This was it, the moment had come… she checked herself in the mirror, smoothed down her little black dress took a deep breath and said, with a slight tremor in her voice “let’s go!”.
‘Her’ day had really started after checking into the hotel at 11am, mistress had done all the planning so she didn’t know what to expect. Leaving their overnight bags mistress had taken her husband down to the city streets and to a glass doored building. He hadn’t chance to check the name but as the door opened it was clear that this was some kind of salon. The receptionist looked up at them, took a moment then smiled, “Mrs Jones?, come this way”. Mistress smiled back, amused that she’d been recognised as she was the only woman to bring along her husband, she’d called to discuss the treatments required a week ago. “This is Mrs and Mr Jones” the receptionist said as she held the door to the first treatment room, “..this is Jenny!”
“Hi Mrs Jones” said Jenny, ignoring the bewildered husband behind her “Lets begin…He should strip!”. Mr Jones’ face flushed as his wife simply turned and nodded once. He knew she meant it and so started to unbutton the pink shirt he’d been told to wear, he slipped it off and hung it over the chair, next his shoes he slipped off and socks, delaying the moment he dreaded when he had to remove his jeans showing his pink lace underwear. He fumbled with his belt. His fingers shook as he unbuttoned the fly. “Get on with it!” Mistress commanded eliciting a stifled giggle from Jenny in her white salon uniform. He pulled down his jeans, prompting another chuckle from Jenny, which made mistress smile. Mr Jones now stood naked in front of the two ladies, but for a pair of pink lace panties, “Those too” Jenny said as she looked him up and down.. Mistress gave another nod to confirm. He knew he had no choice, he’d discussed preparation with mistress and he knew what she expected and so knew the panties had to go. He slipped his fingers into the lacy waist band and smoothed the panties down his thighs, letting them fall to his ankles where Jenny noticed, for the first time a silver anklet. Mr Jones stepped delicately out of his panties
“I see your problem now”, Jenny offered to mistress with a sympathetic smile. “Yes he’s never going to satisfy a woman like me so I may as well see if he can do anything else useful”
The next hour was spent having hot wax applied to Mr Jones’ body, starting with his legs, the pain of the hair being ripped out was nothing to the embarrassment he felt as Jenny and mistress chatted openly about his little clit, the differences between him and a real man. As they relaxed the small talk developed to jenny talking about her boyfriend who she commented was quite big, how it had scared her at first and how she realised when he first fucked her that she’d never bother with a smaller cock again and definitely not a tiny clit like Mr Jones’. Jenny opened up her iPhone and said “That’s it” with a naughty smile on her face, showing the screen to Mrs Jones. Mrs Jones face reddened and she shifted in her seat as she looked. “Mmmm that would feel nice… would be good to feel a real man!”
“This won’t take long” said Jenny as she applied the wax to his cock…they both laughed.
His body was puffy and tender from having all the hair removed and the cool lotion Jenny smoothed over him was soothing, she held his dicklet between her fingers as she massaged in the cream then dropped it with a chuckle.
Mr Jones was instructed to dress and enjoyed the feeling of the lace against his skin as he pulled his panties up his legs his jeans felt rough against his hairless skin.
The girls in the salon were gathered around as they left and he felt his face redden as mistress paid for the treatment, it was clear they were enjoying a laugh at his expense. “Just a minute” one said as they made for the door, “can I borrow him?” Mrs Jones agreed. “Have a seat, we can’t have him untidy”. The next few minutes were spent in full view of the whole salon as the assistant plucked his eyebrows shaping them in to a feminine curve. “All done” she declared, “much better”. All agreed!
As they walked hand in hand down the street he felt less masculine, he felt changed, it was clear to all who was in charge.
Mistress suggested a quick drink and chose an expensive looking bar, with dim lighting and opulent décor, they took up two bar stools as the bartender approached
“Hi guys what can I get you”, “a pint of lager and…” Mr Jones replied quickly before Mistress interrupted “He’ll have a glass of wine”, she shot a look at him, “a nice rose… and a large Malibu and please”. The bartender readjusted his position, quickly looked between the two, smirked and asked Mistress which Rose, offering the wine menu. “The pinkest please!” she replied with a grin and a flirtatious wink. She had his attention.
The quick drink became three and both were feeling relaxed, Mrs Jones had watched as groups of men who had finished work for the day had come in, Mr Jones had noticed her gaze had dropped lower as she scanned them, her eyes widening at times as, he presumed, she had noticed anything ‘interesting’. Some had passed close and she had smiled at them making them smile back before doing a double take as they realised she was sat with her husband. He knew some of the men were looking over and clearly talking about them and saw that his Mistress had lowered the buttons on her blouse.
“These are on me” the bartender got their attention as he placed the drinks down “I’ve finished now if I could join you for a drink?” it was clear he was addressing Mrs Jones. “Of course” she smiled back following him with her eyes as he rounded the bar “aren’t you going to offer your seat sissy?” “but, but …. “ he stammered. “go and have a sit down over there” she said nodding towards a seat by the window “while I have a chat”.
Over the next 40 minutes he sat, not acknowledging his wife and the bartender, but acutely aware when the bartender pulled his stool closer, when he saw her hand touch his leg, as she played with the silver cross around her neck, as she rested her feet on the crossbar of his stool between his open legs. As they finished their drinks, she stood between his thighs her hands resting on them, her wedding ring glinting in the light. He leaned forward and kissed her goodbye, it started as a peck but lasted just a moment too long and as she broke the bartender pressed a paper into her hand.
“Sissy!” she commanded and he followed her out.
At the hotel he ran her a bath and relaxed while she bathed, he occasionally heard her phone ping when she received a text.
When it was his turn to bathe he took a glass of the pink wine mistress had put in the fridge as a little dutch courage for what was to come… he checked everywhere for hair, his balls his little cockette, his legs and most importantly his pussy, he knew mistress expected perfection and Jenny had done a good job.
His phone pinged ‘Back in a while your things are ready be in the bar by 8’.
He dried off then moisturised in the bathroom before entering the bedroom where he was met with two boxes, both black and both wrapped with a pink bow! He pulled the ribbon on the smaller box and opened it up. The box had pink tissue lining which he softly opened up to find immaculately laid out underwear. The matching set of black sheer fabric highlighted with pink embroidery consisted of a bra, brazillian panties and suspender belt., lifting the lingerie out revealed a pair of whalenet stockings with a pink lace trim. But first things first!
While he wondered where Mistress was he painted both his toe and finger nails in the deep red shade he’d been given making sure to do a good job and without smudging. Next, he applied his makeup which he’d been practising so as not to look like a complete tranny faggot, as mistress put it, he was getting good at smokey sensual eye makeup for a softer look. He looked through the mirror seeing his feminine side building but still wondering what on earth had led him to this.
With makeup done he put on his cage as instructed, it was really small, and fitted him perfectly, not being to obvious and would fit in his panties well… as he clicked the lock his phone pinged. Mistress: I hope you’re nearly ready…I am!. I’m at a bar having a drink with a friend … back soon xxxx. “at a bar… with which friend” He wondered but his question was answered ‘ping’ .. he opened the message which displayed a selfie of mistress and the bartender from earlier. The next message whooshed up…’He’s a real man sissy!’ he read it over and over wondering what she meant, as they’d had fun saying what ‘real men’ were like. Underneath his makeup he could feel his face redden with humiliation and jealousy. PING!, another message… he hesitated …. Quickly he pulled on the stockings he’d un packed fastening the suspenders around his waist and attaching the clasps, he was picking up his bra when another ping… he ignored it… and fastened the clasp readjusting his tiny tits… he couldn’t help it when the third message came and opened up his phone. The first picture was a mans legs with mistress hand, complete with wedding ring half way up his thigh, the second a little further and the third her hand was resting higher her fingers just touching his flies her thumb wrapped around the unmistakeable bulge of a hard, long cock.
With a sense of urgency Mr Jones opened the other box which held his new dress chosen by Mistress. He knew it would be short and sexy as she liked his legs on show and seeing what she had bought overwhelmed him with love. She had found the dress he never could and he just hoped it fitted, in that moment the images of Mistress touching the bartenders erect cock were forgotten, he was like a girl before prom.
Looking in the mirror he smoothed down the dress, it reached just below his stocking tops, the heels mistress had bought him weeks before lengthened his legs beautifully, the wavy brunette wig she had bought looked sexy as it flowed over his shoulders, his makeup was as good as he had managed so far. Turning he admired his own bum and legs, the red soles of his heels begged attention.
PING! Mistress: On my way back be in the bar in 5, the picture attached stopped him in his tracks. Mistress’ hand holding a cock!... a big cock! His head whirled partly from the wine partly the adrenaline and jealousy running through his veins partly the excitement. He sat for a minute to compose himself. He had been told 5 minutes! He took one last drink before walking to the mirror….
This was it, the moment had come… she checked herself in the mirror, smoothed down her little black dress took a deep breath and said, with a slight tremor in her voice “let’s go!”. SHE headed for the door. Hanging on the door was a silver clutch purse with a yellow post it note saying ‘for you Sasha XXXX’. Sasha took a moment to open up the purse and inside found a lipstick and sachets of lube and…. That was it! She opened the door placed the room key card in her clutch as the door clicked shut.
As the door opened Sasha straightened up her back, and strode out past reception towards the bar. In the bar she glanced around for Mistress… her position of safety, she needed the support to stop all her insecurities surfacing.. the smile from the bar washed over her like warmth on a cold day.
“Good evening Sasha”, I couldn’t believe how Mistress looked …. The black dress she wore fitted her perfectly showing off her cleavage, sequins led down to her kegs and the highest of heels. I forgot for a moment … well… who I was, “Good evening Mistress, you look… amazing!” “Not too bad yourself sissy, the dress suits you. Would you like a drink?”, “Yes please” I answered the words stuck in my throat a second. There was something about mistress that seemed different. “Mike!, this is Sasha… Sasha Mike… Could you get her a glass of Rose please” As Mike poured I knew he knew, I knew Mistress had probably told him that her useless fag husband was on his way. We sat and drank as people passed by, relaxing into the fact I was now Sasha until Mistress said “what about him he’s hot!” I turned to see him, dressed in a light suit with dark Italian looks… my eyes immediately dropped to his tight suit trousers and the outline of his cock, even soft straining the classic cut of his trousers. Fuck! Fuck!, the first man ive looked at and I look straight at his cock and Mistress saw.
“Its ok Sasha us girls all look, he had a nice dick!... a mans dick!” I felt my face flush.
As we walked down the road I tried to walk as feminine as I could, wanting to look the part, not like a tranny fag. By now I’d d*unk quite a bit and felt some confidence returning. If I was going to be dressed in public I was going to have fun!
“Here” Mistress said as we approached the bar I took a deep breath! I knew we were in the gay part of town but had no idea what to expect.
As we entered we were greeted by the two doormen, “evening ladies”… I quickly checked but neither were smirking there was nothing underlying their welcome. As we entered my head slightly dipped through nerves and embarrassment, I scanned the customers to see who was staring… no one! Mistress ordered drinks again and another glass of pink wine for me the bartender looked both of us up and down then smiled. We downed our free shots which burned and, like a drug, instantly relaxed me. We sat opposite in a booth Mistress watched me as we sat, prompting “What?, Why do you keep looking?”… “Oh nothing” she replied… a few minutes later and she hadn’t taken her eyes off me, watching as I sipped my rose wine, my fingers delicately cupping the bowl of the glass, my red lipstick staining its rim. I felt more self-conscious under the judging eyes of Mistress as she watched than I had so far today. “You are such a sissy Sasha!” she laughed. “Tonights going to be fun!”. My face flushed again but the words melted the growing tension in my shoulders. I straightened up, remembered to cross my legs giving anyone passing a view of my long fishnetted legs and the patent black 6”heels with the red sole Mistress had bought. I pulled my dress down a touch to cover my stocking tops. As I looked up through my false eyelashes Mistress smiled looking straight into my eyes “Good girl sissy!”.
As we chatted and drank Mistress pointed out which men she liked and described what it was that attracted her to them, their looks, the different parts of their bodies I could only look and agree, I commented from time to time on things that just weren’t right. “yes but look at his face” I said about one “yes but look down sissy” Mistress replied. And I did! The man in question was pretty average build, she’d picked out his casual but very smart clothing, but there it was!, his dark blue jeans weren’t too tight but you could clearly see the outline of a big cock, his flies bulged slightly, as my eyes followed the shape there must have been four inches hanging below the crotch of his jeans… I could even make out the shape of the head of his cock!. She tapped my leg, to bring me back to the room and as I broke my stare I made the mistake of looking up and straight into his eyes…. He just smiled back. It was obvious what I’d been looking at and I turned quickly back to Mistress my face burned. Mistress laughed! “Slut!”
We moved between bars as the night picked up, we stood in some bars with men ogling our legs, some sniggering, some looking us both up and down as we passed, when I followed her through a narrow passage I was not surprised at the attention mistress was getting. Mistress heels were silver and sparkled, matched by the ankle chain she always wore with the two keys resting against her perfect stockinged legs. She’d chosen stockings with the pinstripe up the back, if you looked closely the stripe formed a whip at the end. My anklet, which I’d tried to keep hidden, was silver too though hung from it were 5 silver letters which spelled S-I-S-S-Y. and a recent addition was a silver spade (like those on playing cards) with a ‘Q’ pierced through its middle, another gift from Mistress. Mistress wore a sequinned black dress, suitably short I might add to show off her legs, with a wrapover top highlighting her hard to resist cleavage. She is such a turn on and even my caged little clit wanted her though it was clear to me she was out of bounds, she wanted real men who could satisfy her needs! Not a tiny dicked faggot like me.
She had made clear that my pussy was the only way I should receive sexual pleasure, She had spent over a year developing my skills, making sure I knew how to please, how to tease, how to suck cock, deepthroat too!, she had stretched my pussy so any man could have me … she had locked away my useless clit so long ago that it was no longer on my mind. She had made her own sissy whore!, and she’d brought her whore out tonight in public for the first time.
I followed her through the bar where she chose a high booth, I watched as she slipped into the seat, bum first then, knees together, pulled her legs underneath the table. As I made to sit she simply said “Drinks sub!”, “Yes mistress, of course” I replied only then realising it was quieter here and everyone had heard. As everyone turned to look, sniggering I sloped off to the bar.
At the bar the queue was three deep and service was slow. When I made it through I was conscious of all around me, some smiled some gave disparaging looks, the man beside me was taller than me even in heels and he looked and smiled. “ can I get you a drink?”, no thanks I said and quickly turned away. It took a while before I ordered and mistress had said she’d like a cocktail “..and get yourself something girly!”, which left me stood waiting. As I waited I felt a hand touch my waist, thinking it was just the press of the queue I ignored it, it was hard to ignore when it slipped down around my back. I ignored it. As the hand moved down to my bum I felt vulnerable, confused, self conscious, I had no idea what to do… I felt a a warm finger touch my leg below my dress, through my fishnets.. “£12 please”, I paid and, saved by the bell, made my way back to Mistress.
“Here she is”, mistresses two friends turned “this is Sasha she’s my sissy!” The two men grinned looking me up and down, “and she does exactly what she’s told?” the man sat in my seat said, “Of course she does she’s a very good girl!” “Thank you Sasha” mistress said as I placed her drink down. “This is John” she nodded to the seated dark haired man “..and Steve” as I looked toward the other man who was well built with blonde brown hair. As I stood, pretty much fixed to the spot I could see the three had been chatting a while and were getting on well. John was talking more to mistresses tits as they conversed, while Steve was standing beside her and when she answered him she had to look upwards giving John a better view. Both seemed quite disinterested in me and seemed to make a point of ignoring me. The volume of the music had now increased and I struggled to hear anything that was being said, occasionally they turned to look at me and every time they either smiled or laughed between themselves. As I stood by I became more conscious of how I looked, I held my glass lightly, I straightened up again and started to scan the bar. One man caught my eye he was stood alone and I could tell he was watching me, he was OK looking and smiled at me. I smiled back then looked away. I turned again and he was still looking. “Are you ready sissy?” mistress asked drawing my attention away. “Yes Mistress”, “Sorry gents its time for another bar!”. I finished the cocktail and Mistress passed me my purse and took my hand as we left.
“I saw you sissy” mistress said as we walked outside, the air was cool. “I saw you and the guy watching each other”. ”Do you think he wanted my slut?”. “Err, I don’t know mistress wasn’t he just being pleasant?” I replied not really knowing what to say “I do sissy!, I think he wanted you… his eyes were all over you when you weren’t looking”. “Were they mistress?”, I inquired feeling a little taller which was hard as I stood over six foot seven in my heels. I told mistress how I’d had a hand on my arse while at the bar and explained that it was nerve wracking and how the bartender just saved me. “Why didn’t you let him buy you a drink Sasha, didn’t you think that was rude when he was clearly making an effort?”. “I didn’t know what to do mistress, I wasn’t expecting it and panicked a bit”. “Well if that happens again you know what to do sissy?”. “No mistress…. What?”….. “Be the good girl I’ve taught you to be and accept the drink, treat him with the respect he deserves as your superior, be available… but not too available!”. Yes Mistress I gulped as I tried to understand what she had said.
As we entered the next bar the music rung in my ears, the deep bass thudded in my chest, it was darker here than the other bars, the effects lighting pierced the smoke filled air with its spectrum of colours. Mistress guided us to the bar and ordered, a bottle of sparkling Rose and two glasses. She took control and poured the wine. “Congratulations on coming this far sissy, you’ve done well…. so far!”. What she said hung in my head for a moment, “Thank you Mistress.”
We stood chatting at the bar, mistress eyeing the talent around her, I occasionally looked around to see where she was looking trying not to meet the eyes of the men I saw. “Ladies!.., the bartender interrupted… placing the two shot glasses next to my silver clutch bag, “…from the couple in the corner!” as he poured the clear liquid. We both turned to look, seeing a couple in their late 30s he dressed in an expensive looking blue shirt her a deep red halter neck dress. I turned back as Mistress smiled and mouthed “Thank you”. She nudged the glass toward my hand “Sissy!”.
I picked up the shot, turned smiling and raised the glass to my lips knocking the harsh liquid back in one, mistress followed. The couple smiled back as they matched us drinking the shots.
A couple of minutes later and the couple who had sent the shots were before us “Hi,”, “You two look great!, are you having a good night?” she wasn’t short of confidence “Love your heels” she said as she looked straight at me “Thank you, they were a present from Mistress!”....then I realised what I’d said. I’d just outed myself as submissive to my wife! “Mistress?”, she exclaimed her eyes sparkling. Mistress joined explaining our relationship, that I was her submissive sissy and this was our first ‘girls night out’. Leanne was enjoying chatting to Mistress and had loads of questions for her, which I struggled to hear but knew the discussion was about me as they frequently turned to look. “So you’re her submissive sissy slut?” Leanne enquired, “I asked Justin to wear my panties once but he flat refused” she said, “.. besides he would never have fit in them” she laughed, leaning back into her partner her hand briefly groped his crotch. Justin just smiled as he caught me looking down below his waist and the ample bulge there. Leanne also noticed my look.
Over the next twenty minutes or so we all chatted, quite relaxed, lead mainly by Leanne who had more questions for mistress. She was very forward asking about our sex life, whether we fucked, what we did. Mistress took out her phone showing the pair a picture, then showing me the naked picture of myself “You can see why he makes a better girl than a man!” they all laughed! When mistress showed a picture of my chastity cage explaining that it was the small version “That’s so cute, Sasha” Leanne stated sympathetically. “Are you wearing it now?”. I confirmed that I was, “Justin wouldn’t fit the end of his cock in there!”… “Feel”, I couldn’t believe she’d said it, I didn’t know where to look, what to do, I looked at Mistress for help. “As your told Sasha!” Mistress said like she’d just lit the touchpaper and was standing right back. “But… but” “As told sissy!” mistress reinforced. The command didn’t go unheard, ‘as told’ was mistresses instruction when we had played on webcams and I’d been asked to do things… it was clear what she expected and as my eyes passed to Leanne she was expecting the same. Justin simply stood smirking a little it was clear here was proud of ‘himself’. The three were now watching, waiting for me to touch all smiling with anticipation of what was coming next. I took a step toward Justin, I reached out, my hand trembling, I brushed over the front of his jeans before I pulled back “No, have a feel” Leanne insisted. “See what a real man feels like sissy” mistress joined. I stood forward again and firmly this time pushed my hand against him, I curled my fingers up cupping his balls, I could feel his heat, my fingers followed his shaft and I felt his cock twitch under my hand. My face flushed with heat. “What’s it like sissy?” Mistress asked. “It’s far bigger than mine Mistress” “Ha ha of course it is sissy yours is just a useless sissy clit!”. After that, conversation made its way to the didoes mistress fucked me with, and that I deepthroated 9” black rubber cocks and eventually Mistress revealed that she fist fucked me and that I could take two at once. I started feeling proud of what I was able to take and when Leanne said she struggled to take Justins full length I beamed saying “ I could no problem!” Mistress agreed “She’s such a slut!”.
Justin and Leanne said that they were meeting friends and they had to go but hoped to catch up later if we could, if not it was fun meeting us and they wished us a great night. The two ladies kissed goodbye as Justin and I shook hands. It felt odd shaking hands with the man whose cock I’d held earlier.
I’d been holding off but now the time really had come, I couldn’t wait any longer… I need the loo. “Mistress, I need the toilet!” I’d had some time to think but still wasn’t sure “Go then sissy I’ll get the drinks”, “but Mistress…. Which?”. Mistress realised my predicament and thought for a moment before leaning in and kissing me… “the girls sissy!”.
Despite my nerves as I approached the ladies the trip to the loo was pretty uneventful, I had to wait a few minutes till there was a cubicle free but no one paid much notice to me. Coming out of the cubicle I stopped, taking out my lipstick and reapplied a thick red glossy layer and made my way back to the bar. As I approached Mistress was talking with another couple, they were laughing and as the girl turned I recognised her as Jenny, the assistant who had waxed me earlier!. “Hi” I said as I joined them.” Hi Mr Jones”, Jenny said grinning “Sasha” Mistress corrected Jenny “oh yes.. sorry!, Hi Sasha”. I was introduced to James, Jennys partner and immediately remembered her showing mistress the picture in the salon. “So she does whatever you tell her?” Jenny asked mistress, “Yes 100%.. she’s a good sub” “Anything?” James queried. “Anything I tell her James” Mistress confirmed, here manner was definite, she was showing her control and the way she looked at James suggested she wanted him to know. Jenny moved over to talk to me and commented how good I looked as Sasha, that she thought it was great I was confident enough to be out in public dressed as I was. James was stood with mistress and they were deep in conversation about something. James also had questions for mistress who, it seemed, was enjoying his company. Jenny asked more about our relationship and how it worked, how I felt about mistress letting others know what a small penis I had and how humiliated I felt being waxed. I explained I had asked mistress about a night out dressed when d*unk and mistress had agreed, the humiliation was to be expected having a sissy clit and that I had secretly been turned on being waxed but moreso Mistresses eyes when she had shown her James’ picture.
“Want to see it?” Jenny offered as she opened up her phone. The picture left me stunned for the moment, my mouth was open as I viewed the image. What I saw was a smooth shaved, though possibly waxed, beautifully stiff cock. It must have been over nine inches, the hand he wrapped round it in the picture didn’t cover half of his length. I looked over at James and Mistress and looking at me over his shoulder her eyes were alight knowing what I was looking at. She was teasing me as she flirted with him, while I looked at his dick! “That’s lovely” I said to Jenny. “I know” she replied. “So anything she says goes?”, “Yes I do as I’m instructed”, “so if she said you were to go down on my boyfriend?..” “I do as I’m told!” all she said in reply, with a heightened excitement was “Fuck!”.
While talking everyone was having fun, all were a bit touchy feely, at one point I saw James with his hand on mistresses bum, giving it more than a little squeeze, Jenny had told James to feel how smooth I was after her waxing and when he touched my stockinged legs she’d said feel higher which he had pushing up the hem of my dress revealing the tattoo on my thigh and partially exposing my panties. He liked the tattoo and said it was better than he’d expected, they’d obviously been talking before. Jenny too had felt my bum and Mistress, I had seen resting her hand on James’ chest.
Jenny pulled us both back into the little group and repeated “So anything you say”.. “It’s just that I’ve always wanted to see James being sucked” In the mutual haze of alcohol mistress looked at me, I nervously looked back, she looked up to James, he shrugged, then smiled. “On your knees sissy!” “Mistress?” “on your knees now you useless sissy slut”, “here?” “yes knees now!”. I looked quickly around the bar which was busy now, it was dark though the thought of doing what I was being told horrified me… a bit! “Maybe over there” mistress conceded nodding to a darker corner where the back of a booth created a dark corner. “Go on” pleaded Jenny Mistress nodded again. We made our way over till I was stood in the corner the others surrounding me. “Knees you slut!”. A quick look around checking no one was watching, everyone was wrapped up in their own fun. I dropped to my knees.
As I got down James was already loosening his belt, Mistress and Jenny were both watching as he unbuttoned his flies then, reaching in, he pulled out his semi hard cock. Jenny reached down and started to gently pull back his foreskin slowly wanking him back and forth. Mistress stared at me, she had her slut on her knees about to suck her first cock. “Sissy!” I leaned forward my nerves making me shake. James cock was growing as I looked and now stood solid. I licked my lips, like I had so many times on cam and leaned in. My lips slid over his cock. There was an unfamiliar taste as I took him into my mouth, oddly I forgot my surroundings and my only focus was the feel of this mans cock and that I should do a good job. As I swallowed him deeper I remembered to use my tongue and swirled it around him getting him wetter. I started to bob my head up and down on him. When I had a rhythm going I opened my eyes and looked up to see mistress just stood with her mouth open, Jenny too! James was looking down biting his lip as he started to fuck my mouth his hands moved around to the back of my head and he fucked my willing hole. Jenny and Mistress were either side of him now and their hands were wrapped around his thick shaft their fingers teasing his balls. I closed my eyes and carried on swirling my tongue around him, I started to gag as he pushed deeper his stroke went deeper and quickened. “Cum” was all mistress said, when I heard this I looked forward and saw her wedding ring as it hit my throat. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth shooting against my throat. As I swallowed I quickly became aware where I was, on my knees in a bar, having just sucked my first cock and swallowed his load. I wrapped my lips tightly around him as he withdrew cleaning his prick. After a second or two I stood up my eyes everywhere wondering who’d seen… no one had noticed. Mistress drew me to her and kissed me deeply, her deep mmmm vibrated through our mouths. “Fuck that was hot” Jenny exclaimed, “he never cums that quickly for me!”. James had pulled his cock back into his jeans and was already walking back to the bar. “She really does as she’s told!”. “Anything I tell her, shes a good sissy!”. Shortly after James and Jenny said their goodbyes, Jenny kissing both of us on the lips as the left. “Thank you that was fun” she whispered in my ear.
Alone now we found a high table and sat down, “so Sasha, seems you are a good little cocksucker”, “yes mistress, thank you” “and you swallowed…. good girl” mistress grinned. I felt embarrassed, guilty, used I could still taste his violation.
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