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I knocked softly on the door, announcing my arrival with a gentle rapping. I heard the sound echo in the room close to my gaze. Waiting patiently, the sound of motion greeted my ears. The door opened and a lovely blonde woman with intelligent blue eyes
greeted me. She was my height,
wearing a pair of blue jeans and a comfortable white T-shirt. She looked confused as I stood on her doorstep, the warm Tennessee
sun shining down on my face.
“Princess?” I asked. I
knew I had the right address as I had compared it to the address I had
written down. My directions
were simple, show up here and obey.
Her confused look changed to a delightfully warm smile, “Dennis,”
she exclaimed happily. “So
glad you could make it. I was
just dressing Almus for his chores.” She stepped aside, “please, come in. There is so much to do.”
I crossed the threshold into a small foyer. A set of stairs climbed to the upper floor, small pictures climbing
along the wall, decorating the stairs. Princess led me past an opening that led into a formal dining room
where a large oak table with plush chairs sat, unused and lonely. We ventured deeper into the house, stopping in the living room.
I looked at the man standing rigid in the living room, his head
bowed.
“Dennis,” Princess said in her high voice, “this is Almus. Almus,” Princess turned to the demurely standing man,
“say hello.”
The man gripped the sides of the rubber skirt he was wearing, pulling
the slick material away from his hips, and dipping his right knee in a
polite curtsy, “Hello, Dennis,” he said, raising his eyes to look
nervously at me. He returned to
his standing position, his head bowed.
I nodded my head in greeting, “nice to meet you, Almus.” I looked
at the half nude man. The black
skirt was smoothed over nylon covered legs, and I could just make out the
clasp of a matching garter belt barely hidden beneath the shiny material of
his skirt. He was wearing a
thick black leather brassiere, and I could see that his breasts were
actually a dozen pairs of women’s panties stuffed tightly into the cups of
the bra.
Princess pointed to the floor at her feet, “sit.” She took control immediately, her voice dripping with power. She was accustomed to getting her way; in this house her word was
law. Without hesitation or
thinking I lowered myself into a crossed-leg sitting position at the point
on the thickly carpeted floor that she had indicated.
Princess took three steps to stand in front of Almus. “We need to finish getting you dressed,” she said, her tone
sounding like she was speaking to a child. She picked up a white blouse and handed it to Almus, “put this
on.”
Almus gripped the blouse like it was a live animal, holding it with
clasped fingers. He inhaled
noisily as he draped the blouse over his back, slowly sliding his arms into
the thin blouse. He began to
button the blouse, fumbling with the small buttons. He finished fastening the blouse together and then began tucking the
hanging ends into the waistband of his skirt. With the blouse on correctly, he hung his hands at his side.
Princess picked up a pair of high-heeled shoes and handed them to
Almus, “these too,” she commanded.
Almus took the proffered items and backed up a short distance to sit
on the couch. I was amazed as I
watched him smooth the fabric of his skirt with his hands as he sat. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew he did it, or was it so
ingrained into him now that the feminine act came as second nature?
Almus strapped the shoes to his feet. He stood, wobbled once and then was still. The three-inch heels worked on his calves, his legs looking
remarkable like a woman’s in the black nylon stockings and shoes.
Princess spoke to Almus, “fetch another wardrobe,” she turned to
look at me, “something feminine,” she said, returning her gaze to Almus.
Again he curtsied, his head nodding, the tip of his right shoe
lightly kicking the ground behind him and his left leg bending slightly at
the knee, “right away, Princess.” He
turned and left the room, his heels clicking loudly as he ascended the
stairs.
Turning to me, Princess commanded, “stand up and strip.”
Submissively I responded with my voice low, “yes, Princess.” I climbed to my feet and began kicking off my shoes. I set them gingerly aside and then pulled my socks off, balling them
up to place them within the open cavern of my discarded shoes. I unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them down with my underwear in one
deft motion. I stepped out of my jeans and then pulled my green shirt over
my head. I placed my clothes on
top of my shoes and then rose to stand naked in the cool room.
I looked out of the window that overlooked a small lake behind the
house. I could see two ducks
swimming happily, leaving a small wake rippling behind them. The warm day danced beautifully outside the window, soft white clouds
floating in the air like a soft feather floating on a breeze. I pulled my gaze from the serene scene to look into the
brilliant eyes of Princess as she stood watching me. She was smiling, looking at the flush color of my cheeks, as I stood
there naked, my hands clenched into nervous fists.
The sound of Almus descending the stairs pulled her gaze from me. He entered the room carrying a small pile of clothes. Princess directed him to place them on the chair that sat opposite
the couch. When he did she
commanded him to go back upstairs and clean the two bathrooms. He curtsied again and left with a soft, “yes, Princess.”
Princess began pulling the pile of clothes apart, handing me the
delicate fabrics one at a time. The
clothes were extremely feminine, soft colors and floral prints. She handed me a pair of pink thong panties with a delicate flutter
handing from the waistband and directed me to don them.
I stepped into them, sliding the panties up my legs slowly. I pulled on the elastic waistband, jockeying my hands to
position the panties on correctly on my hips. I gripped the globes of my ass and pulled them apart to seat the thin
strip of fabric between them. I
accepted the matching brassiere she handed me and pushed my arms through the
loops. I brought the lacy cups
together, clasping the bra in the center of my chest.
Princess handed me a white garter belt, which I affixed around my
waist, the thin straps hanging down and brushing my legs. She handed me a pair of white stockings and commanded me with a soft
smile to put them on. I bunched
the stockings individually into tight balls and sticking my feet into the
ends I pulled them up my legs. I
attached each of the stockings to the two straps of the garter belt, the
taut pull of the garter straps feeling erotic on my naked thighs.
Princess pulled eight pairs of panties from the pile, stuffing my bra
with the soft fabric. She
padded my bra, shaping the panties into a semblance of roundness. She grabbed the last piece of clothing, a simple white sundress with
red roses and green stems printed on the dress. She handed it to me and I pulled the dress over my head. It hung loosely, a little large for me. It probably belonged to Almus and as he was a little larger then I,
it was a tad big, hanging to my knees.
I spun around per Princess’ command, the dress swirling like a top
as I made two circles on the carpet. She
handed me a pair of white high-heeled shoes. The heels were short, no more than two inches. I sat as Almus had and donned the shoes. Princess had me practice walking in them, my ankles flexing
painfully as I tried to balance my weight in the uncomfortable shoes.
“The vacuum is in the hall closet,” she told me, pointing down
the hallway that led to the front door, “vacuum the living room, and when
you are done vacuum the stairs and the upstairs hallway. When you are done, come find me in the master bedroom, upstairs at
the end of the hall.”
“Yes, princess,” I replied.
“Curtsey,” she told me, “when you are wearing a dress, you will
curtsey when I give you a command. Do you understand?”
I curtseyed, kicking my foot behind me and wobbling unsteadily,
“yes, princess,” I repeated.
“Good,” she replied, leaving me to my chores.
I slowly walked to the closet she had indicated and pulled the vacuum
cleaner from its dark embrace. I
wobbled back to the living room and began cleaning the carpet, the shrill
cry of the vacuum breaking the silence of the room. I worked my way around the room, dragging the furniture away from its
normal resting-place to vacuum under the furniture before returning the
displaced pieces back to their normal positions. I finished the living room and then carried the vacuum on unsteady
legs to the stairwell.
I vacuumed each stair, struggling with the heels as I climbed higher. I worked my way up the stairs, finishing with the short hallway at
the top of the stairs. I returned the vacuum to its cubbyhole and then reclimbed the
stairs as Princess had directed.
I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it when Princess called out,
“come in, Dennis.”
I opened the door and walked unsteadily into the room. Almus was standing at the foot of the bed, his blouse a pile
on the floor, as was his brassiere and pile of panties that had served as
his breasts. On his chest a set
of vibrating nipple clamps were pinching his nipples, the off white beads
buzzing madly, cruelly teasing his pink nipples. He was wearing a blindfold, the sites of the room cut off from his
gaze.
Princess was holding another blindfold and she offered it to me,
“put this on.”
I curtseyed an awkward pose and replied, “yes, princess.” I took the blindfold and tied it tightly around my head. With my
sight gone I swallowed nervously, unsure of what was going to happen, a
feeling of trepidation climbing into my conscious thoughts.
Princess escorted me to the foot of the bed to stand next to Almus. She spun me around and pushed on my back forcing me to bend at the
waist. She directed me to put
my hands on the bed, and I complied silently. I was bent over, my hands gripping the thick comforter that adorned
the bed, the sundress pulled taut over my prominently displayed ass.
I felt the bed shift as she directed Almus to take the same pose as
me. Her lilting voice broke the
silence. “It seems to me,”
she said, “that if you two are going to dress as women, then you should
play the part.”
I pondered her thought, listening as she began undressing. I could not see her, could not see as she removed her jeans and
panties only to pull on a large strap-on dildo attached tightly with the
comforting embrace of a leather harness. She pulled her T-shirt over her head. She climbed onto the bed; I could feel the bed give under her weight.
“Lower your head, Almus,” she commanded and he did. Princess fed Almus her cock, watching intently as he lowered his
mouth to take the large rubber shaft into his mouth. “Suck my cock,” she hissed excitedly.
The bed rocked as Almus obeyed, swallowing the shaft standing proudly
from Princess’ naked hips. I
understood her comment then; her cryptic statement of looking and acting
like women slapping me full force. Men
expected their women to accept their cock and now Princess expects and
demands the same.
Almus sucked at the dildo, pulling the rubber intruder deep into his
mouth. He moaned throatily,
enjoying his task. The nipple
clamps were still pinching his nipples, the vibrations shaking his nipples
painfully.
I felt the bed shift as Princess positioned the cock in front of my
prostrate body, “suck my cock, Dennis,” she breathed excitedly.
I lowered my head and Princes guided the cock into my open mouth. The slick rubber cock slipped past my lips, and I formed my lips
around the thick shaft. I
bobbed my head, sucking on the cock, my saliva mixing with the wet trail
Almus had left on the artificial cock. My head lifted, the cock sliding from my taut lips and back down, the
shaft slipping into my mouth. Princess
continued to feed me her cock, my head rising and falling as the cock
slipped deeply into my mouth. Princess
lifted her hips and I coughed involuntarily as the dildo tickled the back of
my throat.
The bed shifted as Princess climbed off the top mattress. I felt her lift my sundress over my ass. She pulled down my thong panties, baring my ass to her cock. “I am going to fuck you,” she hissed.
She pushed the head of the dildo against the puckered ring of my
anus. With a powerful lunge she
shoved the dildo into my ass, my saliva, mingled with Almus’ providing the
lubrication. The dildo sank
into my ass until I felt the warm skin of Princess’ thighs rub against my
nylon-clad body.
She began to thrust the dildo into my ass and slipping it out with
rapid tugs. Her thighs slapped
against mine loudly and I grunted at the discomfort of the large cock
filling my ass. She continued
to thrust into me, fucking me with reckless abandon. With my eyes useless, I could only focus on the feeling of my ass
gripping the cock and of the fullness I felt with the rubber phallus
invading my bowels.
Almus pulled my mind off of the sensations of the cock thrusting into
my ass with a soulful whimper, “fuck me.” His voice was weak, barely
heard above my grunts and the thick moans that escaped Princess’ lips.
Again he squeaked, louder, “please, fuck me. Fuck your bitch. Please. Please…” his voice trailed off.
“What was that?” Princess taunted Almus, her thrusting paused
while she listened to Almus beg.
“Please fuck me. I am
your bitch. Please fuck your
bitch.” He stopped speaking,
the sound of the nipple clamps buzzing replacing his voice.
Princess pulled her cock from my ass, “why didn’t you say so in
the first place,” she teased, “all you had to do was ask.”
I was surprised to find that I felt empty when she slipped the cock
from my ass. My head hung
limply, my hands gripping the comforter tightly.
Princess yanked the short skirt that Almus was wearing over his hips. She tugged his panties down his thighs until they hobbled him by
gripping his knees tightly. Princess
crossed the room and used a towel to clean the dildo. She squirted a healthy dollop of lubricant on the rubber shaft before
returning to stand behind Almus. “Are
you sure you want it?” she taunted.
“Pleeeaaassseeee,” he whined, his voice tight with need.
Princess sank the cock into his ass with one long lunge. With powerful thrusts she began fucking Almus rapidly, her
hips pistoning with hard thrusts. She
fucked Almus furiously, shoving the cock into his ass until her thighs
slapped against his, only to pull out until the round head was teasing his
anus. Over and over she thrust
into him, the base of the dildo massaging her naked sex. She was moaning in pleasure as the flat base of the artificial cock
stroked her sex with the same animal intensity that she drove the dildo into
Almus’ ass.
Almus sang out his need, his voice squeaking loudly, “harder,” he
shouted into the room. “Fuck
me harder.”
Princess obliged and began pounding the cock into her slave’s ass
with powerful thrusts. She
pushed into him, driving his locked hands into the bed, his body collapsing
against the mattress. He
propped himself up, and Princess continued to pound into his ass. She reached around and gripped the nipple clamps. With a quick tug she pulled them off of his nipples.
Almus hissed in pain, sucking in a deep breath. “Shit,” he squawked loudly, his breathing heavy, his lungs
hitching with his breaths. The
buzzing continued, the clamps no longer adorning Almus’ nipples, instead
they vibrated on the bed uselessly.
Princess rocked the cock into his ass and then back out, fucking him
with strong thrusts. The bed
moved with the force of their fucking. My
ankles hurt from supporting my weight in the foreign shoes and my arms
burned from shifting to ease the discomfort of my feet.
Almus moaned, “you’re fucking me. You’re fucking your bitch. Thank you,” he breathed, “thank you
for fucking your bitch. Oh,
God, thank you for fucking me hard.”
Princess shouted loudly, her hips pausing with the cock buried deep
with Almus’ ass. Her body
tensed, her nipples standing taut as the massaging her pussy received from
the dildo finally drove her over the precipice. She came loudly, her shouts filling the room. Her voice mingled with that of her shouting slave, echoing in the
small room.
I listened to Princess come, listening to her heated breath slipping
past her parted lips. I could
hear the excitement Almus’ voice as he thanked Princess for ravaging his
ass. From my lips a soft sound
emerged, “fuck me,” I whispered, longing to feel the cock once again
buried in my ass, aching to feel the pleasure that Almus received from his
fucking, and yearning to please Princess as Almus had just done. My voice surprised me, I had not expected to ask to be fucked by a
dildo, “please.”
Princess pulled her cock out of Almus and walked around to stand
beside me. She bent forward and
whispered in my ear, “I will. Before
you leave, believe me, I will.”
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