One Fateful Evening Ch. 01-10

We hugged lovingly, brushing our lips together sensually and ordered Pippa to straighten her dress and her stockings before making her ring the doorbell.

Jackie and Jerry were a really lovely couple. They were very good looking.

She was quite small, but was perfectly proportioned and stunningly beautiful, whilst he was very well built and athletic.

Lisa had told me a little about them.

As far as most people knew, they were both upstanding and respectable members of the community.

She was a professional singer with the voice of an angel, while he was a broker by day and, a professional drummer by night often working with his wife.

What only a select few knew about them was that, when it came to their sex lives, they had a penchant for the unusual and the unexpected…

Pippa's Story. Part Two.
The Swinger's Pad.

"Well hello there." were the first words out of Jackie's mouth, as she opened the door to see Pippa standing there, a French maid in all her glory.

Then she noticed Lisa and I standing behind her.

"I should have known you'd be involved in this somehow Lisa. Come in and, let me call Jerry. He's still in bed, it is only 11:30 in the morning you know!"

She giggled aloud as she herded us into the living room.

She shouted up the stairs, telling Jerry to pull on a robe and to come and see the surprise that Lisa had brought for them.

Jackie was even hornier looking than Lisa had described, standing there in an aerobics outfit made of Lycra that hugged the contours of her sexy torso and perfectly formed legs.

She was about 5'1" tall with a gymnast's body and perfectly proportioned 34B-21-34 figure.

She had long jet-black hair and bright emerald green eyes. Her high cheekbones formed the basis of a truly beautiful face, with perfectly trimmed eyebrows and long dark lashes, a cute little slightly upturned nose and lips that were to die for, full and moist with a definite pout to them.

She wore no underwear beneath the Lycra outfit and the outline of her shaven mons was clearly visible through her leggings, as were her pert hard little nipples poking through her top.

"Jackie meet Helen, a good friend of mine and… meet Pippa, her maidservant and slave. Pippa is Helen's husband, Phil but he gambled for some serious stakes with us, in the belief that he'd be able to have us both in his bed, submissive to his every whim… and he lost! His transformation and enslavement was his forfeit. I must admit though, Pippa has surprised me so far by holding up her end of the bargain to the letter. Apparently Phil has a bee in his bonnet about the honour of any 'gambling debt' he incurs."

She continued her description of Pippa…

"He always pays up in full, no matter what and, he has agreed to become Pippa and to obey any order that we give him. Which reminds me, Helen has instructed him to obey any order given in this house, no matter who by!"

Lisa grinned an evil grin at Jackie and winked naughtily at me.

"Yes, that's right," I agreed, "so, feel free to use her in any way you wish. By the way, allow me to say hello, Jackie. You look absolutely fantastic!"

I leant over and gave her a friendly hug, brushing my erect nipples against hers in an openly sexual gesture.

"Why thank you Helen," said Jackie playfully, gently brushing her lips against mine, gently and tentatively stroking her tongue over them.

She looked directly at Pippa and said:

"Okay Pippa, you may begin by washing my feet. They're tired after my morning exercise routine."

Pippa started to run the tap at the kitchen sink but Jackie stopped her.

"No Pippa, get on all fours and clean them with your tongue. Don't forget to clean between the toes too and, don't stop until Lisa, your wife and I have finished getting to know one another a little better."

Pippa looked shocked but obeyed without objection, kneeling down and beginning to lick Jackie's feet all over.

Just then, Jerry walked into the room; he didn't bat an eyelid at the scene before him.

He greeted us all and walked over to Pippa's backside, raising her skirt and slip and spanking her bum with three hard slaps.

"You'd better make sure you clean them properly." He said, "Or there'll be plenty more where that came from. Now will someone tell me what's going on here?"

Jackie and Lisa quickly explained the scenario while my eyes roamed over Jerry's hard lean body.

He was about 5'10" tall, hard muscle from tip to toe and by the looks of the bulge that was forming in the front of his robe, he had a prick to match!

He was a handsome man too with very dark hair and eyes to match.

He complemented Jackie's looks really well making them a most enticing and sexy couple.

I could hardly wait to see how this little episode panned out.

"Well that's a turn up for the books." Jerry commented, having had the whole thing put into perspective for him.

"And so early in the day too. I do believe today is going to be an experience to remember. Pippa, you should know that I am a Dom. Master on a regular basis, I have a lot of experience in the role and I will brook no refusal to any order I give."

Continuing quietly, I heard her tell me.

"Jackie and I have a fully stocked and equipped 'Dungeon' area downstairs in the cellar and, if necessary I will take you there, for punishment. Is this clear?"

"Yes Sir, it is very clear," replied Pippa, very nervous now.

Jerry slapped her face very hard, leaving a big red handprint on her cheek and, making her sob.

"You will address me as Master from now on, or I will punish you. You will address all of the ladies as Mistress and, should any other person enter these premises, you will wait until I instruct you how they should be addressed. Is this clear, slave?" Jerry said sternly.

"Yes Master, as you instruct so shall it be," replied Pippa as submissively as she could be.

I was really enjoying having my husband in this predicament.

I already had plans vaguely forming in my mind as to how I might make this situation more permanent in our lives.

"How do you fancy brunch?" asked Jerry.

"Pippa can make it and serve it, then while we're eating she will be ordered to service each of us from under the table."

I grinned joyfully.

"That sounds like fun, then after food, she can wash up, while the rest of us get better acquainted."

We all agreed and Pippa was told to stop licking Jackie's feet and get on with the preparations.

While she was preparing the food for us Lisa, Jackie, Jerry and I retired to the dungeon.

This is where we decided how best to use Pippa to the advantage of all.

Jackie and Jerry were fascinated by how we had managed to make Pippa so subservient.

I admitted that even I was surprised by how malleable Phil had allowed himself to become in the guise of Pippa the maid.

I explained carefully that Phil was extremely proud of never having reneged on a gambling debt.

I explained that to him it would be as bad as him allowing harm to come to the family or, deliberately hitting a woman or child, a thing he would never do, under any circumstances.

Jackie and Jerry smiled broadly at that information.

"So you really don't mind us doing whatever we feel like, with the little tramp then?" Nodding knowingly to each other.

I thought carefully before answering but decided to play along fully.

"No, you have my permission to do anything you feel like to him/her, just as long as I can be there to see it and maybe take part. Is that a deal?"

"Absolutely, you'll enjoy every last bit of it with us, we promise," replied Jerry, with a nod from Jackie and a laugh from Lisa.

And so the scene was set, little did I know what I'd just condemned my poor husband to!

The dungeon area was home built but very well equipped, with lots of different bits that would restrict the 'user' in bonds of various kinds.

There were other pieces of equipment that I was totally unfamiliar with too, but they all looked very interesting.

"I think we ought to start her off gently." Said Jackie, looking at Jerry and then smiling at Lisa and I.

"Let's go and eat. We'll see how good a servant she makes, then we'll take things from there."

We all made our way upstairs and sat ourselves down at the kitchen table.

"You will serve us with our food now Pippa, then you will retire to our bathroom and redo your make-up. You look a state and, we all like our playthings to look pretty, wanton and sexy."

Pippa obeyed without so much as a mutter, things were going well, I thought.

When she returned, she looked great, having tidied up her outfit and redone her make-up perfectly. We'd just about finished eating by then too and instructed Pippa to wash up and, then to follow us into the front lounge.

Jackie asked me if I thought we should 'Dress' for the occasion, unsure of what she meant I asked her to show me what she had in mind.

She showed me upstairs to the main bedroom and opened a large closet in the corner of the room.

Before my eyes were a selection of leather and PVC outfits, most of them were very revealing, yet equally sexy!

"I think that there are some items here that'll fit you." Jackie stated.

"Do you like the idea of dressing as a Mistress?" She asked.

"Will you help me find something? I've never tried anything on like this before and, I'd like to look really sexy and powerful."

My head was reeling at the thought of being dressed in all this sexy fetish gear.

"Will you ask Lisa to join us too, I'd like all 3 of us to make the impact, if you don't mind."

Plus the fact that I'd love to feel your sexy bodies through it, I thought to myself, imagining the scene.

The next thing I knew, the three of us were naked in the bedroom and, helping each other into various sexy bits of gear.

The feel of Lisa and Jackie's hands over my body was almost too much to take and, I could feel my pussy juicing up rapidly.

Jackie was the one to bring me back to earth, by unexpectedly saying:

"Helen. Lisa. I think were revved up enough by now and, we all look the part so, let's get started with our little toy downstairs. Jerry can get changed too that way, not having to keep an eye on the little vamp anymore."

And so it was, we tidied ourselves up a little.

We headed for the lounge looking absolutely stunning in our leather fetish gear.

All three of us were sopping wet and horny as hell!

We found Pippa in what was becoming an all too familiar position, kneeling in front of Jerry, with her glossy red lips firmly around his cock.

"Is she naturally this talented or has the little slut been practising?" asked Jerry, the expression on his face showing how good the 'head' was that Pippa was attacking with gusto.

"We've introduced her to it a couple of times, so far. She seems to have a talent for it though it would seem." I replied, smiling broadly at the scene before me.

Jerry continued controlling Pippa's head while all the time setting the pace and rhythm. As the pace increased and his breathing became more erratic, Jerry started ramming his throbbing missile deep into Pippa's throat.

A deep moan escaped from his taught neck, as he pumped seemingly endless gushes of sticky fluid into her face.

We all watched fascinated by how hard Pippa was trying to
swallow every last drop of it.

She very nearly managed too, with only a few droplets escaping over her juicy red lips and, onto her top. Jerry released her head and looked down at her.

"Well done Pippa, if you continue like this, you might even enjoy yourself!" He said, licking his lips as he did so.

"I'm off for a shower," he said to we three bitches on heat.

"Why don't you get her 'properly' dressed love? In the full kit I think." He said to Jackie as he left the room.

"What did he mean by that?" I asked casually.

Jackie explained that her gear included a full M/F transformation kit, leaving the wearer as a completely submissive and very sexy looking TV slut.

We decided to get Pippa to perform a little striptease for us; she did so awkwardly enhancing her humiliation.

When she was fully naked, Jackie had Lisa help her tie Pippa hand and foot, over what looked like a leather massage table.

She nodded approvingly at how well we had done. She fetched some lubricating jelly and generously applied it to Pippa's arse, then she fetched a leather strap and as I realised what it was, she slipped a 4" butt plug all the way in there. She strapped a leather device over it and around her waist, securing it tightly in position.

Next, she decided to stick silicon 'falsies' over her chest, making Pippa's breasts look almost real.

The couch that she was secured to rose up vertically, allowing us to put a really tight leather corset on her, which narrowed her waist to a remarkable 22"!

A harness was now attached to Pippa's penis, holding it up between her legs, making it look like a closed up pussy. A leather studded bra held her new tits in place, it was time to release her and finish the job. Fishnet stockings attached to the corset, and led to 6" calf length boots that we were making Pippa wear.

The French maid outfit slid over the top, giving Pippa a strangely futuristic look.

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing, as we tormented Pippa into learning to walk in those heels, with her plug inside her.

Pippa's Story. Part Three.
Dungeon Fun.

Jerry looked at the three girls fully equipped as the 'Dom.' Mistress' they intended to play and said:

"I think the time has come for us to take the lovely 'Pippa' downstairs, Ladies. Any objections?"

The three sexy girls looked knowingly from one to the other, finally looking to Helen, my wife, for her blessing.

"Let's do it. I really think I'm going to enjoy this and, who knows? Phil, I mean Pippa might too!"

I couldn't believe that I'd actually heard these words come out of Helen's mouth but secretly I was thrilled to know I would soon be totally helpless.

I would be obedient to these people's every whim!

"Follow Mistress Jackie down the stairs, Pippa." Jerry ordered sternly.

"Be careful not to trip up either, remember your new heels."

Gingerly and with my head bowed slightly, I began the journey that would forever change me and, the role I played in the bedroom with my wife Helen.

Mistress Lisa followed close behind me, Master Jerry was next and closing up the rear was my lovely wife Helen.

As we entered the dimly lit basement, I felt a surge of adrenaline pump through me, it was thrilling yet frightening all in one.

"Do you have any preferences, Ladies?" Jerry asked nonchalantly.

"Please Jerry," replied Mistress Lisa…

"I'd like her over the 'spanking horse' first, if you don't mind."

"Of course, a good starting place if I do say so myself." He replied.

In the middle of the floor was what looked like a shortened vaulting horse, the type of thing used by gymnasts.

Instead of the two handgrips, though there was a kind of saddle built into the middle of it.

It was wide enough for a person's waist and, lower ribcage to be comfortably placed over it. Underneath it, there were leather harnesses fixed firmly to a metal floor-pan fairly close together at the front and quite widely spaced at the back.

"Bend right over the centre of the spanking saddle and, stretch your arms out in front of you." Ordered Mistress Lisa, who had obviously used the apparatus before now.

I complied immediately, a frisson moving down my spine.

"Helen, would you be so kind as to fasten his wrists in the cuffs? Jackie, do his ankles too, would you?" I heard Mistress Lisa instructing.

Before I knew it, I was securely fastened and unable to move from my supine position. I was bent double and fastened, legs' akimbo, holding my bum cheeks taut apart.

"Have you any birch twigs, Jerry?" asked Mistress Lisa innocently?

"The sting is always preferable in a novice I find."

"We certainly do, Lisa," came a reply from Mistress Jackie.

"I'll just fetch a couple. Would you like them long or short? Oh, and would you like them to be ones with lots of heads?" She asked knowingly.

"Long, I think I'd prefer and yes, the bushier the better. Young and springy, if you have any available."

Though I couldn't see the expression on her face, I was sure that I could hear the anticipation in her voice.

She was really looking forward to her reddening of my backside and thighs.

Though I was now trembling a little with fright, my insides were tingling with expectation.

I was going to be thrashed, and it was to be by a friend of my wife's, whilst two strangers and she were going to watch and, it was all with her blessing!

"I think I'll leave her underwear on to begin with," commented my tormentor.

"…Just so she knows what to expect."

"Would you gag her with that ball gag you showed me earlier?" I heard my wife ask Mistress Jackie.

I was stunned as I felt the hard rubber ball go into my mouth and be strapped tightly behind my neck.

"Thank-you," was all Mistress Helen said, as it was done.

Within seconds, Mistress Jackie had handed two long birch twigs to Mistress Lisa and the scene was set to begin.

"You will now experience your first birching, Pippa." Explained Mistress Jackie.

Mistress Lisa familiarised herself with the birch twig canes that she now had in her possession.

Though impossible for me to see, it was evident that she was practising her swing, and the caning movements she was thinking of using, by the loud swishing noises through the air.

Mistress Jackie continued to taunt me.

"You can expect to learn the feel of this, and of several other instruments of punishment that we own, before we have finished your training, my girl. The slightest sign of disobedience or error will see you get a varied level of correction. So, it is your best interest to do as you're told promptly and to the letter! Remember that slave, it will serve you well to do so."

With the ball gag still firmly in place, I was unable to respond, let alone plead for mercy.

Suddenly and with no warning, I felt my thighs explode with pain and heat as the first blow hit home.

I felt tears come to my eyes and panic rise inside of me.

Thhhwwwaaackkk!

The air hissed as another hit its target.

"I think six will do to start with." I heard the voice of Master Jerry intoning. "We want her to be compliant, not unable to move."

The three Dominants nodded their agreement as another blow landed, right in between my arse cheeks.

I wriggled as much as I could but was held fast by my bindings. A gurgle escaped from my throat as I tried to scream as loudly as I could, fighting the rubber ball in my mouth. The fourth, fifth and sixth landed in quick succession.

My back fighting to arch as my wrists and ankles held it back, keeping me poised.

Then, suddenly and without a word, all four of them left the room, letting me stew and ponder what had just occurred.

Some twenty minutes later I heard steps and my true Mistress, Helen, my wife released me from my bonds.

"You're doing well, Pippa," was all she said, as she began rubbing cool moist cream into my wheals.

Just as I began to think that my ordeal might be over and that they'd had their fun with me, I felt the cold hard steel of a pair of handcuffs fasten themselves to my right wrist.

Too shocked to struggle, I allowed her to cuff the other wrist to a second set.

Both cuffs were attached to steel chains and I realised that a pulley was raising me.

Though I hadn't realised, Mistress Jackie had returned and was hoisting me up until my arms were straight above me and my feet were just high enough to make my heels leave the floor, leaving me ever so slightly on tip toe.