Husband Becomes Helen's Submissive

It was made up of a micro-mini blue skirt, a see-through white blouse, white ankle socks, and a straw boater! I was told to wear my four inch heels, as they were white, and they were styled as strappy sandals. The sides of my wig were tied into pig-tails, and I was made to sit at my wife's make up table... for the finishing touches.

The foundation went on quite thickly over my face and my neck. I used super-lengthening mascara on my already very long 'fake' lashes. I delicately applied three shades of pink colour to my lids, dark on the outsides, blending to a very pale pink over my eyes by my nose. I added some pale pink blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I covered the already tattooed colouring with an 'extreme-shine' lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my very luscious mouth. The final effect made me look like a 'fantasy schoolgirl' hooker! Alice placed my collar and leash around my neck... and I was ready to go!

Helen and Susan handed me a card, and said:

"You are to open the door for our guest, and you will greet them by saying what is on this card. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, you will obey any instruction that you are given tonight, no matter what it is... or by whom it is given. Failure to comply will mean a public thrashing. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, Pippa."

I read the card that I had been given, it read:

'Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me.'

Now, I knew that I was in for a very busy evening, and that I was sure to be worn out by the end of it!

Moments later, Dave, Mike, and their two girlfriends arrived...

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

Janet and Trisha, (the two girlfriends,) grinned lasciviously, and replied:

"You were right lads, tonight is going to be a riot!"

"Yeah," Trisha turned to me, "Bend over and touch your toes, you slag!" I complied immediately. "Go on Janet... give her a dozen hard slaps!"

"Why not?" Janet giggled.

She spanked me quickly, and ferociously, tanning my hide until it was pink and burning! As I straightened up, I noticed that Mike had stripped off his trousers, and that his cock was poking through his boxer shorts, already semi erect.

"Get it hard for me, you slapper," Trisha ordered, "Suck my man's dick until he's ready for me!" As I began to do so, I saw Dave removing his trousers too, waiting for his turn to come next! "Don't make him cum... or you'll regret it!"

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Janet opened it widely, allowing the next guests to see me 'at work' on Mike's cock! I looked up, took the cock from my mouth, and still bent over, I said:

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

Six men and four women entered the house.

"Looks like my kind of party," one of the guys commented. "Everybody get their kit off! This slut looks ready for action!" One of the women said to me:

"Fold all of our clothes and store them in a bedroom... then come back to serve us!" At once, I began picking up fourteen peoples clothes, and neatly stored them away!

I returned downstairs, just as the doorbell rang once again. I opened it to see a group of people in their late teens and early twenties. I wondered if they were gatecrashers, but without an invitation list, I could not refuse them entry, so I greeted them, saying:

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

There were three guys, and nine girls... all wearing 'clubbing' gear, and all of whom looked as if they had probably dropped a few tabs! The eldest girl seemed to be in charge, and she addressed her mates, loudly commenting:

"We've hit the jackpot everyone! This is gonna be a MENTAL party!"

"Yeah," shouted another, "check out the other room! Everyone's starkers!"

All twelve of them steamed into the house, joining the party. There were now four 'hostesses' and twenty six guests at the party, with only one sex-slave to serve them all... me!

"Are you really the Party Slut?" one of the girls asked me. She looked about nineteen or twenty, and had an evil glint in her eye.

"Yes miss. I am here to please any of the guests. In whatever way they wish. Nothing that I am requested to do will be refused. May I serve you in some way, Mistress?"

"Wait a minute... you're not really a girl, are you? You're a bloke in drag! I've only just realised!"

"Yes miss. My wife... your hostess this evening... has force-feminised me. She is the one who has ordered me to obey any of the guests here tonight."

"Wicked! Just wait until I tell the others!"

I felt a chill run up my spine as she said this... My situation had just gone from bad to worse!

My four Mistresses called me into the lounge, instructing me to join in the festivities, and to make myself available to the guests! Entering the main room was a little odd, as only the original fourteen guests had stripped off their clothing... the remaining twelve, the group of youngsters, were still dressed... or at least semi-dressed!

I saw many of the younger group whispering to each other as I entered the room. I may have been a little paranoid, but it seemed to me that they were planning something for me!

Karen grabbed my arms, and forced them behind my back. She placed the pink handcuffs over my wrists, and locked them together. I felt very vulnerable like this! Alice approached me next. She pushed a three inch rubber 'penis-gag' into my mouth... securing it in place, by buckling it tightly behind my head. I could see Susan, adjusting the ankle spreader bar to its shortest length... sixteen inches apart. She handed it to Helen, who attached it in-between my legs, cuffing each end to my ankles!

Bound in this fashion, and wearing high heels, I could only hobble around the room. No matter what anyone did to me now, I would be completely unable to escape from them!

I became the room's main attraction. Almost immediately, I began to feel people touching me. My silicon boobs began to get squeezed... my bum was pinched and slapped, and my legs were stroked.

Before long, I felt my skirt being pushed up over my hips, showing my panties to everyone in the room. Soon after this, one of the teenagers, a girl of only eighteen or nineteen, came over to me with a pair of scissors in her hands. She snipped each side of my knickers, pulling my Cache-Sex away through my thighs, and releasing my hidden cock from its restraint.

Embarrassed and humiliated though I felt, I was amazed to realise that this whole scenario was turning me on! I could feel a stirring in my loins, and though I tried as much as I could to stop it, I knew that I was getting erect! I was getting a hard-on!

I tried to keep my prick between my legs, but with my ankles forced apart, I failed to do so... and soon, my rampant cock was bouncing out in front of me... raising the front of my skirt, and standing proud for all to see!

Susan came over, and forced a cock-ring on me, down to the base of my shaft! I knew that with this on my cock... it would be virtually impossible to lose my erection! Before she moved away from me, Susan placed a blindfold over my eyes! Now, as I staggered around the room, I'd be unable to stop myself from bumping into the others.

I heard some girls giggling, and people stroking, grabbing and rubbing my dick. I felt hands around my waist, and become conscious of the fact that my skirt was being removed. The buttons of my blouse were next, and though it wasn't taken off me, it was opened from top to bottom, exposing my corset and my bra! I could feel hands everywhere now, as people explored every part of my body. I was surprised, as I felt a warm mouth engulf my rigid member!

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, and go! Go on Lisa! Suck it hard! Yeah! Go on, Lisa!" The crowd seemed to get riotous, as the unknown 'Lisa' blew me in front of them.

"Go on Rita... Yeah, strip her off! Get her kit off! Yeah... Get yours off too! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" As Lisa was stripped bare, and Rita followed suit, the crowd went mad, cheering:

"Woo-hoo! More, More, More, More, More, More, More, More! Go on Rita... now that you're both in the buff... get your tongue in her pussy!! While she's blowing him... Make her cum!"

"Go on Stanley... Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Let's get it on!" Suddenly, I felt an oily glob lubricating my arse! A finger pushed it into my rectum! What was going on?

"Yeah!!! What a buzz!!! Go on Mister... you take the slapper, while Stanley takes Rita!"

"Go on Stanley. Let Rita have it while she brings Lisa off!"

"Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go! Make the slapper give you his cream! Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Make the Tranny cum!"

At the crowds urging, I felt Lisa redouble her efforts to bring me off. I was determined however that I would only cum when I wanted to! Blindfolded as I was, I could only imagine the scene before me... Lisa blowing me, whilst Rita ate her pussy... as Stanley pumped into her!

With all of this running through my mind, I almost missed the fact that the anonymous 'Mister' was about to ram his cock up my arse! When at last it happened, I was caught off guard... and I suddenly felt a large prick slamming into me!

"Helen, quick... Get this on video!" Susan shouted above the din... I had little doubt that the whole scenario would be recorded for posterity! I was pushed over a near table, allowing the man who was fucking me greater access. This change of position however, had not denied Lisa access to my dick, and with the mystery dick pushing against my prostate, I found it much more difficult to deny my cumming to Lisa. Luckily, before she brought me off, Rita managed to over-stimulate Lisa's clit! Lisa had to release my cock from her mouth, as she began to wail loudly... cumming all over Rita's tongue! I was lucky to be blindfolded, as for Stanley, the image of Lisa cumming was too much, and he pumped his seed into Rita's warm, wet pussy.

"Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next!" The crowd screamed.

As they screamed, the cock that was up my arse filled me with jism! I felt my gag being removed, only to be replaced by a dripping wet pussy, as an unknown woman sat on the table before me!

Almost immediately, another cock replaced the first, pumping deeply into my rear.

"Come on everybody... Let's get naked!"

Someone pushed a pill down my throat! Another swiftly followed, and then a third! My mystery pussy quickly returned to fill my mouth!

"That was two Viagra and an 'E' that you've just swallowed... so, I hope you are up for a long night!" A voice whispered into my ear.

My handcuffs were removed, followed by my blouse, but my hands were rapidly filled, by two enormous, erect penises!

I suddenly heard my wife's voice, as she whispered to me:

"You're doing better than I could ever have imagined! I love you Pippa... keep it up! We're getting it all on video... so, we can watch it together another night!"

"Helen... don't you think that it's time we removed Pippa's blindfold?" Susan suggested to my wife.

"Okay... I'm ready if you are!"

My blindfold was removed, and I saw my wife... naked... climb up onto the table in front of my face! Lining up to fuck her was a queue of six men, each wanking themselves hard.

Beneath the table, I felt someone playing with my hard prick. The next thing that I knew, I was sliding into a man's arse, and fucking him slowly!

With a wet pussy to suck on, an arse that I was fucking, and two cocks that I was wanking off, I could hardly complain that Helen was being gang-fucked! I watched her being pleasured by all of these men, whilst I sucked the pussy on the table for all I was worth!

I felt my leg restraints being removed, and Susan approached me, and said:

"Now, let's see if you keep your word... I want you kneeling in the middle of the room, whilst all the men who aren't fucking your wife use you as their Bukkake slave!"

I complied, and I walked into the middle of the room, only to be surrounded by a group of wanking men! I helped to stimulate them, using my hands and my mouth, until... one by one... they shot cum all over my face!

The men moved aside once they'd finished, and I was told to lie on the floor, on my back, whilst each of the women at the party sat on my face. I was expected to use my tongue to bring each of them to climax! One at a time... I did exactly that!

The party ended, and everyone but my four Mistresses went home.

"You did us proud, Pippa!" My wife told me. "Don't the panties feel good? Would you like to wear them all the time?"

"That would be nice." I groaned. I knew that she was assuming control of me but I couldn't stop myself from submitting to her.

"That's my girl," she said. "See how nice it is to be a woman and keep your man happy? Now let's go to sleep and think about next weekend. I want you to wear your panties all the time from now on, OK?" I nodded, and we turned in.

The next day my wife made me a suggestion:

"I want you to let me be the 'Man' and for you to be my 'woman' for a while, is that Okay with you?"

"If it's your wish... then it's fine by me!" I replied.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be a guy and take control of my bitch."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked, thinking... 'What choice do I have?'

I couldn't very well deny her, as I was feeling a little guilty about keeping secrets from her. She groaned, and she started to ride me faster and harder, as my acceptance filled her with passion.

"Oh baby, we're going to have so much fun, just you wait and see."

The next morning, Helen insisted on driving me to work, so she could go shopping for the weekend. She spent the entire day travelling around town, to find all the things she needed to make the weekend fit her conception of how it should be. She wouldn't even let me help carry the bags in the house. She didn't want to spoil any surprises she had in store for her weekend bitch, as she had started to refer to me.

That night, she insisted that we not have any sex, so we would have enough energy stored up for the weekend, even though she teased me at every opportunity she got.

Friday morning, I found a folded note on the kitchen table with my name on it.

I opened it and started to read it, and my feelings of dread were relived, as I found out it was all part of Helen's preparations.

Dear Pippa, the note started...

That will be your name for this weekend dear.

I hope you didn't get too scared by my deceptive request. I am sorry, but I couldn't think of any other way to get this adventure started as early as possible.

First of all, a good wife would have dinner ready for when her man gets home. It's all ready you just have to turn on the oven.

You will then proceed to the bathroom, where you will find the next step in preparations dear.

Love John.

P.S: You will refer to me this weekend by this name only!

I couldn't help but notice she seemed to be going all out in every way.

After turning on the oven, I got another surprise upon entering the bathroom. There were several hangers on the back of the door. Each of these had notes attached, and the counter was filled with different bottles and make-up supplies. Another note was taped to the mirror, it read:

Pippa, I have given you all the things you need to make yourself as pretty as can be.

To start with, I think you should clean yourself out.

Shave as close as you can, then use the bottle of Nair on your body hair.

DON'T MISS ANYTHING!

After you wash all that nasty body hair off in the shower, have a nice soak with some of the blue crystals in the container beside the tub, use the whole bottle dear.

The rest of the note dealt with make up tips. And the order of special foundations she had prepared for me to use.

I was amazed at the extent of Helen's plans. She had really gone off the deep end.

I actually shaved twice, and then liberally spread the Nair all over my body, including my arms and the few stray hairs on my toes. I wanted to be my best for "John."

As I lay in the tub, soaking after I had washed all my body hair down the drain, I was overcome by the lilac scented crystals she had supplied for me. I totally submerged myself for as long as I could; wanting to keep this lovely odour with me as long as possible.

I was torn between luxuriating in the tub, or moving on to the other surprises that were in store for me. But anticipation won out, and I forced myself out of the tub to start getting ready for what ever lay ahead.

I turned my attention to the false nails that she wanted me to wear. Her orders were that I should stick the false finger nails on with superglue! Once on, I had to varnish them with scarlet nail polish... and should colour my toe nails in the same manner, increasing the shine with a high-gloss varnish, on both my hands and my feet, once the red varnish was dry!

When that was done, I turned to the clothing she had picked out for me. The top hanger held a red corset that went from my lower ribs to my hips, with garter straps and red hose. A matching bra and panty set, made of red satin trimmed with a thin lace followed. The bra cups barely covered my nipples, leaving just a hint of my areole showing.

The panties were a high cut style thong that hid my cock and balls. The thong slid between my arse cheeks, and gave me a sexy feeling as I moved around and rubbed against my now hairless arse. The final hanger held a bright red satin dress with puffy sleeves.

The skirt was pleated and fanned out around me. It was very short, short enough to just cover the tops of my hose.

I put on the red, patent leather heels. Wobbling on the five-inch heels, I was grateful that this wasn't the first time I'd ever worn high heels, but it had been a long enough time ago that I felt the tension on the back of my calves.

As I looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, I shivered in surprise and excitement at my transformation. I was really impressed with myself, and I knew that Helen, or rather John, would be too. I noticed a little bag with another note attached to it, it read:

One last thing Pippa...

I wouldn't want you to spoil your new dress, so here is an apron to wear while you're setting up the table and finishing dinner.

John. Xxxxx

I tied the apron around my waist, as I made for the kitchen as smoothly as I could on my new heels.

I stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, shocked and startled to see a man sitting at the table.

I felt my face flush with the heat of embarrassment at being caught in drag by a stranger... until I realized that it was Helen, or rather John.

Her hair had been cut and styled like a man's. She even had a fake moustache. She was wearing a shirt and tie, pleated men's slacks and black shoes.

She stood up, and I looked her up and down. I noticed that the crotch of the slacks looked quite full.

John stepped towards me, grabbed both of my hands, raising them and whistling her approval.

"My... don't you look good enough to eat tonight Pippa?" She said in a masculine sounding voice.

"Thank you." I said, realizing my voice seemed to automatically go higher in pitch.

John kissed me on the cheek, and hugged me more forcefully than she normally would. I could feel the firmness when her crotch pushed into me. I shivered at the thought of what she had hidden in her slacks.