Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2021 23:08:18 -0400
From: Shawna Summers <shawnavinylltv@gmail.com>
Subject: A New Spin on Role Playing Games 1

A New Spin on Role Playing Games
By: Shawna Summers
shawnavinylltv@gmail.com

(M+/tv -- costume, oral, anal, group sex, bondage)

I've always been something of a geek. I love sci-fi and fantasy books and
movies; I can recite countless bits of useless trivia back to you about all
kinds of movies. So, it was no real surprise that I took to role-playing
games, or RPGs, as we like to call them. You know the kinds, Dungeons and
Whatnots, all that kind of Tolkien-esque stuff. I had a couple of groups
that I gamed with in high school, and it was fun, but it was never anything
too serious or crazy. No, that waited until I got to college.

It took a little while to find out that there were other gamers at
school. I think most of us had learned to hide being an RPG geek since that
was usually a pretty good way to kill any chance of getting a girlfriend,
or at least limit your hooking up options. But there were several groups,
and I made my way around to them, trying to find a group I liked. I just
never seemed to gel properly with any of the groups, but I did have some
fun gaming sessions, and even made a couple friends. In fact, it was one of
these friends, Roy, who first alerted me to some of the gaming groups that
were off-campus. Since we were at a big state school, it was a pretty heavy
party school, and big on athletics. So a lot of the hardcore nerds stuck to
being off campus.

I found there were a number of groups that were associated with the big
hobby shop right at the edge of town. The big problem was that they tended
to be very private, and didn't really like taking on fresh blood. Roy
suggested trying out LARPing, to see if that could help me work into some
of the private groups.

"What the hell is a LARP?" I asked, Roy thinking he was messing with me.

"Live Action Role Playing," he responded matter of factly. "It's playing
out some of the RPGs, but in real time, and with our actual selves as the
characters."

"Live action? Seriously?" I shook my head. "Gaming isn't nerdy enough, we
had to find a way to make it worse?"

Roy laughed, "You'd be surprised, it's usually a lot of fun, and most of
the private groups like to join in, so maybe it would be a way to work your
way into one of those groups."

"I guess I could at least come check it out, and if I don't like it, I can
always just bail," I reasoned.

So, I showed up to check out the next time they LARPed, and it was about as
stupid as it sounds. Everyone showed up in old robes, pointy hats,
cardboard armor that had been painted gray and they all had cardboard
swords and axes. They all seemed to have a pretty good time, though after a
while it was hard to tell who the good guys were and who the bad guys
were. It seemed to degenerate into total chaos toward the end. Afterwards,
one of the guys who organized the things, Greg talked with me about it. He
told me that had a couple different scenarios they would play out in a
session. Today's was known as "Battlefield", but they also had actual
missions they'd play, too. There was one called "Buried Treasure", where
one team hid a treasure, then gave the other team a map, and they had to
find it. There was also "Capture" which was basically capture the flag, but
done in swords and sorcerers' style, instead of with paintballs. By far,
the favorite was "Rescue", where the bad guys would "capture" a girl, or a
maiden, as the case might be, and the good guys would have to find her and
battle the bad guys to rescue her.

The only problem was, no one wanted to play the maiden, since they all
wanted to be in the game. Greg explained to me, "So, we rotate the duty
around, so no one person has to do it every time. I just want to warn you,
if you're interested in playing, you'll probably get the duty as maiden,
since it always falls to the newbies first."

Outwardly, I hoped I looked calm and normal, because inwardly, I was
turning cartwheels. You see, hiding who I am as a geek has never been hard,
I've been doing it for years, because I'm also a closet cross dresser. So,
to have the chance to dress and be out and about doing it was a thrill. My
only major concern was that I usually get pretty turned on when I dress, so
I'd have to figure out some way to hide that. I briefly wondered if it
would be weird if I volunteered to be the maiden EVERY TIME?!

"Okay, yeah I get it, that's fine, I mean everybody has to go, right?" I
tried to sound nonchalant, but hoped my excitement wasn't creeping in.

As it turned out, the games were decided exactly the way you'd expect, by
rolling the dice. There were several scenarios, so to make sure it was
fair, they rolled the dice to pick the next session. The next scene was for
Battlefield, which was good, since I'd already seen that. So, I came out
the next time, decked out in my cardboard armor. I do have to admit, I felt
pretty stupid in the armor, but then it occurred to me, I'd probably feel
weirder if I were dressed as a damsel in distress. So, I figured the armor
would let me get over looking silly in public to start. It was fun, it was
kind of stupid, but it was fun. Oddly, I was a little disappointed that the
next was Capture, but I just settled in and enjoyed the gaming. The next
time they rolled and it came up as Rescue. I was thrilled, but I still
tried to play it off, I didn't want to look too excited.

Greg came up afterwards, "So, you heard it was Rescue?"

I nodded, "Yup, I heard."

"So, you're still cool with being the damsel?" he sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, no it's cool, I'll still do it," I went along.

"Okay, great. Let me introduce you to Henry. Henry has a bunch of sisters,
so they have a bunch of clothes we can use pretty much as much as we want,"
Greg explained.

Turned out Henry's four sisters had a whole attic full of clothes, and
since only one of them still lived at the house, they generally didn't care
what happened to them. "They all went through a variety of looks over the
years, so we can generally get something that'll fit most of the 'damsels'
and still have a princess or something similar look. There are also old
Halloween costumes and such, so we can get whatever. Stop by my house at
noon."

"Why so early? The session doesn't start until 3?" I asked.

"True, but we'll have to find something that fits you, get you make-up, and
find a wig, all that stuff," Henry noted.

"There's going to be all that?" I wondered, getting even more excited, but
still trying to cover.

"Don't worry my sister will help you get everything. She complains about
it, but I think she kinda likes it."

I found myself that night sitting in my room, wearing what little feminine
clothing I had of my own, wondering what they'd have for me to wear. I
lounged in my thong, bra, stockings and my 3" pumps, hoping there'd be some
stockings and maybe some nice panties. Some heels would be lovely. I wasn't
sure if I wanted it to be long and feminine and pretty, or if I'd rather go
with short, sassy and sexy. Either way, I was sure I was going to enjoy
every minute of it. I rubbed my clitty through my panties and pulled out my
favorite toy, a nice thick 8" long dildo. I used my tongue all over that
pretend cock, imagining it was my heroic prince who had rescued me and was
now receiving his just rewards. As I lubed my lover up, I continued toying
with myself, sliding the phallus deep into my ass, moaning softly, wanting
to be taken and used. As I fucked my hole, I stroked my clitty in time
until I shot a powerful load, moaning and groaning as I slowly milked my
lover with my ass. I couldn't wait until the next session.

So, around noon the day of the next LARP, I found myself outside Henry's
house, my heart beating a mile a minute as I rang the bell. Henry was
eating a sandwich as he came to the door. "Hey, come on in. You want
something to eat?"

"No, thanks," I replied, "I already ate before I came over." That was
technically true, but I was so nervous and excited, I just ate some light
snacks. I didn't want to throw up. That wouldn't be very lady-like, now
would it?

"Okay, well let me go get Nora, she'll show you where everything is," he
led me up the stairs. He yelled for his sister, "Nora?"

"Yeah, is lunch ready?" she popped her head over the banister. "Oh, hey
sorry." She smiled down at me. "Oh, is this..." she trailed off.

"The next damsel, yeah," Henry smiled and shook his head. "I'll bring your
lunch up, while you show him around."

"Sure thing, come on up," she waved to me. I tried not to run as I went up
the steps. She gave a long look up and down as I stood in front of
her. "Well, Henry didn't mention that you're cute, so that'll be a nice
change. Some of the guys they've had, just ugh. So, you're also a good
size, of course, we've got a lot of clothes. Part of the reason Henry
always volunteers our attic for this stuff. How tall are you?"

"Uh, about 5' 6", or so", the question took me a bit by surprise.

"And what do you weigh, about 125?" I nodded as an answer. "Great, let's go
see what we can find." She turned and headed through a doorway and up a
small flight of curving stairs. "Watch your step," she called down.

I could see why, the steps were really narrow. We came up into the attic,
and she wasn't kidding. They had a ton of clothes up here. Some were on
hangers and racks, some were in piles and bags. There were shoes and skirts
and blouses and dresses all over the place. I had died and gone to cross
dresser heaven!

"Don't mind the mess," she laughed. "I guess this is the other reason we
get picked for this. We've got enough clothes to cover a small army. So,
anything in particular you want to wear?"

I shrugged, "I wouldn't even know where to start."

"I think I do," she mused, then dug into a pile of clothes. She pointed to
a small chest, "Look in there and see if you can find some stockings."

I turned a little hesitantly and opened the trunk. There were a ton of
clothes in here, mostly panties and stockings. I dug around until I found
two stockings that were a match. "How about these?"

"Those should work," she held up a red number with a lot of laces. "And I
think this will work perfectly."

"What is that?" I asked.

"A corset," she replied, still looking around through the piles. "I think I
have a great idea for you. Oh, go ahead and get undressed." She continued
digging around in the clothes.

"Right here?" I asked.

"Sure, why not? You shy?" she raised an eyebrow at me.

I blushed a bit, though I'm not sure why, "No, I just didn't want you
to..."

"Don't worry about me, I like the challenge of trying to pretty you boys
up. You should be even more fun. I think you'll be surprised how it works
out," she sounded pretty sure of herself.

I nodded absentmindedly as I took off my shirt and slipped off my shoes and
jeans. I stood in my underwear and wondered if I was supposed to go all the
way. I figured in for a penny... I pulled a nice pair of panties out of the
chest, they looked a little small. I grabbed another pair, but these didn't
look quite right.

"Go for the red pair off to the side," Nora said without really looking.

I grabbed them and pulled them on. Wow! They were awesome. It's a good
thing I was pretty nervous, or I probably would have put a tent in them
right away. As it was I decided to tuck my clitty down before it really
gave me away.

"Go ahead and put the stockings on," Nora said briefly glancing at me. I
rolled them up into little balls to get started. "First, you roll them up
into little balls and, oh..." she saw I was already pulling them up my
legs. "I guess you already know that, here's a garter belt to hold them
up." She tossed another red number to me. I wrapped the garter belt around
my waist. She came over and showed me how to hook the garter tabs to the
stocking tops. "And make sure you put the tabs under your panties,
otherwise you have to undo everything if you need to go to the
bathroom... or anything."

I nodded as I hooked on the tabs to the stocking tops. Yup, it was a good
thing I tucked, or I'd be starting to rise up now. I was already getting
uncomfortable, mostly because of being tucked away and my clitty trying to
rise up. Nora had me stand and she wrapped the corset around my waist, she
tightened it a bit then started pulling on the laces. "Whoa!" I gasped as
the sides squished me in.

"Don't worry, I won't tighten it too much. We still want you to be able to
breathe," she stated. "At least for now." She yanked on the laces a bit
more and tightened them off.

"Now these will help give you a little more... definition," she pushed two
flesh colored objects into the front cups of the corset.

"What are those?" I asked, still a little out of breath.

"Those are falsies, they'll make it look like you've got boobs," she stated
simply.

"I'm not sure that's really necessary, and why do you have those anyway?" I
wondered aloud.

"Some of my sisters would go for the giant boob look for Halloween. I have
no idea why," she shook her head. She handed a black skirt over to me. I
pulled it up while she kept digging around. The skirt was about mid-thigh,
a nice length, but still showed some leg. It was a bit flouncy, almost like
a school girl type skirt.

"Now, since you're mostly going to be in the woods and whatnot, we don't
really want spike heels, so we have some nice wedges, that should still
give it a nice look, but not have you sinking into the ground each step,"
she explained. "And the topper," she said picking up a long flowing blonde
wig, "you get to be a blonde!"

I was giddy inside, but I still wanted to keep up my front, "Look, I don't
know that all this..."

She pulled the wig down over my head and began settling it in. She pulled
out a hairbrush and brushed it out a bit. As she did, she leaned down close
to me, "You can stop pretending, I know you're enjoying this, so just enjoy
it. It doesn't bother me, and you don't have to try and be all macho on my
account." She went back to brushing out the wig.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, the tent pole in your panties is a good giveaway, but also, most of
the guys keep their boxers on. You went right for the panties without being
told, so I took that as a sign. Plus you knew right away what to do with
the stockings. Do you shave? You have almost no body hair," she finished
with the wig.

"A little, but not much, I just mostly have really fine hair," I admitted.

"Well, you're lucky, shaving and waxing all the time gets to be a pain in
the ass, literally sometimes," she laughed. Then she handed me a pair of
black, wedge sandals. "Put these on while I get some make-up. Since it's
out in the woods, we don't need a lot, just some basics, but we still want
you to look nice."

"Hey Nora, your sandwich is ready!" Henry called from the hallway.

"Be right back," she smiled and headed out.

I seriously considered jerking off real quick, but I wasn't sure how long I
had, and I didn't want to get caught. Also, I briefly wondered where I
could finish off without leaving a mess. Visions of "There's Something
About Mary" went through my head. I laughed and put the sandals on. They
were a middle heel, probably around 4 inches, but still a bit higher than
mine were. I stood and tried, and was able to balance pretty well. The
wedges did give more support than my stilettos.

Nora returned a few moments later carrying a small case and a plate with a
sandwich. "No problems then?" she asked coyly.

I shook my head and took a few steps to demonstrate. She stepped closer,
"You have done this before, haven't you?"

I just smiled and shrugged and let that be my answer. She shook her head
and pulled out some make-up from her kit. She put some foundation, powder,
eye shadow, mascara and to top it off, bright red lipstick. "I thought you
were doing some light make-up?"

"This is light, believe me, if I go heavy you'll have painted nails to
match!" she grinned.

"Well, in for a penny..." I smiled.

She raised an eyebrow, I just shrugged. "Okay, you asked for it," she
pulled out some nail polish in bright red and showed me how to put it on
the first nail, then had me practice on a few. "Okay, let that one dry and
I'll get the other." She finished painting the nails, then ate her sandwich
while she worked on my face a little more. Once she was done, she smiled
and looked me up and down. "One last touch," then she went to a jewelry
case and came back with a gold necklace and bracelet. She put them on me
and looked quite pleased. "Want to see?" she asked.

I nodded, afraid to speak. We went over to the mirror and I looked pretty
good. Not beautiful, but cute and sexy. Maybe a little overdone, but I was
in costume after all! With the corset and the stockings and skirt, I looked
a bit like a serving wench or something like that. I was shocked though, I
did make a pretty hot girl. "Wow," was the only thing I could come up with.

"Yeah, I outdid myself this time," she grinned. "They're not gonna know
what to do with you!"

Nora went down the stairs and called for Henry. I came down the steps and
made my grand entrance. Henry looked a little confused at first. "Wait,
where's... holy shit, really?" Nora just smiled and nodded, obviously quite
pleased with herself. Henry just shook his head, "You almost ready to go
then?" he asked.

"I guess so," I shrugged. "A little late to back out now."

So, we headed down to the area where the LARP was taking place. As I got
out of the car, I could feel all the eyes turn towards me. There were a lot
of whispers and I started to get a bit nervous. Then there were a few cat
calls and a couple of wolf whistles. That actually helped me settle
down. They weren't getting mad, I think they were just confused. Greg even
came up, "Henry, I didn't know you got a girlfriend!"

"Hardee-fucking-har-har," Henry deadpanned.

"Seriously though, you look... good," Greg said to me. "Certainly the best
looking damsel we've ever had. Your sister is getting good."

"Don't tell her that, she's already super proud of herself this time,"
Henry stated.

Greg laughed, then added, "I can see why," giving me an appraising
look. I'm not sure why but I got a little twinge from that and felt my
clitty trying to rise up again. I was already starting to get turned on
from being dressed, and being found so sexy was just upping that.

Greg then called the group together, went over the rules and then divided
up the teams. I was given over to Scott, who was the evil wizard, and would
be leading the team that was holding me captive. We all headed off to plan
strategy and get set-up. Scott spent several minutes getting everyone their
jobs and then we headed off with a small group to the lair. As we walked,
Scott started in on some conversation with me. "So, you're still pretty new
to the group, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I've just been to a couple sessions."

"They usually rope the newbies in to be the next damsel, though I do have
to say, you're the best looking one we've ever had."

"Thanks, I guess," still trying to sound unexcited. I briefly wondered if
anyone was buying it.

"So, here I'll have to blindfold you," Scott stated like it was nothing.

I stopped, "Wait, what? Why?"

"Well, we can't have you giving away our position to the enemy now can we?"
he stated, his voice taking on a slight inflection. He sounded like he was
getting into character.

"It's fine, I won't say anything. I don't even know where we are," I was a
little scared.

"Of course, I'll just trust you," he sneered evilly. "I don't think so." He
pulled my hands behind my back and then tied them together quickly. I was
so shocked I didn't even think to fight back until he was slipping a
blindfold on me.

"Really, look, this isn't..." I started, but he cut me off.

"Oh, but it is, my dear," he whispered in my ear, "Now quiet, or I'll have
to gag you, too. In fact, I might anyway," he laughed evilly.

I wasn't sure what to do now, but I figured I'd just play along for now,
trying to stagger my way through the woods with my hands tied and with a
blindfold on was a little scary, yet I was also getting excited
again. Thankfully I was tucked extra well, otherwise I would have a rather
un-ladylike bulge!

As we went down one hill, Scott took hold of my arm to help support me. I
was glad for it, the heels weren't bad, but all combined made it tough
going. I was almost at the bottom, went my foot slipped and I
staggered. Scott caught my arm and I swung into him. As he steadied me, I
realized my crotch was pushed right up against his leg. Worried he could
feel my rock hard cock, I quickly stood up and regained my
balance. "Careful, pet," he whispered in my ear again, "wouldn't want
anything bad happening to you... at least not yet." I shivered briefly,
wondering what that meant.

A few minutes later I figured we'd arrived at the destination, because he
told me to stop. I stopped, trying to listen. It was pretty quiet, but I
could hear a number of feet around. Scott gave out several orders telling
people to go here and go there, set-up this and that. I didn't follow most
of it, but I figured we were getting ready to start. He walked back over to
me and I was about to ask him a question, but when I opened my mouth, I
felt something pushed in and secured behind my head, under my long, blonde
hair. I made a mmpph noise and felt the gag with my tongue. I felt
something rubbery. This wasn't just a scarf, if I had to guess, I figured
it was a ball gag. That both scared me and turned me on more.

Scott was now behind me, holding onto my shoulder and whispering in my
ear. "So, we're all alone now. Just the two of us," he sneered. "So, what
should we talk about? Hmmmm?" He pressed himself up against me and I could
his body warm against mine, his cock hard and pressing against my ass. I
squirmed and tried to pull away, pushing at him with my tied hands. He
laughed more, "Oh? Being shy are you? No, matter," he stated, "I know your
secret." What was he talking about?

With that he lifted up my skirt and I felt him lightly rub on my
panties. My rock hard clitty giving me away. I throbbed as he did that,
moaning into the gag. "Oh, so the slut does like it? Hmmm?" he laughed
evilly. "So, the question is it just being dressed like a girl? Is it the
rough treatment? Maybe the bondage?" he whispered in my ear, lightly
teasing me through my panties. I was so horny, that I couldn't think
straight. His teasing was throwing me into a tizzy. "So, which is it?" he
asked. "Or is it all three?" He teased again. "Answer me," he said
forcefully. "Is it all three?"

I nodded very slightly, and he started rubbing lightly again. I moaned and
started trying to grind myself onto his hand. "Is the little slut horny?"
he asked. After a few moments of no response, he teased some more, "Is
she?" I nodded again. "Good," he chuckled pushing himself against me again,
"because so am I, and since you like the rough handling, I'm going to guess
you like this..." he trailed off and his hand smacked my ass.

I felt a strange surge, my whole body on fire for a moment, heat flashed to
my ass, but that only made me hornier. "You do like that," he smacked me a
few more times. I was getting desperate and was trying to dry hump his
hand. "Such a nasty little slut, trying to get herself off. And look at the
wet spots you're getting all over your panties. I've seen real girls that
don't get this wet," he teased. Even the name calling was making me horny,
I was so turned on my head was starting to spin.

"So, here's the deal bitch," he growled, smacking my ass again for
emphasis. "I'm going to take out your gag and my cock, and you're going to
take care of me and I'll let your little cockette out. Deal?" I tensed, as
his fingers slowly traced over the outline of my tucked bulge, which was
painfully swollen, but still firmly trapped. I tried to push against him
and get more contact, but he smacked my ass and pulled his hand
away. "Ah-ah, I already told you the deal. Agreed?" I moaned through the
gag, but then I nodded. What the hell, right? I had always fantasized about
sucking a cock, I just thought it would be after a date or a bottle of
wine, not in the woods with me tied up, but somehow that made it even more
thrilling.

"Good little sissy slut," he purred and undid the gag, pushing me down to
my knees. As he did, I felt his hand go away, but when it came back,
something warm and soft, yet surprisingly hard pushed against my mouth. I
stuck out my tongue, licking around the head, and running my tongue up and
down the shaft. I figured in for a penny... if I was going to give a
blow-job, I might as well make it good. So, I teased and licked with my
tongue, covering the whole shaft with saliva, even licking and sucking on
his balls for a few moments. He was moaning and making lots of encouraging
noises, and calling me a cock sucking sissy slut, which I guess I now was.

I felt his hand on my head and he guided his cockhead to my mouth,
apparently he was tired of the appetizer and wanted the main course. He put
his cock into my mouth and shoved deep, hitting the back of my throat and
making me gag hard. That just seemed to spur him on, "Gag on it, you sissy
cock whore," both of which had my cock throbbing in my panties. He shoved
in a few more times, and the gagging lessened, until he slipped into my
throat on one shove and his hands pushed on the back of my head, forcing
him all the way down my throat. I was now being face fucked... and loving
it. My panties were absolutely soaked with my pre-cum. I hadn't been this
turned on since, well pretty much ever. My focus now became on trying to
breathe when I could get air around the dick being pounded into my mouth. I
started running my tongue along the bottom and milking him with my throat,
anything I could think of to try and speed him up.

It must have worked because the names were pouring steadily out of him and
he was pounding my face hard until he finally drove deep and moaned
loudly. Groaning and bucking his hips as he milked his cum out and down my
throat. He pulled back in time to smear one last bit along my nose, which
somehow made me feel even sluttier. I gasped for air briefly, hearing him
panting. "Damn sissy, you really are a horny cock slut, aren't you?"

I nodded and stretched my mouth, trying to get my jaw working again. I
heard him start to walk away, "Wait!" I hissed as loud as I dared, trying
to look around in spite of the blindfold.



 "Are you talking again?" he asked, and came back over. I felt him grab at
my neck and realized he was putting the gag back in. "No, wait, you said
mpphh," I grunted as the rubber ball filled my mouth.

"Don't worry slut, you'll be taken care of," with that he reached down and
hiked my skirt. I moaned as my panties were pulled down and my cock sprang
to full attention. Then I felt him pull the panties back up. After a
moment, nothing more came. I made a noise and tried to reach out as best I
could from my knees. "What now slut?" he asked.

I made another noise and thrust my hips. "What? Did you think you were
getting something?" he laughed. "I just told you, I'd let your cockette
out. Which I did. Make sure you know all the terms before you agree to a
deal," he chuckled evilly.

I moaned in frustration. "Oh, did you want something else, my little cock
sucking sissy slut?" I nodded and groaned briefly. "Oh, did you want to
cum?" I nodded my head.

"Poor little whore, all that cock make you horny?" I nodded slightly. "So,
you want to get off, huh? Well, it will cost you again," he chuckled.

My mind ran away with me, but I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to
want. I heard him stalk around behind me and he leaned in again, "If you
really want to cum...," he trailed off, waiting. I nodded and grunted,
"Then you're gonna let me fuck you in the ass, in fact, you're going to beg
for it." I groaned since I was right. While, I wanted to be fucked, hell
I'd just done myself with my vibrator last night, I wasn't sure I liked how
this was spiraling down. Of course, I was so horny, I couldn't think
straight, so I was going to do what it took to get off. I nodded, making a
noise behind the gag.

Scott undid the gag from my mouth, and I started begging for it as soon as
the ball cleared my mouth, "Oh God, please fuck me, please take my ass,
fill me with your cock, I want to cum so bad," I went on and on.

"You can do better than that," he stated. "What are you?"

"I'm a cock-sucking sissy slut, soon to be an ass-fucked cock-sucking sissy
slut," I rambled.

"And what will you do to get off, bitch?"

"Oh my, anything," I moaned.

"Anything?" he asked. "Are you sure about anything? That's a lot to offer
up."

"Yes, please. Anything, I just want to cum," I begged.

"Remember that, slut, you just said, anything," he growled in my ear. I
wasn't sure what that meant, so instead I tried to figure if I could get
some friction on my cock by rubbing on something.

"Ah-ah," he admonished. "No getting off early," he pulled my bound hands up
behind me. I felt him doing something, then a moment later my arms were
pulled up high over my back, forcing me to bend over, but I couldn't pull
down without pulling hard on my arms.

"Oh, that hurts," I moaned. I felt a sharp smack on my ass.

"Try to get off before you're allowed, and you'll get worse than that. Now,
tell me more about what a little sissy cock whore you are," Scott rubbed
his hands along my ass, teasing my hole.

I went all out, begging for his cock, calling myself all sorts of terrible
names and generally acting like a bitch in heat. It must have worked,
because after a moment, Scott pushed one of his fingers into me. I moaned
and pushed back. I was so worked up I wanted anything to relieve the
pressure at this point. He fingered me for a few minutes, then worked in
another one, smacking my ass now and then. By the time he pulled his
fingers out, I was begging for him to fuck me hard and deep. He obliged and
shoved his cock all the way in on one thrust. I moaned and ground back,
trying to get enough sensation to cum. "Oh yeah, you like that? You are a
horny little slut, aren't you?" He reached down and teased my cock in my
panties, just a light brush, but I started pushing back more. He pulled out
most of the way, then slammed back in to the hilt making me grunt, then
moan. I couldn't even form words, I was just wanted to get off and I didn't
care what it took to get there. I just let out a series of grunts and moans
as he found a nice rhythm and started fucking me nice and steady, picking
up the pace as he went, reaching down to tease my cock in my panties now
and then.

He started picking up his pace, grunting as his hips smacked into my
ass. He reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking a few times, "So, what
will you do to cum?" he asked.

"Oh my, anything! Anything! Just please let me cum, I'm so fucking horny,"
I groaned.

"Anything? You know what I want," he picked up his pace, slamming into me
harder, and driving deep. "I want you to be our little sissy slut whore at
every event," he loosened his grip. I tried to hump his hand, but he pulled
away and started fucking me deep and hard. "What do you say?" he teased my
cock again.

I moaned as his cock slid in and out me, rubbing my prostate, feeling horny
beyond all belief. I tried to reason out what he was asking, but I was
lust-crazed and just agreed. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

"Yes, what?" he asked lightly stroking my cock as he hammered into me.

"Yes, I'll be your sissy slut whore!" I hissed.

He stroked more, "And will you be our little ass-fucking, cock-sucking
bondage slut every time?"

"Yes! Please..." I begged, almost in tears.

"Yes, what, slut? I want you to say it," he growled.

"Yes, I'll be your little cock-sucking ass-fucking bondage slut sissy whore
cum dump every time!" I moaned as he started stroking faster and he started
fucking me faster, too. I was so built up, it didn't take long, and I
started moaning as he jacked me in my panties, his dick pounding my hole. I
grunted and moaned as my orgasm built up and I almost screamed, but I
muffled it down to a loud moaning instead. My orgasm seemed to take
forever, it built up slowly and exploded out of me. I don't think I'd ever
cum that hard. My cumming must have set him off since I felt him drive down
hard into me, and I could feel his cock pulsing, spraying his cum in my
ass.

I slumped down, out of breath. I didn't even care that the ropes were
pulling hard on my arms, I couldn't stand any more. "Hang on," he said,
pulling out of me with a wet squish and I felt the rope go slack a moment
later. He gently lowered me to the ground. I kneeled there, panting trying
to catch my breath. I felt the cum starting to drip out of my ass. I also
realized that I'd shot most of my load into the panties, so I was literally
a dripping mess.

I heard Scott come back over to me, "You okay?"

I nodded, still trying to get my breathing back under control.

"I thought you were going to scream like a banshee when you came there," he
laughed.

"I almost did," I panted. "Managed to... get some control."

"How come?" he asked coyly.

"Didn't want... everyone to... hear," I took a deep breath. My legs were
still shaky, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand for a while.

He laughed louder," I don't think you needed to worry about that," he said
and pulled the blindfold off my eyes. It took a moment of blinking to get
my eyes to adjust. Oddly, my first thought was that my make-up must be a
mess! As my eyes started to clear, I realized that we had an audience. A
big audience. Most of the group if I wasn't mistaken. I swallowed
nervously, not sure where this was going, I was both thrilled and terrified
at the same time.

"You were so into being a little sissy slut, I just couldn't keep you to
myself," Scott chuckled. "And if you remember back to the end there, you
agreed to be our little... how was it? Oh yeah, our cock-sucking
ass-fucking bondage slut sissy whore cum dump... every time," he smiled
down at me. "And I think everyone is pretty worked up after that little
show you just put on."

To my surprise, my cock started to get hard again. I was getting totally
turned on by the thought of being gang-banged by the whole group, and Scott
noticed. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that," he grinned ear to ear, rubbing
his foot on my semi-hard cock. He leaned down, "You like being a sissy
slut, don't you?"

I just nodded. "And you like being treated like a two dollar whore, don't
you?" The tent in my panties, spoke for itself. "And you want everyone to
fuck you and shove their cock down your throat, don't you?"

I nodded, but Scott shook his head. "You know the deal," he smiled.

I loudly said, "I want to be everyone's little cock-sucking ass-fucking
bondage slut sissy whore cum dump." I saw everyone looking around, nodding
to themselves. Finally, Greg walked over and unzipped his fly. I looked up
licking my lips in anticipation. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" he
asked.

I answered by licking the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around and
teasing the whole length. Apparently, he was already pretty worked up and
wanted to skip the tease, he grabbed the back of my head and started
pushing his cock into my mouth. As I started blowing him, I heard someone
say, "I want some of that," and I felt hands on my ass, hiking the skirt
back up and a moment later, a cock was sliding into my now well-stretched
ass. My anal lover was apparently pretty worked up, too. This wasn't sex,
they were just fucking me, using me as a way to get off, a cum dump... and
I was loving it! Someone untied my hands at some point and I reached up and
was rewarded with two more cocks in my hands. As one of my lovers would
blow their load into or onto me, another would quickly take their place. I
lost track of how many different cocks and how many different loads I took,
but it was a lot. As the last guy blew his load on my face, I fell back
exhausted. I had cum dripping off my face and hair, it was pooling out of
my ass, and was even on my hands and arms. I was quite literally a cum
dump. I still had enough energy to reach down and stroke myself off while
scooping some of the cum off my face and licking my fingers clean.

Scott looked at me after I'd cum again, "You're insatiable." He sounded
both disgusted and impressed. I felt kind of the same way myself. I was
proud of my sluttiness, and disgusted by what I'd just done, yet incredibly
turned on and charged up by the whole thing. "The good news is, you'll be
getting plenty every time we get together. Henry has agreed to get as many
of the clothes as he can for you in your sizes, so you won't have to go
over to his house every time. Also, there are several guys who have
requests of things they'd like to see you in. So, we'll have plenty of
stuff for you to wear."

I just sat there and nodded, excited about the ideas of the various
outfits. Many of the guys could get very creative with their stuff, so I
was sure they'd come up with some wild and sexy stuff for me.

"It was also decided that you'll be the prize for whoever wins the MVP for
the event. So you'll have to go with them and be their slave for the
night. Since that's new, and the game was sort of... disrupted, today. It
was decided we'll start that next time."

Scott helped me to my feet and I walked a bit wobbly at first. "I hope
you're ready to be dressed like a fairy princess, an elf goddess, a hooker,
a French maid, and ready to be tied up, spanked, teased and fucked like
some sex demon."

"Oh hell yes, that all sounds like a fun time," I smiled. "Not exactly what
I had in mind when I signed up, but fun all the same."

"Well, it's certainly a new twist on role-playing," Scott observed.

"Yeah, but I doubt there's a rule book for this one," I joked.

"With how gamers are, I wouldn't be surprised if there were. Probably from
Japan though," he said.

We chatted as he drove me back to my place. I was so tired, I didn't even
think about changing, I just headed up to my room. Besides, I figured,
everyone was probably going to get used to seeing me come and go dressed up
anyway, might as well get used to it now. In for a penny, I thought to
myself as I got undressed, cleaned up as best I could and flopped down to
sleep. My dreams were about being a sissy slut for the MVP of the next
session.