BDSM PlayGround: A Couple of Whores
BDSM PlayGround was an all-inclusive resort and theme park that catered to a certain type of crowd. All types of play were allowed. It could be as tame as simple roleplay among lovers to public human toilets and gloryhole slaves. Various rides and attractions were tailor made for the experience as well. And somehow my wife Carey and I found ourselves waiting in the entrance line for a weeklong trip.
Apparently, her friend and boss Mina had received the weeklong tickets as a gift, but couldn't make it, so she passed them along to my wife half-jokingly. Looking for a way to spice up our marriage, and immediately envisioning Carey tied down and at my mercy, I wholeheartedly advocated for the trip.
That being said, as we came to the greeters, I couldn't help feeling anxious and embarrassed at entering the sexual playground.
"Oh VIPS?" the scantily clad ticket lady asked after she stared at our ticket for a while. For lack of a better word, she was wearing a slutty cosplay of what a theme park worker would where. She had exceptionally short shorts on, with thigh high black socks and buckle up leather shoes. The only thing covering her ample breasts was a light blue crop top polo that barely reached passed her nipples; it was tight enough to push her under-boobs out. Her hair was pulled into a slick high ponytail, while her make-up accentuated her features, especially the light blue lip gloss that left her looking extra plump.
While I was too dumbfounded by the uniform to speak, my wife stepped in an answered in the affirmative. And let her know that they were a gift from her rich boss. The worker smiled.
"Great, you two must be so much fun, you and your husband should head to the left, the right line is only general admission, and take these bracelets and costume tokens with you." She handed us both pink bracelets and pink coins that popped out of the turnstile after it read our ticket. "Those are fast pass bracelets, they let the workers know how to handle you and you'll be able to cut lines and ride multiple times in a row."
We both thanked her for help and trotted over to the VIP entrance. There two workers waited for us. They were dressed in the same way as the greeter, except one of the women was sporting a noticeable bulge in her pants. They were standing in front of a disk on the ground, with a kiosk beside it. They explained that most guests had to pick and dress up in a costume on their own. But VIPS get to have specialized dressing machines along with beautiful assistants like the two in front of us dress them up.
"Feels regal, I guess I'll go first?" I said to my wife. She nodded. As I stepped onto the platform, I handed the worker my pink coin. She giggled as she examined it and put it into the kiosk. Suddenly the ground opened underneath me and I found myself sliding down a diagonal shoot for a few moments before I landed. Or rather a pair of metal arms caught me by my wrists and pulled them up, holding me in the air. Before I could say anything else, another arm roughly pushed a shiny red ball-gag into my mouth and tightly locked it onto my head.
As this was happening my wife appeared from the slide next to me and was treated to the exact same. Once we were both gagged, a robotic voice beamed, "Initiating Whore Protocol". Soon other arms pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Then they came back and cut off our tops with scissors.
We were briskly pulled into a hot shower, where our bodies were scrubbed fairly thoroughly. Hot air quickly blew us dry from all directions before a series of arms began painting some type of gel all over our bodies even on our faces save for our eye brows and eyes. They even invasively coated our ass-cracks and pushed it up into our noses. Carey began making inaudible noises as they applied the gel to her. She seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't make it out. But, as the arms came back empty handed, it dawned on me that we were being waxed. Soon ripping pain began coursing through my body as all the hair below my eyes was pulled off.
After that, my wife and I got our first real taste of how humiliating this whole experience might be. We were pulled over to another shower like area, but this time there were no shower heads. Instead, mechanical arms locked onto our ankles and pulled them spread eagle. Soon lube was applied to our asses and my anal virginity was dangerously close to being broken, as a metal hand slowly probed me with the lube. It stopped abruptly, before a warm invader took me from behind. I couldn't get a good look at mine, but I could see the one in my wife, and it looked like a black hose had been shoved into her ass.
Soon warm water began filling me up. I quickly grew bloated and uncomfortable and just as the sensation was growing painful, the hose suddenly pulled out from me. The water quickly rushed out, leaving me empty. Then the process was repeated a few times.
Afterwards, we were pulled into a room that both contained various costumes, Whigs, and accessories. The room was pink, and lacked almost anything masculine. In fact, all the costumes were the type you would see a girl wear to Halloween or in a porno. There was also finally another person. This time it was a bubbly, and curvy, blonde woman dressed like the other workers. She too sported a noticeable bulge in her short shorts. She was also holding a large tablet, which she seemed totally engrossed in as were pulled towards her.
"You must be the VIP whores?!" she chirped. We both immediately began shaking our heads and trying to say no from behind our gags. "Awwh, you guys are so cute, I wish my lover would share a fun experience like this."
"Looks like you two will have Irene as your personal Mistress for the week. She's the cutest, though she can be a little mean. And she's even bigger than me" she said while pointing to her junk. My eyes went wide. Personal mistress? And she was a Futa. What had we gotten into??
"Irene likes her pets to look the part. So I'm thinking you two will do best as a couple cute kitties." She said before pressing a few buttons.
The arms holding my wife moved first. They worked with incredible speed, as it only took a few seconds for her to be fully enclosed into her new costume. Carey had a lithe body. She was and skinny, but not to the point that it detracted from her looks. She still had plenty of ass and pert c-cups. It started off with an impossibly tight crotchless white catsuit. The suit seemed to mold onto every nook and cranny of her body. Then a pink corset was pulled tight and locked onto her. She also received a pink choker with a bell, pink high heels, and a pair of pink latex bondage mittens. All of which were also locked shut. Finally, a claw slowly descended with a large but-plug that held a white latex cattail. Lube was dripping off the thing, and my wife yelped and moaned when it was shoved forcefully into her ass.
I had grown incredibly hard and turned on during the show, but this quickly turned to fear as I was pulled forward. Suddenly an identical white cat-suit was being pulled onto me. They were trying to cross-dress me!? I tried to fight the hands, but it was no use. They were way too strong for me. I too was short and skinny. Soon I found myself facing Carey in an identical costume. She stared at me as the tail lowered into place. She seemed to be completely fascinated with the sight of me losing my anal virginity. Not that I had any room to talk, since everything that had happened to my wife turned me on. My face went red with embarrassment as I realized I would be impaled in front of her.
There was a sharp pain as the tail was quickly forced in. Then I noticed how full I felt. I tried to force the intruder out, but it wouldn't budge and inch. Yet, a whole new humiliation awaited me. The worker walked over holding a bag of ice and a small pink piece of wet looking latex. I again tried with all my might to struggle, but it only seemed to make my situation worse. The icy sensation was unbearable when she pressed it against my cock. Before long, my dick was shrunk, and she stuck pulled the latex over it, engulfing both my dick and balls before it also looped around my tail's base. She then pressed a button and the material formed itself against my package seamlessly. She pressed another button, and the material shrank. It put enough force on my penis to stop any erection and shrank it to a much smaller size than I was used to.
"Let's see, next is hair and make-up. I've seen you ogling my plump lips sissy boy, I guess that means you want something similar?" She said, looking at me. I quickly shook my head no, but she only giggled before pressing another button on the tablet. Two metal-bell shaped things were brought towards us by another set of arms. Then they slowly descended over both our heads. It was pitch dark inside for a moment, until flashing lights and a number of small mechanical arms with tools in their hands popped out from every direction.
First tubes descended onto my lips. They suctioned tight and stayed in place while the other hands began working on my eyelashes and makeup. When they were done, the tubes popped off, but something was slightly different. I could feel that the suction had left my slips fat and swollen. All through this, I could feel arms pulling at my hair in various directions. Another arm quickly applied shiny pink lipstick expertly coating my lips without getting any on the gag. Once that finished the hoods quickly ascended out of sight.
As I looked over at my wife, I could tell that she had undergone a similar process. Her lips looked much fuller than usually underneath a shiny coat of lipstick. Her eyelashes were full and long, while her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. It looked like extensions had been weaved into it, as the tail fell to her lower back.
With that both our chokers jingled and let out a tiny shock that jolted us in unison. The worker walked over and undid our gags before throwing them into a basket. I immediately started yelling, so did my wife. But, all that came out of our mouths were high pitched erotic "meows".
"The control collar works." Said the worker. "Let's activate the tails." She pressed a button, and my tail began vibrating and wriggling around against my prostate. The sensation was new to me and every time the plug pressed forward, it seemed to send an odd ticklish sensation throughout my penis. Mewls and Meows could be heard from both of us. The worker didn't seem to care, instead she pressed a few more buttons before finding what she wanted. Two sets of chains appeared before both of us.
