placed in the higher of the two holes on each side and, some medium sized hoops placed in the others. 

Next, I felt them pierce my left nostril and, a small golden ring was placed there, through the newly created hole. 

I tried to protest but, as soon as I did, I felt the rubber ball gag place in my mouth, keeping me silent as the group discussed their next move.

I felt my blouse being opened and, my silicone breasts being removed, along with my bra. 

The numbing sensation was upon me again and, each of my nipples received the same treatment as, small rings were placed through them both.

Once again, the room emptied and, I was left to ponder what I had just been through.

The video camera was still recording each torment that I went through, making sure that there would be a record of each and every event.

I began to worry about the life that was my own, my male life and, how I would explain away the modifications that I had been through during my recent M2F transformation. 

Would I be able to return to my former self, without any obvious evidence of my feminisation? 

How on earth could I return to work, entering the 'macho' domain that was my corporate office? 

And what of my P.A./secretary and, her involvement in all of this? 

Were my wife, and her best friend serious, when they spoke of keeping me in my feminine form?

These thoughts were quickly banished as the group returned, once again adhering  my silicone falsies into position and, tidying me up into the 'Office Girl' that was my current schizoid personality.

"My Darling husband," whispered my with soothingly into my ear. "I'm going to spend today with my new friends Jackie and Jerry. I'd like to be alone with them for a while so, I've asked Lisa and Tracy to look after you for me."

I was stunned to silence. She continued with her explanation.

"You will do exactly as you're asked and, you will go wherever they take you. Don't let me down my love."

She kissed my cheek gently and lovingly.

My wife, Mistress Jackie and Master Jerry walked us to the door and, my two Mistress' attached a collar and leash to my neck, pulling me outside, commanding me to follow them into the outside world.

It was almost midday as I was led, humiliated by my leash, through the throng of weekend shoppers in the middle of London's Kensington High Street. 

We walked into the busy and crowded marketplace, gathering leers and lewd comments along the way until, we reached or destination. 

The corner stall of the basement level within the market was, as far as I could make out, a nail and beauty parlour. 

The curious thing about it was that, the stylists' chair was at the front of the floor, showing the current occupier off blatantly, to whomsoever passed by.

The two women seemed to know the stall's owner quite well and, I was soon sitting in the chair, on show to the milling public. 

I was to be treated to a full makeover and artistic nail style. 

My humiliation was further increased when, at my Mistress' bidding, my arms and legs were locked in place by four thick leather straps. 

Two straps on my forearms and two on my lower legs. The straps were obvious to anyone that stopped to watch my make over.

Worst of all, so that my new make over would be complete, all of my old make up would have to be removed.

The stylist began by washing off the make up on my face and neck, showing without any doubt that the current model was a man that had been feminised and was to continue with his transformation.

"Make sure that you shave him nice and close to begin with. In fact, if you have the time, I'd like to try electrolysis. All over his body." Explained  Mistress Tracy to the stylist. 

"Starting with his face, I think then, if we have the time, we can strip him off, bit by bit and, remove the rest of it."

"He'll be very publicly exposed." Commented the stylist as she replied to the request.

"That's exactly how I'd like it!" Giggled Mistress Tracy, gleefully; she stared at me, as she watched me squirm at the thought. 

"The more public the show, the better I will feel about having it done."

The stylist smiled wistfully, beginning to understand Mistress Tracy's plans.

"Should we start her off wearing only her Lingerie?" Asked Mistress Lisa cunningly.

"What an excellent idea!" Was Mistress Tracy's reply.

At this, I had the straps removed from my legs as, the two women removed my skirt and then, the leg straps replaced, they freed one arm at a time, removing my jacket and blouse from my torso. Each arm was, of course, dutifully replaced once the garment had been removed.

There I sat, in my finest underwear, make-up free and obviously male, as the stylist began the process of removing my hair.

Electrolysis is a slow process and, it took several hours to complete my face and neck. With this done, the stylist asked where she should do next and was told to do my legs.

Each of my stockings was removed and, one leg at a time, the stylist completed her task. She explained that, if she was to make me over by closing time, my chest and pubic area would have to wait until the following day. 

The idea of returning me to this humiliating spot, appealed greatly to the two women who agreed quickly to the idea.

"Before you start the make over though, could you shape her eyebrows? Remove the unwanted hair by electrolysis too, okay?" asked Mistress Tracy.

The stylist obliged quickly, proceeding next to begin the new makeover.

I knew that I really was in trouble now, there would be no way to hide my femininely shaped eyebrows now, with them having had electrolysis, I was doomed to keep their new shape for a long while. 

I wondered how I would be able to explain this away once I returned to the office on Monday!

My Makeover now complete, I was instructed to dress, right there, in full public view of the ever-busy crowd of shoppers. 

I complied happily, at least I'd be dressed and, not just standing around in my knickers for all to see!

Once I was dressed, the stylist put the finishing touches to my new self, artistically painting an eye-catching design onto new and very long false nails that had been strongly glued to my fingernails. 

She painted the same design on to my toenails, ordering me to wait until they were fully dry before putting my stockings back on.

It must have been nearly nine PM by the time we were finished and I was again fully dressed.

I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style. 

They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town.

Pippa's Story. Part 7.
Return to Public Humiliation.

… I heard my two Mistress' promise to return with me the following day so as, to complete the removal of my bodily hair and, so as to colour and dye my head of hair, which was to be shaped into a more feminine cut and style. 

They shook hands as, my leash was attached and I was made to follow my superiors, once again into the crowded town… 

The morning arrived much too quickly for 'Pippa'. 

My thoughts were mangled, today was Sunday, already!

I felt almost schizophrenic, as my mind tried to put the events of this weekend, into some kind of perspective. 

Here I was, a successful professional with an upwardly mobile lifestyle, married to a wife that I loved and, more importantly was 'in-love' with, so much had happened in the last 30-odd hours! 

I was only one day away from having to return to my office, my clients and my colleagues, (let alone my employers), the following morning at half-past eight!

I found myself however, about to spend the day being feminised, by my wife and her friends no less, and publicly, whilst the group of them played humiliating games with me!

What's more, I was beginning to enjoy myself, exploring a side of me that had been sorely ignored, until now. 

I was definitely having trouble balancing the scales of logic and the immediate reality of my future, against the overload of sensory and emotional stimuli that, I was gaining with every second of this weekend's tumultuous, even educational adventures.

I rose to find a note, attached to a ribbon, tied to the wrist of my left hand. 

Very simply, when read, it stated the following:


Pippa,

You are to rise, shower, shave and make-up as soon as the alarm wakes you. You will then attire yourself by wearing nothing but the following:

Wig.
Hold-up, black satin stockings.  
5" leather strapped sandals.
Waist reducing corset.
Silicon falsies.
Leather bra.

You will go to the kitchen and, you will prepare a full English breakfast for each of us. You will awaken each of us, by orally stimulating our pubic area. 

When we are awake, you will serve us our breakfast and do as instructed by any one of us. 

You will then be instructed as to your day's events.

Helen. XXXXX

PS: I love you.


I was astounded, it was 6.30 AM and, I was already under instruction by my captors. 

I obeyed my instructions to the letter, dressing as ordered and immediately preparing breakfast for the rest of the household.

As soon as it was ready, I loaded up some trays and, individually delivered the fare to each room. Leaving each tray at the foot of the bed, I began raising my Mistress' and my Master.

My tongue worked rapidly on each of them, quickly bringing them into heightened states of excitement. I brought each of them off, swallowing the sticky fluids as they came over my face.

Once they were all awake and, once they had finished breakfast, my day began in earnest!

I was instructed to dress in a set of lacy, virtually transparent undergarments. 

My nails were repainted with bright, shiny red polish, my silicon falsies were glued in place and yet, I was ordered to shave closely but not to wear any facial make up, except for some bright red gloss lipstick.

I was a little scared by this, as it would be more obvious to anyone who saw me that, I was in fact a man in drag!

I complied though, a shiver of anticipation running the length of my spine.

My wife then handed me a sheer negligée and explained that it was all that I would be permitted to wear over my underwear.

As I was putting it on, I was told that we would be returning to the beautician, as soon as I was 'dressed'. To make things worse, I was ordered to wear thigh length boots that my wife had bought especially for me. 

The boots were bright red, leather and had 6" spiked heels. I thought to myself how incongruous they would look, worn only with my undies and negligee.

My 'Dom.' friends had once again managed to embarrass and humiliate me!

How could they expect me to go out in public dressed only in sexy, feminine lingerie? And yet…

The idea of being paraded around, publicly, for all to see was, I have to admit, exciting me and turning me on!

We left the house and I was expecting another cab to be waiting for us. How wrong could I have been? 

My collar and leash were once again attached to me and, worse still, my wrists were handcuffed behind my back.

Master Jerry had business elsewhere that had been previously arranged so, I was being taken by my Mistress' alone this time around.

The girls had decided that they should all be witness to today's activities though and, had invited my secretary Tracy along as well.

All of my Mistress' had decided to dress in very ordinary clothes today, jeans, t-shirts and jackets were the order of the day. This only helped to emphasise the outrageousness of my own garb, of course!

I was led through the streets to the nearest bus stop where, blushing profusely, we waited for the bus into town. When we got there, we changed onto the underground and headed back to Kensington Market.

My outlandish appearance had drawn many inquisitive looks from men and women alike. Some seemed pitying, others amused, mostly though were the looks of shock and disgust.

As soon as the lady Beautician noticed our approach, she moved toward us and made a big show of greeting my Mistress', all the while making loud, lewd comments about feminising the sexy 'Girlie' that they had brought her. I blushed deeply at all the attention she was creating for me.

The girls, along with the lady Beautician, eagerly shuffled me into the 'Parlour' stall and tied my leash to a hook by the entrance. They left me there, still handcuffed at the back for any passer-by to gawk at.

They all moved away a little, toward the back of her establishment and, they began to discuss how they should proceed with my transformation.

I was more than a little afraid of how this process would continue but, I have to admit that the thought of what was to come had turned me on so much that, my dick was rampant in the front of my panties!




One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10



When they returned, I was untied and my cuffs were removed. 

I was instructed to remove my negligee and sit in the same chair as I had done the previous day.

I complied at once, again blushing furiously as I sat, wearing only my feminine undergarments, with my rock hard erection plainly in view.

Once again, my limbs were tied to the chair, stopping any disagreement on my behalf.

The Beautician began by, painfully slowly removing what was left of my bodily hair. 

The process took several hours, during which I was 'on-show' to everyone who passed by.

Once my body was completely smooth and hairless, she started on my hair, styling it in a very feminine fashion then, dying it a natural, but very bright red.

My bindings were removed and I was led to a full-length mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. 

Standing there in front of me was, the reflection of a sexy, alluring and very feminine woman!

My penis reacted to my mirror image, by springing back to life, becoming solid and rampant within seconds. 

Embarrassingly, as I hadn't hidden it between my legs as yet, it sprang up, its head peeking over the elastic top of my g-string, leaving no doubt as to how turned on I felt!

Humiliation never far away, the one who noticed my predicament first, was my PA, Tracy who immediately pointed to my groin and very loudly, commented to the other women as, on her own face, a vicious grin began to spread widely.

"Look Girls! She's getting hot, just looking at her sexy little body!!"

Giggles abounded and suddenly, I was the centre of attention once more. 

My makeover had been finished after my new hairdo was complete and, my make up was superb, though of course, I had been made to look very provocative and quite sluttish. 

My hands and feet had received another coat of bright red polish, my eyelashes were immensely long and my lips were bright, glossy and very red!

I was instructed to strip naked and, when I voiced my fears, still being visible to the public in the Marketplace, I had my vestments literally ripped from my body.

There I stood, buck-naked, in plain view of anyone who happened to glance our way, my dick standing proud before me but, in all other visible ways, seeming very womanly.

Completing the 'feminine' look was only a step away as my wife and Mistress Jackie attached my silicone falsies to my bare, hairless chest, with the special adhesive they'd brought along.

They were very realistic and made more so by the fact that one of the salon girls had made the nipples look very realistic, by touching them up with some pinkish 'skin-tone' make up cream.

From any distance, it was impossible to tell that they were not truly my own boobs!

As I'd opened my mouth and, had expressed my opinion regarding my being fully naked and publicly exposed, it was decided that I should be punished for it.

My Darling wife, Helen, who had now become my Owner/Mistress, decided that the Beautician, having done such a lovely job with my transformation, should have the honour of choosing my chastisement and how they might be wrought.

She seemed ecstatic to be offered such a pleasurable task and, pulling my wife to one side, whispered something in her ear.

"My dear lady," She replied aloud, for all to hear, "it would please me indeed to allow your daughters to meet out Pippa's punishment, as long as we are free to watch them and witness her correction!"

No sooner spoken than, the Beautician hurried into the back room, re-emerging moments later, two teenage looking girls in-tow.

The eldest, about 18 years old, was a punk, dressed in tattered jeans, a leather jacket, she had several piercings, and multicoloured, spiky hair. The younger of the two, about 15 or 16 by the look of her, wore the look of a Goth, creepy make up and a dark little PVC minidress with high heels.

The back of the styling chair that I'd sat in most of the day, was removed leaving a stool of kinds in its place. 

I was ordered to lay over it, my hands were quickly cuffed to the footrest and my ankles, pulled apart, were bound my arse cheeks splayed apart.

I could feel my erection growing again as, my dick rubbed against the bottom of the chair. 

The punk girl dropped her jeans and panties to knee height. Next thing I knew, she had peed into a jar. She proceeded to pull her clothes into place and then poured her urine over my bum and mostly through the cheeks, over my ring-piece, balls and cock. 

She then grabbed a hairbrush and rapidly, in quick succession, she spanked each of my cheeks, six times.

I couldn't help myself and, a series of sharp yelps were heard emanating from my mouth. She thanked her mum, kissed me gently on my neck and left.

The younger girl was giggling openly, she picked up a bottle of hair mousse, put the head into my bum hole and squirted a fair dollop up my arse. She followed by rubbing some Brylcream over my ring and, bottom end first, inserted the mousse can, forcing it past my ring and into my hole. 

It was bigger than anything that my Mistress' had used up until now and, I squirmed as much as was possible as I felt myself being stretched wider than I had thought possible.

She stopped once she'd pushed about 7" of it into my body then, using the same brush that her sibling had used, spanked me on both of my cheeks and, my inner thighs. 

Leaving me impaled, she also thanked her mother and retired. I was now, once again under the control of the group that had taken charge of my life.

Each of them took a turn, tanning my hide, some with their hands, others using implements they found to hand in the parlour. Finally, I felt the mousse container being removed.

I was freed and told to clean myself up in the back room and, when I returned, I was to be wearing the outfit that was handed me.

I walked slowly to the back room, rubbing my tender backside all the way!

The teenage siblings approached me as soon as I'd entered, crowding up closely and forcing me to the corner.

"We haven't finished with you yet, 'Slavegirl'." I heard the eldest one saying  menacingly.

They each grabbed an arm, twisting both behind me and, the biggest girl held me up against the wall, arms tightly behind me while, her sister looped her belt around them and tightly bound the together.

"If you do as you're told, you'll get out of here much quicker than if you fight us! Wouldn't want to have to fetch your 'Mistress' now would we?" threatened the eldest girl. I nodded my compliance.

"What will you have me do for you then?" I asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as I could.

"Good decision, slut!" The youngest girl piped up. 

"Stand over there by the fire door. Open it for me sis'. Never know, one of the homeless drunks might get a kick out of watching our little show." She continued, grinning.

The door opened up onto a back alley, a few furtive glances shot our way, as the alley's secret inhabitants judged the scene before them.

"Let's get you nice and hard then!" Said the eldest as, she grabbed my manhood and started jerking me off.

It didn't take long before my excitement made itself visible. 

The next thing I knew, both girls were on their knees and feeding on my engorged rod.

A small group of the destitute people using the alleyway as their home, began getting closer until, as confidence grew among them, they were sitting in a semi-circle, intent on watching the sexy show we were putting on.

My dick started twitching, a physical manifestation of how extreme my excitement was. The eldest sister didn't miss the warning sign and immediately stopped her sucking. Nudging her sibling, so as to prolong my agony/ecstasy, they both removed their luscious mouths form my rampant, bobbing member.

The youngest girl, who seemed to have a slightly vicious streak in her, looked over at the dirty, mostly drunken audience.

"Any of you Ladies fancy a nibble?"

One of the crowds in the alley, a woman who looked to be in her mid-fifties and, who smelled like she hadn't seen a bath in months, took the bait.

"I don't want to nibble on it but, if you would, I'd like the slave to munch on me!"

The sister's glanced at each other then, I was pushed to my knees and my face was forced into the tramp-woman's lap.

"Lick it all up, slut!" I was told firmly.

Less than two minutes passed until, back in the room, I heard the sound of the inner door opening and, the voices of my Mistress' waft my way.

"Ah, so now I understand your delay in getting dressed, Pippa!" My wife solemnly uttered.

"I think that we should stay and watch." Mistress Jackie told my wife.

"Yeah, at least let her finish what she's doing!" exclaimed Mistress Lisa, enthralled by the spectacle before her.

"Then we can punish her for not obeying our commands." Completed Mistress Tracy, harshly.

"I should have known that my girls would want to play with her. They can't resist a new toy until they've had a decent game or two!" The lady Beautician commented finally.

"Finish the 'Lady' off then, Pippa. I want to see her sticky cum juices all over your lovely lips and tongue!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

The vagrant woman's vaginal lips were sticky and stank of fish, it was like taking a trip to Billingsgate Market. 

I forced my mouth into position though, lapping furiously at her quim, my intent being to bring her off as quickly as was physically possible!

Staying in position was a difficult task, as I still had the belt firmly holding my arms in place behind my back.

As my head bobbed down into the rank folds of her pussy, my arms jerked upwards, away from my body, as if they had a mind of their own.

I stuck firmly to my task and soon had the Hobo woman shrieking with pleasure. Her body convulsed, arching her back and forcefully pushing her cunt into my face, covering me with her stale cum juice.

The audience cheered me on, finally breaking into a round of applause as the homeless wench gushed into her climax. 

I was rapidly pulled to my feet and pushed back into the room. Without pause, the door slammed shut.

"And who gave you permission to follow any orders, other than the ones we gave you back in the salon?" Snapped the angry sounding voice of Mistress Lisa.

"N-n-nobody Mistress…" I began to reply.

"Quite so, my dear! So, what were you doing just now? That was your own idea then, I take it!" Commented Mistress Jackie, solemnly.

"N-no Mis…"

SLAP!

"I don't require you to tell me, slut! Either way, you didn't do as you were told, so now you must be castigated." She continued.

"I agree." Piped up my wife. "But this time, I choose, OK  girls?"

"As you wish it, Helen, of course." Was her reply.

"Good, Pippa, get yourself tidied up and dressed. I have plans for you!"

It sounded ominous!

"First, and only as a prelim to your main chastisement, you will be paraded around the busiest streets I can find. I'm looking forward to displaying the expert craft that our beautician friend has managed. You will of course be dressed as the tart that you really enjoy being and, will be cuffed, gagged and collared at the end of my leash. The main punishment, I will consider whilst we show the new you off!"

I was dumbfounded. Once again, my humiliation would be of the public variety!

Pippa's Story. Part 8.
Publicly exhibited and chastised.

As promised, I was led from the 'Market', with my make-up in perfect condition. It was making me look sluttish yet sexy, feminine yet 'on the prowl'. My clothing too was of the same ilk, a short, black leather micro-mini skirt, over matching hold-up stockings and tanga panties; a waist clincher, reducing my waist to give me that 'hourglass' figure that men rave about so much and, red patent 5" stilettos completed my lower half. 

Above the waist, I wore my silicon falsies in a decoratively designed red half-cup bra, over which was a sheer, virtually transparent white chiffon blouse, which allowed brief glimpses of the lace trimmed bra cups and showed off the colour of it permanently. 

My new femininely styled, vixen red hairdo was very eye-catching too, deliberately styled so, to attract more than passing glances.

In keeping with my wife's wishes, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, the effect of which was to push my bosom forward, showing the stiff nipples of my 'falsies' as they rubbed against my blouse.

Around my neck, I wore a black leather collar with silver studs, attached to this was the leash that was currently held by Mistress Jackie.

The Mistress' chatted about the best route for us to take, one that would, of course, give their newly designed plaything, maximum exposure to London's public crowds.

Deciding that a trip to Harrods would probably achieve this, whilst still being pleasurable for them all, I was led from Kensington Market, down the High Street to the underground station.

It was decidedly difficult in my tall, thin heels, for me to negotiate the vast number of stairs leading to the station platform. With my arms fixed in place behind me, I had to do so in a very straight and upright manner, chest thrust forward and, not daring to look at my feet.

Finally, after what seemed ages, we took the Circle line to South Kensington, descended further to the Piccadilly line and went the final stop to our destination.

As was usual for Knightsbridge, the area was a hive of activity. I was led through the throng by my leash, which was now, in the hands of my darling spouse. Both my circumstances, being cuffed and led like a pet and, my sexy appearance, meant that I was attracting many stares and a lot of attention. My cheeks burned with a permanent blush of embarrassment.

Just before we moved to the entrance of Harrods, that magnificent, huge and exclusive store, my wrists were freed. This was only to be moved into a new position, hanging down in front of my body where, the cuffs were slapped back onto my wrists, leaving my hands usable but still bound together.

We all got strange looks from the security guys at the door, especially when they looked through my Mistress' handbags, checking for arms or explosives, only to find such articles as nipple clamps, butt-plugs and a ball-gag!

Containing their humour behind well-controlled 'straight' faces though, they let us pass, entering the treasure-island that lay within. 

I saw them hurriedly whispering to each other though, sharing the joke of my situation.

My entourage of 'Doms' quickly led me into the perfumery department, where I was sprayed with a sample of a very expensive and feminine scent.

From there, I was whisked into the make-up section and, my wife immediately sought out an expensive, designer make-up counter, that was offering to give people a complete make-over, hoping to entice them into buying sizeable amounts of their product, once they'd seen how good it made them look.

I saw her chatting to the assistant at the counter, followed by another brief tête-à-tête with the make-up artist. Both women glanced over at me from time to time, smiling more and more broadly as my wife explained that it was me that she wanted the makeover for.

She signalled to the other in the group, indicating that I was to be brought over to a big, leather reclining chair, positioned just to the side of the counter, next to the aisle used by the milling crowds that were moving about the store. 

Once again, I felt a shiver move down my spine, partly in dread of what was to happen to me and, partly at the excitement that I was beginning to feel, each time I was humiliated like this, so publicly. 

The cuffs were removed from my wrists and, I was seated in the chair, positioned just short of horizontal with the back fully reclined. 

I could feel my skirt rise up as I leant back, knowing that it would be high enough to show the lacy tops of my hold up stockings.

I blushed as I realised that anyone walking past me from the opposite direction, would have an unobstructed view up my skirt and, of my tanga style panties and of the bulge they now contained, exposing my excitement.

I saw Master Jerry snicker to himself as my Mistress' gathered around the counter, so as to decide which colours to use for my 'new look'.

I heard them discussing various options with the lady who would be undertaking my makeover.

"I'd like to keep her looking like a 'vamp', personally." Stated Mistress Lisa, loudly.

"Yes, I agree with you Lisa." Replied Mistress Tracy, delighting in my humiliation.

"She does look very sexy, dressed in such a sluttish manner, I'll admit, but… I've been thinking about tomorrow and Pippa having to return to work…"

That was all I heard of my wife's reply, as her voice dropped to a whisper and my Mistress' huddled together, giggling aloud from time to time.

I was pleased to hear my wife mention my return to work the following day, thinking that she was being careful not to ask for anything to be done to me that couldn't be covered up, once I regained my male persona.

Little did I know what they were plotting for me…

Whispering over, I noted with some confusion, that my loving wife and Mistress, Helen rummaged through her handbag and withdrew the keys to our house and home. 

She walked over to Master Jerry and whispered some things in his ear. 

Before I knew it, he was gone. I might have worried about it but, just as he left, the make-up artist came over to me and removed my wig.

I was a little startled and could feel the blush rising in my cheeks, as she proceeded to remove the make-up that I'd been wearing until now. 

Embarrassment flooded through me, as I realised that, once again, people could see that I was really a man. 

A man dressed as a woman!

The process of transforming my face into its feminine form began once more.

I was surprised to find that I was being made up much more conservatively than before, almost in the style that might be worn by an executive career woman on her way in to an important meeting. 

The foundation had been expertly layered onto my face, quite thickly but giving my skin a beautifully smooth look. My cheekbones were lightly rouged and my eyes were flatteringly understated in tones of bronze and gold, though my lashes were still built up to look long and thick. 

My lips were covered in a thick, luscious and glossy metallic bronze that shone as the light struck it. The lipstick that she used was from a 'professional' range and was guaranteed to stay on for at least eight hours.

What I hadn't been aware of was that the woman had completely shaved off my eyebrows, replacing them with a thinly shaped brow-pencil mark!

The  work finished, I was allowed to get out of the chair and, my wrists were quickly cuffed once more. 

I pleaded with my Mistress' to be allowed to see the finished product but, they just told me that I would… all in good time!

Believing that we would be heading home, now that my new look was complete, I was surprised to be led upstairs and into the 'Ladies Fashions' department.

The women led me directly to the 'Ladies' Lingerie', where I was guided through a variety of feminine undergarments, until we reached a section that was almost entirely lace and silk and, that was very sheer to the eye.

I braced myself mentally, expecting another humiliating encounter with the salesgirls, but I was surprised, when all that my Mistresses did, was to buy a few items for themselves.

I followed once again, as I was led to a section that sold clothes for the 'larger' woman. The Dommes chatted amongst themselves for a few minutes; I suddenly found myself being herded into the changing rooms, where I was handed some stylish, sexy yet businesslike female attire.

I donned the outfit without comment and, we all left the store, heading once again for an undisclosed destination.

We travelled by bus this time, my new, more conservative looking outfit, attracting far fewer looks; with my newly applied make-up, I looked far more realistic, easily passing as a woman at first glance.