Black Mamba

By moc.loa@1onikreM

Published on Sep 22, 2001

Authoritarian

Fortunately it was relatively early in the morning and foot traffic was light. I traveled the two blocks back to the club in record time with only an occasional raised eyebrow from people I met. I could feel the cum drying on my face as I minced onward, wanting only for this excruciatingly embarrassing ordeal to be over. The humiliation that I was being subjected to, caused my cock to harden, forcing me to realize what a sissy slut I was becoming.

It was fifteen minutes to nine when I arrived at my destination and saw that it didn't open for business until nine. I waited impatiently by the door suffering the bemused looks of people passing by when Melanie arrived to open the place up. She was dressed normally (as a guy), was missing the makeup that she had worn the previous night and looked quite sexy to me. Shit! Now I'm checking out guys and deciding if they're sexy or not. Next I'll probably be gazing at their crotches trying to figure how well they're equipped. I did in fact notice that Melanie was sporting a large package. With a huge grin she opened the door and with an exaggerated flourish of her arm bid me to enter. My face was covered with dried cum, I was wearing a flowered blouse with an obvious bra underneath and I carried a purse under my arm. Once again I was burning with shame.

" Well hello again" she said, in her sultry voice. "I remember you from last night, you were with Jen. Come right in young lady. If that's what I think it is on your face, I'd guess that Jennifer is going to make you her bitch. That's her way of marking her territory."

Mumbling a greeting, I pushed past Melanie and went directly to the ladies room where I scrubbed the dried cum from my face.

Returning to the bar I ordered coffee from Melanie and went to the booth that Jen and I had occupied the previous evening. I was the only customer (Thankfully) so I decided to inventory the contents of my purse while waiting for the phone call and the coffee. Emptying the bag onto the table this is what I discovered: wallet, keys, compact, lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner, blush, mascara, press on nails, nail lacquer, a tampon, two condoms and a small butt plug. The plug was about four or five inches long, tapered and no more than an inch at its widest. At the sight of the plug my rosette began to tingle and my cock to harden.

Just then Mel arrived with my coffee, set it down in a clear space and slid into the booth. Surveying the treasures that were laid out, with a lascivious smile she plucked up the plug and examined it closely.

"Oh, what a cute little toy" she exclaimed, while stroking it meaningfully. Has your Mistress used it in your pussie yet?

"No. Not yet" I stammered, truly uncomfortable with the attention and question.

"Well, honey you got a really nice ass, so I'm sure Jen will be stuffing it soon enough and it'll be with more than this." As it turned out, it was a lot sooner than I imagined.

I was relieved when two other customers entered and Melanie returned to the bar to wait on them. It was almost an hour, more like an eternity, when Melanie stated loudly that there was a phone call for Vanessa. By this time there were several people scattered throughout and all eyes were riveted on me as I approached the bar. Melanie handed me the phone and remained to eavesdrop on my conversation. What a bitch!

As near as Jennifer and I can remember the following is what transpired:

Vanessa:.."Hello."

Jen:.."Hello, what?"

Vanessa:.."Hello Mistress."

Jen:.."Thats better. Have you looked in your purse yet?"

Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."

Jen:.."Good. There are three things that you must do before you have my permission to go home. Do you understand that, bitch?"

Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."

Jen:.."First, you are to sit at the bar and apply the makeup that's in your hand bag. I know it wont look that good but it's time that you learn. Ask Mel to help you if needed. Second, when you are finished you are to buy a round of drinks for the house. Third, you are to take the butt plug to the ladies room and insert it in your cunt. Leave your purse at the bar so that everyone can see what you're carrying. If you do these things I'll know that you are serious about becoming my bitch and will E-mail you more instructions this afternoon. Now, I want to talk to Melanie."

Blushing deeply once again, I handed the phone to that smirking bitch Melanie. Ask her for help I thought, not in this fucking life time. Accepting the phone, Mel turned her back and carried on a hushed conversation with my Mistress. Oh, oh. Better be careful I thought, the bitch is probably reporting back to Jennifer.

With the aid of the little mirror in the compact, I spent the next forty-five minutes trying to apply the makeup in the dim lighting as best I could and ignore the stares and grins of the other patrons. As my appearance began to look more and more feminine my cock got harder and harder. One guy asked me to dance and another wanted me to go to his place and party. I secretly thrilled that I was having this kind of effect on other people but graciously declined in a feminine falsetto.

With the first task completed I ordered drinks for everyone, which of course brought more attention to me. Suffering through a multitude of "thank you's" and introducing myself as "Vanessa" when appropriate I wiggled my way to the ladies room. Butt plug in hand [and against orders, my purse], I received more then one pat on the tush before I reached my goal.

Once in the stall, I dropped my drawers and sat down on the stool. After spitting on the plug I placed the smooth plastic against my rosette and pushed inward with a slow steady pressure. The pain was intense as the pliable plug stretched my anus and I had to stop and try to relax several times before the widest part slid past my pucker ring. As the pain abated I began to frig myself slowly with the plug creating a sensual feeling that I can't describe. Letting go of the plug I started fisting my throbbing meat while my other hand had snaked under my blouse, pushed up my bra and began to pinch my nipples. I was so absorbed in gratifying myself that I never heard someone enter the restroom and was completely shocked when the stall door flew open and there stood Melanie.

"Having fun, slut? Your new Mistress asked me to check to make sure that you'd filled your cunt as she instructed. Sorry to interrupt your play time."

The question didn't really require an answer so I sat with down cast eyes, deeply ashamed at being discovered.

Melanie then ordered me to standup and turn around. I did so and immediately felt her fingers delve into the crack of my ass, grasp the plug and partially withdraw it. At the same time she had reached around with her other hand and was massaging my cock. I whimpered softly and leaned back against her succumbing to the desires that were coursing through my body. When she had me suitable aroused, she turned me back around, placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed me back onto the stool.

"You and I both know what you want honey," she said. "DO IT."

I was powerless to do anything but what I did next. Sitting on the commode my eyes were at the same level as her crotch and I reached out with trembling hands to the waist band of her slacks. I unhooked her belt, undid the snap and slowly lowered the zipper. Lowering the zip my hand caressed her hard cock and I could feel the heat emanating from it. Saliva flooded my mouth in preparation of taking Melanie's love machine into my throat. I lowered her trousers to knee level and revealed her ruffled, satin tap panties and thigh high nylons. The head of her eight inch cock was above the panties waist band and a pearl of precum glistened at her piss slit.

I didn't hesitate. With one hand I wantonly rubbed her cock through the smooth satin garment and with the other I stroked the inside of her nylon covered inner thigh, inching slowly ever closer to her hairy balls. Gazing intently into my eyes, Melanie smiled, placed her hand gently on my head and drew me towards greater servitude. As my face was drawn towards her cock, I tugged downward on her panties and released the hairy beast so that I could envelop it with my hot wet mouth. Moaning with desire, and with my face bobbing on her hardness, I opened my throat and caressed more of her prick with each stroke. When her pubes tickled my nose I stopped rubbing her balls and began to press my finger gently into her love tunnel. I had penetrated to the second knuckle when she suddenly stiffened and started spewing molten jizz into my throat. I struggled to disengage so that I could savor and taste it in my mouth but my efforts were in vain. When she was totally spent she withdrew her softening member and wiped the residue on my forehead and cheeks.

Once again my face was cum coated but for some reason I didn't care, I was still painfully hard and in need of relief. It suddenly became obvious to me that I had been broken. Through constant humiliation and subjugation, I was actually a submissive slut and was so sexually charged that I was helpless. In a fit of mad lust I grabbed my hot meat and pumped frantically. While pumping my cock, I was clenching and unclenching my cunt, trying to draw the plug deeper into my bowels. When it rubbed against my prostate, a bolt of electricity shot through me and I shot my hot load onto my chest and stomach. In a sexual stupor I gazed at the white, ropey strings that streaked my upper body as Melanie reached forward and scooped it up with her fingers.

"Eat this" she said, holding my head and force feeding me my sill warm seed. A heat rush flashed through my body and my softening cock spewed again. "You like that don't you bitch? From now on you have two Mistress's. It'll be our secret because you really don't want Jennifer to find out. You might end up at the doggy farm with your namesake. I have a video of her and I'll show it to you when you come to service me."

Licking the warm jizzim from her fingers I looked into her eyes and nodded, YES !.................

Vanessa

Next: Chapter 6


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