Chapter 3: Golden Shower's
The story has yet to reached fruition.
Things had changed for me a great deal. Looking back now, I had found myself desiring things I shouldn't desire. But hell, I was young and in love. Why not experience life while I still could. I had never met anyone quite like Angel and for all intense purposes I believed I was truly in love with her. I would do anything she asked of me without hesitation. I think that is what got me into trouble.
The thing I most remember about that week was lying there in the guest room dressed in nothing but panties and a bra while I listened to my girlfriend make love to a man we had just met just hours earlier. She was fucking the same cock that had minutes ago been buried in my ass and not much longer than that, was cuming down my throat. Yet I wasn't repulsed or jealous or angry. I was in such a state of arousal I would cum twice while listening to her call me a faggot queer in my mind.
Like I said Angel had me body and soul.
It would only get better (or worse depending on your forte of fetish)
After Andy the salesman had his fill of my Angel and my ass he gathered his clothes and left without saying a word. I had a feeling we would never see him again. That was okay with me because I knew a new world had opened up for me. Scott and Mary was due over in just a little more than an hour.
As Angel directed I was to be prepared for Scott. She would be the one to help me dress for him. In a way I was thankful that my mistress took the time to take me shopping earlier that morning. I now had a collection of underwear and dresses that fit nicely. I had felt a little uncomfortable wearing her clothes. It wasn't like they were tight or anything, (we just so happened to be about the same size) I just didn't feel like I belonged in them.
Anyway, my mistress ordered me to the bathroom and then directed me to strip. I stood there as she inspected all of my body parts for hair. If there was evidence of hair growth she removed it. Next she used tweezers on my eyebrows. During this process I was not allowed to watch what she was doing. Funny, I had never felt so naked in my life.
She then applied black lipstick and appropriate eyeliner. I was to wear a black corset with matching thong. And to top the ensemble off a red mini skirt with five inch heels. Of course throughout the day I had never removed my beautiful burgundy wig.
When the finished product was revealed to me I was completely speechless. Standing before the mirror was a gorgeous woman. It couldn't have been me. I refused to believe that an average man could be as attractive as a woman could. I could feel my cock grow and strain against the corset. It wasn't just the thought of me dressed as a woman- it was a combination of anticipation of Scott taking me as his "girl" and me exposing this new side of myself to Angel.
When they arrived I couldn't have been more excited. It didn't bother me a bit to answer the door dressed as I was. I wasn't ashamed; on the contrary I was proud of the way I looked. I could tell the moment Scott laid eyes on me I was right to be so prideful.
At first he didn't recognize me, actually he had to look twice. He laughed and then whispered something to Mary before he pushed right passed me and walked over to where Angel was standing.
Even though he was attempting to ridicule me I knew it wouldn't be long before he was fucking my mouth and pounding my ass.
I walked over to him and brushed my hand lightly against his ass and then moved right passed him and sat down on the sofa. If either Scott or Angel got off on ridiculing or humiliating me they would have to step it up a notch because I was beginning to feel immune to their attacks.
"You little fuck." Angel barked, "Who do you think you are?"
I believe my little tease attitude wasn't pleasing my mistress. I knew I would pay for that later.
"I've been dying for this all day." Angel moaned as she reached over to stroke Scott's cock through his jeans. Then she kind of melted in his arms. Again I felt my erection grow to its full five inches. I used all of my restraint to keep myself from pulling my little clit from my thong and stroking it.
Scott roughly grabbed her breast and pulled her closer to him. Through this I was surprised to see Mary sitting down next to me on the couch. "Are you okay?" She questioned.
I remember thinking that was a strange question to ask at a time like this. I just shrugged my shoulders and nodded yeah to her and then I stood up and politely excused myself by saying, "I need to freshen up."
"I didn't excuse you." Mistress barked at me as she let go of Scott. "If you wish to be excused you will ask."
I had almost forgotten I had given up complete control of myself to Angel. I lowered my head apologetically. "May I please be excused to the bathroom?" I questioned.
Angel scowled and moved over to where I was sitting and then smiled. "Hell no. You have already pissed me off twice since our friends arrived. Now you are going to have to just suffer. Maybe after today you will realize how pathetic you are and who is in charge."
"Please, Angel, please may I go to the bathroom. I really need to go."