This story contains adult fetish themes between consenting adults that may be upsetting for some readers. There are also scenes with vulgar language that some may find offensive. Please proceed with caution.
~ thank you for your patience ~
The sleek black towncar maneuvered through the downtown streets, the darkly tinted windows giving no hint to the passengers inside. One was very happy for the privacy it afforded. Fisher clutched Sophie's hand, nerves on edge, shallow breaths the order of the night due to the slimming waist cincher that bound him under his bodycon dress. Not that he could breathe normally if he wanted to, Sophie had seen to that. She had taken things to such an extreme today, granting him fantasy upon fantasy, forcing him with both will and words, smiling triumphantly as he succumbed to his every depraved desire. It had gotten to the point now that he did not know where his submissiveness ended and he began. His dress crept high on his thigh as he sat with his knees pressed painfully together, his ankles crossed demurely. They coasted to a stop and Sophie kissed him on the lips softly as the driver opened the door for them.
Fisher's long blond wig fluttered in the breeze as he exited the town car outside Wonderland, the heavy beats of house music resonating out into the street, muffling the footfalls of his skyhigh heels as he stepped up to the sidewalk. His dress clung to him, accentuating every feminized curve from his F cup breasts to his shapely round ass, his hourglass figure fooling most, if not all the onlookers. He sighed as he felt her slip her hand into his and they slipped into the VIP ropes, she leading him to the hulking bouncers at the door.
Sophie gave the bouncers their names, squeezing Fisher's hand when she called him Candi Glam, knowing it was not lost on him that a VIP reservation like this had to be made weeks in advance. He was too far under this spell of feminization now to question anything. He answered all her questions obediently and without fear as they were getting ready, explaining in great detail how it made him feel knowing the infinite possibilities that could transpire tonight. She brushed his hair out as he talked, confessing that he had always wanted to be treated like he had been today, blushing when she told him he was a natural sissy and that she would miss Candi tomorrow. He had volunteered then that Candi could come back and visit whenever she needed her to, but never without being asked. She loved this part of Fisher, loved that they could share this, loved how close she felt to him as she led him to their private VIP section at the edge of the dance floor, the five short steps up to the platform giving them a wide view of the entire club. They sat on the left side of twin L-shaped couches that framed doorway covered by an opaque curtain that glowed in slowly pulsating colors from where it parted slightly. Fisher tried to peer in but could only make out the outline of couches and little else.
"Cross your legs baby," Sophie instructed after the waitress left with their drink order. "Let everyone get a good look at those long sexy legs of yours..."
"Sorry Mistress," he apologized quickly, trying to ignore the pain that rose from his genitals as they were crushed between his thighs. His panties stretched tight across his ass, the tiny swatch of silky fabric threatening to expose his secret at any moment. He jumped when her hand fell on his bare thigh, every sensation magnified by the events of the day.
"Relax Candi," Sophie said with a laugh, dragging her fingers up to the hem of his dress, pushing it even further up his thigh. "You're going to be on display for more than just this dress before the night is done, and I love it that we're already turning heads. Look."
Fisher followed her gaze to the tables surrounding the dance floor and indeed several parties had at least one pair of eyes, if not more, staring right at them. He didn't have to hear the conversations to know what they were thinking. It was then that Sophie turned his face back towards her and pressed her lips to his, parting his full pink lips with her tongue. He melted into her, her hand creeping between his thighs, urging him to let her take him. His mouth opened and she devoured him sweetly until he moaned into her mouth.
"Someone is a little turned on," she said softly, smiling broadly at Fisher's blushing face.
He nodded in agreement, lowering his gaze as the waitress returned although she betrayed nothing about how close they were sitting or the kiss that had transpired only seconds earlier. Taking the shot glass offered him, Fisher held it tightly in his nervous fingers, the clear liquid vibrating gently while he tried to steel his nerves. Sophie clinked his glass against hers and then he poured the smooth liquid down his throat, the warmth of the tequila filling him almost instantly. Sophie offered him a cosmopolitan to sip, no lemon chaser for his Patron, and pulled him back into the deep leather couch, surveying the crowd as she spoke.
"Do you think they know what a dirty little slut you are, Candi?" she asked simply.
"Yes Mistress," he answered softly, a stirring between his thighs making him shift nervously in his seat. "I can't believe I'm here like this..."
"Better than you imagined?" Her eyes looked directly into his, waiting for his answer as his cheeks creased with a dreamy smile.
"Much better," he admitted. "These past two days, I... I don't know, it's like I feel, special in a way."
"You are special baby," Sophie said, her familiar malicious grin flashing in the sparkling club lights. "But it isn't enough to only LOOK the part you know?"
"Yes Mistress." Fisher's stomach tightened at reminder of what lay ahead of him, the partially clothed selfie of Chuck never far from his consciousness. Most of that was due to Sophie, telling him Chuck would like his dress, reminding him to call Chuck by his name or a pet name like he had done with the clerk at the shoe store, or asking him if he thought Chuck would like the way his new bra gave him immense cleavage. Of course he had agreed, answering every question in the affirmative, knowing she knew all his bimbo fantasies, and lying would only make things worse for him. However, one thing still made him nervous, and right on cue, Sophie reminded him of it yet again.
"You'll only be TRULY complete when you're holding Chuck's massive cock in your sissy bimbo fingers, making him cum while I watch, and then swallow all of it for everybody to see."
"Mistress... I'm nervous... what if..."
"What if, even that, isn't enough?" Sophie offered, sliding closer to him.
"Yes," he answered, head bowing, looking up at her through his heavily made up eyelashes.
"We both know it won't be," Sophie said, curling her finger under his chin and lifting his face. "Isn't that why you're wearing those adorable earrings? So you CAN get enough?"
Fisher nodded. With everything else going on he had completely forgotten about them. Large solid sterling silver, heart shaped hoop earrings hung from both ears, "Cum Slut" written in bold cursive letters adorned with pink crystals. Anybody with halfway decent eyesight could read it, as the earrings were nearly three inches wide. His face flushed as Sophie dragged her fingers underneath one, pulling it from beneath his long blond hair.
"It is amazing what you can find on the internet, don't you think?" Sophie said with a giggle.
Fisher could only nod, a familiar face moving through the crowd catching his attention and filling him with dread.
Catherine came bounding up the short flight of stairs towards them seconds later, threw her arms around Sophie and hugged her playfully, nearly lifting Sophie off the couch as they greeted each other.
Fisher stared at Catherine, every curve exactly as he remembered. Now, seeing her, wrapped tightly in a sleek and sexy black mesh minidress that exposed more than it covered, he swallowed hard as his body shuddered and throbbed anew. His eyes dragged down her long legs to her sky high pumps, then back up, the mesh of the dress running from the hem at the middle of her thick thighs up her sides until it formed the long sleeves. She cleared her throat, glaring at him and Fisher murmured an apology, lowering his eyes immediately.
"Well," Catherine said, "I gotta say Candi, you're even hotter in person."
"Thank you," Fisher said, blushing slightly as Sophie grabbed his hand.
"Stand up and gimmie a turn, you sexy little bitch," Catherine instructed. "I want to take you in."
Fisher stood and pirouetted slowly, turning on the balls of his feet, his stiletto heels centimeters above the floor.
"You look quite different from the last time I saw you," Catherine joked. "Its an improvement. But I bet you still have that naughty cock, don't you fucker?"
"I'm sorry Miss." Fisher slunk backward as Sophie's laughter ripped through him.
