Twoguys

TWOGUYS.TXT - by Cindy V. femdom, TV, humiliation

This is a fantasy story written at the command of my special mistress, inspired by page 46 of the January, 1995 issue of Cosmo- politan magazine, a pictorial entitled "In Search of the Perfect Bra." This story involves the model in the left photo - "Strapless".

Lisa comes over to me at the end of the workday and asks me if I've heard the news. "No, what?" "Natalie just got promoted. She's going to be secretary to the assistant principal." All the other secretaries are running around, hugging Natalie, congratulating her, and so on. This is a big promotion for her. It is a very big deal.

Lisa tells me that she is throwing a little congratulatatory party at her house at 8 tonight for Natalie, and would I like to come? In fact, Natalie specifically asked Lisa to invite to me. "How nice," I reply. "Sure. I'd love to come. I'll bring a nice bottle of wine. Is it going to be dressy?"

Lisa thinks about that for a moment. "Well, I heard some of the women talking about getting a little dressed up, but I don't think you would have to." That suits me just fine. Lisa gives me a tiny smile.

I arrive at 8 o'clock, right at time. I ring the bell, and someone lets me in. But the apartment is black. I look around, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. Suddenly many hands grab me and push me to the floor. One of them is all over me, kissing me deeply and thoroughly, and it is not unpleasant. While I am reacting to the kiss, the others start tearing my clothes off. It is happening so fast, and it so dark, that I can't defend myself against so many hands. Meanwhile I am being kissed so deeply that I'm not sure I want that to stop. Now I can feel some soft hands on my penis, and someone is rubbing it. This feels really nice. As I am getting lost in the sensations, suddenly the lights go on and there is a flash. Lisa has taken a Polaroid of me. I am com- pletely naked, and my penis is erect. My eyes blink as the women crowd around the camera to watch the photo develop.

There must be about ten women. They are all secretaries or clerks at the school where I teach. And they are all in very dressy clothes. Obviously they have decided to celebrate Natalie's promotion in style. Natalie herself looks terrific. She has long dirty blonde, wavy hair. She is wearing a tight, strapless dress, and there is just a hint of her black lacy bra showing through at the V of her dress. I can see the faint outline of her nipples, and I wonder if she is wearing a bra, perhaps one of those strapless ones. Her dress is on the long side, but it has a lovely slit way up to her thigh, showing off one of her gorgeous legs. And she is in heels - something else she never wears to school. She looks scrumptous. All the women do. I feel a little bad that I didn't bother to get so dressed up - until I realize that they just stripped me naked!

I start to ask, "What do you think you were doing to me ... ?," but I am silenced with Lisa quickly putting a large piece of tape over my mouth. Mousy Lisa, in her horn-rimmed glasses, is the last person I would have thought to act so aggressively. At her own apartment. Hmm. Lisa must be wearing contact lenses tonight. I guess I never noticed her eyes before. They are nicely made up, and in fact her eyes are flashing, she is so pleased. Lisa motions to a couple of the other women to each grab my arms and hold me, as Lisa shows me the photo of myself. There I am, naked and hard.

"This is just a little protection to make sure you behave," Lisa says to me. "You see, we wanted to do something a little special for Natalie tonight. We wanted to let her have a little fun - with you. You will serve her tonight. Her, and all of us. And you'll do exactly as you're told. Or else. Or else ... maybe this photo will find its way to school tomorrow. How would you like that?"

I shake my head No. Someone takes away my clothes and locks them in a closet. Reality is setting in. They have me.

Natalie reaches out to my stroke my erection a little. I am still quite aroused. She smiles sweetly at me and tells the others "Let's get him ready for his little outfit.

They take me into the bathroom, spread my arms over my head, and tie them to the shower rod. Then they methodically shave the hair off my body. They shave my chest and back, and they slowly and sensuously shave my genital hair and my legs. They run their hands over my freshly shaved body. They tease my penis. They are making me so hot.

Suddenly it is quiet and I notice that each of them has something in their hands. Ping pong paddles. Lisa seems to have handed them out. She says, "Natalie, why don't you take the first swat?"

Natalie takes her paddle and coyly rubs it over my nipples and down my back. Then when I am not expecting it, WHACK. Wow, that really hurt! Then one of the other women - WHACK. Everyone takes one turn on my poor ass. When they stop, they all comment on what a lovely shade of pink they have made it. I am feeling so embarassed.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. The women turn off the lights, leaving me hanging onto the shower rod. They all move to the main room. I hear the door open, then silence, then some rustling, then a flash. Oh no. They've invited another guy, and they're doing the same thing to him.

The lights come back on in the bathroom, and some of the women come in to release me. I am naked and hard, and my ass stings. My mouth is still taped, but my hands are untied. I could run for the door, but where would I go, naked like this. Besides, there's that photo.

They take me into the main room, and sure enough, there is another guy. He is not someone I know, thank goodness. He too is naked, hard, and taped, and a Polaroid of him is developing before his eyes. We look at each other. We are both embarassed to be seen like this. Some of the women take him to the bathroom. Presumably he is going to be shaved, and then paddled too. The other women sit me down in a chair in the living room.

Four of the women each take a limb, and the distinct odor of nail polish fills the air. Under Natalie's supervision, they are painting my fingernails and toenails. Natalie encourages her friends to make my nails nice and shiny. "Do you like this red shade?" she asks me. Since I am still taped at the mouth, I can only grunt a reply.

As my nails dry, the women dress me in a black corset, a black garter belt, stockings, a clear apron, and heels. I can hear the other fellow being paddled. At least there only five of them paddling him - all ten ladies paddled me. I see that the my penis is quite visible beneath the clear apron, and that they have not given me panties. I am certainly on display for their enjoyment.

They bring the other fellow back in. His mouth is still taped, as mine is, and he is walking like his ass must be stinging. He looks at me and starts to giggle, as I am not a very attractive sight. This makes me blush, as I know how ridiculous I must look. Natalie is not pleased at his giggling. She slaps his face smartly. "Oh, you think you're going to look any prettier? In fact, let's make sure he doesn't." She gives me a bottle of pink nail polish. "Here," she says to me. "You do his nails."

I look at Natalie with wide eyes. I try to talk through my tape, but they can't understand me. The women laugh, and I feel so foolish. They sit the other guy down, and I start to arrange one of his hands to put some polish on his fingernails. "Oh no," Natalie says to me - do his toenails first."

The other guy and I are staring at each other in horror. Neither of us wants this. But one of the women, pushes down on my shoulders until I am kneeling in front of him. His penis is staring me in the face. I try not to look at it, as I paint his toenails a glossy pink color.

The women are howling in laughter at the two of us, and someone takes another Polaroid. I finish his toenails and fingernails as fast as I can, and mercifully the women let me get up. Half of them move me back to my chair, while the other half stay with him. They dress him in a similar outfit to mine. Meanwhile they sit me down, and Natalie starts to work on my face.

"Now pay attention," she says to me, "because you're going to make him up next!" Surprisingly she leaves my mouth taped, as she works quickly on my face. Natalie is very pretty, and she knows it. Of course I had never seen her so close up before. I notice the lovely rose color of her blush, as she strokes her blusher on me. I admire her lovely, long eyelashes as she applies mascara to mine. She has a com- plicated eyeshadow application; her eyes are very deep, and there are more colors and shadings on her lids than I can count, as she does my eyeshadow in green and light brown. She gently pulls my lid, and quickly lines my eyes. She takes out a red lipstick, holds it against my nails to check the match, and she is about to apply it to my lips, but she stops. "Maybe later," she says sweetly, as she teases my hair into a reasonably feminine hairstyle.

Now the women applaud Natalie, who apparently has done quite a good job in femininzing me. But as she pushes me over to my partner, the women are giggling at me, as now they expect me to make him up. I try to repeat what she did to me, but the results are sporadic. I didn't use enough blush on one of his cheeks, but I think I used way too much on the other. His mascara and eye liner are jagged and uneven. He really looks ridiculous, and the women are howling on the floor in laughter looking at his make-up. Flash, and there is another photo.

We are both dressed as maids for the evening, and the women keep us busy serving them drinks. They pinch our behinds and fondle our penises whenever they feel like it. Our mouths stay taped, so even though they leave us alone in the kitchen to fetch them drinks and snacks, we can not talk to each other.

Eventually the women have had enough to eat and drink. Natalie asks us if we would like our mouth tapes removed. Of course we nod yes. A woman stands next to each of us, starts to peal off a tiny corner, and waits for Natalie to give the signal. Natalie nods, and then RIP! Two simulta- neous quick rips, and our mouths are on fire. The women take pity on us though, and start to gently kiss us. Their gentle kissing becomes more passionate, and then they are replaced by two other women. The women are kissing us and fondling us up good. This is making the other women horny, and they start removing their dresses. Eventually all the women are down to their sexy bras and panties.

Natalie stops the kissing and reminds us that our makeup is not yet complete. No lipstick, ladies? A couple of lipsticks are produced, and our lips are quickly lined, and then filled in. Mine is in red, and my partner's in pink, both to match our nail polish. Flash.

"Everyone is so horny, but there are only two maids and ten women to satisfy," Natalie exclaims. "What ever shall we do?" Natalie goes off to a room, and comes back with a tray of dildos. "But they are so dry, they would hurt us. Maids?"

So my partner and I are made to suck the dildos and get them nice and wet for the women. As soon as one is wet enough, one of the women takes it from us and starts using it on herself. Then we are given another and have to start sucking again. Flash - another Polaroid, and I imagine how ridiculous I look, dressed as a maid sucking on a dildo. Eventually our ten women have their nice wet dildos, and are masturbating with them.

"Come here, maids," Natalie commands us. She is seated on a couch, legs spread wide, wearing some sopping wet panties. Each of you kneel down, and kiss one of my thighs. We do this. "Now kiss higher," she commands. "Higher." "Now each of you get your tongue under my panty leg and lick."

We are nose to nose, licking away at Natalie, sometimes licking each other, feeling totally humiliated, as someone is taking more Polaroids. Natalie is very wet, and can not resist two tongues for very long. She comes with a long moan.

Someone points out that our lipstick is a mess. We are made to fix each other's lipstick, both with lip liner and lipstick from the tube, which the women find very amusing to watch. Then we are split up to orally service separate women. More licking, more orgasms - theirs, not ours - more doing each other's lipsticks. All the women are licked and sucked to orgasm.

The evening continues with more fun and games. We are made to clean their sticky dildos. We are kissed and pinched and fondled, but not to orgasm. Then the women decide to get competitive. We are leaned over a couch, side by side, and teams of women paddle us and see who can get our asses redder in the same number of smacks. We are blindfolded, kissed and fondled, and measurements are taken on who can get us harder the quicker. We are blindfolded, placed on our backs, and our penises inserted into women, but they stop, let us cool down, and then switch places. The women all get as many orgasms as each cares to get. Finally they are all satisfied. They are slouched over the couches, exhausted, passing around the many humiliating photos of us that have been taken all night.

Natalie makes us apply one more coat of bright lipstick on each other. I think we are getting good at this. We make each other's lips nice and glossy.

"You maids have done such a nice job for all of us all night," Natalie compliments us. "So you deserve a reward. Kneel down in the middle of the room," she commands us. "And play with yourselves." I am furiously jerking myself off, as is my partner. We are each breathing heavily. Natalie tells us to face each other. "Look at your fellow maid. Look at her bright, glossy lips. Aren't they sexy? You know they are. Now go ahead. Lift up your cocks, and aim for her mouth. Shoot it at her. This is the time. Come."

And we did. And - flash.