I had my turn last month. Tonight was her turn. And she fucked me. Oh god, had she fucked me. She fucked me and I came. I came from being fucked in my ass. But it wasn't my ass anymore, it was my pussy now. Her pussy. She was Mistress tonight and she owned me. Mistress had me shave all of my hair from the neck down. All of it. Everywhere. Then she dressed me in a garter belt, sheer stockings and bra, and fuck me pumps. The closed toe pointy kind, with no sides and ankle straps. And a pretty florescent blue pageboy wig. Then she fucked me. She fucked me with her strap-on and I came. The biggest come I've ever had. She didn't even touch my clit. I came from her fucking my pussy.
I sat on the bed, blindfolded, sipping white wine. She gave me white wine because it was more girly, more feminine. God help me, I did feel so feminine. And fuckable. I wanted more from her. She had gone to answer the door. But she had touched up my lipstick and blindfolded me first. Carefully, with the strap running under my pretty blue hair. She said she wanted my pretty blue hair free to flow with my movements. I thought I might know what was coming. I was nervous, but I wanted it. I was scared because I wanted it. Of what it meant that I wanted it.
"I'm back, baby." She trailed her fingers across me. Across my cock. "Mmm, you look so lovely sitting there in your classy lingerie and pretty blue hair, all made up, sipping your girly wine. So smooth and fuckable. You loved my cock, didn't you, baby, couldn't get enough. Moaning and begging me to fuck you harder. Fuck you faster. Fuck you deeper. I fucked your pussy and you came, baby, I made you a woman. You were a slut for my cock. Know what that makes you, baby? A cock slut. That's you, isn't it. My pretty little cock slut. Tell your Mistress who you are, baby. Go on, say it."
"I'm your cock slut, Mistress."
"That's right, baby. And you have to do what I say, don't you. Because it's my turn. That's the agreement, isn't it. Say it. I want to hear you say it."
"Tonight's your turn and I'll do what you say." I was so hard.
"That's a good girl. You know I love you, baby, and I wouldn't give you anything you didn't want. Anything you didn't need. You need to face it, accept it and embrace it, don't you, baby. And be a slut for me. You'll be a slut for me, won't you, baby. Tell me. Tell me what you'll be for me."
"I'll be a slut for you."
"Wonderful, baby. You won't be disappointed little cock slut. Did you guess why the doorbell rang? That's right, baby, I got some cock for you. I'm returning the favor you did for me last month. All that cock and pleasure. I know you want to, but you just need a little help to be brave enough. So I made you a woman, baby. I made you a woman and got some cock for you. That's what you really want, isn't it, deep down. Deep down inside of you. To take cock into your holes. I want to see you take cock, baby. And you have to do what I say. Isn't that right. Say it, baby."
I was anxious, yearning. She knew about my few fumbling bisexual experiences that amounted to barely more than mutual masturbation. I also told her how I got sucked off once in an adult bookstore once. We'd talked about our bisexual fantasies, a number of them. She loved the idea of a bisexual threesome and seeing me with another man. So all I had to do was accept my bisexuality. All I had to do was accept it and embrace it. God, she took me places. I took a deep breath.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress what, baby slut?"