Mistress Dianne was furious, so much so that, after permitting me to expel the enema she'd given me, she returned me to the alcove and I was forced to spend the night secured helplessly to the wall. Needless to say I managed very little sleep that night, even so Mistress Dianne still insisted I work in the shop the next day. Oddly enough, I'd come to quite enjoy the time I spent there. I was permitted to wear jeans and a sweater, though naturally I had a corset, stockings and panties underneath, and I received the occasional odd look when someone noticed the length of my fingernails, but apart from that I looked quite normal.

Anyway, I was busy helping an old lady decide between a grey and a green cardigan for the winter, when I noticed Dianne chatting with a man. From where I stood I couldn't see very much of him, but she seemed to be enjoying his company and I felt just a tinge of jealousy. As I took my little old lady over to the counter, having helped her decide by offering both garments for the one price - well it was a charity shop after all - I managed to get a full look at Dianne's companion. He was a slightly effeminate looking man in his mid thirties. Quite good looking, medium height and slim. I heard Dianne laugh and say, "Okay Tim, I'll see you then, and don't you be late will you?" Tim smiled almost nervously and replied, "No of course not." Then he turned and walked out of the shop. I was dying to ask Dianne what they'd been talking about, but I knew I'd be wasting my time, if she wanted me to know, she'd tell me, otherwise I'd be left in the dark.

By the time we closed the shop, I'd completely forgotten about Tim. Once I'd cleaned the flat Mistress Dianne made me practice applying my makeup for an hour or so, until it was time for me to prepare dinner. It had become our routine to eat early and then head for the bedroom where I became Mistress Dianne's plaything. She'd dress me up in all manner of outfit's and then tie me helplessly for a few hours, before releasing me so I could satisfy her orally. I have never been granted the privilege of penetrating her, and she assures me this will be the case for the foreseeable future, although she has hinted that I may be given a surprise on my birthday, which is only another three months away. (I can't wait)

I imagine this is hard to believe, but in the time I've been with her I've only been permitted to ejaculate twice and one of those was on the first night. She keeps me in an almost permanent state of arousal, though I can't be certain whether it's intentional or not. For instance, this afternoon I was standing at the counter waiting for a customer to count out a few coins, when she came over and stood beside me. Seemingly she wanted to check on where I'd put some of the new stock that had arrived earlier, but as she spoke to me she stroked my arm gently. To most people this would be an innocent enough action, but to me, in my usual semi erect condition, it was all I needed to achieve full erection.

On other occasions she would 'accidentally' brush the back of her hand across the front of my jeans, or lean a little too close to me and breathe hot breaths on my neck. There were many other instances, all of which would appear trivial when taken in isolation, but if you consider them as a whole, it would be fairly obvious she was teasing me.

But I digress, after I'd washed the dishes on that particular evening, Mistress Dianne allowed me to take an hours nap before insisting that I shower and shave (all over). After which she applied copious amounts of makeup to my face and strapped me into the leather corset she'd used on me on that very first night. Although I was much more used to the restriction of a corset, it was nigh on impossible to get used to this one, particularly since Mistress Dianne decided to pull me in a full eight inches this time.

I was once again secured in the alcove behind the mirror, there were a few differences between my first time and this time. I was now wearing black stockings and four-inch high stiletto heels to add to my discomfort and my face was heavily made up. In addition a shoulder length blonde wig was pulled onto my head and of course, the corset was much tighter than on that first occasion, oh yes, and to my delight there was no enema or gag.

Kissing me on the cheek, Mistress Dianne smiled and reaching up triggered the catch that slid the mirror back into place. I admired her figure as she walked away from the mirror to the dressing table, unfortunately I couldn't move my head enough to see which garments she took from the drawers. Taking a dark blue, velvet dressing gown from the wardrobe, she walked past the mirror on her way out of the room, smiling and blowing me a kiss as she passed.

It was some time later when she returned to the bedroom. She was now wearing the dressing gown, which reached all the was to the floor and was fastened almost all the way up to her throat, thus covering any hint of what hid beneath the gown. "Come in here." She said to someone out side the room. I felt those tiny electric shocks you sometimes get when you're nervous. I had no idea who would enter and was actually quite relieved when it turned out to be the young effeminate man from earlier on. Without any formality Mistress Dianne turned to face him and ordered, "Take your clothes off Tim." To my surprise Tim obeyed immediately, I know that had she spoken to me that way on our first night, I would have at least made some smart remark, like 'You first'. But Tim simply began unbuttoning his shirt.

I was watching him intently and as he slid his shirt off his shoulders, his mouth fell open and he froze in mid action. I followed his gaze and my reaction was exactly the same. Mistress Dianne had slipped the dressing gown off to reveal a superb black, satin and lace corset, which supported black seamed stockings, the seams running ramrod straight up her legs. Five-inch black patent leather shoes and black silk panties completed her sensational look.

Dropping the gown onto the bed she turned and looked over her shoulder, "Why have you stopped?" She asked the still frozen Tim. He reacted instantly, quickly removing his shirt and trousers, shoes and socks and finally his underpants. Mistress Dianne, who was now sitting on the bed, looked him up and down and then smiled. Tearing my eyes away from her I stared at the source of her ridicule, poor Tim, I thought. His cock stood straight out in front of him and was obviously fully erect yet I doubted it measured more than three inches in length and an inch across. It made my six inches look positively huge.

He blushed when he saw what she was smiling at but Mistress Dianne appeared not to notice as she asked, "Do you like my shoes Timmy?" "Yes." He whispered. "Come over here." She indicated the floor at her feet and he rushed to obey her. "It seems I've got a little dirt on my shoe, but don't worry, I've decided to allow you to clean them for me." His next move caught me completely by surprise; he fell to his knees and began licking her shoe from toe to heel. Mistress Dianne took the opportunity to look across at me and smiled blowing me a kiss.

After Timmy had successfully cleaned every inch of her shoes, including the soles, Mistress Dianne stood up and walked over to the mirror where she stood directly in front of me. "Come over here Timmy." She ordered. Timmy scrambled over staying on his knees. She turned sideways and stroked her behind, "Do you think I have a nice arse Timmy?" "Yes of course I do... it's perfect." He added. "You may kiss it." She said simply. Timmy scrambled the few extra feet and slowly moved his face closer to her behind. I felt a pang of jealousy as he neared it; this was something I'd never been asked to do, why should he be allowed? I thought.

Timmy hesitated, "May I pull your panties to one side please?" He whined. "ABSOLUTELY NOT." Mistress Dianne snapped, to my delight. "Only one person is permitted to touch my bare flesh there with his tongue, and it's not you. Now get on with it before I change my mind." She smiled at me again and blew me another kiss. Strangely, my heart leapt at the realisation that I was the person she spoke about. Imagine being thrilled to know you're the only person allowed too lick a woman's backside.

I returned my attention to Timmy and his efforts at licking her behind without actually being permitted to pass the material. The panties were soaked where he lapped furiously in an effort to attain his goal. I was so intent on Timmy, I failed to notice Mistress Dianne reach up and flick the switch that opened the sliding mirror. Timmy once again froze on the spot and stared, this time at me. It took me a few seconds to realise he could actually see me, and when I did I could feel myself blushing from head to foot.

Mistress Dianne was grinning at me as she asked, "Do you like that Timmy?" She bumped his face with her behind. "I asked you a question, do you like that?" "Ermm, yes, ermm, I do yes." He replied. "I'll bet you wish it was you strapped into that corset don't you?" "Yes." He whispered longingly. "What would you give to take Nancy's place?" "Anything, just name it, I'll do whatever you want." He responded anxiously. "Well there is something you might try. You see Nancy hasn't been allowed to climax for quite a few days now, and as you can see he's extremely aroused. I'm sure he'd enjoy it if you were to help him relieve his tension with your mouth."

"Would you let me take his place if I did?" He asked. "Now Timmy, you know better than to make demands, if you don't want to help poor Nancy, I suggest you leave..." "NO," Timmy yelled and rushed forward to kneel at my groin. I groaned as he took my erection in his hand and slowly touched it with his tongue. As he did so I was embarrassed to feel a thrill run through my body. 'It's a man eating you,' I told myself, 'tell him to stop.' But my tongue refused to make any sound other than a groan as he sucked the tip into his open mouth. His efforts were extremely amateur, even to someone of my very limited experience, but even so, it was only a matter of seconds before I was shooting sperm into his mouth by the gallon, at least it seemed like gallons. He even swallowed every last drop without being told to. Thinking back, I had to admire him for that, he really was determined to replace me in my little alcove. Sadly for him, my Mistress had other ideas. "Very good Timmy, just look at Nancy's face, you can see how much he enjoyed that. Now Nancy, are you going to let Timmy take your place as my slave? This is your big chance for freedom." "NO," I snapped without even thinking. "I mean, please don't make me Mistress Dianne." She smiled, under the circumstances I think I can forgive your exuberance. Well Timmy, I'm afraid you have your answer."

"But couldn't you take both of us?" He begged. "I'm afraid not, this is far too small a flat for three. I'll tell you what though, I have a friend who would be delighted to take you in, would you like me to call her for you?" Timmy didn't try to hide the joy on his face he fell down and kissed Dianne's feet muttering his thanks. "Very well, leave your number on the hall stand as you leave and I'll ask her to contact you." Timmy thanked her again and reached for his clothing, which she'd piled on a chair in the corner. "What are you doing?" She asked. "My clothes, you don't expect me to go out naked do you?" Mistress Dianne frowned, "I expect you to do whatever I tell you." She walked over to the dressing table and pulled something out. As she walked back she held a floral dress against her body and smiling at me she asked, "Remember this?"

I looked at the dress in confusion, then it struck me, this was the dress I'd been holding the very first time she'd spoken to me. She threw it to Tim, "Here, put this on." He pulled it over his head and pushed his arms through the holes. It was even worse than I remembered, an awful floral print that was far too short and tight for Tim to wear, it only just covered his groin and that would fall out every time he took a step. Mistress Dianne must have come to the same conclusion because she pulled down her panties and tossed them to him. He stepped into them gratefully and pulled them up his legs. He looked ridiculous and knew it, but to his credit, he once again thanked Dianne and then, after retrieving his wallet and keys, with Dianne's permission of course, he walked out. Mistress Dianne released me from my bonds and I spent the next hour eating her pussy and arse in turn as she achieved countless orgasms.

The next day, I was pleased to hear Mistress Dianne talking to one of her friends on the phone. "Believe me Judy, he's exactly what you need... Absolutely not, he hasn't got a macho bone in his body... trust me, he'll be putty in your hands. Tell you what, give him a call and tell him to take a room at the motel round the corner from you... yes that's it, then meet him there and see what you think... yes, what have you got to lose? Oh by the way, tell him to wear the clothes he was wearing when he left here... trust me... sure it's 654 3878, let me know how you go...sure, see you then." She turned to me and smiled as she hung up the phone, "Poor Timmy won't know what's hit him. Now, I'm suddenly feeling very horny, get your head down here." She pointed to her crutch as she spread here legs open to admit me.

It was several weeks before Mistress Dianne's next 'conquest'. I have to give her credit, not only was she be able to pick men with a submissive inclination - with the right guidance - she also seemed to know exactly how to handle them for the best results. With the exception of Jerry of course, he still eluded her grasp, though I suspected she was far from beaten. In fact he'd called her several times and on each occasion she'd refused to see him, citing some of the most obscure excuses, such as having to take her aunt's dog to the vet, or having the carpet shampooed and not wishing to walk on it.

Anyway her next target was most unusual; he was a pushy guy in his early twenties. The first time we saw him he was with his girlfriend looking for an outfit for her. I took an instant dislike to him, he was arrogant, self centred and treated his girl, a sweet lady of about nineteen, as though she was a possession. I could see from the look she gave him that Dianne was far from impressed by his attitude and I thought for one awful moment, she was going to throw him out of the shop. Instead of which, she turned on her charm and invited them both to dinner and a private showing. Ken wasn't interested at first, until Dianne said, "Of course, since it will be outside business hours, if you decide you like anything I won't be able to charge you." As she obviously knew, this got the miserable bastard's full attention and when he realised that he would not only be getting a free meal, but he could clothe Jenny for free, he accepted the invitation.

The meal was a dreadful experience, as I'd expected, Ken ate like a pig, and drank the wine as if he was drinking beer, Dianne encouraged him by constantly topping up his glass. The result was, that while the rest of us were almost sober, he was close to passing out by the end of the meal. Jenny kept apologising for his behavior, but Dianne, quite rightly, would hear none of it. "I'll tell you one thing," Jenny added, "This is the last time he embarrasses me, after tonight we're finished, he can go and find himself another girl to do his bidding. Would you believe I even wash and iron his clothes for him, and we don't even live together, well no more, he's on his own now."

It was then that Dianne surprised us both by saying, "I think you're being a little hasty. With the right persuasion I think we can change his attitude toward you completely." I grinned as I realised what she had in mind, while I didn't know the details, I knew it would involve humiliating Ken in some way, and that could only be a good thing as far as I was concerned.

The first thing we had to do was strip his clothes off. Between the three of us, it didn't take too long. Then we virtually carried him into the bathroom, where, with the aid of a tube of depilatory cream, the ladies removed every hair from his body. They tied his hands behind his back when they stood him under the shower to wash the cream off, just in case it sobered him up. But they needn't have worried; he was far too drunk for a little water to have any effect. Dianne went to remove the bonds, but Jenny, with a curious twinkle in her eye, said she'd prefer to leave him tied.

They lay him down on the bed and this was where my part of the saga began. Mistress Dianne told me to take off my shirt and trousers. And as I did so I braced myself for Jenny's negative reaction, but she simply said, "I hope you have one of those corsets to fit him." She nodded towards Ken. "But not as good as that one, he's not worth it." She added. It seemed Jenny wasn't quite the naïve little girl I'd imagined and she'd been aware of my undergarments from almost the first moment she saw me in the shop. This made me wonder how many other people knew my little secret, but I didn't have much time to think about it before Mistress Dianne ordered me over to the bed.

At her instruction I lay down beside Ken putting my arms around him. As I kissed him on the cheek Mistress Dianne took a photograph. Over the next fifteen minutes she took shots of the two of us from every angle, including one of me with my erection brushing his lips. By pure chance Ken chose that precise moment to open his eyes and smile at Jenny.

Although the shots we had were more than enough to ensure a radical change in his attitude, Jenny wanted more. At her insistence we dressed him in a corset and stockings, made up his face and even pulled a wig on his head, with Jenny taking photographs at every stage of the transformation. I have to say that while Mistress Dianne is very skilled with make up, even she could only succeed in turning Ken into a very ugly female, although thinking back, it wouldn't surprise me to find out that that had been her intention all along.

The ladies finished his outfit with a plain black dress and a pair of shoes with 2" heels. Then, since he was still incapable of walking Jenny tied him hand and foot and secured him to the bed, on the floor naturally. She spent the night cuddled between Dianne on one side and me on the other. Nothing sexual happened, we just hugged each other and fell asleep. We were wakened quite early by Ken's protests. We decided, sensibly I thought, not to gag him in case he vomited and choked himself. Unfortunately that meant that we had to listen to his noise in the morning, but Jenny, showing all the confidence of a mature dominatrix simply released him from the bed, pulled him to his feet and slapped him several times across the face until his protests stopped.

I almost felt sorry for him, he looked dreadful and it didn't take a doctor to know he had a dreadful hangover. But Jenny exhibiting not the slightest sympathy, picked up the Polaroid photos we'd taken and showed him a couple of the more incriminating shots. "I think you might find things are going to change quite dramatically in our relationship Kenny my boy." She said. Without another word she pulled her clothes on, she'd slept in her underwear, then after releasing Ken's legs; she threw a coat over his shoulders to cover his bound hands. Walking over to the bed where Dianne and I still lay watching all this; she thanked us, kissed us both goodbye and almost dragged Ken out of the flat. You may be interested to know that we saw them again a couple of weeks later. This time however, Jenny was doing the buying and Ken was the recipient. I could never have imagined such a dramatic change in anyone in such a short period. He was demure, completely silent unless addressed, and in a strange way, almost effeminate in his actions.

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.

It's hard to say whether I would ever actually enjoy sex with another man, but it's safe to say that the thought no longer revolted me, as it once would have. As soon as I recovered, I looked across at my Mistress who nodded her approval. I eased myself off Jerry and on shaking legs; I staggered over to her. She smiled up at me; "My Nancy's a woman now." Was all she said as she directed me to go and clean myself up. I took a very long, hot shower before drying myself off and dressing once more in corset and stockings. By the time I returned to the bedroom I was surprised to see that Jerry was fully dressed and apparently preparing to leave.

It was obvious they'd had a discussion about something and by the look on his face, Mistress Dianne had disappointed him in some way. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him quite passionately and said. "I'm going to call a friend of mine tomorrow, she'll be in touch with you soon, I expect you to treat her exactly as you would me, is that clear?"

Jerry bowed his head in defeat, "Yes Mistress, I will."

"Good, oh by the way, I imagine she'll expect your body to be free of hair, so it might be best if you shave it tonight before you go to bed, just in case she comes round to see you early in the morning, now off you go." She dismissed him as she would a reluctant child. My erstwhile lover glanced once in my direction and left the flat.

That night as I lay wrapped in my Mistresses arms I said, "I thought you might decide to keep Jerry and send me away."

"I thought about it," She admitted. I felt my stomach turn upside down until she added, "But then I decided I was quite happy with things the way they are. Mind you, that doesn't mean we can't have Jerry over to visit occasionally. Would you like that?"

"I'd prefer it if we didn't." I admitted.

"We'll see..." Mistress Dianne kissed me on the forehead and turned out the light. "Goodnight Phillip."

To Be Continued...

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