Captive Audience Ch. 2

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Jenny confided that, through an uncle of hers who happened to be a doctor, she'd managed to get hold of some female hormones and she was dosing Ken with them. Even after such a short period it was obvious that he was changing quite dramatically. Another change was his appearance; I was amazed at the difference the hormones had made to his figure, until Mistress Dianne pointed out that he was wearing an extremely tight corset. It was odd how women seemed to be able to see these things; I couldn't until she mentioned it. Anyway, after spending an hour or more in the shop and buying several outfits for Ken, Jenny thanked us again for changing her life, and promised to bring Ken round regularly to show us the 'improvements' she made to him.

After they'd gone Mistress Dianne smiled at me and said, "Those hormones certainly seem to be making a huge difference to Ken don't they? Maybe I should get some for you, would you like that?" "NO, please Mistress Dianne, you can't." "Can't? Are you sure?" She asked quietly. "No sorry, I didn't mean can't... it's just that, well doesn't it..." She laughed, "It's all right, you can stop worrying, I have no intention of changing anything about you." I breathed a sigh of relief, then as she walked away from me, she added, "Not at the moment at least."

A few days later, after we'd finished our usual early dinner and I'd washed the dishes. Mistress Dianne told me to take a shower and put on the new corset she'd bought me. It was maroon satin fringed with black lace, and even though I could never hope to look anywhere near a good as Mistress Dianne in something like that. I had to say that, given the obvious figure limitations, I looked pretty good. Especially when, as tonight, I wore red lace panties and seamed stockings, which Mistress Dianne had to help me with since I still had trouble getting the seams straight.

I thought that maybe we were in for one of her 'model nights' as she called them. And when she sat me at the dressing table and began fixing my face - these days I always did my own make up - I knew something special was in the wind. As she pulled the blonde wig onto my head I asked her what we were going to do, but all she would say was, 'You'll see." After she'd squeezed my feet into a new pair of shoes, they were red, patent leather with no less than five-inch heels, I was instructed to apply three coats of bright red polish to my, now impressively long, fingernails while she took a shower. On her return, I was a little disappointed when, instead of selecting outfits for us both to model, she took my hand and led me over to the alcove.

Since she only secured my arms to the top corners of the small room before closing the mirror. I had lots of freedom to watch her as she almost skipped around the room getting dressed for, what I now suspected was, a hot date. She dressed exactly as she had for Timmy, including the velvet dressing gown. Then checking that everything was tidy in the room she walked over to the mirror and stood directly in front of me to give her make up a final once over. Naturally it was perfect, and she smiled, at me I think, before turning and walking out of the room.

It was at least an hour later when I heard her returning. She was speaking to someone but I couldn't hear what was being said until they entered the bedroom. "No Jerry, I haven't been avoiding you, well not exactly." "Whadya mean not exactly?" He asked, following her into the room. "Well... it's just that... Oh hell, I don't want to hurt your feelings but, well sex with you is a little boring." I watched as Jerry's jaw dropped at this remark. I'm sure no one had ever said anything like that to him before, particularly with his impressive staying power. "Boring? How can you say that? Don't I always satisfy you?" "Yes of course you do dear," I grinned as she patted him on the hand like she was praising a small child. "But quite frankly I need more, I'm sorry."

"I suppose you'd prefer it if I let you tie me up like you do that Nancy boy you had all those pictures of?" "Well that would be a start, but I've never forced anyone to do anything against their will and I don't intend to start with you. Even though you've never tried it, you've made up your mind that you won't enjoy playing any of my little games, and I respect your decision, but unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to see you again. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find some nice young girl who thinks you're wonderful in bed and she won't want to do any of the weird, kinky stuff I like."

Jerry was obviously devastated; he sat on the bed beside Dianne and stared at his feet. Finally he said, "Well I wouldn't exactly call tying someone up weird or kinky, it's just that other stuff." "You mean the feminisation?" The way she said it, it sounded like the most natural thing in the world. "Well yes, I mean, it's not normal for men to dress in women's clothes, now is it?" "I suppose it depends on your definition of normal, after all is any clothing normal? A nudist would say not. Apart from that just think about it, some men prefer to wear soft silky panties instead of rough cotton underpants, now what on earth is so wrong with that?" "Nothing I suppose, but it's just..." As she spoke, Dianne had rested her hand on Jerry's thigh and it was obvious from the bulge in the front of his jeans that he was no more capable of ignoring her touch than I was.

She looked down at the swelling and smiled, "Oh dear, did I do that, see, just talking about it has turned you on, but don't worry, I'm sure you know best. Look, I was planning a night at home with Nancy, I hope you don't mind me using that name after all it was you who suggested it, anyway, I can always postpone him if you'd like me to take care of that for you." She brushed his erection as she spoke. "You don't mind if I take my robe off do you, I haven't quite finished dressing yet, but it isn't as if you haven't seen it all before is it?"

As she turned her back on him and opened the gown, she smiled across at me and winked. Then slipping the gown slowly down her arms, she gradually exposed more and more of her stunning outfit. The expression on Jerry's face was priceless, as the gown slid lower, his jaw seemed to follow it and he could only stare as Mistress Dianne meticulously folded the gown before laying it on the bed. She turned to look at him in much the same way she had with Timmy and said, "Aren't you going to take those off, I can hardly help you with your little problem through your jeans can I?"

The similarities between Jerry and Timmy were astonishing; Jerry rushed to shed his clothing, exactly as Timmy had. In seconds he was standing by the bed completely naked, correction, there was one 'major' difference between the two men and it stood out a mile - only a slight exaggeration from where I stood - and appeared to be hard as a rock. Dianne turned and looked down at his erection, she reached over and laid her hands on his shoulders then slowly slid them down his body, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples. As she slid her hands down his firm body, she lowered her own wonderful frame until she was kneeling in front of Jerry, her lips only inches from his erection and, I imagine, her breath cooling his red hot cock.

As she took him in her hands and inched her face closer Jerry groaned, and with admirable willpower he placed his hands on her shoulders and asked, "Couldn't we lie on the bed?" Dianne smiled up and him and said, "Of course Jerry, if you'd prefer it, I'll tell you what, why don't you think of this as your last request. For say, the next half hour, you can have anything you wish, within reason of course I mean I can hardly provide dancing girls or anything like that."

Jerry was far too aroused to be amused by her comments, though the expression on his face changed markedly when she made the suggestion about his last request. Once he was settled on the bed, Dianne began her seduction again. This time she kissed him gently on the lips, and moved slowly down his neck and chest, kissing and nibbling as she went. Surprisingly, to me at least, Jerry made no attempts to hold her, he kept his arms firmly clasped behind his head. As Dianne paused at his nipples Jerry gasped and then, prefixing it with the slightest cough, he whispered, "You can tie my hands if you want to."

Dianne paused over his stomach, looked up and smiled her best smile, "That's very sweet of you Jerry, but I wouldn't want to make you do something against your will just to please me." She returned to her kissing. "It's not," He said, this time more confidently. "Not what Jerry?" Dianne asked. "Not to please you, I really would like you to tie me up." Dianne raised herself up and sat beside him on the bed. Careful, I noticed, to rest her hand on his chest and innocently stroke his nipple. "Are you sure you know what you're suggesting Jerry? You realise that once you're tied to the bed I can do anything I want to you and you'll be powerless to stop me?"

"Yes...." He replied, somewhat tentatively I thought. It seemed Dianne did as well because she said, "That's very sweet of you, but I think you're just trying to please me, you don't really want me to tie you up do you?" "I do I swear," He insisted, "Honestly, I've been giving it a lot of thought and I've decided I'd like to try it." She's got him, I thought, but Dianne had other ideas. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips and said, "I really don't think you're ready. You see once I tie you up you're surrendering yourself to me completely, you'll have no say in whatever I do to you and I'm not sure you're ready to make that sort of commitment."

"I am, really," He replied anxiously, "I've given it a great deal of thought and I'm certain I want to do it." Much to Jerry's relief Dianne sighed and after a moment's hesitation said, "All right, but before I do, I want you to understand the full impact of what you're suggesting. To do this I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do, and assure me you know the consequences, can you do that Jerry?" My god, I thought, she's really making him pay. Jerry's face took on an almost formal expression as he said, "Dianne, I've given it a great deal of thought and I've decided I'd like to surrender myself to you completely. I'd like you to tie me to the bed and do with me anything you wish, I will of course obey your every desire so would you please take control of me?" Under the circumstances I was quite impressed by his eloquence, he wasn't the brightest man I'd ever met, and I suspect he'd been practicing that little speech, or a variation of it, for quite a while.

Mistress Dianne copied his formality as she responded with, "I accept your offering Jerry and assure you I will never do anything to you which may cause you permanent damage." She kissed him on the lips and walked over to the dressing table, glancing in my direction as she walked, she clenched her fist in front of her and mouthed a 'yes' of victory at me. Taking several pairs of stockings she slowly, almost religiously, secured first one, then the other of Jerry's wrists to the corners of the bed. After treating his ankles in a similar fashion, she stepped back and looked down at her latest conquest. "I think it's time to take care of that for you, don't you Jerry?" She nodded toward his erection, then, before he could respond, she turned and walked over to the mirror that enclosed my alcove.

I watched the look of amazement followed by one of realisation and then humiliation on Jerry's face as Dianne pressed the button that slid the mirror open. Mistress Dianne reached up and released my arms from their bonds. As she did so she whispered, "Got him." Then she led me over to the bed. Jerry, say hello to Nancy." Jerry looked up sheepishly and whispered, "Hello Nancy." "Nancy's going to take care of your little problem for you." Jerry snapped his head around to look at Dianne, "But I thought that you..." "SILENCE." Dianne yelled making both Jerry and me jump, I couldn't recall ever hearing her raise her voice before. "I thought we went over all this Jerry, you surrender yourself to me, and I do whatever I wish with you, correct?" "Yes but..." He began. "I said CORRECT." She almost yelled the word, but not as loudly as she had earlier. "Yes Dianne." He agreed quietly. "And while we're discussing rules, Nancy, tell Jerry how he's to address me." "You must address Mistress Dianne as Mistress at all times." I stated, trying unsuccessfully to sound official. "Do you understand Jerry?" "Yes D... Mistress Dianne." He whispered. "I can't hear you Jerry." "Yes Mistress Dianne." He repeated. "Good, now Nancy you saw what I was doing before, I want you to do exactly the same thing, It's going to be quite a treat for you to taste fresh sperm for a change isn't it?" Until now I'd been wallowing in the reflected glory of Mistress Dianne's success, it was only when she ordered me to eat him that the full impact of what she expected from me struck home. I turned to look at her, a plea reaching but never passing my lips as I saw the look in her eyes. Before I could speak she said, "Of course I can always get Timmy to do it if you'd prefer, would you like to change places with him Nancy?" "No Mistress Dianne." I replied and moved across to sit on the bed beside Jerry.

The look in his eyes told me he didn't really want this any more than I did, but he was prepared to accept it. I leaned over and began kissing his chest. "Start at his lips Nancy, like I did." Reaching up I kissed Jerry on the lips, then kissed my way down his neck and chest. As Mistress Dianne had, I paused briefly to give some special attention to his nipples, which surprised me by becoming firm and erect as I nibbled them. I spent as long as I could there, postponing the inevitable as long as possible. Then, hearing movement from Mistress Dianne I continued down his chest and stomach.

As I arrived at the top of his thigh, I had my very first real close up of an erect penis. It fascinated me, almost like a cobra would. On the one hand I wanted to run as far away from the thing as possible, on the other, I had and almost overwhelming urge to try to swallow it whole. I decided instead to take a small detour down his thigh and was rewarded with a groan of frustration from Jerry and an attempt to move his body sideways so his cock was in my mouth. I exerted a little pressure on his stomach and thigh forcing him to remain still as I continued down one thigh and across and up the other.

As I reached the top of his thigh I could put of the inescapable no longer. I turned my head sideways and licked the base of his manhood, in much the same way I'd seen my Mistress do it. I was once again rewarded by a groan, this time I think it was one of pleasure. Encouraged, I ventured further up his huge member sliding my tongue up one side and down the other, then moving round and licking first the top, and finally the bottom and most sensitive part of his erection. As if it wasn't big enough already, I swear that as my tongue touched the sensitive gland under the head his cock actually twitched and grew. I circled the tip with my tongue and then finally, after what I imagined to be an eternity of teasing, I took the head between my lips and began to slide my mouth over it.

I managed to slide my mouth half way down the length, all the time struggling to stop myself from gagging not; I should stress, from any revulsion I may be feeling, but purely from the effort of taking so much into my mouth at once. It was then that I tasted the first drops of come on my tongue. I heard Jerry's breathing become more rapid and felt him trying to raise his hips to force himself further into my mouth. I doubted my ability to take much more in my mouth, so I drew away as he thrust upwards. This brought another groan from Jerry as I imagine he thought I was teasing him. I closed my lips over his head and began sucking, at the same time I slid my head up and down on his shaft. Within seconds I felt the first spurt of come hit the back of my throat, followed quickly by another, and another. It seemed like an eternity before I finally milked the last of his juices from him, and I slowly raised my head to look up at Jerry. He smiled nervously and whispered, "Thank you."

I smiled back just as nervously. "That was very good Nancy, you have hidden talents. Now, why don't you go into the bathroom and fix yourself up while Jerry recovers from your efforts. Then he'll show you exactly how grateful he can be, won't you Jerry?"

I'd only been in the bathroom a few minutes when Mistress Dianne joined me. "I thought I'd better come in and make sure you cleaned yourself properly. She took a large rubber bulb from the cupboard and filled it with warm soapy water. Then ordering me to remove my panties, she bent me over the side of the bath and inserted a nozzle into me, then she squeezed the ball and I felt the warm liquid enter my arse. She refilled the bulb three times before deciding I'd taken enough, then after making me wait several minutes, she permitted me to expel the liquid.

After supervising the cleaning and drying of my backside, she checked my make up and pronounced me ready for my debut. "Please don't make me go through with this Mistress." I begged. "I'll do anything you ask I promise, just don't make me do this." Dianne glared at me, "You'll do anything I ask anyway and don't you ever forget it. If you don't accept that then you can leave now." She had me and we both knew it, there was no way I was ever going to leave my Mistress, no matter what she asked of me. "Well, what's it going to be?" She asked. "I'll do as you ask of course." I agreed.

Meekly, I followed her into the bedroom and over to where the man who was about to deflower me lay, still helplessly bound. Mistress Dianne handed me a jar of petroleum jelly. "I'm imagine you know what to do with this." She looked down at Jerry's flaccid cock. "I'm sure that by the time you've finished rubbing it in Jerry will be far more interested." Again she moved into the background and left the two of us together. I opened the jar and took a little out on my fingers, and then reaching over I began applying it to the side of his penis. It sprang to life under my fingers and before I'd covered even half of it with the jelly it was fully erect and once more throbbing in my hand.

After making certain it was well and truly lubricated, I glanced across at Mistress Dianne in hopes of a possible reprieve. Her expression made my options crystal clear and I decided I could put off the fateful moment no longer. Stepping across his body I lowered my virgin hole over Jerry's erection and reaching behind me I gently guided the tip in, then, very slowly I impaled myself on the rampant cock. I had to force it initially, but once my arse opened to admit the intrusion it was relatively easy to slide more and more into me. I felt as though my whole body was being filled by Jerry's penis and it felt too large for me to take. I had a moment's panic as I thought I might do damage if I continued and all my instincts were to drive it out. But then as I continued to ease the cock further and further into my hole, I gradually became accustomed to the intrusion and as I slid up and down the pole I actually began to relax and even enjoy the sensation a little.

At first Jerry remained completely still under me, but as I began to rise and fall on his cock he started to thrust his hips up to meet me, and he was soon screwing me in earnest. "Play with his nipples Nancy, he likes that." I heard my Mistress say. I reached forward and pinched his nipples between my fingers and thumbs, which only served to spur him on to greater efforts. After riding him for only a brief period I was surprised to feel the first stirrings of orgasm at the base of my cock. I reached down and grasped it in my hand and began pumping it in unison with Jerry's thrusts. Within seconds I was shooting all over his stomach and chest and it wasn't long after that I was fully spent and could feel my erection shrinking in my hand. My emotions were a mixture of humiliation at what I'd just been forced to do, and relief that my ordeal was finally over.

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