5 comments/  66979 views/  17 favorites

The Club Pt. 01

By: RubberBudcus



PROLOGUE

My name is David. I am 54 years old. I am divorced....twice. I have very little to do with my family or ex wives or indeed children of which I have two. I have a nothing job as a furniture salesman. I am not a little bored with the whole thing.

I am quite thick set and average height but I am blessed with fairly good looks.

I have my own flat which is a bit poky and above the furniture shop I work in.

About the only excitement in my life is my solo sex life. I have been a lifetime fetishist. It started with wet clothes in the bath and progressed to wet female clothes in the shower and within the past ten years to rubber clothing of male and female style and self bondage.

I like a drink and regularly go to the pub and sit there chatting to all and sundry but not actually telling them anything. I think I may have become a bit of a loner and most of the time, I am actually OK about that. Sometimes, when I am a bit bored, I will dress up in female rubber clothing. I have a full outfit of inflatable bra, crutchless knickers, suspender belt, stockings, mid calf rubber bell skirt and a rubber blouse which stretches over my boobs. I put on make-up and a wig with high heel stilettos, drink wine, watch internet porn and jack off. Sometimes when I am feeling really daring and it is Winter, I will shave all my body hair off or use Nair. I have gone for weeks like that but then lose my bottle and let it all grow back.

It seems sad but in fact is pretty much OK for me. Sometimes I ache to share it all with an understanding ear and I have dressed up with other TVs but I despair of the female gender and I am wary of everybody's agenda. It is easier not to bother and go solo and fantasise.

One night, I went to the pub. I think it was a Saturday and the pub was busy but none of the regulars were there that I saw. The barman was new as well so I bought a drink and sat at a table. I asked the two ladies already sitting there if that was OK and they agreed it was. I glanced at these two women as one does in this sort of situation and registered that although smartly dressed, neither was particularly striking and they were conversing quietly. I could not hear what they were saying so concentrated on sipping my drink and scanning the pub for faces I knew. I saw none.

Little did I know it but my life was about to change forever.

THE APPROACH

"Excuse me, don't I know you?"

The female voice jolted me from my reverie. As usual I was lost in my own thoughts.

One of the females on the table was talking to me and both were looking at me.

"I beg your pardon?" I said.

"I'm sorry but I thought I knew you from somewhere. Wait, don't you work in a furniture shop?"

I looked more closely at these two women. As I have said, smart but unremarkable. Neither was a beauty but then not ugly either and both were wearing smart and probably expensive clothes that hid their figures. Of course with them seated, I could not tell if trousers or skirts but they were wearing blouses and cardigans on top with small jewellery items, carefully applied make up but I did notice that both were wearing a shade of lipstick that was quite a scarlet colour. It was the only jarring note in the ensemble.

"Well yes, I do" I replied "have you purchased from there?"

I can't remember the reply. I had lost interest already. I sipped my drink.

"Is your name David?" My ears pricked up and I looked more closely at the two women, both of whom were looking at me intently. "Well yes, it is" I wondered how they knew my name. Perhaps I had used it in the shop and they had remembered it.

"Forgive me but I thought I recognised you, anyway my name is Glenis and this is Lisa" She indicated her companion who smiled at me briefly. Then Glenis looked at me, smiled warmly and proffered a hand. I shook it and then shook Lisa's equally.

"I have to say, David that you look a little bored. Do you come here often?" With that she rocked back in her chair and laughed. Lisa smiled but said nothing and was still looking at me. I must admit I found her gaze quite stimulating and I fleetingly wondered whether she would give me make up tips.

" I am so sorry" said Glenis "look, can I buy you a drink or something?"

It had been a long time since I had had such an offer. Normally, my alarm bells would ring and I would decline but looking at these two women for perhaps the first time, I felt the stirring of interest and, I have to admit, I found Lisa's gaze and her immaculate make up and, in particular that red lipstick that they both wore, quite fascinating.

So I threw caution to the winds and said " Yes, thank you. Vodka and tonic please."

So Glenis rose, purse in hand and I was treated to the rustle of expensive skirt on petticoat and nylons. Lisa's gaze never left me although her face seemed to have softened somehow and I returned her look with warmth.

I was intrigued. Nevertheless, I was still enough of a salesman to go with the flow for now, to see where it led. I could see this encounter being the fuel of my fantasies for some time to come.

Glenis returned with my drink in a fresh glass and I drained my old one.

To this day, I cannot recall what we talked about. I recollect feeling warm and relaxed. At some stage, I think that Glenis suggested that we adjourn to a different venue and I am fairly sure that we left the pub OK and climbed into a car that was being driven by someone else. A taxi? Anyway I recall feeling a scratch on my leg and the rest is completely lost.

Only later, much later did I realise that the drink was spiked and that I had been injected and was unconscious for many hours.

So began my change of life.

Chapter 1 The Induction

I awoke slowly. I was warm and relaxed. My eyes opened and focussed on a strange ceiling. It was obvious that I was in a strange room lying on a strange bed. I felt relaxed although my skin felt ...different somehow. My mouth felt dry and I was aware that I was spreadeagled and that the sheets were cool where they were not in contact with my body. I pulled my arms down to feel my skin. I heard the clink of chain before the restriction. My hands would not move more than an inch.

I tried my legs. Same there. Clink of chain and no further than an inch of movement in any direction. I tried to crane up my head but I was unable to see my bonds but was aware of cuffs on both wrists and ankles. Soft but unyielding.

I tried looking down. My legs and waist were covered but I felt the unmistakeable feel of lace on my chin. I wriggled my torso and felt the feel of soft silk or satin against my still tingling skin and the slight but soft roughness of lace on my thighs.

By a process of elimination and from previous experience of wearing such clothing, I guessed that I was wearing a camisole top and french knickers. Certainly my slightly engorged but not fully erect cock was stretching the fabric. I was not particularly worried at this stage but wondered where I was and when I would be released. 

I scanned the room as best I could. There was a small window but I could only see sky through it. Furniture was nondescript and the wardrobe small. I grew tired of craning and decided to shout once to attract attention. I was certainly thirsty.

I suppose I must have shouted a few times and then listened intently but there was no sound,

I explored my senses. Bound as I was I could only raise my head a few inches. I could feel the bedclothes up to my chest and by rotating my hips, I could feel the satin on my bum and the elastic round my waist and the scratch of lace. If I strained my head onto my chest I could feel the lace under my chin and I noticed that the sheets were also shiny but the pillowslip wasn't. If it hadn't been for the bondage and the not knowing where I was, I swear that I would have been in ecstasy. I could feel my cock was semi engorged.

After a time, I still am not sure how long, I heard the door open. I craned my head and saw a figure come in. I was amazed! This androgynous figure came into view and I followed it as best I could from my spread-eagled position lying down, drinking in the sight that I could see.

It was wearing a skintight catsuit that I think was Spandex and a loose short sleeved rubber dress, towering heels that I could not see properly but knew from the teetering gait that it must be wearing at least 4" heels, and a hood over a dolly face mask. There wasn't an inch of skin visible and the dress hid both bust and genital region in loose shiny folds. Even I, with all that Internet porn experience, was completely unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman. 

It bent over me squeaking and rustling gently and examined my bonds. Finding them good, it left the room and shortly returned carrying a tray. Setting it down on the dresser, it approached my bed , bent down and went under the bed. I heard the clink of chains and saw a bundle in its hand which were laid on the bed. It picked a length and this was fastened between my wrists and I felt the release of my wrists from over my head. It quickly moved to the bottom of the bed as my arms and wrists were persuaded, stiffly to move to my brain's command. It lifted the bedclothes and I felt my legs released as it fastened a second length of chain between my ankles. Then unexpectedly and before I had a chance to resist it took my arms downward and I felt and heard the click of a third chain between my wrist chain and my leg chain. It then indicated the tray and started to leave. Only then did I find my tongue. 

"Oi, don't go. Where on earth am I? Why am I here.....?

It raised a finger to its lips and I saw the eyes look at me through the mask. I noticed that the holes for nose and mouth were small. At least there was a human being in there. Without a sound apart from the rustle of rubber, it left and closed the door. I heard the snick of a lock.

I was ravenous enough to want to eat the contents of the tray. I didn't feel up to just lifting my back off the bed and I thought that rolling onto my side would be counter productive in that raising my hands pulled my legs together. Basically, my hands were trapped at crotch level even to move my legs a few inches.

Keeping flat, I used my elbows to swivel my hips and legs sideways. The satin sheets really helped here and I felt my satin clad body feel the coolness of the sheet's edge. My legs emerged sideways from under the sheet and I continued to swivel my bum. My legs were now dangling over the edge of the satin clad mattress and I used my shackled hands to sort of grip the edge of the matress as I manoeuvred myself upright from the torso. I felt a muscle go in my back.

Anyway, I was upright and sitting on the bed. I got up. The only way I could walk was bent over like an old man. I shuffled over to the tray and spotted a chair at the dressing table. I managed to drag it out and sat down. Seated, my hands would just reach the dressing table top but only if I put my feet together tightly. By half rising without straightening, I managed to slide the tray towards me. On the tray was a buttered croissant and orange juice and an apple.

I had to lift my legs or lower my head to get my hands to reach my mouth and eat and drink. I was too hungry and thirsty to care. I spilt some of my orange juice and felt it run down the front of my camisole. It felt different. Strange. I looked down and realised that I was hairless on my chest. Not only that but my arms were also bare. No wonder I felt a bit chilly and the underwear slid around me.

I had been shaved from my ears down to my toes. I looked at my feet and saw that my toenails had been varnished in a deep crimson colour. Now it is fair to say that I had once shaved my legs and chest just to see what it looked and felt like but this was total. I even knew that my arse had been shaved. I was also seeing the colour of the knickers I was wearing. A very pretty light grey, almost metallic in sheen and colour and the lace was a delicate cream colour and quite lavish. The material was thin and the knickers were slashed on both legs to the waist band and trimmed with lace either side of the slit. I could feel that the camisole was quite tight. It all looked and felt very expensive indeed. It also felt delicious and reminded me of the occasions when I had put on this sort of underwear under my normal male clothes and gone out or gone to work. I must say that it felt even more heavenly on bare skin and I took the trouble to stroke the fabric over my stiffening cock with my manacled hands. This was almost as good as my very best TV self bondage sessions.

I was not really cold but my hairless state made my skin sensitive and I felt waves of goosebumps wash over me. There was little point in trying to explore the room at all but the drawer of the dressing table was empty. I felt much better now I had eaten and drunk and was considering going back to the bed when the door opened again.

My cat-suited maid appeared and picked up my tray. She was gone in a trice and the door opened to let her through and another two ladies entered the room as she disappeared from view.

I recognised them both straight away as the ladies who had abducted me. Glenis and Lisa.

Now at this stage dear reader, you will be waiting for the onset of macho rage and ranting and the attempts to escape but to tell you the truth my whole body and mind felt delicious. I had no idea what these women wanted from me or why but the loss of liberty, the androgynous maid and my clothing and bondage was doing wonders for my libido. Basically, I had reached a stage of my life in which I really had nothing to lose. As I wrote that, I wondered whether these two women knew that and that is why they abducted me. For sure, no-one would look for me and there was no real person who would wonder where or what had happened to me. Although I was bound and dressed in slinky women's underwear, I actually felt free for the first time in a very long time. So, no histrionics from me. I looked levelly at the women and when they saw that I was not angry, they relaxed a little. I could see it in their faces. I wriggled a little to the swish of my clothes and the jingle of chains. I was on the verge of ecstasy. This was a long felt dream come true.

I need to identify these women. Glenis was the prettier of the two. Neither was any spring chicken but one could see and sense the bulges that age puts on a woman with Glenis. The upholstery that only girdles and other support can hide. Lisa was the slimmer of the two and lacked the boobs of Glenis. Their clothing was, once again, non descript but I did notice that Lisa wore a shorter skirt than Glenis. I also noted that the red lipstick was still there. Both women, same bright red. Very noticeable and slightly incongruous on them at least. I wondered idly whether they were lesbians.

Glenis was a dark brunette with red highlights. A large hair style, lots of it and down in a riot of shiny curls down to her shoulders. Stylish and well dressed if a little plump. Pastel green blouse and a more than knee length pencil skirt over black shoes with modest 2" heels. Lisa was grey haired with a lot less styling and much shorter hair. She was wearing a dark blue dress which flared from the hips and was well above her knee. Her legs though, encased in hose as they were were actually quite smart but a tad slender. I will swear that Lisa's dress was shadowing the tops of her legs but because I was sat down with my eyes at her waist level I was almost sure that I glimpsed a stocking top. Shoes were a dark blue with slightly higher heels.

Lisa was the first to address me.

"You must be wondering where you are and why you are here but before I answer that, I have to tell you that you have been asl....unconscious for about two days."

I nodded. I idly wondered what the furniture store would do about me not turning up for work. Not very much probably.

She continued " We have cleared your flat and left a signed note that you have left for Thailand for a few months. Your clothes have been destroyed. At the moment what you have on is all you have in the world, clothes wise."

I nodded again. There was nothing in that flat that would be mourned and if these satin undergarments were all that was on offer and they continued to feed me and house me as well, I was not a loser on the deal. Far from it.

"We think" Lisa was talking again " that your employer will not miss you. His son was keen to come into the business and we have reason to believe that they were looking for reasons to get rid of you. Your sudden departure will not trouble them and they have stopped paying you as of today."

Again, no particular surprises there.

" You have little need of money here" Glenis started talking " We will take care of you for a period of time which could be several years." Both women nodded as if to each other but still really looking at me.

" So where am I and why have you gone to this trouble?" It needed asking. Even though I was enjoying the moment, it was now a bit more serious than a few days wonder being force feminised.

" You are in a private club. It is called the FemsRace Society and this house which is very large, is our headquarters and club room, if you will" Glenis again.

Then Lisa piped up. " The purpose of us bringing you here is to ......re-educate you in the ways of women and to put you in touch with your feminine side which we believe...or rather our informants believe is within you. This is not a transvestite training college or a private sex club, far from it but we do take in selected males for....re-educating in order for our members to have a counterpart to what is in essence, a full feminine environment"

Glenis, who I could sense was by far the more businesslike of the two then said " We need to start the process by making you much fitter."

She was right of course. I was a bit paunchy and my skin was very dry and a bit flaky in places. I had let myself go somewhat. I could even see that my gut was what was making the camisole tight but in contrast, my man boobs were filling the bra section nicely.

Anyway, they then asked me whether I was going to kick up a fuss and did I want to leave. I asked what the reward would be for me and was told that by a process of fitness and being dressed as a woman convincingly and mixing with women in a female enclave, that I would then come to understand the ways of women and, although not entirely ever being a woman, would see their point of view and liaise better with them as a result.

Once again it was made clear that I had been selected by information received and a thorough investigation and they would not have brought me here unless I was likely to be a willing participant.

They even produced a contract for me to sign. It was on that document that I noticed that whilst undergoing 'training' and whilst helping to give the members 'services', I would be paid a small salary and this would be deposited in my bank if I stayed to the end of the course. If I left, I would get nothing, my clothes were already destroyed and I was homeless and jobless.

I signed. Wouldn't you?

The Club Pt. 02



Ch. 3

The next morning Janet awoke to the feel of Charles' hand gently rubbing up and down the inside of her thighs. Instantly she felt overwhelmed with lust. Her pussy began to flood and she rolled on top of Charles and kissed him deeply while reaching for his hard member. Within thirty seconds she was helping him find her opening and they were making love with an intensity that surprised both of them. Afterwards as they lay holding each other and letting their breathing return to normal, Janet could hear one of the other couples also engaged in loving activity. But as she lay there she began to almost brood and by the time she and Charles got up and headed downstairs she was quiet and, if not sullen, at least hesitant and largely unnoticing of the rest of the world.

The other two couples were in the kitchen just making some toast and tea. Barb looked subdued much as Janet was and both Charles and James looked a little concerned and puzzled. Breakfast was quiet until finally Liz asked, "How long did you say we could use this place?"

Rick answered, "Joe finishes up Saturday afternoon and we have to have the keys back to him by about three. So I guess, if everyone wants, we can stay a couple of more nights."

The men both said that that sounded fine and Liz said, "Great." Barb and Janet smiled slightly and nodded, but without showing any real interest. Watching them, Liz decided she needed to find out what was the matter. "After all," she thought, "the men are probably too dense to notice anything wrong." She said, "Then I guess we'll need a little more food. Rick, why don't you go into town and pick up some stuff and we'll clean things up here."

"OK," Rick responded. "Who wants to come?"

James and Charles looked ready to leave and then hesitated as James said, "Maybe we should stay here and help the girls."

Liz quickly broke in, "No, you two go on. We can handle things and, besides, we need to get ourselves all pretty for you."

Barb and Janet looked slightly puzzled by this remark. None of the women ever spent a lot of time on hair or make up. For one thing they didn't really need to and for another there were so many more interesting things to do with life. But they seemed to be too preoccupied with themselves to really wonder about it.

When she heard the van pull out of the clearing and start down the gravel road, Liz turned to the other two and said, "All right, girls. Are you upset over what happened last night? You know it was just letting off steam. Are you thinking there's something wrong with what we did, because if you are, we don't have to let anything like that happen again. Janet, you look really down about it. Do you feel you got into something that turned you off or felt dirty or something?"

Janet looked up at her and slowly shook her head. In a quiet, miserable voice she said, "That's not it, Liz. You must have noticed how I felt and I don't know what you're really thinking about me now. I loved it! I've never been so turned on in my life as when I was getting spanked, naked and tied, with everyone watching. And when Charles kissed me afterwards it was all I could do to keep from raping him right there in front of all of you. I never thought I was that kind of girl, but I can't seem to deny it."

Barb's head snapped up and she broke in, "You mean you felt like that, too? I thought I was the only one and I was terrified what you two would think of me."

Janet looked at her, astounded. Liz looked totally surprised and then almost had to stifle a laugh. "Is that what's been bothering you? Look, Jan and Barb, that's just natural. I felt the same. Think about it a second. Would you be turned on if the same thing had happened in front of a bunch of strangers?"

Both girls shook their heads and Liz went on, "Of course not. You two - or even me, for that matter - you two are not the 'stripper' type. You were turned on because what was happening to you was incredibly sexy and you enjoy sharing things with your friends. If we'd been with anyone else, not only would we not have enjoyed anything like that, but it would never have happened in the first place. Sure, some of it was just letting off steam after the pressure of the last few weeks and maybe even a little of it was the wine, but that was just the trigger. You know we - all six of us - like to make sexy remarks and raunchy suggestions and no one's ever thought anything bad about that." Again both girls nodded, now attentively hanging on each of Liz's words. "Look, there are people who would say we were bad, or even evil, for the things we did, but there are also a lot of people who think kissing or dancing or especially sex is also evil. If they want to live their lives like that, I don't care, but I don't have to believe they are more right in their beliefs than I am."

"You two both know that I'm an only child. My parents grew up during the late sixties. You know the 'free love revolution' and everything. Well, Mom and I have always been close and we talked about a lot of things. Among them was sex and what she did when she was my age. You've heard a lot of talk about the sixties, about how everyone in college used drugs and was into free sex, and so on. Well, there was some of that, but not nearly as much as you've probably been led to believe. For example, less than half of the college students then used any kind of drug, including pot. And there really wasn't as much 'free love' as everyone talks about. What did happen then, however, was that people became less afraid to talk about things. Just about as many couples had sex before marriage during the forties and fifties as during the sixties and seventies. There was maybe a little more because of the pill, but not a lot. But people were not quite as reluctant to talk about it. And one thing this did was to let people know that they weren't different after all. A lot of what really made the sixties revolution was just that things weren't kept hidden as much. Take skinny dipping. Most kids who grew up in the country had been swimming naked and in mixed groups. But no one talked about it. After the sixties people felt that this wasn't something they had to keep hidden. There's even a picture in a National Geographic book about the Appalachian Trail my parents have that shows a mixed group of backpackers splashing naked under a waterfall."

"All of us really enjoy sex. Right?" Again both girls nodded. "Well, we share other things we like to do. I'm not saying having sex is the same as eating pizza or such, but we all like each other and we like being able to talk about things without worrying if someone is going to think badly of us if we tell a dirty joke or make an off color remark. We're all happy, rather than jealous, when one of us has something go right. We like to be able to share things. Think about how you felt when you found out that others of us had tried some of the kinky sex stuff. It felt good to be able to talk about it and when someone found out a new technique, we all wanted to share it, right? Well, last night wasn't really any different, was it?"

Janet spoke at last. "It was just that I felt that there had to be something wrong with me for enjoying being watched. You're right that I wouldn't want anyone else watching, but I didn't mind if James or Rick saw me naked. It was a real turn on, just like looking at them was. I still love Charles and I don't think he's ready to give me up despite your magnificent body, Liz." The grin took any malice from the remark and Liz grinned back. "In fact, as long as you two, or the men, don't look down on me for it, I wouldn't even mind repeating the whole thing again tonight."

Barb was getting over her stunned look and added, "I feel pretty much the same way. I was sure I had to be sick and was almost ready to try to get James to talk you into going back today. But I'll admit I've never had a night as sexy as yesterday."

Liz grinned at them. "Well, I expect the guys are a little apprehensive that they got you into something you didn't really want to do last night. Maybe if you really feel you want to keep our, shall I say, more open atmosphere, we ought to do something to show the guys it's OK."

Barb and Janet both really smiled for the first time. "What did you have in mind?" Janet asked.

When the van pulled back up to the cabin, the three men got out and carried several more bags inside and into the kitchen. "Where are they?" Charles asked. "The place sounds empty."

"Probably outside," Rick answered. Let's get the stuff that needs it into the refrigerator and then go look for them."

They quickly put the food away and then headed out the back door. As soon as they were outside they could hear the girls down by the lake. They quickly went down the path and as they emerged onto the dock they saw all three women in the water and clinging to the edge of the wood. "Hi," Barb said. "It was getting hot and we decided to go for a swim."

Janet pulled herself up onto the dock and said, "Want to join us?"

The men seemed too frozen to answer as all three pairs of eyes stared at Janet. She was completely naked and made no attempt to cover herself. Just then Liz and Barb pulled themselves up onto the wood and stood next to Janet. Both were equally nude and unconcerned with it.

As the men stared, Barb grinned and said, "I think the males can't handle the sight of all our beauty. Just look at them."

"Well, then maybe we should give them a better view," Janet responded. The three women raised their arms and clasped their hands behind their heads and turned, bent, and wiggled themselves at the men.

Finally Rick broke the silence and said, "By all means. Come on, guys, let's join them." With that he began to strip, followed by the other two men.

For the next hour the six again played in the lake, splashing, feeling, and necking a little with their own partners. Finally they got out of the water and the girls picked up some large beach towels they had brought down with them. They used the towels to dry both themselves and their men and then, wrapping the towels around the two of them, the couples started back to the cabin with their arms around each other. When they got inside, each couple made their way to the beds they had used the previous night and soon the cabin was once more filled with the sounds of sex.

An hour later the two couples upstairs heard Rick and Liz move into the kitchen and took that as a sign that they were ready for company. A few minutes later they emerged from the bedrooms and made their way downstairs where they found Liz and Rick starting to get some lunch together. Everyone was once again dressed in shorts and shirts and everyone acted as though nothing unusual had happened.

While they were eating, Liz asked, "What do people want to do this afternoon?"

Charles immediately started, "I know what I want to do."

Janet interrupted him with, "Me, too, but we probably ought to let ourselves rest a little."

Everyone laughed and Charles went on, "Besides that, then. I thought it might be interesting to explore the woods around the lake a little. The weather still looks perfect. It's probably going to stay warm or hot until near sunset."

"That sounds like a great idea," James agreed. This was followed by murmurs of agreement from the others, so when lunch was finished, the six young people set out along a path leaving the cabin clearing along the lake shore to the south.

They spent the afternoon exploring the lakeshore for nearly a half mile and all through the bordering woods. The temperature did, indeed, warm up and soon the heat and rising humidity were causing the young people to begin to sweat heavily. At one point James stopped and took off his shirt. "That feels quite a bit better," he commented as the slight breeze cooled him. Charles and Rick quickly removed their own shirts and voiced their agreement.

Janet looked at the three men for a few seconds and then said, "Well, if you guys can, so can we," and quickly pulled off her own shirt. The cooling breeze hardened her nipples almost at once and she shivered slightly, either from the cool air or maybe just from the excitement. Barb and Liz were only seconds behind her in removing their own shirts.

For the rest of the afternoon all six hiked bare to the waist. At one point Charles leaned against Janet and said, "Not that I'm complaining - definitely not! - but what's gotten into you today?"

Janet giggled. "You should know that better than anyone," she said. After that every time Charles tried to bring up the subject again, she broke down in fits of giggling. He finally gave up and just enjoyed the sight of the three lovely young women.

As the sun began to sink into the trees across the far end of the lake, the three couples started back towards the cabin. An evening breeze sprang up and Liz stopped and said, "I hate to deprive you men of the view, but it's getting chilly." With this she put her shirt back on and was soon followed by the other two girls and also the three men.

When the sun went down in the mountains it cooled off quickly and when they got back inside, Barb said, "You guys get a fire going and we'll start supper." The men headed towards the fireplace while the three women dug through the new food supplies and found a frozen Lasagna which could be heated in the microwave. There was also a bag of tossed salad and some French bread which Barb proceeded to turn into hot garlic toast. They set the table in the big room and even found a couple of wine bottles with candles in them. By the time the fire was going and the food ready, Barb turned off all the lights and the six sat down at the table lighted by the two candles. Outside it was clear and even with the candlelight, stars were visible through the big windows.

The six ate in quiet companionship, talking about a variety of things. They found that everyone was going to be somewhat in the campus area during the summer: Barb and Rick were both taking a couple of courses. Janet and Liz each had her own apartment near the campus. James was staying at his Grandparents' farm in the country near there and Charles had a job in the vicinity. "At least we can probably get together a few times before August," Liz summed up. "Maybe even have a trip or some such."

When the meal was finished, the girls cleared the dishes and then everyone sat around for awhile longer talking and watching the growing darkness outside. Finally, one of the men asked, "Well, anyone for Trivial Pursuit again?"

Liz answered, "I don't think so tonight. Maybe we can find something else to play instead. Why don't you guys bring in some more firewood and we'll look and see what's on the shelves. There's a VCR, so maybe there are some tapes. Anyone interested in watching a movie?"

"That sounds like a plan," James said. "See if you can find one with a lot of sex and violence."

"I was thinking more of a nice romance," Barb said.

"As long as there are plenty of car chases and hot love scenes," Charles put in.

Laughing, the men went out to the woodpile while the three girls moved over to the cabinet beside the TV. "Ah, I was right," Liz said. "There are about a dozen tapes on the shelf here." She handed them over to the other two girls. "See if anything looks interesting."

Liz continued to look in the shelves while Barb and Janet looked over the tapes. There were several recent movies and some older classics. They were trying to agree on one when Liz suddenly said, "Well, well. What do we have here?" She turned around with four more tapes in her hand. These were commercial tapes but were in rather plain boxes without any pictures or descriptions on the outside. "Are you two interested in seeing some XXX adult stuff?"

Barb and Janet immediately turned towards her. "You mean real hardcore stuff?" Barb asked.

"Looks like it," Liz replied. "Ever see any of this type."

Barb looked a little embarrassed. "A couple of times. Actually I found them a turnon."

"Yeah, Rick and I watch that stuff every once in a while. It does seem to make things pretty hot. What about you, Janet?"

"I've never seen any of them," Janet admitted. "But I'm already turned on anyway, so if you two are game, it's fine with me. I wouldn't expect the men to object."

"I doubt it very much," Liz said, sarcastically. "Let's see, it says here that we have a couple from the "Campus Studs and Vixens" series."

"You sound like you're familiar with the series," Janet commented.

"Actually, I've never heard of it," Liz replied. "But it sounds like a sort of typical title. How about this one - "Kinky Kampus?"

Barb giggled. "Ok. Say, let's not tell the men. Here, give me the tape and I'll slip it into the box for this Harrison Ford show. See what they say when the movie starts."

The other two quickly agreed and put the extra tapes back on the shelves out of sight. Just then the men returned with several arm loads of wood which they dumped near the fireplace. Rick added a couple of logs, poking them into place.

Barb carried the tape over to the VCR and inserted it into the machine, shielding it with her body. Then she held up the box for the guys to see and said, "This one OK? I expect we'll find it kind of sexy."

The men let out a couple of good natured groans, but agreed. Before starting the tape, Barb turned off all the lights and lit a couple of candles in red glass holders which she set up on the mantle. Finally the three couples settled onto the couches and Barb pressed play.

Seconds later the screen opened with a panning shot of a large university campus and zoomed in towards what looked like a Frat House. The camera seemed to zoom through the walls and into a bedroom where a totally naked young woman was sitting astride an equally nude man lying on the bed. Everyone stared at the scene in silence as the woman began to ride the man in increasing excitement. Janet had never seen explicit sex films before and was glued to the action - not that anyone was looking away. She was surprised by the clear frontal nudity and was fairly sure that the couple was actually engaged in sex, not just acting like it. This was confirmed as the camera zoomed in on the woman's crotch and the man's penis was clearly shown sliding in and out of the woman's pussy. Finally one of the men said, "I don't think that's Harrison Ford."

"Would you rather we changed tapes, then?" Liz asked.

"By no means. This one is definitely all right. There might not be any violence, but I expect the sex will make up for it. Where did you get this?"

"Found it on the shelf," Liz said. "Along with a couple of others."

The action continued and as the couple exploded in what Janet thought might actually be real climaxes, a voice over started. The film appeared to be done like a pseudo documentary. "A large, midwestern university. ... Students exploring their sexually. ... etc." However, there was really no plot and the only purpose of the narration was to try to connect the ever more explicit and bizarre sex scenes. The film showed scenes of both men and women performing oral sex, a couple of supposed frat sex orgies, a sorority initiation where the women were spanked naked and then made to have sex with several frat men. There were a couple of bondage scenes and an anal sex scene that definitely looked real. The scene which surprised Janet the most, however, was one of a "frat initiation" where the three men were tied down, bent over chairs. Several women whipped their asses with leather belts and then, using plastic, strap on dildos, proceeded to fuck them in their asses.

The lighting was not always the best, there was no plot, and it was very doubtful if the film would win any awards for anything, but no one complained. Soon all three couples were busy with some heavy petting while the scenes unfolded and when the tape ended, no one was wearing much besides underpants. The atmosphere in the room had heated far more than could be explained by the fireplace.




The Club Pt. 02



Chapter 2 First Night

I spent the rest of that day sleeping and eating and the maid came and went at regular intervals. I felt no hostility towards this thing that served me but was irritated that it would not speak to me at all. It kept putting a finger to its lips and, at one stage, I really felt that it wanted to speak but couldn't for some reason be it discipline or vocal chords being cut. I have heard of this being done to some BDSM slaves once they have been indoctrinated.

It was late afternoon I think when she came for my tea tray. Certainly it was dark and the lights were on. This time though she returned after clearing the tray and I saw keys in her hand. My bonds were completely removed. She motioned me to follow her and, for the first time, I left by the open door. As I walked I felt the satin slide against my skin and I could tell that stubble was growing. I felt my chin and felt at least a day's growth, possibly more and the knickers were bunched around my genitals and creased. If I had been wearing this outfit for as long as two days it would need changing pretty soon.

Anyway, the maid turned right through another similar door and I realised that there was no staircase that I saw but one or two doors off the corridor that we had not used. Perhaps the stairs were behind one of those.

In the new room was a steaming bath and a bathroom with all mod cons. I relieved myself and thought with a start that I had automatically sat down to pee. After relieving myself I shed my camisole top and kicked off the knickers round my ankles. The maid recovered both garments and put them in a wash basket. I stepped into the bath water. It was deliciously hot and caressed my skin. The maid picked up a bottle off a cabinet and before I knew it she had emptied it into my bath water. The heady scent of lavender assailed my nostrils. It was sickly sweet and cloying and I felt a little sick as I now knew how far these people were going to go with my feminisation. I had obviously dabbled but mostly rubber and never with oils, scents and moisturisers although, as a guy I frequently used after shave and deodorant when quite a few of my mates didn't.

For the first time, I had a niggling doubt but it soon passed. I sat and immersed myself in the scented bath and my maid passed me some soap. As I soaped my arms and face I saw her drop to her knees and lean on the side of the bath. Her head was now inches from mine and I looked at her and her rubber mask. She leant forward and I heard her whisper "Later, we will talk later. Not now, they might be listening". Fingers to lips again but that voice was feminine! So my maid was a girl. I was pleased and not pleased at the same time. I really didn't want to share my feminine side with a girl, only myself. I had never wanted to be seen as a woman or even be one. I only dressed for the sexual side.

The bath progressed with me standing and using the highly scented soap and water on all my body. The maid then asked me to stand up and she proceeded to shave me from ears to shins using shaving soap and a Quattro razor. She was very expert and took enormous care around my genitals. Even my balls were shaved and then, when I turned round and leant against the tiles, my arse and even the crack was carefully shaven. 

I stepped out onto the bath mat and she carefully shaved my feet as well. She then spent an hour doing my nails. A full manicure and pedicure but no varnish although my toenails were already bright red anyway but my hands were natural. She tutted at my bitten skin and nails on my fingers but I was far too relaxed to take umbrage. My hair was dried with an electric dryer and when I fastened a towel around my waist she tutted again and refastened it around my chest. She led me back to my room and sat me down at the dressing table but this time I noted that a revolving stool was there and the chair was over in another corner. I looked in the dressing table mirror and saw my reflection. Nothing new there but I was tingling with anticipation and my skin was soft and delicate when I stroked myself.

Then my maid went over to a chest of drawers in the room and brought back what I knew was a make-up bag. So this was it! My first make-over.

First out of the bag were two breast forms. Two soft, shaped bags of silicon that welled over her fingers as she held them but never lost their shape. Glue was applied to them and then to my hairless breasts. First she fitted two plastic clips to my own nipples that were fastened inside the breast forms with short elastic cords. She struggled with that until I supported the breast forms in my own hands. They were cool to the touch. She did up the plastic clips so they pinched the skin and then applied the forms to my breasts and I heard the glue stick together. When she and I let the forms fall I felt the drag on my shoulders. When I scratched a sudden itch on my nose my arm brushed the form and it wobbled slightly and I felt the pull on my own nipple.

She spent a long time on my make up. My face felt increasingly tight as layer after layer was applied. Mascara and eyeliner, eyeshadow and blusher. Finally the lipstick and gloss and this new immaculate feminine face looked back at me from the mirror. I heard her move behind me and open the wardrobe. I was mesmerised by my own reflection and I felt so good! My skin glowed and my face and neck were even toned and smooth. My lips were full and bright glossy red. My new breasts moved with me and swayed gently. 

Then my maid gave the crowning touch by placing a dark copper brown wig on me, As I felt the page boy flicks graze my cheek and the fringe touch my newly arched eyebrows ( did I tell you how that hurt? ) I felt myself succumb to the feminine appearance that stared back at me from the mirror. The new me. At a gesture from my maid, I stood up, my breasts swaying and she took a hanger from the wardrobe and on it was a sheer white nightdress. Halter neck, with two silver belts sewn into the fabric, one at just under bust height and one at waist height. The right side was slit to the waist. I really wished I didn't have a paunch for this garment. The maid now pushed my testicles painfully into my groin and I felt them slide up inside me. I later learned that doing this regularly made it easier. My flaccid cock was then effectively squeezed back between my legs by the special panties that she slid up my legs. Very feminine and satin with lace trim but tight and with a concealed pouch for my cock. Erections would be difficult and my testicles were uncomfortable.

I donned the exquisite nightie and swished and sashayed around the room feeling utterly feminine for the first time with my hairless legs swishing the fabric and my breasts swaying but under control. I could even see the outline of nipples protruding through the fabric over my new bust. My maid produced some stiletto heeled fluffy mules from somewhere and I paraded in them. I could do no more than embrace her and hug her taking care not to disturb my make up and gorgeous wig. I felt really good!!

The maid left and came back a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. She helped me to enter the satin sheeted bed and plumped up pillows and cushions so that I was propped up in bed like a true lady. I certainly felt like one as I sipped my wine.

All of a sudden and without a word my maid stood up, undid a zip at her crotch exposing her sex. I could see her gloved fingers wet with her own juices. She pulled off the duvet that covered me and quickly lifted my nightie and pulled down the panties. My cock was as surprised as I was and stayed limp. I felt her hand on my cock as she gently circled it and stroked it. Her other hand went for her own sex and I saw her insert a finger into her vagina. I even heard a slight wet sucking sound and my cock instantly responded and grew into her hand. My testicles popped out of their confinement as they squeezed up under my erect cock. She gave a little sigh and then a series of heavy breaths with a small moan. Her head dipped and I saw her lips part as she took my cock head into her mouth. I felt the warmth and moisture as her lips slid down my member. I felt her gag as my balls hit her rubber clad chin. She lifted her mouth off my cock and swiftly climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I saw my erect cock at her entrance, felt her juices mingle with her spit and my cock slowly slid into her warmth as she slowly lowered herself onto me. We both sighed in unison. She leaned forward and I felt my cock bend and touch her vagina walls and the gap at the base allowed her juices to flow out and soak my hairless balls.

She whispered in my ear " Tomorrow is a busy day for you and I will not be there to look after you." " I wanted to do this.....I just....wanted...." I heard her moan as she lifted herself and slid down again on my soaked cock. I could feel her juices flowing almost like a stream and each stroke pumped more out of her. So much that I could feel a pool gathering around my arse and soaking the sheets. She lifted herself and lowered herself with ease and I heard the sucking noises from her vagina. I have never been with a woman who was so wet. I loved it! I felt my cock start to tingle and harden with each stroke. I looked at her rubber dolly face and I could see her eyes boring into mine as she practised her art. She shifted her knees and put her gloved hands on her thighs and I watched her clothes stretch and wrinkle as she moved and her skirt rustled as it settled over my abdomen and was lifted off with each stroke.

She lifted slow and came down fast and increased the tempo as she did. With a shattering roar and a white hot stream of cum I climaxed inside her as she rested at the bottom of the umpteenth stroke. I heard her sigh deeply and I felt her thighs twitching and felt her vagina walls spasming against my oozing cock as she milked me of every last drop of cum.

She lifted off me and my soaking wet limp cock splatted against my abdomen and I realised that the front of my beautiful nightie was soaked in cum and juices as was the sheet and the nightie underneath. My nightie and bedclothes were basically ruined and would need laundering. I wondered what else there was to wear. Certainly there was no escaping the wet bedding. The damp patch was huge and still spreading. My maid sprung up and without zipping herself up and with juices all over her legs she walked out of the door. I even heard a slurp and a vaginal fart. The door closed and I heard the lock close. I suddenly felt cold and very cheap. Made up like a tart with a wig and a nightie with wet cum stains back and front, my dick and balls all sticky cold and wet and a cold wet patch across my bed.

I searched the room and although I found the make up bag and my abandoned panties there was no trace of anything else in terms of towels, tissues or make up remover. Already, my pillow was smeared with make up and a look in the mirror suggested that my make up was a bit of a mess in places. I tried to repair the damage but with no real luck.

It was really cold now and I shivered in the thin nightdress. I put the panties back on and adjusted my tackle. At least it kept the cold wetness of the nightie off me. I could do nothing about the sheet and when I lifted it, it was obvious that it had soaked into the mattress as well and, as such, would not benefit from being left off or turned around.

I spent a miserable night lying in a cold puddle and in the middle of the night I cried a little, I felt so miserable. Even the breast forms were a nuisance, dragging at my chest and uncomfortable unless held.

I slept fitfully and even after my orgasm, frustrated.

Chapter 3 The Nightmare Journey

I was rudely awoken by two women I had never seen before. Before I had a chance to really awaken, I felt a collar locked around my neck. They put my mules on my bare feet and then pulled me upright. I felt a springy leather belt go round my waist and the clink of a chain before my hands were handcuffed in front of me. I lifted my hands but was unable to do so. I was in a transit belt. A ball gag was pushed into my mouth and strapped behind my head. A dog leash chain was clipped to my collar and without further ado I was pulled through the bedroom door and along the corridor. I spotted another door ajar and as the leading woman pushed it open I saw a narrow staircase leading downwards.

It was bare wood and very narrow wooden un - carpeted and steep. I was being hurried along by the lead woman who had the benefit of a handrail and was wearing trainers, jeans and a T shirt. I was wearing heels and they clattered on the wood as I tried to keep my balance and transit the stairs in my full length nightie without the use of my hands. At one point I caught a heel in the hem and because I wasn't allowed to stop and disentangle it, I heard it rip and, at the same time, I heard and felt the top of the side split part and the seam started to unravel. I was still in a wig and full but smeared make up. I must have looked a sight dressed in a stained, ripped nightie as well.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and a wooden door. The lead woman opened it. We were outside in the open air and obviously at the back of a large house overlooking gravel and grass fields. I could see a copse at the far side of the field next to the house. It was cool, overcast and the ground was wet from recent rain. I shivered in my thin nightie and grunted into my gag. I felt the torn hem of my nightie snag on something and again, no chance to sort out the tangle. I felt the nightie go tight and expose my legs and the side seam parted a little more. My clothes were being ripped from me! I stopped and the lead woman pulled me roughly and I felt the woman behind me both pick a handful of the nightie and push me as she yanked the nightie. I heard it rip again as I stumbled forward. I thought I would fall but the lead woman lifted the leash and I felt the chain tighten and the collar bind as I was held up. I regained my balance without falling but felt my feet splash into a muddy puddle and the water went up my legs. As I stumbled on I could feel the hem of the nightie drag through the puddle.

I was dragged onto the grass and a faint track leading towards the copse was visible in the wet grass. The ground was smooth but I could feel my heels sinking into the ground and I had to walk as much on my toes as I could. I could feel the strain on my calves. Now I knew why women never wore heels on soft ground. It started to rain. The women gave a curse in some foreign tongue and started to move quicker. At one stage they were holding me either side and almost running. I felt rivulets of rain running down my cleavage and soaking my nightie which then started to feel heavy and cling to me. I could feel my wig getting wet and the rain ran off it onto my face and shoulders. My make up started to run. I was cold, wet and miserable.

We entered the copse and the rain stopped although the trees still dripped. The path was bare mud and we skirted some of the worst puddles and mud although my nightie hem was trailing now and I felt it getting heavy with mud. Then we came to a crossing track. This was wide, about 10 feet and was badly churned mud. It was obvious that both vehicles and livestock had passed this way and it was a veritable sea of churned thick mud. I could see on the far side that there was a deep and liquid mud puddle that we had no choice but to cross as the vegetation on either side of the track was thick and impenetrable.

Another guttural curse from the woman and this time they actually conversed in low tones. Obviously they were not dressed for crossing this track and their trainers were muddy.

The lead woman pulled out a mobile and walked back down the track as she dialled a number. I couldn't hear what she was saying apart from the opening 'Hi, it's me....' in a thick accent. The other woman picked up my leash and stood there holding it. I looked down at my beautiful nightdress and saw that it was wet, stained, ripped and mud spattered. Even as cold as I was I felt sad that this garment had been ruined. It started to rain again. I could hear it spatter in the muddy track and the trees above.

The lead woman returned. The next part was unexpected. I was led back down the path about three yards and my leash was wrapped around a stout tree trunk and fastened with a carabiniere. With that the two women turned tail and hurried away. I was alone in bondage in a wood, God alone knows where, dressed in a ripped nightie and a wig with smeared make up and high heels and it was raining. I was wet, cold and unutterably miserable. I voiced my misery through the gag to no avail. I was alone with the dripping woods. After quite a short while my nightie was completely soaked and I felt a trickle of water in my panties which, up to now had been dry. The rain teemed down and the trees dripped.

I don't know how long I was there but I became aware that I was also starving not having had any breakfast. After a while the rain stopped but the trees were still dripping. The place was silent except every now and again the undergrowth would move at some distance. The sun came out and filtered through the leaves and I felt its warmth through my soaked nightie.

Although I was worried I was also exhilarated and possibly, slightly turned on. This was not what I had in mind for myself but it was thrilling to be feminised, dressed, made up and wet and trashed at the same time. Like a wet dream, literally. I had often wanted a woman to be like this for me and had often researched and looked at the WAM images on the web. Now I know what it felt like to actually be that woman. Tied to a tree, scantily clad, wet, clinging nightdress, completely vulnerable to any passing man who wished to take advantage of me. I wriggled my body and felt the wet cloth slither and cling as my breasts swayed. I felt my imprisoned wet cock stir.

All that went away as I heard someone coming, crashing through the undergrowth. It was a man coming from the direction of the house. He was wearing wellingtons and a waxed jacket and had a walking stick. I didn't really look at his face but recall it to be ruddy. I heard him stop behind me and he was breathing heavily. I was frightened now. I was in unknown territory here. My vulnerable state was so overwhelming that I became completely submissive, incapable of resistance, resigned to my fate. I felt him touch my bum through the wet cloth, caress it and my brain went on hold. I felt the knife tip on my spine and his hand take hold of my nightie as the tip went through the fabric and pricked my coccyx. I felt and faintly heard the razor sharp knife part the fabric from the top of my arse crack to the bottom including my panties. I heard the knife click closed and the sound of a zipper. Without any warning or preparation he rammed his rigid cock up my arse. I screamed through the gag. He immediately started furious pumping and, locked together, we stumbled forward until I was against the tree trunk. He pumped wildly in my arse and I felt alternately full and empty. The initial pain went away to be replaced by a dull and thrilling ache as his cock pummelled my prostate. I felt myself spread my legs and the wet nightie strained and clung to my right leg as the loose hem was slapped against my ankles. I felt my flaccid but aroused cock dribbling pre cum and then I felt his hot cum coat my insides. I had been raped and my virginity taken. I was both exalted and humiliated at the same time. I felt his cock go limp and he withdrew. He used the nightie to clean himself of his cum and my shit and I heard the zipper again. I moaned into my gag as his cum oozed from my crack and soaked into the nightie. I brought my legs together and felt warm liquid spurt from my arse. I felt very dirty and abused.




The Club Pt. 02



The following week had somehow dragged and flown by at the same time. We were both incredibly excited at the prospect of a room at The Club and I'd shown you the pictures of what might be in store for us. Your response had been amazing and utterly arousing, fucking me hard in front of the PC as you stared at the different rooms. 

There were about a dozen rooms, each one quite different to each other. Some were luxurious and plush, others more like a brutal prison cell. We found a few quite absurd as neither of tastes ran that way, but the majority of them offered up some delicious opportunities. Each room effectively had several pieces of furniture that could be used and a large chest containing toys and accessories that maintained the theme. My mind ran wild thinking of the fun I could have with you, especially in the prison cell type room, with its cage offering especially delicious routes for my mind to wander. 

We had arranged to skype on the Wednesday night with N. I set the camera on a pile of books on the dining table, so that it was higher than the laptop screen and waited. I glanced over to you and found myself staring at your gorgeous face. You were biting your lip nervously, obviously keen to see N again and perhaps apprehensive too. We hadn't really talked about what to expect from this call, but I couldn't help but notice you had your favourite underwear on and your shirt that I had bought you was unbuttoned alluringly. 

You caught me staring at your wonderful cleavage and shyly went to cover yourself up. I pushed your hand to one side. Locking my eyes onto yours my hand reached down and began to undo a further button, so that your shirt would open beyond your bra. You widen your eyes in a halfhearted plea for me to stop and not expose you this way. My glare allows for nothing but compliance and you dip your head compliantly allowing your cleavage to be gloriously on display. 

Finally the familiar burr of the Skype ringtone broke our eye contact. I smiled reassuringly to you and clicked to answer the call. There was a slight pause before N appeared on our screen. She appeared to be in on an ornate sofa, lots of cushions and padding. Her hair was down, it had a slight curl to and ran over her neck and onto her shoulder. She was dressed in a sheer dressing gown, barely held together by the thin belt placing her breasts framed by the thin fabric on display. Her feet were tucked up beside her, a flash of pale thigh just covered by the fabric. 

She looked good, really fucking good, and both our minds ran to the previous weekend. "Hi!" we all said simultaneously and then laughed. 

"You're both looking good." she said, before grinning and taking a sip of wine from an ornate glass beside her. "You'll be pleased to know my master has kindly unlocked my belt." Her eyes traced down her body, and although it took me a moment I realised her hips were moving freely, without the tight chastity belt that had restrained her when we'd met her in The Club. Through the dressing gown we can clearly make out her green silk knickers, wrapped around her wiggling hips. 

"Does it feel good to be free N?" I ask, enjoying the way you are captivated by her, your beautiful eyes locked lustfully on her barely clothed body. As N nods happily to my question I run the back of my hand gently over your cheek, your head instinctively dipping in and pushing against it, your fingers deliciously parting as my finger traces over them. N has gotten a little closer to her screen and is watching intently as you close your eyes, and take my finger into your warm soft mouth. You know N and I are gazing lay intently at your pretty mouth and you want so much to please us. 

Your tongue is skilful, soft and yet firm as it circles the tip of my finger slowly, caressing it. My cock is incredibly stiff, aching to be inside your amazing mouth, to feel your tongue caressing and worshipping the hard shaft. I tear my eyes off you for a moment and drag them to the screen, to see N staring intently, her legs parted wide and her hand massaging her pussy through the fabric of her knickers. I smile to myself, thinking that maybe N is in the mood for a show, and that you are in the mood to provide one. Still with my finger deep in your mouth, your tongue and teeth teasing it, I stand and unzip my trousers. I release my rock hard shaft from my boxers and guide it towards your already full mouth. 

You open your eyes as I slide my finger out, my finger pushing down on your jaw so you can open wider for my cock. I watch as your eyes glance to the screen and widen as you see N working her clit and her other hand toying with her hard nipple. You freeze slightly, wildly turned on but feeling slightly vulnerable and shy. I figure that it is best to make you focus on pleasuring my cock before you become too self aware and edge the bulging head between your lips, which part instinctively, deliciously. 

I guide my rock hard shaft deeper, allowing the wet warmth of your wonderful to envelop me, loving the way it feels, somehow making my already hard cock stiffer. Your hand reaches up to caress my balls as you bob your head, taking my cock deeper in shallow strokes. I smile at the way you have lost yourself in the task at hand and my hands run through your hair. A stifled moan makes me look up at the screen to see N's hand now inside her knickers and thrusting inside. Her eyes are full of lust and need as she watches you expertly suck me, and I feel my cock twitch inside your mouth. 

You saw your teeth delightfully over my iron-like shaft and firmly cup my balls. I can feel my climax building and begun to thrust deep into your throat, captivated by the amazing site of the long slow thrusts into your hungry mouth. Clearly N is appreciating this as her moans are getting louder and more urgent, her hand now a blur on her hard wet clit. I slide my cock out of your mouth and your hand leaves my balls, grips my wet shaft and pumps hard.

I grab a handful of your hair, tilting your head so I can see your beautiful eyes as I come. I gasp, pause and come hard, my hot come spilling over your lips and chin. N comes too, squealing loudly and lustfully, clearly grateful to be freed from the confines of her chastity belt. Your eyes are full of love and lust and no little shyness, and I bend in and kiss your eyelids lovingly. My eyes roam over your face, loving the look of my come on you, lustfully enjoying how some fell unnoticed over your exposed cleavage and I consider running my fingers through it and over your breast. 

The reverie was broken by a commotion the other side of the call as a deep, angry, male voice had interrupted the aftershocks of Ns climax. Her master had returned home and was clearly displeased. I had, of course, confirmed the Skype call with him, but clearly he had expected N to restrain from pleasuring herself and save her climax for him that night. He was a well built man, handsome even and I couldn't begrudge your eyes fixing on him. As cross as he was he was clearly in control of his emotions, and even as N threw herself to his feet, her dressing gown shedding in the process, he retained a steely composure. 

He demanded to know what she was doing and whether she had the right to come without his permission. She agreed that she shouldn't have even considered it, that watching you suck me off had been too much to bear and that she deserved to be punished. At that I felt my cock spring back to life, and I ran my hand over your thigh to test your response. As N's master picked her up by the arms and made her kneel on her sofa, braced against the back of it your legs part allowing my fingers to apply pressure on the seam of your jeans. Your hips ground upon me a little as we watch N being posed. There could be no doubt that she had a wonderfully proportioned ass, and as it was exposed by her knickers being yanked down I switched positions, levering you up so that you sit on my firm hand, your legs straddling the chair a little as you tilt forward, forcing my finger to crush your clit. 

N's master had now finished his preparations and stood to one side, his hands stroking her exposed ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fleeting delicious finger marks. You begin to grind down on me a little firmer enjoying what we're watching, although you freeze with the first crisp spank that he administers. I circle my finger firmly upwards and a muffled gasp escapes you. He begins to pick up a steady, slow rhythm. Her ass is pinking up most alluringly, and he ensures his blows fall evenly on both cheeks. 

N is clearly enjoying herself whilst undoubtedly feeling the pain of the slowly harder strikes. Her cries are that delicious mix of squeal and moan, and every now and then he runs his hand briefly between her thighs much to her delight. As we watch captivated by her punishment you grind hard down on my hand, forcing your clit over my fingers, the seam on your jeans helping add extra pressure. His blows on her now red ass are quickening, they sound deliciously firm, Ns cries louder and louder. She sounds close to climax and your ragged breathing makes me think you're not too far away either. 

You're not watching any more, merely listening to her coming hard from her beating. Your head is down, your eyes closed, your arms braced against the table, your clit crushed against my fingers. You gasp, bite your lip, and the shudder with pleasure. N screams loudly, her masters blow landing on her wet clit much to her obvious pleasure. N comes loudly, and as I glance up I can see her body shaking with pleasure. As she moans you grind hard and begin to come too. I encourage you, telling you I want you to come hard for me. 

You push down with one last great effort and let go, coming powerfully, moaning deliciously. Your body spasms as your climax runs through you, and I lean in and bite your ear as I circle my fingers a little to wring out as much pleasure for you as I can. As you come down you lean into to me and I move my hand and wrap my arm around you. N is still in position and panting but her master is off screen, only to reappear completely naked, his impressive erection at a right angle. 

That's the last we see though, as he cuts the connection at that point. I check that you're ok, having performed so wonderfully for me I wanted to let you know that I care deeply for you and your happiness. I wrap you in a huge hug and take you up to bed so that you can fall asleep in my arms. 

It's an agonising wait for our Saturday night appointment. I spend the week trying to finely balance increasing your anticipation without making it overly burdensome. I make you come through the week but not too hard, making sure you feel cared for but whetting your appetite for something explosive. Over our time together I'd found the best way to make you outrageously horny was to show you how much I loved and cared for you, to remind you how wonderfully sexy and desirable you are. I dedicated these days to making sure you understood how hot you were so that you walked through that heavy velvet curtain full of the confidence you deserve. 

Finally Saturday afternoon came around and, after a light dinner I sent you upstairs to get changed as I tidied up. I had laid out a pretty dark purple, backless dress for you, skimpy black knickers and black hold ups, with a mid height black patent heel shoe to wear. You put them on, admiring the new dress, the way it hugs and flaunts your body, although it's a little shorter than you'd choose by yourself. You smile knowing how much this outfit will please me, and your pussy begins to warm at the thought of me being unable to resist taking advantage of you. 

Your mind wanders unbidden and you think about rubbing your clit through your knickers right now just to take away some of the tension you're feeling. You listen to hear for me, and satisfied I'm not about to walk up the stairs you lean against the wall and run your hand over your hips and directly onto your already twitching clit. You'd not pleasured yourself for maybe a fortnight and so your fingers felt good as they circled over your clit. They worked swiftly and firmly, barely giving your mind time to fix on a mental image as they drove you to climax. 

Unable to construct a scenario or image your mind wandered on its own and you were quickly presented with the unbidden thought of N, her legs spread, her hand working hard, and your mouth there too. As your hand firmly works your clit you can't escape the thought of my cock pounding inside you, my hand strong on the back of your neck and your tongue on her clit. You come, quietly but surprisingly satisfyingly, and your shoulders instantly relax a little. You grin at your secret climax, straighten down your dress and feel the glow of your climax spread through your body. You feel a little more ready. 

The taxi journey flies by with you wrapped up in my arms watching the night whizz by the window. As we walk into The Club my hand is warm and reassuring on your exposed back. We head to the main room to wait for N, and to calm our nerves a little. We edge through the plush curtains once more and drink in the opulent scene. You stop still, eyes darting around from the floor show to a booth where several men were tormenting a woman strapped to their table, to the pretty, scantily clad waitresses. My hand drives and steers you towards the bar, and I sit you on a high stool. 

I order some wine for us from the handsome barman and squeeze your thigh reassuringly. I leave my hand there, at the point where your short skirt finishes and idly stroke your toned legs a little. I squeeze possessively, making sure your focus is on me and I instruct you to watch the woman on the table. The three men around her had subdued her and strapped her wrists down to the metal loops on the table. Both her breasts and hard nipples were exposed and each was being held firmly between firm teeth, whilst the third man was probing underneath her skirt. The tormentors enjoyment was clear to see, their trousers bulging under their immense erections. 

Her hips were writhing and grinding in pleasure and desire for more. You turn towards me, your eyes wide with a pleading to be allowed to turn away from the scene, with maybe just a hint of lust and arousal. Just as I was about to turn you back to watch her skirt being hitched N sidled up to us and sat next to you. 

She looked stunning, her hair down and not dissimilar to how it had looked on the mid week Skype call. She wore a pretty purple dress with a plunging neckline that accentuated her breasts immaculately. She ordered a drink from the bartender and turned to see what we were watching. She followed our gaze to the now nearly naked woman having her breasts and pussy simultaneously teased. She placed her hand high on your thigh, mirroring mine and leaning in whispered "Maybe one day B," With that she stood and said "but tonight I believe we have an appointment". She strode towards a curtained door on the other side of the room and we both followed, expectantly, obediently. 

The rooms were allocated by a kind of lottery. N and I had asked to avoid a few rooms, but of the 8 or so that were still available we didn't know which one we would be in. I gave the doorman my name and we were led silently down a long corridor to a door marker with a large, brass number 4. We were left there, and after exchanging glances I turned the handle and motioned you to go through. 

I followed the two of you, admiring the wonderful curve of your ass, and closed the door behind us, sliding the bolt across to ensure we wouldn't be disturbed. The carpet in the room is thick and soft, the wallpaper embossed and luxurious, the furniture ornate and a mix of ivory and gold colours. A quick scan of the room and it is clear that it is a dressing room, with open wardrobes and chests showing a range of opulent clothes. Some look formal and somehow aristocratic whilst others are clearly lower class clothes. My mind racing and heart pounding I struggle to sound confident and compelling but manage a convincing "B, stay there and I will select your clothing." 

After a very quick rummage through a hanging rail I find what I am looking for, and drape it over a chair in the corner. You look startled for a moment as you realise what I am expecting next, but N intervenes and sidles up behind you, kissing you unexpectedly on the back of your neck. Your eyes widen and instinctively close as you smile, and your wonderfully natural reaction makes my cock stiffen immediately. 

I close in and kiss you as N kisses over your shoulders, pulling the straps of your dress with her. Within a moment or two your dress is unzipped over your incredible ass and is crumpled on the floor. My hand runs down over your chest and cups your perfect breast, your hard nipple between my thumb and finger. As we kiss N fetches the outfit I had selected and guides you to step into the opened up outfit on the floor. She lifts it up to your waist and then I bring the flimsy lacy front section over your breasts and tie it behind your neck. Finally N attaches something light in your head. I stand back and indicate you should spin slowly. 

You cringe but obey, your eyes closed but yet you still feel our lustful stares burning on you. I murmur my approval and open up a door into an inner room, turn on the dimmed elegant lights and instruct you to wait there as N and I will get changed now. I instruct you to adopt my preferred standing pose with your hands clasped behind your back, your legs a shoulder width apart and once you have satisfied my demand I close the door behind me. As the door closes it reveals a large mirror and you finally see that you are stood in an opulent bedroom dressed as the sluttiest of maids. 

You hear murmured voices from the other room as you stand obediently, waiting, your heart racing, your pussy getting wet with excitement even as you tell yourself to stop being so sluttish. Your eyes drink in the surroundings, the huge four posted bed on the other side of the room, the large couch and footstool near you, the mirrors and pictures adorning the walls - it was just about the most luxurious room you'd ever been in. 

Finally the door opened and I walked through, closing it behind me. Your eyes lock onto me, I have an incredibly well tailored suit on, a dark navy colour, with black shoes. I look handsome, powerful and I stalk around you, my eyes devouring you as you struggle to return my gaze. As I admire you I discuss with you the rules that N and I had agreed as I changed, that you had a safeword but that beyond that you were our servant, to do as you were told and should you chose to disobey then you were likely to be punished. You confirmed you understood, and I made you repeat your safeword. As you did, the door opened once more and N walked in. 

She had dispensed with her dress, and instead wore a tight cream bodice, with fine detail over the torso. It constricted her tightly, her breasts pushed up and looking plump and alluring, and stopped just at the curve of her ass. She wore lacy cream knickers, a light cream pull up and cream patent pointed high heels. Her hair was down still and she had found some long strings of pearls to wear too. Suddenly she was all you could look at as she stood, brazenly in front of you, drinking in how amazingly hot you looked too. 

"Now then B, both N and I have been incredibly disappointed with your work recently" I say sternly, your head dipping in submission. Your eyes closed focussing only on the rich deep sound of my voice taking you to a more submissive space. "You need to be reminded of your place, and that you are here to serve us however we choose" I slowly approach you from behind, your neck and back deliciously exposed for me. 

"We intend to use you for our pleasure B, because you are ours to do with as we wish, is that understood B?" You manage to mumble a "yes sir" and as you do so I place a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. Your skin prickles at the soft warmth of my mouth, and you instinctively arch backwards for more. I oblige, interspersing kisses with whispers of how you need to be treated, how a misbehaving servant must learn how to behave. You are already lost in a daze of submission and arousal, even before my hands trace over your waist and up towards your breasts. I look over your shoulder towards N who is captivated by the scene, watching your writhe and get so incredibly turned on by me.




The Club Pt. 02



Once the tape ended, it was several minutes before the couples broke apart enough to notice each other. When they did, no one seemed to be bothered by the near nudity of their own or the others. Finally, Charles - his breath coming in short, rapid bursts, asked, "You said there were others?"

Liz, showing her own excitement, said, "About three. Want another one?" This was met with a chorus of approval and she untangled herself from Rick and went back over to the shelves. As she passed in front of her, Janet noticed that Liz was now completely naked and glancing over at Rick, saw he was the same. Rather than being bothered, Janet found that she was even more turned on by this.

Liz quickly returned with another cassette and slipped it into the VCR. "This was on top," she said, and pushed play.

The title filled the screen: "Welcome to the Club."

The first scene opened showing three couples in a small, windowless room, perhaps in a basement. One of the couples was fully dressed, and was standing in front of the other two, almost as though they had been conducting a class. The other two couples were seated, facing them, and all wore only tight, skimpy bathing suits. They also had their hands tied behind their backs.

The woman in the front was speaking. "All right, Pledges. In a few minutes you will be done with your last regular pledge meeting and have only the initiation before you become full members of Beta Delta Sigma Mu."

"BDSM," Liz murmured out loud.

The woman on the screen continued. "Saturday starts spring break and your initiation will take the first three days. The Greeks usually have a 'Hell night." We have three full days. You will report here, wearing your standard pledge uniform" - She indicated their current Speedos and string bikinis. - "at seven o'clock Saturday morning and be taken to our dungeon. Don't expect to be back before late Tuesday or even Wednesday."

The man spoke. "Now all we have left is to take care of this week's demerits. I believe you've each earned twenty-five. OK, front and center."

The four pledges stood and awkwardly walked to the front of the room. There they moved slightly to the side and stood facing an eight foot pole, padded with a rolled blanket, running horizontally about two and a half or three feet off the floor.

"Assume the position," the dressed man said. At this each pledge spread his or her feet about two feet apart and bent forward over the padded bar until his or her head was lower than the bar, which pressed against his middle, leaving his ass high in the air. Both the man and woman picked up long, wood 'frat' paddles and moved beside two of the pledges. They then began to deliver a series of hard spanks to the thinly clad bottoms, the sharp cracks of wood against flesh clearly heard, even above the cries of the victims. The spanking was cross sex: the woman spanked the two male pledges while the man paddled the two women.

When the spanking was over, the reddened skin around the small suits was clearly visible and Janet decided that this probably had been a real spanking. The hands were then untied and the four pledges left as the scene faded to black.

The next scene faded open showing the four pledges, again dressed in the skimpy bathing suits, getting their hands once more tied and having blindfolds carefully applied. They were led over to a closed van and helped inside. As the van pulled out, followed by another car, the scene faded once more and dissolved into a shot of the van and car pulling up in front of an old, large, isolated house. The pledges, still tied and blindfolded, were helped out by the man and woman from the first scene and made to stand in a row.

"All right," the man began, "you are now ready to begin your formal initiation. First has anyone changed his or her mind? This will be your last chance to back out."

When no one answered, he went on. "OK, it's now ten on Saturday morning. Your initiation will last until six o'clock Tuesday afternoon. During this time you will be kept in some form of bondage and you will be completely naked. Plegemistress, will you help me with these pledges?"

The woman came over to join him and they began to undress the pledges of the opposite sex. This obviously didn't take much and soon the four were completely naked except for their blindfolds. Their hands were untied and padded leather cuffs were fitted to wrists and ankles. The wrist cuffs were then once again attached behind backs.

While undressing the pledges the two had let their hands roam a little, stroking breasts or cocks or asses. The two men were half hard and the women's nipples could clearly be seen standing out.

Now the man and woman led the four naked, bound pledges into the house and the scene faded into a shot of the six coming through a small door into another room. This appeared to be a large room, probably a basement rec room. Inside were seen a variety of bondage and punishment devices as well as two more dressed couples. "I see all our members are now present," the Pledgemaster said. "We will begin by teaching these pledges the taste of the whip."

The four pledges were led to the center of the room where each had his feet tied to rings in the floor, spreading his legs about two feet apart. Hands were then attached to the ends of two foot bars which were pulled up by chains hanging from the ceiling. When the pledges were each stretched taut, the six members gathered around them and began to tease and stimulate them sexually. With the blindfolds still in place, no pledge could anticipate touches or tell who was touching and soon all four were straining in the throws of sexual excitement.

After several minutes of this treatment the four members who had been waiting in the room each picked up a multitailed whip. The whips had lashes about a foot and a half long attached to twelve inch wood handles. The tails looked to be about an inch wide and appeared to be of soft leather or suede. They began to apply the lashes to the four bare asses, starting softly and increasing in intensity. While the soft leather didn't do any real damage, it was soon obvious that the strokes stung and began to cause the pledges to cry out. The tormentors began to widen their targets and the lashes began to fall on backs and thighs. Soon the pledges also began to receive strokes on their bare fronts: chests and breasts and even light strokes on the genitals.

The whipping went on for ten minutes or more and then the four put down their instruments and began to use their fingers and tongues on the pledges. Soon the two male pledges were having their cocks wildly sucked while the two male members were busy licking and sucking the women to repeated orgasms.

For the next hour and a half the tape showed the pledges undergoing a variety of "tortures" including more whippings and the application of a variety of paddles. They had clothes pins and other clamps attached to their nipples and weights were hung from these as well as from the men's balls and pussy clamps were put on the women. They were bound in a variety of positions, had hot candle wax dripped over their bodies and were used sexually in an incredible variety of ways. All action was heterosexual, but Janet saw some things she hadn't even imagined. The pledges were always bound in some way, usually blindfolded and always naked. Most of the time the regular members were also nude. Janet watched as the girls were fucked in all three holes, sometimes two at a time. She saw the women use strap-on dildos on the men while they were busy eating another woman. There was even one scene where the four were bound bent over a rail and given enemas.

Janet did seem to notice that the one common thing throughout was that everyone seemed to love everything that was happening. Janet was pretty sure the action was real and not faked, but the pledges seemed to even like receiving the whippings and other torments. And she was sure the sexual excitement and action were real. There was no question in her mind that the orgasms of the women were real and, in the case of the men, there could be no doubt in anyone's mind.

The film finally concluded with a scene in which the pledges were once more stretched from ceiling chains. Dildos were mounted on stands and pushed into the asses of the four victims. Clamps were applied to nipples and the four were whipped severely. Then each was taken down and, one at a time, was bound face up to a long table where each was fucked intensely by a member. Afterwards, the blindfolds were removed, the pledges untied, and the film ended with the words "Welcome to the club."

As the film had progressed the three couples watching had become more and more excited themselves and had begun engaging in more and more intimate activities. When the film finally ended, all six were completely naked and were either, as were Liz and Rick, actually fucking, or at least engaged in oral and manual sex.

After the tape was over it was a good forty minutes before anyone even thought to turn off the TV. By this time all three girls had been fucked a couple of times. Once or twice during this time, the thought had crossed Janet's mind that she was here, naked, with her boyfriend and four other naked people, all involved with sex and giving no thought to whether or not the others were watching them.

At last as some of the action began to slow down, the couples looked around and seemed to notice each other. Still, to her own surprise, Janet, as well as the others, didn't seem to be bothered by what had happened. The girls grinned at each other and the guys gave thumbs up signs. Liz broke the silence with, "And reporting to you live from the orgy is ..." This broke everyone up and as their laughter calmed down, they sat up and realized that they were totally unselfconscious with their nudity.

The fire had died down and James gave Barb a hard French kiss and then stood to put some more wood on it 

Barb stood up and said, "I'm thirsty. Would anyone else like a coke?"

Several said they would and the three women started towards the kitchen to get them. As they moved across the room to the door a whistle sounded. The three women responded with extra wiggles which brought more whistles of appreciation.

When they returned with the drinks, everyone sat around the fire and talked, each couple on their own couch. After another hour, Janet yawned. This brought a similar response from Rick and Barb. Liz said, "You guys are welcome to stay here by the fire but I'm afraid only one of the couches opens out."

"Thanks," Barb replied, "but I think we'll sleep better upstairs."

"You were planning to sleep?" James asked in mock astonishment.

"Yes," Barb shot back. "Afterwards." This brought another round of laughter and the two couples started upstairs and Rick and Liz began to open the couch they were using.

Janet awoke at dawn to see the sky a lovely red. She sat up and looked out at the view. As she watched the sky color even more she felt Charles stir beside her. "What are you looking at?" he asked sleepily.

"The sky," she responded. "Just look at the color. It's beautiful, isn't it."

While she had been sitting there the sheet had fallen to her waist and Charles looked directly at her breasts. "Not nearly as lovely as what I'm looking at," he answered. Janet felt her nipples harden and soon both forgot about the dawn sky. Afterwards they fell back asleep and the next time Janet opened her eyes it was nearly ten.

She and Charles grabbed a quick shower and while she was drying off she began to wonder about what she should put on. After last night, would she be expected to stay naked all day? She wasn't sure she liked that idea. On the other hand she wasn't sure that it didn't sound like exactly what she did want. Finally she settled on getting dressed with the idea that if, when she got downstairs, no one else was dressed, she could shed her own clothes with less awkwardness than putting clothes on if she were naked and everyone else dressed.

This turned out to be the correct choice for, when she got downstairs, Rick and Liz were dressed in shorts and tee shirts and James and Barb were just starting down dressed in a similar fashion.

Everyone gathered to look out the wide expanse of windows at the view over the lake. The sun had disappeared and gray clouds were moving across the sky. "Looks like we're going to get some rain," Charles remarked.

"Yeah, I'll bet we have a storm before noon," Rick agreed. "We'd better not plan on anything too far from the cabin today."

"Well, if it does storm," James said, "we can always build a fire and watch the other two tapes Liz found." He turned and leered at her.

Liz leered right back at him and quickly said, "That sounds good to me." Turning towards the other two girls, she said, "Now you see why I said I like those tapes."

"Definitely," Barb said.

At almost the same time Janet said, "I sure do. We'll have to be sure and watch some more of them."

Rick said, "Well, why don't you two guys help me carry in some more wood while the girls try to find us some brunch. I'm hungry."

The others agreed and Liz said, "Yes, I'm starved."

"Must have been the exercise last night," Charles quipped.Liz grinned at him and wiggled her hips in his direction.

As the guys started towards the door, James remarked, "We're burning a lot of Joe's wood. You don't think he'll mind, do you?"

Rick said, "Well, I haven't told you guys yet, but I volunteered the three of us to come up here with him one weekend and cut wood and clear brush and so on."

"A great deal at half the price," James said.

Charles agreed and said, "Maybe he'll even let us borrow it again some time."

The men brought in two loads of wood and stacked it near the side of the hearth. When they had finished, the smell of frying bacon and sausage was filling the room. They helped the girls bring in dishes and soon the women were carrying in large plates of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.

As they sat down Rick remarked, "Well, I can see there are no priests or rabbis here."

People looked puzzled and Janet said, "I can maybe understand about the rabbis, but what do you mean about the priests?"

Liz said, "He's setting you up for one of his bad jokes, but I don't know what."

Rick began, "Seems there was this priest and rabbi who happened to sit next to each other on an airplane. They began to talk and were soon comparing the finer points of their religions. Finally after a couple of hours of talk the priest said, 'I'd like to ask you a personal question. If you don't want to answer, please just say so and we'll forget all about it. But I was wondering. Has there been anytime when you have succumbed to temptation and eaten pork?'"

"The rabbi was silent for several seconds and then slowly answered, 'Yes. Once when I was young I decided I wanted to know what the forbidden meat tasted like. But since then I have been true to the law.'" Than after a couple of minutes of silence, the rabbi said, 'Now I would like to ask you a personal question. Did you ever give in to desire and break your vow of chastity?'"

"The priest sat for a minute looking off into the distance. Then he turned and looked directly at the rabbi. 'Yes, I'll admit that once in my youth I gave in to temptation and tried the pleasures of the flesh with a young woman I met on a trip. But since then I have been true to my vows.'"

"The rabbi turned and looked directly back at the priest. He smiled and said, 'Beats the hell out of ham, doesn't it?'"

The group exploded with groans and laughter. Through tears of hilarity Janet said, "That was terrible. Funny, but terrible."

When they finished the food, they cleared the dishes and returned to the table with mugs of tea and continued talking. There had been some distant sounds of thunder and the sky had gotten darker. Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of lightening followed seconds later with a loud crash of thunder. Then the rain began as a few hard drops but quickly turned into a driving torrent accompanied by an impressive display of lightening and thunder.

"Thunderstorms are some of the sexiest weather in existence," Liz murmured. The other two girls quickly agreed.

The storm continued, rain pounding the lake into a dimpled froth. Rick suddenly stood and said, "Well, I guess it's time to light the fire." He moved to the hearth and proceeded to get a fire going while the others moved to the couches.

"Still want the other tapes?" Liz asked as she started to the shelf where she had found them. Everyone agreed and she returned with two cassettes. She slipped one into the VCR and when everyone was seated she pressed play.

This tape seemed to have a very weak plot about some people meeting on a train to a Canadian resort. The plot was definitely thin, the acting not a lot better. But the characters were attractive and the action definitely explicit. They watched as a number of scenes unfolded with a lot of oral sex as well as "normal" fucking. They was one anal scene where two women were bent side by side over the back of a couch and taken in the rear by two men. And there was one long scene of girl-girl action, or more exactly, girl-girl-girl action.

Everyone had been necking and petting, but they were mostly still dressed. When the tape finished everyone stopped for bathroom breaks. Then, with the rain still going strong, Charles asked, "What about the last one?"

Liz held up the box. "I'm not sure what this one is. It was with the other three but it doesn't seem to be a commercial tape. The label just says 'JR-SG." Maybe it's a copy of a commercial adult tape. Want to see it?"

"Sure." "Go ahead." "Why not?"

She started the tape and went back to snuggle with Rick. As his hand found its way under her tee shirt, the tape opened with a shot of a nude girl tied on her back, spread eagled, to the top of a table. A man was approaching her."

"Hey, that's this cabin," Rick cried. "And that's Joe. I think I've even seen him with that girl, Susan something or the other.

They stared at the screen as Joe approached her feet and then leaned forward to begin licking up the insides of her legs. The woman was obviously getting very turned on and responding to his attentions and soon his face was buried between her legs.

"Are you sure we should be watching this?" Barb asked. "I mean commercial tapes are one thing, but maybe Joe wouldn't like us watching this one."

Rick answered her, but spoke to everyone. "No, I don't expect Joe would mind. He told me to look for tapes if we wanted. I didn't know he meant this type at the time, but he's just the kind of guy who would want us to watch him show off. I doubt very much he would mind."

The tape was obviously a home video, mostly shot from a tripod. The lighting wasn't professional, but was usually good enough to clearly see the action. And there was a variety of action, most of it involving bondage and discipline. After the first scene where Joe ate Susan - if that was her name - to three orgasms before climbing on the table and fucking her, there were a number of others. There was no continuity and no way to tell if the scenes were all from one weekend or spread over many weeks. But there was definitely variety.

The six watched as Joe used a leather paddle, a strap, and a riding crop on a naked and bound Susan. They saw her, still bound with red lines criss crossing her ass, being taken anally. A number of the shots were outdoors during the summer. Susan was bound to trees and whipped as well as teased with dildos, fingers, and tongue. They saw her tied face down along a fallen log while Joe used a switch on her ass and then had her eat him before moving around behind her to take her in the rear. But all of the action wasn't with Susan as the victim. Janet and the others watched enthralled as Joe was stretched spread eagled between two trees and whipped with a riding crop and a multi-tailed cat. They saw him tied on his back along the same fallen tree while Susan had him eat her repeatedly and then rode him to a screaming climax.




The Club Pt. 02



In all there was over two hours of the hot action. And when the tape finally ended all six were largely undressed and very aroused, but had been too intent on the action on the TV to satisfy their own urges. But when the screen went blank all three couples turned their attention to each other and soon all six were locked in their own sexual action.

After a while, with a new storm raging outside, they began to settle, snuggling naked on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped in blankets Liz had retrieved from a cabinet across the room. The next hour passed in dozing and quiet conversation. "Every time we watch TV we seem to lose our clothes," Barb remarked.

"Then by all means, let's watch some more TV," Charles responded, bringing a laugh from the others.

'I will say this has been the best end-of-the-semester, pressure-releasing party of all time," Liz commented. The rest agreed immediately. Liz then stood up and dropped the blanket to the floor. As she held her hands over her head and slowly turned all the way around, she said, "Take a good look, guys. I'm going to go take a shower and then see what we can find for supper. What about you girls: If you've burned as many calories as I have, you must be starved, too."

Barb and Janet both agreed and untangled themselves from their boyfriends and stood up. "Definitely," Janet said. "OK, guys, get a good look here, too." Then she and Barb raised their arms and also did a slow, sexy turn before following Liz out of the room.



The Club Pt. 03



Ch. 4

After the women returned from their showers - dressed again - the men went to take their own. When they returned the girls had gotten food ready and the six sat down to eat. The thunderstorms had mostly passed with only an occasional flash of lightening remaining. It was past sundown, but they could see the sky was beginning to clear. Conversation, not surprisingly, centered around the activities of the last two days. "Not at all what I expected from this trip," Rick remarked.

"Are you complaining?" Liz asked.

"Not in the least. In fact I wouldn't change a thing. It's just that I would never have imagined all this a couple of days ago."

"You wouldn't have imagined it!" Janet's voice left no doubt that she thought him one of the best able to imagine it. "I'd never done more than neck in the same room with others before, much less getting undressed. But I will admit that now that I've begun to get used to the idea, it doesn't really bother me. As long as no one's hurt and we all want it, why not?"

"Why not, indeed?" James said. "I'll admit I like the freedom and I won't deny I like seeing all you girls naked." Barb gave him a playful swat. "Of course, I like seeing Barb naked the best," he quickly added. "In fact I think I might like to keep her that way all the time." This brought good natured laughs and Barb stuck out her tongue in response. "Anyway," James went on, maybe it's just the end of semester feeling or maybe it's the setting out here, but I find I really am comfortable with all of this."

The others agreed and Liz spoke up. "You all know I act like a real free spirit, a little loose and always ready for a good time. Actually, I have to work at it. You'd all - well, all but Rick - be surprised to find out that I'm really a little shy. Yes, I really am. But I work at overcoming that by going the other way, acting the super extrovert. Last week I'd have talked about orgies and sex movies, and such, but I'd never imagine really being involved in such things. But, like the rest of you, I'm comfortable with what's been happening. And I don't think I want it to stop happening after this weekend."

This caused the others to fall silent and look quickly around. Finally Charles spoke up. "I'll go along with that. I don't want to involve anyone else, but I do like being able to be with all of you and just let things happen. Right, Janet?"

Janet nodded and said, "Right. I didn't even try to act like I wasn't shy. Maybe not really shy, but certainly not really extroverted. But now it seems that the six of us have always been so close that this would never have bothered me. And, by the way, I like seeing all of you guys naked, too." This was answered by calls of agreement from the other two women and somewhat embarrassed looks from the three men.

When the dishes were cleared away, the six gathered in front of the fireplace again and Rick built up the fire once more. As he was doing this, he asked, "Well, what does everyone want to do tonight? I mean besides that."

A couple of quick laughs and finally Barb said, "Well, I'll ask. Are there any more of those tapes left, Liz?"

"I don't think so," she replied, "but I'll take a look. Maybe there were some more in one of the other cabinets."

"If not," James said, "I suppose we could play Trivial Pursuit again. Or maybe some other game. Let's see what there is"

"I'll see what I can find," Liz said and went to look through the cabinets. In a minute or two she said, "I don't see any tapes, but let's see what we have here." She pulled a cardboard box from the cabinet. It was labeled in magic marker "Trivia Game." She returned to the group and set the box on the floor. Opening the top she pulled out another flat box, much like a board game box. In fact, that's what it turned out to be. But as she held it up and read the words on the top, everyone realized it wasn't the usual game.

"Sexual Trivia. An adult game for sexually adventuresome couples." Liz looked up at the others. She looked back at the box and read, "WARNING: This game involves sexually explicit material. If you are not of legal age or are offended by nudity or sexually explicit material or acts, you should not proceed." She looked around at everyone else again and asked, "Interested?"

After a few seconds Janet answered for all of them. "I suspect that after the last couple of days, even a game of strip Trivial Pursuit would seem kind of bland. Read some more about it."

Liz opened the box and took out a playing board. There were markers and a die and the board looked a lot like most board games. She opened the rules and began to read again. "This is a game for two to four couples who enjoy their sexually and each other. Players are seated around the table, alternating genders: boy, girl, boy, girl. Each player should be seated directly across from his/her partner. The die is thrown to determine who goes first and then play moves around the table in a counter clockwise direction. Each player rolls the die, selecting a category. A question is then read from the stack of Question Cards and the player must answer it. If the player does not correctly answer the question, the player takes the next Penalty Card and must do as instructed. Play continues until one player has correctly answered a question from each of the categories. To complete the win the player must then draw a card from the envelope of "finishes" and do as instructed. The "finish" cards should remain in the envelope until needed."

"NOTE: There are three levels of Penalty Cards corresponding to the three levels at which the game may be played. LEVEL 1. Level 1 includes penalties which do not involve actual sexual acts, but which are suggestive and/or teasing in nature and which are done alone or with the player's partner. Nudity may be involved. LEVEL 2. Level 2 penalties may involve sexual

acts with the player's partner and non-sexual acts with other players. NOTE: The penalties in Levels 2 and 3 are designed to be either heterosexual or bisexual. At players' option the penalties may be restricted to heterosexual acts simply by changing the designated receiver to the named receiver's partner. LEVEL 3: For advanced players only. Penalties may involve sexual acts with other players."

Liz looked up again. "Well, what do you guys think? Interested in playing?"

Everyone sat still. Finally Janet broke the silence. "What the hell, why not? I mean after everything else we've been doing, this probably won't be that much different. But I will say I don't think I'm ready for Level 3. Level 2 and all heterosexual sounds good to me."

Barb said, "I guess I'm ready. I'll go along with what Janet said." Liz nodded and Barb added, "OK, we girls seem to agree. What about you guys?"

The men looked very interested, but didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then Charles

said, "Have you ever known a guy who wasn't interested in something sexual?" Then he added almost to himself, "And if he wasn't he'd never say so in front of you women, or, even more importantly, would never say so in front of other guys." This brought a couple of strange looks, but soon everyone was agreed and a round table was moved over in front of the fire.

The rules called for the Level 1 cards to be all played before Level II cards were started. They also clearly stated that any penalties had to be performed so that everyone could watch. The rules also indicated that some props would be required and Liz dug out two cloth bags from the large box which had contained the game. One was labeled Level 1 and the other Level 2. She spread the props for Level 1 on the table and the six stared at a wood paddle, a leather strap, several short pieces of soft rope, some clothes pins, a feather and several other items.

Janet was seated with Rick on her left and James on her right. Since each player was seated opposite his or her partner the order around the table was Janet, James, Liz, Charles, Barb, and Rick. Each person rolled the die with Janet getting the high number.

"Well, I guess I start," Janet said and rolled the die again. The six categories of questions were history, movies, science, literature, wild card, and a category called underground, myth and customs. However, each of the categories was restricted to sex. Her roll brought her the film category.

Barb read the first question. "In the late 60s classic film, what is it the Debbie does?"

"What?" For a second Janet looked blank and then suddenly said, "Oh, I know. Debbie Does Dallas."

"Right," Barb called.

Liz added teasingly, "And I thought you'd never watched those kinds of movies."

Janet turned a little red and said, "I hadn't, but I have heard of some."

James rolled the die and came up with history. "What," Barb read, "is the name of the famous madame who frequented the court of Louis XIV before the revolution?"

James shook his head and finally said, "I have no idea." He drew a penalty card and read "Remove an article of clothing. Well, I guess I can manage that," and took off his shirt.

Play continued around the table with most of the young people missing their answers. The penalties seemed to be about half the same as James' and before too many rounds, everyone was completely naked. As each article of clothing was removed, the player stood and did a slow turn as they had during the other strip games two nights earlier and were cheered on by the others.

The first time a "remove an article of clothing" card was drawn by a player who was already nude - in this case, Barb - they checked the rules and found that they had the choice of letting the player skip any other penalty or requiring them to draw another card. The six decided on the later.

Besides stripping, there were a number of other penalties. Janet was required to give Charles a long French kiss, an act made more interesting by the fact that she was nude and Charles only had his underwear. Liz was told to stimulate her own nipples which she did with some embarrassment. James was required to give Barb a wet kiss on her ass. Rick drew a card which read, "Have your partner give you an over-the-knee spanking. Roll a die to determine the number of swats." He rolled a six and Liz didn't hold back in whacking his bare bottom. Janet drew a card which required that she put clothes pins on her own nipples and leave them there until it was her turn again. Charles and Barb were each tied and tickled by their partners for sixty seconds. By the time the Level 1 cards ran out, everyone was naked and everyone was extremely aroused. The three girls realized they were soaking and the men each had a hard erection.

When the cards were finished, Liz set the pile of Level 2 cards on the table and added the props from the second bag. These included a couple of candles, three dildos of different sizes, a small riding crop, and a couple of other things. Staring at the pile of items, Janet had to squeeze her thighs together before rolling the die for her next question.

The throw resulted in a question from the Literature category. "What was the name of the prostitute in "The Outcasts of Poker Flats"?" Janet sucked in her breath. "I remember reading that in high school. It was Mrs. ... Mrs. Oh, Mrs. something. I can't remember what."

"No quite good enough," Rick said. "Draw a card.

Janet reached for a penalty card. She pulled it back, turned it over and read, "Give a French kiss to the player to your right." She hesitated a second and then stood, pulling James up with her. Before she could have time to think about it, and maybe back out, she put her arms around his neck and pulled his naked body against hers and began to slowly explore his mouth with her tongue. The kiss went on for half a minute during which both Janet and James were obviously becoming even more aroused. When at last she broke it off, both were breathless as they parted and regained their seats.

After a few seconds, Barb read the next question for James from the Underground, Myths, and Customs category. "What is it that Eskimoes are suppose to do for overnight visitors?"

Still breathing a little hard, James was able to answer, "Lend them their wives."

"Right," Barb agreed. Then she read a Wild Card question for Liz. "Describe in detail your first experience with gay sex."

Liz looked stunned for a second, then confused, and finally embarrassed. "I've never had any," she replied.

"Well, then I guess you can't describe it. I guess you'll just have to draw a penalty card,"

Barb replied.

This was met with calls of approval by the others. and Liz drew a card. She slowly read, "Have the player to your right lick and suck your nipples." For a second, Charles, the player to her right, froze, as did Liz. Then, simultaneously, Charles and Janet exchanged the briefest of looks as did Liz and Rick. Liz then looked over at Charles and arched her back, presenting her already hard nipples to him. Charles slowly leaned forward and let his tongue slide over her left nipple and then slowly back around and across it. He repeated this with the right nipple. Several times he repeated this, encircling each hard nub with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth, and letting them slowly slide out. After about a minute of this treatment, he forced himself back and he and Liz, both breathing hard, squirmed in their seats for several seconds.

The others had been watching closely, not making a sound. Barb finally broke the silence, "Wow! If this is a non-sexual act with another player, I wonder what the Level 3 penalties are like."

"Liz grinned back at her. "I'm not sure I'm ready to find out yet. Maybe it's a good thing we decided to limit this to Level 2." Then she added almost to herself, "But maybe some day..."

Charles and Barb both drew questions they answered correctly. And both seemed almost disappointed when they got them right. Rick drew a card and Barb read, "When Santa Anna was surrounded and caught by the Texas army, a mulatto girl kept him occupied until the army arrived. By what name did she become known?"

Rick looked thoughtful and then said, "I have no idea. What?"

"The Yellow Rose of Texas," Barb read.

"So that's where that came from," Rick said. He drew a penalty card and read, "The player to your left will give you an over-the-knee spanking. Roll the die to determine the number of swats." He rolled and once more got a six. "Well, this seems to be my night for spankings." He looked at Barb who had developed a big grin.

Barb pulled her chair out so everyone could see and crooked her finger at Rick. He stood and went over to her as she picked up a short piece of soft rope. Knowing what to expect, Rick turned his back towards her and crossed his wrists. Barb quickly tied them together and then turned him around. She helped lay him across her lap, spreading her thighs just enough to trap his hard cock between them as he lay across her bare legs. She then delivered six swats, just as hard as Liz had earlier, and with a little extra stroking and feeling of his hot ass. After the six, she helped him to stand again and untied his hands.

The game went on for several more rounds. Liz received five with the strap while stretched over James' knees. Barb put clothes pins on Charles' nipples. Janet had to go from player to player and bend over and get a stroke of the crop from each. Barb had her hands tied behind her back while Rick dripped a dozen drops of hot candle wax on her nipples. Charles bent over while Janet fingered his anus. James and Liz each received oral sex from their partners.

Liz drew a card which required Rick to insert the small dildo in her ass and leave it there until her next turn. Before Liz's turn arrived, Janet drew a card which read, "Lick and suck the nipples of the player two to your right." She read it again to be sure and then looked up. Liz was two to her right. As she looked at Liz she read the expression on the girl's face to mean, "I'm willing if your want to." For several seconds there was silence. Finally Janet said, "I think I'll stick to the chicken version and kiss Rick instead. Janet thought Liz looked relieved and there was a slight collective sigh from around the table and then everyone was watching the naked couple as Janet sucked and kissed Rick's nipples.

By this time everyone was getting pretty turned on. All the men were hard and the women's arousal could be actually smelled. Everyone's bottom bore a few marks of the strap or the crop. Everyone had hard nipples from sucking or from the clothes pins. And everyone had had their genitals stimulated by their partners. The men had all had their anuses penetrated by either their partner's fingers or by the dildo and the women had also been penetrated both in front and rear.

Finally Liz correctly answered a question from the last category. She held her hands over her head in a victory sign, but was reminded by Barb that she still had to take a "finish card" from the closed envelope. "OK, let's see what's there," she said and reached for the cards. She withdrew a card and read it to herself. Her face took on a definite red color and she looked over the card again.

Finally, after half a minute of silence, Charles took the card from her and read, "Your partner will tie you over a chair and take you anally while the other players watch." Everyone caught their breath.

Finally Liz and Rick exchanged a quick look. "All right," Liz said, "I guess we've come this far." She stood and went to stand behind a stuffed chair with a low back. Rick slowly rose and, taking several lengths of rope, went over to her. He whispered something in her ear and she closed her eyes and nodded. Rick almost seemed to shrug as he tied her ankles to the two back legs and then bent her forward, pulling her arms taut and tying them to the front legs. He let his hands wander over her taut ass and around front to stroke her breasts. Then he picked up a tube of lube from the props on the table and applied a blob to his finger and then her anus. As he rubbed the slick substance around and let his finger slip inside her tight rear opening, Liz obviously became even more aroused. By this time the other four had moved over to stand around the couple at close range and followed every move. As Rick's finger moved in and out, Liz squirmed, trying from her bound position, to move it in even deeper. Finally Rick applied some lube to his own cock and moved the head against her anus, He pushed slowly forward and Liz responded by pushing back as best she could. For several minutes Rick pushed in and out slowly to relax her. When she was finally relaxed and also desperately aroused and pushing back with her own craving, Rick pushed all the way home. As his hips pressed against her smooth buttocks, Liz began to shake with her first orgasm. Before Rick came himself she had shuddered through two more.

As the couple slowly came down the other four, obviously extremely aroused and busy stimulating each other, stopped their own activity and applauded. By the time Rick untied a still excited Liz, the other two couples were both busy making love themselves.

A short time later while all three couples were clinging together as they calmed down, Barb asked, "Is that invitation from last night still open, Liz. If you don't mind we'd like to spend the night here, too. Charles seconded the idea.

"Certainly," Liz replied. "We can move the table and chairs and pile a bunch of blankets and pillows here. Anyway, what kind of an orgy would it be if everyone went back to their own room? Seriously, I find all this surprisingly stimulating. I certainly wouldn't have expected I'd get so turned on making love with you guys only a couple of feet away, but I do. And hearing and seeing you guys making it turns me on even more."

There was general agreement to this and soon the furniture had been moved and the three couples were once more engaged in sexual play. This continued for a couple of hours. Sometimes it went a little beyond watching and listening. Once, as Janet was stretched out on top of Charles and the two were just coming down from a hard climax, Rick leaned over and gave her a short slap on her ass as he said, "Definitely a good show, you two. You are hot!" Janet felt somewhat surprised that she wasn't surprised and finally decided that she liked the feel of Rick's hand on her rear even as she pressed her sex against Charles.




The Club Pt. 03



Chapter 4 Training

I awoke refreshed. I moved languidly and felt the nightdress move across my warm skin. It was delicious and I lost no time in stroking the fabric under the sheets and feeling my cock rise. I swished back the bedclothes and stood and stretched, my breasts thrusting out against the sheer black fabric. I looked at the nightie for the first time. It was actually quite plain and made of a shiny nylon style fabric that crackled when rubbed. I was just admiring myself in the full length mirror I had found on the inside of the wardrobe door when the lady came to my door, knocked politely and then came straight in. She smiled when she saw what |I was doing and patted my silky backside in an affectionate way.

"Today we start your fitness regime." "We need to reduce this." She patted my belly. She also stood very close to me and I felt my breast brush her shoulder. I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward very slightly and swivelled my hips so that the breast brushed her again. She didn't move and looked at me and smiled gently. Her hand lifted and stroked my right breast, caressed it. I heard her sigh gently and her eyes drifted down past my breasts even as she stroked one and her eyes dropped down to the tent appearing in my nightie. I felt her other hand stroke my erect cock through the slippery fabric. I moaned gently.

" It is soooo tempting.........enough! We have work to do and this will divert us!"

" Get naked, girl. Chop chop!" as she clapped her hands together.

Within minutes I was naked and barefoot wrapped in a towelling robe after a shower. At the lady's request, I was not feminised in any way although I was shaved and my boobs still glued in place. Indeed, they seemed permanent and I had got used to the slight pulling on my own nipples when they were unsupported. The glue used and the fineness of the skin coloured finish layer meant that one was hard put to tell that they were not real. They felt part of me and I was aching to grow my hair so that a wig would be unnecessary.

The lady led the way from my flat back to the barn. She was chatty this morning and told me a little about herself. Her name was Gina and to my utter surprise said she was a post op transsexual. She was partnered by Peter the man I had met and they provided horse riding facilities for the members of FemsRace and other visitors and that Peter was actually a neuter due to medical problems. Apparently, he still had tackle but it was shrivelled and didn't work for sex. Neither of them worked for or had any other dealings with FemsRace and neither was a member or visited the house. They had owned this farm/stables for about a year and I was by way of an experiment although the previous owners had left a great deal of tack behind when they sold up.

The barn was cold but smelt of horses and it was plain that their body heat was in the air. Through the door and into the tack room where Peter was waiting for us.

I looked at the tack table that Peter was standing behind and I saw with a tingle that the tack was human shaped. I was going to be a pony! I had often wondered about what that would feel like and my genitals twitched in anticipation as I descended into submission. I put my hands behind my back and parted my legs, dropped my head and went quiet. Peter and Gina noticed the change and both smiled warmly and caressed me, reassured me that all would be well.

At a spoken command I shed my robe and Gina folded it and put it on a bench at the side. Peter picked up a wide leather piece and with jingling of fittings he started the process of turning me into a human pony.

First was a leather belt which was basically two diamond - shaped panels of heavy leather with numerous buckles and straps. I held the front panel in place whilst Peter and Gina fastened it to the back panel at the waist and just under my bust with several straps and buckles. This was then steadily tightened until my paunch was squeezed flat. It was slightly uncomfortable. Leather cuffs were put on my forearms from wrist to elbow and tightened. At a gentle word, I put my arms behind me and heard them being clipped to the back panel. I was pinioned! They unclipped my arms again.

Next came a sort of leather sleeveless crop top. It had holes for my bust but did have a balcony bra cup built under each breast hole. The straps holding this top on were under my armpits and other straps were fastened to the belt panels and tightened.

Next I lifted each leg and Gina put what I thought were just panties up each leg. Near the top, I felt her insert my flaccid cock into a tight tube that seemed to be sewn into the front of the panties. As she pulled it up I felt my cock slide into the tube and back between my legs. At the same time my balls were encased in some sort of padding and squeezed tight to my groin. I later learned that this was a gaffe. It had a small buckle and strap round my waist just above the hip bone. Gina adjusted all this until it was snug. At the same time I felt two thin straps come down from my front diamond, go under my crutch either side of my mound and be fastened tightly to the rear diamondI looked down. The fabric was smooth with a smooth mound, just like a real woman.

Next was leather shorts buckled round the waist and thighs. Fastened to these shorts were four straps almost like suspenders. The buckles at the top end of these straps were fastened to straps hanging from the front and rear of the waist panels.

Next came the hoof boots. I inserted my left foot into the proffered leather tube and it was eased over my thigh muscle to just above my knee. My foot pointed into a pad and my heel and instep rested on a curved plate. Leather straps were fastened securely around my ankles and the top of the tube was fastened to the hanging straps from the shorts. With Peters support I balanced on this hoof whilst Gina encased my right foot in a similar hoof. 

I was encouraged to walk about in these boots and I could feel my calf muscles protesting immediately. Nevertheless, after quite a short while, I found the extra sole print of the hooves quite easy to master and I grew used to the weight of them. I found that I adopted a sort of loping gait and it was always easier to run or trot in them than to walk slowly. The sound of the metal hooves on the ground was quite intoxicating.

After about five minutes of practising in the tack room with my new hooves and having partially mastered them at least enough to proceed with the rest of the pony gear.

Gina, to her credit, instead of issuing a command to 'come here', held out her hand and I saw a sugar cube on it. She then clicked her tongue and said " Here girl" in a quiet voice and smiled at me. I melted as I looked at these two people who seemed determined that I should enjoy the experience.

I clomped my hooves on the ground and whinnied gently, put my arms loosely behind my back and walked hesitantly over to the outstretched hand. As I bent my head to accept the sugar cube, I felt Peter clip my hands to my back.

I felt absolutely fabulous. The leather was soft and great care had been taken to make sure that none of the straps were pinching but all were tight enough to be restrictive but yielding when I moved.

I had no qualms when I saw Peter pick up the head harness. I was expecting this. I knew that once it was fastened, I would be completely at their mercy. I stood very still and trembled as the full head harness was fitted and the numerous buckles and straps were tightened. I felt the bit in my mouth and the two rings on my cheeks, the leather strap across my forehead, under my chin, down my cheeks, either side of my ears and even round my neck. There was a strap over my skull, front to back that carried on and fastened to my collar. This last one could be tightened to make me raise my head or risk being choked by the neck band. At this stage it was fairly loose but dipping my head was impossible once it was tightened so I would be unable to see where my feet were landing.

On the skull was a plume. The last accoutrement was my tail. Again I was expecting this but was puzzled as the leather shorts had been fitted first. I quickly discovered that there was a hole in the leather covered in some way by a flap and that my sissy panties also had a sealed opening.

I was bent forward over the tack room table which still had a lot of tack on it, presumably all for me, and I spread my hooves when asked. I felt a hand put lube on my arse crack and gently start to insert a pointed device there. I was unable to resist and it slid past my sphincter and travelled up inside me. It seemed to go up forever and I felt it hit my prostate and go up another inch. I felt my sphincter contract over a thinner section and heard buckles being fastened. I tried to expel it but it budged less than a quarter inch before sliding back up. My whole bottom felt completely full and I felt discomfort but was aroused by it. As my cock enlarged it too became uncomfortable in its prison. I could see that any form of arousal or sexual behaviour was going to be uncomfortable at the very least and possibly painful and, for the first time in my life, I fought to control my urges.

The stimulation from the butt plug and the massaging of my prostate every time I moved was going to be hard to bear. Then Gina or Peter let go of the tail attached to the butt plug and the silky threads brushed my thighs. I wriggled my body and felt the tail swish my legs as the butt plug moved. I felt a bead of cum spurt from my cock which was engorged and uncomfortable. I fought to contain my urges. If I didn't succeed I would be in a lot of pain or worse.

I felt drool on my chin as I salivated at the sensory overload. Peter and Gina stood back and watched me wrestle with all these conflicting emotions and get control.

Gina wiped the drool from my chin and I tried to thank her but when I realised that I could not, I whinnied softly and she smiled at me and caressed my cheek. At this moment I felt Peter attach the reins to my cheek rings and run them back through rings on my shoulders. Gina appeared at my front and fitted thin leather straps to my balconies on my breast plate and wrapped them over my breasts with a small T piece to a buckle just above the breast openings. These straps would prevent my tits bouncing. At the same time Peter attached large thick straps to my shoulders and left these dangling. Gina finally tightened my neck strap so that my head was lifted just slightly above normal. They stood back and admired their handiwork. There were no mirrors so I couldn't see myself but the look in their eyes suggested that I looked pretty good.

I spent the rest of the day pulling at a revolving beam, high stepping, running, trotting, unquestioning obedience to rein movements and generally exercising in my unyielding pony gear. I sweated profusely and my eyes stung from the salt. I felt my feet squelching in my hooves and some of the straps began to chafe. I of course, couldn't complain verbally so I tried to make my discomfort known to Gina or Peter by any other method that a horse would use so I learned to whinny piteously when I was hurt and keep silent when I was OK. They didn't use a whip to chastise me but I did feel a crop once or twice, particularly towards the end of the day when I was very tired and sore. They used lotions and creams on my sore patches and it seemed to work.

For most of the time, Peter and Gina were encouraging and praising me and I did so want to please them.

It was late afternoon when Peter called a halt. My pony gear was dismantled from my aching and sweaty body and Peter cleaned it and hung it up. I donned my robe and padded back to my flat alone. I showered, dried myself and without a second thought put my wig on and found and donned my nightie. In the kitchen, I found a ready meal and realised with a shock that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. The ready meal was microwaved and eaten in short order and I collapsed into bed and fell into a deep but very pleasant slumber.

Unbeknown to me, Peter and Gina came in to make sure I was alright and agreed that I was a model pony girl, checked to see that I was dressed in the nightie and smiled indulgently when they saw it all carefully arranged to minimise creasing, tucked me in and Gina bent over my pillow and kissed my forehead.

I might have dreamed that last bit but it felt good anyway.

This was the pattern of my days. Dressed in pony gear, exercising and being an obedient horse. At first I sweated profusely and was absolutely exhausted at the end of each day but soon enough I felt my muscles tauten and my body come alive. Gina and Peter regularly joined me in the evenings for a meal and I always prepared myself for them with full make up and wig. At some time without me knowing, a supply of really feminine underwear appeared in my drawers and I lost no time in donning it in the evenings even when I was alone. I even slept in it once or twice.

One day, looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed a small piece of my breast up by my shoulder was loose. I reported this to Gina and she told me that this was to be expected as the protein based glue used to attach them eventually bio degrades. True enough by the end of our pony session the tear was bigger and I noticed a bubble on the other shoulder. When I woke the following morning, both breasts were detached almost completely and shards of the glue were on my real chest. I noticed that my chest hair had grown back but was all curled up in balls and in some cases, formed a red spot where the hair had grown under the skin.

Gina summoned Peter who, I think telephoned the FemsRace house to ask what to do. Gina, meanwhile attended to the skin on my chest by picking off the skin over hair follicles, shaving my chest and applying a very soothing cream. I heard a car arrive and one of the women who had escorted me here came into my bedroom carrying a bag, upended it on the bed and proceeded to service my breast forms by cleaning them with a pungent solvent, disinfecting them and then attaching the clamps to my nipples and gluing the breasts back into place using a bottle of glue from the bag.

It felt heavenly to have the weight on my chest again. I felt naked without them and I fondled them gently. I suddenly realised that both Gina and Peter were still there and I blushed at my nakedness and my erotic gestures. They laughed at my mumbled apology and suggested that we cancel today's exercise session and go out for the day. It was only after I had readily agreed that I thought that I literally had nothing to wear except pretty underwear.

"That's OK" said Gina "I will have something that will fit you and we have been buying stuff for you for your new slimmer figure for some time."

I smiled at her and without a word opened a drawer and took out a clean Gaffe from my supply. I slid it up my legs and, with practised ease, put my cock in the tube and my balls in the pockets and adjusted the thin belt over my hip bones. All my gaffes were flesh toned so when I wore them the result was a smooth feminine mound. I had long since ceased to get erections from wearing feminine clothes but I still got a terrific endorphin kick from being ultra feminine and wearing fine underwear and clothing.

I stood up in my smooth skin and gaffe and my newly attached breasts swayed gently. I put my two hands in front of me and lowered my head. "I would like you to choose my outfit, Gina, in fact I would love that."

Gina rushed over to me and I swear I saw a small tear in the corner of her eye as she stroked my naked back and her shoulder brushed my breast and it swayed away from her touch and then leant on her. God, I wish they were real so I could feel her skin. I had to be content with the slight pull on my nipple from the clamp. I had a sudden urge to kiss her, sweep her off her feet and crush her lips with mine, remove her clothing and ravish her with my tongue. For the first time in ages, I felt my cock stir.

"Awww, There there. Of course I will." Her voice was husky with emotion and I saw Peter smiling indulgently over her shoulder. She pulled away.

"Right, come on girl, lets pick some threads for you. Underwear first" and she rattled some drawers.

Gina was true to her word. After helping me and coaching me in make up she left me donning a pretty matching bra and pantie set in a beautiful copper colour with off white lace trim. She had told me not to wear the suspender set as she 'had something special for me'.

When she returned she was bearing the most exquisite corset I had ever seen. A real proper boned waist corset covered in a floral patterned satin with a base colour of much the same copper colour as my pantie set. I wrapped this garment around my waist and fastened the busk with some help from Gina. I held it to me as she manoeuvred behind me and grasped the laces. She pulled and I felt the garment press against my skin. Gina spent the next five minutes adjusting and pulling the laces until my mid section was completely rigid and my breathing was coming in short gasps. When she finally wrapped the laces around my waist and tied them I was completely unable to bend and I could feel the restriction on the top of my hip bones and the lower half of my rib cage and I just knew my waist was much smaller by the feel of it.

Next, I sat on the bed and with great difficulty pulled stockings up my hairless and very smooth legs. I had spent hours putting creams and moisturisers on my skin and particularly my legs and was rewarded with the fabulous feel of sheer nylon on my tingling skin. I fastened one of the six suspenders dangling from the corset to the stocking tops and stood up to attach the others. I found that I now perched when sitting rather than lounged back like a man so that my corseted mid riff was always just over or behind my feet to avoid ungainly struggles to get upright. I attached the suspenders and adjusted their length. Two were literally over my arse cheeks and were really difficult to reach in my corset but I did manage it.

Next came a waist slip matching my underwear. Deliciously swishy and feminine. I became aware that I was constantly examining myself in the mirror, adjusting, smoothing, tweaking hems and waistlines. I looked at Gina and Peter and smiled and blushed at the same time.

Gina produced this fabulous skirt and blouse. The blouse was copper satin and quite loose fitting and the skirt was a lovely taupe fabric and lined; it fitted my waist perfectly and hugged my bum marvellously. I spent ages arranging the blouse and skirt, concentrating hard on my reflection, appraising my handiwork, trying to make the best of myself. I slipped a pair of ivory strappy shoes on my feet and felt my calves stretch to the 4 inch heels. I turned to Peter and Gina and said 

" How do I look." I saw both of them look at each other and smile. " You look absolutely stunning, David. Absolutely......beautiful" I heard the catch in her voice and I saw Peter bite his lip and nod his head.

Although I was nervous at going out dressed, I genuinely felt that I could pass for a woman and that only the very discerning male or female would spot the deception. Certainly, I was aware that I was wearing and using the very best of everything and that that made a big difference both to my appearance and my confidence. I could recall quite clearly my previous life, my male callousness bred of countless uncaring moments and the slow creeping disappointment of marriage and family life. For the first time in many a year I felt alive, reborn and with a fresh approach. I had also met some really nice people such as Peter and Gina and my experiences in the FemsRace house had made me more thoughtful about what was happening to me.

I walked to Peter's car with Gina chatting and laughing. I felt my skirt brush my nylons and I picked my way carefully and daintily to the car and manoeuvred myself gently into the seat as Peter held the door open for me. While I was arranging my skirt and checking to make sure that not a speck of dust had landed on me during the ingress, I heard Gina climbing into the car and Peter making sure that she was comfortable. Hearing Gina's seat belt click reminded me to do the same.




The Club Pt. 03



Between work and whole bunch of other social engagements we'd not been able to arrange a meet up with N at The Club for nearly a month. We'd gone one Saturday night for a few hours just to enjoy the ambiance, and I enjoyed dressing you in a plunging top with no bra and showing you off to the appreciative patrons. 

It had been an enjoyable and we had fucked hard long into the night, but I think it brought it home to both of us how much we needed to N there too. As you slept, satiated after your climaxes I cleared our diaries for the following Friday evening and arranged for N to meet us at The Club.

We were perhaps an unconventional D/s relationship, as I enjoyed relinquishing control from time to time. I enjoyed seeing you enjoy the temporary control although my real pleasure was in the reassertion of my dominance and the punishment I meted out. 

The night before our date with N, in exchange for letting you come after hours of torment you had promised to be utterly brazen all day, and you certainly hadn't let me down. You'd left an incredibly hot audio file for me of us fucking the night before (I hadn't known you were recording it and hearing you beg until I finally relented was amazing). Throughout work you had sent me provocative pictures of you biting your lip or taking your finger in your mouth. You seemed to have a sixth sense to know just when I had managed to regain my focus and then send me another incredibly suggestive photo. 

You had worn a wrap dress to work but without the usual vest top underneath, and the photos at your desk as you leant forward were getting my pulse racing. The curve and bulge of your wonderful breasts looked divine, as had the series of pictures that detailed the slow edging up of the hem of your skirt, revealing your toned thighs, slightly spread.

You'd come up in the middle of the morning in to do some (spurious) work at the desk opposite me and it was all I could do not to rip your flimsy clothes from your hot body and take you right there. The way you bent forward flashing an impressive amount of incredible cleavage and slightly licked your lips with your eyes locked on me had made my cock incredibly stiff, so hard it ached for you. 

Annoyingly I'd not been able to lunch with you and you'd taken a stroll on the fine summer day. During my meeting I'd received a stream of photos of you sat on a quiet riverbank having your lunch. Your dress had ridden up your toned thigh and the sun glistened on it most alluring. The following photographs dwelt on you edging the hem of your dress higher until I could see the laced edge of your favourite Brazilian knickers and the delicious curves of your amazing ass. As you had planned I was utterly unable to concentrate and was considering taken myself into the toilets and wrapping my hand around my hard, throbbing shaft. 

I relented. We had a date later and I wanted to save myself for the wonders that lay ahead of us. We met directly after work and walked to a little French place for something light to eat before we meet N. As we walked you lead the conversation, telling me you've been thinking of me all day. You describe how your mind's been wandering, thinking of my magnificent cock buried deep inside you, how you need to be fucked hard by me soon. You begin to push my buttons, telling me what I want to hear, how you love my come inside you, how good it feels on your body. 

I whimper as we get closer, and your talk gets more and more extreme, my cock twitching for you, your hips swinging all the more, your hand brushing me gently. Just as we are about to go in you tell me that you're looking forward to me plugging your ass soon, maybe tonight, and that you'd left the plug and lube out for me to use when we get back from The Club. You leave me outside, stunned for a moment in sheer lust and love and fervent desire. 

I shake myself to, and follow you in. You're already sat down at the table, a small one in a quiet corner with a thick white tablecloth draped over it. I sit down and order a wine for us both, and some is quickly brought over along with some bread. As I take a sip of the wine I almost splutter at the feel of your foot high on the inside of my thigh. You'd kicked off your sandal and your bare foot edges closer to my still firm cock. 

You ask whether I'm ok and smile sweetly as you run the sole of your foot over my throbbing shaft, and make small talk of what you fancy for dinner, enjoying the way I am squirming. Your dress looks amazing on you of course, and you adjust the neck slightly and lean forward, flashing your cleavage at me, my mind instantly imagining my thick come there, covering your breasts gloriously. 

The waiter approaches and your foot stills but remains firmly pressed against my cock. I mumble an order, instantly forgetting what it is I have asked for. You take your time, playfully flirting with the waiter a little, knowing full well that I'm in the mood for that to turn me on too. He disappears with our orders and you take you foot down, lean in and smile at me. It's a delicious, beautiful, sexy, dirty smile. You're enjoying the power you have over me now, my nerves strung out, my cock twitching for you. 

You blow me a kiss, the kind of deliciously slutty sexy kiss I love and wiggle off to the toilets taking your bag with you. I sit back and blow out a deep breath trying to regain some composure. My cock aches from being so hard for so long, and my boxers feel damp from where you've forced pre-come from my desperate cock. 

My phone buzzes with a message from you. I click on it eagerly, careful for it not to be seen by anyone else. You've sent me a short video from the bathroom. Having locked the cubicle you'd filmed your hands roaming over your breasts, down your body and then hitching up your skirt. Focussing on your hips you edge down your knickers to show me your smooth, shaved pussy. You slip off your knickers and put them in your bag, take out your remote control vibe and slide it into your wet pussy, before raising the camera up to your beautiful face and blowing me a kiss. 

I'm still watching this quite incredible film when you join me back at the table, looking calm and as if you hadn't sent me one of the most amazing things ever. You ask me if I'm ok, all sweetness and innocence and all I can think of is your delicious cunt, wet and filled and barely a foot away from me. My cock is a twitching, throbbing shaft of pure hardness, ready to fill you utterly, to have the tight warmth of your pussy gripped around it. You ask again, as clearly I had been unable to answer and I mumber a stifle "uh-huh." You grin, obviously proud of the effect you're having on me, and as you do you fish out the remote control from your bag and place it on the table between us.

I immediately go to reach for it and you firmly place the tines of your fork against the top of my hand. Your eyes glare at me and my hand stills. Clearly it is not mine to play with at the moment, and I am impressed by your control, and make a note to punish you for this later. Instead, you slide it a little closer to you and turn it on, setting it onto a medium single pulse. It's silent and so my only way of knowing that it's working its way inside your warm pussy is the look of building pleasure on your face, the slight increase in colour of your lip and the way you are still gripping the fork firmly. 

Our cute waiter approaches, and I fully expect the remote to be hidden. However, a brave brazen B leaves it on the table, squirming in your seat a little. The waiter clearly glances down at it, his eyes lingering a little longer than normal and then holds your gaze for a moment. You stare back, briefly until you shyly look down, biting your lip. God you look hot when you do that, and I'm surprised the waiter doesn't try to fuck you there and then, I'd not have stopped him. 

Instead he goes about his business discreetly, and as he lays out the cutlery and so forth I feel the pressure of your foot once more stroking my ridiculously hard cock. You withdraw your leg, scoot a little closer and lean in, beckoning for me to do the same. You grin mischievously and say "My pussy is so fucking wet and horny for you sir. Should I turn the vibe up a little?" 

I nod eagerly, you reach for the remote and turn it up a notch, a slight moan of pleasure coming from your pretty mouth. You lips are parted, and you roll your tongue around them slightly. I have no idea whether this is subconscious or whether you're teasing me but I can't help but stare and imagine my cock parting those lips and sliding into your willing, skilfull mouth. You pick up my hand and begin to trace light kisses over my fingers, looking lustfully as you dart your tongue over them. Reading my mind you draw two of them into your mouth, taking them slowly deeper until they are enwrapped in the moist warmth of your mouth. It feel so amazing,and your teeth begin to clamp down in my soft flesh as your climax approaches.

For a second I can't believe that you're going to come for me, sat in a restaurant, your pussy stuffed with a remote control vibe, sucking my fingers as if they were my cock. The sheer brazen horniness of it is incredible, and utterly arousing. I notice you shuddering a little and realise your other hand is working your clit through your dress. 

It only takes a little pressure to push you over the edge and you gasp and moan slightly as you come. My hand naturally muffles you, and you try to come as quietly as you can. There is something incredibly hot watching you steal an orgasm like this, and I love the fact that the fact you couldn't really let go means you'll be even more voracious later, when I have you at my mercy.

Your climax is over quickly, you kiss the tips of my fingers and turn the vibe off, smiling a little shyly, the brazenness having left you for now. I lean forward and whisper in your ear "You're such a good girl B."

You grin, dipping your head, blushing slightly. "I try to please you Sir." you reply, and somehow you manage to make my cock stiffen even further. 

We chat, loving each other's company, time flying by as it always does when we're together. The food arrives, is eaten and cleared away in what feels like moments. For once I don't mind that time is rushing past us as I am very keen to get you to The Club, into a room and make you scream as loud as you can into the hand clamped over your mouth. I grin staring adoringly and lustfully at you, the rest of the world out of focus and unimportant. We leave, hail a taxi and head to N all in an absolute daze. 

The journey sees a turning point in the evening. The fresh air walking to the taxi has provided me with a semblance of self control and as time in my company has worn on the brazenness has left you and your natural submissive state has begun to reassert itself stronger than ever. We speak in low tones in the taxi, my voice low and a little threatening, yours soft and quiet. 

"Did you enjoy teasing me B?"

"Yes Sir. I mean no. I mean did it please you Sir?" You say hesitantly. I smile as I know you are back in my thrall.

"I did...but I'm afraid such behaviour has consequences." I pause but you wait for me to continue. "You do understand that don't you B?" 

You hang your head, submissive and supplicant "Yes Sir."

"And what are those consequences B?" I ask this to probe how submissive you. A decisive or suggestive answer means you're playing along at the moment. 

"I don't know Sir, whatever you think is appropriate". The right answer, said softly and genuinely, giving me your whole, totally and without question. It is by far the sexiest and hottest thing that you have done that evening. I pause, allowing the words to hang there, enjoying the way they sounded, the effect it has on my heart and my rapidly stiffening cock. 

"Good girl B."

I hold you close to me, possessively, until the taxi draws up to The Club. I pay the driver, open the door and let you in closing the door behind me swiftly. We walk through into the bar area, confident in our surroundings, my eyes immediately alight on N, sitting on a high stool at the bar. It had been a few weeks since we'd seen her, not even having had the opportunity to Skype again, since her master had banned it after last time. 

She looked great, wearing a tight black leather skirt, thin black vest and black leather jacket. Her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail offering up her neck and ears to your soft kisses. I glanced at you, instantly loving the way your face lights up as you drink her in. I grin too, thinking hot and bad-ass she looks and how I'm very pleased to have paid a bit extra in order to guarantee a specific room for tonight. 

I'm eager and so take you both by the hand and lead you away from the bar and to the curtained doorway. We're greeted by a member of staff there who had been expecting us, and they escort us down a further corridor, stopping at the eighth door. Turning and bowing slightly he leaves us, I motion for you to open the door and head in. You pause, nervous at what may behind the door and every muscle in your body wants to turn and run. Your steady yourself, swallow deeply and turn the handle. 

You open the door slowly and really only walk in because N and I were right behind you walking in. Whereas the room we'd been in before had been creams and soft golds, with a anteroom to get changed in, this was a single large room, dimly lit, gloomy almost with dark shadowy corners and crevices. Overridingly the colour of the room was a dull grey, with shards of silver and chrome glinting in the scant available light. The whole room had a feel of being an industrial basement somewhere remote, somewhere from which escape is impossible. 

I shut the thick heavy door behind us and slide the large mortise lock, dropping it in place with a resounding, definitive clank. Even with my back turned I command authoritatively "Take control of our captive N, I do not wish her to escape." 

As I turn I hear a slight scuffle and your delicious shriek of delight and fear escaping you as N roughly pushes you hard up against one of the large robust concrete pillars through the room. Her hands are locked through your arms behind your back, and with her shoulder planted into your spine forcing you up against the cold, rough concrete pillar. The scene is quite magnificent and I knew that I was going to enjoy reasserting my dominance over you, and showing N just how wonderfully responsive you could be to my torturous attention. 

Glancing around the room I spot a pair of leather cuffs with a sturdy metal chain running clipped to the metal d loops on each one. I unclip the chain and swiftly buckle them onto your still restrained wrists. I then walk to the other side of the pillar and pull your arms either side of the rough pillar, reattaching the chain. You are now firmly attached to the pillar and N slowly lets go. With her now free hands she firmly, possessively ran them over your restrained body, dwelling on your vulnerable neck. 

With her hand now squeezing your cheek N takes your earlobe in her mouth and uses her teeth on its soft flesh, sawing and squeezing much to your pleasure. As she works on your ear I cast around for one of the few toys we've never used, and grin as close to where the cuffs were I spy another set of cuffs for your ankles and a robust metal bar attached to them. Perfect. I buckle the first cuff to your left ankle and push your right leg to spread wide enough to attach to the other end of the pole. You try to comply but the dress prevents you spreading your legs far enough for me. 

N has been watching intently, reaches down and firmly hitches up your skirt, exposing your bare ass and allowing me to spread your legs wide, buckle on the second cuff to your ankle, then attaching the spreader bar. The curve of your ass drew an appreciative 'mmmmm' from N and she ran her hand over the delicious flesh. I stood behind you, my bulging cock desperate to be released from my trousers. Instead my hand joined N caressing you as I described how you'd behaved in the restaurant. 

N interrupted a few times to make me repeat certain details and I took great delight in her clearly aroused body language. As I concluded N stated "Well, it seems to me like B needs to be shown who's in charge." and I knew that your heart would be racing even as you cringed. "I think you should drive that big cock of yours into her right now until she's begging for forgiveness."

I hardly needed a second invitation and unzipped my trousers, levered out my shaft and drove it hard into your wet pussy. You squealed in shock as I impaled you on my cock with such force. The moans quickly moved to pleasure as I drove myself deep into you again and again. You'd been as wound up as I had been in the restaurant and your stifled climax had only made you hungrier for a hard fucking. My powerful thighs bulged with the effort of driving my cock deep inside you over and over. 

With nothing to grip onto, shackled to the pillar and your legs unavoidably spread wide you could do nothing but take the pounding I was giving you. You tried your best to push back a little but eventually gave up and leaned against the cold sharp concrete as my fingers bit into your hips and my pelvis smashes into you. You're lost in the rhyming hammering of my cock filling you utterly, and barely notice N's hands snaking over you and starting to firmly work your hard clit. 

It was all you needed to drive you over the brink. You start shuddering and screaming with delight as N works your clit hard, her hand a rough blur. I redouble my efforts, ploughing into your sweet pussy harder and faster. You tighten around my cock, shake and come hard, losing yourself in the powerful orgasm. My thrusts do not relent, I continue pumping my hard shaft into your spasming pussy as N eases off on your clit slightly. 

I'm close to my climax, can feel the wonderful ball of energy and pleasure build. Your tight pussy squeezes around the bulging head of my cock and I grip your hips even harder as impale myself into you. I pull my wet cock out of you just as I twitch to my climax. Thick ropes of come spill over your amazing ass, coating your pussy and a. I swear loudly, grateful at the release of pent up tension. 

I pull further away from you, my cock still stiff despite my climax. I admire the wonderful sight of my come glistening over your spectacular ass. My hand caresses your hip before running over a thick trail of sticky come and smoothing it into your skin. N smiles and walks over to a set of metal shelves, picks up something small from the top shelf and returns with a gleam in her eye. All of this is done behind your back, and the sound of footsteps as my hand caresses you is driving you wild. 

Silently N shows me the palm of her hand. Filling it is an exquisitely shaped plug, with a large purple jewel stopper. It's just the size you liked, big enough to feel full but not overly painful. My grin let's N know she's picked well. She ran the tip of the plug over you ass and through my slick come, and I watch captivated as she begins to cover the sides of the plug with its slippery wetness. She runs over your pussy, just about fucking you with it, enough to make you mew with pleasure and desire for more. You were so wonderfully responsive the N couldn't help herself and slid two fingers into your freshly fucked pussy and started a slow thrust. Her fingers curled to work your gspot and you pleadingly encouraged a firmer rhythm, rocking your hips backwards. 

Instead N kept the same pace and slowly edged the plug into come covered a. You gasp and arch your back as she slid it in, my come proving to be an effective lube. With a firm movement the head of the plug was inside you, the purple stopper looking amazing against your pale skin. Your initial shock had now disappeared and the fullness of your ass makes N's fingers inside you feel all the better. Your hips rock more keenly, trying to force her fingers deeper into you as my hand ran over your ass one last time before I walked around the pillar and stood imposingly in your eye line. 




The Club Pt. 03



The night passed in alternating periods of sleep and sex. Occasionally someone would build up the fire. Once, Barb went out to the kitchen and returned with drinks for everyone. Couples or singles made trips to the bathroom a few times. Throughout it all everyone remained completely naked and completely unselfconscious. Sometime a couple of hours before dawn everyone fell asleep.

Janet awoke to the sounds of sex and looked over to see Liz sitting astride Rick, riding him hard. She was instantly aroused and began to play with Charles. He was soon awake and had her rolled onto her back as he pounded her from above. When they came, Janet became aware that Barb and James were also similarity engaged.

As everyone began to come down, Barb announced, "That was definitely a hot game." There were murmurs of agreement. She went on. "But now I definitely need a shower." She stood and James started to stand with her. She stopped him with, "Alone. If you come I'll never get back for breakfast."

Everyone laughed and as she started across the room, Liz said, "Well, Janet and I can come. We need showers, too, and we're just as ready for breakfast."

"Sure, I don't think either of you are going to rape me. And I probably won't rape either of you. The guys are definitely a different proposition."

Laughing, the three women headed for the big downstairs bath. Janet called over her shoulder, "You guys can use the upstairs baths."

Rick, James, and Charles did use the two upstairs baths and still were back downstairs before the girls had returned., but they could hear a lot of laughing and giggling coming from the direction of the bath.

The three men had put on shorts only with the idea that after breakfast and before they had to leave around noon, they'd get another chance to get the girls undressed again. They were completely surprised when the three women came back into the room still completely naked. The women's dress was met with whistles and applause. "We just decided we'd like to stay like this for the rest of the morning," Liz said. "Now how about you guys giving us something to look at, too."The men didn't need a second hint and within seconds all six were once more naked.

Everyone was, by now, quite used to being nude and no one seemed to be the least bit self conscious. The six young people ate breakfast and cleaned up as though the absence of clothes was perfectly normal. Occasionally someone would slide a hand over an ass and maybe give a squeeze, but no one took this as a directly sexual approach and it didn't seem to matter which man felt which woman or vise versa.

After breakfast all the towels they had been using were loaded into the washer and the three couples sat around talking, paired boy and girl. There was a lot of petting between partners and the overall effect was to keep everyone on a sexual edge. Sub-consciously or otherwise, everyone put off any real gratification and let the teasing serve to increase the tension and excitement. Finally, after a couple of hours of the constantly rising level of sexual excitement, Janet and Charles gave into their desires and began to concentrate only on each other. This seemed to set off the other two couples and within a few minutes all six were coupled and nearing climaxes.

As they once more came down from a sexual high, James noticed the time and said, "Much as I would like to stay like this for the rest of the week, we'd better start getting ready to head back. And, Rick, this has definitely been the best time we've had together. I'm not sure what it's going to mean for the future, but I want to thank you."

The others chimed in their agreement. Rick answered, "I want you to know I didn't exactly have this in mind when I borrowed the cabin, but I agree. I think all of us feel closer." There was general laughter. "All right, you know what I mean. We've shared a lot of things in the past and I think this has made us even closer friends. I know I feel that way. I don't know what this is going to mean, either. Maybe we'll have to take our clothes off whenever we get together?" Again laughter. "Well, I can hope. Anyway I hope everyone feels as good about this as I do. But if anyone's bothered by what's happened and doesn't want it to happen again, please let us know. I'm sure no one wants to make anyone else uncomfortable. But I, for one, wouldn't mind repeating it sometime."

Everyone agreed, suggesting maybe borrowing the cabin again or finding somewhere else where they could get together. Rick reminded the other two guys that they were supposed to come help Joe cut wood and so on in two weeks and then said, "Well, we'd better get going if we're going to get his keys back on time. If we want to borrow this again, we'd better not piss him off."

Everyone stood and helped arrange the furniture back where it was. As they started to head back to get dressed and pack things, Liz said, "Just a second. I want to thank you guys for a great trip." She went up to Rick and put her arms around his neck and gave him a long, hard, open mouth kiss. She then turned to James and repeated the process, pressing her nude body full length against his. Then she did the same for Charles. As she pulled away, the effect of the kisses on each of the men was obvious.

Janet and Barb had watched the action and when Liz took her arms from Charles' neck, Janet said, "I want to thank you, too," and gave Charles a similar "full-body kiss."

As she pulled back from Charles and turned towards Rick, Barb moved over to James and soon the two of them were once again pasted to the men. Janet then kissed James as Barb went to first Charles and then Rick. As they broke away at last, everyone was a little breathless. "You are definitely welcome," Rick finally got out, "but we really do need to get going. Besides, if we do any more of that, somebody's going to get raped and I'm not even sure who." Amid more breathless giggles and laughter, the three couples headed to their own areas to get dressed and pack.



The Club Pt. 04



The Club - Ch. 5

Two weeks later the couples had settled into their summer routines. The first session of classes had started and part time jobs had begun. The guys had arranged to spend the weekend helping Joe up at the cabin and on Thursday night Janet got a call from Barb.

"I was just thinking that as long as the guys are gone this weekend, maybe we three could get together Saturday. Maybe a trip over to the beach and some seafood for supper? It's OK with Liz. Can you make it?"

"Sounds like the second best idea I can think of," Janet replied. "And with Charles gone, the best idea is out. What time?"

"I'll pick you up about seven. That'll give us time to get over to the coast and still beat most of the Saturday crowds."

"Sounds good," Janet said. "I'll bring a cooler of drinks. See you then."

Saturday morning Barb showed up right on time and five minutes later they had picked up Liz and were heading east. As they were leaving the city, Liz suddenly was hit with a huge yawn. "What's the matter, didn't get any sleep last night?" Janet teased.

"Actually I got a lot more than usual," Liz answered. "After all, Rick went up with the other guys yesterday afternoon. Maybe I was just bored."

"Bored, but not screwed," Janet put in.

"Something like that," Liz grinned back.

"I know the feeling - or lack of it," Janet said.

The girls continued the talk along those lines for the next twenty minutes when Liz finally said, "So, tell me, has your sex life changed any in the last two weeks?" Neither of the other two said anything for a couple of seconds and Liz went on, "Look, I'm happy to say that Rick and I have found a number of new things to try. Several from those tapes. Say, you two aren't feeling differently about our 'orgies' now, are you?"

Janet broke the silence. "No, really, I still think everything we did was terrific fun. And, OK, Charles and I have been trying a bunch of new stuff."

"Same here," Barb said. "I'll admit that I'm really beginning to get hooked on the bondage and discipline stuff. In fact, I bought a whole bag of clothes pins and everything I own is stay-press."

"You bought clothes pins, too?" Janet asked. "I got a whole bag. They do seem to have so many uses."

This was followed by general laughter and Liz said, "Well, I haven't bought any clothes pins." The other two looked at her and she went on, "I already had a bag. But we've found a lot of new ways to use them. And Rick came back with a surprise one night. Somewhere he found a small cat of nine tails. We both find that even hotter than a paddle - no matter which of us is using it."

"You've really tried whipping?" Janet asked. "Is it as hot as it looked in the tapes?"

"Even better," Liz replied. "Of course we're not actually using it hard enough to really hurt each other, but I find that being tied down and getting my ass lashed is even hotter than turning Rick's bottom red."

The three discussed some of their new games and techniques for a little while when Janet said, "You know, I sure hope we can borrow that cabin again. I'd love to watch you guys trying some of this stuff." Then she added, "And I get hot just thinking about you watching me."

Barb looked very thoughtful for a few seconds and then said, "We could probably find somewhere besides the cabin. Tell me, what would you two think about forming our own little club, like we saw in that one tape."

Everyone fell silent and the question hung in the air. Finally Liz said, "You mean our own BDSM club? Just the six of us?" Barb nodded. Liz slowly continued, "You know, there is an SM club on campus. I've met a couple of the girls. Some of them take this pretty seriously and seem to really be into the master-slave stuff. I don't think I'd have any interest in a club like that." Barb started to say something, but Liz held up her hand to stop her. "I wouldn't be interested in that, but the idea of a club with just the six of us sounds like a real turn-on. I know watching you guys on that trip definitely made me hot. And I know Rick loved it."

Janet slowly nodded agreement. "That pretty well says it. I'd never be interested in joining a bunch of other people and I certainly an not interested in any really heavy SM relationship, but more of what we did on the trip - that I could go for. And Charles liked it just as much, so I think he'd go for it too."

"Well, I did discuss it with James and he likes the idea," Barb said. "If you two are seriously interested and think Charles and Rick would be, too, maybe we can plan something."

"The more I think about it, the better I like the idea," Liz said.

"Me, too," Janet said. "But where could be do this stuff. I mean too much noise will carry in apartment buildings. As it is, Charles and I have to use gags sometimes and, frankly, I don't really care for them at all."

"I've thought about that," Barb said. "James is staying at his grandparents, remember? They have a two hundred acre farm twenty minutes from campus. And they are planning to be away on a trip most of the summer, starting next week. There's even an old barn we could use. Hasn't been used as a barn in years, but it's still in good shape. And the place is far enough away from everyone so you can really scream if you want to."

Janet and Liz looked at her. "You've really thought this out, haven't you?" Liz asked. Barb nodded. "It sounds perfect to me. And I'm sure Rick will love it, too."

Barb said, "We should know that by tomorrow night. James is going to sound out the other two while they're up at Joe's place this weekend."

"Well, let's assume they like the idea," Liz said. "What should we do to get started?"

Janet suddenly said, "How about an initiation? You know, like in the tape. In fact we could have two: We initiate the guys one weekend and they do us the next."

"I like that idea," Liz said. "But we should make some plans and some rules. Are we talking about just watching or are we talking about swapping?"

There was silence for a minute or so and then Janet finally said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for swapping. I'll admit that after those 'thank you' kisses before we left the cabin, I was so hot I probably wouldn't have minded which guy had me - or even if all three took turns. And I did like their hands on me. I'm not really jealous or anything. I mean I don't think I would mind it if Charles had one of you two, but I'm just not sure about going that far."

"I guess I sort of feel the same way," Barb added. "I won't rule it out sometime in the future, but now I think I would be more comfortable if we only had sex with our own boyfriends."

Liz added, "Me, too. Just our own guys. But what about other stuff? I mean we got and gave spankings to others. I, for one, think I might like having three guys teasing and tormenting me at the same time."

"I could go along with that," Janet said. "I'm just not sure about actual sex with anyone but Charles." Barb agreed.

"Another thing," Barb said. "I don't think any of us are interested in real domination or heavy pain or anything like that. Right?" The other two immediately agreed. "If either of you two think differently from what I say - or if you think the guys might - say so. I'll give you an idea of what I have in mind and you can let me know if you're thinking about something different. First, I expect we'll use words like punishment, whipping, and probably torture, but I don't think we'll mean it in the strictest sense of the word. Real torture is awful, I'm sure you'll agree with that. But what we're doing is playing and we'll say things that have a 'play' meaning. Also I'm not interested in any real humiliation. I don't mean no embarrassment - I was certainly embarrassed at some of the things I had to do playing that game up at the cabin, but that's not the same as actual humiliation. How's this sound to you two?"

"Exactly like what I'm thinking," Liz replied. "I don't mind a little embarrassment - I was pretty embarrassed when Rick tied me over that chair and fucked my ass after I won the game. But real humiliation is a complete turn-off. I also expect a lot of stuff will hurt. After all, that's what we're doing it for, to let the 'hurt' turn us on. But I'd never want any broken skin or blood or anything and certainly no permanent damage. I don't mind a few welts on my ass, but I have no urge to be branded or pierced. Rick and I always have a safeword and it is always honored immediately. And to make sure of that I think we should completely ban alcohol anytime we're playing games."

"I agree completely," Janet said. "Charles and I started using safewords, too. In fact, we have two: yellow light to slow down and red light means stop, now."

"That sounds like the perfect set," Liz said. Barb agreed and Liz suggested, "Let's adopt them for the club."

The two immediately agreed. Barb went on, "We said only sex with our boyfriends, but OK to some hands-on action - punishment or otherwise - from any of the guys. But what about oral contact?"

Liz slowly said, "I guess I could go either way with that. We all know each other so well and I don't think any of us would be jealous. I know I wouldn't be." The other two shook their heads in agreement. "If we're having this club to increase our fun, I suppose we should give it the OK. I'm sure it'll be a lot hotter if we don't rule that out of bounds."

"It does open up more possibilities," Janet said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have two set of lips on me at once."

Barb squeezed her knees together hard and sucked in her breath. "Not to mention what we could do to one of the guys if we were acting as a team."

"OK," Liz said. "Oral is OK with any of them. But another thing we need to decide about is how much do we do with each other. I mean, I know that Rick hasn't got a gay bone in his body. He is not at all interested in other guys and I'm strictly hetero myself. But I expect we may not want to rule out punishing each other."

Janet and Barb were both silent for half a minute. Then Barb said, "I hadn't thought about that. I'm sure James wouldn't like touching or being touched by another guy at all. And, like you, Liz, I'm only interested in sex with men. In fact, one man in particular. But the idea of using a strap on one of you two or getting my bottom spanked lying over your lap does turn me on. I wouldn't have expected it and I'm not suggesting gay sex, and I hope neither of you are offended, but the idea of all five of you tormenting my bound bod sounds awfully hot."

"I'm certainly not offended," Janet said. "I'll admit it does sound pretty hot. And like James, I know Charles wouldn't want to do anything with the other two guys. But I'm not even completely sure about myself. Maybe we can leave that open and just use the safewords to stop anything that starts to feel uncomfortable."

"That sounds like the best idea," Barb said, and Liz agreed with her. "What about toys? I know we have a few, but I think a few more might make things more fun. But I have no idea where to get them or even exactly what we should get."

Liz spoke up. "I think I might know where." The other two looked at her with interest. "I know a girl who told me about a couple of 'girls only' parties she went to. Sort of like Tupperware parties, but these were for 'adult' toys. I happened to meet her the other day and we started talking a little about the parties and she mentioned that the girl who gave them is working at a place up in DC. An adult toy store. We could go up there one day and get some stuff."

"I've never been in one of those places," Janet said, "but aren't they full of dirty old men and other characters we'd probably like to stay away from?"

"It's true there is some of that," Liz answered. "Rick and I went to one once just to see what was there. If we go in the daytime - especially on a weekday - I don't think we'll have any problem. Besides the three of us would be together, so it's not the same as one of us going alone."

"That sounds good," Barb said, "but we'd better not get too carried away until we talk to the guys."

"No," Liz answered, "but can you imagine them not wanting to do this? I mean, seriously, would there be any chance they wouldn't be interested? You saw how turned on they got up at the cabin."

"I expect you're right," Janet said. "I'm almost 100% certain Charles would love it."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," Barb said. "There's also the little matter of money. I expect this stuff is pretty expensive."

"It's not cheap," Liz said. "When Rick and I went to the shop I saw an awful lot of stuff. In fact, a lot of things I couldn't even identify. And the stuff I did recognize was a little pricy. But we have to look at this club as a lot of entertainment. How much would we spend on recreation without it, even just over the summer? And we'll still have this stuff at the end of the summer."

"Liz is right," Janet said. "If we do this we'll be splitting things six ways. If we're going to initiate the guys first, though, it might be more fun if they didn't see what we have beforehand. But I expect they'll trust us to pick stuff out and still help pay for it. We can talk it over with them and see how much we all feel we can handle."

"That sounds good to me," Barb said. Then suddenly she added, "Hey, there's our turn off. Let's go lie in the sun for awhile."

They spent the rest of the day mostly just lying around. Several times the talk turned back to the club and ideas for what they could do and what equipment they would need. Finally, after a day of thinking mostly about sex and filling themselves with crab, they headed back home. The next day the men returned and, not surprisingly, they were as enthusiastic about the idea as were the girls.

The first summer term would end in two weeks and they decided on the first club meeting for the weekend after classes finished. It was agreed that the girls would initiate the men then and roles would reverse the following weekend. As expected the men agreed that the women could make the first shopping trip for toys, but warned them not to spend all the money. The men might want to find something later. Janet, Barb, and Liz agreed to go up to DC on the Tuesday before the club meeting and try to find the girl, Susan Cole, about whom Liz had spoken.

When that Tuesday arrived, the three left and made the long drive, arriving about two thirty. They stopped at a phone booth and looked up the store. "Here it is," Liz said. "'Adult Pleasure Island.' Say, it's not really in the city, but out towards Reston."

They drove to the address shown and found the shop in a small strip mall along with shoe and clothing stores, a couple of restaurants, an office supply store , and a pet shop. The location looked clean and middle class, much better than the girls had expected. The store itself had only a sign giving it's name and the notice, "Novelties for adults. You must be 18 to enter."

Liz parked near the shop and the three sat still for a minute. "Well, come on," Liz finally said. "This looks a lot better than we expected and, after all, we did come here to shop. Let's go on inside." The other two followed her lead and got out of the car. They walked up to the shop door feeling that hundreds of people were watching them. Actually, there were only a few dozen cars in the mall lot and no one paid any attention to them at all.

They entered the door and the first impression was of an intimate apparel shop. But this impression lasted only seconds as they looked around and saw, in addition to the racks of sexy clothing, rows of shelves with books and magazines, most showing fully or partially nude women on the covers. There was also a large selection of video tapes. But what really stood out were the displays of sex toys: on tables, shelves and even the wall. There was a raised area with a high glass display cabinet-checkout counter. Behind the counter a woman was sitting on a high stool, not unlike a barstool, reading a thick book. She was probably twenty four or five, about five ten or five eleven, with long, blonde hair worn hanging down to her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and wore a skin tight shirt showing off large, firm breasts. The shirt had the top three buttons undone and her skirt reached only to mid thigh. Except for her the store was empty. The girl glanced up at them and then went back to her book.

The three girls wandered around for a few minutes, looking at everything. They spotted a display of BDSM equipment next to the checkout counter and began to discuss the different items. The variety was much greater than they had imagined and many of the items were completely baffling in their use. They continued to discuss the items for several minutes until finally the girl behind the counter said, "Excuse me girls." Her smile and tone were very friendly and Janet found herself liking her immediately. "I couldn't help overhearing you. Maybe I can answer a few questions and give you some advice if you tell me what you're looking for."

Liz turned towards her and noticed a name tag for the first time. It read "Susan." "Hi," Liz said. "Are you by any chance Susan Cole?"

The girl looked both interested and hesitant at the same time. "That's right," she said. "Have we met."

"No, not really. But I know a girl who used to go to some of your 'Toy Parties'." Liz went on to explain who the mutual acquaintance was and then a little bit about what they were doing there. She introduced Janet and Barb and then said, "As you can probably guess, we've just begun to try out a few new things. We're looking for some basic equipment, so maybe you can help us."

"Sure, I'll be happy to," Susan smiled at them. "Just what sort of stuff are you trying? Are you tops, bottoms, or some of both?"

The three looked blank and Susan smoothly went on, "A top is the one who dominates, the master. A bottom, or sub, is the slave. Also are you playing with men or each other?"

Even Liz was turning a little red at the frank questions. Talking directly about things with the other two was one thing, but with a stranger, no matter how friendly, it was something entirely different. She managed to get out, "We're a little of both, I guess. And we play with our boyfriends. No heavy relationships, just play."

Susan immediately caught their embarrassment and smoothly tried to relax them. "Look, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone who tries this has to start sometime. And just because you play some BDSM games doesn't mean you're into a master-slave relationship. Why don't you give me an idea of what you're tried or what you want to and maybe I can make some suggestions."

Barb decided that as long as they had come this far - and besides, she'd never see this Susan again - she might as well try to explain. "Well, we've tried spanking and paddling and a little bondage - ropes and stuff. A few clothes pins and a leather belt or two. We don't know exactly what we want, but we got the idea of starting a club for ourselves and our boyfriends. We're looking for some equipment to get started."

"Well, that helps. Say, it's three thirty now. My shift ends at four. Why don't you look around at stuff for the next half hour and then we can all go somewhere for something to drink. Or maybe supper. That would give me time to talk to you about things in more detail and help you make the best choices."

Liz smiled and answered for them. "I think I'd like that. It's awfully nice of you. Tell you what, we'll buy you supper and you can repay us with advice." Barb and Janet echoed the invitation.

For the next half hour the three wandered around the store examining everything with great interest. Two or three other customers came in, but otherwise the place was quiet. Susan spent most of her time with her book except when helping customers, but she was always ready to answer a question when the three had one. About five til four a man in his thirties entered from somewhere in the back. Susan looked up and said, "Hi, Tom. Ready for the evening hordes?"




The Club Pt. 04



Chapter 6 Return to FemsRace

Whilst Gina busied herself in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me I showered, shaved and dressed carefully in my best clothes and sat applying my make up for a long time. Eventually, I stood up and studied myself in the mirror. I looked really good, very passable, ready for my day en femme and my return to the FemsRace mansion. I was not in any way overdone or tarty, just well dressed and the make up made my face look really feminine. I packed my clothes carefully in a suitcase that I found on top of the wardrobe. It was all beautiful and very feminine with one or two slutty skirts and tops that made my heart race with anticipation. Who would see me in this PVC mini skirt and this off the shoulder satin gypsy blouse? Not Gina that was for sure.

After a sad farewell with Gina, Peter drove me back to the FemsRace mansion. It seemed a long way and Peter confirmed that it was a much shorter walk than a drive. Memories of my mud soaked trip flooded back and this brought reminders of my anal rape. I cannot honestly say that the experience of the rape itself was all bad. I was cold, wet and chained to a tree and my assailant had made no attempt to comfort me, he had just taken what he wanted and walked away. Although I had felt humiliated and degraded at the time and had no wish to be used again in such a callous manner, I did feel that if the same scene of me being dressed, as I was now, and a man about, Peter excepted I regret, if I could command the same attention and that man wanted to rape me....no....make love to me, would I object? My cock stirred at the thought and I resolved to do everything expected of me when I was dressed but try harder to control my partners carnal urges so that it was done on my terms rather than theirs.

We reached the mansion and Peter rescued my suitcase from the boot. He went to shake my hand and I ignored the proffered hand and embraced him fully and kissed him lightly but lingeringly on the lips. He looked a little startled and did not really respond but I felt it was what I wanted to do. This man had been kind to me and quite the gentleman to boot. I waved as he drove away but he didn't wave back. He was smiling though.

I entered the mansion with my small suitcase and was met in the lobby by Lisa. This time the skirt was very short indeed and the stockings were black and the shiny heels were high. Her hair was slightly different and a sheer blouse was showing her bright red bra. I realised with a shock that the skirt was red rubber.

She saw me looking at her attire and laughed. " This is the one place in all the world where I can dress like this" she said " Let it all go. You look really nice" she said, hers eyes dancing over my clothes and understated make up " quite the lady if I may say so and you seem to have learnt a lot at Gina's place."

I felt sort of superior but at the same time a bit pompous and I remembered the PVC skirt and satin top that I had packed so carefully. Maybe I could change into it.

Lisa spoke again " A lot of the members indulge in dressing up in outrageous outfits. It is a part of our membership and although you are a a man and they know that there might be a man or two in the house, you are not allowed to be in any way sexual or make advances to the members."

" I understand, Madam" I said " but I feel a little demure dressed like this. Can I change please?"

She looked at me for a moment and then a broad smile and she clapped her hands together " I just knew you would be perfect here. You are so.........girly!"

I blushed and smiled weakly. "If you say so, Madam" I said.

Lisa led me to a changing room and I lost no time in changing from my lovely pastel skirt and cream blouse into my PVC mini skirt and the gypsy blouse. Both were black and shiny and the sleeves of the blouse slipped off my shoulders to reveal the cerise straps of the skimpy bra and knickers set I had also changed into. With a change of shoe to black 3" heels I felt really ready and left the changing room to meet Lisa who was organising something behind a desk in the entrance foyer. She looked up and smiled at me with real warmth. "Something missing, hold on" and she rummaged in her bag and held up a lipstick. I found a mirror and applied the bright red lipstick and quite a bit more make up. Lisa popped her head round the door and yelled "Come on you lazy slut, hurry up! Oh, and leave your suitcase there. I will organise getting it up to your room. OK?" I mumbled loudly as I blotted my lipstick. 

I clattered out of the changing room and Lisa declined the proffered lipstick and said "keep it" I put in in my handbag with all my other make up and shouldered the strap as Lisa and I walked chatting into the members lounge.

The lounge was not really crowded but was large and sumptuous with pillars supporting the ceiling. No natural light but extensive lighting pooled in certain areas and shaded in others. On all the walls and quite a few pillars were art works depicting the nude or semi nude male and female form in all its artistic beauty. Thee were tables and chairs plus settees and coffee tables and I spotted a maid in full costume behind a bar serving tea and coffee. I wondered idly whether she was really a she.....a fantasy for many men who cross dress, I believe. I wondered whether I could dress like that and felt my cock stir at the thought. My thoughts were obviously plain to see as Lisa gently coughed and I looked at her as she grinned at me. I blushed. "Yes you can" she said gently "let me know when you are ready and I will arrange for you to be trained". I blushed even deeper and felt my cheeks get hot. Be a maid!! Oh wow!

Lisa and I settled on a sofa and a maid fetched us some coffee. The next few hours passed in a beautiful way with us chatting and touching and discussing the stables and my journey to them. Even my sexual encounter with Gina had an airing. Throughout, without me really noticing, Lisa was asking lots of 'how did you feel about that?' questions. She became very girlie indeed when we discussed the shopping trip and asked me why I picked what I picked. Again 'how did I feel?' came up time and time again. I felt absolutely delicious dressed as I was and I could feel and hear my stockings swishing as I crossed or uncrossed my legs. It was only later that Lisa leant towards me conspiratorially and whispered " You do realise that you have not had an erection throughout our chat?". It was a bombshell and I went quiet for a second. A slow smile crept across my face and I felt my make up flex. "No, I haven't have I?" I replied and, at that moment I realised what I wanted. I wanted to be a T Girl, to be seen as a girl and mix with them on the same level, to enjoy dressing up in feminine and sexy clothes.

That of course, begged the final question........why? If it wasn't sexual in terms of shagging women, did I want to attract men? Was I gay? Was all this heading for a sex change? Would I be happier as a result.

I looked long and hard at Lisa. We had become good friends or at least, my feminine side was Lisa's friend. I was enjoying her company. I idly wondered whether she was a lesbian and, of course where that left me as a TV male. Did she fancy me dressed? My cock remained flaccid but I still felt good, warm, amongst friends. Obviously, the removal of outside pressures gave me a sort of peace of mind, gave me the opportunity to just relax and enjoy being a girl. I had never gone this far before with cross dressing and I found the experience of being at FemsRace very inspiring. Was it just a holiday feeling or was this something bigger. Certainly my make up skills and dress sense had come quite easily to me and I was surprised how often I was looking in mirrors at myself, checking my 'look'. I walked carefully and daintily to the ladies and used the facilities for a pee and a make up freshen. Only on the way back did I realise that I had quite naturally gone there on my own, sat down to pee and exchanged looks and a greeting with another girl in there, I also noted that I was walking carefully and daintily and when I sat down again, I smoothed my skirt as I did so.

I looked at Lisa. "I think I could get very used to this, Lisa."

Chapter 7:- David becomes..........

I think it was about this point that I started to take charge of things. Up to this point it had been abduction and, to some extent, forced feminisation. Nevertheless, this excursion, for want of a better word, had made me realise that I had been drifting for some time without any purpose. The thought of becoming a T Girl, even a TransSexual left me with butterflies in the tummy but I knew that I had to control it and nurture it myself to see how far it went. Frankly it was this afternoon with Lisa and the session with Gina plus the anal rape that had made me thoughtful and receptive. I wondered whether this FemsRace society had seen this feminine side of me or whether they had a failure rate with other men. I was past caring. I was going to do this for me, to express a part of me that I had not known about. This new part intrigued me and I wished to explore it.

At this stage, I knew that I needed some help and that I needed to get a routine together that enabled me to be this T Girl for as long as possible and as often as possible. Indeed, I could already see some problems ahead with documentation like passport, driving licence, even credit cards. I wanted this so badly that I knew I would find a way round it all.

Lisa looked at me intently. " I can see the gears going round, David." " Tell me what you are thinking."

So I let it all go. The fact that I was loving being a girl and being with other girls who accepted me at face value, my fear of what lay ahead, the constant maintenance and grooming so I could slip into fem mode whenever I wanted. Would I be brave enough to go to work as a girl? Was I convincing enough to be in the real world dressed, as in Tesco or the local garage?

So Lisa laid it out for me. Body hair could be removed semi permanently with electrolysis but it was expensive and time consuming. Shaving, waxing or hair removal creams were the only other options and would require attention at least every other day. I would need to spend many hours with creams and lotions to make my skin soft. It was also obvious that if I were to do this, only the finest and most feminine clothes and underwear would do. There was not an option for just jeans and a T shirt unless I was planning to go full time as a woman with all that implied.

I could short circuit some of this with hormone treatment which would make me grow breasts and my cock and balls to shrivel away and it would help me to think in a more feminine way. At the same time, a T girl would not want to have erections whilst dressed although many do and that is why they dress. On the sexual front, it was fairly obvious that a good T girl would be attractive to men. Surely I would not want to be servicing men sexually. At the same time I had idly wondered what it would feel like to suck another man's cock and to take a penis up my bum. I had once tried to get a girl friend to put a strap on up my bum but she had declined at the last moment saying it was disgusting.

Certainly I knew that there were several avenues to explore and I looked forward to that with some anticipation.

Lisa and I spent all afternoon discussing girlie things and me as a girl. Lisa certainly found me easy to be with and we laughed and touched just as two girls would. I don't think I had ever been this relaxed before or more relaxed in the company of a woman. I do remember asking Lisa what sexual orientation she enjoyed. I cannot remember the answer but got the impression that she was not that bothered about it. I think she laughed it off. Anyway, it seemed to be getting late but I realised that I had no watch and now noticed that there were no clocks or watches anywhere in evidence.

" Are you hungry, then?" Lisa asked to my enquiry as to what time it was. I certainly felt that I could eat something although tea and biscuits had been readily available throughout our soirée. I noticed that Lisa ate and drank very little and I idly wondered whether I should be tucking in to such fattening foods. I must watch my figure if I really wanted to be a T Girl and pass in public.

Lisa took me through to the dining room via the ladies where we freshened our make up and teased our hair into shape. Dinner was delicious and well served by the maids who were unobtrusive but effective.

I did notice at this point how often I checked and smoothed my appearance both in any mirror that I passed ( and there were lots! ) and my compact mirror. It didn't seem wrong and I accepted it completely. I had noticed a very slight softening of my facial features and I noticed that hair growth seemed attenuated in some way or I was shaving more often, I really couldn't tell.

When we returned to the lounge area it was quite crowded and I did no more than scan the room with a cursory glance and I realised with a mild shock that I was actually looking at the clothes they all wore rather than anything else. Amazing!

At that point Lisa sat next to me, quite close and leaned to whisper conspiratorially in my ear. " There is another scene for you to ... experience tonight" and I looked at her quizzically. She looked more serious and our eyes searched each others. I felt this woman was my close friend and I grabbed and held her hand. " I am yours to command, Lisa my darling, the experience here has been good and I trust you."

"You might not say that later" she said earnestly and I could tell that she was struggling with something. "It is just that you have come further than we expected and much faster too so this ....scene...was arranged before we knew that."

I looked at her. I knew she was a bit uptight about it but the man side of me felt strong enough to cope with almost anything so I invited her to 'go ahead, bring it on'.

"Come with me" Lisa said and stood up. I rose gracefully, legs together and smoothed my skirt, adjusted my straps and shouldered my bag. We both lapsed into silence as we left the lounge area and used the wooden stairs that led to my bedroom and bathroom. 

This time Lisa led me to another door of the landing and unlocked it. The door swung open and Lisa stepped in. I followed her. Inside was a room bare of any furniture or indeed furnishings. It was stacked high with dress rails, the type that stood on four legs. Each rail was completely full of dresses, skirts and jackets and all other types of female apparel. I did note that some of it was black and shiny. Rubber! A favourite of mine. Without preamble and still in silence, Lisa picked a hanger and sure enough a rubber garment came into view. As it fell away to reveal its length, it became plain that it was a catsuit. I did notice that there were some boxes labelled 'jewellery' on shelves behind the dress racks but Lisa didn't bother with anything else but told me to strip to my panties. I did so. It would be difficult to be shy with this woman and anyway, my cock didn't stir. Nerves I suspected.

For those of you who have ever struggled into a rubber catsuit, the next ten minutes need no re-telling. A lot of body lube and talc after a bath and the now routine shave and some help from Lisa as the zip on this one was down the back. Unusually, I noticed that the zip was purely at the back and gave no access to my now limp and small penis contained in my gaffe. Of course not having any form of erection was much more comfortable and unbecoming for my new girly side anyway. To be frank, I hardly noticed my penis at the time and only writing about it now makes me remember this.

The catsuit was pretty sensational once on. Smooth and a good fit ( Tailored? ) an application of shine finished the effect and I slipped back into my black heels and paraded up and down in front of a mirror adjusting and settling the tight rubber. I loved the way creases appeared at each movement and disappeared as I moved again. I was in heaven! Lisa embraced me and I felt her rub her rubber skirt against me and I am sure I heard a low groan from her.

She looked deep into my eyes and I smiled gently back at her. " The next part is not so nice. You will need to trust me that this scene needs to happen even though I have gone on record to the...management that you are already way past this."

"OK, Lisa, honey, I will trust you and if I need to, endure it."

"It will only last a few hours." she said.

She turned away from me and bent down to a box that was under a rack of clothes. I swear I heard her rubber skirt squeak! Anyway, the contents of the box were a large selection of rubber dildos with attached straps and several hoods. She selected a floppy hood and helped me remove my wig and placed it carefully on a waiting plaster head on the windowsill. The hood went over my head and she pulled and patted the tight fitting garment which exposed my face from just above the eyebrows to just beneath my mouth. I could feel the pressure on my cheeks as she laced it up at the back. She tucked the loose shoulder flap under my catsuit. Mittens were placed on my hands and my fingers curled up as she tightened the leather cuffs and the lacing up to my elbows. I felt a little restricted now and I felt the butterflies of fear. 

Next, I had to don countless dildos that were strapped to my ankles, knees, elbows and wrists. Next came a strap on that buckled tightly around my waist. Then a sort of bra was fastened around my bust and that had dildos on each cup. Last was a dildo gag in my mouth. All of them were long and thin and waved around obscenely when I moved.

Lisa then led me back down the stairs and to my mortal embarrassment, across the now crowded lounge. Everybody was staring at me and I felt my unseen rubber clad cheeks go red as the forest of dildos waved about as Lisa led me past them their staring eyes.

At last we reached the far side and went through a door into a large but dimly lit room which contained nothing but a huge low bed. Without preamble, Lisa bade me lie face up on the bed and then spreadeagled my arms and legs and tied them to ropes from each corner. My dildo forest stilled itself as I ceased to move. Lisa leant over my face and I could see concern written there.

" Are you OK?". I could only grunt a reply and to be honest, it was not really an affirmative. Nevertheless, I had agreed to allow Femsrace a free hand with me and, so far I had enjoyed the experience, even allowing for the negative sides of which this was merely one more.

I heard Lisa leave the room but I didn't hear the door close behind her. Through my rubber hood I could just hear the faint murmur of voices. I could barely lift my head or move very much so I stopped wondering and just rested myself, wondering what happened next.

I was not long in finding out.



The Club Pt. 04



Tom laughed and replied, "As ready as ever. Not that I expect a packed house on a Tuesday, but you never know. Say, you could always stand around outside and advertise."

"No, thanks," Susan said. "I'm sure I've got a better offer." She closed her book and went over to Liz. "I'll get my stuff and meet you out in the parking lot."

Tom had given the three of them a frank appraisal when he first came in. Now he saw they were waiting for Susan and seemed to lose interest. The three went out and Susan was just coming around from a side door. "Why don't we take our car?" Liz suggested. "At least if you know anywhere fairly close."

"Well, there's a pretty good Italian place about a mile and a half from here," Susan said. "How's that sound to you guys?"

"Fine with me," Liz said and looked at the other two. Janet and Barb both immediately agreed. "OK," Liz said, getting into the car. As Susan climbed in beside her, Janet noticed the book Susan had been reading: Elements of Corporate Law. Liz said, "Tell me how to get there," and they started off.

Ten minutes later they were seated at a round table with a red checked cloth with a candle burning in a basket-covered wine bottle. They ordered meals and then Janet said, "I couldn't help noticing your book, Susan. Isn't that a little heavy reading for Adult Pleasure Island?"

Susan laughed. "Yeah, it probably is, but there wasn't much business today. I'm in Law school. In fact I should graduate this December. In a town where one out of every twenty-two adults is a lawyer, there isn't a lot of opportunity as a clerk. Besides, I like working there and they pay me pretty well. Actually, I know part of the reason they like having me work is the way I look. And you might have noticed I dress more for a sex store than a law office."

"Isn't that a problem sometimes?" Barb asked. "I mean, aren't there a lot of men you would want to stay away from who come to the store?"

"Well, mostly I work days or weekday evenings. And anytime I'm there at night, Tom or one of the other men is around. After dark, they always walk me out to my car and I've never had any real trouble. Oh, a drunk now and then, but nothing serious. Besides I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. I know I look pretty good and I like to show it off. Not that I would do anything more than tease. I love sexy play, but only with my husband."

"You're married?" Janet asked in surprise. "I mean I didn't see a ring."

"Oh, I am very married," Susan laughed. "I don't wear the ring at work. Turns the men on more. But I definitely have one." She reached into her purse and removed a wedding ring which she then placed on her finger. "Bill is a Resident at one of the local hospitals. He doesn't mind my showing off and I don't mind him flirting with the nurses. We both know our relationship is too solid to worry about stuff like that."

"I met Bill back when we were both undergraduates and we got married the last semester of Senior year. Neither of us has looked seriously at anyone else since then. In fact, he's the one who introduced me to BDSM games."

"You play them yourself, then?" Liz asked.

"Definitely. We love them. Both sides. But, like you, only for play. No head games and no master-slave stuff. We even have a pretty good dungeon ourselves. Now maybe you can tell me a little more about yourselves and your boyfriends and I can make some suggestions."

The three glanced at each other and then Liz said, "Well, like we said, we've played bondage and spanking games for a while. Between a couple of months and a year. Last month the three of us and our boyfriends went up to a friend's cabin in the mountains for a couple of days. We'd never done more than neck in the same room before, but that night we got into a game of - don't laugh - strip Trivial Pursuit. The three of us lost and ended getting spanked in front of everyone. The next day we found some adult tapes. I think they were from a Campus Studs and Vixens series."

"I think we carry them," Susan murmured.

Liz went on. "One of them was about a BDSM club which probably gave us the idea. We also found an adult game called Sexual Trivia."

Susan looked interested. "I've heard of that, but I've never seen it."

"Well, it's a lot like Trivial Pursuit except the questions are all sex related. And there are penalties when you miss a question. Anyway we ended up doing a lot of stuff in front of each other and we all found it a turn on. We didn't do any swapping, but we had sex with our boyfriends in front of each other and a lot of other stuff. Just recently we decided to form our own club. We're interested in BDSM sex games, but no real heavy stuff. Whipping is OK, but no broken skin, no permanent damage. And no humiliation. We just love the stimulation of a little pain and bondage."

"That sounds an awful lot like what Bill and I do. Well," Susan asked, "What equipment do you have already? And where are you planning on having your club? An apartment or house or what?"

Barb answered, "We're planning on using a building on my boyfriend's grandparents' farm. They're going to be gone for most of the summer and we figure we can set up stuff there. As to what we have, well, we have lots of clothes pins." The other two girls laughed and Susan smiled, but looked a little uncertain. Barb went on, "Sorry, private joke. We do have clothes pins, a couple of wood paddles, leather belts, and one small cat of nine tails. Some rope and that's really about all."

"OK," Susan, "that gives me a starting place. Now, I hate to ask, but what about money?"

Janet answered her, "We decided to spend a reasonable amount on stuff. At least we hope it's reasonable." She told Susan how much.

"That's definitely a reasonable amount. It won't buy you the best dungeon on record. A lot of real enthusiasts will put thousands into their equipment. Even tens of thousands in some cases. But for what you're talking you can equip a pretty good starting setup. Let me make a few suggestions and you can tell me if I'm going in the right direction. OK?"

The three agreed and Susan went on, "Well, I expect you will want some wrist and ankle cuffs. If you are planning on having more than one 'victim' at a time, you will want a set for each. And you'll need several whips. I'd recommend each of you get a basic cat - about twenty-four inch tails - for yourselves. Then maybe one larger and one smaller cat. I'd steer clear of single tailed whips. It takes a lot of practice to be able to use them right without doing any real damage. You have wood paddles. Frat types?" They nodded. "Those are fine. Maybe you want to add a leather paddle. And clothes pins are great, but you might want to consider some real nipple clamps. Maybe clover clamps. I can show you what they are. And of course you'll want some dildos and vibrators. What about butt plugs? Ever use one?"

They all said they hadn't and Barb finally said, "I don't even know what one is. I think I can guess, but I'm not sure."

"They're dildos designed for the rear. Tapered, with a large bump narrowing down to a thin neck and then flaring out to a wide, flat base. Designed so they can't accidently slip in or out. They give an incredible feeling of fullness."

The waiter brought their food and they changed the subject until he was finished and left them alone again. Then Susan continued, "What about masks and gags."

"Not interested," Janet quickly replied, and the other two agreed.

"OK," Susan went on, "There are a lot of other things I can show you, too. But let me give you some advice. There are some things we have at the shop, but you can get them a lot cheaper elsewhere. For example, buy your rope at a discount or sporting goods store. Hardware stores have all kinds of chain and snap clamps as well as electrical alligator clips. If you can use a few tools, you can build a lot of furniture and stuff and then pad it with foam and fake leather from a fabric store."

"My father is a cabinet maker," Janet said. "I grew up helping him and am pretty good with tools. I'm sure we could use the workshop at James' grandparents' place."

"There's also clothing," Susan continued. "We sell a lot of stuff. And while latex and skin tight leather turn a lot of people on, those clothes are pretty expensive."

"We'll probably not wear too many clothes," Liz remarked, dryly.

"Well, naked is nice," Susan said, "but don't underestimate the impact of the right garment. It can be very effective if the victim is nude, but the top is dressed in something. One of the simplest, and one that I think is one of the most effective, is a plain, short, leather kilt. Or satin or velvet, but I like leather. You can make that easily. Just cut a strip, maybe sew edging seams, and add a little Velcro. Also, a plain gold or silver chain can be worn as 'clothing' to good effect."

They talked throughout dinner. Once, while discussing the paddles, Susan suggested, "If you want to make a paddle really sting, you can drill a bunch of holes in it. About half an inch across. Just be sure to sand the edges. Splinters can take the fun right out of a hot game."

When they had finished eating, Susan offered to go back to the store with them and help them make their selections. They agreed and made the short drive back to the little mall. This time when they entered the store there were about a dozen other customers, mostly men, but one couple and one group of two girls. Susan helped them select items, explaining the finer points of each and making helpful suggestions. They bought most of the items Susan had suggested, including three sets of wrist and ankle cuffs, three cats, several other things she had talked about, as well as a couple of other things she hadn't mentioned.

By the time they were finished it was near eight o'clock. As they loaded their new toys into the trunk of the car, Susan asked, "What are you girls going to do now? You're not planning or driving all the way back tonight, are you?"

"No, we'd planned on getting a motel room and going back early tomorrow. Any suggestions on a cheap, clean place nearby?" Liz asked.

Susan looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "Well, if you don't mind sacking out on the couch or floor, you're welcome to come back to my place for the night."

"We couldn't do that," Liz immediately said. "You've been wonderful already and we wouldn't want to impose any more. Besides what would your husband say if you showed up with the three of us?"

Susan gave than a frank look. "He'd probably whistle and wish he could get you undressed. That is, if he were there. He started a long shift today and won't be home until tomorrow night. Come on. It won't be any trouble for me. I'd enjoy the company of someone besides my vibrator tonight. Besides, that way I can show you my dungeon and maybe give you some more ideas. I'd really like it if you came."

Liz looked at the other two and then nodded slightly. "All right. How do we get there?"

"Let me get my car," Susan said. Than just follow me. It's about four miles from here."

The Club - Ch. 6

They followed Susan along several small roads and finally turned into an older housing area. Most of the houses appeared to be from the fifties, but the area was well kept and clean. The houses were set on fairly large wooded lots. Probably they were in a cornfield when they were built, Janet thought. But by now the trees had grown to large sizes and each house was somewhat isolated from its neighbor. Susan pulled into a garage attached to a small Cape Cod. Liz pulled in behind Susan and parked in the driveway. "Bring the stuff you bought inside and I'll show you how it's used," Susan called.

As Susan led them in through the door in the garage, she remarked, "We rent the place, but it's a lot nicer than living in an apartment. And it's a lot easier to play our games without someone on the other side of the wall. Come on in. Would you like a coke or something?"

Susan got them some cold drinks and then led them on a tour of the house, leaving the basement until last. "We have our playroom in the basement. Bring your stuff and come on down and take a look."

They all descended the stairs and went through a door into a large room which probably had started as a finished recreation room. It was about thirty feet long and twenty-five wide and was covered in a deep carpet. The carpet was older, but clean and still in good shape. The ceiling was covered with sound absorbing tiles. Susan flipped a light switch and the room was clearly illuminated. Janet could see that there were a number of small wall fixtures and several candle sconces on the walls so that the lighting could be made very dim if desired.

As the girls looked around, the room lost any relationship to an ordinary family room. Near one end was a large X shaped frame made of heavy lumber. There was a long table, about waist height, padded with what looked like leather but was probably vinyl. There was a piece that looked a lot like a carpenter's saw horse, except the cross piece was about five inches wide and well padded. There was a plain wooden, high back chair and a bar stool which was mounted on a four foot square of plywood so it would be almost impossible to turn over. A low padded bench, like a bench for a picnic table, and a leather covered ottoman completed the furniture. Along one wall was a set of cabinets and drawers and hanging on the wall above them was a collection of paddles, straps, whips, and similar devices. The ceiling had a number of rings which they guessed were for attaching ropes or chains. There were also some rings set into the floor at several points around the room and a few along one section of wall. A TV and VCR were in one corner. A bathroom opened off one end and when they looked inside, Janet saw that it contained a large tiled shower - about six feet square - as well as sink and toilet.

The three girls gawked at everything while Susan stood by smiling. At last Barb said, "This is quite a playroom. You said you were renting the house. Won't it be a problem if the owner finds out that you've done all this stuff?"

"Actually," Susan answered, "the owner did a lot of it before we lived here. It's a long story, but we found out about the place from a friend of a friend of a friend sort of thing. The owner and his wife were moving into a larger place and had decided to rent out this place rather than sell it. They were BDSM players, too, and had built the playroom for themselves and were figuring they would have to tear out everything and remodel before they could rent it out. Anyway, we got together with them and rented it as it was and they said we could add things if we wanted."

"Looks like you really lucked out," Liz said.

"That we did," Susan answered. "Here, let me show you around and explain how this stuff is used. Feel free to ask any questions and don't be embarrassed about anything." She started with the wall of whips and paddles and explained the finer points of each type, how it was used, and on what parts of the body. "It doesn't take a lot of force to make a whip sting a lot. It's in the way you flick it - wrist action - that makes it effective. Remember, we're not trying to really flog someone bloody, just to sting enough to make it really interesting."

"The X-frame is probably one of the most useful pieces of furniture you can have in a dungeon. Either a man or woman can be bound to it, either facing the frame or with his back to it. Leaves them open and available for whatever you want to do." She demonstrated by raising her arms and spreading her legs and positioning herself as if bound to the frame, first facing it and then reversed.

"The other really essential piece of furniture is the horse," she said, indicating the padded saw horse. "The victim - either male or female - can be bound either bent over it from the side or straddling it along it's length. Either presents the ass very nicely and opens you up." Barb was looking closely at it and Susan said, "Here, Barb, let me show you." Barb looked hesitant but finally let Susan move her into position. She helped position Barb first across the horse from the side, bending her over as if bound. Then she moved her to the end and repeated the process.

"The table can be used to stretch a victim, arms and legs spread. Then you can tease or torment him - or both. He's accessible for either whipping or tongue action or tickling. I forgot to mention them, but some feathers are something you will probably want to get, too. The victim can also be bent over the table from the end, either facing the table and bending forward or facing away and bending backwards." She moved Janet into position and demonstrated. The three girls were rapidly becoming aroused and as Janet bent over and felt her shorts pull tight across her ass and her panties pull up into her slit, she suddenly felt an incredible rush of heat to those regions.

"The table," Susan continued, "as well as the horse, is also nice for enemas, too. Have you ever tried those?"

Liz looked at the other two and then shook her head. "No, we saw one on one of the tapes, but I don't think any of us has ever tried it. Is it really a turn-on?"

"It definitely can be," Susan said. "Stick to plain water, either warm or cold. They are best when the victim is tightly bound. He can be made to hold it for a time, either on his own or with the help of a butt plug. This often results in cramps, but by then he's so turned on that the cramps only heighten the sensation. You can use one of the plain rubber bags you see at a drug store, using either the plain nozzle or the douche nozzle. Just be careful and never force anything in if it hurts. What else is really fun is a Bardex." She showed them one of these. "It has this ring which can be inflated once inside. That seals it so it can't come out. The feeling of that thing inflating inside you is incredible."

Susan then led them over to the bar stool. "You can tie the victim to a straight chair or, we like to use this stool. Notice that the sides have been cut in and smoothed to make it fit between the thighs. The victim's ankles can then be tied to the base and his hands either tied behind his back or to a ceiling chain. Leaves him open to all kinds of stuff."

Janet noticed a hole in the seat of the stool. "Is that used for what I think it is? And if so is this just for a girl to ride?"

"I think you guessed right about what goes in there. The hole is for a dildo which can be held in place with a slip pin. Right through here. But it can be used on a man, too. I just position Bill a little more forward and use a slim dildo. Tickling him with that in place is quite a turn on. For both of us."

She pointed to the TV and said, "Watching a hot video is even better when you're tightly bound and some guy is doing everything to you that is being done on the tape. Or you're doing it to him."

She showed them their collection of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. Then she opened a drawer with a dozen or so different kinds of clamps. There were clothes pins, butterfly paper clips, alligator clips, and several types of commercial nipple clamps. "I like the clover clamps best. They clamp harder the more you pull on them. Add a few of the lead sinkers here and the feeling is really great. By the way, get the weights at a fishing supply department. A lot cheaper than through our store."

Janet picked up a dildo from one drawer where it was lying next to a leather strap arrangement. "Is this a strap-on?" she asked.

"That's right," Susan replied. "I know a lot of women use them to play with each other, but they are also nice when you want to switch roles and ravish a man. I love to tie Bill down over the horse or to the table and then spend twenty minutes or so just reaming his ass. Of course you want to use a lot of lube so you don't do any real damage. And, by the way, Bill loves it as much as I do."




The Club Pt. 04



She moved over near where a pole, about six inches in diameter, ran from floor to ceiling. "You can use this to tie some one to either facing it like a whipping post or with his back to it for easy access to the front. Bill tied me here when he did my nipples."

Liz looked at her. "You mean he pierced them?" she asked.

Susan looked a little subdued. "I don't really go for the pierced look very much. I see too many women who come in the store with so much hardware sticking through their bodies, I'm surprised they can walk. It can also be pretty dangerous because piercing can get infected so easily. But I kept thinking about a small set of nipple rings and finally convinced myself they weren't any different than earrings. Well, I finally talked Bill into it. He is a doctor and I trusted him to do it right. We decided to make it part of our games and one night he tied me to the post, really tightly. He tied some tubing around my breasts to make them stick out, cleaned everything with alcohol, and then pushed the needles through. I actually came twice as he did it. Anyway, I wear a small set of plain gold rings and I find it can be awfully hot having them brush against your clothes. Besides I keep thinking that someday I'm going to do like that famous female attorney. You've probably heard the story about how right before summations she went up to her opposite number and whispered in his ear, 'You know, I'm not wearing any underwear.' Totally destroyed his concentration. I keep imagining the effect if I were to whisper, 'I'd bet you'd like to see my nipple rings.'"

The three joined her laughter and Liz said, "I'd bet that would have quite an effect. What are they like? Just plain studs or little hoops or what?"

"Would you like to see them?" Susan asked.

The three were silent for a second until Liz finally said, "If you wouldn't mind, yes."

"I don't mind," Susan replied. "Remember, I said I was somewhat of an exhibitionist." She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it onto the table. The three girls stared at the three quarter inch plain gold rings running though each nipple. Susan reached down and flipped them a couple of times. The effect on her nipples was immediately obvious. "I did it and I'm not sorry. But I won't get anything else pierced and probably someday I'll take these out and let the holes fill in again. But not quite yet. But before you think about having it done, remember there are a lot of down sides. Also, be careful who does it. I'm lucky that I have my own doctor who could."

Susan left her shirt on the table, and, now wearing only the short skirt, continued to show off her playroom. After a while when they had explored most of the things, Janet noticed several items standing in a corner. "What are those?" she asked.

"Oh, I almost forgot about those. They are parts of the riding horse. Here, let me show you." She dragged over two heavy triangular stands with an adjustable upright. and placed them about six feet apart. She then brought over what looked like an ordinary 2x6 except that one edge was rounded and the whole thing was sanded satin smooth. She placed the board, rounded edge up, between the two stands. She adjusted the two until the board was almost waist height.

"This is our version of the wooden horse. The original wooden horse had a sharpened triangular edge and supposedly was used in Japan and in medieval Europe for real torture. A woman was made to straddle the horse at just the height that she could keep her sex off the sharp edge by standing on her toes. Then as she tired she slipped down onto the sharp edge. She, of course, forced herself back up, but tired more quickly until she couldn't hold herself up at all. We're certainly not interested in real torture, but we use it a lot the same way. We set it so that I have to stay on my toes or put my weight on the rounded edge and see how long I can last. Some times Bill tickles me or whips me or some such while I try to stay up. I never stay on it long enough to do any real damage."

"We also have a couple of other rails to use with it." She removed the 2x6 and put a piece of three inch PVC plastic pipe in its place. "This is large and smooth enough that it doesn't really do any damage, but can put a lot of pressure on your sex. We also have this one."

She removed the PVC and replaced it with a six inch diameter post covered with a layer of leather over thin padding. At one point along the post the leather was broken by some kind of attachment point. "We both use this," she said. "I like to take Bill and put a plug in his ass and then make him ride it. He straddles it and I tie his feet to the floor and his hands behind his back and then to the post. This makes him lean backwards slightly and puts his weight on the plug. Then I can use feathers or a cat and really make his sweat."

"He also makes me ride it a lot. We usually use this." She picked up a dildo, about nine inches long and fairly fat, with a number of small bumps along its length. This she attached to the post. "I slide it inside me and he ties my ankles to the floor or to some weights and then either ties my hands to a ceiling chain or behind my back to the post. He then whips me and I end up coming like crazy."

Liz was staring intensely at the device. She slowly said, "That ..looks...sexy...as..hell. What does it feel like?" The other two girls were also looking at it and becoming more aroused by the second.

"It is sexy as hell," Susan said. "The feeling is incredible." Then she looked at Liz for a few seconds and finally said, "Would you like to try it out?"

The three all fell silent and Liz froze like a deer in headlights but at the same time seemed to become even more turned on. For many seconds no one said anything or moved until finally Barb, in imitation of Liz that first day they had gone skinny dipping, said, "What's the matter, Liz? Afraid to show your tits?"

This broke the spell and everyone gave a nervous laugh. Liz said, "No, but I think I might be pretty embarrassed by other things."

Barb turned more serious, "Look, Liz, we saw you get fucked in the ass, remember? Tied down, no less. And in a couple of weeks we'll probably be playing something just as embarrassing with the guys. If Susan doesn't mind, Janet and I certainly don't. Go ahead and try it out."

"OK, I will," Liz said. She began to unfasten her shorts.

When she had removed the shorts and underpants, Susan said, "To get the real effect, you need to be naked."

Liz hesitated a second and then shrugged and took off her shirt, leaving the girl completely nude. Here," Susan said as she started to put wrist and ankle cuffs on Liz, "you'll need these." When she had them firmly in place she moved over a small stool and helped Liz to straddle the post and start the dildo on its way inside. As Liz impaled herself, Susan tied her ankle cuffs to rings in the floor and her wrist cuffs to a two foot wood bar which was attached to a ceiling chain, stretching her slightly. "Would you like the full effect?" Susan asked, holding up a pair nipple clamps and a short, thin dildo.

Liz bit her lip and nodded. Susan moved over beside her and rolled her nipples until they were hard. She then placed the clamps on her nipples. Next she moved behind Liz. Liz couldn't see what she was doing, but the other two watched fascinated as Susan dipped her finger into a jar of Vaseline and lubricated the dildo. She put more of the grease on her finger and, still out of Liz's sight, moved behind her. Liz's eyes suddenly flew wide open and she sucked in her breath in a large gasp as Susan slipped her slick finger inside the bound young woman's rear opening. For several seconds Susan moved her finger around and around and in and out, spreading the lubrication all around. She then pulled her hand away and replaced her finger with the dildo. She slowly pressed it forward into Liz's rear. The stretched girl seemed to shudder as the slim shaft was buried deeply inside her. Susan pushed it forward until all that remained outside was the wide, flared base. Finally she attached the lead weights to the nipple clamps with a pair of small springs so that the weights bounced in response to any movement.

"I think she's ready," Susan said to the other two women who both had allowed their own hands to move to the crotches of their shorts. With that Susan reached under the post and touched a switch. Liz suddenly strained against her bonds as the sound of a strong vibrator was heard. As Liz began to twist and squirm as best she could, Susan picked up a cat very much like the ones the girls had bought earlier. The sharp crack of leather against Liz's rear was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. Susan began to rhythmically lash Liz's bare ass as she strained against her bonds and became more and more excited. The whipping was hard enough to leave immediate red lines, but not sufficient to break the skin or bruise. Still it was obvious it must hurt.

For the next several minutes Susan played the whip, increasing Liz's arousal. At one point she motioned to Janet and pointed to a side cabinet where there was a digital camera. Janet got the idea and took several pictures of her friend before she finally came in a loud, long, and very, very intense orgasm. Susan continued to play the whip across her ass, thighs, back, and even occasionally across her breasts as Liz shuddered through two more intense climaxes. Finally, as the bound woman began to slump forward and hang limply from her wrist cuffs, Susan laid down the cat and began to release Liz from her bonds. In half a minute she helped the exhausted girl off the horse and let her sit down on the chair to catch her breath.

As Liz began to recover, she said, "That was incredible! Hot is not the word for it. I don't think I've ever come that hard. Definitely not without a man."

"It is stimulating," Susan agreed. "And it's almost as hot on the other side - at least I think so when I'm whipping Bill."

Liz turned and looked at Barb and Janet. Barb was letting her hand slide over the outside of her crotch and Janet had her fingers inside her shorts. "I think you two need to try out some of this stuff, don't you agree, Susan?"

Susan smiled and replied, "I certainly wouldn't mind. They could try on the new cuffs and maybe I can show all of you a couple of things. What do you two say.?"

Barb and Janet had become still at Liz's suggestion. Finally Janet said, "All right. I'm so hot I'm ready to try almost anything." Barb didn't say anything, but nodded her head in agreement.

Liz stood and, still completely naked herself, turned towards her friends and said, "All right then. Strip."

The two hesitated for only a second and then began to remove their clothing. In just a few seconds all three were wearing only their birthday suits. Liz said, "I think you were pretty interested in the saw horse, weren't you, Barb? Come on over here." 

Susan grinned at the way Liz had begun to take charge and helped her get a set of the new cuffs on Barb's wrists and ankles. The two then, with Janet watching closely, bound Barb over the side of the padded horse, her legs spread three feet apart and tied to the frame and her hands tied opposite them. This placed her ass uppermost and spread her clearly open. Her arousal was obvious from the flow of moisture between her legs.

Susan commented, "Remember you do have the safe words, girls. Use them if you need to." She then retrieved two more nipple clamps and another skinny dildo. She once more lubricated the dildo and her finger and inserted it in Barb's tight rear opening. Her finger twisted back and forth and in and out as she spread lube all around the tight hole. The flared dildo followed her finger and soon Barb was pushing her ass back to make it sink in as deeply as possible. Susan handed Liz one of the clamps and both knelt beside Barb. Susan began to rub Barb's right nipple between her fingers, making it stand out hard and stiff. After a second's hesitation, Liz began to do the same for the left nipple. When both were hard, the nipple clamps were snapped on, bringing a cry from Barb.

Susan picked up the cat she had used on Liz and another vibrator which she inserted into Barb's open slit and then turned on. She began to stripe the smooth ass of the bound woman with the cat as Barb began to strain and arch herself to present her bottom for each blow. Susan motioned Liz over and handed her the cat. Then with her hand over the top of Liz's she helped the girl to swing the whip, producing a sharp crack and a response from Barb. Liz had delivered a dozen or more blows when Susan brought Janet over and handed her one of the new whips they had bought. She guided Janet through the first several strokes and then stood back as the two alternated whipping their friend, now bound bent over, and naked before them. Soon Barb was coming in her own orgasm, almost as hard as Liz had. When she calmed down, the others released her and then everyone turned towards Janet. "Now, what about you, Jan?" Liz asked.

Janet looked embarrassed but at last said, "I think I'd like to try out the barstool, if that's OK."

"It certainly is," Susan said. "I think you'll find it can be pretty hot." She led the nude Janet over to the stool. Janet climbed onto the stool and let her legs move into the cutouts on each side of the seat. Liz and Susan each placed another pair of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Susan then fastened her ankles to rings set in the plywood base of the stool and her wrists to either end of a thirty inch bar which she then attached to a ceiling chain. The Chain was pulled up until Janet only had a couple of inches to move her hands. By this time she was breathing hard and wasn't at all surprised when Liz and Barb began to roll her nipples and then to place nipple clamps on the stiff nubs. Weights were attached using springs and then Janet suddenly felt her rectum penetrated by Susan's lubed finger. When Susan began to press the anal dildo into her tight rear, Janet suddenly shook in a tiny orgasm which only left her more turned on.

Suddenly a larger dildo pushed against her vaginal lips as Susan inserted it through the hole in the stool. She worked the huge shaft inside the trembling girl and then inserted the pin through the stool and dildo, holding it in place. She stood and watched Janet struggle against her bonds for several seconds and then turned on the vibrator buried deeply inside the victim's sex. She then handed a cat to each of the other two and picked up one herself. For the next fifteen minutes Janet received a hard whipping. Barb and Liz used their new cats on Janet's rear while Susan, with her greater skill, plied her whip to other areas: legs, back, stomach, breasts. Before they finished, Janet had come four times and had red lines crossing most of her body.

After Janet was released, Susan turned towards them and said, "I feel I've been left out." She then unfastened her own skirt and stepped out of it and her soaked underpants. Susan moved over to the saw horse and spread her ankles wide and bent over and grabbed the opposite side, presenting her ass. "All right, you three, here's your chance to really try out your new toys."

The three then worked together to whip Susan severely until she had come several times.

When at last Susan was calmed and released, she said, "Thanks. Not as good as having Bill do it, but it definitely beats masturbation." The four laughed and Susan continued. "Take a closer look around and ask questions about anything you see."

They spent the next half hour wandering around and examining the variety of equipment. Susan was ready to explain what any of it was for and how it was used. Janet was examining the Bardex nozzles, inflating one and watching the ring grow, imagining it inside her rear. "I sort of wish we'd bought some of these," she said. "In the last few months I've discovered how incredibly sensitive my rear is. This looks like it would be awfully hot."

Susan went over to her. "They can be a lot of fun - for women or men. If you use one you have to remember even a small one is fairly large. And like with any anal play, you should never, never force something inside if it hurts. Always use plenty of lube and work it in and out slowly until the victim is ready to take it. With the Bardex you also have to be a little cautious in inflating it. No one can really tell how big it should be except the victim."

Janet said, "I've never tried enemas but just the idea of that thing inflating inside me is making me soaked."

"Would you like to try it out?" Susan asked. "If you aren't ready for an enema now, you could just see how it feels inside."

Janet hesitated a second. "I don't think I want to try an enema just now, but I guess I would like to see what it feels like inside."

"OK," Susan said. "Let's get you over to the table." She positioned Janet at the foot of the table and had her bend forward along its length. Janet was still wearing the new cuffs and Susan used these and some harness snaps to fasten her wrists stretched out along the table sides in front of her. She then moved behind Janet and spread her legs about two feet apart. After snapping her ankles to the base of the table, Susan got a trapezoid shaped frame which she placed flat on the floor between Janet's feet. As Susan moved the wedge shaped frame forward, Janet's feet were forced to turn with her toes pointed inward.

Susan called the other two girls over for a closer look. "Notice how forcing the toes to point inwards makes her open up very widely." Janet was well aware that what Susan was saying was very true. She felt open and exposed. When Susan used her finger to touch Janet's puckered anal opening, the bound woman jerked against her bonds and tried to clinch her buttocks together, but was unable to do so. "You two hold her wide open," Susan commanded, and Liz and Barb each moved to one side and used their hands to spread Janet's buttocks even wider. All three were surprised by the intense feeling the contact of their hands against Janet's bare ass caused. Susan dipped her finger into some lube and proceeded to insert it inside Janet's anus. After working her finger in and out and around and around for a couple of minutes Susan lubed the nozzle and pushed the end against Janet's tight opening. At first she met stiff resistance but after a little give and take, in and out, Janet relaxed and Susan was able to make the nozzle disappear several inches inside her ass. Susan then took one of the inflating bulbs, which was very like that of a blood pressure cuff, and began to give it a few short pumps.

Janet felt as if the thing had come alive inside her. She strained against her bonds and said, "This is incredible! I can't even describe it, but it's definitely one hot feeling." Susan gave several more squeezes on the bulb and Janet began to breathe deeply and twist against the now less comfortable feeling as the ring inside her began to enlarge and press against sensitive areas. Finally when she thought Janet couldn't take much more, Susan stopped pumping. She gave the nozzle several wiggles, each bringing a cry from Janet. But it stimulated as well as hurt and soon Janet was breathing rapidly and once more approaching orgasm. When she did come it was with a loud cry and a series of intense spasms.

As Janet's shaking ended, Liz said, "I think you're right, Janet. We should have gotten a couple of those." Liz had also been playing with a strap-on earlier and now, holding it up, said, "And I wish I had bought one of these. I keep imagining Rick tied over a table or chair with me fucking his ass for a change."

Susan said, "You know, we've got plenty of both at the store. We open at noon but if you guys want to get an earlier start, it wouldn't be any trouble for me to open it and let you get the stuff as early as you want."




The Club Pt. 05



The Club - Ch. 7

As the three started the drive back, Liz suggested that they make a list of items they still wanted to get and things that they wanted to do before the initiation.

"We need to go to a hardware store and get some more rope and some harness snaps," Barb said, adding them to the list. "Oh, yes. And fishing weights."

"And if we want to build some stuff, we need some vinyl and padding as well as lumber," Janet added.

"And," Barb said, "if we want to make some of those kilts Susan mentioned, we need some leather. You said you could sew them, right Liz?"

"Yeah, they shouldn't be any problem. Let me fit them to you two and I can make them Thursday night when you two go up to the farm to build stuff."

"Oh, and what about the 'parachutes' Susan described?" Janet asked. "We'll need some soft leather for those, too." Susan had shown them a device called a parachute which was a sort of leather bag with a drawstring top. It was designed to fit around a man's testicles and pull tight enough that weights could be hung from it. Susan had said even as much as a few pounds. She had suggested that they could make their own from some of the soft chamois leather used to dry cars after washing them. Or from some other soft leather or material.

"And I want to get a couple of riding crops," Liz said. The other two agreed. Once again Susan had suggested they could save some money by buying these at a riding supply shop instead of her store. "I remember seeing a tack shop in that little town we passed through about thirty miles this side of the campus. Let's try there."

They continued, adding feathers and candles and a few other items. Then they began to discuss plans for what they could do with the men during their initiation.

When they neared the town Liz had mentioned, they began to watch for the riding shop and saw it in time to pull into the lot. All three went inside and looked around. There was a huge selection of crops and the three looked over the different types deciding which they wanted. The clerk, a man in his early thirties, came over to them. "Could I help you find something?"

"We're looking for some riding crops," Barb answered before she could even stop to think about it.

"Well, we have a wide selection," the clerk said. "Maybe I could help you choose if you tell me what type of riding you do."

The three girls froze. None of them did any riding to speak of and they had no idea what to say. Liz was the first to regain her wits and said, "Oh, it's not really for riding." The clerk gave her a look that could have been either confused or knowing. Liz went rapidly on, making it up as she went. "We're looking for props for a play. One of the clubs at school has written it. The three of us are supposed to be Russian czarists generals, so we're looking for crops that will slap well against a boot. Or maybe put a few unruly peasants in their place."

She laughed and the others joined her. In a few minutes they had selected three models ranging from short to over a meter in length. After they had paid and gone back out to the car, Barb said, "That was quick thinking, Liz. I'm glad we didn't have to explain what they're really for."

"That makes two of us," Liz said. Then she added, "But from the look on his face, I think he just might have guessed anyway."

When they got back to town they made the rounds of hardware and other stores to purchase the items on their list. They had everything but the lumber which Janet said she and Barb could pick up in the small town near the farm.

That night Barb and Janet went over to Liz's place where she had rough cut the soft leather for their kilts. "I'll just need to fit these for each of you," Liz said. "We want them to really cling, so I'd better fit them they way we're going to wear them. Go ahead and strip down."

Barb and Janet stood naked while Liz fitted and marked each of the small garments. When she had finished she stood up and began to remove her own clothes. "Now you can help me fit mine." Barb held the strip of leather in place while Janet marked it as Liz told her.

As they were finishing up the measurements, Liz said, "You know, I've been thinking about Susan. In particular about how she had shaved her pubes completely bare. I asked her about it and she said it made things seem a lot sexier. Especially when Bill went down on her. I think I'm going to do it, too. What about you two? Want to really surprise the guys?"

Janet looked down at her own trimmed brown patch. "I've already taken most of it off for my bikini. It does sound kind of sexy and shaving it all probably will be less trouble than keeping it trimmed. I'll go along with that." They both looked over at Barb.

"I've actually been thinking about it for several weeks, so I'm in."

"OK," Liz said, "come on in the bathroom and we can do it right now. We seem to be dressed for it." She laughed as they realized they were all still naked.

Twenty minutes later all three were smooth and bare as they had been as little girls. As they slipped on their panties, Liz said, "Umm, this feels nice. A little strange, maybe, but definitely sexy." Janet and Barb both agreed.

All three got dressed again and made final plans. "Janet and I are going up to the farm tomorrow night," Barb said. "James is coming back here tomorrow, so everything will be a surprise. As long as someone will be up there, he doesn't have to be there every second. Janet and I'll spend Friday building stuff and making sure everything is set up. You're coming up Friday afternoon, right, Liz?"

"That's right," Liz agreed. "I should have the kilts and the parachutes ready by then without any trouble. You're planning on taking everything else up in the van, aren't you?"

"That's right," Barb said. "Just bring the stuff you're making and yourself. The guys are supposed to show up Saturday morning by eight."

The next day Janet and Barb packed everything into the van and headed for the farm. Barb had visited James there several times and had a key now since his grandparents were already gone and the place was empty. They arrived in the middle of the afternoon. After showing Janet around, Barb led her into the building they planned to use. It had been a barn but one end of it had been built into a kind of dorm to house the summer workers James' grandparents used to hire when the farm was in full production. It hadn't been used in years, but everything was still in place and, since James had already spent time cleaning, it wouldn't even take a lot more to get it ready. There was a large room which had been a common room for the workers as well as a couple of smaller bedrooms and a large bath. James had turned on the water once more and gotten everything working before leaving. There was also a loft upstairs in the barn which at one time had been used for hay storage, but which now was just empty. James had cleaned that, too.

There was an eight foot long picnic type table and benches which had been used by the workers and Janet decided she could use those and just pad them. She made a list of the lumber and other supplies they would need and checked out the workshop. When she was done the two drove back into town to the lumber yard and got the stuff on her list. Janet spent several hours that night and several more the next day with Barb helping her and by early afternoon the girls had finished a large X frame, padded the table and benches and added some eye hooks, and built a padded saw horse. In addition Janet had placed a number of rings and hooks at a variety of places on the walls, floor, and ceiling. She had built a couple of cross pieces and attached them to some four by four posts which had been set in the yard outside the barn, probably for clotheslines. Now they would function as whipping posts. Her last piece was an imitation leather covered, padded post, about five inches through and six feet long which she could mount horizontally between two heavy stands. There were a few other small items and at last she pronounced the "clubhouse" ready.

Liz arrived about seven that evening and Barb and Janet showed her their handiwork. She presented each of them with a leather kilt. When they tried these on they found they fit perfectly. The girls then spent a couple of hours seeing about food for the weekend. They intended to have meals that required very little in the way of preparation so they could, as Liz put it, spend their time in more interesting activities.

The next morning the three dressed in cutoffs and shirts, ate breakfast, and made sure everything was ready. When the car carrying the three men arrived just before eight, they met it outside. After a couple of quick, but intense, hello kisses, Barb suggested that the men make a trip to the bathroom and then meet them back out by the car.

When they arrived back at the car, Liz said, "All right, you guys, ready for a weekend of sex and torture?" Her smile took away any real threat the actual words might have conveyed, but they were still enough to leave just a touch of uncertainty on the men's faces, but they still quickly agreed. Liz continued, "All right. Your initiation to the club will last until Sunday midnight and during that time we can do whatever we want to you. You will, of course, have your safewords, but if you use them too much, we may decide you need another weekend of initiation before you get to get even with us. But," she added, "if there's anything that you really don't like, say so. OK?"

Janet then gave them some rules. "You will address each of us as Mistress or My Lady. You will obey any order immediately. And if you choose not to do this, you will receive more punishment. If you need something - drink or bathroom break - you may ask. We may allow it. All right, last chance. Any questions or anyone want to call it off.?" No one did.

Barb then said, "All right your initiation starts now. Take off your shoes, socks and shirts."

The three men complied and handed their clothes to the three women who put them in the trunk of the car. Each girl then produced a pair of the new wrist cuffs and fastened them around her boyfriends wrists. They let their fingers and hands play over the men's chests for a few seconds and then Liz said, "Now the pants." Once again the men complied, leaving each of them dressed only in briefs. Their arousal was easily visible - especially since the women had not allowed any sexual contact all week in order to increase the excitement.

The girls now clipped the wrist cuffs together behind the men's backs and knelt to attach ankle cuffs. During this process there seemed to be a number of times when a pair of lips bumped against a thigh or the back of a knee or even the thin cloth covering a semi-hard cock. When they had finished attaching the cuffs, the three women stood and let their hands and fingers roam all over the men's bodies. Then, from somewhere, Barb produced three blindfolds which they proceeded to put on the men. A little more teasing and suddenly Liz said, "You know, there is still something wrong with this."

Janet agreed, "Yes. Definitely something missing."

Barb said, "No, not something missing. I think it must be something extra still here."

The other two agreed simultaneously as if they had practiced it (which they had). "Right! They're still wearing too many clothes." Each girl then made a show of slowly sliding her boyfriend's briefs down his legs and over his feet, letting three hard cocks spring free to jut out. The men heard the car trunk slam and guessed correctly that their clothing was now under lock and key.

Each girl led her man inside the building into the large room they had prepared for the club activities. The three men were lined up side by side facing the long padded rail Janet and Barb had prepared. It was set to a height just below waist level. The women spread the men's ankles and attached their cuffs to rings in the floor, holding their legs about a foot and a half apart. The cuffs were unsnapped from behind their backs but quickly reattached to rings in the floor a couple of feet from the bar, leaving all three bent over, their asses high and well displayed.

Charles, and he was sure the other two, could guess what was coming, but he was still unprepared for the loud slap and intense sting when the familiar wood paddle hit his bare rear. He could not suppress a cry and was sure he heard similar sounds from the other two. The first swat was quickly followed by two more. He heard Barb say, "This certainly improves the color, but let's try out some of the others." This was followed by sounds of agreement from Janet and Liz. Seconds later he felt another slap on his abused rear. This sounded different and maybe stung slightly more, but felt somehow different. He couldn't tell, but they had switched paddles and Janet was now using a leather one. Five blows of this left his ass hot and his cock rock hard. But the women weren't through yet.

He suddenly heard a slap and a sharp cry, almost a scream, from Rick. This was followed by two more sharp slaps and two more loud cries, but he could tell Rick was better able to control himself with these.

"Hey, that makes a neat pattern," Janet enthused. "Here, let me try me try it." A couple of seconds later Charles felt as though an entire swarm of bees had hit his bare bottom together. His cry was a lot like Rick's. It felt as though there were fifty burning small spots spread in a broad line across his bare flesh. Twice more the "Swiss paddle" - i.e., the wood paddle drilled full of half inch holes - struck and each time Charles was unable to hold back a cry.

Barb next took that device and James' cries joined the others. Then for several more minutes the girls used a mixed variety of paddles and straps on the bound men, intermingling the punishments with a lot of teasing fingertips and an occasional tongue. Charles felt a fingernail drawn lightly along the sensitive flesh between his balls and anus. This nearly drove him wild and when Janet used her finger to just penetrate his rectum he strained frantically against his bonds.

After a couple of minutes, Janet said, "A great improvement, but still not the right color. I think we need sterner measures."

"Right," Barb agreed, "but let's get them in a better position for it." The men then had their hands released and were directed to stand upright. Charles could hear the girls move the padded pole and its supports. Suddenly his wrist cuffs were again clipped to something. This seemed to be a bar, about two inches through and three feet long. There was the sound of some rope through a pulley and Charles felt himself being stretched upright. When he was pulled taut, his heels not quite able to touch the floor, the rope was tied off on something and he was left stretched tight and open.

From the sounds he guessed the other two men were being stretched in a similar fashion. Then the three women moved away from them for a minute or two. When he heard them returning he could also hear some swishing sound, but wasn't sure what it was. He did guess that whatever it was would probably hurt. He was right. At what must have been some signal all three women swung their new cats of nine tails, landing the leather strands on three, already red, sets of buttocks. This stung like fire and was quickly followed by four more lashes. Then Charles could feel Janet standing in front, facing him. A tongue touched his right nipple and then a pair of lips sucked his nipple inside where sharp little teeth nipped at them. He gave out a groan and strained against his cuffs, but couldn't move more than a tiny distance. The mouth continued to suck and nip, switching from one side to the other, for a couple of minutes and Charles became more and more hard and excited. Then Janet pulled back and her fingers came up to roll and squeeze his nipples. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his right nipple as a small clamp snapped closed around it. This was matched seconds later by a similar pain on his left. Janet tugged and twisted the clamps for a few seconds and then raised her cat and let the tails trail over his chest and down his back. She even dragged them around in front over this straining cock and sensitive balls.

Then a new series of lashes began. As the blows rained down on the three, moving over their bare bodies, but concentrating mostly on their already sore asses, they also found themselves growing even harder and straining for release. At last the blows stopped. "Much better color," He heard Liz say, "but there still seems to be this unusual swelling."

Janet then said, "You mean this?" as she cupped his balls and let her other fingers trail over his rigid cock.

"Yeah," Liz answered. Then she added, "Look, Barb, yours has it too."

Barb answered, "Sure does. But I think I know what to do about it." This was followed a second later by a long, wanting groan from James. Then Barb said, "Why don't you two help with what I was doing while I continue this." A few seconds later there was the sound of leather striking bare flesh as the other two women swing their cats at James' straining body. Before too long there came the sound of James exploding in a noisy climax as Barb made slurping sounds.

"Oh," Janet said, "Maybe I should try that." With this Charles felt a hot tongue attack his swollen member. A second later a warm, wet mouth sucked him inside and began to lick and suck at him. Then there was the sudden sting as first one whip and then the other struck his bare buttocks. Within seconds he felt himself stiffen and release while the hot mouth sucked and Janet swallowed each drop. He was left limp and hanging by his wrists.

The sounds of Rick receiving the same treatment soon filled the room until he, too, exploded loudly.

Soon Charles felt the blindfold being removed and he blinked for a few seconds as his sight returned. The room was lighted, not brightly, but enough to see clearly. He saw he was facing a wall with several large mirrors which clearly showed Rick, James, and himself stretched floor to ceiling. Janet was just in front of him and he stared at her. She was naked from the waist up and below that wore only what looked like a strip of thin leather molded to her body and covering only from just below the tops of her hips to an inch or so below her crotch. Other than that she wore nothing save a silver chain around her waist, the ends, each with a small ring, dangling together five inches down her right hip. She still held the cat in her hand and her nipples stuck out as large and hard as he had ever seen them. He thought she had never looked sexier.

Glancing around he saw the other two women were dressed in the same way. Liz was tugging on Rick's nipple clamps and Barb was teasing James by rubbing her nipples against his body. A look at the other two men told him they had just had the same experience of warm mouth and tongue he had had.

The girls went behind the three men and turned so the men could only see their backs in the mirrors. Janet picked up something and held it so the other two women could see, but so that it was still hidden from the men. "Think we should try these now? I have a couple of things in mind for Charles and I'm sure this will make it better."

"Why not?" Liz asked. "Here, let me have one." She took something from the box Janet was holding and went to stand behind Rick. Barb also picked up something and as she was moving behind James, Janet moved behind Charles.

The next sensation Charles felt was a slippery finger pushing against his anus. It slipped inside and twisted back and forth, burying itself all the way inside. The sensitivity caused by his recent orgasm heightened the sensation and Charles pulled even harder against his bonds. This actually had little effect as he was already stretched so tightly he could barely move. Then the finger slowly, slowly pulled out. Several more times the finger entered and twisted around, spreading lubricant, and then pulled out once more. After several repeats of this process which had brought Charles' cock back to stiff attention once more, he felt something different touch his anus. It felt like a rounded tip of some plastic object, but before he had time enough to contemplate it very much it began forcing its way inside.




The Club Pt. 05



Chapter 8. The Epiphany

I heard several female voices detach themselves from the general murmur of conversation and I became aware that several were in the room with me. I could barely move as it was so I didn't really try but I think I counted four voices. I also heard the sound of clothes being removed. I heard the unmistakeable snap of elastic. Surprisingly the conversation was banal chatter and I felt uninvolved. Then I felt a hand or hands on one of my dildos, stroking it. Then another receiving attention, then the one in my mouth and I saw the bare arms as the hands lubricated the shaft with a tube of jelly. Then I felt the bed jump and a leg bumped mine as my leg was straddled.

Within a minute I had four women mounted on my dildo forest and all were pumping themselves up and down. The conversations ceased to be replaced with some heavy breathing and the odd low moan. I could only see the one on my face. She had chosen to face her companions on other dildos on my body so I could only see her backside. To my eternal chagrin and all I can remember to this day, was a red blind spot on her right bum.

I was uncomfortable with this scene. I was being used as a sex toy. My mind went into neutral as I waited for the nightmare to stop. There was no rhythm to their movements and I was pulled and rocked in several different directions at the same time. Strangely, all four ( I think it was four ) had avoided the monster dildo on my crutch and gone for thinner versions on my limbs. Both knees and one elbow seemed to be in use plus the red spot above me.

The breathing increased and the tempo changed on a couple as they slowed down or speeded up on the pumping. I do recall hearing one vaginal sucking noise on a slow move on my right knee. At least it sounded like it was that one but I couldn't be sure.

Red Spot above me was making my jaw ache and I wished silently for her to stop. Suddenly she plunged down and stopped. I felt wetness on my lips and chin as her cum juices flowed onto my mask.

After a few more minutes of pumping they all stopped. I had no idea whether they had come or not and was not really interested either.

The next few hours are best left to the imagination. I had numerous visitors and all my dildos received attention from slick cunts and possibly one or two arseholes. None of the women spoke to me or acknowledged me in any way and I felt close to tears and completely abused. So this was what it felt like to be a sex object and not a human being. I knew that some people actually volunteered for this sort of thing but couldn't imagine doing it for pleasure. Surely it must be for money?

After what seemed an age I saw Lisa's lovely face swim into view and I felt relief that it was all over. Lisa smiled and her face left my view. I waited. No bondage release came and I could hear rustling. Suddenly I felt the bed move and I saw Lisa's face again as she swiftly straddled me and by looking between her thighs I felt her guide the massive strap on into her vagina. As she sank onto it I saw her eyes glint and glaze over. Her hands were on my shoulders and she started to slowly lift and fall on the dildo and I felt the straps tighten and loosen to her strokes. She looked down at me, not smiling as she concentrated on the sensation between her legs. I could see that it was good. She was naked as far as I could see and her breasts swayed into view on the up stroke. Quite soon Lisa was breathing fast and hard and I heard a rasp in her throat. The look on her face was pure, unadulterated sexual lust. Her face changed shape, almost animal as she assuaged her carnal instincts on the massive rubber cock. I heard sucking and foaming sounds as she concentrated, her eyes half closed and her mouth agape with the vivid red lipstick framing her gasping mouth. I saw a string of saliva separate from her bottom lip and descend slowly, swinging in time with her pumping as she approached her nemesis. She stopped at the top of a stroke, her head snapped back and she lifted her body upright, her now free hands cupped her breasts as she slowly sank onto the rubber cock. A thin rasping scream escaped her lips and she started to shudder. As the cock slid into her I am sure I heard a slurp and I felt hot running fluid around the base of the strap on. Lisa hung there, shuddering and breathing in rasps as she came, her lovely face ravaged by the mixture of pain and pleasure that can only come from an uninhibited release of sexual animalism.

It seemed to last forever and I could only marvel at the disintegration of this calm, pleasant woman as she descended into the depths of sexual release and depravity. Eventually, she looked down at me and I saw her eyes clear of the smoke of lust and a slow smile crept across her face.

"Mmmmmm I needed that!"

With that she slowly withdrew the dildo from her and scrambled off the bed. This time I heard her undoing my bonds. It took longer as the knots had pulled tight with the movements I had made.

As I was released, I realised that I was going to take some time to actually move as my limbs were stiff with the bondage. Lisa took the opportunity to dress again although I could see that her thighs and her knickers were wet with her juices and a quick survey of the monster strap on revealed it to be slick and shiny. Some of the other dildos were equally sticky, as was some of the catsuit rubber.

Lisa wasted no time in leading me, all stiff and stumbling, back through the lounge area with all the dildo forest now dancing and tumbling with my movements. We clattered up the stairs and back to the rubber dressing room where she helped me undo the dildos. Apart from the strap on on my crutch, which she handled with some care and kept separate, the dildos were all thrown into a box. The catsuit was peeled off me carefully. It was wet inside which made it easier but we both took some care with it as it was obviously of high quality and seemingly made to measure for me so I wanted to keep it safe.

After the rubber was left in a stinking pile we gratefully both climbed, naked into a shower. Once clean we washed the rubber through although I noticed that Lisa spent a long time cleaning the strap on. All hung up to dry, we rejoined to my bedroom and, almost without thinking, opened the wardrobe and donned a silky satin short nightie I found there. Only when I turned back to Lisa to see her broad smile did I realise that I had reverted to being female. I shook my tits at her and smiled back. She was naked, my cock was free and not erect and I felt the weight of my breasts and the cool fabric against my hairless body. I stroked my thigh and cupped my left breast and looked at Lisa. Our eyes met and she was smiling and nodded her head. Then her hand emerged from behind her back and she was holding the strap on. My eyes flicked back to her face and then down to the strap on and back to her face. I knew we had reached a crossroad. Whatever happened now there would be no going back. 

I looked intently into her eyes and nodded a yes. Her smile widened and I saw her start to put the strap on round her thighs and waist. The obscene cock stuck out in front of her, all black and shiny. Without a word, I turned and knelt on the bed. My nightie, already short, rode up and I felt my arse exposed as I spread my knees and dropped onto my hands. I felt my beloved Lisa climb onto the bed behind me and I heard the click of the lube cap. Seconds later I felt the cool wet tip of the dildo against my arse crack and I felt Lisa use the dildo tip to spread the generous dollop of lube over my sphincter. My cock was strangely quiet and it hung limp and heavy, partially engorged and tight but not erect. I wondered about that.

I had often wondered about how it would feel to have a cock penetrate me and had always thought it would be useful to know but had never had the courage to even suggest it on the grounds that any such kink would rate me as gay which I wasn't. Even now I don't think I am gay.

I felt the dildo start to open my arse. I didn't resist and it slid in quite easily. It felt quite wonderful. A feeling of being full. I felt my cock engorge a little more. Then Lisa pushed a little more and I felt a strange and unfamiliar sensation. I felt that I was going to cum but from a slightly limp penis and without my balls tightening. Lisa slid out of me and the sensation lessened, back in and there it was again. I moaned involuntarily and I heard Lisa gasp. The cock went in again and the urge to cum was overwhelming, she withdrew and it went away. I wanted that cock inside me so badly!

To this day I still remember looking over my shoulder and saying these words

"Fuck me Lisa. Use me like the slut I am. Fuck me darling"

With that she set to doing just that. Every time the dildo slid past my prostate, I felt the cum building in the pipes. Eventually and with a grunt of pain and pleasure the cum spurted out of my hanging cock in absolute pints. It was almost like peeing and I checked to make sure it wasn't the yellow fluid. It was completely different to normal cumming; it was not better just different.

Also strange was that the sensation was still there and I began to believe that I could and would come again quite quickly. Indeed, I started to dribble cum on every stroke and I felt my strength drain away as my body was emptied of the fluids. I could hear that Lisa was a bit tired as well and was out of breath with the unnatural movements.

In the end we gave out together and collapsed onto the wet sticky bed, the dildo still up my arse and Lisa attached to it. It took several minutes for Lisa to summon up the strength to move upwards and during that time I continuously dripped and dribbled semen from my cock. When Lisa eventually summoned the strength to climb off me and withdraw the dildo, my cock was twitching and only beads of semen were leaking out. My arse sphincter was left agape and I felt lubricant trickle out.

We had another shower and this time I had to clean the dildo. It was then that I decided that I would submit myself to an enema at least twice a day so that I would always be clean for entry this way.

Lisa and I hugged and kissed and I changed the sheets and my nightie and slept like a top.

Chapter 9. The Morning After

I awoke to a morning that seemed well developed. I had no idea of the time but I judged that it was well past 9am. As I stirred I felt my satin nightie stretch and the straps tighten on my shoulders. I stretched like a cat and my boobs rose and fell with my movements. Then last night with Lisa came flooding back and then my arse felt empty and agape but not really sore. I wondered whether Lisa would come to me again but apart from the gentle hum from beneath me the house and my flatlet was quiet. I was hungry.

After a short while it was obvious that I was alone and that no -- one was about to come with breakfast or a drink. I rose from the bed and my nightie, crumpled but heavy fell to cover me. I tried the door and it was unlocked so I opened it and padded through in bare feet and went to the bathroom door also unlocked and spent Lord knows how long in the shower shaving my whole body, moisturising my skin and generally treating myself to a cleansing and makeover for my skin and face. With tingling skin and a towel wrapped around my bust and one round my head with another in hand, I padded back to the bedroom and plonked myself in front of the dressing table mirror and applied my make up. After some time I felt that my face looked as beautiful as it was ever going to get so pinned and clipped my wig to my hair and put on bra, panties, tights ( who put those there? ) plus a skirt and lacy top that matched my bra colour, put on 3 inch heels that were black leather and stood up and smoothed and admired myself in the mirror. I looked really nice and presentable. Not too tarty or over made up. The lacy top was the only giveaway that I was in any way 'available' but I did feel that it showed off my bust and the gorgeous bra I was wearing, to perfection.

Without any further delay, I picked up my bag, shouldered it and went to look for some food. I clattered carefully down the wooden stairs and emerged close to the lounge. I knew where I was and automatically headed to the restaurant / cafeteria area. There was hardly anyone there and I drew a couple of glances from other women and I felt my cheeks redden. I wonder if they knew that I was really a bloke. I hoped not. 

I actually selected a croissant and some honey. Unusual for me as I usually liked a full cereals and toast breakfast and would not sniff at a full English fry up in the same sort of situation but, in my new guise as a T Girl, I needed to keep in trim. I was sure I had lost weight and smoothed my skirt and felt my waist in the lacy top and skirt waistband. Yes I seemed slimmer there and my paunch seemed to have gone. I rubbed my knees together and heard the faint swish as I did so. I felt absolutely wonderful! Alive and tingling skin! I checked my make up in my compact and as I snapped it shut and put it in my handbag, I realised that I had not finished my croissant and with a rush I sat back and looked at the half finished food and thought that I had not only not wolfed my food as I normally did but that I was unlikely to finish it and that I was no longer hungry.

I sat demurely, legs together and daintily sipped a cup of tea. 

At that moment. All the male crassness and the macho tendencies ebbed out of me and I became and truly was a female person. I felt calm. Although I had a cock, I felt I no longer needed it for sexual purposes although I was fairly sure it would be erect if I wanted that. I just didn't seem to want that and I idly wondered whether I ever would again. At the same time, I was aware of the unnatural nature of the FemsRace 'experience' and that I might feel different when I was finished here. I wondered idly whether it would finish though. Nobody seemed to be in any rush to tell me whether it would come to an end or indeed what would happen to me when it did. I was aware that I had nothing to go back to so I had a clean slate in any event. Strangely, I felt quite calm about that.

I also felt quite relaxed about being alone and dressed as a woman. I had got myself up and ready. It had all seemed perfectly natural and I had not needed or wanted anyone to tell me what to do or help me do it. I hadn't even noticed or resented the time it had taken. All I could recall was wanting to see myself as 'ready' to face the world, albeit the FemsRace world, as a woman and not as the man I previously was. It was then I saw that I didn't want to go back to being the man that I was before and that, after these experiences, I probably couldn't anyway. What had been 'forced' on me was now voluntary. I couldn't go back. I couldn't reverse these changes to my personality. This was permanent.

This realisation was strangely calming and I felt the release of endorphins and I sipped my tea, adjusted my jewellery, smoothed my skirt, crossed and uncrossed my legs just to hear the swish, checked my nails for chips and checked my appearance in my compact mirror for the umpteenth time.

I was in absolute heaven. 

I now knew why I had been so discontented with my lot and so toxic to all my friends and family and, at that moment, vowed to be this new female person all the time. I could do this! My new found resolve surged through me, empowered me and made me feel proud and above all, feminine.

I felt that there was someone watching me and I turned to see Lisa with another woman that I didn't know. Lisa was dressed in a short dress that, from memory was a little plain. The other woman was dressed as a fetish maid.

Yes, you heard me. This woman was completely dressed as a fetish maid and requires some description. Little wonder that what Lisa was wearing now escapes me! The woman who I now know as Maid 237 was brunette with a simple pony tail in a white frilly hair tie, fully made up with bright red lipstick. Her dress was made of PVC, high collar and sleeves both decorated with a small lace frill. There was a lace cravat frothing under her chin and down to her ample PVC clad bust. The bodice of the dress was tight but flared from the waist. I saw that she was wearing black stockings and black court shoes with modest 2 inch heels. She looked smart and sexy but in no way over the top or slutty.

Lisa spoke to me. " This is what our maids look like." " I think you expressed an interest in being a maid for a while, how about now?" Then she smiled a really warm smile. " Maid 237 will take you under her wing and teach you how to be a maid here at FemsRace, perhaps until tonight? We have no other plans for you."

I looked Maid 237 up and down and thought how much I would love to wear that outfit and wait on Lisa. Was I up to waiting on others? Not all the ladies here were as friendly as Lisa, I was sure of that. What the heck, I thought to myself. I could only try.

" Yes, Lisa I would really like to do that today" I said and I saw just the briefest of smiles pass across Maid 237's face and I saw her almost quiver. Perhaps in anticipation?

"Well that is settled then" said Lisa " Go with Maid 237 and she will equip you and teach you basic skills so you can serve lunch." " Plenty of time" She turned to Maid 237 and whispered something that I didn't catch but I saw Maid 237 bob her head in agreement and she turned to me and held out her hand. "Come with me 365" A number already! Ah well, it was only for a day and I got to wear that outfit!!

Without ado I rose using Maid 237's outstretched hand to steady myself and went with her as she led the way. We went out of the back of the dining area and through the kitchen area, fairly quiet at the moment but with some female kitchen staff busy preparing for later I assumed.

Maid 237 went through another door and we were then in a small utilitarian area with rooms off and I assumed that this was staff quarters. This FemsRace was quite large and well staffed. I idle wondered what the subscription rate was. Way out of my league!

Maid 237 turned into a larger room where the door was ajar and this was obviously the maid's wardrobe area as there were a lot of maid's dresses all in black PVC hanging on racks. I did note that there were differences in a lot of the outfits and I did recall at that point that the maids I had seen had all been dressed differently from 237. Without any delay though, 237 held up a hanger of PVC and white frills and indicated that I should take off my outer garments and store them on the same hanger which, I noted, had the figures 365 on it.

Although 237 assisted me I will skip the details and describe my own maids outfit to you. I took off my bra and my suspender belt and was laced into a satin, boned corset that was under bust and had suspender attached. Used as I now was to wearing corsets, this one was very tight and only really pulled in my waist so the suspenders were really long. I attached all six of them the rear ones being tight across my bum cheeks and my stockings were obscenely stretched at the top by the severe elastic. My flaccid and seemingly smaller penis was safely tucked away between my legs and held there by a specially designed thong which also clipped to the corset by thin, unyielding straps so my waist and crutch were severely encased although the rear strap of the thong was split and those two straps wrapped around my thighs to clip to the corset on each side. Thus my arse crack was exposed. I wondered about that. It felt good after just a few minutes and I really had lost a lot of weight as my waist was now really narrow. I could do very little about my pert bum and my narrow hips apart from wearing padding.

My breasts were perched on two eighth cup balconies that jutted out from the wire frame that also had a front piece between my breasts. I was glad the corset was tight here as this would be a source of chafe otherwise. I was amazed how little flesh bulged over the underarm section. God I had lost weight! No wonder I felt so fit! Of course I was completely smooth all the time now. I still had to shave but the forest seemed to have succumbed to all the shaving and hair removal creams and didn't seem so furry as before. I had noticed that my breast form clips had made my nipples a bit swollen and sensitive and I had vowed on the next maintenance session to ask if I still need the clips.




The Club Pt. 05



The device, whatever it was, seemed to be tapered and the more that slipped inside, the wider it became. Janet worked it in to the point where Charles thought he couldn't take any more, held it there, and then let it slowly retract. This was repeated over and over and each time the object slid in a little farther. A long, steady push advanced the object more than any of the others had, but this time Janet kept up the pressure. Charles felt like he would be split if it went in any deeper and was thinking about using his safe word when Janet gave a final shove. Charles yelled as the object slid past the ring of muscle and then narrowed down once more. It no longer hurt, but left him feeling incredibly full. He decided he liked the feeling.

Charles became aware of sounds coming from the other two men and as he glanced around he saw the Barb and Liz were each working on their man's ass. Janet let her fingers lightly stroke his hard cock. "How's that feel, Lover?" she asked.

"Actually pretty good," Charles answered, surprised at his own feelings. It hurt like hell going in, but now it doesn't really hurt at all. What is it?"

"Just a small butt plug," Janet replied. "I'm sure you'll take larger ones before the weekend is over." Charles didn't know if he should feel anticipation or fear, but thought the former was winning.

Janet went to the wall and released the pulley rope holding his arms stretched. She let the bar separating them lower to his waist level and Charles settled gratefully back down on his feet. Janet unhooked his wrist cuffs from the bar ends and refastened them together in front of him. Next she removed the nipple clamps, bringing a new wave of pain, and unhooked each of his ankles.

As the blood began returning to his stressed limbs, Janet led him over to where there were two low benches. To Charles these looked like the benches from a picnic table which had been covered in some padded, leather-like material, and that is exactly what they were. Janet had him spread his legs slightly and place one on either side of the bench near one end. He was standing with his back towards the long part of the bench and Janet pushed him slightly so that he sat down. As his weight came onto the bench, the plug in his rear was pressed even deeper and Charles sucked in his breath. "Now lie back," he was instructed. This relieved the pressure slightly, but the shaft was still being pressed inward. Janet proceeded to tie his ankle cuffs to the floor and then stretched his arms above his head. She separated his wrists and pulled each down to be tied taut to floor rings on either side of the bench. This left him face up, the bench pressing the plug into his ass, and his arms and legs spread and pulled tight.

Liz was tying Rick in a similar position on another bench about three feet away. From the corner of his eye Charles could see Barb tying James spreadeagle to an X shaped frame along one side of the wall. Janet reached over and picked up something. She held it up and Charles eyes went wide as he looked at a long feather. Seconds later he exploded into uncontrollable laughter as the feather lightly traced over his bare body. The torment continued until Charles thought he would pass out. His muscles strained against his bonds and he discovered that not only was he tightly bound to the bench, but the bench was anchored to the floor so it couldn't turn over.

Finally Janet stopped the tickling. Charles was just getting his breath back when he saw that Janet had picked up a cat. The contrast of the sharp sting of the lashes to the earlier tickling made them even more effective. For the next half hour Liz and Janet alternated whipping and tickling. Barb seemed to be doing the same sort of things to James, but Charles couldn't see and was too occupied himself to worry about it. Liz and Janet switched places several times, sometimes standing astride the bound men and letting their bare legs rub against their captives. Finally, in a haze, Charles heard Janet say, "I don't think I can wait much longer."

Liz answered, "Me either. Let's do it."

Janet and Liz each reached and pulled at their kilts and the sound of Velcro accompanied the garments sliding to the floor. Janet was standing astride Charles, facing him, and he saw that not only did she wear nothing else but the chain, but where he expected to see the patch of curly brown hair, there was only bare skin. He didn't have time to think about this change because Janet immediately lowered herself onto his hard cock, plunging all the way down and taking as much of him inside as possible. Charles lost all awareness of everything else as Janet ground her crotch into his and used her fingers to pinch and tug at his nipples. Both of them came almost together in a shrieking climax and Janet let herself drop down against the length of his body.

As his senses returned to more normal, Charles became aware that Liz and Rick were fast approaching their own orgasms. The sound of leather on flesh indicated that James was still engaged in less pleasurable activities. Janet lay still impaled on his shaft for a long time as Liz and Rick exploded in their own release and Barb began to untie James to get him in a better position for her own satisfaction.

Janet moved Charles to the X frame while Barb bound James where Charles had just been, on the bench. Janet and Liz both continued to tease their bound boyfriends while Barb first had James eat her to two orgasms before finally riding him to a screaming climax.

When everyone had calmed down, Liz suggested, "Before lunch, why don't we see that these guys get some exercise?" This was met with enthusiasm from the other two girls and soon the men, with their hands bound behind them once more, were led out of the building onto the grass area by its side.

"OK, you guys," Liz began, "we don't want you going soft." This was met with giggles from the other two girls and Liz dissolved into spasms of laughter herself. When she regained control she began again, "Well, maybe that wasn't the right word. Or maybe it was. Anyway, We think you need some exercises. So we'll begin with some jumping jacks. Shall we get them ready, girls?"

Each of the women moved to her boyfriend. Janet instructed Charles to spread his legs. She then produced the small leather parachute Liz had made and tied it snugly around Charles' testicles. She added a three ounce lead weight to hang from it. Then she brought out two nipple clamps. Charles watched as she rolled and tweaked his nipples into hardness and then snapped a clamp on each. She again added a small weight to each. Charles was just beginning to realize what these additions would do to jumping jacks when Janet unfastened his wrists and used the end of her cat to prod him over alongside Rick and James, who were both similarity adorned with clamps and weights.

"I think about thirty sets should do it," Liz said, and began to count. The men were slightly slow to start and all three women spurred them on with the cats. As they jumped the effects of the weights and clamps were obvious. And even though Charles had anticipated what jumping with them would be like, he found that the reality was even more intense. In fact it produced an entirely new set of sensations. The swinging weights seemed to jump back and forth and produce pains in a variety of directions. He tried to keep up but would often hesitate or slow and Janet, or one of the other girls, would remind him with the leather lashes. The three women moved around and all corrected each of the men.

"All right now some sit-ups," Barb called, and once more the men were forced to begin. These were followed by several more exercises until at last, with their hands once more bound behind them, Janet instructed them to run in place. The three supervised with the whips and kept the men hard at it for five minutes. Throughout all of the exercises the weights and clamps continued to induce small surprising pains and other interesting sensations. In addition, exercising with the butt plugs imbedded in their rectums created even more unusual feelings.

By the end of the exercises the men were all happy to have the clamps removed even if the removal meant increased pain as blood flowed once more into the abused regions. They were also all sporting hard-ons once again. "Down on you backs, Pledges," Barb called. The six had weeks earlier discussed likes and dislikes and all agreed that they had no interest in humiliation. It had been agreed that the only derisive terms allowed during initiation would be "Pledge" or "Slave." Even the use of the term slave had been questioned quite a bit as no one was interested in a real master-slave relationship. But it was finally realized that when used no one took it to mean actual slavery, sexual or otherwise. Other terms allowed would include captive and victim. The term "torture" was agreed to be OK, but understood to mean something entirely different from the actual meaning of the word.

When the men were all lying on their backs the women once again stripped off their kilts and knelt astride them. Each man found a wet, hairless pussy against his lips and none needed any encouragement to begin to satisfy it. The women were equally excited themselves and came at least twice each before turning around and sucking the men to orgasm themselves.

Afterwards the women once more donned their kilts and soon had the men standing beneath a large branch of one of the old oak trees in the area. Ropes were attached to their wrist cuffs and tossed over the branch. The slack was taken out so that the men could stand with their feet on the ground, but just barely. "Just hang around here," Barb said. "We'll bring you something to eat." With this the three women headed towards the house.

"Hell of an initiation, isn't it?" Rick said. When the other two agreed he went on, "But remember we get to initiate them next week. I'm sure we can come up with some really good stuff ourselves."

"Definitely!" Charles said. "But I have to admit that so far this had been awfully hot. I can't believe we've only been at this a few hours and look at all the stuff they've done to us. I don't know about you, but I've loved every bit of it."

"Oh, I agree with that," James replied. "I am a little surprised I've been able to come as many times as I have this close together, but everything is so hot. I just wonder how well we'll hold up through the next day and a half. Oh, well, it'll sure be fun finding out."

"Have either of you got any idea what they might be planning with these plugs? I'll admit that having my ass stuffed is pretty hot, but are they planning something else?" Rick asked.

"Janet did say that these are the small plugs," Charles answered. "And she said that she was sure we'd take larger ones before the weekend is over."

"If these are the small ones," James said, "I wonder what the big ones are like. I mean this one hurt like hell going in. It does feel pretty good now, but I'm not sure how much of a bigger one I can take."

"No kidding," Rick agreed. "This one is bigger than anything Liz and I have played with."

"That's not exactly true," Charles said. "I mean it's probably bigger than anything she put in you - I know it's bigger than anything Janet's used on me - but I've seen your cock and you've had that up her ass, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe women can relax better."

Then James put in, "Or maybe we'll find that we can stretch a little, too. If they're going to use bigger ones, I certainly hope so."

"Well," Charles said, "I guess we'll face that when the time comes. Or maybe face isn't the right verb." The three of them all laughed and then Charles said, "I see they're coming back. I hope we don't have to eat hanging like this."

They didn't. The girls released them and allowed them to sit on the grass covered ground. They did spread the men's legs a couple of feet and tie them to stakes in the ground. "So we can keep the interesting parts of you in view," was the way Liz put it.

Lunch was some sandwiches and fresh vegetables along with orange juice to drink. When everyone was finished, Janet said, "I think maybe we need some time to let the food digest. Maybe we can get in a little sunbathing."

They untied the men's legs and everyone moved over to a sunny section of the grass. Once there they men were tied spread-eagled on their backs. The girls removed their kilts once again and lay down next to their boyfriends. For the next hour everyone relaxed and drifted in and out of sleep. Occasionally the girls would tease and play with the men, but they never went further than getting them excited, always quitting to leave the men frustrated.

The men were released and everyone went back into the clubhouse building to make bathroom stops. When they returned, minus the butt plugs, all three of the men felt both relieved and somehow also very empty. Charles couldn't decide if it felt good to be free of the object or not.

The afternoon was spent in additional games and the three men were subjected to a variety of torments. They were once again tied spread-eagled and had hot candle wax dripped all over their bare bodies. They were tied facing the trunks and rough bark of the trees as they were flogged with the cats. They learned the taste of the three different riding crops the women had as well as the longer cat. They also became aware of the differences in the way each woman wielded the implements as all three girls helped in the discipline for each of them. They were tightly bound in a variety of positions and tickled and tormented by all three of the girls. The only real sexual contacts, however, were with their own girlfriends.

Once during the afternoon Janet and Liz had been playing with Charles and Rick outside while Barb was doing something with James in what they were now calling the clubhouse. When Janet finally led Charles, his hands bound behind him, back inside, he heard James say, "Barb, I need a bathroom break."

This was followed by the slap of leather on flesh and a cry from James. The he heard Barb say, "I don't think I heard you right, Pledge."

James tried again. "Please, I need to go to the bathroom." This was answered by another whiplash and cry from James. Finally, almost desperately, he remembered and said, "Please, My Lady, I need a bathroom break."

"Well, certainly, as long as you asked," Barb responded and Charles saw James heading towards the bathroom in a hurried crouch. As he got closer he saw the cause of James' distress - and, he guessed, soon to be his own. A large enema bag was hanging from a ceiling chain above the end of the padded table and several large towels covered the area. Barb was just taking the bag down. She turned towards Janet and said, "I'm glad we got these. They're quite a bit of fun. I'm just cleaning this up and then I'll be taking James back outside, so feel free to try out yours."

"Oh, I intend to," Janet said. "I'm looking forward to it."

Charles wasn't so sure he was looking forward to it, but soon found himself with his legs spread and tied at the end of the table. Janet bent him forward along the length and tied his hands to the far corners. For a couple of minutes she then busied herself filling the large bag and preparing the equipment. Charles couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but guessed at most of it. Suddenly a finger, slick with lube, probed his anus and slipped inside. Instantly he became hard as Janet twisted and worked her finger in and out, spreading the slick substance all around. The finger withdrew and a second later one of the paddles descended on Charles' unprotected rear, bringing a loud cry. Three more strokes each wrung forth a noise, but also served to harden his already erect cock. Then he felt the plastic probing his rear opening and tried to relax and let it slip inside. As it was buried deeply inside he realized that this was not the small enema nozzle which was usually used for this purpose, but, he guessed, the large douche nozzle. Janet teased the plastic intruder in and out, putting pressure in interesting places. Then she gave him a slap on the ass and he suddenly felt hot liquid begin to fill him.

Janet let the hot water run slowly in, stopping a few times to allow him to get used to it. Charles was surprised that the feel of the enema flowing into him was actually turning him on more. But soon the full filling began to become uncomfortable. Janet encouraged him, "Just another pint, Lover. You've got two quarts inside now."

Charles tried to relax but the swelling in his lower belly was making that very hard. At last Janet shut off the flow and pulled the nozzle from his rear. "Now, just hold it for a minute," she told him and proceeded to play with his hard cock and swollen balls. It seemed much longer than a minute when she finally released him and said, "Go on and get emptied out. Then come back here."

Charles gratefully headed for the bathroom and was happy to see that at least he would be alone there. James had been taken back outside and Janet was letting him do his business in private. In a few minutes, empty and washed, he returned to see that Janet had refilled the enema bag and was waiting for him.

"Back in position," she instructed. "That one was just to clean you out. Now we can see if you can take a little bigger one. And hold it a while longer." Soon she had him retied once more and he felt the now familiar nozzle begin to slide inside. This time when Janet opened the valve she let the hot water rush in at first and once again Charles found he liked the sensation. Again she stopped and helped him to adapt before turning on the flow again. Finally when he thought he was as full as last time she said, "About another quart and a half, I think."

"I'm not sure I can take that much," Charles said. His answer was a sharp blow from the cat. He desperately tried and managed to clinch his cheeks, preventing any water from escaping. Remembering, he quickly added, "My Lady. My Lady."

Janet laughed and said, "Oh, I think you'll manage. We'll take it slow and easy." He found she was right as she alternated the liquid flow with teasing of his genitals. When the bag finally emptied and Janet removed the nozzle once more, Charles expected to be allowed to go back to the bathroom. Instead he felt the tip of some plastic device pressing against his anus. The slick plastic was slowly and steadily pushed forward and Charles soon discovered that it was a slightly larger version of the butt plug he had worn that morning. "That should help you to hold it for twenty minutes," Janet said.

Twenty minutes! Charles was certain he couldn't do that. The full feeling did feel kind of sexy, but soon a few cramps began. About that time Janet released him from the table, but quickly bound him on his back on one of the low benches. She then began to lick and suck his hard cock and tweak his nipples. Charles became even more aroused and soon was largely able to ignore the discomfort of the enema. Janet continued to excite and finally Charles exploded in her mouth. As soon as his climax ended, Charles became aware once more of the pressure within him. He was just about to decide that even the large plug couldn't hold everything inside when Janet released him and allowed him to scurry to the bathroom.

As Charles was coming back out, having cleaned up, he saw Rick being led inside, Liz directing him to the end of the table. They exchanged a look which said, "Wait and see what you're in for," and then Janet was taking him back outside again.

Instead of a large supper, they stopped twice for smaller quick meals. Sometime after one of these, Liz suggested, "Let's have a little race."

The other two agreed and soon the men found that the race would start with them swimming across the pond and back. They got the idea there would be more than that, but not what it would be. It was actually very warm and a swim didn't sound like a bad idea at all. The leather cuffs were removed to protect them and when instructed the three men dove in and started for the other side. When they came back it was Rick in the lead closely followed by James and Charles. As they got to the dock and started to get out, Liz said, "Just stay in the water a second. You've got the rest of the race left and you'll run that one at a time. We want you wet for it. Rick will go first, followed by James and then Charles."




The Club Pt. 05



The men looked confused, but hung on the dock. Liz went on to explain. "See where we are standing and the path between us?" The men now noticed how the women were standing. Liz was closest to the pond, about twenty feet. About seven feet farther along, Janet stood facing in the opposite direction from Liz and Barb was another seven feet away facing the same way as Liz. They saw that a narrow path had been marked with a couple of pieces of rope and Rick guessed he would be going between the women. This was confirmed when Liz continued, "You will clasp your hands behind your head and run between us. We will use these." Each of the women now held up a four foot piece of thin, flexible willow they had cut from the stands near the pond. "You three will run the gauntlet and circle around for two more passes. Now GO."

Rick clasped his hands as instructed and started forward. As he ran past Liz she swung the switch and he felt a line of fire cross his wet buttocks. Stumbling forward he received another from Janet. Barb managed to land two before he was past. James and Charles received the same treatment and by the time the three had completed all three trips, the air was filled with their cries and each had at least a dozen wicked red lines crossing his ass.

The women rewarded the men for their performance. Each woman gave each of the naked men a "full body" French kiss, rubbing their tits against chests and letting their hands play over the abused asses. The men glanced at each other and, for the first time, really began to wonder just how much inter couple action there was going to be in this initiation.

The girls played several more games with the men until, finally about eleven, Liz suggested they get the men ready for bed. The three men soon found themselves side by side, bent forward over the padded rail. Their legs were spread and tied to floor rings and their hands were pulled tight in front, stretching them taut. Each of the women moved around her boyfriend, tickling and teasing, licking and nipping, sucking on nipples and kissing them all over. When the men's nipples had hardened, clamps were attached and ten or twelve ounces of weights were added.

For the next twenty minutes the three girls used the cats to redden and mark the men's rears, stopping now and then to tickle or tease. After a dozen especially hard blows, they quit and moved away behind the men somewhere. Charles' eyes were wet with tears but he felt incredibly turned on. He couldn't see what Janet and the others were doing, but he was anticipating more stimulation. Liz suddenly said, "OK, girls. I think it's revenge time. Shall we let them see what's coming?"

The other two agreed with ribald comments and the three walked around in front of the men where they could raise their heads and see them. Charles looked up and his eyes shot open in surprise. Janet stood naked in front of him. Naked, but with a strap arrangement around her hips and, jutting from it, a fake plastic cock,. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Now you get to feel what the receiving end is like, Lover." She then moved around behind him and used her fingers to lubricate his rear entrance. Knowing that the large fake cock would soon be replacing her fingers, Charles couldn't help but tense up a little and Janet spent some time getting him loosened. Finally he felt the lubricated plastic head press against his anus and begin to penetrate. The feeling was unbelievable! Even though Janet had used a small dildo on him before, this felt different. The shaft moved in response to Janet's movements and he could feel her legs touching his own. She slowly pressed it home and then held it there for him to get used to. Then she started to move it in and out, slowly at first, but soon she was fucking him hard and he was pressing back against her for more.

As Charles neared climax, Janet motioned Barb and Liz over. They knelt next to Charles and then bent under him. Soon Charles was startled to feel two tongues licking his cock and balls and within a couple of minutes was coming once more as Janet plowed hard into him. Liz and Barb licked and sucked him as Janet slowed and kept herself pushing the rod deeply inside as she came herself. When Charles began to come down, Janet slowly pulled out. Charles was left with an empty feeling but not for long as Janet soon pushed the small butt plug home in place of the dildo. She left Charles stretched while she moved to kneel opposite Liz beside James. Barb, complete with her strap-on, now began to fuck James while Janet and Liz used their mouths and tongues on his genitals until he came as hard as Charles had. Then they switched places and Liz used her fake cock on Rick while Janet and Barb did their best to drive him up the walls.

At last each of the men had a butt plug pushed deeply inside and the women released them. Everyone moved to one of the smaller rooms where the men were tied loosely spread eagled on their backs to three beds. The women, completely naked, turned off the lights and lay down next to their boyfriends. Throughout the night Janet teased Charles with her hands or mouth, but never let him come. Twice he had to eat her to a hard climax, but each time she left him frustrated. When he finally awoke to light (and a hand playing with his balls) Janet once more had him use his tongue to give her three climaxes in a row, but this time she finally rode him to his own hard orgasm.

Rick and James had gotten their own treatment and soon the women released the men and all six headed for the large shower area.

The building had originally been designed to house six to ten workers. To this end there were two small rooms used as bedrooms, one of which the three couples had used. There was also a single large bath, much like the bathroom in a dorm. It contained three toilet stalls and a large shower area with four separate shower heads. Now all six were using this simultaneously. The men had their hands tied over their heads and the women were washing them. If washing involved a little extra fondling and maybe some rough scrubbing, well, so what. They spent twenty minutes under the water before the men were released and everyone dried off.

The women once again donned their leather kilts, but the men were left completely naked and had their cuffs replaced and their hands bound in front of them. Janet and Barb had moved a table into the second bedroom and now this was used as a dining area. The women sat in three ordinary chairs but Janet had produced something special for the men. Instead of chairs they found three objects consisting of a six inch diameter wood cylinder - actually a smoothed log - set on two pairs of slanted legs, similar to a sawhorse. The legs were of such a height that when the men straddled the logs and sat, their feet just reached the floor and the rounded surface pressed against the butt plugs, pushing them deeper. As they squirmed around trying to get comfortable and the smooth wood touched their balls, the result of this stimulation became apparent.

Later that morning the men were taken back outside and put through another exercise period, complete with weighted balls and nipple clamps, while the women supervised with the cats. There was a race in which each man carried his girlfriend, her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms supporting them. There was nothing really unusual about this: they had done it before. Except that this time everyone was naked, wet pussies pressing against the men's backs and the women used their riding crops to spur them on. Also the prize was different. The winner, Rick, was bound spread eagled on his back while Liz licked and sucked him as the other two men were tied to the whipping posts and given a lashing by their girlfriends.

During the early afternoon the men found out about the Bardex nozzles. They were bound outside on their backs, their hands spread and tied to stakes in the ground. Their legs, tied to a five foot pole, spreading them, were raised until they were sticking straight up and pulled tight until their buttocks were slightly off the ground. Each girl lubed her man's anus and then began working the large nozzles inside. Once in place they began to inflate the sealing rings and the effect on the men was amazing to watch. Since Janet was the only one of the six to ever have experienced this - and she only once - it was a new revelation all around. Once filled and sealed into place each of the men was made to take a large, hot enema. But this time the inflated nozzle held the liquid inside even better that the butt plugs had the previous day and they were forced to retain them for some time after the cramping began. Still each agreed that it was an incredibly hot experience.

Once, while Barb and Liz had their men tied on the low benches, Janet tied Charles on his back to the table. She then raised and spread this legs, fastening them to ceiling chains. After using some hot wax, the nipple clamps, the leather paddle on his exposed bottom, and a crop and a strap on his chest and belly, she went over and brought back another tool. At first Charles couldn't see what she had, but then she showed it to him. It looked like a miniature cat of nine tails with ten or twelve inch lashes and a short handle. She explained, "This is a penis whip." Charles' eyes went wide with what might have been either surprise or fear - or a little of both. "Don't worry," Janet said. "I won't really damage you too badly. You know I like that part of your anatomy too much. But I may make it feel a little, shall we say, uncomfortable."

She then used the whip on the insides of his spread thighs and on his erect cock and even gently on his balls. Charles found that the sting did really hurt but also that it really did stimulate him. Still he was glad when Janet stopped and lowered his legs.

Again they ate a couple of light meals instead of a real supper and continued to play. None of the whippings had actually been severe and even though there were some red lines remaining, most disappeared rapidly and there weren't any real welts. As Liz had put it, "After all we don't want to really damage anyone. The purpose of all this is to have fun, right?"

Still by late evening it was becoming obvious that the strenuous activities were beginning to show on the men. The area around nipples was definitely sore and when clamps were added, there were cries and expressions indicating that it hurt, even though no one used a safeword. And their flesh was becoming more sensitive to the whips and paddles. A couple of times the women allowed the men to rest - admittedly tied tightly in some exposed position - so they at least had a little time to recover.

About ten that night the three women informed their victims that there would now be one big initiation scene. Everyone knew this would involve more whipping and other torments as well as some sexual activity and each girl discussed it in quiet tones with their boyfriends. All agreed that this could involve more severe punishments as long as no real damage was done. The men agreed to use their safewords if really needed and the women promised to immediately honor them. So with a little fear, quite a bit of apprehension, and a lot of sexual excitement, the three men were bound, standing in the big room with their hands pulled above their heads.

They were blindfolded and told that they would each be initiated one at a time, the order to be determined by a random drawing. The men couldn't see, but each woman cut a deck of cards. Charles was first as Janet had cut a king, Barb a ten, and Liz a four.

Charles was moved over to the center of the room and once more tied, this time with his legs spread three feet apart and his hands spread and fastened to a four foot bar which was pulled tight enough so that his heels couldn't get all the way down on the floor. Janet put her arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss. "OK, Lover," she whispered, "see if you can take it for me."

Charles was more than a little worried that he wouldn't be able to do just that when a searing lash of the cat cut across his bare ass. His cry was actually more of a scream and it took several more before he was able to control himself. Janet delivered a dozen hard blows across his ass and then switched to other parts of his body. She let the whip tails play over his hard cock, but never struck this area. Still the fear that she might heightened Charles' apprehension. She stopped and suddenly Charles felt himself engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. She stopped short of allowing him to come and once more began to torment him. She used straps, paddles, and a crop in addition to the cat. She attached nipple clamps and weights and made him jerk against the cat. She alternated the whipping with sexual stimulation, trailing her fingernails over sensitive areas and using her tongue, lips, and her own nipples to tease a variety of sensitive spots. After half and hour of this treatment, she pushed a butt plug in place and led him back beside the other two. With the blindfold still in place he heard James being taken to the center of the room and put through his own ordeal. This was followed by Liz giving Rick a hard and hot going over.

Finally all three, still blindfolded, were bent side by side over the padded rail with their legs spread widely and anchored to the floor. Their hands were pulled out taut in front and tied. The whipping had been hard enough that each of the men ached and there were a number of small welts showing on the reddened flesh. But now each received another twenty lashes which made the earlier ones seem mild. Each stroke brought a cry or scream but none of the men wanted to use a safeword. After the twenty, the women stopped while the men hung there with tears dripping from their eyes and their breathing slowing slightly.

The girls were doing something, but Charles couldn't tell what. Suddenly he felt the butt plug being removed and then the head of a lubed dildo pressing against his sore anus. He relaxed and the intruder slipped deep inside as Janet pressed her hips forward, letting the strap-on bottom out and her legs press against him. She began to move slowly in and out and Charles began to press back in increasing excitement. From the sounds of it, the other two men were receiving similar treatment. After a couple of minutes Charles felt the dildo pull all the way out. Janet moved around a little and then he felt the dildo pressing home once more. He relaxed and as the shaft sank in to the hilt he was surprised to feel a different pair of bare legs against the back of his own. From the height, this must have been Liz raping his bottom. Her hands slid over his exposed body, tugging on the nipple clamps, teasing his cock and balls, stroking him in a lot of interesting places.

In a few more minutes the dildo was removed and soon replaced and this time he found that it was Barb driving the shaft into his rectum. The women continued to switch off and fuck the men for another half hour. Charles was becoming exhausted and needed desperately to come when Liz once again took her place at his back side. But this time he felt a hot mouth - Janet's mouth - around his hard cock. She licked and sucked as Liz pounded him and soon he was spurting into the willing mouth. He was left bound while he heard first James and then Rick being driven to their own climaxes.

After Rick had exploded, Janet announced, "OK, guys, one more stroke of the cat and your initiation is over." With that each woman delivered a blow across the taut, bare buttocks with as much force as she could manage. Three real screams echoed through the room and then the women were untying them and removing the blindfolds.

After a number of hugs and kisses, Rick looked at his backside in the mirrored wall. "That was incredible. Still I feel a little like Vulcan did."

Liz groaned in anticipation of another bad joke, but the others just looked confused and finally Barb said, "OK, go ahead and explain."

"Well," Rick said, "you know about the god Vulcan, or as he was called by the Norse, Thor. Seems once that Thor decided to have a little fun with one of the temple virgins so one evening he went down to earth and soon he and the former virgin were busy with each other for most of the night. Next morning he decided to give her a thrill and let her know that he was a god and not just another mortal man. As she opened her eyes and looked at him he said, 'I'm Thor.' She smiled back and said, 'I'm thsore too, but it thsure wasth fun.'"

Now all joined Liz in groans, but this dissolved into laughter. Finally when she could control herself, Liz said, "Does that mean you won't be interested in any such activities for awhile."

Rick wrapped his arm around her and held her against his side. "Definitely not until I recover a little. Give me about ten minutes." This brought more laughter and soon all three couples went to bed, this time with the men unbound. Still, despite Rick's boost, it was the next morning before there were any more sounds of lovemaking.

After they had showered and the girls were fixing some breakfast while the men put things back in order, Janet observed, "You know, I'm not sure initiating the men first was such a good idea. Now that they've had a taste of it they will probably be a lot harder on us next week than they would have been."

"I expect you're definitely right about that," Liz answered. "I'm sure they won't be as afraid to use those cats and we're probably in for a pretty rough initiation ourselves. So, why wasn't it a good idea to initiate them first?"

Janet giggled and said, "Yeah, you're right. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm really looking forwarded to being severely abused next week."

Barb and Liz joined in her laughter and agreed.



The Club Pt. 06



Chapter 10 What's in a name?

I think I must have slept literally as I fell on the bed. As you know there are no clocks here at FemsRace and time passes according to your whims and pleasures. 

I awoke laying demurely on the bedclothes but cursed my luck that my blouse and skirt would be creased. I rose and checked in the mirror. Sure enough, my skirt and blouse sleeve were badly creased where I had obviously lain on them.

I took them off and went to the wardrobe to obtain hangers. To my surprise a lot of my nice outerwear seemed to be missing. In its place were hangers of slightly slutty tops and mini skirts in PVC, see through voile and lots of fishnet and lace. I investigated my underwear drawer and that too had changed from silks and satins to garish colours and skimpy with it. Still all in sets and it looked expensive but again very slutty. No tights to be seen only stockings and garter belts and all the stockings were very sheer and darkly coloured including a bright red.

I wondered when this change had occurred as I was sure that I had found the skirt and blouse in the wardrobe when I came in in the morning. I did note that the maid's costume was still there and on it's numbered hangar but the clothes I had changed out of were missing I was fairly sure. I also noted that my shoes were different and that the heels were higher and the shoes much more fetishy.

So it looked as though I was being persuaded to dress more like a slut than before and I wondered what was in store for me as a result. Certainly, I had noticed that Lisa and some of the other guests and indeed the maids were dressed in more outrageous outfits than I had been wearing and I wondered whether I had been allowed to dress more demurely to enable me to become more used to feminine attire gradually. I knew that dressing as a slut was likely to attract attention from everyone and I wondered whether I was really ready for that attention. I had learned that here at FemsRace, after my experience with Maid 237, not everyone was quite as they seemed on first acquaintance. I actually found that quite exciting to think about and I really wondered how I would cope with having to correctly identify a person's gender without directly enquiring. 

I sat and mused about that for a few minutes and then realised that the same applied to me for them and that perhaps the lesson to be learned was not to judge the person you were with purely by gender or indeed sexual proclivity. Quite a remarkable thought for a person such as me. I could now see that I might be genuinely bi sexual and that it no longer mattered what gender I was or they were as long as we were enjoying each other's company and that I could now fancy and deal with either gender to my choice and theirs without fear of failing due to making value judgements of other people based on my prejudices and upbringing. So I could truly be male of female or a mixture of both to suit who I was with. For the first time in my life I truly felt that I had a choice and that whichever way I jumped, as long as it made the other person and me happy then it was really irrelevant what I was wearing and that I could use my apparel to help me find my partner and that I was free to choose that apparel to suit my needs and project what I wanted to be, even if only temporarily. I felt good about that.

I looked again in the wardrobe and saw the quality of most of it. I divested my bra and panties and had a quick rinsing shower, dried myself with multiple towels and applied my make up. This time I went just a little heavier than I had been of late and used false eyelashes for the first time for ages. I selected an outfit which was close to being a high class hooker. Black fishnet stockings held up by a skimpy black garter belt, black satin thong and skimpy bra. My top was basically a see through black voile tank top and my bra and straps were on plain view. My skirt was a shiny black PVC number which was so short my stocking tops and suspenders were on plain view all the time. Sitting without showing my knickers was going to be close to impossible. Fortunately the thong was purpose built with a gaffe pocket and padding so that my dick was safely tucked away and my balls squashed flat against my crutch. Round my waist was a black PVC faced satin wasp waist cincher. Properly boned and lace fastened at the rear, it took about four inches off my waistline.

I finished the outfit with 4 inch heel PVC boots which were buckled from ankle to knee and came above the knee but not fastened. Again my stocking tops and suspenders were not hidden from view. There was a gap of at least 9 inches of my smooth hairless legs clad in fishnet and suspenders between boot top and skirt. All the PVC was very shiny indeed. I was glad that the acres of flesh were in good enough condition to be seen.

I wore a black pageboy wig and checked in the mirror. Again I was a wet dream to look at and I spent some time preening and smoothing to get my slutty look just right. Boy was I ready!! Male or female, I could handle both and at the same time, feeling as I did, I felt empowered and ready for anything. I just had one fleeting doubt as to whether I could do all this away from FemsRace before I shouldered my bag and headed downstairs to whatever the night would bring. I reflected as I reached the bottom of the stairs that my confidence was so high at the moment that I could indeed show myself to the world but only as long as it was not the 'old' world. Then again as I walked along towards the restaurant, I felt sure that all the 'old' friends would not recognise me now anyway. Either way, I knew I looked good and this reflected in my confidence. I concentrated on my walk and made it as feminine as I could; shoulders back, boobs out and one foot in front of the other, free hand not holding my bag with wrist outwards. I saw every eye upon me watching me and my heart sang with the pure joy of being such a sultry and attractive woman.

I spotted Lisa seated at a restaurant table just as she saw me ( I think one of her companions had attracted her attention to me as Lisa had her back to me ). She smiled and her mouth formed an unmistakeable WOW and her two hands came up to applaud me. I think I blushed but I was sure the make up covered it. As I reached the table, she and her companion who I took to be female but did not know, both were smiling broadly.

"Well look at you" said Lisa " absolutely stunning erm...." it was that point at which I realised that David was no longer really suitable as a name and I quickly tried desperately to think of a name for myself that reflected the new me. In a flash, I thought that I could be Roxy Rose. Roxy would be the slutty side of me like now and Rose could be the demure side like the day before yesterday and before Maid 365 and indeed 237.

Without a seconds hesitation I bent down and kissed Lisa on the cheek and said as musically as I could muster "Hi Lisa, you look good as well." " Who is this lovely creature" as I rose up, walked round behind Lisa and held a hand out to the other person saying " Hi there, I'm Roxy Rose but you can call me Roxy." the lady was not fazed at all, took my outstretched hand and said " well hello to you too Roxy, I'm Carla." The voice was musical and, subject to a thorough check(!) I would swear she was female. Once again the thought flashed across my mind that I truly didn't care what gender she was. In my new role I could cope with either.

" May I join you girls?" from me was met with two affirmative answers so I un-shouldered my bag and slid into a seat next to Lisa with Carla on the far side of her. "Have you ordered yet" I asked and was told that no they hadn't yet as they had only just got here and were still drinking their aperitifs. I noted the two thirds empty glasses on the table. Both Carla and Lisa were eager to eat and I must admit I was a bit famished as well, not really having eaten anything at all since leaving Maid 237 at whatever time that was.

Lisa attracted a Maid's attention and we ordered our food. All three of us ordered light food, all were watching our figure and I was in no position to eat too much due to my tight waist cincher.

Silence fell as the maid withdrew pencilling our order. Lisa spoke first " I have told Carla all about you Dav.....er Roxy. How are you getting on? I see that you were a maid last evening, how did that go?"

"Very well indeed, Lisa and I am obliged that I had the opportunity. I trust that you have spoken with Maid 237?"

"Yes and she spoke very highly of you. I understand you spent the night together?"

There. Straight out. Nothing hidden. I didn't even blush.

"Yes, I did and that was really wonderful too. I feel really good today and I just love the new outfits that were in my wardrobe."

Carla piped up " That outfit you are wearing is really sexy. How does it make you feel?"

" To be honest, Carla it makes me feel powerful and very feminine. I am sure Lisa has told you about me and what I am doing here. Originally, I was 'forced' but now I am very willing. Last night was a watershed for me. This is the new me you see here."

Both women smiled and nodded their heads. " We can see that erm......Roxy" said Lisa and she put her hand over mine " sorry about the name thing. When did you change it?"

I confessed that it was a spur of the moment thing as I came to the table and spotted Carla there.

Carla roared with laughter and I saw her look at me and I saw a sort of admiration in her eyes. I felt really good about that.

The conversation turned to girly chats and I was amazed how easy it was to talk about clothes and make up and exchange tips with these two real women. Our food arrived and we picked at it and ate sparingly as all women do plus a glass of wine made us even more relaxed. Carla was not interested in my male past but was fascinated with my experiences so far and I saw her eyes glint as I described the pony gear to her. We took our coffee in the lounge and Carla made a point of sitting next to me on a lowish couch although I had to perch on the edge or my knickers would have been exposed to all and sundry. Nevertheless, I felt Carla's body heat as she sidled up to me and perched as well in order to snuggle up to me. Eventually, I felt her hand on my leg a couple of times and I felt my suspenders being checked by her palm. I could see that she was looking at me and that same glint came into her eye. I leant against her as I spoke to Lisa about this and that and as I made a point to the two women, I rested my hand on Carla's upper thigh and my heart leapt as I felt the familiar lump of a suspender clasp under her skirt material. All three of us were now getting quite animated and the electricity in our group was palpable as we got more and more friendly and touchy feely. We had all converted to coffee and orange juice so there was no alcohol fuelling this. Carla was now regularly brushing my breasts and putting her hand higher on my thigh. The whole situation was becoming intensely erotic. Me dressed as a PVC clad hooker with stocking tops on display and as I gesticulated or laughed, my body swayed and my clothing swished across my bare skin. I felt amazing and it was plain that my joi de vivre was rubbing off on the two women.

Later, I was to reflect on the bizarre situation that was developing and whether it would have occurred at all if I was not dressed and behaving as a woman. Of course, I knew that both women were aware of my real gender and what was between my legs albeit asleep just now but I was ecstatic that these women were treating me as an equal regardless of my gender and their sexual preferences.

In a whirl we adjourned to Carla's suite and had another pot of tea delivered. Carla's suite was massive and beautifully appointed and it was not long before all three of us were on the king size bed and laughing and talking. It seemed so natural to start kissing and I think Lisa was first to kiss me, gently on the lips. The room fell silent and I saw Carla looking at both of us with pure friendship in her eyes as I touched Lisa on the cheek and looked into her eyes. I turned to Carla smiling broadly and I heard her murmur "my turn" as she crawled across the bed to claim her kiss from me. Lisa had not really withdrawn very far and I gently put my arms around both of them and we started nuzzling each others hair and kissing gently and passionately on our lips, cheeks, foreheads and even necks. We had all made efforts and the smell of perfume mingled as we formed a huddle knelt on the bed and fell silent apart from our breathing. This continued for many minutes and we mutually removed our foot wear and were paddling around kneeling and lying down with each other, dangling our hair on each other, none dominant and mutually loving and tender.

It seemed appropriate to start removing our outer clothing and within a minute or two we were down to our lingerie. All three were expensively and beautifully turned out and our petting continued and became heavier. I stroked breasts and vaginas and was equally stroked and petted. My cock stirred but did not rise. Lisa and Carla were now going naked and their lingerie was removed. When they were naked they started on me and within seconds I was equally naked and my cock on display. We continued our stroking and petting and my cock rose and became stiff for the first time in quite a while. I was worried. Had I lost the ability to maintain an erection? Only time would tell but I was so relaxed about it and so enjoying the moment that I refused to continue the thought and wanted to caress both these women and please them as a woman would. My erect cock had little or no significance at the time so I ignored it and concentrated on the two women and caressed and stroked all of there naked bodies although I noticed that Carla spent a lot of her time seeking out and looking at my cock and touching it gently as though in awe of it. Lisa was the first to gently kiss the head of it but her hand was in Carla's crutch and both women, indeed all three of us, were beginning to breathe hard and through our mouths and I knew that little moans were escaping from us as we turned ourselves on.

I knew that Carla was wet as I could feel it when I touched her and a little moan escaped her lips as I brushed her clitoris. Lisa on the other hand shuddered whenever she was touched there but made no sound. At this point, Lisa leaned into me and whispered in my ear "lick me first and then fuck Carla, Roxy, that is what I want and I have agreed it with ugghhh ( a low gutteral sound as Carla plunged a finger into her pussy and I heard a slurp ) Carla previously. I knew we would get on famously, just do this for me...please!"

Without a moments hesitation I gently pushed Lisa onto her back and manoeuvred Carla into a position where I could lick Lisa and finger fuck Carla and it went smoothly as Carla changed position slightly so her hand could encircle my cock and she could masturbate me very slowly as I set to Lisa's clitoris and pussy with my tongue. Within a few seconds, Lisa gave off a gutteral moan and started panting. Minutes passed and then, with a mewing cry and a lot of thrashing she came and I felt her juices coat my face. Carla was now very wet indeed and my hand was all slimy and warm and her touch on my cock was heavenly. "Fuck me Roxy" she demanded and pulled me over her partly using my stiff cock. I climbed over her body and slipped my cock into her sopping cunt and she cried out and went rigid as I slammed into her and my balls slapped her. I felt her vagina spasming on my cock as I started fucking her with long even strokes. As I drove in she gave a low moan. "Fuck me harder, harder" she said so I started ramming her and this was one time when my new fitness paid off. I felt I could fuck her for ages and I was dimly aware that Lisa was cradling her face as sweat began to form on her body. I heard her rising scream of "Oh my God I'm cummmiiiiinnnnngggg" and with a piercing scream her juices gushed and I spent my seed in her at the same crashing moment.

All three of us collapsed on the bed completely spent and wet and sated. So Roxy could still perform as a man. I was relieved although I could still remember the elation of having Maid 237 fancy me and penetrate me, that control over a man's cock and to satisfy his needs. 

All three of us, giggling and laughing and still touchy feely in amongst our stickiness, went naked to the bathroom and showered off our bodies taking care not to wet our hair, removed our make up with special cream that Carla provided and then re-applied it all carefully as our naked bodies dried in the towels. Carla was fascinated with my breast forms and marvelled at the almost seamless join. I told her about the maintenance schedule and the re-gluing that was needed. Both of them had breasts that I would have been happy with although Lisa's were more pert and Carla's heavy and more pendulous. My cock was now completely flaccid and both Carla and Lisa touched it but, after a while, just ignored it. I was rather glad that it remained limp. I didn't want to have an erection at this time and was glad of these girls relaxed company. I didn't want to spoil that with an unwanted erection.

I donned my slutty outfit and smoothed down my skirt and plucked at my voile top to arrange the clothing just so. I was glad that my penis was safely tucked away and that, having come, I could now concentrate on other peoples pleasure. I wondered idly whether Maid 237 was about and whether she would fancy me dressed as I was and I preened myself in the mirror with that thought. I suddenly realised that the room was a bit quiet and dragged myself away from my reflection to turn and see Lisa and Carla standing behind me, holding hands and smiling benevolently at me. I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes shine as I looked at these two women. My two best friends!!

Chapter 11 Decisions, Decisions!

We picked our way downstairs from Carla's suite, now silent but all three smiling. We went to the bar and our body language was plain that we were now intimate friends. Carla ordered drinks and we found a table. This was a lowish settee and a coffee table but was in a corner and mostly hidden from the rest of the room by pillars and screens. I sat down and like any good slut crossed my legs and swivelled my hips so that my panties were hidden but my stocking tops and a lot of bare leg were in plain view. I sipped my drink. Carla proposed the toast " To Roxy. A good addition to the FemsRace experience. Our best work yet, I think" She looked at Lisa who raised her glass and said " Hear hear". I was curious now. Had I passed some sort of test? It hadn't felt like it upstairs in Carla's suite. Indeed I had felt it all to be spontaneous although I was perhaps less bothered about my performance as a man and more interested in my girlie side than getting my cock wet. I was also concerned that my breast forms were inappropriate for our session and I was less sure that I had wanted to be naked with these women. I liked being dressed as a slut. Being naked was no longer part of it for me.

" Excuse ME, ladies" I said " but at the risk of ridicule and to coin a cliché, how was it for you?"

Lisa and Carla looked at each other, serious all of a sudden. I saw Lisa glance at me and study my face for a moment then look back to Carla and nodded her head.

"OK, young lady, time to talk" said Carla.

" You came here as David and as a candidate for feminisation to make you see that your maleness was in jeopardy and that you were heading up a blind alley" said Carla and she continued " We think that we have succeeded in putting you in touch with your feminine side and this has happened somewhat quicker than anticipated."

"Femsrace" she continued " is very much a club and the members here do select and recruit men who wish to become more feminine." 




The Club Pt. 06



"You were recommended by a member who knows your estranged wife very well and she felt that you were an ideal candidate for our programme but also realised that there needed to be an element of forcing involved with you so, after very careful vetting, we arranged for you to be abducted."

"The walk in the woods in the pouring rain and the mudbath and particularly the encounter with a passer by, were completely unexpected and unplanned by us."

" Nevertheless, your reaction to these events and your co-operation made our task so much easier so now, after careful consideration and interviews with all that you have had intimate contact with. It is time for you to make a decision."

" In essence, the choice that faces you in the short term is one of going out into the world with a clean slate as a T Girl or as a man who likes to cross dress. We think that you may already have made that choice but are aware that the ambience here at the club is vastly different from that in the outside world. In both events we will help you gain a fresh start but if you do decide to go as a T Girl we will provide you with a full wardrobe both slutty and demure and we will monitor you and help you with any problems that may arise."

" If you decide to go as a man who occasionally cross dresses, then we will set you up and leave you to your own devices without any support."

Carla paused and then asked " Any questions so far?"

"Well yes I do" I said " If I leave as a man who dresses, will I see Lisa, you or FemsRace again?"

Carla glanced at Lisa "No" she said. Firm and no argument.

"Before you decide" she continued "you do have a time to consider and, if you pick T Girl you can dictate which parts of your wardrobe and its style you wish to have."

" How long will that be, Carla?" I asked.

" Well believe it or believe it not, you have been here in the programme for about three weeks and there are parts of FemsRace that you have not yet seen or experienced all that is on offer here. " "But if you want to leave as a man, then this should be immediate, really for all our sakes. If as a T Girl then you may need more time to consider and we will be happy to grant that but you will have to experience a lot more than you have so far and some of it might well be quite unpleasant or indeed painful."

"What, like the dildo sex toy in rubber, thingy" I rejoined.

" Yes, similar but more...intense, more one to one....." Carla hesitated as if to say more but thought better of it.

" Tell me Roxy, did you enjoy fucking me?" The words sounded obscene from such a classy lady.

" Can I speak freely here Carla?" I said

" Of course, we welcome that" said Carla.

" Well, as you know, I have fucked the maid in my room after I woke up here, Gina at the Pony stables, Lisa here with a dildo then Maid 237 and now you. I would do the same again to any of you but the one I want to have experience with, the one that is the most memorable is maid 237. I hope you two gorgeous ladies are not offended by that but the maid 237 night was the most memorable and the most though provoking. I did not know until that night just how beautiful it would be to turn a man on and give such meaning to being dressed as a woman, how empowering it would be and how deeply satisfying. I was unaware of just how deeply that would affect me and it is that which I wish to explore more fully."

" I am fully aware" I continued "of the maintenance that is needed to maintain my allure and I am very pleased that I have crossed the bridge into bi sexuality. I can see now why I was so unhappy and vituperative to women in general. I was obviously wanting to join them and was perhaps a little jealous of their power over me. Now I know what I know, I cannot return to being full time male without returning to that lonely and nasty existence I think that I will leave here as a T Girl but would like to have more experience in that so that, when I do leave FemsRace, I will have a better idea of how I wish to present myself and whether this is a desire to be seen as a woman in public or whether I split my time between to two identities."

" Tell me Carla, Lisa, would you think that I am a candidate for gender re-assignment?"

Both shook their heads in disagreement but Lisa spoke " No roxy. We don't make such recommendations anyway and you would need to seek medical opinion elsewhere."

I thought for a moment. " So you are not seeing me having surgery then. What about chemicals? I have noticed my nipples being sensitive and a slight increase in my breast size even though I have lost weight" I smoothed down my waist cincher and tugged at the hem of my skirt.

" We haven't given you any hormones, if that is what you think Roxy but you must be aware that the body's chemical make up contains elements of both male and female hormones. Perhaps the FemsRace experience has just changed the balance slightly."

"OK Lisa, so no hormones in the tea then!" They both laughed.

" In that case Carla and Lisa, my first decision is to stay and not leave immediately as a cross dressing man. My second decision....well request really, is to see maid 237 again but this time with her dressed as she wants to dress and not as a maid. Can that be arranged? I would be very grateful and is it possible for me to know who all the other men are so that I can become the perfect slut that much quicker?"

Both women smiled. A touch indulgently I thought. Carla spoke first. "Roxy, you are quite the thing I must say. I am also bi sexual but Lisa is a lesbian. Yours is the first real male cock that either of us has had in quite some time."

Lisa chimed in " It is also part of my commitment to FemsRace to see you men through the system as it were and I don't normally allow sexual congress so early, if at all but you are such an exceptional candidate and took to the programme so quickly that you fair turned me on! Your cock is of little interest to me but your dido was just too good an opportunity to miss. Carla is my playmate when she comes here and she is married so can have a regular shag when she wants it but enjoyed you enough to give me a good time later."

"Maid237" she continued "is here to do maid training at the request of her Mistress. We had to seek her permission to give you the experience. I doubt if 'she' would be allowed to become a 'he' for a date with you anyway. I will ask though" this last as she saw my crestfallen face " There are other men here and some will be free to engage with you if they want to. You do of course realise that you have reached that point in your path in which such pleasures might result in some.......punishment?"

I looked at her quizzically and cocked an eyebrow. "Punishment?"

"Yes" she said "the next phase might involve that. Would you like to know more about that first?"

To be honest, I was not sure.



The Club Pt. 07



Chapter 11 Dungeons and Dragons

Lisa looked at Carla quizzically and I saw a faint nod from Carla. "Yes, you show her, Lisa. Not my scene really" said Carla.

With that, Lisa stood and held out her hand to me. I slid demurely across the seat and, keeping my legs together, rose to me feet grasping Lisa's hand.

Together we sashayed towards the staircase but instead of going up it Lisa took me to a door to one side of it and opened it to reveal a staircase leading down. This one, like the back staircase I had used to go to the pony training, was bare wood and we carefully picked our way down two flights in our heels with Lisa leading. These stairs were as narrow and steep as the other ones and were dimly lit with candle style bulbs in wall mounted fittings. The last flight led into total darkness and was very cold. I felt my bare skin shiver but at least it was not damp. I felt Lisa move away and dropped my hand and I heard a click. The room was suffused with light and I scanned what I could see. Above was a stone arched ceiling and the room was long and narrow and appeared to be segmented like a church crypt. Stone clad columns were everywhere and the whole room was packed with furniture. All of this furniture looked strange at first until one saw the myriad straps and chains. This was a fully equipped dungeon!

Then I heard  a crack and a moan from the far end and instantly understood that we were not alone and that this was the punishment area where I would be taken to if it was so ordained by......who, I wondered?

Lisa silently led me down the room towards the sound we had heard and I glanced fearfully at the furniture and spotted racks of other equipment on the walls as we clip clopped our way down the stone flags towards the end wall. I heard another crack and a long moan and whimper and even a sob, much closer now. I got the distinct impression that this room was much bigger than I could see. Each compartment on either side as we walked seemed to have a malevolent darkness which stretched away into blackness and I could hear our footsteps as a muffled echo as we passed each one both to the left and right of us suffused with only dim lighting from the arched ceiling.

Ahead as we moved slowly down the flag floor was a brighter light from one of the left hand side niches and as we reached it the view opened out to reveal a bare bottom with vivid red stripes on it and a leather clad person with a cane addressing that bottom. As we watched the cane flicked and landed and a fresh crack and this time a thin scream that descended swiftly into desperate sobbing

The leather clad person looked at us as we approached now on tip toe to avoid the clatter of our heels. Somehow I felt that offending this person in any way would be dangerous and I sensed that Lisa was slightly frightened by the scene as well. As we arrived, the main lights went out and all behind us was plunged into darkness leaving us trapped in the lit scene before us.

Lisa approached the leather clad figure and I definitely saw her curtsey. "Good evening Mistress, we are sorry to disturb you but I have been asked to show Roxy here this area. Had I known that you would be here I would have sought your permission first." All this was said in a nervous monotone and with her head tilted forward and her hands crossed in front of her. This was a new side to Lisa I had not seen before.

With that the leather clad Mistress turned and looked at me. A tall statuesque woman in a skin tight leather catsuit and a PVC corset and high heels. Her eyes bored into my soul and I involuntarily  broke the gaze and looked at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. I felt the butterflies of fear flutter.

"So this is the famous Roxy, is it" said Mistress "you may wish to witness the punishment of this worthless Maid 237, then."

I was stunned. This body strapped to a bench and having her bare arse severely punished was Maid 237 with whom I had enjoyed a beautiful night of discovery and passion that had changed my life forever. What had she done? Why was she being punished? I was nonplussed. What could I do to comfort Maid 237? This was unbearable!

The Mistress read my face well. "She is being punished for going with you and being a wanton slut with you. She is being doubly punished for enjoying being with you and expressing a desire to do it again dressed as a man!" This last was spat out with an expression of disgust on the Mistress' face.   
"I send her here to be feminised, to be a proper servile maid and she gets off with you and wants to be a man instead. What is the world coming to!"

I was mortified. Does this mean that every man that goes with me and enjoys me will be punished? I so much wanted to comfort Maid 237 in her hour of need. This seemed unfair.

Again the Mistress read my thoughts. "If you wish to comfort her you must join her in her pain and suffering. I will chastise you both but her suffering will be less and will be shared." I heard a whimper from the bench. My heart sank. In order to lessen her suffering I had to share it. I had to submit to punishment to prevent Maid 237 suffering more. If ever there was a test of my feelings, this was it. Would I acknowledge that I enjoyed the experience of sex with Maid 237 enough to pay a price for it now and, by paying that price, reduce hers and thus express a feeling for her and to reinforce the feelings expressed between us at the time. A sudden calm engulfed me. I crossed my hands in front of me and dropped my gaze to the floor. The pattern on the stone was engraved on my memory as I spoke these words. "I want you to punish me instead of Maid 237 please Mistress. I wish to take all of it instead of her....please.....Mistress." I remained still, my heart pounding and my eyes pricking as I relished the enormity of what I was doing. Time itself stood still for seconds as the words echoed. I heard a soft whimper from the bench.

Mistress spoke softly. "Very well, Roxy, so be it. Lisa, help me prepare her." Lights came on and the full extent of the chamber we were in became clearer and another bench was revealed plus racks of equipment. I was completely calm and felt that my life was no longer my own. Lisa led me to the second bench and asked me to help her turn it round and move it closer to the first. I did so almost in a zombie like state and was then asked to lie on the bench. Straps were secured around my body and, as I lost my liberty, I descended further into calmness and tranquillity. I could see Maid 237's tear stained face looking at me as the straps were tightened and my skirt lifted and tucked under a strap.

To this day I do not know how long I was on that bench. Lisa swears that it was several hours. At some stage Maid 237 was released and she came and comforted me, cleaned my face of tears and run mascara and I felt cream being applied to my bum at intervals. After a time it ceased to hurt and I was dimly aware that my bum was being photographed. Mistress was an expert at her task and my bum was both bright red from the top of the crack to my upper thighs with an even striping of purple welts across the main fleshy areas.

During all the time of being restrained and punished, I felt my soul rising, all the guilt of my many years denying myself the pleasure of my feminine side, believing I was in some way not normal, the broken relationships from not accepting responsibility for the things I did and said to others, all was washed away on a tide of pain and humiliation and repaired by knowing that all the other people, two women and one man / T girl, were with me on that bench,helping me purge myself of all the guilt and allowing my true feelings to surface. Several times I saw maid 237's face swim into view and the expression of part admiration, part thankfulness, part loving and part understanding will remain with me forever. I had no wish to 'own' Maid 237, make her mine, capture her, subjugate her, make her love me and then discard her when bored. She will have a place in my heart forever and me in hers even if we never met again. 

As I write this, some time later, I can say that I have never seen or spoken to Maid 237 since that day and......I still do not know her name.

I think my arms and legs went to sleep at some point as when I was released, I was unable to use them and it took some time for me to regain full use of them. Eventually, with Lisa's support I made it up the stairs to the lounge area and was then half carried to a suite on the ground floor and was showered, make up removed, a nightgown put on me and I was put to bed. I slept badly and was uncomfortable as my bum hurt and was incapable of taking any weight without pain.

I do know that my whole body felt purged and lighter somehow and I eventually fell into a deep slumber. 

Every slumbering human has to awake sometime and I was no exception. The bed was trashed and my nightgown up round my waist but I felt refreshed. I lay there for a while and may have slept again. When I eventually surfaced I was wide awake. I got up and used the loo, checked and adjusted my wig and face and smoothed the nightie, re-made the bed and slid back into it using all the pillows as a rest. I felt quite the diva but was very aware of my smarting and sore bum which levelled me off quite a bit. Not much point being uppity or selfish after taking all that punishment for love of another human being. A sobering thought and I mused on that for a  while.
With that there was a knock on the door and I shouted a 'come in' to which the door opened. In came the same rubber clad maid as the first morning in FemsRace and she was carrying a very welcome breakfast tray. She put this down and I saw her eyes look at me and then at the floor. I could also see that she was smiling as her lips were visible. I looked at her kindly. 

"Forgive me," I said "but are you the same maid as...before.....my first day....upstairs...?"

She nodded and then our eyes met. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?" and I saw her bob a curtsey.

"Well, yes there is," I said "I would like you to know that what happened between us was......unusual." I saw her eyes cast down again "and I wanted to......apologise......sort of.......Oh God, I don't know...."

Her hand reached out, partly to silence me and partly to comfort me. "It is OK," she said "It was part of the ...process...for you. I can see that you have changed and that it will not happen this time. Perhaps I can apologise to you for the.......wetness. I have a problem," she gabbled and I thought she was going to cry "so I came here to try and get away from it, seek help and guidance and all I have done is make it worse." By now she was close to hysterics and it was my turn to comfort her. "Part of my 'training'," I said "has been to see that having sex carries emotional responsibilities and that one must accept that before engaging in any activity. We didn't do that and I am to blame for that. Yes I have changed and yes, I seem to have a preference that I wish to explore but," I paused here for an intake of breath "you were an initial part of my change and I paid a price for refusing to accept the responsibility for you, so my apology is genuine and, in my opinion, yours is unnecessary." 

I smiled at her and she curtsied again. She then looked me me full in the face with tears in her eyes and whispered a thank you and left.

Once again I had touched a heart and let them touch mine. It felt better and I resolved that I would never allow a moment to pass without reflecting as much love on other people as I could manage.

Breakfast was good. I ate very little these days and was constantly weighing myself and checking in the mirror for new bulges or skin problems that needed attention even on the bits that wouldn't show. I had become so vain, I thought to myself and chuckled. I was enjoying the new me and felt the rawness of my bum just to make sure that I really was a new person.

I self administered an enema, bathed, shaved and towelled myself dry and came back to the bedroom to seek out clothing. Sure enough there were a  few outfits and I chose a thong rather than panties, tights rather than stockings and suspenders and a loose mid length skirt, all garments to save any pressure on my bum. It definitely hurt to sit down but I perched on a  stool and applied my make up with all the usual care I picked a lovely cotton blouse to match the colour of my skirt and selected shoes with a  modest heel. I looked really feminine and was pleased with what I saw in the mirror.

A knock on the door, it opened and a greeting from Lisa and we embraced and air kissed like long lost cousins. Lots of eye contact and touching, mutual scanning of our outfits and we got quite emotional with each other but resisted the temptation to cry due to the make up restriction.

"Well look at the two of us" we gushed to each other and, as quick as it had come, we suppressed it and looked at each other knowingly.

"Roxy, you are different" said Lisa. I nodded ,"Yes, I am and I think it is permanent, Lisa. I can't stop thinking about it. How is Maid 237, is she OK?" Lisa looked at me and nodded. "She is fine and has gone back with her Mistress to a life of slavery and being a maid. She asked after you and asked me to wish you well and to thank you for everything. She too has been changed forever I think."

I nodded and choked up again, dabbing my eyes with a lace hankie. "I am so emotional, Lisa are you sure there is nothing in the tea?"

"No there isn't, silly. This has been inside you all along, you just didn't know it!" and she hugged me again as I fought to control all the emotions. Eventually, I succeeded but had to have a clean hankie and renew my eye make up. We both did.

"Now young Roxy" Lisa said "an experiment. Turn round and put you arms behind your back." I did so without hesitation. I felt and heard the handcuffs go round my wrists. I felt Lisa stoop down and saw the leather straps wrap round my ankles. Within seconds I was restrained and helpless. There was only a short chain between my ankles and walking was now very difficult. I felt my breath quicken and my chest tighten. A cushion appeared in front of me and, with Lisa's help. I knelt on it. I heard a short chain being fastened between my ankles and my wrists and I tested it for strength. I was completely helpless and hog tied. I felt the same calm descend over me. I was with my beloved friend Lisa and under her control. I felt at peace.

I felt Lisa stroke my hair and brush my cheek then my breast as she stood over me. My pulse quickened. I did not want Lisa to go further with me sexually but was willing her to do so. If she didn't touch me, I quickly felt at peace, if she did touch me I was aroused. It was a rollercoaster ride and she used it unmercifully as I see-sawed between passion and peace. My cock bulged and wilted in equal measure.

Then she started to talk to me.

"There you see, under my control. So easy. Just some handcuffs and bondage and you become submissive."

"I could do anything to you now. Seduce you. Punish you. Suck your cock, reamer your arse with a dildo. Invite some of the girls up to piss on you, ruin your clothes. Make you drink their piss."

"I could shit on your blouse and rub it in so you stank of it"

"I could collar you and lead you through the lounge so all the guest would see you as the bondage slut, sell you to the highest bidder to have their way with you. Full time pony girl, sissy maid or sex slut. Whatever your owner wanted."

I was shivering with the malevolence of it, repulsed and attracted in equal measure, torn between the desire to please and my own identity. I was swooning with fear and lust as this friend of mine took me to dark places in my mind.

"Enough!"

With that Lisa produced keys and released my bondage. I struggled to my feet unaided as Lisa ignored me and put the bondage equipment away in a bag. When she had finished she turned to me, unsmiling and there was no eye contact. She even looked embarrassed. 

"Look at me Lisa" I said and after a  second or two she did look at me. A slight shrug of the shoulders and her eyes dropped mine again. I went to her to try and regain her. I was brushed away and that hurt a lot.

"What was that about,then Lisa. Were you ordered to do that?" She shrugged again and looked into my eyes again. This time they were bright with tears.

"Look Roxy there are things about me that you don't know, don't want to know either......" With this she turned, grabbed her bag and ran to the door and was gone. I felt absolutely drained and bereft. I was numb. All the time at FemsRace I had felt that I was with people who cared about me in some way and that I had been provided with an opportunity to find myself and start enjoying life more than I had done lately. True my emotions had been turned  upside down and I had been both very high and very low at times but not once had I been less than optimistic about any outcome. I did feel at that moment though that something had opened up beneath my feet and that FemsRace was now a hostile place that had really force feminised me and conned me into being a laughing stock that the outside world would see through straight away.

I sat on the bed, stunned. What should I do? If Lisa had left the house and Carla had already gone home plus maid237 was now in a life of slavery, never to be seen again, I would be alone at FemsRace. That would be unbearable and I suddenly realised just how much Lisa meant to me. With this resolve, I got up, went to the wardrobe and looked very carefully at the outfits there. There seemed to be more than I had previously noted but it could have been an illusion. I sorted through both the wardrobe and the drawers looking for an inspirational outfit. I felt I had to win Lisa back and wanted to be the most lesbian and slutty with it that I could possibly manage. Even if Lisa was not there at least I would attract attention and I could share my woes and misgivings with anyone, male or female, who would listen. By dint of looking at everything that was available to me in terms of clothing I assembled an outfit that I thought would do the trick for me. With such a  build up and with my future at FemsRace in the balance, I could do no more than describe this outfit to you. Strangely it was all one colour, a deep maroon. Normally I would pick black for being sexy but this maroon struck my eye. The bra, thong and suspender belt were both very lacy and quite skimpy. I even found a pair of matching stockings still in a packet and when I put them on and attached the suspenders ( of which there were six ) I found them to be quite short on my leg and stretched the thin and non adjustable suspenders to their limits. The bra only just contained my breastforms and they were very lightly held so were a bit inclined to sway and bounce. Over these garments went a lace body cut high on the leg and with elasticated spaghetti straps, still all maroon. Then I donned a very sheer long sleeved blouse that did nothing to either hide my underwear or its skimpiness. The skirt was a tasteful maroon leather and was short. So short that my stocking tops and my suspenders clasps were in plain view even when I stood up straight. On my stocking clad feet went a pair of sexy sandals, also maroon that had 4" heels. The straps fastened around my ankles and had little silver fake padlocks which clinked as I walked.

I paraded around the room looking at myself in the mirror and felt all these soft clothes move and swish against my sensitive bare skin. I finished the outfit with a maroon leather long sleeved bolero jacket which creaked as I moved. I felt and indeed looked absolutely divine and very sexy with it. I combed my hair and repaired and enhanced my make up. I looked a million dollars and worth every penny. High class clothes worn by a high class slut. I felt ready to face whatever the night might bring, shouldered my handbag and headed for the door.




The Club Pt. 08



Chapter 12: Lisa and my Indoctrination

We lay there alternately looking at each other and the ceiling as we regained our breath and the cum dried.

Eventually, we just turned on our sides and faced each other. Lisa's eyes were unfathomable and I guessed that with my conflicting emotions, mine might be a bit dark to read as well.

I broke the silence. "That was good Lisa but it does raise a few questions within me."

"I know David," I noted the use of my male name "it does for me too. Yes, it was good.....the best I have ever had.....with a man. Both of us have different histories and preferences, yours more recent if I may say so and mine from an unconventional upbringing rather than conscious choice."

I nodded sagely. No wonder this woman was so special to me.

"I suppose that the night with maid237," Lisa continued "was a pivotal point in your life and your time here at FemsRace but........do you believe that all men are like maid237 and that you can have relationships with them?"

She had a point there. I was aware of the closed nature of FemsRace and was nervous about what the outside world would make of Roxy and whether I could cut the mustard as a woman or end up as a furtive cross dresser and revert to being a man most of the time. Like a bolt from the blue the thought swam into my consciousness at that very moment that all my documentation and proof of identity was in my male name so I would be unable to dress full time anyway. My eyes looked at Lisa again and our gazes met. 

As an involuntary gesture I lifted my hand and stroked Lisa's shoulder and brushed her bra strap and stroked her cheek. Her eyes closed and she shuddered. Her eyes opened again and I looked into her soul. I saw no hostility or reserve there. This lady was sure of what she wanted and she wanted me. I don't think I had ever looked at a woman in the same way and was certain that no other woman had looked at me like Lisa had just done. I just knew that whatever we did in the future and however we developed or paths we chose, this woman would be part of my life.

"I know what you are thinking, David," said Lisa "about the cross dressing and 'can I make it as a T Girl' and you are just beginning to see that it would only be a part time fetish perhaps, away from FemsRace. I think you want more than that but can't see yourself as a trans gendered woman with all that that implies for your penis and sex life in general."

I nodded but remained silent.

"It is the first time I have got this deeply involved with....anyone really," she continued "and I can see your confusion as well as feel my own. I too have made a commitment both to my sexuality and to FemsRace and indeed Carla. All of that is now is turned upside down and I too have some decisions to make."

She paused for an intake of breath but our eyes never left each other for more than a second. I really felt that this was the first time that I had had a real heart to heart with a woman and, even as the cum dried and a sticky residue coated my thighs, I was reluctant to break the spell and suggest that we get cleaned up. Nevertheless, I kept moving my legs and arms to feel the feminine clothes touch my hairless skin and hear the faint swish of my stockings. My cock was completely shrivelled up and my balls and loins were still aching from the cumming. I did feel completely relaxed but at the same time I was marshalling my thoughts about the new situation. I was brought back to the present by Lisa stroking me and I looked at her anew. I saw her smeared and wrecked make up and saw her dark eyes seek mine. I felt safe with her. I could see in her eyes that she meant me no harm and would see me through whatever I chose.

So what would I choose? Did I want to live the rest of my life as a woman? How far did I want to go with this? Lisa was presenting me with an opportunity to spend the rest of my life or at least a good part of it, as her T Girl. This would mean that I could dress all the time. She did not want me to be a man although my dick was obviously of use to her and I couldn't say I found her unattractive.

"By the way, David," said Lisa "you must be aware that we have .....preferences and that we might wish to pursue those." I was all ears now. What did that mean? Was the usual female agenda about to be revealed and, once again, my hopes be dashed and I would be going it alone?

"I am still a lesbian and I still need to service Carla's needs when she wants me to. You need to find out if the servicing of mens cocks is what you want to do as well. We aren't getting married....well not as I speak.......Oh gosh, what DO I want!?" Lisa laughed and we fell into each others arms and back on the bed. I lay on my back and Lisa snuggled into my shoulder. I stroked her bare back and felt her bra strap and suspender belt.

"I suppose we could start by discussing the living arrangements," I said "we ought to move in together so we can talk about other arrangements and preferences." I turned to her and stared into her eyes. " You do realise that there is no turning back from this Lisa. I want to dress full time as a woman and service men's cocks. You are already a lesbian and have lovers who want you with them. I cannot turn back and be a man again and I don't want to ruin your life or your relationships. Carla is my friend."

Lisa put a finger to my lips to shush me.

"Carla will be over the moon that you and I have got together and will enjoy me as often as she does already. Remember, she is married and I only see her about once a month at the moment anyway," Lisa said "and remember that I 'introduced' you to maid237 so I can do that sort of thing again. That little affair may well have affected you a lot but bear in mind the lifestyle that we lead here is very different to that outside this club. You might find men out there less......tender than maid237."

I could see her point. I had become wary of women over many years and one different experience with a man might not be enough to base a lifestyle on or make choices.

"I agree with the sentiment you express Lisa," I said "but I was so bowled over by the fact that I was fancied and the power that gave me that I wish to explore those feelings again. I don't think that I will get bored with that either but I have to know......." My voice tailed off and I looked at Lisa again. Her eyes were unmoving and I saw no revulsion or rejection. My heart leapt. This woman really understood!

"I understand perfectly how that feels," she said and without breaking eye contact with me, I felt her hand touch my cock. I felt it stir and so did she. She smiled and said "how could I NOT understand that feeling and want you to feel what I am feeling when I make your cock stir?"

I felt my whole body relax and we embraced as her hand left my cock. We laughed as we hugged and I felt at peace. Later Lisa told me that she too felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. At last, she thought, a man who I can share my girly things with and still have a life of my own and a real cock to call my own when I want to.

"I suppose you should move into this suite," I said "will you want a hand with that? Do you want me to tell Carla or will you?"

"Carla is going home tonight anyway so I will tell her and move in tomorrow morning. This will be your last night alone." I looked at her and kissed her gently. "Make sure that Carla gets a good send off, won't you?" I said. "Of course," Lisa said "and I know she will be pleased for both of us. She may want to tell you herself so I want you dressed and ready when I am, OK?"

"Of course, hun. I too want to talk with Carla, I really like her. Oh. By the way, I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh yeeeesss," she said, laughing, "and what might that be?"

"Well, this outfit....the one I am....was wearing. Prefer something more demure .....or less or is this about right, do you think?"

"To be honest David, I found the one you are wearing a real turn on but something more slutty sometimes might be good. Demure is for going out together....you know....out there....away from FemsRace. That outfit you have on is plain classy bordering on slutty."

"Oh and one more thing," she continued "your name, I prefer to use David when we are alone together and I always want you dressed as a woman. I will help you with that, do your breast maintenance and look after your fem side."

She continued "I don't particularly like the name Roxy but I will use it when we are with other people. I hope you are OK with this."

I nodded and said "I am OK with this as long as I am seen as a woman and dressed as one all the time I am with you and indeed, when I am not. This is a permanent thing for me and I don't want any changes of mind or any pressure from you to change back to mens' clothing, regardless of my name. Perhaps we could think of something together as we go on."

"Perhaps we can," she agreed and we then started on the road to becoming the two smart and clean women we were before our sex session and heart to heart. I truly felt that this was a new beginning and from now on, there was less feeling that this was all a game and would come to an end before achieving anything for me except to ignite the desire to dress and be feminine. Now I could see that, with Lisa's help I could dress full time and be independent of others for my dressing time. I was happy but because I was still hard wired as a bloke, I was mindful of the opportunity and determined to make it succeed. At the same time I was becoming Lisa's submissive and we both knew it. I was unsure of whether I would survive the change of status intact and become the strong willed T Girl that I saw myself as and identified with in my minds eye.

Certainly the bathroom was excellent. We shared a shower and laughed and joked about our bodies, our wet breasts swaying as we danced round each other to get the jet where we wanted it. Our taste in scented shower gel seemed the same and we both spent ages in front of the mirror with endless towels draped about our pink naked bodies as we straightened our hair and did our make up.

I re-donned my maroon outfit as it was adjudged to be unsoiled by Lisa and she really fancied me in it. Indeed, once it was on and we were ready she really couldn't keep her hands off me but kept away from my cock. She wore a satin off the shoulder gypsy blouse and a very short skirt over hold up stockings. The bottom of the lacy top was visible as she walked and she looked very sexy as she had made a special effort to dress for me and do her hair and make up to match mine. We linked arms like two girls out on the town and left the suite to find something to eat. In the lift we both felt one another up and started to giggle.

On entering the restaurant we both spotted Carla alone at a table and her face wreathed into a smile as she saw us together and all dolled up to the nines. A wise owl Carla and she obviously guessed about Lisa and me. I saw her applaud us as we approached and we certainly drew some attention as we made our way to Carla's table. I can honestly say that I had never felt so good about my female persona as I did at that time and spot and I took the opportunity to strut and hold myself properly and be a proper girl for all the world to see. God I felt good! Lisa told me later that she felt just as good and for her it was terrific that we were feeling that good about ourselves independently of each other. How many times in life do we depend on others for our well being and how often do we get the chance to break free and just be ourselves unchecked. A good, no a great moment.

Lisa took no time at all to explain what had happened to Carla. It was sotto voce and I saw Carla rapt in what Lisa was telling her. I could see that these two were close by the body language and I hoped that Lisa was not burning bridges. I know how intense and volatile these same sex relationships can be and I hoped that Carla was OK about the change of Lisa's attention although we had agreed that Lisa would continue to see and to make love with Carla whenever Carla was at FemsRace or expressed a desire to see her at other times.

After just a few minutes I saw Carla turn her face to Lisa and they smiled deeply at one another. Lisa closed her eyes and kissed Carla lightly on the lips and I saw Carla's cheeks move as she returned the kiss. With that they both turned and I saw then that they were holding hands in Carla's lap and I saw Lisa give a squeeze as they turned to me.

"Well young Roxy, you seem to have stolen Lisa's heart. I am pleased for both of you. If you need any advice or counsel, either of you, feel free to ask. Lisa has my home number."

Lisa moved round the table so that I was sandwiched between her and Carla and both ladies were free with their hands. I was fairly comprehensively felt up under the table and I swear that if I had not been sitting down my bum would have been pinched. Certainly the bulge of my cock was touched several times and both ladies let out sighs as they brushed the mound in my panties. 

It was such a relief to be released from the tension of wondering how far I should go to be a perfect woman. I had doubts that removing my penis would make me a more complete woman. I was overjoyed to feel that both these women wanted me to be dressed as a woman but still be capable of being a man in the bedroom. It was plainly obvious to both of them that I was just as interested in them as fellow female friends as I was in sexual conquest of them. I had also told Lisa that I was just as interested in men as they were and was prepared to dress provocatively in order to attract them. They also knew that I was quite capable of servicing men as well. I now had a choice. The relief in my soul was enormous and the attention of these women so freely lavished on my lingerie clad, smooth body was both welcome and a sign of real friendship rather than an overture to sex. I don't think I have ever felt more cherished than at that moment and I can remember getting quite emotional at the time whereupon, both ladies stopped caressing me and gave me a hug and a tissue.

We ate lightly as always. We were all watching our figure although Carla professed that she was not. Lisa mentioned as we ate that I might benefit from corset training. She also suggested that a very light dose of female hormones would be beneficial for body shape and muscle tone. We also discussed laser removal of hair and I readily agreed to that. My facial hair was just as thick as it always was and required a lot of shaving every day. Body hair was less of a problem but I valued the smoothness so highly that I doubted that I would miss the constant attention to the hair growth.

The conversation ranged across lingerie and clothing and I was fascinated to listen to these two women as they discussed the relative merits of this brand or that designer. Both were complimentary on my outfit although Carla was more interested than Lisa as she had not seen me in it as much as Lisa, and said so. Both Lisa and I went a bit red and giggly at that. Lisa and I then engaged in a sotto voce appraisal of all the other diners. Carla fell silent but I could sense that she was watching us closely and was not displeased with us or our closeness. We were both playing with each other through our clothing. We were not really turning each other on but it was really pleasant to have Lisa's touch on my legs and waist and occasionally, face. We even went to the ladies together to touch up our make up.

Whilst I was repairing my eye liner and Lisa was alongside me with a mascara brush deployed, she spoke briefly, "I suppose I should pay a bit more attention to Carla from now on. This is her last night after all and she has been and still is a good lover. She helped me enormously when I was younger. I owe her really."

"I agree," I said without moving my head to prevent an accident with the eye liner, "she has been equally good to me. A generous and warm lady."

"You won't be jealous?" asked Lisa.

"No, of course not silly," I said, "I have been alone at night for nearly every night. Another one won't hurt and I will have you all to myself from tomorrow and I can hardly wait, my pet."

"Oh, I see. NEARLY every night," she scoffed at me laughing. "is there something you haven't told me?"

I finished my make up with a quick dab of lip gloss over my newly applied lipstick and turned to her. "Didn't I tell you about Gina at the pony stables?" 

"Ah yes, Gina at the stables. Did you enjoy the stables?" asked a quizzical Lisa as we exited the ladies.

"Well yes I did but the trip over was a bit rough." I swiftly précised the trip and the pony training. A strange look crossed Lisa's eyes but it vanished as we approached Carla who smiled warmly at us.

I saw Lisa bend and whisper in Carla's ear. With that both ladies rose and said goodnight to me warmly and with a great deal of eye contact and touching between all of us. I felt warmth from both and I could swear that Carla wanted very much for me to join her and Lisa but I demurred on the grounds of tiredness and desire to drink another cup of coffee.

I slept contentedly in my maroon lingerie and dreamt of Lisa and Carla and them making love together.

I was awoken by Lisa opening my suite door with her key and we embraced warmly. Lisa was dressed in her fluffy dressing gown but I quickly saw and felt the white nylon full length nightdress underneath and beneath that she wore a garter belt stockings and knickers.

"Come on," Lisa said, "I have a plan for this morning," and with this she rummaged through my wardrobe until she found what she was looking for and held it up for me to see. It was a full length white nylon nightdress much the same as hers. I divested my maroon lingerie and had a shower and applied my make up. On Lisa's instructions I put back on the maroon lingerie but with no bra and put the nightdress on over it. The nightdress was very thin and one could see the maroon lingerie under it quite clearly. I began to wonder what the plan was. Lisa took off her dressing gown and I could clearly see her black lingerie under the thin nightie.

"What are you.....we doing, Lisa? Why these outfits?," I enquired although I found her visually stimulating when the dressing gown came off and I felt my cock stir. Lisa took my hand and we exited the suite, made our way through the lounge area which was nearly deserted and through the door leading to the dungeon, our heels clattering on the wooden stairs and our nightdresses crackling with static as they rubbed and flowed over our stockings. We started to giggle although it seemed more nerves than real humour. At the bottom of the stairs and in a pool of light the two women who first took me to the pony stables were waiting. Both were dressed in blouses and jeans. Without ado, Lisa led us over to a table festooned with chains and handcuffs and collars and both Lisa and I were quickly secured in chains. I felt myself descend into submission as the collar, cuffs and leg irons were applied to my body and I watched Lisa's face as she too was swiftly secured. Both of us had dog leashes attached to our collars and the two women took one of these each. As Lisa and I were led deeper into the dungeon it became plain that the chains secured between our ankles were hobbling us and the clinking of these chains and the longer one to our wrist cuffs and on to our collars was very loud. 

In a different part of the dungeon was a wooden door which to two women unlocked and opened. It led outside into a small lobby with stone steps up to ground level and it was fairly obvious that this entrance was little used. I heard the door being closed and locked behind us and then became aware that it was raining as we clattered gingerly up the few stone steps, our nightdresses trailing over the wet and green stone. We were led crunching over the gravel and on to the grass. I felt the cool air waft up my nightie and my flesh became goose bumpy as the surprisingly warm rain fell on our shoulders. I looked at Lisa and saw her grin back at me. Neither of us was gagged but we had to concentrate hard on not falling or twisting and ankle as our heels dug into the soft wet grass. It was not long before I felt the rain trickle down my legs soaking the stockings and I felt the nightie sticking to the stockings as I hobbled forward to the tug of the leash. As we entered the wood, the ground became muddy and the rain continued to fall. 




The Club Pt. 09



Chapter 14 The Finale

I awoke very late, or at least it felt late. Lisa was gone but I could hear the shower running. "Are you OK, darling?" I called but she probably didn't hear me over the shower. I got up and felt the usual delicious tingle as the sheer fabric dropped over my smooth skin. I padded to the bathroom and was rewarded with the sight of my beautiful Lisa through the shower door. I called again but she didn't stop washing herself so I popped my head round the shower door only to have my left breast form and my nightie soaked as Lisa splashed. I did fleetingly see her striped arse as I yelled and drew back.

"Sorry,David I didn't see you there," said Lisa as she temporarily stopped her ablutions and popped a wet head round the shower door.

" I was just a bit worried about you, baby," I simpered and Lisa gave me her usual winning smile, "I am as fine as I can be considering...," she said, "and I am glad that is over for another year. I will have to see if I can get out of it next time."

I nodded assent and hmmmed as one does when one is not entirely believing but disinclined to challenge.

There seemed little point in standing about in a wet nightie so I promptly took it off and joined Lisa laughing and giggling in the shower. I felt really close to her as I helped her bathe her ravaged body and she soaped me all over. Lisa was really cheerful and only winced when I touched her bum. She exited the shower first and left me in the hot spray to rinse off. Once again, when I had exited the shower we used the usual copious numbers of towels to dry ourselves and then sat in front of our massive bedroom mirror to apply make up and dry our hair. 

My own natural hair was growing nicely and I now had enough length for a boyish sort of style but it was a little thin and I had fine hair. As Lisa pointed out, such hair was going to be a trial every morning to get any shape into it. The alternative was to shave it all off and glue a wig on semi permanently like my breastforms. Once a month maintenance rather than every day. It was an attractive prospect and, as Lisa again said, I still needed to do morning maintenance to my hair so still very girly.

The rubber was still where we had left it, in a heap on a chair. Lisa showed me how to rinse it through and dry it off. She also told me that the transparent rubber had been treated so that it didn't need to be talced like the regular black or coloured rubber as she had worn. I enjoyed handling the rubber.

"Can I keep this stuff here, Lisa," I asked as I towelled the water spots off the red bra.

"Oh yeah, sure. All the outfits in FemsRace are either in someone's room or in the store." Lisa replied,"and that stuff would only fit you or a man of your shape anyway so I doubt there will be much demand for it." I promptly put the whole outfit on hangers and hung it in my wardrobe. I even stroked it as I closed the door and knew that I would wear the outfit again. I saw Lisa looking at me as I closed the wardrobe door.

"Addictive stuff," she said and I nodded sagely as I felt the rubber again and imagined it on my skin. Lisa touched my arm.

"It is OK, David," she said, "to crave all these sensations. I quite like rubber but always associate it with Mistress Amy. When I wear it I become submissive and self conscious so I have to be told to wear it, forced to even so I don't just put it on to be sexy, if that makes sense." She laughed nervously and I saw her shudder presumably at the memory of yesterday and I saw her stroke her bum through the towel, "but it is okay for you to wear it because you want to and I think I would like that for myself, you, dressed in rubber...for me, hhmmm."

With that we giggled and embraced. My towel fell off my breasts and we laughed and started a play fight with me naked except for a towel on my head and she quickly lost her body towel too. I stole a kiss on her lips and my breast forms brushed her real ones. The laughing stopped and we looked at each other, breathing hard. The next kiss was long and passionate and we slowly entwined ourselves as we lost ourselves in the kiss. I ate her mouth and tongue and the kiss became greedy as we ate each other. I felt my cock stiffen and so did she. We parted and I saw the lust in her eyes.

"Save it, tiger," she breathed,"my arse is not ready for you just now but I want you to fuck me properly tonight and I won't take no for an answer." With that she broke off laughing and we play fought lightly for another few minutes.

I think that I fell in love with Lisa at that point. It wasn't a sudden rush and indeed, this story is a recollection of the events and, in the setting out of the events, it occurs to me that this was the point at which I just knew. I didn't do anything or say anything at the time but somehow, in the recalling for this story, it was this point at which I realised that my love was actually there. I had been in love before or thought I was, but this was different somehow, stronger, more certain. I was still wary and knew that we had many hurdles to clear but at least I now knew what I wanted and that if anyone could share it, it was Lisa.

We dressed as always in our smart gear. As always my skirt was slightly too short and my suspenders too long but I didn't care. I was aware that my time at FemsRace was drawing to a close so I could dress how I pleased here for the remainder of the time and I liked feeling sexy and slightly slutty and had no qualms about displaying my underwear and skin in this club. Lisa was only slightly more demure but we had agreed that we would both wear skirts and suspenders for each other. We clattered, giggling to breakfast and were like two schoolgirls as we nibbled out toast and discussed make up, hair and perfume.

We had sat opposite each other for once and during a silence I felt ready to broach the subject.

"Lisa, darling, do you think we should leave FemsRace," I ventured,

I looked over at Lisa as she poured the tea. Her face was quite calm and I could see she was looking for the right words.

"You took the thought right out of my mind, David,"she said. I felt my heart leap. So this was it! We had launched the ship! No turning back now.

I won't bore the reader with the logistics of what came next but within a month we had moved into a flat together. I had found a job through Carla working for one of her husband's companies as a PA to one of his female managers and that was really cool as she knew that I was a T Girl and indulged me as I learnt how to be more demure in appearance, to blend in with the crowd. Both make up and dress were modified for that and she gave me time off to have my beard removed by electrolysis. I had taken Lisa's advice about the wig being glued on and settled for a really lovely and very expensive shoulder length one in a neutral shade of brown with subtle henna highlights. I was now a full time girl and wore tights at work and regular bra and panties. My heels were only two inches and the shoes sensible, no stilettos at work. 

I had some voice coaching and used a throat spray that a doctor gave me. I never got the musical quality that women have but I was much better than before and it gave me more confidence to go out on my own and, in particular to go into clothing stores on my own and ask to try things on.

I also noticed men looking at me and learned the art of avoiding eye contact and dressing to blend rather than to please. Eventually of course, I had to dress up and just go out to wow the men. I had been able to take all my FemsRace clothing with me and I did enjoy putting on a short skirt and suspenders with high heels, full make up and a sheer blouse and just going out on the town.

At home after work I usually stripped off to a nightie and peignoir and wasn't allowed to put on any sweat pants or scruffy clothes. I had to be immaculately dressed or in lingerie. Only occasionally was I permitted to wear jeans or trousers and they were as feminine as Lisa could find. Only she could buy such items. Everything I bought had to be glamorous and I actually didn't mind that. I was a T Girl not a woman so I had to be the best T Girl I could be. Lisa insisted and I wasn't arguing.

I had also worn corsets for days at a time and my waist had reduced and I had the makings of an hour glass figure. My corset maker had warned me that any further reductions would need an industrial strength of corset and would give me sores so I settled for the ones I had and constantly dieted to get my weight down. I certainly lost muscle tone but my broad shoulders necessitated a large breast form. I did eventually have electrolysis and laser treatment on my body hair above the waist and on my bum but was advised that to do the legs would be difficult and costly and to depilate my bum crack would be risky. All are still regularly shaved. Fortunately my fine gauge hair on my head also extends to my body and Lisa has little objection to helping me with these difficult to reach areas. I obviously return the favour when asked.

Lisa was very much her old self and demanded that I fuck her on a regular basis. We both had other liaisons and I now have a regular boyfriend who I see as often as I can which is about once a month and we make love and it is wonderful for me to take his cock in hand or mouth and, after about four really hot dates, he lovingly penetrated me. It was a beautiful experience and I always returned to Lisa in high spirits and she always asked me how it felt and was happy that I was happy as well. We always made sweet and beautiful love afterwards and that also applied to her own lesbian encounters which were more frequent at about once a fortnight although her partners were different every time. Lisa did not want to take a lover as she felt that I was enough for her and that my cock was much better than a strap on and other men were out of the question as other women were to me.

I truly feel that this time with Lisa was the best of my life and I found both myself and the love of my life in Lisa and as a T Girl.

This all came to an end exactly three months ago when my beautiful and precious Lisa died. She was diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas and was dead within six weeks. After the diagnosis I was devastated and wept so much that I couldn't wear make up. My boss at work was really supportive and gave me loads of slack and time off and made sure that the rest of the office gave me all the room that they could. By this time I think they all knew I was a T Girl but I had been there long enough and made enough friends that when they saw my grief they were touched enough to comfort me as a girl. Even the guys were really solicitous of me and when I saw or felt that I always burst into tears.

Carla, her husband and I buried Lisa with as much grace as we could muster. 

My boyfriend was also really good and held my hand at the funeral and held me up when the coffin disappeared and I collapsed, overcome with grief and screaming for my beloved Lisa. 

About a month ago I returned to FemsRace at the invitation of Carla but I think I wasn't really ready for it. I didn't see anybody I knew and spent the first night in Carla's arms weeping gently and whispering and shouting about my Lisa and how unfair it was that she had been taken like that. Strangely, I felt better in the morning having been able to grieve with Carla and her eyes were equally red and puffy as mine. We obviously became very close but we didn't indulge in any sex at all. I still took comfort in the feel of satin and suspenders and all the female clothes I wore but couldn't bring myself to be in any way slutty or sexy. I think Carla understood and was an absolute brick for me, allowing me to let go like that.

I did manage to visit Gina and Peter and they too were really good. Through her tears Gina said that if it would help, she would gladly put me to work as a pony and I thanked her but declined. Carla left me there and I curled up with Gina and Peter joined us to share all my memories of Lisa and our life together. I don't recall going to bed but in the morning when I woke I found us all fully dressed and intertwined on a double bed in what I later learned was Gina and Peter's bedroom. I felt slightly better and Peter drove me back to FemsRace where Carla met me. I embraced Peter and kissed him lightly on the lips and felt him respond to me. As we broke away from each other I looked into his eyes and saw only warmth there. I think we both knew that we would probably never see each other again. My eyes pricked but I managed to stop myself from crying. I was beginning to get a grip.

Carla took me home again and my flat had been cleared of Lisa's clothes and completely revamped and redecorated. Apparently I had Carla's husband to thank for that. I had some wonderful memories and quite a few mementoes of her and our life together. Certainly the revamp and new décor made the flat feel brand new and it was and is my home.

When I returned to work my colleagues and boss were really genuinely pleased to see me and that helped enormously.

So that is my story. This was my route to being a successful T Girl. 

FemsRace is no more, Carla tells me. It closed shortly after we were there. Perhaps she is just saying that to help me cut the ties.

I want to leave you with a mental picture. A beautiful, mature woman standing in the foreground and looking at you with a steady gaze, a slight smile on her lips, confident, her legs apart clad in stockings and shiny high heels. The swell of her breasts visible under her open jacket and her high neck cerise colour sheer blouse. Is that the hint of a matching bra you can see under the blouse? Is that a stocking top just visible under the hem of her short mini skirt? Her hand on her right hip which is thrust out to meet it, her left hand loose at her thigh. Are those hands a bit big? Look at those dark red nails, just like talons! Your attention is drawn back to her luscious lips painted dark red. Are those shoulders a bit broad? Never mind, look at those legs!

You see a confident poised woman, a MILF if you like. In the background is a man. Her boyfriend? He seems to be a shrinking violet. Why is he so far back with his hands to his face? Is he trying to hide?

My God that is one sexy lady!

So what are you waiting for boys and girls alike? Come and get me!



THE END