"It's too bad, but I'm afraid you won't be doing any swinging for quite a while," she said with mock pity, adding, "None of our friends would swing with something that looks like you, would they?" I answered meekly, "No Mistress." Upon hearing this she gave me slap on the rear demanding, "When I am wearing this, YOU WILL call me SIR!" I was shocked by her forcefulness, but managed to reply, "Yes sir."
She had me put on a lacy, black nightie that barely covered my buns. In the mirror I could see that with the tape now concealed and only the cute little bulges of my breasts showing, the image was complete! I did look like a woman! Chris had put on a pair of men's shorts with the dildo protruding from the fly, and one of my long-sleeved shirts. In appearance, we had already reversed roles.
Chris kissed me firmly, and then forced me to kneel in front of her. She pressed the dildo to my lips ordering, "Kiss my cock slut." She added, "All of us men love oral sex." I lightly kissed the head of the dildo feeling very humiliated by the homosexual implications of this action. "Take it in your mouth slut." She commanded. My lipstick covered lips parted and she quickly thrust the dildo into my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion and Chris with feigned concern said, "She doesn't like sucking cock?" Then she ordered, "Suck it good slut." She asked, "You do want to be a good slave, don't you?" Now really into her dominant role, her hips kept thrusting that dildo in and out of my mouth so I was unable to answer.
"Don't displease me slave or I'll tie you up and whip your ass bloody." I knew that she was serious about playing this dominant role and determined that I behave in the manner befitting the slave girl role she'd assigned me. "By God," she declared, "If you want to play kinky games, we'll see how you like being totally submissive!" She kept me at my chore until the sensations of the dildo on her body combined with the feeling of power brought her to orgasm. Her thrusting slowed and at last, she withdrew that horrible instrument from my mouth. "Not too bad slut, you make a pretty good cocksucker." She continued by saying, "With enough practice, you'll be a great cocksucker!"
Chris walked behind me handing me a jar of Vaseline and said, "Pull down your pantyhose and you'd better smear this on your pussy to save yourself a lot of pain. I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy and you're so nervous that it'll probably not get wet." I pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles and liberally smeared my ass, both inside and out. "That's a good girl, get yourself ready for your big stud." she cooed.
Kneeling behind me, forcing my legs apart she used pressure on my back until my face was on the floor. I was wide open and ready for HER pleasure. Pressing the head of the dildo to my asshole she cautioned, "This may hurt at first, but you'll get used to it, and in time get to love it." As the head was forced inside me, I moaned, "It's too big SIR!" Chris just chuckled, "It's just your bad luck that your master is so well hung. Don't worry, bitch, you will learn to take it all inside. I am going to give you plenty of practice!"
The dildo was slowly forced in until I could feel the attached balls against my body, then eased back out part way and these strokes repeated at an ever increasing pace. Her hands reached under my nightie and pinched my nipples. Thus impaled on her cock, the hands on my teats were controlling my movements, causing my rear to rise to receive each thrust. With ever increasing vigor, she was fucking me. The portion of the dildo inside of her was stimulating her nearly as much as the pressure on her clit. Her passion rose in direct proportion to her speed and the force applied. I was helplessly being raped and my moans of pain only served to enhance her feeling of power.
Finally, she achieved organism and slumped across my back, kissed me on the neck and pulled out of me. I was weak from the assault. Chris got up and I lay there for a few minutes. My mouth ached, my nipples ached and my poor ass throbbed from its violation. At last I got up and hobbled to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and urinated. Due to the position of my taped up cock, some urine sprayed on my ass cheeks. After carefully wiping the remains of the urine and the slime oozing from my asshole, I took a washcloth to wash carefully my private parts. I pulled up my pantyhose, arranged my wig that had moved during the vigorous rape, straightened the negligee and went back to the bedroom. The high-heeled shoes made walking difficult which Chris noted by saying, "You walk like a clod." She suggested, "When you walk in heels, take small steps. Put one foot in front of the other. It'll give your ass a cute little wiggle." She had me walk up and down the hall several times until she was satisfied, then ordered "Remember to walk like that all the while you are the slave girl even while doing domestic chores." Chris walked to the family room to work her crossword puzzle and told me to fix her supper. "I'm in the mood for a T.V. dinner; you'd better just have a salad. You have to watch that figure, babe."
I fixed her a T.V. dinner and made myself a salad. We ate supper quietly before I cleared the table. Chris had me empty the dishwasher and set up the coffee for morning. She said, "Turning into my slave girl took some of my precious time, but as you learn your duties, it may turn out to be worth it. It's nice to sit here watching YOU work while I relax."
"Take one of our movies and put it in the Blu-ray player, make it a love story," she ordered. I thought for a moment and put the movie 'Love Story' in the machine. She motioned for me to sit beside her on the couch. During the movie, Chris necked with me. She kissed and caressed my body, played with my breasts and even slid her hand inside my pantyhose to play with my pussy. By the end of the movie, she said, "You really have got me turned on now, let's make love." She had me lay on my back in front of the fireplace, placed a big pillow under my behind and got on top of me. She slid my nightie up, pulled off my shoes and pantyhose. Spreading my legs she forced the dildo inside of me and once again fucked my still aching ass. "You love this, you little slut, don't you?" She asked. When my answer wasn't immediately forthcoming she slapped my ass and repeated, "Don't you?"
I gasped out, "Yes Sir!"
"Then tell me how much you love it slut, a man's ego feeds on praise," she ordered.
"Oh sir, it feels so good." I lied, since it felt like that dildo was tearing my insides wide open. "Your big cock fills my pussy so full, I love it."
She smiled and without missing a stroke said. "You'd better work on that voice. You need to speak in a higher tone, one more suitable to your current status. When I take you to public places, I want people to think you're my girlfriend and not some wimp in drag." The thought of being in public dressed as a woman was so utterly humiliating. Nevertheless, it was so exciting that it triggered my orgasm and I came all over my stomach. Chris's sneer clearly showed her disgust, but she continued ravaging my poor ass until she again reached her climax. "Look at this disgusting mess you made on MY property!" she exclaimed. Using her hand she scooped my cum from my stomach and forced it into my mouth saying, "That's a good slave, swallow every bit of that slime." She had me lick her hand clean before sending me to the bathroom to clean myself.
Upon emerging from the bathroom, Chris took me by the hand and put me to bed. She crawled in beside me, caressed my body lightly, kissed me and cautioned me, "You'd better get some sleep dearie, you've got a busy day tomorrow." Then she rolled over and went to sleep. It was a long time before I could get to sleep. SHE'D had several orgasms during the course of the evening, while the only one I had was even turned into a source of my humiliation. In my fantasies serving Chris, as my dominant Mistress had been a big turn on, but the actual experience had been only pain and humiliation. I already regretted getting into this, but had promised in my eagerness to go along with ANYTHING SHE WANTED, and now was stuck with living up to my word. Finally I drifted off to sleep.
SATURDAY, I was awakened by Chris playing with my titties. From a deep sleep to my function as a sexual servant was a swift transition! As she rolled over and moved behind me, I saw myself in the mirror and was instantly reminded of my slave girl role. The head of the dildo was again forced inside my ass with difficulty and Chris snarled, "You are such a tight little bitch. If your pussy grows shut this fast, I'm going to have to think of some way to keep it opened up!" She fucked me vigorously until achieving her orgasm, all the while making me moan with feigned pleasure. Though less painful than the first experience, it was nonetheless humiliating to be so used. With a light slap on my fanny, she told me to clean myself up there was WORK to be done. Meekly I complied, already dreading this day.
