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   Stocking Tops Part

   by Nessus

   MC FemDom Mast Humil

   Hannah and I have been married for about three years.  She's a smart,
beautiful woman who knows exactly what she wants.  A doctor of medicine,
Hannah had just joined a small partnership when she met me.  I was the real
estate agent who sold her new house to her.  What she saw in me, I don't
know but we were married within twelve months and now, three years later
and due to her driving and encouragement, I'm the owner of a thriving real
estate practice.

   A tall, dark haired woman with a hot body to match, sex with Hannah,
from my point of view, was always great.  I like it fast and furious with
me spurting a powerful orgasm into that gorgeous body.  Lately, she's been
trying to get me to talk about our sexual `problems' but I laugh it off. 
It's just the doctor in her.  Anyway, I don't see any problem.

   I've always enjoyed sex but with both of us with busy schedules we
haven't been as regular as we could be so I found some compensation.  Her
name was Mandy.  Young, long red hair, dressed to kill, Mandy was a new
sales person in my office and we fooled around once or twice.  Well, maybe
a little more.

   I used to pull her short skirt up, pantyhose down and fuck her from
behind with her big tits mashed into my desk.  And then send her back to
work with my cum leaking into her pantyhose.  Dangerous but exciting.

   Then Mandy started asking me when I was going to leave Hannah.  Well,
that started me laughing and she stormed out of the office.  That's when
this all started.

   "So," my wife said icily, "you've been fucking on the job?"

   "Hannah," I protested, "How can you say...."

   "Mandy told me everything," she calmly announced.  I was dumbfounded.

   "You spoke to....?"

   "Yes.  She called me out of desperation and, probably love.  You don't
deserve her, us!" she snapped.  "I know everything, Roy.  She cried her
heart out, poor thing."

   I had to move fast.  "Hannah, I'm sorry.  She didn't mean anything to
me. It was just sex.  You know," I smiled weakly, "you and I haven't had
much opportunity lately."

   "Oh, it's my fault, is it?"

   "Well, you know, as a man, I need to cum.  Regularly.  I just have to."

   She stared at me for a long moment.  "I'll think about this."

   "Hannah," I said desperately, "I love you.  Let's not break up over
this. I'll do anything." She didn't reply and walked away.

   Worried, I watched her stride away.  We had all our assets in joint
holdings and the last thing I needed was some shifty divorce lawyer
crucifying me in the court, leaving me dead broke.

   I spent the night in the spare room and, gingerly, sat down for
breakfast.  Hiding behind my newspaper, I waited.  After a while, she
looked at me across the breakfast table.  "Roy, last night, you said you'll
do anything to keep us together.  Was that true?"

   "Of course," I lied, looking up from the newspaper.

   "Good.  I want you to give up smoking.  You know how I hate it."

   I looked back at the newspaper.  "Sure.  I've quit as of now.  Not a
problem." This was going to be easy, I thought happily.  She's not as mad
as I thought.

   "I know how difficult it will be for you so I've made an appointment
with a Hypno-therapist.  It's at ten.  Please make sure you get there on
time." She handed me a card.

   "Hypno-therapist?  Hypnotised?"

   "Yes, darling, it works." She left the table with a swirl and I stared
at the card.  Hell, no one could hypnotise me and this will keep Hannah
happy so, what have I got to lose?

   At the office, Mandy gave me an icy stare as she passed me in the hall.
I also received a few cold looks from a few of the other women in the
office so Mandy has obviously been blabbing in the rest-room.  They'll get
over it.

   I arrived at the appointment on time and was introduced to Julie.  She
was a stunning blond woman who sat next to me, fiddling with a gold
bracelet while she talked.  "So, Roy, Hannah tells me you want to give up
smoking?"

   I laughed.  "Hannah wants me to give up smoking.  " I kept watching the
bracelet and she started droning on about the evils of smoking and that I
should give hypnotism a chance.  Finally, I laughed.  "Julie, forget it. 
I'll give it a chance but it's not going to work on me."

   She smiled and stood up.  "It all ready has, Roy.  Look," she said
pointing at the clock.  I was shocked, it was ten after eleven.  "How do
you feel?"

   I shook my head.  I felt great.  "I feel great," I said, standing.  "So,
what happens now?"

   Julie laughed.  "You won't smoke again, I guarantee it."

   Back at the office, I tried to make up with Mandy but she gave me the
cold shoulder so, I went home.  Hannah called me into the study and smiled.
"How did it go?"

   I guessed 'it' was the hypnotherapy.  "Okay, I suppose."

   "Good." Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Destiny."

   I blinked my eyes, clearing them .  "What did you say, dear?" I asked. I
felt relaxed and I hadn't had a cigarette or, for that matter, even thought
of one.

   "Nothing." She smiled.  "Let's go out for dinner." I looked at the clock
and was surprised.  I had been home for forty minutes but I thought I had
just walked in the door.  Oh well, it's been a long day.

   The next morning, I was just about to leave for the office when Hannah
called me.  She was seated a chair in the middle of the lounge-room,
dressed in a short black skirt, black hose and a dark blue blouse.

   "Yes, dear?"

   "Roy, I'm still very angry about you and Mandy." Oh shit, that again.

   "But, Hannah...."

   "And I also remember what you said about needing to cum." She then
looked straight at me and said, slowly and clearly, "Roy, darling, I want
to show you something."

   Those simple words rocked me.  Almost from a distance, I watched myself
strip my pants and underwear down, then fall to my knees in front of her.
"Look," she purred and I watched her painted fingernail slide up her leg
until it reached the hem of her skirt.  Smiling, she raised the skirt to
reveal her stocking top and part of a black garter belt.  "Look Roy," she
smiled.  "Stocking tops."

   At those two words, my cock jutted hard from my body, my hand circling
it and I frantically started to jerk off while she watched, laughing.

   "Hannah," I cried, "what's happening?" I could control my voice but not
my hand as it worked on my cock, building myself towards a massive cum
while I stared at the black nylon against the white flesh of her thigh.

   "Here," she said, holding a glass screw top jar, "Cum in that." I
watched my other hand take the jar and hold it under my cock.  Suddenly, I
spurted and spurted in to the jar, my body shaking with the release. 
Hannah looked at her watch.  "Quick, as usual,' she said calmly.  Then she
threw her head back and laughed loudly.

   Wiping tears from her eyes, she tossed the lid of the jar to me.  "Put
that on and put your cum in the refrigerator." Silently, I did as she said,
wondering what in the hell happened.

   When I returned, she was picking up her briefcase and car keys.  I felt
foolish, standing there naked from the waist down.  "Hannah," I asked,
"what have you done?"

   "A little hypnosis, Roy.  A simple command phrase that I put in your
mind.  Julie programmed you to respond to my command word and I then insert
actions and reactions in your mind.  Lovely, isn't it?"

   "You bitch," I said, moving towards her.

   "Now, Roy," she said mildly, "be careful.  Or you could be on your knees
jerking that pathetic little cock of yours until it falls off.  I'm sure
you wouldn't want that." She slammed the door on her way out.

   Anger mixed with humiliation swept over me.  I dressed and stormed off
to work.  Of course, I rang Julie but she wouldn't come to the phone or
answer my calls.  What could I do, any way?  It was her word against mine.

   That night, I warily let myself into the house.  Worried, I had stayed
out for a while but finally, I had to go home.  I heard female voices in
the lounge-room and I thought I could slip by without Hannah seeing me.

   "Roy," she called.  "Is that you?" I slowly walked into the room and saw
Julie sitting on the sofa with Hannah.  "You remember Julie, don't you?"
she said and they both laughed.  I hung my head, my face flushing.  "Want
to see his party trick?" Hannah asked Julie.

   "Please, don't," I said softly but she ignored me.

   "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." On those words, I had lost
control once more.  Quickly, I stripped my pants and underwear down and
fell to my knees in front of the giggling women.

   Both women raised the hems of their skirts, revealing Hannah's black
stockings and Julies white ones.  "Look Roy," they cried in unison. 
"Stocking tops!" Again, my cock leapt into hardness, my hand gripped it and
I started jerking off, rushing towards an inevitable orgasm while both
women watched, sipped their champagne and laughed.

   She held out the glass jar and I could see my sperm from this mornings
episode lying in.  "Here," she ordered.  "Cum in that." I reached the peak,
my body shook as I pumped my seed into the jar until I slumped, head down
with sweat running from my face.

   "Quick, isn't he," commented Julie, a broad grin on her face.

   Hannah nodded, took the jar from me and held it over my head.  "Don't
ever fuck around on me again, Roy," she said softly and poured the cum onto
my head.  Humiliated, sperm dripped down my face as I stared into those
cold eyes and I knew I had lost respect and control.

   On Hannah's instructions, I moved my clothes and personal items into the
spare room.  I guess it was now my room.  As I lay on the bed, I could hear
the two women laughing and talking into the night.

   The next day, I went to work as normal, hoping that Hannah had believed
she had taught me a lesson and would now leave me alone.  I had to admit
that, for the first time, I was really afraid of her.

   Things got worse That morning, I lost a sale I had been working on for
some time and I slumped into my chair, staring at the wall.

   The office door opened and Mandy walked in, shutting the door behind
her. Stunned, I watched her sit down cross her legs and smile at me. 
"Mandy," I said, groping for something to say.  "Look,......."

   Mandy smiled and rested her hand on her hose.  "Roy, darling, I want to
show you something." The words rocked me, humiliation swept over me as I
pulled my pants and underwear down and fell to my knees in front of her.

   Staring up into those cold eyes, I tried to form words, to say something
but I couldn't.  "Look Roy," she sneered, revealing her gorgeous legs in
sheer black stockings with lace tops, "Stocking tops!" My cock swelled
immediately, the urge to cum was overwhelming and my hand caressed my cock
in the now familiar pattern.

   Gasping, I jerked and jerked, my body moving to the rhythm as Mandy
giggled.  I was getting close and she tossed me what appeared to be pink
cloth.  "Here," she laughed.  "Cum in those." I picked it up.  They were
pink lace panties.  "That's the closest you'll ever get to my panties
again!"

   I groaned as I spurted into the soft nylon, my body shuddering with the
effort and Mandy clapped her hands in glee.  "I love this!" she giggled.

   Exhausted, I hung my head, humiliated.  Mandy stood and looked down at
me.  "Wash those panties Roy, you'll probably need them tomorrow."

   Shame washed over me.  "Please, Mandy," I groaned, my face crimson as I
knelt on the floor with my pants and underwear around my shoes.  "Don't do
this to me."

   "I'll do what I like, Roy!" she snapped.  "Make sure you have clean and
dry panties tomorrow.  Next time, I might invite some of the other girls
into watch."

   The door slammed behind her.  I was ruined.

   That night I begged Hannah to stop, to remove the command.  I would do
anything, I pleaded.  I followed her around, begging until she stopped . 
"Roy, get this through your head," she said, eyes glinting.  "I can make
you do anything now.  I don't need your permission."

   I froze.  She was right, I was totally under her control and had no way
of stopping her.

   "Do you understand, Roy?" she said coldly.

   Dumbly, I nodded, head bowed.  It was no use.

   She waited a moment for it to sink in and then said, "Destiny."

   I don't know how long I was out but, after looking at my watch, I
guessed about twenty minutes.  Hannah was all ready in her room when I
looked up so I had no idea what new command she had programmed into me.

   Later, that night, I heard Hannah move from the bathroom into her
bedroom.  She was wearing a long negligee and black stockings.  "Roy," she
called and I quickly walked in.  She was seated on the side of the bed. 
"Roy, darling, I want to show you something." This time, I found myself
stripping all my clothes off, tossing them everywhere as she watched me,
smiling.  I fell to my knees, naked, in front of her as she parted her
gown, revealing a black garter belt and stockings, her pussy level with my
face.  "Look Roy," she whispered, "Pretty pussy."

   The urge to sink my face into her cunt was overwhelming.  I tenderly
licked and kissed, sucked and rubbed while she lay back on the bed.  I
usually don't like doing this but now, I wanted to, I needed to.  Finally,
she came, the orgasm sweeping through her as she cried out.  I kept
tenderly licking the insides of her thighs until she tousled my hair and
said, "Enough, Roy."

   Suddenly, I no longer needed to lick her and I sat back on my heels, her
juices glistening on my face, my cock rock hard and throbbing with a
desperate urge to cum.

   Hannah sighed in contentment as she swept past me, arranging the gown
around her and sat down at her dressing table.

   My cocked throbbed and I needed release "Please," I whispered, begging.

   Hannah turned and looked at me, still kneeling on the floor with a rock
hard cock and laughed softly as she pulled her gown apart.  "Look Roy, "
she laughed coldly.  "Stocking tops."

   I stared at those tops of black nylon and lacy garter straps.  Almost
with relief, I gripped my cock and started pulling.  I was excited and
humiliated again.  Gasping, I brought myself to the edge but couldn't cross
over.  Desperately, my hand flew up and down my straining cock but I
couldn't cum.

   I heard her laugh softly and it hit me.  She's programmed me not to cum!
My hand continued it's task but with no end in sight.

   "Do you want to cum, Roy?" she smiled.

   "Yes," I gasped desperately.  "Yes!"

   "Well, you better ask me, then."

   "Please Hannah," I cried.  My hand was still pulling my hard cock. 
"Please let me cum," I begged.

   Hannah slowly walked over to stand over me, a black stocking in her
hand. Disdainfully, she dropped it over my face.  "Are you sure you want to
cum, Roy?" she teased.  I nodded my head, balling the black stocking in my
other hand.  "You know what to do with that," she said and I held the ball
of nylon near my red cock.  "Cum, Roy," she ordered.  "Cum now!"

   I groaned as I pumped load after load into the wad of nylon, my whole
body out of my control, shaking and heaving as she watched me.  Panting, I
sank back on my heels, my cock shrinking, sweat running over my naked body
and a sodden ball of black nylon in my hand.

   "I think you should thank me," she said softly.

   I kept my head bowed.  "Thank you, Hannah," I whispered in shame.

   "That may have to last you for a while," she threatened.  "Now," she
said sharply, "run along like a good little boy and wash that out."

   I felt so low as I scrambled around picking my clothes up.  Hannah sat
at her dressing table brushing her hair and humming sweetly to herself,
ignoring me totally.

   Scrambling out the door with a bundle of clothes and a wet ball of
nylon, I leaned against the corridor wall and wondered what she was going
to dream up next.  She was a doctor, for God's sake!  Who knows what she
could do to me!  The realisation that I was totally under her control swept
over me once again.  There was no way out.

   Sighing, I walked slowly to my room to wait for the new day and whatever
it would bring.  Behind me, I heard her laugh softly to herself.

   I tossed and turned all night and woke with a erection.  Sadly, I looked
at my hard cock, knowing that I could not even jerk myself off to get
relief without Hannah's commands.  A heaviness in my heart, a kind of
leaden depression stayed with me as I, first washed the stocking and then,
showered.  Every now and again, I would look down at my cock and realise it
was not mine to control again.

   Walking down the corridor from the guest bathroom with a towel around my
waist, I could hear Hannah getting ready in her room.  Today was her
surgery day at the hospital and she always rose early, worked through to
lunch and had the rest of the day off unless there were patient
complications.  Her door opened and Hannah stepped into the corridor,
wearing a casual top and trousers with her long dark hair pulled back.

   I quickly looked away, a small taste of fear in my mouth.  "Good
morning, Roy," she said, standing so close her perfume washed over me.

   "Good morning Hannah," I mumbled.

   "Drop the towel," she sharply commanded.  Without hesitation, I let the
towel slip to the floor and stood naked with my head bowed.  I felt her
cool fingers circle my cock and arousal swept over me, pulsing into full
erection.

   Her long fingers gently pulled me as I stood trembling.  "Have you
tried?" she asked sweetly.  I knew what she meant and shook my head.  "It's
useless to try," she said.  "You know that?" I nodded, my ragged breathing
loud in the corridor.

   I knew my place.  "Please Hannah," I whispered as she continued to
softly stroke me.  "Can I cum?"

   She laughed.  "You are learning.  Do you really want to?" she teased.

   "Please Hannah," I begged.

   She laughed cruelly.  "Remember, Roy when you said you had to cum
often?" She didn't wait for an answer.  "Well, it's not going to be as
often as you'd like." She dropped her hand to her purse, leaving me gasping
with a hard throbbing cock.

   She looked at my bobbing cock and pointed at my groin.  "You know Roy, I
think I can see a grey hair or two there.  That won't do.  Shave it all
off." Startled, I looked into her eyes and she smiled coldly.  "Do you want
me to program you to do it?" I slowly shook my head.

   She walked to the top stair and started walking down.  "And keep it
shaven, Roy," she said over her shoulder.  "I want it smooth as silk." She
was still laughing when she walked out the front door.

   I almost cried.  Picking the towel up, I slowly walked back to the
shower, my still hard cock bobbing in front of me.  Standing in the shower,
I cut my pubic hair as short as I could, the hairs raining down my legs and
onto the tiled floor.  After liberally spreading shaving cream over my
lower stomach, groin and balls, I carefully started the slow task of
shaving.  All through this long process, my cock bobbed obscenely in the
white shaving cream, still hard and almost mocking me for what I had
become.

   After showering again, I examined myself in the mirror.  Somehow, my
hairless cock and balls seemed even more naked, even more obscenely
exposed. Still hard, I desperately needed to cum and, giving into that
need, I frantically tried to jerk off but couldn't seem to find the right
grip or the right rhythm.  Trying again and again, I realised I just could
not do it.  Dam her, I cursed!  Giving up, I slumped naked and shorn on the
bathroom floor, a small tear running from my eye.

   What's next, I wondered?

   My newly shaven cock and balls felt strange in my trousers as I drove
into the office.  Even stranger still when I walked with my shorts rubbing
against my cock, giving me a hard-on.  Great, I thought bitterly.

   I had sat in my office for just a few moments when Robert, my sales
manager knocked and strolled in.  "Good morning Boss."

   "Is it?" I snapped.

   He raised an eyebrow.  "Oh, like that, eh?  Well, I guess I'm going to
make it worse.  I'm quitting, Roy."

   "What!"

   "Sorry but Bensons are offering me equity and a bigger bonus."

   "Bensons!" They were our biggest competitors.

   "I'll finish up on Friday." I sat stunned as he walked to the door. 
"The gang are having a few drinks at Cassidy's Friday night.  Come along.
You look like you need the R&R." He closed the door behind him and,
groaning, I held my head in my hand.  How would I replace him?

   A few moments later, the door opened again.  I looked up as Mandy shut
it behind her, grinning down at me.  "Hard day, eh?"

   She didn't wait for an invitation but sat down in the chair in front of
the desk.  Watching her cross her long legs in black stockings caused my
bald cock to stir in my pants.  I kept my eyes from meeting hers and
waited.

   "So," she began.  "Robert is leaving our happy little group." It wasn't
a question.  "Look at me, Roy," she snapped and I quickly looked into her
smirking face.  "I want his job, Roy.  Starting next week."

   "But....."

   "I can do the job.  The team knows I'm the best salesperson.  You know
that and I deserve a promotion."

   "But Mandy, I can't....."

   "Yes you can!" she barked and then smiled coldly.  "Do you want me to
call Hannah and tell her you won't promote me?" I gulped.  That was the
last thing I wanted.  I can't tell any more how Hannah would react to
anything and I wasn't going to take any chances.  "Do you?" she demanded
and I silently shook my head.  I heard her uncross and cross those lovely
legs again and lean back in the chair while I stared at the desk top.

   "Shit, Roy, look up at me!" I raised my eyes and she smiled at me. 
"Afraid of me, Roy?  Afraid of what I know?  I can tell you this," she
leered, " I spoke to Hannah this morning.  She tells me you are learning
new skills."

   I blushed and she laughed as she stood up, straightening her short grey
skirt.  "Announce my promotion today, Roy.  Understand?" I nodded and she
smiled in victory.  "I'm going to have a celebratory lunch ," she said,
placing a card on the desk.  My eyes fixed on it as she tapped the card
with a long red fingernail.  "Lunch at this hotel.  I want you to get a
room there at one thirty, phone me on my cell phone and tell me the room
number.  You got that!"

   "But..."

   "No buts, Roy.  Phone me with the room number and wait in the room for
me." Mandy walked to the door and turned, gloating with her power over me.
"I want to test those new skills that Hannah told me about.  See you." She
slammed the door behind her.

   Gloomily, I stared at the card.  What choice did I have?  It suddenly
occurred to me that I had no choice in anything any more.  My mind has been
tampered with and my body was now controlled by Hannah, Mandy and who knows
who else is going to be let into this.  Mandy had threatened to bring the
office girls to watch.  At least I've been spared that humiliation for now.

   Resignedly, I reached for the card to call the hotel to reserve the
room.

   I arrived at the hotel on time and self consciously checked it.  The
room wasn't too bad, a nice view and a stocked bar.

   Mandy was obviously still in the restaurant and having a great time when
I called her.  It suddenly occurred to me I didn't know who she was
lunching with and who could come up to the room with her.

   After about an hour, I heard a tap at the door.  Heart pounding, I
slowly opened it.  Mandy, flushed with wine and victory, leaned against the
doorway with arms folded.  Her large breasts pushed against the silk of her
blouse.  As she pushed past me into the room, her sweet perfume lingered
and my cock stirred hopefully.

   "Nice room," she commented, dropped her purse on the table.  I nervously
waited, watching her.  She casually unbuttoned her blouse and hung it in
the wardrobe, her large breasts captured by a lacy white bra.  "Roy,
darling," she said.  "I want to show you something."

   My control left me and, once again, I performed a lewd and desperate
dance as I stripped myself naked, clothes flying around the room until I
collapsed, kneeling in front of her.

   Mandy giggled and unzipped her skirt, revealing a white garter belt,
white lace panties and black stockings.  She was beautiful.  Sensually, she
slid the panties down, stepped out of them and sat delicately in a large
easy chair in front of me.  With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock,
jutting from my shaven groin.  "So smooth, Roy.  So naked," she whispered
and I blushed.

   With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her long legs slowly
drift apart.  My eyes fastened on the red hair of her pussy as her long
finger caressed it and I could see wetness on the puffy lips.  "Look Roy,"
she whispered.  "Pretty pussy."

   With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious pussy, soaking up
the sweet smell and tasting her essence.  I had to lick, no, I needed to
and I abandoned myself to her cunt.  There was no sense of time as my
tongue explored, caressed and teased her pussy.

   Suddenly, her hand seized the back of my head and pulled my face into
her as she groaned and then screamed with pleasure.  I kept licking
delicately her inner thighs as she fell back "Enough, Roy," she gasped and
the obsession with her pussy instantly left me, leaving me with a hard cock
waving from my bald groin and her juices glistening on my face.

   Mandy tousled my hair.  "You are learning, aren't you," she stated as
she languidly picked up her panties and wiped her pussy.  "You never used
to do that." I waited, sitting on my heels, hoping that she was going to
allow me relief.

   She stood up and cleared some items from a small round table.  I gaped
at her in her white bra, garter belt and stockings as she beckoned me. 
"Bend over the table, Roy," she ordered and I did, crushing my hard cock
into the table top.  "Open wide," she said, holding my chin while she
forced her wet panties deep into my mouth.

   I felt her pushing her pussy against my buttocks and her breasts against
my back, forcing me harder against the table.  "I just love having you
spread over the table like this," she whispered in my ear, her long hair
tickling my shoulder.  "So naked and so open."

   Startled, I looked back at her smiling face over my shoulder.  They were
words similar to ones I'd used when I'd fucked her in my office.  "Hannah
knows about this," she whispered in my ear.  "All of it.  She wants
details. You accept it now or be programmed for it later." Suddenly, I felt
nervous.

   "Don't move," she warned.  I felt her push away from me and the rustling
of clothes.  "I'm glad you still wear this stupid belt, Roy," she said
coldly and I heard clothes drop to the floor.  "I just love the little
studs on it," she giggled and I heard her flick the belt.  "Better not
disturb the neighbours," she said lightly from a different position behind
me and the sudden rush of sound from the television made me jump.  Some
afternoon talk show was on with loud cheers, jeers and tears.

   She was back pushing into me again, grinding her pussy against me and
driving my hard cock into the table.  The belt trailed across my shoulders
and I was, suddenly, very afraid.  I've never been what you would call, a
tough man and I was always afraid of pain.  "You screwed me for nine
months," she whispered in my ear.  "In more ways than one.  I think one for
each month, don't you agree?" she hissed, waving the belt in front of my
eyes..

   My eyes widened with fear and I strained to look back at her.  "Mmff," I
mumbled through the panties, trying to ask her to stop.

   "I'll take that as a yes," she said, her hot breath in my ear until,
suddenly, she pushed away and the TV volume doubled.

   I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red
hot pain slashed across my buttocks.  The panties in my mouth chocked my
startled yelp.  Cheers and applause resounded from the TV.

   "Two," she cried and the next slash cut deep into my buttocks and I
cursed the stupid decision to wear a decorative belt.

   By the fourth stroke I was trembling in pain, my hands gripping the edge
of the table and tears forming in my eyes.  The fifth stroke had me
groaning continually into my panty gag and by the seventh I was sobbing
uncontrollably, my cries gasping into the panties as I surrendered
completely to the pain.  I don't remember her stopping but I saw her walk
into the bathroom with her clothes over her arm as I sobbed on the table.

   Finally, my sobs faded but the burning pain on my buttocks remained as I
lay there.  Suddenly, the TV sound disappeared and Mandy, dressed, appeared
next to me, the room key dangling from her hand.  "All dressed," she said.
"No panties though," she laughed.  "You would've like that in the old days,
wouldn't you, Roy."

   Mandy walked to the door.  "Say goodbye, Roy," she ordered.  Gingerly I
straightened up and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to see I still
had a hard cock.  She pointed to the floor in front of her and I hurriedly
knelt.

   "Look, Roy," she laughed as her hand slid her short grey skirt up her
black nylon legs and I knew what was coming.  I just hoped I would be able
to cum.  "Stocking tops," she giggled as she revealed the lace tops of her
stockings.  Gasping into the panties, my hand seized my hard cock and I
started pumping.  Mandy tossed her head back, laughed loudly and walked out
the door, shutting behind her.

   I couldn't believe it!  She had left me in the room!  There I was,
naked, whipped buttocks, shaven crotch, panty gag and jerking myself off
with no hope of cumming or even stopping until I was commanded to.  What if
the maids came in?  Room service?  Worse still, the police?

   Humiliation, fear and loneliness swept over me.

   So I remained kneeling in front of the hotel room door, jerking myself
off , for what seemed a terribly long time but was probably only ten
minutes.  Of course, being so dam horny, my manipulations brought me to the
edge of orgasm quickly but, because of the command imprinted in my mind, I
could not cum.

   Groaning into the panties in my mouth, I looked down at my tireless hand
jerking my poor red cock and wondered where it will end when I heard voices
in the corridor outside my room.  Soon whispers and female giggles and the
sound of the key in the lock.  I'm not a religious man but I prayed. 
Please God, don't let this be the maid or room service.  Please!

   The door swung open and Hannah and Julie slipped in.  Both were in
tennis outfits, white sleeveless tops and short white pleated tennis skirts
with tennis shoes and socks.  The both had tennis racquets which they
dumped next to the door and I guessed they had been playing on the hotel
courts.  Did they have lunch with Mandy, I wondered?

   The door closed.  "Can't keep his hand off it," observed Julie.

   "His cock has ruled his life," said Hannah.  "He can't say no to it."

   "Apparently not," replied Julie.

   "Mmf," I spluttered through the panties.  I wanted to stop!  My cock was
getting sore and so was my wrist.

   "Enough, Roy," commanded Hannah and my hand ceased it's motion.  I
slumped forward in relief as Hannah and Julie sat on the sofa, side by
side, amused looks on their faces.

   "Come here, Roy," ordered Hannah.  "And take those panties out of your
mouth." They both collapsed in laughter as I sheepishly removed the
panties, dropping them on the floor.

   Gingerly, I stood up and moved in front of them.  To my embarrassment,
my cock remained hard and throbbing.  Julie crossed her legs and my eyes
were drawn to the top her long legs poking from the short tennis skirt. 
Julie saw my glance and smiled.

   "What do you think of his new look?" Hannah asked Julie, pointing at my
shaven crotch.

   "Nice," the blonde woman said.  "Turn around," she ordered.  "Wow!," she
exclaimed when they saw my whipped buttocks.

   "Oh, Roy," Hannah laughed, "you're going to hurt for a few days.  Mandy
certainly walloped you."

   "She needed to, didn't she," Julie said.

   "Had to get it out of her system," agreed Hannah.

   "Did you cry, Roy?" mocked Julie and I nodded my head, blushing with
shame.

   "A good cry into the panties in your mouth?" Hannah said and they both
burst into laughter.

   "Gotta get a shot of this," laughed Julie and I heard her rustling in
her bag.  Suddenly there was a click.  They had taken a photograph!  I felt
so humiliated, so helpless.  "Turn around," she ordered and there was
another click.

   "Get down, Roy," Hannah commanded and I knelt in front of them.  "That
is your position with us from now on.  Understand?"

   "Yes Hannah," I replied, eyes lowered and face burning with shame.

   Hannah laughed softly.  "Still learning.  I like that."

   "I want another picture," said Julie.  "Hold your cock, Roy and start
jerking.  Now look up.  Smile,' she teased.  Click!  "Enough, Roy," she
ordered and I stopped jerking, letting my hand fall to my side.

   Julie placed the camera down and lay back on the sofa, next to Hannah,
legs slightly apart.  My cock throbbed as I stared at her long brown legs,
peeking from the short white tennis skirt.  "Ordering him about is sooo
sexy," she murmured and Hannah moved closer to her, smiling down at me.

   With one short movement, she leaned over Julie and kissed her.  I gasped
in shock as Julie responded and for a few moments, the passionate kiss
continued until Hannah pulled away.  Julie lay back on the headrest of the
sofa, eyes closed and blonde hair spilling around her beautiful face.

   Hannah lightly caressed the top of Julies legs and smiled coldly at my
shocked face.  "I should thank you, Roy.  If you hadn't been fucking around
with poor Mandy, Julie and I wouldn't have, shall we say, gotten to know
each other as well?" She laughed softly.  "And she's such a beautiful
woman, isn't she Roy?" I nodded dumbly and watched them kiss again.

   In a moment, Hannah broke away and returned to caressing Julie's brown
thigh.  "We went to the powder room before we came here, Roy," Hannah
whispered, "and took our panties off.  Julie is naked under this short
skirt."

   My cock bobbed and Julie's head rolled to the side onto Hannah's arm, a
sensual look on her face, eyes still closed.  I was so aroused.  "Stark
naked, Roy," Hannah continued, her long fingers teasing the hem of the
pleated skirt.  Julie's legs parted as Hannah slid the tennis skirt up
revealing Julie's pussy.  She was shaven, completely bald pussy, and I
stared at the puffy lips surrounded by nothing but skin!  I had never seen
anything so arousing and compelling in my life.

   "Julie likes the clean look," murmured Hannah as her fingers lightly
caressed Julie's thighs.  "Look, Roy," she said.  "Pretty pussy."

   I fell forward at the command, my mouth yearning for those naked pouting
lips.  She was all ready aroused and wet, her juices flowing freely as my
dutiful tongue tenderly licked, probed, explored and tunnelled her pussy.
Through my obsessive stupor, I vaguely sensed Hannah and Julie kissing each
other passionately above me as I worked slavishly on Julie's pussy.

   A hand seized my head and pulled me into her pussy as her legs closed
around me.  "Oh, Hannah," Julie cried out and moaned as she came.  Of
course, I kept caressing her pussy and inner thighs with my tongue with
long gentle strokes until Julie said, "Enough, Roy."

   The urge left me and I sat back on my heels, looking up at the two women
on the sofa.  Julie had straightened her skirt and that beautiful shaven
pussy was hidden from my view.  Hannah was laying back, looking down at me
with half closed eyes and breasts rising and falling.  I knew that look,
she was so aroused.

   Julie leaned over and kissed her deeply, her fingers stroking Hannah's
breasts through the tight tennis top.  Hannah moaned slightly and Julie
leered at me as she pulled Hannah's tennis skirt up around Hannah's waist.
I watched Hannah's legs fall apart to reveal her bush, her pink lips poking
wetly through her black pubic hair.

   "I love all this hair," Julie said softly as he long fingers ran lightly
over Hannah's pussy.  Suddenly, with one short motion, Julie slid a long
finger into Hannah's pussy.  Hannah moaned slightly at this penetration,
her head lolling back onto Julies arm.

   Julie coldly held my eyes as she worked her finger in and out of my
wife's pussy.  In and out, in and out, all the while gloating at me as
Hannah moaned.  "She loves this, doesn't she?' she whispered to me and I
couldn't look away.

   With a faint plop, she removed her finger and wiped it on my cheek. 
Julie leaned back and pointed at Hannah's cunt.  "Look, Roy," she laughed.
"Pretty pussy." Compelled once again, I fell into Hannah's glorious pussy,
licking and caressing as usual while Hannah and Julie passionately kissed
above me on the sofa.

   It didn't take long.  Hannah must have been terribly aroused and she
came with a rush, screaming loudly while Julie held her.  After a moment,
they commanded me to stop and I l sat back to see the two beautiful women
embracing on the sofa, whispering softly to each other.

   Soon, they disengaged, stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom
with their hand bags.  I heard running water, giggles, voices and laughter
behind the closed bathroom door and after about twenty minutes the
returned.

   "Look, Roy," Julie said, sliding her brief tennis skirt up.  "Panties
back on."

   I gaped!  Julies panties were so sheer, I could see her pussy lips
flattened against the transparent fabric.  "Julie is such a tease on the
tennis court," giggled Hannah.

   The panties were sheer white with a white lace trim around the legs and
I drooled.  "Looks like he loves my panties," said Julie and dropped her
skirt.

   Please, " I begged.  "Please let me come.  I need to come," I pleaded.
"I've learnt my lesson."

   Hannah's eyes narrowed.  "Have you?  I don't think so, Roy.  I can't
trust you." She glanced at Julie who smiled and Hannah said, "Destiny."

   When I came out of the trance, I was standing in front of the two women.
"What did you do to me?" I groaned.  "What now?"

   "Just changed a few commands," Hannah said and Julie giggled.  "It's
simple, Roy.  You must obey Julie and myself with out question." She coldly
looked into my eyes.  "Understand?" I nodded.  It was hopeless.

   "And Mandy," Julie added.

   "Yes, of course.  Julie, Mandy and myself.  Total obedience.  Now get
dressed."

   As I picked up my clothes, Julie added, "And no underwear, Roy." I
dropped my shorts on the floor.  "I like to think of your poor hard cock
sliding around in your pants." They laughed and, totally humiliated, I
dressed.

   As we walked out the door, Hannah scooped up the panties and my shorts,
stuffing them in her bag.

   I followed them out the door.  They walked arm in arm, tennis racquets
under their arms down the corridor while I followed a step behind.

   Three women, laughing and talking were coming in the opposite direction.
They were wearing a t-shirt commemorating a conference in the hotel and
they had obviously enjoyed wine and drinks with their lunch.

   Julie stopped, a wicked grin on her face.  "Hannah," she said, smiling,
"I think we've been too cruel on Roy.  I think we should let him cum." She
tilted her head at the three women walking towards us and Hannah laughed
suddenly.

   I blushed.  I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew I wouldn't
like it and it was, probably, going to be very embarrassing.

   "Hi, ladies," Julie greeted the women in a cheery voice, smiling. 
"Enjoying your conference?" A chorus of replies.  "I wonder if I could ask
your help?" she said innocently.  The three women looked at each other and
stopped.

   "What kind of help?" a black woman asked.

   "It'll be fun," promised Julie.  "I'm Julie, by the way, and this is
Hannah."

   "Hi," Hannah said.

   The women smiled and nodded back and the black woman introduced her
companions.  "I'm Serena.  This is Wendy," she said and a shorter woman
smiled.

   The last woman jumped in.  "Hi, Lisa," she introduced herself.  They
turned and looked at me.

   "That's Roy," Julie said dismissively, moving closer to the three women.
"We had a little bet on the tennis court.  Roy here," and the turned to
look at me, "bet we could not get 10 serves in a row in on the first
serve." They looked questioningly at her.  "If we couldn't, we were
supposed to do everything he said.  And I guess we all know what he would
have got us to do.  I guessing he wanted to screw both of us at the same
time.  You know men!"

   "Yeah, they all dream it," said Serena.  "but can't do it."

   "Can't satisfy one woman," said Lisa.  "Let alone two." All the women
laughed, looking at me and I blushed again.

   "Of course, we said if we did, he would have to do what we said!" Hannah
said.

   "And what happened?" Wendy impatiently asked.

   "Can I ask you a question?" Julie said quietly with a mischievous smile
on her face and they all nodded, leaning forward to hear.  "Have you ever
seen a man play with himself?" There was an instant of shock on the faces
of the three women and then suddenly, they all burst into laughter with
Hannah and Julie smiling.

   Still, laughing all the women stared at me and I hung my head, blushing
shame.

   "He lost?" Lisa asked between laughing.  "You going to make him do
that?"

   Hannah and Julie nodded.  "In front of as many women as possible.  You
in?"

   "You bet," Serena said, still giggling.  Wendy and Lisa nodded.

   "Where?" Lisa asked.

   "He," Julie said,meaning me, "got a room.  It's just down the hall."

   "He was pretty confident," observed Wendy.

   "The fool!" Serena said.  I could tell she didn't like me.

   "Shall we go?" Julie asked, smiling, leading the way back to the room.

   The five women walked down the corridor, giggling and stealing glances
at me as I reluctantly followed them into the room.

   "Make yourselves comfortable," Hannah said as Julie pulled a bottle from
the bar.

   "Look, champagne!" She popped the cork and the women filled glasses and,
when they ran out of glasses, coffee cups with champagne.  They settled
into the sofa and chairs then turned to me.

   "Well, Roy," said Hannah, smiling coldly at me.  "Time to honour your
bet."

   "But, Hannah," I protested weakly, "I don't...."

   "Stop whining, Roy," Julie interrupted.  "A bet's a bet.  Now, get your
clothes off." A chorus of giggles at that remark.

   "Betcha he wouldn't have listened to you girls if he won," snapped
Serena.

   Slowly, I stripped off my clothes.  "Look," gasped Lisa as my bald groin
slid into view.

   "Hmm," murmured Wendy.  "The bald look.  That will get itchy."

   "Not if he keeps it shaved." I kept my eyes lowered as I listened to the
giggles and the comments.

   "No underwear," said Julie, obviously enjoying the game.  "He was
prepared for action."

   "Turn around," commanded Hannah and, as I turned, a few gasps from the
audience.

   "Why, Roy," Julie asked innocently.  "What happened there?"

   "Mandy," I mumbled.

   "What?" Hannah demanded.  "Speak up."

   "A woman spanked me."

   They all burst into loud laughter.  "It's not his day, is it," laughed
Lisa.

   "Look," Serana pointed at my cock.  "He's hard.  He's enjoying this!"

   "Let's get on with it," Julie said in a business-like tone.  Turning to
the others, she asked, "Do we want him standing or kneeling?"

   "Standing," Lisa called.

   "Yeah," Wendy agreed.  "We can see better." As Serena nodded her
agreement, Hannah caught my eye and I saw a slight flicker of concern in
her eyes but was quickly replaced by a cold look.  No mercy there, I
thought.  They had me and I could do nothing about it.

   "I prefer kneeling," Hannah said coldly, " but not everyone would get a
good view, so let him stand."

   "Ok, then," Julie said.  "Start jerking off, Roy.  But don't cum until
we say so." As if I could anyway, I thought as I slipped my hand around my
hard cock and started masturbating.  There was a hush as I started jerking
off but soon, a few giggles were heard, followed by loud laughter and,
finally, lewd comments.

   "Pump it, boy!" Wendy called.

   "Jerk off!" Serena sneered.

   "Look up, Roy," called Julie and I raised my blushing face and was met
by five pairs of laughing eyes.  Julie had the camera.  Click!  Click!

   I was trembling on the edge again very quickly and I looked imploringly
at Hannah and Julie.  Click!

   "I thought they liked to jerk off with pictures?" Lisa said.

   "He doesn't need pictures," laughed Wendy.  "He's got us!"

   They all laughed at that and Serena hiked her skirt up a little and I
stared at her long black legs.  "Like these, little boy?" she sneered and
the women laughed.

   "I think he's close," warned Lisa.

   "It was these dam fine legs," Serena said and they laughed again.

   "Ok," Julie took charge and wrote something on a piece of paper.  "On
the count of three, we say this," she said, passing the piece of paper
around.  "Everybody got that?" They all nodded and leaned forward to watch
me.  I was gasping as my hand flew up and down my sensitive cock.  No
longer caring about the humiliation, I just wanted to cum.

   "One," Julie began.  "Two.  Three!!!"

   Everybody shouted, "Cum, Roy!"

   The sensation rolled through me and, because of the period of complete
denial, I erupted with a force that made me cry out.  Eyes closed, head
tossed back, I pumped load after load of cum from my straining cock as
sweat rolled down my face and my chest.  Click!

   Finally, it was over and, as they hadn't used any trigger words to make
me jerk off, I could stop by myself.  I slowly removed my hand and hung my
head so I wouldn't have to look at the laughing women.  Humiliation swept
over me and I wished I could just fade away.

   "Look, it's starting shrink all ready," Lisa broke the silence and there
were a few giggles.

   "Go get a wet towel, Roy," Hannah said, "and clean that mess up."

   "Remind me never to check into this room," Serena said and they laughed.

   "Unless they steam clean the carpets," Wendy said.  More laughter as I
slunk into the bathroom.

   They said they're good-byes as I knelt on the floor and wiped up my cum
from the carpet.

   "Thanks, girls," said Lisa.  "This has got the conference off to a great
start!"

   "Sure has," agreed Wendy.  "Here's my card.  Give us a call if you've
got any more fun ideas.  We're in town until Friday."

   "Ok," Hannah said, smiling down at me as I knelt naked, cleaning the
carpet.  "You never know."

   Finally, they left and Julie inspected my work.  "That'll do," she said.
"Get dressed."

   "I have to go back to my surgery to check tomorrows lists, Julie,"
Hannah said.  "Can you take a cab home?" She paused." Wait a minute," she
said.  "Roy can take you home."

   "Fine," said Julie and tenderly took Hannah's hand.  Gently, the kissed.
"See you soon?" Julie said huskily.

   "Tomorrow," promised Hannah in an equally husky voice and quickly
slipped out the door."

   "Come on, Roy, "Julie ordered.  "You can check out of this dump."

   The hotel lobby was busy with conference delegates lining up to check
in. Serena and company must have checked in early to have a little party
together before the formalities.  Well, they got something different, I
thought and blushed at the mental image that suddenly formed.

   It was some sort of retail conference and the delegates came from all
over the world.  The language difficulties together with the usual
reservation errors meant checking out was not that easy.

   Julie took one look at the line and said, " You take care of this, Roy.
I'll be over there." She waved her hand at the lobby shops next to the
coffee lounge.

   It took almost forty minutes to finally get the bill, pay it and get out
of the milling crowd of delegates in front of the reception desk.  I looked
around for Julie but couldn't see her as I scanned the shops.  As I turned
towards the coffee shop, I saw her perched on a stool and sipping coffee
while reading a magazine, some small packages next to her.  My eyes were
drawn to her long legs and the short tennis skirt and, as a mental image of
her transparent panties flashed into my mind, my cock stirred against the
metal of my pants zipper.

   She spotted me and waved me over while finishing off her coffee.  "You
can carry those," she said and walked off towards the elevators.  Scooping
up the small packages, I scurried after her.

   We took the elevator down to the car park and I pointed towards my BMW.
"Give me the keys," she said.  "I'll drive." Tentatively, I held out the
keys and she unlocked the car, slid into the drivers seat.  "Get in," she
snapped.  Placing the packages in the back seat, I clambered in next to
her, shutting the door behind me.

   She slid the keys into the ignition but didn't kick the engine over. 
Instead, she sat back into the seat and looked at me.  "You're in a hell of
situation, aren't you?"

   I felt a sudden surge of hope.  Maybe she was going to release me, erase
the commands and let me get back to my life!  Maybe she saw that hope in my
eyes because she smiled.  "Don't think I'm going to let you get back to
normal `cause I'm not."

   My face fell.  "Why?  What have I done to you?  Why are you doing this?"

   She leaned back and smiled again.  "I'll explain it to you, Roy," she
said calmly, "and what I'm going to tell you here, you will not tell
Hannah. Or anyone else," she added.  "Understand?"

   I nodded.

   "It's very simple, Roy.  I love Hannah."

   "But so do I!"

   "Do you?  I don't think so or you wouldn't have screwed around.  But, "
she said, waving dismissively, "I don't care what you feel.  But I do care
what Hannah feels and right now, she still has a little affection for you."

   "She loves me!" I protested.

   Julie laughed.  "I don't think so.  Why would she do the things she
has?"

   "She's angry with me."

   "Yes, Roy, she is.  And I'm going to keep her angry with you and I'm
going to reduce you to nothing.  In her eyes you will become nothing more
than an object of derision.  A slave."

   I was horrified.  "You can't......"

   "Can't I?  Just watch.  I'm going to humiliate you, beat you until you
are no longer a person worthy of her.  And, believe Roy, she will see you
that way!  She'll think of you as nothing more than an obedient animal."

   "I'll go away!" I pleaded.  "We'll get a divorce!"

   "I can't wait for that and I can't let Hannah start thinking about you
and your relationship.  No warm memories to make her change her mind.  No
messy property settlements.  No, I'm going to break you, to reduce you to a
pet.  You've lost her, your life, your control and I've won.  End of
conversation." She smiled coldly.  "Do you understand?"

   "Yes," I heard myself say.

   "You are our toy.  What are you?"

   "I'm your toy." My throat felt blocked and I felt like crying.  My life
was destroyed.

   "Now," she said, smiling broadly.  "Pull your pants down around your
ankles."

   Without question I unbuckled my stupid belt, raised myself slightly and
pulled my pants down completely to expose my cock and shaven balls.  My
buttocks hurt again as I sat back down.

   "Good," Julie said, smiling at my embarrassed look.  "You liked my
panties before.  Look." With that she spread her legs and raised her skirt.
As I stared at those sheer panties and her bald pussy lips spread against
the transparent fabric, my cock rose into full height.  Smiling in
satisfaction, she rummaged in her bag an pulled the camera out.  "Start
jerking off," she commanded.  Click!  Click!

   "Ok," she said, putting the camera away.  "Enough." I stopped and
waited. Julie leaned over and pulled the seat belt over my arms and locked
it in.  Reaching into the rear seat, she produced a thin pink ribbon from
one of her packages.  Giggling, she tied a bow around the base of my
twitching cock.

   "Now, my little slave is about to be shown off." She smoothed her skirt
down, slipped her seat belt on and started the engine.  Laughing softly,
she reversed out of the car space and roared up the ramp into the street.

   As I blinked in the late afternoon sun, I felt horribly exposed.  My
cock remained hard and was plainly visible as we drove down the street.

   "Please," I pleaded.  "Don't do this to me." I cringed in the seat.

   Julie laughed.  "Spread those legs.  I want everyone to see your shaved
balls and the ribbon!"

   We drove next to a large off road vehicle with a women driver who
casually looked down.  I blushed as I saw the startled look on her face
replaced with laughter and she turned to talk to someone else in her
vehicle.  "Look," said Julie, pointing.  "A school bus." The lettering on
the bus said it was an exclusive private girls school.  "Let's give them a
peek," Julie laughed and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

   We slowed down as we drove past the bus and I saw teen aged girls
pointing and laughing at me as I winced in embarrassment.  Totally
humiliated and defeated, I slumped in the seat as we drove around the city.


   Soon, Julie tired of her game and she drove to her apartment.  After she
parked the car, she took a few more humiliating photos.  "Hannah and I will
love looking at these, showing them to our friends," she said.

   As she gathered her things, she threw a flat package onto the seat next
to me.  "Wear those to work tomorrow," she said.  "No underwear.  No socks.
Got it?" I nodded resignedly.  "And," she added laughing, "keep the ribbon
on.  `Bye, `bye, toy," she sneered as she left the car.

   It took me a few moments to get free of the seat belt and to pull my
pants up over my be-ribboned cock and stinging buttocks.  Curiously, I
opened the package she had left behind.  Pantyhose!  Black, sheer to waist
pantyhose!  I stared moodily up at her apartment building and wondered what
she had in store for me next.

   Hannah wasn't home so I slunk into my room and, exhausted, fell asleep.
As usual, I woke with a hard-on but, this time, also with a ribbon around
my cock.  I removed the pink ribbon in the bathroom and shaved my crotch as
well as my face.  Wincing in pain from my whipped ass, I stepped into the
shower.

   As I was drying myself after my shower, I heard the `phone ring and then
stop as Hannah answered it.  Sighing, I retied the ribbon around the base
of my cock, finishing it in a bow as Julie had done.  I felt ridiculous.

   Back in my room, I picked up the pantyhose packet and studied it. 
Black, sheer to waist, extra-large.  I'd seen women put pantyhose on before
so I vaguely knew what to do.  Seated on the edge of the bed, I slipped one
foot in and then the other, standing to pull the pantyhose up and around my
waist.  The sensual feel of the pantyhose made me hard, the tight nylon
pulling my cock against my belly.

   I was pulling on a white shirt when Hannah, dressed in her robe, walked
in.  She laughed when she saw the pantyhose and laughed louder when she saw
the pink ribbon around my cock.  "When Julie told me, I just had to see
it," she said.  I guess I knew who had just been on the `phone.  "You look
stupid," Hannah continued, hands on hips.  "Turn around." I did and I heard
her laugh again.  "Still sore?" she asked and I nodded.  "Good," she said.
"Follow me."

   She strode back to her bedroom and I sheepishly followed in the
pantyhose and my shirt.  It was strange feeling the pantyhose on my legs
and cock, somehow arousing.  "Lose the shirt," she said when I walked into
her room and I hung it over the door knob.  Laughing, she pointed at my
cock.  "I love the ribbon.  Julie is wicked!" She sure is, I thought.  You
just don't know how wicked.

   She sat on the bed, pointing at the floor and I knelt in front of her.
"Julie got me so hot talking on the `phone.  She said to use you like the
pussy licker you are.  What are you?" she snapped.

   "A pussy licker," I said, looking down.

   Hannah pulled her robe apart.  She was naked underneath and I stared at
her hairy pussy, the pouting lips and the sweet musky aroma.  "You know
what I want," she said huskily.  "No trigger words any more, you have do
what I say.  Let's see what you've learned.  Lick me," she commanded.

   Slowly, I moved my head between her thighs and let my tongue delicately
move over the tops of her thighs and lightly over her puffy lips.  Her
juices were flowing and I wondered what Julie had said to get her so
aroused.

   It seems I had learnt how to lick pussy as she started to cum after a
few moments of my probing tongue started its journey over her clitoris.  My
face was ground into her wetness as she moaned and groaned through her
orgasm.

   Suddenly, she pushed me away and I sprawled on my back on the carpet,
sending pain through my whipped ass.  "I don't know how I once loved you,
Roy!  Get out of my sight!" She pulled the robe around her and stalked into
her bathroom.

   I scooped up my shirt and dragged my feet back to my room to dress.  The
pantyhose under my trousers felt warm and strange.  I thought the section
showing under my trouser cuffs would pass for socks so it shouldn't be so
obvious I was wearing hose.

   Mandy was all ready in and in Robert's office.  She must have pushed him
out and he probably didn't care.  Not even bothering to knock, Mandy walked
into my office, carrying her diary and a folder of papers, shutting the
door behind her.  "Off that seat," she said and I quickly got off my chair
and watched as she casually sat behind my desk.  As she crossed her legs, I
stole a glance at her long legs in sheer black nylons and her short black
skirt.

   "I've organised the sales team to focus on these high net worth areas.
Forget the low market stuff!  And I've started an advertising campaign. 
We're getting serious!" She looked up and smiled.  "I hear you've got some
serious accessories." I blushed.  " Drop your pants!"

   Unbuckling my belt, I let my pants drop to my ankles.  As Mandy started
laughing, I stole a nervous glance out the window.  My office was three
floors up but people in the other building may be able to see me.

   She started giggling when she saw the ribbon and my hard cock squashed
against my belly.  "Still painful?" she asked as I followed her finger
directions to pirouette.

   "Yes," I said.

   "Excellent.  And I think you should call me Ms Munro from now on.  A
sign of respect.  Understand?"

   "Yes Ms Munro," I replied, humiliated.

   "Put your pants and shoes over there," she waved at a shelf and I
followed her instructions.  "Now, go and tell Lorraine that we are in
conference and will not be disturbed until lunch.

   I gulped.  Lorraine was our receptionist that sat near the door to my
office.  I couldn't go out there dressed in pantyhose, white shirt and a
tie!  But I had no choice.

   Mandy enjoyed my discomfort for a while but showed some mercy as I
started walking to the door.  "Open the door and stick your face around the
corner."

   Relieved, I did just that and Lorraine, a pert nineteen year old, just
waved.

   "I let you off then.  I won't do it again."

   "Thank you Ms Munro," I quickly said.  I didn't want to have to parade
through the office dressed like this.

   "Where's your contact list?" I quickly pulled the book out from the
drawer and gave it to her.  "Good.  All the phone numbers are here," she
said, flicking through the address book.  "Get under the desk," she
ordered.

   I slid under the desk and she uncrossed her legs and opened them to my
eyes.  Black stockings, no panties and a lovely red haired pussy.

   "Lick me," she ordered.  I moved closer, pulling myself completely under
the desk, and started gently using my tongue on her pussy.

   Above me, she picked up the `phone and punched in a number from the
book. "Mr Jones?  This is Mandy Munro from Coast Realty." Pause.  "I'm
fine. You?  That's good.  I'm ringing to let you know I will be your new
contact at Coast from now on.  No, Roy's Ok.  He's just moved into a new
position." A slight giggle.  "He's got other details on his mind now.  I've
been appointed the new manager and I would love to meet with you.  Next
Thursday?" I heard rustling as she must have written the date into her
diary.  "Great.  See you then."

   "Mmm," she said leaning back in the chair and I looked up at her from
under the desk, my tongue at her pussy.  "That's your place from now on."
She picked up the `phone and started working through all the names in my
contact book while I caressed her pussy with my tongue.  Mandy was nowhere
near cumming but was enjoying the feel of my tongue and the sight of me on
my knees in pantyhose.

   Sometime later, I was still under the desk, licking, my jaw aching when
I heard the office door open.  I cringed in shame.  "Mandy?" I heard
Lorraine's voice.

   "Yes, Lorraine?"

   "There's a Julie here to see Roy.  Where is Roy?" she asked in a puzzled
voice.

   "Under the desk."

   "What!"

   "I'll explain later.  Send her in." I didn't hear the door close and
wondered if any part of me could be seen from the reception area.

   "Hello, Mandy."

   Mandy pushed me away, straightened her skirt and moved to greet Julie.
"Julie," she said and I guessed they hugged each other.

   "Where is he?"

   "Under the desk," Mandy replied and they laughed.

   "Get out here, toy," Julie ordered and I crawled out.  Thankfully, the
office door was closed.

   "Toy?" Mandy laughed.  "I like that."

   "Stand up," Julie said, then laughed.  "The ribbon is great, isn't it?"
she said to Mandy.

   Mandy nodded.  "I like it.  Do you like it, Toy?"

   "No, Ms Munro.  I feel stupid."

   Julie raised her eyebrow.  "You are training him well.  Do you have
scissors?" Mandy pointed to a pair on the desk and Julie picked them up. 
"Here, Toy, cut the crotch of your pantyhose so we can see the ribbon." I
cut a circle out of the pantyhose.  "Bigger," Julie instructed and I cut
further.  I stood still for their inspection, my hard cock standing out
from my shaven groin, now totally exposed with the pink ribbon around the
base of my cock clearly visible.

   "That's better," said Mandy threw the piece of pantyhose into the waste
basket as both women dissolved into giggles.  When they'd recovered, Mandy
asked Julie, "Now, the reason for your visit?"

   "Yes, I want to take the Toy out.  Is that a problem?"

   "Not at all.  There's no real work for him here any more.  I'm moving
into this office and the new sales people will need Robert's old office so
take him for as long as you like." I hung my head at that news.  Not only
had I lost respect and control but, now, my business as well!

   "You're really moving along," Julie said admiringly.

   "This will be an all female office.  Except for the Toy, that is." They
laughed again.

   "Ok.  Get dressed, Toy, " Julie said and kissed Mandy on the cheek. 
"Thanks."

   I followed her out, trying to ignore the strange looks and giggles from
the staff.

   We left in Julies car and drove in silence to a nearby shopping mall. 
"Take the necktie off," she said as she walked off and I pulled it off,
dropping it on the car seat.

   I followed her into the mall, watching her wonderful ass move in her
short skirt.  Today, she was dressed in a loose cotton top, short casual
skirt and sandals with no stockings.  With her long blonde hair pulled
back, she looked fresh and non-threatening but I knew better.

   Julie walked into a pet store and took a thin pink leather dog collar
off a rack.  "Try this for size," she said and I looked at her in
puzzlement.  "Around your neck, stupid!" she snapped and I quickly slipped
it on, much to the amusement of the young woman behind the counter. 
"Kneel," she said and I did, drawing amused stares from a few of the people
in the shop.  I blushed in shame as Julie fastened the collar.  It was
tight.  "Good," she said, undoing the collar and moving to the counter. 
"Come on," she ordered and I stood next to as the young woman looked me up
and down in amusement.

   "You've got him trained," she said to Julie.

   "He's still got a way to go.  Do you have those little identification
tags for collars?" Julie asked.

   The woman showed her a pink metal disc.  "Like this?  Matches the
collar."

   "Can you engrave it?"

   The woman nodded.  "What do you want on it?"

   "Toy."

   "Toy?  T-O-Y?"

   "Yes.  I'll pay for it now and pick it up later." Julie paid and I
followed her out, cringing in humiliation.

   Next stop was a nearby women's hairdressing salon.  As it wasn't busy,
Julie got a spot straight away but the plump woman who ran the place was
surprised when Julie explained I was the one getting the hair-cut.  I
looked at Julie in horror.  I liked to keep my dark hair reasonably long.
I've been told, one of my good points.

   Julie smiled coldly at my expression and pointed at the chair.  With a
sinking feeling I sat down and the hairdresser who introduced herself as
Darlene, prepared me.

   "Now," Darlene looked at me in the mirror, "what would you like?"

   I opened my mouth but Julie spoke up.  "Don't ask him.  He does what I
say." Darlene looked at her with interest.  "Isn't that right?" Julie
snapped at me.

   I nodded.  "Yes," I murmured.

   "Speak up!"

   "I do what she says," I said in a broken voice

   Julie nodded in satisfaction and then instructed Darlene.  "I want it
very short and lightened.  No sideburns."

   Darlene blinked in amazement.  "Well," she said slowly, "that's a
different look.  Really different."

   "I want him to look different."

   Darlene shrugged.  "You're the boss."

   "I'll be back in a little while," Julie told Darlene then stared at my
reflection in the mirror.  "You obey Darlene in every way.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Julie," I replied and Darlene slowly shook her head, a sly grin
appearing on her face as Julie walked out.

   As she ran a brush through my hair, she asked," You'll do what I say?"

   "Yes," I said woodenly.

   "What a pity we're not somewhere private," she laughed.  "Oh well," she
sighed and started cutting.  I felt like crying as I watched my hair fall
to the floor.

   I was staring at the finished product in horror when Julie appeared in
the reflection behind me.  "Look's great," she smirked.  My hair was now a
much lighter and very, very short, almost like a yellow skull cap.  I
looked so different, I doubted anybody who knew me would instantly
recognise me.

   Darlene took the money and then coughed nervously, glancing at me and
back at Julie.  "Eh, um," she began.  "He really does everything," she
paused.  "You know, everything.....?" She trailed off and Julie smiled.

   "Oh yes.  Everything!" She laughed and Darlene blushed.  Then Julie
whispered, "I could lend him to you if you like?" Darlene fidgeted
nervously.  "I'll give you my card," smiled Julie.  "Call me if you want to
have a chat.  Or, maybe, borrow him." She winked and strode out with me
hurrying after her, my head feeling strange and a little cold in the new
hair style.

   Back to the pet shop.  "That's different," the young woman observed,
staring at my hair.

   "A new style," agreed Julie.  "Have you finished the engraving?" The
woman held up the pink leather collar with a pink metal disc attached with
`Toy' was engraved on it.  "How pretty!" exclaimed Julie.  "Just right. 
Kneel," she commanded and I did.  Luckily, this time the shop was empty.

   Julie fastened the collar around my neck and then produced a small gold
padlock which she used to close the collar permanently.  She tossed the
keys to the young woman.  "Throw those in the trash for me, please." The
woman looked surprised and stared down at the keys lying on the counter. 
How would I get the collar off, I thought desperately.  "Thanks for your
help," Julie said to the woman.  "Bring those with you," she ordered,
pointing at some packages which I picked up and I followed to her out into
the mall.

   Julie led the way into a small restaurant, selected a table and sat
down. I sat opposite her, conscious that the collar and tag could easily be
seen when the waitress arrived.

   "I'll have the fish special, thanks," Julie said.  "With a glass of
white wine.  He'll," she said looking at me, "have a small green salad and
a glass of water." The waitress shot me an amused look and walked away. 
"Hungry?" Julie asked, writing on a small piece of paper and slipping it
into an enveloped.

   "Yes," I said quickly.

   "You'll have to hurry then."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, afraid.

   "To get back to Darlene."

   "Darlene?  What for?"

   "I want you to ask her if you can show her your cock." My mouth dropped
open.  "When you have shown her and anybody else that wants to look, and
only after, give her this note." She slid the envelope across the table.

   "Julie, please," I begged.  "Please don't make me do this.  Please."

   "I'm sure Darlene will enjoy it.  She seemed interested.  If you're not
back by the time I've finished my food, you miss out and you'll stay
hungry." I stared into those cold eyes and knew I had no choice.

   Darlene seemed surprised when she saw me walk back into the hairdressing
salon.  She was just seeing a customer out when I arrived and she shut the
door, turning back to me.  "Yes?"

   I looked around the salon at the remaining customers and the other
hairdressers.  Blushing, I moved closer.  "I've been sent to ask you....."

   "Yes?  Go on."

   "If you would like to see my cock." It rushed out and I stood, waiting,
avoiding her eyes, thoroughly humiliated.

   Darlene was taken aback but recovered quickly.  The plump woman looked
around the salon.  "Here?  You mean here?"

   "If you want," I mumbled, looking down as shame swept over me.

   She cleared her throat and then licked her lips.  "Follow me," she said
and led me into a small kitchen and storage area.  Sitting down on a canvas
chair, Darlene crossed her thick legs and lit a cigarette, the butt quickly
stained by her thick red lipstick.

   "Ok," she said.  "Let's see it."

   I dropped my pants around my ankles, stood naked from the waist down
except for the pantyhose and the ribbon and hung my head in embarrassment.
Suddenly, much to my humiliation, I felt my cock stir and quickly grow
hard. I can't find this exciting, I screamed to myself!  I can't!  But my
cock remained hard and twitching.

   Darlene puffed on her cigarette and studied my cock.  "Well," she said
throatily, "It's been a while."

   "Here," I said, handing her the envelope and watched her open it. 
Silently, she read the note, looked at me and put it back in the envelope.

   "Tell her yes," she said.  Yes what, I thought?  What did this fat woman
agree to?  I reached down for my pants.  "Wait," she ordered, stubbing the
cigarette out in an ash tray, reaching into her handbag and retrieving her
lipstick.  Uncapping it, I watched in horror as she drew bright red
lipstick on the swollen head of my cock.  The sensation was incredible and
I wanted her to keep going as much as I wanted her to stop.  A few girlish
giggles escaped as she performed her task until the head of my cock was
bright red.

   I buckled my pants and left the salon, my cock hard in my pants.  Julie
was halfway through her fish and a small green salad sat in my place.  She
raised an eyebrow and I said, "She said yes."

   "Good," Julie smiled, sipped her wine and watched me.  "How's the
lipstick?"

   I blushed in shame.  "Please, Julie," I whispered, "don't do anything
else to me.  I've learned my lesson.  I promise."

   "This is not about lessons.  I thought I explained.  You'd better eat
up." I reached for my knife and fork and she shook her head.  "No, toys
don't use those.  Use your hands."

   Blinking back tears of humiliation I clumsily ate the salad with my
hands, much to the disgust of the other diners and to the amusement of the
waitress.

   "Hungry, isn't he?" the waitress observed.

   "No style," agreed Julie, watching me eat with a cold smile.

   "What's with the collar?"

   "Just proves I own him," Julie said, handing her credit card to the
waitress.  "Show her your tag," she said to me and I embarrassedly, showed
it.

   "Toy," said the waitress reading the engraving.  "I see," she said,
taking the bill and the credit card away.

   Julie led the way back to the car while I followed with the packages. 
Where next, I wondered fearfully?  What will they do to me now?

   I was surprised when she drove to her apartment.  Up three flights of
stairs, carrying the parcels while she took the elevator.  She had told me
I had to lose a little weight so regular exercise was important.

   Once inside the apartment, she motioned for me to place the parcels on
the bench.  "Strip," Julie said while she rummaged in one of the parcels,
pulling out a pair of brief white swimming briefs.  "Like them?" she said
holding them up.

   "I don't know," I answered obediently, naked with that stupid ribbon
around my cock and the head of my cock painted bright red with lipstick.

   Julie laughed so much at the lipstick on my cock that she had to wipe a
tear away from the corner of her eye.  "Fantastic!" she gasped.  "How do I
think of these things!" Still laughing, she pulled the camera from her bag.
"Hannah's going to love this!" Click!  Click!

   Julie then tossed me some tissues.  "Wipe it off," she commanded and I
got most of the dammed stuff off.  God, I wished I could jerk off, I needed
to cum

   "Assume the position." I took that meant to kneel so I did while she
produced a pair of scissors and started cutting the lining out of the
swimmers.  "I took a guess on your size," she said and suddenly giggled.

   I cleared my throat." Julie," I began," and she looked down at me.  My
throat was dry, my cock was hard and I felt humiliated having to ask.  "Can
I please cum?"

   "Horny, are we?" she sneered and I nodded.  "You haven't even seen my
panties today.  Would you like to see them?" she taunted.

   A mental image of her transparent panties from yesterday leapt into my
mind.  I nodded.  "Ask," she demanded.

   "Julie," I begged.  "Can I please see your panties?"

   A small victory smile played on her face as she lifted her short skirt
to reveal black lace panties.  My cock throbbed.  "Like them?" she
whispered.

   "Oh, yes," I moaned.  "Can I please jerk off?"

   "And cum?" she teased.

   "Please!  Please!" I begged.  "I need to!"

   She dropped her skirt hard look on her face.  "No," she stated coldly.
"You don't deserve to."

   "Please," I moaned.  "I'll do anything!" I sobbed.

   "You will any way," she sneered and my heart sank while my cock bobbed
and waved in front of my bald crotch.  "Here, stand up and try these on. 
You can take the ribbon off."

   As I struggled to pull the swimmers on, I realised they were a little
small but I finally got them on.  They were so tight, the outline of my
hard cock and bald balls was visible and the lack of a lining made it
worse. It was more obscene than being naked.

   "Turn around," and, as I did, she laughed.  "You red ass still shows the
whipping.  Good." Pointing at the floor, she said, "Wait here," and walked
to another room.  Sighing with frustration, I knelt on the floor.

   A little later, she returned, looking stunning in a black one piece
swimming suit.  Hair pulled back and sun glasses perched on her head, she
produced a red lipstick.  "Hold still," she ordered and she applied the
lipstick to my mouth while I knelt in front of her.

   Julie studied her handiwork.  "Perfect.  Come here," she beckoned to a
full length mirror and I cringed in embarrassment when I saw the
reflection. It wasn't me any more.  Short blonde hair, red lipstick, pink
collar and tight white swimming briefs with the shape my cock clearly out
lined.  I felt humiliated.  Click!  Click!  More pictures of my down fall.

   "What are you going to do?" I whispered, fearful of her next commands.

   "You need exercise," she smiled.  "A little swim.  The pool is on the
first floor.  You can walk down while I take the elevator."

   I gasped in horror.  "No, Julie, please."

   Her steely gaze showed no mercy.  "Get going."

   Nervously, I slipped into the corridor and into the stairwell.  Heart
pounding, I slowly walked down the two flights without seeing anyone, much
to my relief.  Julie was stretched out on a recliner, sunglasses on, when I
crept out to the pool deck.  To my embarrassment, I saw there were some
women in bikinis lounging around the pool and I heard whispered comments
and giggles.

   "Come here, toy," Julie said loudly and there were more giggles.  "Rub
my back with oil," she directed.  I poured oil onto my hands and started
rubbing her smooth back.  "Now my thighs." My cock stirred in it's tight
prison as I rubbed the oil into her long legs.

   Julie looked down at the outline of my hard cock.  "Looks like you need
cooling off," she said.  "Swim a few laps."

   Gratefully, I slipped into the pool and swam up and down a few times.  I
stood up and looked around for Julie.  She beckoned me and I climbed out of
the pool to the grins and wolf whistles of the group of women.  Face
burning, I looked down.  The swimming briefs had become almost transparent
and my cock and balls were exposed.

   Julie laughed.  "Come here, toy and massage my feet." Crouching next to
the recliner, I dutifully massaged her feet while my ears burnt from the
giggles and laughter coming from the other group.

   Finally, one of the women, dressed in a yellow bikini stood looking down
at me while I massaged.  "He always do what you want?" she asked and Julie
nodded, grinning.

   "Stand up, toy," she ordered.  "Show her your butt." I turned around and
the woman whistled, a broad smile on her face.  The other women gathered
around and giggled.

   "I like his briefs," one of them commented.

   "And his collar," another commented while I stood in humiliation.

   Julie stood up and gathered her things.  "I've got to go upstairs.  You
can keep him for a while, if you like." The women looked uncertainly at
each other for a moment "Don't worry, he will do everything you say.  And I
mean everything."

   "Ok," said the women in the yellow bikini.  "Sure!"

   Afraid, I looked pleadingly at Julie but she ignored it.  "Toy," she
instructed, "you are to obey these ladies and do everything the say. 
Understand?"

   Hanging my head, I murmured, "Yes, Julie," and she walked away, leaving
me alone.

   The women cheered and for the next hour, I massaged, rubbed oil and got
drinks for the women.  Most of the time, I had a hard cock and they took
great delight in watching me get hard, then making me swim to help me lose
the erection.  Then, it would start all over again.

   Finally, they demanded I pull the swimming briefs down and they laughed
at my shaven balls.  I wished the ground world swallow me up because, at
that precise moment, Julie returned with the camera.  Click!  Click!

   At last, I was allowed to pull those tight white swimming briefs up and
follow Julie to the car.  She had piled some packages and boxes in the back
seat but I couldn't see my clothes.  Right now, I would even welcome the
pantyhose back.

   "Please, Julie," I asked tentatively.  "Can I get dressed?"

   "You are dressed," she grinned.  "Get in."

   Julie drove to my house and, maliciously, she went through town so I was
stared at by people in other cars and had to suffer much finger pointing
and jeering.  Every now and again she would raise her skirt to show me her
black lace panties to make me hard in my revealing swimming briefs.  It was
embarrassing but, finally, we made it to my house.  Or, should that be,
Hannah's house now?

   She made me carry all the boxes in and, conscious of my ridiculous
outfit, I moved quickly and managed to complete it all in just two trips.

   Once inside, she started preparation for cooking while I, under her curt
instructions, set the table for two and arranged wine glasses and candles
in the centre of the table.  Soon, food was cooking in the oven and I knelt
in the corner as directed while Julie enjoyed a long hot shower.  I was
conscious of my own body odour and wished I could shower but it didn't seem
to be an option.

   Julie took ages in the shower, so long my knees began to hurt, but when
she emerged, it was worth it.  Smelling sweet and looking beautiful, she
appeared in a short tight black dress, black stockings and high heels with
her long blonde hair hanging free on her shoulders.  I knew I could not
compete with the vision she presented and, what's more, she knew it as
well!

   Pouring a glass of white wine, she arranged herself on the couch, her
long legs clad in sheer black nylon.  "Time for more exercise.  I think
about twenty push-ups.  Get started!"

   I managed to complete the twenty but was covered in sweat at the end. 
Sweat ran over my body and pooled around my balls and ass, caught by the
tight white swimmers.

   She studied me as I lay panting on the floor.  "You can take those off
now." With relief, I pulled the soaked swimmers off and knelt back on the
floor, naked.  "Rub yourself," she ordered.  "Get all that sweat from your
balls and ass on your hands.  Quickly!" I did as I was told and soon my
hands were covered in the sweat from my balls and ass.  "Now, rub it on
your face and in your hair." Puzzled, I followed the instructions,
wondering why.

   Placing her wine glass on the coffee table, Julie pulled some leather
cuffs from a bag.  Following her directions, I put them on around each
wrist and each ankle.  Each one was padlocked shut and, then, Julie connect
the wrist-cuffs to my collar with a thin chain and I found it impossible to
move my hands below my waist.  I couldn't even touch my cock!

   Two other chains were connected to the ankle cuffs and back to my arms
and I found myself in a position where I could only crawl as I could not
straighten up.  Bound into an animals position.

   Julie smiled down at me and I tried not to peek up her short skirt. 
"Comfortable, toy?" she laughed, squatting next to me with a rasp of nylon
and I strained for a glimpse between her legs.  I felt the bridle-like
object being strapped around my head before I saw it.  A round object was
forced into my mouth and the straps fastened tightly behind me.  "Mf?" I
tried to protest but it was too late.  I was silenced and confined to the
position of a dog!

   As I crouched on all fours, I felt her move behind me, the rustle of
packaging and Julie's fingers coating my ass with something wet.  "Little
puppy," she said as her fingers caressed my cock and soon I was moving, on
all fours, pumping my hard cock in her hand and hoping she will let me
spurt.

   Then I felt it!  Something against my ass, pushing, insisting and
painful.  "Ugghhh!" I cried into the gag as I felt the object move into my
ass.  Tears formed in my eyes and I tried to push away but gripped my balls
hard, causing me more pain as she mercilessly forced the intruder
completely into my ass.  Violated and humiliated, I slumped on the floor as
tears ran down my face

   A leather belt was locked around waist and thighs to keep the object in
place and I felt her stand beside me.  "I've won.  Look at you," she said
quietly with a touch of pride.  "You smell like an animal, you're on all
fours like pet puppy and you have a tail.  Accept your new life, toy!" I
looked behind me in horror and saw a looping tail of fake fur protruding
from the plug in my ass!

   Laughing, she picked up her glass and sauntered to the patio door.  I
stared at her shapely ass in the short figure hugging black dress and her
long legs through tear filled eyes.  Sliding open the door, she beckoned
me. "Come here, puppy." I crawled over, my ass sore and conscious of the
tail waving from side to side.

   Julie pointed at the small patch of lawn next to the patio.  "If you
want a piss, you'd better do it now.  There won't be another chance." I
looked at her in horror and tried to talk through the gag while she stared
at me coldly over the wide rim of her wine glass.  With a sinking heart, I
knew I had no choice and I did need to piss.

   Gingerly, I crawled on all fours over the patio, grimacing as my knees
were scraped and crouched on the little patch of lawn.  Luckily, the patio
and lawn area was shielded from the street by a wall so I had some privacy.


   How do I do this, I thought?  I can't hold my cock so I tried to raise a
leg and let go.  The stream of piss splattered into the lawn, spraying on
my legs and some drops reaching my stomach.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw Julie casually leaning against the doorway watching with amusement.

   Finally, I finished and slowly crawled back to the house, my tail
waving. "Good puppy," Julie said and, bursting into laughter, she went into
the house and I followed.  She was standing in the centre of the room, legs
apart and I felt a twinge of fear as I saw she was hiding something behind
her back.

   Crouching in front of her, I waited.  "Down," she ordered and, all
resistance gone, I slumped on my side.  Julie, legs apart, stood next to me
and my eyes travelled up the sheer black nylon of her legs to her crotch. I
could just see her sheer pantyhose but no sign of panties in the shadow up
her dress.  I had been aroused for so long without relief, the idea of
looking up her dress caused my cock to surge into hardness.

   "Puppy's on heat," she smirked squatting next to me and her long fingers
gently stroked my cock.  Her touch was electric and I trembled.  I so
wanted to cum and I made muffled sounds of pleading through my gag.  Julie
produced a half inch wide strip of black dressmakers elastic and slipped it
around the middle of my cock.  In embarrassment, I noticed it had a small
bell attached to it.

   "There," Julie said, standing up.  "A pet bell to tell us where our toy
is." Her cold eyes stared at me and she said," Destiny."

   When I returned from my trance, I worriedly looked up at her and she
smiled.  "Oh, don't worry," she laughed coldly, "I'll tell you what I've
done.  I've removed the blocker that prevents you from reaching orgasm." My
eyes must have shown my delight and she smirked.  "The only problem is that
you can't reach your cock, can you?  You'll have to rub against something
like the little puppy you now are.  And when you do, you'll be admitting to
Hannah and I that you are exactly that, our little mindless puppy!"

   I was finished, all resistance had left me.  Julie attached a lead to my
collar.  On all fours, my cock bell tingling, I followed her to a corner
and she attached the lead to the refrigerator handle.  "Now, puppy," she
said.  "You wait there for Hannah to come home.  And I want you to behave
when we have our dinner or there'll be trouble."

   I lay whimpering in the corner, my ass stinging from my tail plug and my
jaws hurting from the gag.  Julie ignored me, readying the meal until I
heard a car drive into the garage.  Julie rushed into the bathroom and
started running the bath.

   Hope surged within me!  Hannah would take pity on me, I knew it!  She
had to!  Julie stood by the door, turned to look at me with a smile and
raised her dress!  She was wearing sheer black pantyhose with no panties
and my cock sprang into hardness.

   The door opened and Hannah walked wearily into the room and smiled at
the glass of wine offered by Julie.  "What a nice surprise," she said,
taking the wine.

   "Here's another," Julie said, kissing Hannah passionately.  They broke
away and Julie, taking Hannah's hand, led her towards me.  "Come see our
new pet," she said.  Hannah saw me then , her eyes widened in shock and I
felt elated.  Hannah would free me!  She would hate what Julie has done to
me!

   Dropping Julies hand and moving closer, she looked down at me.  I tried
to make pleading looks with my eyes as Julie slipped her arms around
Hannah's waist and looked over Hannah's shoulder at me.  "Doesn't he look
gorgeous?" she whispered in Hannah's ear.

   Hannah started giggling, tried to stifle her giggles with her hand but
gave up, laughing loudly.  "My god!  He's a dog!" she exclaimed.

   "Meet toy," Julie said, laughing herself and I knew I was defeated.  It
was hopeless.

   Hannah knelt to look at me holding my bridle as I tried to move my head
from her gaze.  "He looks so different and," she screwed her pretty face,
"he smells.  Phew!"

   Hannah stood and Julie held her again as they looked at me.  "He's just
an animal," Julie said and I hung my head.  "Get up, puppy," she commanded
and I did as Hannah dissolved into giggles again.

   "A tail!" she said in disbelief but laughing.

   "Move your tail, puppy," Julie said and I knew I had to obey.  Tears
were starting to form in Hannah's eyes as she watched me moved my tail from
side to side.  "Look," said Julie pointing at my hard cock.  "he's enjoying
this.  Ring your bell, puppy," she said and I twitched my cock .

   Hannah burst into laughter again at the sound of the bell and turned
around to face Julie.  "Julie, you are so wicked," she said, looking deeply
into the other woman's eyes.

   Julie took Hannah's hand and slid it up her skirt to her crotch.  "Feel
just how wicked I am," she whispered.

   "Your pantyhose is soaked," murmured Hannah.  "You're so wet."

   "Aren't you?"

   "You'll have to find out," she whispered and I watched as Julie's hand
slid up Hannah's skirt.

   "Oooooh," moaned Hannah and leaned into Julie.  I was so aroused, my
cock throbbed and the bell rang.

   "We're ringing puppy's bell," murmured Hannah and they giggled as they
hugged each other.

   Julie held Hannah at arms length.  "I've prepared you a nice hot bath.
Why don't you enjoy that bath, we have a nice dinner and then.....?" she
raised an eyebrow.

   "Do I have to wait that long?" Hannah said softly and Julie nodded,
smiling broadly.  "You're such a tease," protested Hannah.  "But," she
added with a smile, "I love you for it."

   Julie gave me a victorious smile as she led Hannah off to the bathroom.
Hannah did not look back.  Not even once.  I realised that, with a falling
heart, I was no longer important to my wife.  All love had transferred to
Julie and I was an object, a thing of derision.

   Julie returned and tinkered in the kitchen, preparing the meal while I
crouched next to the refrigerator, watching her.  My eyes were glued to her
long, pantyhose covered legs as she moved around the kitchen, bending over
the oven and bench top.  My cock bell tingled a lot and Julie looked over
every now and again, smiling at my hard cock.

   She brought a cardboard box from the den, placed it on the coffee table
and then brought the plates of food to the table as Hannah, fresh and
perfumed in a simple dress, walked in.  She was in bare feet and looked
down at the dinner table as Julie lit the candles.  "Nice," she said. 
"You're wonderful."

   "Just what you need after a long day," Julie said, offering a glass of
wine.

   Julie clicked my lead free from the collar and joined Hannah at the
table.  For a few moments they ate in silence.

   "This is wonderful," Hannah said and Julie beamed in pride.

   "Thank you.  I enjoyed preparing it for you."

   Hannah looked over at me and smiled.  "You certainly prepared him!"

   Julie smiled back her.  "My gift.  Your own puppy." They both laughed
and then, Julie called, "Come here, puppy." I crawled over to the table as
the women giggled when the bell tingled.

   Hannah beckoned me and I crouched next to her.  "Good puppy," she
laughed and patted me on the head.  Julie called me and I crawled to her
and she looked at me seriously.  "Would you like me to take your bridle
off?" I nodded vigorously, my jaws aching.  "If I do, puppies don't talk
unless we allow them to be a special talking puppy," she said.  Hannah
laughed as she sipped her wine, watching me.  "And special talking puppies
always call us Mistress.  Understand puppy?" and I nodded again.  Her cool
fingers ran over my face as she removed the gag and, at last, I was able to
close my mouth.

   "Down," said Julie pointing at the carpet next to the table.  "Puppies
put their heads down," she reminded and I lay my head on the carpet, almost
under the table.

   They ate in silence for a while, with quiet, smouldering looks passed
across the table.  Just the clink of cutlery and glasses.

   "I've put his wallet, car keys etc in that box," Julie said to Hannah,
pointing at the box on the coffee table "Puppy's don't need that stuff,"
giggling again.

   "I'll cancel it all.  What's in the envelope?"

   "Souvenirs," Julie said, standing up and returning to her seat with a
large envelope.  "Photographs of the days events." When she sat down, she
swivelled her legs slightly towards me and let them drift open.

   While they examined the photographs of Julie had taken of me with gales
of laughter, I quietly moved forward, trying to look up Julie's dress.  I
knew she didn't have panties on and I could just make out her crotch in the
sheer pantyhose.  I strained to see more, my cock pulsing in hardness.

   I was suddenly aware of silence at the table and, just as my cock bell
rang, I realised they were watching me, smiling.

   "He's trying to look up my dress," explained Julie.

   "Naughty puppy," Hannah giggled.

   "Here, puppy," Julie said, moving her chair back and stretching her long
legs out after slipping her shoes off.  "Come here."

   My mouth dry, I crawled closer and crouched on all fours in front of her
as Julie slid one foot between my legs.  I looked into her cold smiling
eyes and, remembering what she had said when she had reprogrammed me,
realised what she was doing.  But I didn't care any more, I needed to cum!

   Julie spread her legs and hiked her dress up to reveal her bald pussy in
the sheer black pantyhose.  The bell rang loudly and I felt the my cock
touch her leg.

   Staring at her pussy enshrined in the pantyhose, I found myself rubbing
the sensitive underside of my cock against her nylon covered leg.  Faster
and faster I humped, groaning and staring at her pussy lips flattened
against the nylon gauze.

   "Look," said Hannah.  "He's humping your leg like a dog!"

   Julie smiled down at me as I slid my slippery cock up and down against
the nylon of her pantyhose.  "I told you he likes being a puppy," she said
as I got closer to the edge of orgasm, my eyes fixed on her pussy. 
Trembling, thrusting in and out, rubbing myself against the nylon, I pumped
load after load of cum onto her leg with a anguished groan of pleasure.  It
had been so long!

   Humiliated, I looked down while Julie stared at the cum dripping from
the black nylon of her pantyhose.  "Naughty, puppy," she scolded, her eyes
glinting.  "Lick it up." I looked at her in shock but saw no pity in her
eyes.  Bending down, I gingerly licked up my cum, swallowing quickly as the
salty taste dominated my mouth.

   "Yuck!" exclaimed Hannah.

   Julie rearranged her dress and that wonderful pussy disappeared from
view.  She placed her plate on the carpet.  "Here you are, puppy," she
said, grinning.  "Some scraps." Humiliated even more than I thought
possible, I crouched over the plate and ravenously ate up the scraps while
the women watched and giggled.  Hannah's plate was placed on the floor as
well and the women drank wine and chatted while I ate my scraps.

   Pushing their chairs back, they took their glasses of wine and walked
hand in hand up the stairs to the bedroom as I watched them go.  I heard
giggles from upstairs and I blinked back the tears.

   A few moments later, Julie bounded down the stairs in her stocking feet.
"Wait, my love," she called up the stairs.  "I forgot to put the dog out."

   The lead was snapped onto my collar and she led me to the garage where
she fixed it to a pipe near a rough bed of rags next to Hannah's Porsche.
With a quick movement, the bridle and the gag was reapplied and, once
again, I was silenced.  "I don't want you barking all night and disturbing
us," she grinned.

   I looked up at her as she stood, hands on hips, grinning down at me. 
"So, toy, you proved me right.  Just as I knew you would.  This," she said,
pulling her dress up to reveal her pantyhosed pussy, "drives you crazy." A
tiny laugh of victory.  "I guess you know by now that humping our legs is
probably as close to our pussies your miserable cock is going to get! 
Sleep tight." Laughing loudly, she flicked the light off and stepped back
into the house, closing the door behind her.

   I felt miserable.  My ass hurt from the butt plug and tail but, worse
than the physical pain, I felt mentally lost and shamed.  In one short week
I had lost everything!  Now, I had nothing and was nothing in the eyes of
my wife.

   Settling down in my bed of rags in the darkness and dreading the
morning, I cried myself to sleep.  I woke early, stiff, sore and anxious to
relieve myself.  Straining my ears, I couldn't hear any noise in the house.
Striving to make a noise, I whimpered into my gag.  I needed to piss and
shit but I needed someone to remove the tail butt plug.

   Finally, I heard a noise, the connecting door opened and Hannah, wrapped
in her robe, looked down at me.  Smiling coldly, she dropped a bunch of
small keys in front of me.  "Unlock yourself, shower and shave as usual. 
Yes," she answered my unspoken question, "you can remove your tail," she
laughed.  "But,", she added, "clean the plug and bring your tail to my
room. Now," she snapped, "be quick!" As I scrambled for the keys, I watched
her sweep away.

   I groaned as I, at last, stood up straight and could move my jaw freely.
Unfortunately, there was no key for the collar.

   Gingerly, I pulled the butt plug from my ass and grimaced at the sight
of the dirty device.  Holding it carefully, I ran up to the bathroom where
I cleaned the plug, relieved myself and started shaving my crotch and face.


   At least, with short hair, it didn't take a lot of time to dry after the
shower.  I also thought it safe to replace the elastic and bell around my
cock.  Nervously, I tapped on the door to her room, tail butt plug in the
other hand and waited for the command to enter.

   "Come in," Hannah said through the door.  She was seated up in the bed,
her long black hair cascading over the pillows stacked behind her as a
support.  A lump under the bedclothes next to her told me where Julie was.
"You remember yesterday's instructions about talking?"

   "Yes Mistress," I answered.

   "Good.  Put your tail on the dressing table.  It is clean, isn't?" she
asked quickly.

   "Yes Mistress," I replied and lay the tail on the dressing table.

   "Take a good look at it, toy.  You upset me or disappoint me again and
you will be back as our puppy.  Next time for a long period."

   "Maybe forever," I looked around and saw that Julie had pulled her self
up and cuddled next to Hannah, her long blonde hair spilling over her naked
brown shoulders.

   "Now," instructed Hannah.  "We would like breakfast in bed.  Hurry!" My
cock bell rang as I scurried from the room and the giggling women.

   When I returned with the tray, Julie was brushing Hannah's hair and the
bed linen had fallen to reveal her wonderful, bouncing breasts.  I gaped at
her large breasts, my cock growing hard and Julie smiled at me as she
tenderly brushed Hannah's hair.

   Hannah noticed my gaze and smiled.  Those beautiful breasts were once
mine to hold but were no longer.  "Put it there," she said and I placed the
tray next to the bed.

   I stood, naked with my cock bell, next to the bed and waited. 
Languidly, they rearranged themselves in the bed to eat their breakfast. 
Munching on some toast, Hannah gestured downstairs.  "Get down stairs and
clean the kitchen and the other rooms.  I want them spotless!"

   Dismissed, I headed downstairs and spent the next few hours completing
the housework, naked.  The telephone rang a few times but was quickly
answered upstairs.

   Soon, I heard them coming down the stairs.  They were hand in hand,
Hannah in a cream blouse and blue jeans and Julie in a black business suit
with black hose.  At the bottom of the stairs, Julie kissed Hannah.  "I'll
be back soon."

   "Hurry back," replied Hannah.

   "About an hour and a half.  That's all." They kissed again and Julie
walked past me to the door.  "Goodbye, toy," she said.  "Enjoy the
morning," she said with a laugh and left.

   I went back to work and tried my best or, so I thought.  I finished in
about an hour and I stood waiting for instructions.

   Hannah inspected my work and found it wanting.  "What's this!" she
demanded at some scuff marks on the kitchen cupboards.  "And this?" she
pointed at the front of the refrigerator.  She moved around the kitchen
finding more and more and becoming more and more angry.

   I started to panic.  "I'm sorry, Mistress," I began hesitantly.

   "Shut the fuck up!" she roared.  "Who asked you to speak?" Hannah stood
with hands on hips in exasperation.  "What a half assed job!  No attention
to detail!  Pathetic!  I was looking forward to relaxing with a book in a
clean house.  Now, I'll have to clean up after your pathetic attempt at
cleaning!"

   "But, Hannah," I protested and she slapped me hard across my face!

   "Mistress to you, you pussy licker!" she screamed and I tried to move
back but she grabbed my cock.  Despite the fear I was feeling, her touch
made me hard.

   She felt my growing cock, looked down and sneered at me.  "You really
get off on this!  Don't you?"

   Her hand started moving up and down my cock.  "Yes, Mistress," I
whispered, hoping she would let me cum.  I'd do or say anything to cum.

   Suddenly, she pulled me towards the garage and I had no choice but to
follow as she dragged brutally on my cock.  Hannah flicked the light on and
her black Porsche glinted in the light.

   With a hard shove, I found myself face down on the hood, my hard cock
bent against the cold metal of the car while I heard Hannah scramble in the
corner where I had spent the night.  She was picking up the harness and
bridle as well as some rope and my heart sank.  I don't want to be a puppy
again, I moaned to myself, but, strangely, my cock grew harder at the
thought of it.

   "Follow me, toy," she snapped and I hurried after her and up the stairs
to her bedroom, my cock bell tingling.  With alarming precision, the wrist
cuffs were fastened and joined with lengths of rope.  The rope was then
tied to the curtain rails and I found myself facing the window curtains
with my arms raised , starlike over my head.

   Hannah forced my mouth open and the gag and bridle were strapped around
my head.  Once again, I was silenced.  To my horror, she pulled the
curtains back from the floor to ceiling window and I looked down on the
street.  A family was walking down the footpath and a car drove past. 
Could they see me?  I tried to shrink back but couldn't.

   With a flick, Hannah turned the light off.  "They can't see you now,"
she said.  "But, I can turn the light back on at any minute."

   I looked out onto the street and saw Julie's car turn into the driveway
just as I felt the first swat on my ass.  I yelped into the gag and Hannah
laughed.  She brandished her tennis racquet and she hit me again.  My ass
was still sore from Mandy's belting and the tail butt plug so the swipes
from the racquet hurt even more.

   "I put up with you and your half assed behaviour for three years,"
Hannah said bitterly.  "Wasted three years on you."

   Swat!  "Mmft!" I gurgled into the gag.

   "Well," I heard Julie say as she entered the room.  "I heard the noise
from downstairs.  A little bit of fun."

   The spanking stopped and I heard them kiss.  "I missed you," Hannah
said.

   "I missed you.  Look.  I got you a present." Rustling of paper.

   "Oh my god!" Hannah exclaimed.  "I've never seen anything like this." I
tried to turn my head far enough around to see but couldn't.  "I've heard
of them but..."

   "Why not try it out?" Julie said and I felt a shiver of fear at the tone
in her voice.

   "You mean....?" Then, some giggles.

   "Why not?  Show him you really are the boss."

   I heard kissing and then, Julie's soft voice.  "You can do it.  And I
want to watch." A quick rustle of clothing.  "Look what the idea of
watching you does to me."

   "You're wet."

   "I know.  Do it," she urged.

   "All right," Hannah said with a laugh.  "He deserves it.  But, you'll
have to help me."

   I heard more rustling and I looked over my shoulder.  My cock was very
hard and the sight of Hannah completely naked seemed to make it even
harder. Julie was standing next to her, smiling coldly at me as she held a
huge strap on dildo in her hand.

   "Mmfft!" I protested, shaking at my bonds, causing the cock bell to
ring. "I think he's seen it," Julie said, laughing as she stepped out of
her skirt.  My cock twitched at the sight of her in white lace bra and
black pantyhose.

   "I'll just go to the bathroom," Hannah said and I watched her tits
bounce as she skipped away.

   "Bring some lubricant back," Julie called after her.  The bathroom door
closed and Julie was pushing her pantyhose groin against my ass, whispering
in my ear, "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered, her fingers tickling
my shaven balls.  "Watching her fuck you." We heard the toilet flush and
Julie sat back on the bed.

   "Well," Hannah said uncertainly when she returned.  "Do you think I
really should?"

   "Of course.  Think of all the things he's done to you.  He means nothing
to you now.  You know that.  He's an animal.  Remember, you've got me." I
heard Julie kiss her and whisper softly.  "The idea of it is really getting
me hot."

   "Your pantyhose is soaked," Hannah murmured.

   "Do it.  You know you want to.  He's so low, he'll probably get off on
it.  Here, let me put it on for you."

   "Ohhh," Hannah moaned and I guessed Julie was caressing her pussy.

   "This buckles here so this little bit fits on your clit.  How does that
feel?"

   "Hmmm.  Nice." Hannah walked into my line of sight and I gasped in
horror into my gag.  The strap-on dick hung obscenely from her pussy as she
evilly stroked it.

   Julie knelt in front of her and, leering at me, said, "Let me get it wet
for you." My cock surged as I watched Julie suck that fake cock.  Although
I wanted to tear my eyes away, I couldn't and watched as Julie slid the
fleshy coloured cock in and out of her red lipstick covered mouth.  The
pressure of her clit was making Hannah moan and she tossed her head back,
her big tits moving as she did.

   Julie pulled back, flicked her long blonde hair over her naked shoulders
and moved over to me, something in her hand.  Gripping my waist, she pulled
me back so, with my arms tied above me, I was now bent over slightly at the
waist.  The curtains were pulled back even more and light flooded the room.
"Do you think they'll be able to see you get fucked in the ass by your
ex-wife?" she laughed as I struggled.

   Hannah laughed as well.  "Ex-wife?  I like that."

   Something cool was being spread on my ass and I felt Julie's fingers
start to probe.  It felt different and, even though I knew it shouldn't
feel that way, it also felt exciting.

   Suddenly, I felt the fake cock at the entrance of my ass and I
instinctively tightened, trying to force it out.  "You'd better let it in,"
whispered Julie.  "No use fighting it.  Your Mistress is going to fuck you
whether you like it on not.  Aren't you, Hannah?"

   "Yes," Hannah said throatily as she forced it in and I screamed into the
gag.  "I'm going to fuck your ass, slave!" It slid in further and I knew I
had to try to relax or it would tear me apart.

   Suddenly, with a wrench the cock was completely in and I screamed again,
tears running from my eyes.  Hannah didn't move as I sobbed brokenly into
the gag.  I felt so full, so used, so hard as Hannah pressed her big naked
tits against my back.

   "Look out the window, slave," she urged and I blinked the tears away to
see a woman jogging past.  "That's Elaine.  You know, the young woman from
up the street you're always drooling over.  What would she think if she
knew you were getting fucked in the ass by your Mistress?"

   "Maybe she can see," Julie laughed.

   Hannah started moving in and out.  "Hmm," she moaned.  "This feels so
good.  If I keep this up, I'm going to cum."

   "You cum, my love," urged Julie.  "Look, he's loving this." My cock
bobbed around, the bell tingling.

   "Take his gag off," Hannah said.  "I want to hear him moan as I fuck
him."

   Julie was laughing as she removed the bridle and wiped the tears off my
face.  "Poor little slave's been crying," she said.

   I cried out as Hannah pulled back and then rammed in, out and in. 
Moaning, I hung my head as Hannah mercilessly fucked my ass.  "I feel so, I
don't know, ooh but it feels great!" Hannah said huskily.

   "You feel powerful," Julie said.  "And you look so powerful.  Slam it
in!"

   "Ooh baby," moaned Hannah as she slammed in and out of my helpless ass.

   "Fuck him, Hannah!  Fuck him!" Julie urged.  "Let me kiss your breasts."

   "Ohhhh," moaned Hannah, slamming faster and faster, rocking me back and
forth.

   "Cum, baby.  You are sooo sexy, soo powerful," I heard Julie whisper.

   I felt Hannah press against my back and fondle my balls.  "Does toy want
to cum?" she demanded, gasping.

   "Please, Mistress, " I cried, my cock bell ringing.

   "We let him cum last night," reminded Julie.

   Hannah pushed off me and sawed the dildo in and out.  "You're right. 
Not today, toy.  But I'm going to!" she cried.

   "Yes, baby," urged Julie.  "That's it."

   "Oh, my god!" Hannah cried out as she came, her body trembling and the
dildo slowed and, then, stopped.  Exhausted and sweating, I hung in my
bonds, the strap-on fixed firmly in my ass, listening to Julie stroking and
soothing Hannah behind me.

   "Let me unbuckle this for you." Julie said.  I felt Hannah move away but
the fake cock was still embedded in my ass.  "How do you feel?"

   "I feel wonderful.  That was certainly different."

   "My warrior queen," Julie murmured and Hannah giggled.  "You looked so
beautiful when you came.  So powerful." The sound of kissing.

   "He looks stupid with that cock hanging out of his ass," laughed Hannah.

   "Now, sweetie," said Julie, "go and have a relaxing bath.  It's Sunday
after all.  We can take it easy."

   "What about you?  You're so wet."

   "I'll be fine.  I'll use a toy." Giggles.  " Now, go!" The sound of a
playful slap on a rump and the bathroom door closing.

   I felt Julie walk close to me.  "Oh, a little blood," she giggled as she
examined my ass.  "Guess Hannah broke your hymen." My wrists fell free. 
"On your knees," instructed Julie and, slowly with my ass still full, I
knelt in front of Julie's pantyhose legs, the window to my left.  Julie
placed a chair side-on to the window, flicked the light on and sat in front
of me.  My cock bell rang as I stared into her pantyhose covered pussy.

   "They can see you now," she said softly and I jerked my head to the
window in shock.  "Look back here!" she hissed and I returned my gaze to
her pussy, framed in pantyhose.  "Yes, they can see you clearly but only
half of me.  They won't know who you're going down on but they will know
it's you!  Kiss my pussy through the pantyhose."

   I leaned forward and her long fingers ran through my short blonde hair.
"This won't take long," she moaned.  "I'm so hot from watching Hannah fuck
you!" Suddenly, she pulled my head up.  "Stay there, keep looking at my
pussy," she ordered.  "That woman that jogged past us before is out there.
What was her name?  Ah, yes.  Elaine." Humiliation ran through me.  "Good,"
Julie said softly.  "She's stopping.  Standing by the tree.  Looks about
twenty or so?  Who cares.  Ok, toy, bring me off!"

   She pulled my face into her pussy and I kissed it through the nylon,
face bright with shame at the thought of the young neighbour watching.  My
tongue couldn't penetrate through the black nylon but Julie ground her
pussy against my face while holding my head still.  "Oh yes," she moaned.
"She's really watching now.  Now she knows what a pussy licker you are! 
Ohhhh," she moaned, gripping my head with her thighs as she rolled into
orgasm until, finally, she released me.

   Slowly, I raised my head and, suddenly, Julie slapped me hard across my
cheek!  "Yes," she smiled with satisfaction.  "She saw that!" Pulling the
curtain shut, she laughed at me.  "Always have to create the right
impression, slave."

   I watched her pantyhose ass swing across the room and my cock bell
tingled.  "My turn for a shower," she said, stretching and I ogled her
large breasts in the lacy white bra.  "You clean up and clean that
strap-on. I want it really clean.  Be thankful I don't make you clean it
with your mouth."

   In pain and shame, I waddled to the bathroom, my ass stuffed with the
cock, my own hard cock bobbing in front of me and the bell tingling.  What
else were they capable of?

   It hurt like hell when I removed the dildo and it was in a disgusting
mess.  I couldn't look at it at first as I cleaned it under the tap. 
Finally, it was clean.  After my shower, I took my aching body and the
strap-on back to Hannah's bedroom.

   After tapping on the door, I was summoned inside where I found them
dressed in jeans and T-shirts, seated on the bed.  Hannah was brushing
Julie's long blonde hair.

   "Is that clean?" snapped Julie.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Put it back in the box."

   "Look," said Hannah, brushing.  "No cock bell."

   "I'll run back and get it, Mistress," I said in panic.  "I'm sorry.  I
forgot."

   Julie laughed at my panic.  "Never mind.  I was getting sick of hearing
the dam thing.  Seems he's always hard these days." Relieved, I placed the
strap-on back into the box and knelt by the end of the bed, waiting.

   Julie smiled as she looked down at me.  "He's becoming well trained,
isn't he?"

   Hannah paused in her brushing for a moment.  "Yep.  Good to see." She
resumed the brushing.  "How will we spend our Sunday?"

   "There's a new exhibition at the gallery.  Then a nice casual dinner by
the harbour?"

   "Sounds wonderful.  Toy can finish the cleaning," said Hannah, glaring
at me.

   "Maybe later.  I had a call on my cell phone before.  I've got a job for
toy," she said and laughed.  Hannah went down to the den to make a few
calls to patients while Julie looked through some bags of old clothes in
the attic.

   Giggling, she returned with a few items as Hannah walked back in.

   "Patients all ok?" Julie asked and Hannah nodded.  "Good.  We can enjoy
our day off.  Tough that Toy has to work." They laughed.

   Julie tossed a pair of white stretchy ladies shorts to me.  "Put those
on," she said.  I looked at them puzzled.  The opening seemed to be in the
wrong place.

   Hannah saw the puzzled look.  "The opening goes on the side, stupid." I
struggled to pull the shorts up around my waist and Julie zipped the
opening closed.  The white shorts were high cut with a high waist so the
bottom of my ass hung out of the legs and my cock and balls bulged plainly
through the smooth thin material.

   A short red, cut-off t-shirt was next.  The shirt was too small and just
covered the top of my stomach and my pink collar and tag could be easily
seen.  Both women laughed hysterically at me and my cock started to stir
with the humiliation.

   "Look, he's getting hard.  He likes this," said Hannah in disgust.

   "I told you," Julie said.  "He's nothing but a slut.  Come here, slut."
I knelt in front of her and she applied red lipstick to my lips and some
thick mascara to my eye lashes.  She studied her handiwork and grinned. 
"Very slutty.  What about his feet?" she asked Hannah.

   "He's got some white sandals.  He hates them.  Get those, Toy.  No sox."


   They were fixing their make-up when I returned with the sandals on, so I
knelt and waited.

   Finished, they turned to me.  "I've arranged for a car to take you
there," said Julie and I recoiled, aghast, I didn't want any one to see me
like this, but she ignored my shocked look.  "A car will also pick you up
at a certain time.  You are to obey everyone.  Understand?"

   I hung my head.  "Yes, Mistress."

   "You will be given an envelope.  Bring it back here.  Unopened.  Got
it?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Oh, just one other thing," said Hannah.  "Destiny."

   When I returned from my trance, both women were laughing loudly.

   "Tell him," Julie giggled.

   "Toy, you get to cum if you can figure out how." They stifled their
laughter but burst into laughter again at the puzzled look on my face.  "A
million people can tell you to cum but you won't.  There is only one way
for you to get relief and we're not telling!" They laughed again as I hung
my head.

   The women stopped laughing when they heard the beep of a car horn. 
"There's the car.  Come on, Toy."

   Reluctantly, I followed them down the stairs where Hannah pointed out my
reflection in the wall mirror.  Flushing with shame, I stared at the male
slut in the mirror.  Really short, almost white hair, red lipstick, pink
leather collar and tag.  The red cut-off shirt drew attention to my bare
stomach and my cock and balls were visible through the smooth front of
tight stretchy material of the shorts.  The sandals were ones I hated,
white and strappy and, after being made to turn around by Hannah, I was
shocked to see the bottom of my ass hanging out.

   "Such a slut," Hannah said and the car horn sounded again.

   Julie smiled, caressed my cock through the shorts with her long fingers
and giggled when she felt my cock grow hard.  "Hope you find the way to
cum," she giggled again.

   Hannah opened the front door and, with the women laughing behind me, my
hard cock rubbing in my shorts, I stepped into the sun.  Looking around, I
quickly ran down the path to the car.  "Sit in the front seat," Julie
called and I slid in to the car, my face red with embarrassment and my ass
still stinging as I shut the door behind me.

   The driver, an older woman in a dark blue uniform, looked at me from
behind her sunglasses for a long moment.  I flushed as I felt her gaze move
up and down my body, resting on my groin.  "I'm flattered but I don't think
you're that glad to see me." Then, shaking her head, she put the car in
gear and we drove off.

   We drove in silence for about half an hour.  Every now and again, she
would look over at me, inspect me and then look away, an amused look on her
face.  My ass was painful and it felt open and gaping.

   Finally, she stopped in front of a house in the suburbs and, the motor
still running, looked me up and down again.  "This is it.  Out," she said.

   Gingerly, I eased myself out of the car.  She gave a low wolf whistle
and, blushing, I tried to pull the shorts down to cover my ass.

   I scurried to the front porch of the house, hearing the car roar away as
I tentatively knocked on the door.  In a few moments, I heard someone
inside the house, the door opened and a grinning Darlene looked me up and
down.  Darlene!  The plump hairdresser that had butchered my hair on
Julie's instructions!

   "I'm told I'm to call you Toy.  That right?"

   "Yes," I said in a low voice, hopeful she would let me in, away from the
street.  Nervously, I looked around.

   "I'm also told YOU have to call me Miss Darlene!"

   "Yes, Miss Darlene."

   "Love your little outfit," she grinned, leaning against the door.  "It's
all on display there, isn't it.  I can see everything you've got."

   "Yes, Miss Darlene," I said humiliated.

   At last, she took pity on me.  "All right, Toy, come in." Shutting the
front door, I followed her large ass into a simple formal room.  Darlene
was dressed in a matronly pink frock with a white lace collar and white
stockings and shoes.  She had white gloves on and I saw a hat on the hall
table as we passed.  It looked like Miss Darlene had just got back from
church.

   Darlene arranged herself primly on the sofa and I knelt at her feet.  I
had been instructed to obey so I thought I should treat her as my mistress.


   She nodded when she saw me kneel and sat back.  "She's trained you well.
Now, you have to obey me?"

   "Yes Miss Darlene."

   "Do any thing I say?"

   "Yes Miss Darlene."

   She giggled like a little girl.  "This will be fun.  There's some
chilled wine in the kitchen.  Get me a glass."

   "Yes Miss Darlene." I scurried to the kitchen, found the wine, poured a
glass and returned.

   "Get naked," she said while sipping the wine.  It didn't take long and I
was nude.  Darlene gestured at my bald groin.  "She make you shave that?"

   "Every day, Miss Darlene."

   "She's a bitch, isn't she?" Darlene smiled.  "Come here." I stood in
front of her and she gently took my cock in her gloved hand, slowly moving
up and down.  Instantly hard, my breathing became ragged.  "Would you like
to cum, Toy?"

   "Yes, please Miss Darlene."

   Her hand stopped moving but still circled my cock.  "Fuck my hand," she
commanded and I pushed my cock in and out of her gloved hand while she
laughed at my lewd display.

   "Sorry, Toy," she laughed.  "This isn't the way for you to cum.  I
promised I wouldn't tell you until you were leaving.  Stop!" I froze at her
command but felt elated at the news.  Darlene knew how I could cum!  I just
had to wait it out.

   "Pick up your clothes and go upstairs.  First door on your right." I
left her sipping her wine and did as she ordered.  The room was a bedroom
with a large bed with a white lace cover and a door that led to a small
bathroom.  Not knowing what to do, I knelt by the bed, trying to ignore the
continual burning sensation in my ass, and waited.  As I knelt by the bed
in Darlene's bedroom, I thought of the events of the past week and how my
life has been turned around.  No control, no power, I'm nothing more than
an object for Julie and Hannah to do with as they please.  I don't even
have control over my own body, they decide when and how I cum!

   The door opened and Darlene entered, full wine glass in hand.  "Unzip
me," she instructed and I quickly did, revealing a white slip.  Her perfume
aroused me and my cock was bobbing around.  Darlene hung the dress in the
closet and pulled the slip over her head and off.

   Her large tits were encased in a massive white lace bra.  A white panty
girdle hugged her lower half and connected to her stocking tops.  Even the
tight panty girdle could not control her bulging stomach.

   She was hardly the sexiest woman I had ever seen but my cock was rock
hard.  Darlene looked down at my hard cock and smiled.  "That's nice.  Good
to see I've still got it." Darlene sat on the edge of the bed and spread
her fat legs, pointing at the carpet in front of her.

   I knelt and gazed into the tight satin gusset of her panty girdle.  Her
hand rested on my head and steered me into that gusset, my mouth enveloped
by the essence of her.  I didn't know what to do so I just rested with my
lips pressed into the tight white satin of her groin, smelling her intimate
musky perfume and waited.

   Finally, she pushed me back and stared into my eyes, my cock bobbing in
front of me.  "That no good husband of mine never did that.  Just a five
minute wonder, you know?  In and out, cum and gone." I admitted to myself
that I knew, I had been a five minute wonder.

   "I like the idea of a man licking me there but I've never had it." I
swear she blushed.  "But now," she said with a determined tone, "I'm going
to get me some.  Especially if I've got a licker who can't say anything to
nobody."

   Without another word she unhooked her bra, tossed it on the bed as her
massive breasts swung free.  My mouth fell open as I've never seen tits as
big as hers.  Defiantly, she stood and detached the gusset from her panty
girdle, throwing it too onto the bed.

   "There," she said with satisfaction, falling back on the bed and her
legs splaying open, revealing a thick thatch of black pubic hair with her
pink lips peeking through the curls.  "Get to it, Toy."

   I crawled onto the bed and lowered my face to her pussy, licking her
fleshy thighs near her white stocking tops and, finally, running my well
trained tongue into every nook and cranny of her cunt.  Her juices were
running freely, my cock throbbed and I quickly brought her to her first
orgasm.

   Looking up from my task, past the white lace of her panty girdle and her
massive lolling tits, I managed to see her face contorted with a sinful
pleasure.  Darlene cried out with that pleasure as the second orgasm rocked
her and she pushed me back, her juices wet across my face.

   I looked down at her wet pussy, framed by the panty girdle, slick from
my licking and wondered if I was going to get the chance to fuck her.

   Darlene rolled onto her side, closing her legs and smiled at me.  "Not
bad.  I can have some of that again.  Anytime I want." She looked
quizzically down at my hard cock.  "You want to come?"

   "Please Ms Darlene," I begged.

   "Sorry," she said.  "Not with me.  Not this time." Darlene let her legs
fall apart and I stared at her thick black pussy hair, my cock straining. I
dearly wanted to come.  "Let's see if you can get me there a third time."

   Dutifully, I leaned forward and into my task.  It took a long time but I
licked, tongued and kissed that big fat pussy for ages until Darlene
stiffened, trembled, moaned and galloped to her third orgasm.

   Darlene kicked me away from her and I rolled to the floor, my jaws
aching.  Kneeling, I hung my head to stare at my cock, so hard it was
painful, and wondered how I was going to cum.  Or, if I ever would again.

   "Get a wash cloth from the bathroom," Darlene called from the bed and I
did so.  She rolled on her back, legs splayed and her enormous tits rolling
across her chest.  "Wipe me," she instructed and I knelt between her legs,
tenderly cleaning the mixture of her juices and my saliva from her pussy.
"Bet you'd like to slip that old thing into me," she grinned at my hard
cock pointing at her pussy. .  A pathetic hope rose in me and I looked
imploringly into her smiling eyes but she shook her head.  "Sorry.  No
fucking.  That's the deal."

   Motioning me away, I knelt by the bed again, watching Darlene roll to
her feet, her massive tits hanging down.  "You really have no choice but to
obey me?" she asked.

   "No choice, Miss Darlene.  I must obey you."

   "Do you like the things that are done to you?"

   I shook my head.  "No, Miss Darlene."

   "Too bad," she said.  "Ordering you around is good therapy for me after
that no good bum I was married to.  Unhook my stockings and take them off,"
Darlene instructed.

   Her hairy pussy was level with my face as I slowly slid her stockings
down her fleshy legs.  "now, this isn't going to be easy.  Roll the girdle
down and off." We struggled together as I tugged and pulled until she
emerged from her girdle.  Darlene was quite a sight naked.  Rolls of fat on
her thighs, ass and stomach and those massive tits.

   I followed her rolling figure into the bathroom and crawled into the
shower stall on her directions.  Grunting, she straddled me, looking down
at me with an evil smile, her tits and stomach wobbling with the exertion.
"I'm going to pretend you're my jerk of a husband," she spat.

   In horror, I watched the yellow stream of urine gush from her and
splattering on my chest.  Darlene grabbed my ear and pulled my face
directly under her so a stream of her urine splashed over my face.  "Open
your mouth," she snarled and I did, tasting her warm salty piss as it ran
around my mouth.

   Finally, sh