Sensory Depravation

We had an early supper because this Saturday was the monthly party at the club. This month they'd rented the German Canadian Club for the event.

After a sweet shower fuck he watched me dress in the outfit he'd chosen.

First my sissy boi purple lace bra, panties and garter belt. Then I smooth the white nylons up my smooth freshly shaved legs.

His bone is pushing at his red silk boxers. Yum.

Oo, my mid thigh black velvet mini skirt, with the layers and layers of fluffy crinolines, and it's wide shiny leather belt with the big silver buckle. I love my off the shoulder, white chiffon peasant blouse with the ruffle around it's top and around the cuffs of the short puff sleeves. My purple bra straps look so slutty!

I do my makeup and glue on my long scarlet nails. Last, my four inch black spike heel ankle straps.

"Come here beautiful. Help me dress."

He holds out his wrists and I button the sleeves of his pale pink shirt then do the buttons up the front.

By now his cock has found the opening in his boxers. He pushes my shoulders down.

"Mm, mm, mm." He's so hard. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." Beautiful lover! "Mm,mm. Gh,gh." He cums. not a big load, after all, he just filled my boi cunt in the shower.

"That's my good girl. Hand me my trousers." I take the pants to his dove grey suit from the mahogany valet. He selects a tie, then slips on the jacket and his dark grey loafers.

He snuggles my retro style, big shoulder raccoon cape over my shoulders and whispers "Away we go."

There's a good turnout judging from the number of cars in the parking lot. From the new facade you'd never guess this was a failed grocery store.

"One more thing before we go in." He reaches behind my seat. "Tonight is 'Bring A Treat To Share" night and your name was drawn. And I remember you don't like some of the members."

"I believe I said Mrs. Courtworth was a repulsive bitch."

"Yes, well, I got you this to wear." He pulled up a full head mask. "Put these in first."

He handed me two foam lozenges with a short string between them. "Bb-but.."

"Just put them in."

I whimpered but obeyed, pushing the ear plugs home.

The mask has long blond hair, pale white skin, and brilliant wide open blue eyes. The red lips were in a surprised 'O'.

There was a sort of rim inside it for my lips to grip and the eyes were blanked over. I felt a tug as he Brushed the wig's hair. Then something at my throat.. I felt. It was a collar. "Uuuh?" The mask was as good as a gag.

I felt the car jiggle as he got out. I felt my door open and him lift me to my feet by my elbow. One hand on my hip, the other holding my left hand he led me across the parking lot. Stop. Feel the step. One step up.Two steps forward. Stop. A bit of warm air, three steps forward. We must be inside. My fur is taken away. We walk a bit more. Something is put into my right hand. A glass. I cautiously take a sip. Tonic? A vodka tonic?

We take a few more steps. A hand. It smooths down my shoulder, then feels my sissy boobies. I feel the top of my blouse being pulled down. A hand tweaks then pinched my left nipple. "Ah!" My blouse is pulled back up. I wonder who?

The back of my skirt is pulled up. A gentle squeeze and pat on my bum.

My drink is taken away. I'm led a way. Then a strong gentle embrace. Dancing. Dancing slowly to an unheard tune. Roving hands. I relax and imagine it's his tall handsome friend Ray. We stop. Whoever it was moves away.

I stand. Nothing.

"AA!" I'm suddenly pulled forward by my collar. I stumble to keep up. We stop and hands on my shoulders turn me. I'm pushed back. Something stops the back of my calves, I'm pushed to a seat. Slippery? A leather chair? My knees are pushed apart.

Oh. It pushes into my mouth. Oh ya. The knob feels circumcised. I swirl my tongue around it. "Gh." A hand on the back of my head holds me as the big cock pushes in.

"Gh,gh,gh gh, gh,gh." I'm face fucked by an unseen cock. I gag as it pumps a big load into my mouth cunt. Big load. It must be dribbling down my mask's chin there's so much.

I swallow what I can. I get the impression someone is dabbing my mask's chin with a cloth. My hand. Someone lifts it and puts a glass in it. I sip vodka tonic. The glass is taken away. More dabbing, I tried not to dribble as I rinsed my mouth but my lips were trapped in the 'O'.

I sit there. I can't wipe the tears because of my mask. Are they going to take turns with me?

I sit. I sense people around. I sit.

Something moved my left hip down. I must be on a couch or love seat and someone just sat beside me.

A hand lays gently on my shoulder. Another strokes the top of my thigh. The hand on my shoulder is soft and smooth. A lady? A man who doesn't do manual work? The hand on my thigh gently cups my balls. It strokes my clitty just once. It strokes my thigh some more. The hand on my shoulder moves up and turns my head.

Oo. Not a cock, it's a tongue invading my mouth. I wish I could feel lips, my mask is being kissed. Gentle hand on my little boobies. Then it stops.

I sit still and wait.

I feel a tug on my collar. I get to my feet and am led several steps. Stop. More stroking my chest and bum. Walk. Stop again. A hand on my shoulder. it strokes up and down my right arm. Walk some more. Stop. Nothing. I fidget. My hands are gently slapped. I hold them together over my belt buckle.

Walk some more. Stop. A step up. Walk back and forth. Turned. A hand on each shoulder from behind. I sense a rhythmic sound. Then a break. Then the rhythm again. I'm led back down the one step.

'Click' at my throat. I'm gently pulled by my collar. I feel my fur floating over my shoulders. Out into the cold. I'm gently pushed down onto the car seat. Huh? There's a different smell. Perfume?

The drive takes a long time. Why hasn't he taken off my mask?

The car stop and I'm pulled to my feet. A few steps and two steps up. Where are we? Not in the garage, and the front stoop has three steps.

We're inside. But where. My fur is removed. I stand and wait. Is he hanging it up? What's taking so long?

Then the lock on the back of the mask is released and it's lifted off my head.

Shock! Where am I? Where is he? Who's this beautiful middle age woman?

"Welcome to your new home, dear. I am your new owner. You will address me as 'Mistress Sophia', or just 'Mistress', is that clear?"