Forced Homosexuality & Cum Drinking
Her black strap-on dildo around her waist bounces slightly up and down almost as if it was real. The fake balls that do not move nor as soft as real ones mostly cover her sex as does the round ring where the leather belt joins to hold her cock. Still, I can see how heavy her lips are with desire. Except for the strap-on, she is nude and beautifully glowing with anticipation of what’s to come. It’s why I am wearing a pair of lacey black panties, bra, wig, stiletto heels, red lipstick, and uncomfortable. Behind her is another man naked, with a spreader keeping his legs apart, hands shackled above. His blue eyes are looking at both of us knowing that after tonight things will change forever. Does he want to stop? I had been selected from the many to enact her fantasy. If I did well, there was the hint of a permanent arrangement. She put me through many tests. Slowly, she broke me down and then built me into her property. I enjoyed it all. The daily e-mails, the web cam submission, the late night phone calls that lasted for minutes evolving into hours. It was a step-by-step process: the ridding of my fantasies and desires, learning the real meaning of submission, and, most of all, discovering what I did that pleased her. The feminization was the most difficult hurdle and thought that I would fail her because of my reluctance. I resisted becoming her slut but eventually surrendered because I did not want to turn back. How could I after coming so close to being a true submissive to a true dominate? I would forever wonder if I had made the right choice in not accepting her control over me.
When she deemed me ready, a plane ticket arrived by courier. Instructions were left on the voice mail account on what to bring, which wasn’t much more than a few items of clothing. The flight seemed to be painfully slow, but soon I arrived. Her husband who held a sign with my name on it met me. We shook hands and led me to the limousine with the chauffer holding open the door. She told me she was quite wealthy, but I had doubts. They all disappeared when we arrived at a large home in an area known around the world for its wealthy residents. Once inside, I finally meet her in person. She is wearing her favorite latex skirt, boots, and jacket. My real time submission begins when she gives me my first of many orders.
Many things have happened each one more interesting than the next. It is easier and more difficult being with her in person than I believed it would be. She is funny, friendly, and considerate when we aren’t playing. Her husband is the same. We all go to a sporting event, out to dinner, to a club, and meet several of her friends who seem to be in the know as to why I am there. It is like being involved with vampires or a secret society. When we play, she is challenging and ferocious. Each time she becomes more insatiable with me. I do everything she wants eventually, but find myself going further than I ever thought I would. I spend what seems hours between her legs satisfying her passion. I of course get no relief or release. That is being saved for some other time.
When she is at work, her husband and I work out, go running, or do errands for her. He appreciates that I am in good shape physically and able to keep up with his physical routine. We don’t talk about what she does to both of us, but we both have enough of a self-depreciating sense of humor. To the outside world, we must seem like longtime buddies hanging out. So far, I have done everything right or so he thinks. We both know that my time is almost at an end and the final night will be spent enacting a fantasy, that she has shared with both us. It makes him as uncomfortable as it does me, yet neither of us indicates that we will back out. She has purposely kept us apart.
Now, she orders me to crawl to where she is standing. His cock is in her hand and erect she grabs me with the other hand and orders me to open my mouth. She places her strap on in front of me and orders me to lick it. Then she orders me to lick his. I alternate between the two of them. He moans as I finally swallow him completely. She then steps away and tells me to keep going. I groan as I feel what is like to be her cock sucking slave slut. She is playing with his nipples and kissing him. He is thrashing and squirming while I suck him the way she trained me over the past months. I am stiff and hard myself but with no release available. My hands are behind his thighs pulling him close as possible. This is my first real cock and I am surprised by the taste and my passion involved.
She is behind him now and orders me to stop. She gets one of those aerobic steps and places it behind him. She orders me over to her and orders me to suck her strap-on. I do as I ordered. Once it is glistening with my saliva, she orders me to stop and get the lube on the nightstand. I return with it and she orders me to lube him up. I follow her instructions carefully with hands shaking. He moans, but I sense that it is humiliating for him to be invaded by my fingers. She is watching the mirrors and smiling wickedly at it all. I am done and step back. She places the head of the strap-on and pushes in slowly. He moans and groans while I kneel watching it happen. I am ordered to suck him again and I begin again. She taunts him. Do you see how good I trained my slut to suck you? You enjoy this? You are being fucked and sucked, lover.
He is begging to cum. I am about to taste him. It is shattering me to know that I am about to cross a taboo area. We are all covered in sweat. Look down, she says to him. My lips are on the tip of his cock. He does and I am certain that he sees the top of my wig and thinks of me as a woman. Look up, she orders me. I do. Our eyes meet. She thrusts deep into him causing him to thrust into my mouth. I suck and roll my tongue like she showed me. She orgasms at the same time he does. I get a mouth full of his seed, which I do not swallow. A few minutes pass before she orders me to show her. They both see it. Smiling, she tells me to swallow it. I do and then order us to kiss. We do with plenty of tongue. He tastes himself. She joins us and we share a three-way kiss. She then allows me to cum. I masturbate into a wine glass for her. He is still bound. As a result of weeks of sexual denial and frustration, my orgasm is powerful and draining. I find myself between her legs licking her sex. She climaxes loudly, gripping my head tightly.
Her husband feels her hugging him and kissing his neck. She raises the wine glass to his lips and orders him to drink. He shakes his head but she gives him a stern look and his lips open. She pulls his head back and orders him to lick the inside of the glass clean. I am done. I am sent back to the room. Now, I am tired and drifting. I will sleep heavily and tomorrow, I will be flying back home. Where this goes next, I am not certain. I wonder if she will offer me a permanent place with them. My thoughts are concerned with how much I pleased her. That’s all I care about but how I desire to serve her again.