Part 6: If I Could Turn Back Time...

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

I had been feminized for the summer by Kat and Lisa-Mae, given breast implants, a voice-altering collar to sound more feminine (still no idea how it works), and a large wardrobe of sexy women's clothing. Nobody else I knew would know a single thing about it, since the three of us were staying at Kat's father's secluded summer house in the country.

To earn money, instead of the usual summer jobs I was now working as a promotional model with the girls. My first job had also introduced me to Kat's ex, the sultry Tina, and the three of them got this funny mood in the afternoon which I simply couldn't fathom. There was a bizarre tension between them, and I felt left out, like a huge secret was being kept from me.

Lisa-Mae seemed concerned (for me), Kat pensive and worried, and Tina... I don't know, satisfied or determined, I guess. I really wanted to know what the hell was going on, but was too afraid to ask.

Back home that evening, Kat's mood hadn't changed. Lisa-Mae seemed a little cheerier, but I decided it would be best if I prepared dinner in as low-key a manner as possible.

"We're just going to have a chill-out evening," said Lisa-Mae, "I think Kat has a lot on her mind right now."

"Is this because of Tina?" I asked.

"Well, Tina is the one who gave her something to think about. Apart from that, don't worry. Whatever happens, you'll be okay."

I nodded silently.

Lisa-Mae kissed me on the cheek.

"We love you too," she said, and scampered off down the hall.

After I finished, Kat announced that we would try on our new thong swimsuits, bought the previous week.

I was both dreading and looking forward to wearing these; they covered my ample bust, but were cut so high up the hip, they kept my sides naked up to my ribs. The thongs were so tight, it was like the most extreme wedgies one could hope to experience. After my nuts were squeezed and my penis ticked away, the tightness was either a throbbing ache or a floss for my lower body depending on how I moved or sat.

	"I was both dreading and looking forward to wearing these."

The three of us looked great, though: pert breasts, vulnerable buttocks and knowing smiles. Lisa-Mae wore a gold swimsuit, and stood twitching her buttocks. Kat, in metallic blue, regarded us both intently with her hands on her hips. They both looked... ravishing. Perhaps Kat saw the lusty hunger in my eyes. She caught my gaze, and smiled shyly: something I hadn't seen before.

"It's a pleasant evening," she said, "why don't we catch the last of the sun on the roof and read for a bit? We can warm ourselves up in the pool afterwards."

Lisa-Mae and I cheerfully agreed. I wasn't sure what reading material I would be allowed. Entertainments had been somewhat limited for me thus far. Apart from ogling the girls, and watching exercise videos in the lounge, I hadn't been allowed much in the way of diversions; they had both done a good job of engaging me in other activities. All I had so far were women's interest magazines.

We headed up to the roof and lay facing the sun sinking in the west. I picked up one of the magazines Kat brought. There was a selection of titles, dealing with fashion, celebrity gossip and... one with articles on sex tips for teens, dated a few years previously.

I settled back and started flicking through it. I studied the photos of fashion models and girls in leotards doing yoga, or engaging in various keep-fit exercises. I turned to the section entitled 'How to make your guy BEG for more', justifying it to myself as finding out what 'the other side' were told about men.

There was a position of the week, in which a cartoon depicted the moves and poses required to achieve pleasure. There was a long full-page article on men's erogenous zones and how to 'drive him INSANE!"

I imagined Lisa-Mae and Kat trying some of these things on me, and got uncomfortably horny. I looked around guiltily and saw Kat regarding me from her lounger. She grinned shyly and bit her lip. I think she knew I was getting turned on, and smiled wickedly as I crossed my legs, hoping to hide my penis stiffening along my gusset. I looked down, and saw that my nipples were attempting to bust through the shiny black fabric of my swimsuit.

"Maybe we ought to head down now," Kat suggested innocently.

"I could use a swim," agreed Lisa-Mae. I carefully stood up, hoping I wouldn't dislodge my backward-pointing erection.

Kat was the first downstairs, and I held Lisa-Mae back a second.

"What's going on with her?" I asked.

	"What's going on with her?"

"I couldn't say," Lisa-Mae replied.

"She just seems really apprehensive about something, that's all."

"I'm sure it'll pass."

We proceeded downstairs back inside. Kat handed Lisa-Mae and I a towel each. Lisa-Mae led the way towards the pool. We tossed our towels on the chairs at the poolside. I stared at Lisa-Mae's ass, her cheeks happily wobbling freely as he padded over to the edge and dropped into the water.

I was about to join her, when I felt Kat's iron grip on my arm.

"Come with me," she ordered.

I wondered what the hell was going to happen next. I followed her, trying to be as casual as possible. We passed the door to her dungeon (thank goodness, nothing to do with that, I thought), the toilet (again, I was thankful it had nothing to do with me being caught masturbating; I hadn't had an orgasm for over a week, now, and didn't want to jeopardize the chances of having another).

Kat led me into my bedroom, and closed the door.

"Strip," she said, looking almost sick with worry.

I was a little dumbfounded, but did as she ordered. She swallowed hard and gathered the bonds at the corner of my bed.

"Lie down," she ordered. I was naked, wearing only the voice-changing collar. I kept my hands over my crotch, and squeezed my legs together to trap my penis. I moved reluctantly, but my erection sprang out from hiding.

Kat seemed to ignore it as she straddled my waist and secured my wrists to the corners of the bed. She leaned down, her head nose-to-nose with mine. Her eyes bore into me for a moment.

With a wild, panicky look on her face, she said, "You will tell no-one about this. It never happened."

I nodded, dumbfounded. What was she going to do?

"And don't you dare cum," she added with a trembling voice.

Before I knew it, she put a hand around the shaft of my penis and licked the head. The sensation was electrifying.

"Oh God," I whimpered in my girly voice.

"I whimpered in my girly voice."

I felt her lips kiss the head, then slide down over it. The warm, moist feeling was almost too much for me. I continued moaning in girly ecstasy.

She bobbed her head along my erection, slipping her tongue along every curve. I tried bucking my hips to the rhythm. She slapped my belly.

"Don't move," she said, "and do not cum, or I'll see to it that you won't cum again!"

I swallowed hard this time, and remained stock still as she licked, slurped and sucked, her hair trailing across my abdomen and delighting my senses even further.

It was too much.

"Oh God," I said, hoping my exclamation would be enough of a warning for her to stop, "Please! No! Oh Jesus!"

My toes curled and my legs became rigid with the effort I put in to avoid ejaculating. There was no stopping it, though.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out and orgasmed. I bucked my hips, shunting my penis deep into her mouth. The ripples of pleasure in my genitals continued, as I felt what must have been streams of semen shooting out.

"Oh...." I subsided, my mind blown by extreme physical pleasure. When I recovered, I remembered Kat's stern warning.

"Oh my God!" I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She sat up, a look of disgust and fury in her face.

"You will be," she said. White semen dripped off her chin and trickled onto her breasts. Part of me was secretly thrilled, but I had to keep apologizing and hope to win her favor back. Was it really my fault, though?

She unfastened my wrists and ordered me to put my swimsuit back on.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I had no control over it; it was a natural reaction..."

"I warned you," she snapped, "I warned you not to and now I'm going to make sure you never cum again!"

I had visions of being given 'THE operation', against my will.

"Follow me," she ordered.

I meekly hurried after her as she strode through the house back to the pool. What was going on? We reached the pool, where Lisa-Mae was swimming lengths, currently underwater.

	"I warned you..."

"Sit," Kat snapped. I sat in a chair, miserably helpless as Lisa-Mae emerged from the pool, dripping wet, staring at the spots of cum on Kat's bust.

"Lisa-Mae will keep you company while I make some preparations," Kat said and strode out of the pool.

"What happened?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"Um... um... I'm not allowed to say," I said, too frightened to contemplate what might occur next.

Lisa-Mae looked confused for a moment, then realization dawned.

"Tina!" she exclaimed, "Kat is going along with Tina's deal!" She laughed and giggled.

"I can't believe it!"

"What can't you believe?" I asked.

"Don't worry; you'll be fine," Lisa-Mae smirked.

"Kat said she'd make sure I didn't cum again," I told her.

"Don't worry about that, either," Lisa-Mae reassured me, "you'll be perfectly safe."

"What's going to happen?"

"I guess you'll find out as soon as Kat is ready," Lisa-Mae replied.

"Let's do it," said Kat, re-emerging from the corridor. Lisa-Mae led me down to her dungeon, steadying me down the stairs. My heart pounded as I worried about what might happen next.

A chain with two cuffs dangled from the ceiling. No toys or torture devices looked as though they were to be used. In the cold, goosebumps formed on my still-damp skin. My nipples hardened, my penis shrank and by testicles retracted. I could see Kat and Lisa-Mae's nipples through their swimsuits as well.

"Take that off," Kat ordered, pointing at my swimsuit.

I peeled it off again and stood naked, shivering before them. Lisa-Mae fastened the cuffs around my wrists.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked.

"For what?" I replied. Kat pressed a button on the wall, and the cords attached to my wrists slowly tightened and pulled my arms upwards and outwards. Thankfully, they stopped just before my arms couldn't get pulled any straighter. I was unable to move. My boobs stood out from my chest, totally exposed.

"What you did was disgusting," said Kat, "I don't think you really understand how you made me feel just then."

But, you're the one who tied me down and sucked me off, I wanted to say, it's not like I had a choice! Given her current mood, I thought better of it. I could only stand and stare somberly back at Kat.

"You have abused our friendship, and I don't know if you can make it up to me," she said.

Lisa-Mae brought a couple of cords across the floor from opposite walls, and fastened two more cuffs around my ankles and made sure they were secure. I shuddered in the cold again.

"I'm very tempted to go ahead and place your little portfolio on the internet for all to see," she said, "Everything, including your modeling job today."

I was near panic.

"Please! No!" I gasped.

"What are you willing to do to make it up to me?" Kat asked.

I swallowed nervously again, staring with frightened eyes at her.

"Whatever I have to?" I asked.

"Do you mean that?" she asked, "Do you really mean that?"

"I want to make it up to you!" I said, "Please, let me make it up to you! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it!"

"Are you willing to forget about... that?" she asked, glancing down at my shriveled penis, "Completely and utterly?"

I gulped again.

"Are you willing to have it ignored for the rest of your stay? To never become stiff and erect in my house again?"

I thought of the alternative - having potentially everyone I knew find out what the girls had been up to with me.

"I think I can do that," I said.

"Good," she replied, and nodded at Lisa-Mae, standing by a control box on the wall. This seemed to be the signal for her to hit another button that pulled on the cords attached to my ankles. My feet jerked and slid away from each other across the floor. Lisa-Mae winked and blew me a silent kiss.

I was worried that I might lose my balance, but the cords were taught enough to prevent me from swaying in any direction. I was secure in a spread-eagled 'X' position, my limbs stretched as far as they could go.

"I want to be able to watch this again, at my leisure," said Kat. I heard the clink of metal equipment behind me.

Lisa-Mae set up a tripod in front of me. She placed Kat's digital camera on it, and checked the image on the display screen.

I felt utterly helpless. I wondered what they would do.

"She looks so vulnerable, doesn't she?" said Lisa-Mae with an impish smile, "And so small!"

I was now acutely aware of my cold, flaccid penis, probably resembling a cocktail sausage by now.

"She's about to get smaller," said Kat, raising a riding crop in one hand, "Do you think I should punish you?" she asked.

I nervously chewed my lip. Perhaps this was all that was going to happen to me? A spanking? I could cope with that.

"Yes," I said.

"I can cause you quite a lot of pain," she said, twirling the crop between her fingers, "Are you sure?"

Unable to shrug, I shook my head in wide-eyed fear.

"What would you prefer - that I whip you with this, or that I download everything onto the internet?"

"Um, whipping," I whispered.

"Say please, then," she said.

"Please, I want the whipping," I said quietly.

"Beg. Make sure Lisa-Mae can hear you."

I saw Lisa-Mae smirking at the camera's screen. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Please whip me," I said, a little louder.

"Beg properly!"

She held the crop so that it stroked my chin. I swallowed.

"Please, Kat, I deserve to be whipped," I said, hoping I sounded earnest enough for her, "I'm begging you to whip me with your riding crop."

"How many times do you want to be whipped?"

I froze up.

"How many times?"

"Um... six?"

"Please whip me."

Kat stepped behind me. Lisa-Mae tittered at my discomfort. The tension was unbearable, waiting for the first stroke to descend with a sharp, fleshy 'CRACK'!

I swallowed and looked around me. I still couldn't see her.

Slap! The first stroke sent pain through my right cheek, making me gasp.

Slap! The second hit my left and made me cry out.

Slap! The third swatted upwards between my legs, stinging my anus, making me clench and flinch, squealing with the nipping pain.

Slap! The fourth, landed on my right cheek again, and I squealed like a girl.

Slap! The fifth, on my left again, brought tears to my eyes.

Slap! The sixth and final was another upward stroke that hit close to the back of my scrotum. I cried out again, my weak arms shivering more vigorously.

"Aw, poor baby!" said Lisa-Mae, giving me a sympathetic face.

"Now then," said Kat, placing the crop back, "You may have been punished, but you haven't fully learned what it is to live as a woman, have you? You still don't get it when we tell you you're a girl, do you?"

I remained silent; whatever answer I gave was sure to be wrong.

"Well, I'm going to take steps to ensure that whatever traces of manliness you think you still have will be rendered... impotent."

I swallowed nervously.

"You won't cum again for a very long time," she announced, and brought out a metal object for me to inspect. It took a few moments to realize what it was. My chastisement would be literal, it seemed - it was a small, downward-curving, metal tube.

Lisa-Mae took it and a small, single handcuff-like device and knelt in front of me.

"With this, perhaps we can finally turn you into a proper woman," Kat continued, as Lisa-Mae maneuvered my penis into the tiny metal sheath.

"Just think," said Kat, "for all practical purposes, you no longer have a functional male sexual organ. You're taking your first steps towards real femininity!"

	"My chastisement would be literal."

Lisa-Mae fastened the cuff around my scrotum and locked it to the tube with a pin.

"There!" she said.

I stared in horror at the metal on my crotch, tiny pink flesh peeping through. I was suddenly glad I came when I did. I hoped that ejaculating into Kat's mouth was worth the price I had to pay.

"Have anything to say for yourself?" asked Kat.

I was too confused and emotional to speak.

"Never mind, while Lisa-Mae and I figure out what else we're going to do with you, I think you should stand here and get used to yourself," Kat said, and stroked one of my breasts, "it's a going to be a long summer, but we can still make it a fun one. Just remember, you're one of the girls." As if to remind me, she pinched a nipple. I gasped with shock.

"You're so sensitive," said Lisa-Mae, "Good!" She reached out, and cupped both of my breasts with her hands, the tingling sensations as she stroked and caressed them making me breathe harder and deeper.

"Oh," I moaned.

Together, they stroked my body, their hands lingering over my inner thighs, crotch and breasts, breathing warmth over my bare skin. My penis started to swell, tightening within the metal tube.

"Oh, please!" I begged her, "I'm starting to get hard!"

"No you're not," said Kat, "there's nothing happening down there at all."

Finally, Lisa-Mae leaned over, flicked her tongue over my nipples, causing a rush of excitement in my brain as they hardened. Kat blew cold air over them, making them protrude like bullets.

"I am absolutely certain you're going to enjoy being a complete girl," she said with her toothy grin.

Lisa-Mae switched off the camera and took it off the tripod.

Kat went into one corner and brought out a full-length mirror and placed into right in front of me.

I looked like a highly aroused little blond girl. Looking at my reflection, almost nothing but female in form, I realized that I wanted to fuck its brains out. It was highly appealing: a bound and helpless slave girl! I glanced down at the metal chastity tube.

Of course, I was that girl...just about.

"Well, why don't we go back to the pool, then?" said Kat, and picked my swimsuit off the floor, stepping over the cords on the way to the stairs. Lisa-Mae quickly kissed me on the lips with a look of almost drunken lust in her eyes. She fondled my boobs, giving me shivers of ecstasy, leaving me quite breathless. As she stepped past me, she spanked my backside again, and turned to wink at me in the mirror. Seeing her flirting with me in her sexy swimwear, I was burning with frustrated desire.

I heard them both clomp upstairs in their heels and disappear down the corridor.

I looked at myself in the mirror, studying my exposed, spread-eagled form. I looked like my own fantasy girl. I felt like my own fantasy girl. I wished I had two bodies, just so I could fully enjoy what they had turned me into. Looking at the small chastity tube I now had clamped to my genitals, I wondered if I was going to be allowed any sort of enjoyment again.

I so wanted to touch myself and find release, but my arms were kept safely out of reach. Damn it. Once my attention focused on my arms, I realized how tired they were getting. Then I remembered my legs were getting sore too. I had no idea how long Lisa-Mae and Kat might take, and suddenly my bondage didn't seem like fun any more; it was becoming a little tiresome. As circulation in my arms declined, they started to feel a bit cold and numb.

Fortunately, that was when I heard the sound of their footsteps returning, clomp-clomping down the stairs. Looking in the mirror, I saw flashes of more flesh than I expected. My interest was immediately piqued.

They both wore skimpy thong bikinis. Kat moved the mirror away as Lisa-Mae re-attached the camera to the tripod.

"Do you like what you see?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Say, 'Yes, mistress'," Kat ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I hastily amended, "I like what I see, mistress."

"Tell us what you see," said Kat.

"Um..." I chewed my lip, "two really sexy girls... mistress?"

"Describe what you see."

"Uh... uh... You're both wearing bikinis, mistress..."

"Go on."

"And I really like seeing you wearing them, mistress."

"Have you ever seen men wearing clothes like these?"

I wondered about comedies and films like 'Rocky Horror', but decided that it would be simpler to say, "No, mistress."

"Do we have body hair?"

"No, mistress."

"Do we have breasts?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Big breasts?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Can you see penises on either of us?"

"No, mistress!"

"Do we get erections when we are horny?"

"No, mistress!"

"Do all of these things describe a girl, then?"

"Um... yes, mistress?"

"Describe yourself," said Lisa-Mae, almost whispering the words in my ear, "Do you have any body hair?"

"No, mistress."

"Big breasts?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Can you see a penis down there?"

I looked down at my crotch, now secured under the chastity belt.

"No, mistress."

"Do you get an erection when you're excited?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"No, mistress."

"Would a man wear what you are wearing?"

I could see where this was going.

"No, mistress," I replied.

"Would you say you were more like a man or a woman?" asked Kat, "Compare yourself with us, and tell us if you are a man or a woman."

"A woman, mistress," I mumbled, defeated.

"Say it again, clearly," she demanded.

"I am more like a woman than a man, mistress," I said.

"You are a woman, aren't you? Physically and sexually."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good girl!" Lisa-Mae told me, patting my crotch.

"Are you gay or straight?" asked Kat.

"Straight, mistress," I replied.

"Really?" said Lisa-Mae.

"Yes, mistress. I am straight."

"Are you a virgin?" Kat asked.

"No, mistress," I replied.

"So you have slept with a man, then?" she said.

"What was he like?" asked Lisa-Mae, "What was it like to have a man cum inside you?"

"I've never slept with a man... mistress," I said.

"But you said you were a straight girl, and you weren't a virgin," said Kat, "That means you must have slept with a man. Or were you lying to us?"

I tried to think of some answer that would appease her.

"Are you a girl?" she snapped.

"Yes!"

"Are you straight?"

"Uh... yes!"

"Have you slept with a man?"

"No!"

"Then you must be a virgin!" Lisa-Mae chimed in.

"You lied about having slept with a man!" said Kat, "Perhaps you need a little painful reminder of what happens when you offend me, like that?"

"I'm sorry," I blurted, "I didn't mean..."

Lisa-Mae started sucking my nipples, as though she were giving them hickeys. I gasped with shock and excitement.

She blew on them again, making my nipples stand out.

Kat appeared before me with two nipple-clamps held together by a chain.

I could only stand, bound and helpless, as she clamped them on my breasts.

"You'll get used to them," said Lisa-Mae, playfully pulling the chain with her little finger. Each tug aroused my senses.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. It was all getting too much.

"Do you want to have sex with us?" asked Kat.

I wondered if this was a trick question. They both knew I did. But I also apparently claimed to be a straight girl.

"Yes, mistress," I said at last. Lisa-Mae tapped my chastity tube.

"It's going to be a long time until you have your next orgasm, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress."

"Do you want me to try to make love to you until you come?" she asked.

"Uh..." well, that came out of the blue, I thought, "Yes mistress."

"Would you rather go down on a hard cock?" asked Kat.

"No, mistress!"

"Wouldn't you like to suck a cock? Feel it thrusting in and out of your mouth?"

"No, mistress!"

"You would rather that Lisa-Mae has sex with you, than you sucking a penis, is that right?"

"Yes, mistress!"

"All right, what if I said that the only way I would allow Lisa-Mae to have sex with you was if you went down on an erect dick? Would you still want to have sex with her?"

"How far do you want to go for me?" Lisa-Mae asked, putting on her 'come hither' face, batting her eyelashes at me.

"Um...um..." I was caught. I had no idea how to answer.

"What if I told you that you've already sucked this dick?" asked Kat, "Would that make it easier?"

At once, I realized she was referring to a dildo. I sighed with relief. I could do that, I thought.

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

"Very well, let's head upstairs where we can be comfortable," she said.

Kat removed my bonds and dropped them around my ankles. She unfastened my wrists, but left the cuffs on. Lisa-Mae unlocked the chastity cuff around my scrotum, but kept the tube on my penis.

"Let's get you into something more... fun," said Kat, presenting me with a thin nylon garment.

Lisa-Mae helped me step into it and slid it up my body. It was a cupless nylon playsuit which helped keep my chastised penis tucked out of sight. And which left my nipple-clamped breasts exposed.

Lisa-Mae squeezed my balls out of sight again, allowing me to fully resemble a hot bondage babe.

"Take the camera up to the lounge," Kat said to Lisa-Mae. Lisa-Mae, in her bikini, led me back upstairs.

"I think you made the right choice, agreeing to let me have sex with you," Lisa-Mae told me.

"You're worth it," I replied with a big grin.

In the lounge, Lisa-Mae glanced over my shoulder to make sure Kat wasn't about to interrupt, and pressed herself against me, gliding her hands all over my body as she brought her mouth to mine, and gave me a deep, loving, wet kiss. My shackled penis throbbed and twitched to no avail.

Lisa-Mae set up the camera opposite the sofa and invited me to sit back for a moment, which I did, gratefully. Lisa-Mae filmed me feeling slightly ill at ease as I sat.

It was over all too soon, though.

Kat returned, wearing a harness on her hips with an impressive and intimidatingly realistic dildo protruding from it. Suspiciously, her hands were behind her back.

"Kneel down with your hands on your head," she told me, "and keep your eyes facing front!"

	"Kneel down... eyes facing front!"

          

               

     

I did as she instructed, but it was hard not to glance at the shiny rubber cock swaying from her crotch.

"Legs apart," she said.

There was some activity behind me; presumably Lisa-Mae removing her own bikini. Kat fastened a strap around each of my thighs, buckling them tight. Next, she took my arms and secured my wrists to my thighs.

"Perfect!" she beamed, "Are you still sure to make love to Lisa-Mae, now?"

"Yes... mistress," I replied.

"Very well, then," she said as she removed the nipple clamps.

"She's ready for you," she told me, "Lisa-Mae, why don't you show him?"

Lisa-Mae strode into view. My heart sank.

Lisa-Mae was wearing a slightly smaller, but carefully streamlined, probing dildo. I had a feeling I knew what it was for.

 

                    

                

"I'm going to try to make you cum."

    

      

       

"I'm going to make love to you," Lisa-Mae told me, "and I'm going to try to make you cum. Your G-spot is in your rectum, and there's only one way to get to it!"

I could feel my heart beat in my throat, every pulse seeming to constrict my neck.

"Let's get you comfortable, shall we?" said Kat, guiding me over to the sofa. I knelt on the cushions facing one of the armrests.

"Kiss me for luck," Lisa-Mae whispered, proffering the dildo towards me.

I kissed the tip and closed my eyes, apprehensive at what was about to happen.

     

 

        

         

           

 

 

	"Kiss me for luck."

"Bend over bit more," Kat advised as Lisa-Mae maneuvered herself behind me, "Rest your collarbone on the cushion of the armrest."

My head dangled over the edge of the sofa. Behind me, I heard a squishing, slurping sound, which I took to be Lisa-Mae applying lubricant to the dildo. With my legs apart and my arms unable to move, I felt more vulnerable than ever before. My anus tightened.

"Don't worry," said Lisa-Mae, rubbing my buttocks with her hands. For some time, she continued making soothing, cooing noises and repeating a reassuring mantra of "It's okay... it's okay..."

Eventually, I gave up being tense. She was going to penetrate me at some point, wasn't she?

The weight shifted on the cushion behind me and I knew she was about to do it; as soon as I had that thought, I felt a persistent pressure against my anus. She didn't force herself in, but slowly rocked backwards and forwards, until I became accustomed to the rhythm.

The first penetration nipped slightly; but more out of surprise, I think, than any real pain. I felt weirdly constipated; it was like going to the toilet in reverse.

I grunted as she eased herself deeper inside me, rocking and sliding with a gentle rhythm. I tried to rock my hips in time with hers.

"Good girl," she said, patting my back.

"Good girl!"

 

"Now for the other part," said Kat.

Lisa-Mae placed her hands around my hips and pulled me backwards onto the dildo, driven deeper inside me.

I cried out with surprise.

Lisa-Mae inched herself backwards and pulled me along with her until I had my face buried in the seat cushions. I trembled with the unfamiliar exertions of having this thing inside of me. My heart pounded, and the pressure in my chastity tube was unbearable.

Kat joined us on the sofa, kneeling in front of me, her knees either side of my head.

"Come on, now," she said, lifting my head up towards the erect dildo standing between us.

"Just place your lips on the tip," said Kat.

Lisa-Mae continued her strokes behind me.

"Suck this dildo the way you think a penis should be sucked," she said. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully, trying not to make any reference to my penis.

I licked the shaft several times, running my tongue up and down, before opening my mouth and diving onto the bulbous head.

I sucked hard and pulled up before venturing slightly further down, filling my mouth with a little more of the rubber cock. As I did this, Lisa-Mae upped the tempo slightly.

My heart, already beating strong and fast, started pounding harder and faster. I moaned louder as Kat helped guide my head up and down, a reassuring support that helped to stop me from gagging.

Lisa-Mae started sliding the dildo back and forth in my rectum faster and faster. My trapped penis throbbed and twitched with pain, but my excitement would not abate.

I continued moaning, muffled by the dildo I was fellating, until the sensations from my lower body became overwhelming. I breathed hard through my nose, wanting to pant and gasp.

The sensations I felt, and the pleasure rising up from the base of my body, were all far more intense than anything I had known. I wanted to cum!

I jerked and twitched my lower body, hoping to stimulate the head of my penis, perhaps rub it against the rim of the chastity tube.

It started to work. Amidst the pleasure in my abdomen and the pain in my crotch, I also felt the erogenous tickle in my penis.

I started to scream, a muffled wail of an overloaded mind as I felt a strong spasm shudder somewhere behind me I tried to buck around, and lost control, before pitching forward on Kat's dildo, nearly choking myself in the process.

	"Oh...Oh God..."

 

 

Lisa-Mae slowed and stopped thrusting. Kat eased my head off her dildo. My heart beat loud in my chest as I breathed hard, trying to recover. I hadn't ejaculated, but I was sure I was just about to.

I kept wondering, over and over: did I just cum? With my ass?!

"Oh... Oh, God..." I managed.

"How was that, then?" asked Kat.

"Mm... mind-blowing," I said.

"Did you enjoy that?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"I think so," I said, "but I wasn't done; I was on the edge! I was so close, I nearly came!"

"That's our girl," said Kat, patting my head.

I sat back on the sofa, catching my breath.

"Which was better," said Lisa-Mae, "sucking the dildo or having one inside you?"

"If I wasn't a man any more, what was I?"

"I think the sucking was easier," I said, "It took a while to relax before you entered me."

"So, you find it easier to suck cock than to have a woman make love to you?" said Kat, "Or did you prefer being penetrated?"I was too tired to argue.

"Hah!" was all I could manage, as my wrists were unfastened from my thighs.

"Maybe you are a straight girl, after all," Lisa-Mae told me.

"We can worry about getting you a man later, though," said Kat, "Right now, I'm feeling horny, Lisa-Mae. How about you?"

"I am turned on like you wouldn't believe!" Lisa-Mae declared.

"Girl, stand there and watch your mistresses," said Kat.

I climbed off the couch and stood naked watching them, feeling used and rejected as they mounted each other.

Their exertions, vigorous, tender, lusty and loving, made me feel lost and helpless. I'd had sex with Lisa-Mae, but yet I hadn't. If I wasn't a man any more, what was I? I stood there confused, wondering what seeds of confusion they had own in my mind. I had no idea what I was any more.

 

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2007 by P.S. d'File. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.