Big Trouble: He Forgot Her Birthday
When I came home from work, I had no idea what was waiting for me. I had forgotten my girlfriend's birthday, you see. It had been the day before, but I'd been so wrapped up in a problem at work and then the TV that I had totally forgotten about it. I noticed this morning that she seemed irritated, but I wasn't awake enough yet to piece it together. In fact, to be absolutely honest, I didn't really remember it until I stepped into the living room and saw her waiting for me in the recliner. She was wearing only a studded black leather bra, matching thigh boots with way too many buckles, and no panties. Dangling between her legs at the end of a harness was a huge pink rubber dildo, much thicker than my own cock and at least ten, maybe twelve inches long. It rested on the recliner between her legs, thick and ominous.
"Don't say a word, maggot." I froze at the sound of her commanding voice. Right then I realized, too late, that forgetting the birthday of a particularly perverse and sadistic dominatrix might have been a very bad idea. Too late now.
She slowly twirled a strand of hair around one finger. I saw that her nails, always long, were now painted eggshell blue. "You've been a bad boy, haven't you? Very, very bad. Very forgetful."
I started to open my mouth to apologize and she wagged her finger at me. "No, no. I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. You've been bad and now you'll have to be punished, however I please. That's the agreement, isn't it?"
I nodded, trembling at what untold horrors might well be in store for me over the next few hours.
She got up and walked over to me, the dildo wagging as she did. It was so large and heavy that it pointed nearly straight down at the carpet. I was horrified to see that the head was as large as a plum. She had punished me with dildos before, but never with one this big. It hurt just to look at it. The dildo appeared to be brand new; I suspected she had gone out today and bought it specifically for this punishment.
She sneered at me. "Take off your clothes," she commanded. I did, stepping out of my shoes and taking everything else off one item at a time and hanging the clothes over a chair, until I stood there naked, my cock dangling limply as I trembled under the chill of the air conditioner.
"All right," she said. "Now get on your knees, you forgetful little shit."
I kneeled in front of her, looking down. She leaned forward and brushed my face with the dildo. It was soft but firm, warm from her body heat.
"You know I could tell you to suck this right now and you'd have to do it."
I didn't say anything. I was still shaking, and not entirely from the cold, either.
I was steeling myself for the command to suck the fake cock bobbing in front of my eyes like a blind snake when she slapped me with it and said, "Get up, fool. Follow me."
Without bothering to wait for me, she grabbed a handful of my hair and kept walking, half-dragging me, yelping, as she marched down the hall with me hunched over behind her, half-blind with pain in the dark hallway.
She opened the bathroom and shoved me in, turning on the lights as she stepped in and closed the door. I was sitting on the toilet, looking up at her, dimly aware of plastic suit bags hanging from the shower rod beside me. She glared at me, then reached up to grab the bags and threw them at me. "Put them on. I'll tell you the order. Starting with these."
Grinning, she handed me a package of black pantyhose and a black lace bra.
When she was through, she told me to stand up and look in the mirror. When I did, I saw I had been completely transformed into a woman. Still shoeless but dressed in black pantyhose, a tight and entirely too short miniskirt, a black sweater two sizes too small stretched over a large set of fake breasts, and wearing a wig of dark black hair that cascaded down my back and around my shoulders, I looked surprisingly like the real thing. I could have passed for a woman from a distance easily. I wasn't sure whether to be amazed, appalled, or maybe even aroused. Well, definitely the latter, since my cock was -- and had been for some time now -- hard as a rock.
As I studied myself, she pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed them. Then, ordering me to be still, she pulled out her makeup kit and took the transformation one step further. When she was finished, I really did look like a girl, with smooth, pale skin and lipstick in a dark crimson shade. I looked at the surprisingly erotic face in the mirror and thought that if I had seen her on the street, I would gotten a hardon just from looking.
She spun me around, smiling. "Now," she said, "now that you look a bit more like a scatterbrained, forgetful slut... get down on your knees, bitch."
I knelt on the cold tile floor, a little bit frightened as I gazed up at her. The outfit was hot and uncomfortable, and I wondered how women put up with it every day. I could taste the lipstick on my teeth and the makeup felt strange and powdery.
She looked down at me, bouncing the dildo in one hand, the other hand on her hip. "Oh, fuck," she said. "You look goddamn sexy like that, bitch. Do you feel sexy?"
I was too afraid to answer so I said nothing.
"Oh, you can talk now. Tell me how much you want to suck my cock."
"I...." The dildo hovered in front of my lips. "I... I'd really like to suck your cock, mistress."
"Tell me how much of it you want, bitch. Tell me you want it all. You do, don't you? Go on, tell me, slut."
I bit my lip, then said: "I.... Yes, mistress. I want you to... to put your cock in my mouth. I want to suck your cock so bad, all of it, every inch of it."
"Then what are you waiting for? Suck me. Put that hot-looking mouth of yours around my cock and suck it, you whore."
I reached out tentatively with my tongue, lapping at the dildo, then started to lick at the head. She grew impatient and grabbed my hair, pulling my head up. Grabbing my chin with her other hand, she opened my mouth and stuffed the dildo in. I gagged as she shoved it in roughly, grabbing my head with both hands as she started to slide it in and out of my mouth. My lips were a tight O stretched around the dildo's girth as she fucked my face.
"Oh yeah," she said, "that's it. You wouldn't believe how sexy you look, bitch. You've got a mouth like a hooker. I wish I had a real cock so I could come in your mouth."