Note: Yup. Fetish story. Don't like it, don't read it. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.
On with the depravity...
I slept late the next day, oddly enough. Couldn't have had anything to do with being utterly exhausted. Oh, wait. Yeah, it did. I was ready to crash after the shower, but Mistress Kay made me eat her pussy for an hour before she finally let me go to bed. And she made me wear a 3 inch butt plug all night. "To keep your sissy ass stretched out for the girls tomorrow."
I woke up around one in the afternoon. I ached all over. There was a note on the bedside table.
'Good afternoon, slave! Lunch is in the fridge. Take the Vicodin I left you and go soak in the shower. You may remove the butt plug to use the bathroom, but put it right back in. I'll be back around 4 to get you ready for tonight. Later ;)'
I staggered into the kitchen and grabbed a Coke and the sandwich Mistress left for me from the fridge, then downed the Vicodin. Mistress was a nurse. I didn't ask where she got the drugs from, but the Levitra and Vicodin certainly came in handy. By the time I finished lunch, I felt almost awake.
After taking care of business and reinserting the plug, I climbed in the shower and soaked until the water started to run cold. I dried off and pulled on a pair of panties and a tee shirt, then decided to get a few chores done.
The next two hours had me in a state of constant arousal. Between the butt plug and my mind wandering to the events of the last two weekends, and what was to come that night, I had trouble focusing on much of anything.
By the time Mistress arrived back, the Vicodin and the stretching routine I had done had most of the aches under control. She had several bags with her. "Stuff for tonight," she told me. "I got you several changes of clothes and lingerie. I don't really expect any of it to last through the night. Oh, and I got you this!" She pulled a wig out of one bag and plopped it on my head. She was grinning as she adjusted it. "Perfect! Go look in the mirror."
The wig was fairly realistic looking, the hair a nice shade of red and done up in pig-tails. In truth, were it not for my Adam's Apple, which isn't all that big, I looked like a girl. "See? I thought the red would go well with your green eyes." It did, actually. "I'm gonna have to look into getting you some falsies... Oh well. C'mon, into the bathroom!"
Once we were in the bathroom, I was ordered to strip and bend over. I did, and she immediately yanked the plug out of my ass, then slid the enema nozzle in. I have to say, it was difficult keeping the solution in after having my asshole stretched all night. As my bowels filled, Mistress smacked my ass. "Remind me to pack the spare enema bag. We'll probably need to clean you out again."
"Yes Mistress."
As I sat on the toilet, Mistress began giving me directions. "Now you remember my friend Lori, right?"
"Yes, Mistress." She and Lori had been friends since high school. They had discovered their bisexuality together, and had had many interesting adventures since. Lori was getting married, and intended to settle down, but for tonight and tomorrow, it was anything goes one last time.
"We'll be staying until tomorrow night. While we're there, she also owns you. You will refer to her as Mistress along with me. Whatever she says, you do. She already knows the rules and the safe word. And since it's Tracy's house, her too."
"Yes, Mistress."
She had me stand in the tub and slathered on hair removal cream, completely covering me from the neck down. She was tired of stubble burn, she said. I was fine with that, shaving every day was a hassle.
"There. Let that sit for a bit. I talked to her a while ago, there'll be at least thirty girls there tonight, maybe thirty-five. You're gonna service and get fucked by every one of them. From eight tonight until ten o'clock tomorrow night, anything goes." My eyes got a little big at that. 35 women, over a 26 hour period. It was a good thing I had Monday and Tuesday off. Holy shit.
Mistress finished with the hair removal and had me take a quick shower, then meet her in the bedroom. She had an outfit laid out for me. "Here, put the plug back in." I lubed it up and slid it home. She handed me some simple white cotton panties. The outfit was a fairly simple schoolgirl costume. Short plaid skirt, white button down shirt with a tie that matched the skirt, and simple white ankle socks. She produced a pair of black Mary Janes to complete the outfit.
After putting the wig back on and readjusting it, she had me go look in the full length mirror. I was surprised at how girlish I looked. Mistress was looking over my shoulder. "Wow. Some tits and lose the Adam's Apple, and you'd definitely pass as a girl."
As I stood there, I was seriously considering the tits part. I had become a sissy-slut, but part of me wanted to take it to the next level and actually get a boob job. It was a long standing internal battle between my true self and the part that didn't want to alienate my friends and family. I shook off the debate. Busy night ahead. Looking in the mirror, I could see Mistress Kay looking shrewdly back at me.
"Thinking about the boob job again, aren't you?"
