Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 21:30:49 +0000 (UTC) From: "Dennis St,John" Subject: Down the Rabbit Hole - Part Three DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE PART THREE By Dennis St. John This book entirely fictional and solely for adult entertainment as it contains graphic sex between m/m m/b, bondage, rape, taboo subjects, offensive words, and language, and generally ignores PC correctness, the rules of good behavior and good manners. Being duly warned, read on. Copyright © 2020 by Dennis St. John. All rights reserved. First Electronic Edition: April 2020 PART THREE By now my hair was down pass my shoulders, long and dark blond, and brushing it back, Jimmy used a scrunchy to tie it back in a ponytail. Thankfully I didn't have to take the bus or go to ballet classes in just my tights and body suit, but sneaker, leg warmers, and a shorty raincoat wasn't much better. As usual on a Monday, traffic on the Tube in central London was dense, and I got a lot of looks from men and boys before we got off. I pouted until Jimmy nudge me, and I put on my fake smile. I still protested about taking the classes, horrified to think I'd be in a class full of giggling young girls. Sunday afternoon found me standing in the corner crying after getting a punishment spanking when Jimmy lost his temper. "You will go, and do what you're told, or else you'll be over my lap again, understand?" "Yes, Mommy. I sobbed, knowing I'd pushed it to the limit. I was right as we entered the building and walked upstairs, as I could hear girl's voices and a lot of giggling. I suppose in a way this was a test as well as training. Could I pass myself off in a group of girls as just another girl? The Ma'am met us at the door, and Jimmy hugged and kissed her like an old friend. "You're Bobbie I take it." "Yes, Ma'am." "Go to the locker room and change. Make sure you're wearing your ballet slipper." She pointed to a door across the open floor, one wall covered with mirrors and a bar running the whole length of the room. Several girls of different ages from what I took to be about eleven of twelve to the oldest who looked to be about fifteen or so. Blushing slightly, I walked across and entered, finding more girls standing around chattering as the changed and put their slippers on. "Hello." Several called. "There's an empty locker over here." One girl about my age... pretend age called. I walked over. "Thanks." I slowly stripped off my jacket, sneakers, and leg warmers, feeling very self-conscious and trying not to look at their young bodies in the ballet outfits. One thing I notices, all the girl walked on their toes once they had their slippers on, what I would call prancing. "You'd better hurry up, or Ma'am will be very cross with you, and you don't want that." I wasn't sure what she meant. She was a pretty young girl with lovely blue eyes and pouty pink lips. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, I followed her into the, walking on my toes as I'd seen the other girl do. "For the new students, my name is Madam or Mistress Kosseff, your instructor. Please line up along the wall over the and we'll get started." She carried a long staff, or walking stick which she banged sharply on the floor when she wanted to get our attention. I did my best to follow her instruction, feeling a little stupid prancing around in a circle, arms held in different positions, head up, or swaying back and forth. She had us doing various stretching exercises and it soon became clear I had a lot of catching up to do. Getting my leg up on the bar was one, and having to stretch my body down over it was difficult. By noon when we broke for lunch, I was exhausted and immediately flopped down on one of the benches in the lunch room. The other girl sat around chattering and giggling, cuddling up and leaning against each other, and I tried not to take any notice of them. "Move your legs. I need to sit." Opening my eyes, I saw the girl from the locker room frowning down at me. I sat up and she sat and opened her lunch box. "My name is um... Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammy, what's yours?" "Hi, I'm Bobbie." "Hi there, Bobbie. First day in class is always tough. It was for me the first week I started." "You can say that again. Thankfully I only have to take this class three times a week." Opening my brown paper bag, I took out a peanut and jelly sandwich and a bottle of OJ. "You're lucky. My Mom said I needed to be more flexible and um... well, dainty... lady like, whatever that means." "It probably means you have to prance around like a little fairy." Oddly, Samantha turned bright red and dropped her eyes. "Yes, I suppose so. Why are you here?" I let out a long sigh and looked mournful. "I was told I needed to walk and act more lady like." Sammy giggled. "Yes, you do walk a little flat footed." I smiled in return. One thing I was glad of was, none of the other girls said anything or indicated I wasn't anything more than I pretended to be, namely a girl. A couple of the other girls came over to our table, and we sat there chatting about how hard the lessons were after the introductions. One was Crystal, and the other Tammy, and we seemed to hit it off. The room suddenly fell silent as Mistress Kossoff came in. She pointed at me and beckoned with her finger. From the look on the other girl's face, I knew something was wrong. I walked over and followed her to her office, and she closed the door behind me. "I find your behavior lacking in many ways, especially following instructions." "I-I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was doing my best." "Your best isn't nearly good enough. My Aunt told me you might be a difficult student and I should take what ever steps I thought was appropriate to impress on your how serious your training is." That didn't sound good, and I started shivering. "I-I'll try harder, Mistress." "Oh, I know you will. Bend over and touch your toes. Legs together and straight." I saw her open a draw and take out a thick leather strap about four inches wide. I knew better than to disobey and bend over as far as I could. Mistress Kossoff came up behind me and flipped my little skirt up. "Please, Mistress... I'll do better." "Be silent. I don't want to head a sound coming out of your mouth. Running her hand over my bottom, she measured off the distance. "Several students like you need a little more incentive than the others." The strap landed hard, bringing tears to my eye even at the first muffled smack. With tight and the body suit the strap didn't make as much noise as it did hitting bare skin. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! One after the other they landed, and with her hand on my middle, she held me in place. SMACK! SMACK! The last two harder then the first one. I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming. "Stand up." I did, immediately grabbing my sore bottom, hot tears running down my face. "Are we going to have any more discipline problems?" "N-no, Mistress." "Good, otherwise you will be in this position every day until you learn." "Y-Yes, Mistress." "The next time it will be on your bare bottom with a cane. Now go and wash the tears off, class with start again in twenty minutes. Be ready." I got the message. Stop crying, wash my face with cold water and return to class as if nothing had happened. I doubt I fooled anyone, suspecting one or more of the students of having been in that position before. I paid strict attention to her instructions from then on and tried to perform all the movements she wanted. Holding my arms out, hand waving in the air or limp with my arms out. It didn't take a genius to realize this ballet training was so I could act more like a proper young lady, or a limp wristed sissy fag. Despite cooling my hot face and washing the tears away, from the sympathetic looks I got from the rest of the class, they knew what had happened. They probably all been in Ma'am office at least once. We broke of a short break and hour later and Sammy immediately came over to comfort me. "Did she use the strap?" She whispered. I nodded. "A few of the girls got the came on their bare bottoms." I wiggled my but, still feeling the pain and humiliation of getting a spanking from a stranger. Sammy leaned against my shoulder and rubbed my back. I felt like crying again but managed to hold the tears back. At three, the class ended and we headed back to the changing room to get dressed. Leg warmer, pink sneaker, mini skirt and jacket and I was ready. As I was about to walk out Sammy came over and took my hand and we exited together only to find Aunty Jimmy, Ma'am and another stunningly beautiful lady standing by the door catting. Sammy gripped my hand, curtsying as we came up. "Hello, Mommy." Not thinking I copied her movement and received a smile of approval from Aunty. "How was her behavior today?" Sammy's mother asked. "Oh, much better. She's really trying a lot harder now. "And Bobbie?" Jimmy asked. "He's learning the penalties of laziness." I blushed as all three looked at me. "Good, he needs to learn how to behave." "Can We drop you somewhere, Mrs. Johnson?" Sammy's mother asked. "Thank you, yes." After shaking hands all round Sammy and I held hands and followed as we left. Our ride was a Bentley limo, and while the two ladies took the back seat, we had to sit on the little jump seats facing them. "It's hard training them to be proper young ladies, but I found the repeated application of a paddle or hair brush to Samantha's bare bottom quickly reminds her of her place." Glancing at Sammy, I saw her turn beet red. "Bobbie is much the same and has to be reminded to behave occasionally. I prefer corner time after punishment to be very effective. She hates it even more than the spanking." "Really. I'll have to add that to Samantha's punishment. Are you free this weekend?" Sammy shot me a look and smiled. "Why yes, I don't think we have anything important to do." "Good," she replied, patting Jimmy's knee. "I'm having a small garden party at my place in the country, why don't I send a car for you Friday evening, and you can spend the weekend as my guest. "That would be wonderful." "It would give the young ladies time to get to know each other." Something with icy cold feet ran up my spine, making me shiver hearing what she said next. "Made sure Bobbie bring a swim suit." How on earth was I going to be able to hide the fact I'm a boy wearing a flipping swim suit, especially since I didn't have one. After hugs and kisses goodbye, Jimmy grabbed my arm and headed down the street. "We need to get you a nice sexy swim suit." "Jimmy! There's no way I can hide..." "Shush! Let me worry about that, and it wouldn't be as much of a surprise as you might think." "What?" Jimmy shot me a look. "Didn't you catch on. All the girls in the class are they same as you. Madam Kosseff's academy is for training panty boys, silly." I must have tripped over something, as I stumbled. "What! No way... they are girls." Jimmy just laughed. "I've known about that academy for a long time and even attended a couple of classes myself. You are going to look wonderful prancing around in the full tutu." I gulped and blushed at the thought. It was bad enough wearing what I had and seeing myself dancing around. "Here we go." Jimmy pulled me into a small store off Oxford street and greeted the shop girl with a hug and a kiss. "Aunty Jimmy. It's so nice to see you again. It's been a long time." "I know. My bad I haven't been round to see you. I'm here for a swim suit for this young lady. Take your jacket off, dear." With a sigh I did, and the woman looked me up and down, looking pensive. "Take her into the back dressing room and have her strip. I'll bring several back for her to try on." Aunty Jimmy, my now Mommy gave me a look that said I'd better do what I was told. She took me back to the changing room and helped my undress. "Panties as well, dear." "But... she'll see." "Yes, she will, and it won't be the first time she seen a girly boy." "Oh." I still blushed and I took my panties off and held my hand over my crotch. The young woman didn't look at all upset when she came in and looked at me. "I brought a couple of one piece and several bikini swim suits, which do you want him to try first." "The one piece first." She handed me an electric blue bathing suit, and turning away I opened it and stepped into the leg opening, Jimmy help me with the top part and stood back after hooking the ends together behind my neck. "Turn around slowly, dear." "Oh yes, he looks perfect in that." I wasn't so sure. The sides came up much higher than an ordinary swim suit, exposing my thighs all the way up to my hips. The center Vee almost came down to my belly button, the sides barely covered my tits. The next one piece was a shocking pink, equally revealing, as even with my sissy cock tucked back you could still see a large budge. "Let's try the bikinis." The first was a black, micro bikini that barely covered my bottom and nipples, the bottom part nothing more than a wide strip of black cloth that covered my crotch. "Ummm he looks so hot in that." "True, but for this weekend, he'd need to wear something a fourteen year old would wear to a pool party." "Oh, I have just the thing." She returned with a bright pink top and bottom. This time the bottom had a short skirt attached, and the top more like a training bra. Added to that was a large, bright blue patterned square. Folded corner to corner you then wrapped it around your waist and tied the ends together. I'd seen pictures of girl wearing something like this in magazines, usually standing on some tropical beach. "Yes, that will do perfectly, but we'll take the others with us for another time. Add three pairs of black, lace topping stocking and one each black and white garter belts." "Pantyhose?" "yes, why now. A girl her age would start to wear those during the day. I need one pair for right now. I don't want his wearing his ballet tight and getting them dirty." Getting pantyhose on is more difficult than I imagined, especially when you have to take care not to get a run. Jimmy held out my white panties after I pulled the top part over my hips and bottom. "Some girl wear the panties on the inside, other on the outside." It was a thought, but seeing as I'd already had the pantyhose on, I stepped into them and pulled them up. Jimmy also brought me a nice white chiffon blouse to wear as well, seeing I'd taken my body suit off. With my tan mini skirt and jacket, I looked like any other young girl you'd see on the streets of London. I wasn't sure how I felt about this weekend, or what I'd say to Sammy, if, as Jimmy said, she... he was like me. How do you ask another boy if he's a panty wearing, cock sucking sissy queer? Did he know what I was? I thought of asking Aunty Jimmy, then changed my mind. Of course, Jimmy packed for both of us and it wasn't long before the car arrived to pick us up. The evening drive down to the country was pleasant once we got out of London and I was soon dozing in the corner of the comfortable back seat. We arrived, and Sammy rushed out to greet us, well, me actually. Hugging me tightly and whispering in my ear. "Tell Mommy you'd like to sleep in my room tonight." I hugged her back and nodded. Sammy was wearing a tight white shorts, a pink halter top and pink sneakers. It was a warm evening, and I suddenly felt overdressed. I managed to say a quick `Hi' to Samantha mother before Sammy dragged me away to show me around. This place wasn't a house but a mansion and who ever lived here had money, lots of money. Sammy held my hand and when every she could, hugged my arm or leaned her face against my shoulder. "Wow, that's a big pool." "Yeah, you'll get to swim in in tomorrow when the other guest arrive." "How many?" "Oh, I don't know, a few I think. I don't take much notice of things like that. I just do what I'm told." Out beyond the end of the pool I could see cabanas and sun chairs through the steam coming off the pool. I tested it, and found it lovely and warm. I suddenly had the urge to go for a naked swim. Sammy must have known what I was thinking by my grin. "Can't, not without adult supervision." I pouted and Sammy hugged me. "Spoil sport." "Let's go in, it's chilly out here." Back in the house we found our respective mother's sitting close together on the couch, sipping wine and in deep conversation. "Dinner is in half an hour. Why don't you take Bobbie up to your room and get changed?" Aunty Jimmy nodded in agreement. With the way Aunty Jimmy and Sammy's mother were cuddling up, I suspected they had a thing going. "I didn't think you bring a dinner dress for Bobbie." "That's alright, she can wear one of Samantha. They are about the same size. Find something nice for Bobbie to wear, Samantha." "Yes, Mommy." Grabbing my hand, Sammy pulled me out of the room and we dashed upstairs, both grinning from ear to ear. Sammy's room was huge, and one look at her walk in closet, I was green with envy. Sammy immediately started sorting through the rack of dressed, looking at one after the other and shaking her head. At last she let out a squeal of delight. "Oh yes, this will be perfect." Holding up an electric blue dress. "Try this on." Shedding my jacker and skirt I reached back to unbutton my blouse, but Sammy pushed my hands away and unbuttoned them for me. As she slipped it off my shoulders I felt her kiss my neck softly and shivered. Next she undid my bra and as it slipped down my arms, Sammy reach round and cupped my little titties. "Ohhh they are so nice." She breathed. Turning to face her she leaned down and kissed each nipple softly, flicking her tongue over each. "You have such beautiful little titties." He murmured. I didn't hesitate and felt her breast, hearing her let out a soft moan. She almost ripped her blouse off, then her bra, pushing her little titties out for me to touch. Her were larger than mine by a lot, almost full grown, and sucked each dark nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking. Instantly they became hard and I bit them softly. Sammy moaned deep in her throat stroking my hair and pulling my closer. "Ooooo yes, bite me harder." He moaned and I did, eliciting a muffled squeal. While I sucked and bit the nipples, my hand slipped down to squeeze his crotch and I sighed. Samantha was the same as me, a panty wearing sissy fag. Sammy let out a sob and reached down to feel me. "Oooo you are the same as me." "Yes, I'm a swishy little pantyfag as well." Sammy dropped to his knee and pulled my panties down. My cock clitty was already stiff and she immediately sucked it into his mouth without hesitation. Taking my hands, he placed them on my head. "Fuck my mouth and tell me what a dirty little cock sucking faggot I am." He begged. I sucked in my breath, understanding his need. "Suck me you pathetic excuse for a boy. Suck my dick faggot." Sammy let out a small sob and took my cock back into his mouth. Holding his head tight, I pumped my dick in and out of his wet, warm, eager mouth, pushing it in a deep as I could. With only five inches when I'm stiff, I could only just touch the back of his throat, but apparently it was enough to make him moan. "Filthy little dick sucking queer, aren't you, bitch!" Sammy nodded, holding my butt, and pushing my hips forward. Just on the edge of cumming he stopped. "Don't cum yet, please. Later." He panted. It was frustrating not being able to cum, and I was a little angry. "Why now!" "Mommy will be mad if she knew I'd made you come without permission." I blushed. He was right. Aunty Jimmy told me I wasn't to cum unless he gave me permission. That only made me even more horny, coupled with not being permitted to touch myself kept me in a constant state of arousal. Sammy was the same. "Let me suck your cock." I begged. "Later. We have to get dressed, and I need Mommy's permission. I'll ask her after dinner." I pouted and standing, Sammy kissed me. "Don't angry with me. I promise we can play all we want later." "What will your Mommy say about that." "Who do you think turn me into a cock craving sissy cunt?" "What! Sammy blushed. "I'll tell you later, we'd better get ready, Mommy hate me being late." I suspected it involved a little more than a harsh word and a look. Sammy dived into the draws looking for something. "Are har! Do you wear stocking and garter belt yet?" "No, mommy said I'm to young to start wearing them. Just pantyhose." "Oooo you have to wear them, you'd look so fucking hot. Tell you what. But this on." Sammy held up a black and red teddy like garment, ribbon, lacy frills, and laces. Giggling like a couple of sissy schoolgirl, Sammy help me put in on. It wasn't exactly a corset even though it had laces up the back, which Sammy pulled tight, cinching my wait in. Next the sheer black lace topped stocking, using the attached garter straps to hold them up. He held out a pair of black, `boys short' lace panties, feeling myself get a stiffy as I pulled them up. Sammy giggled and reached out to stroke it. "Oh, what a nasty little sissy fag you are getting a hard on from just putting panties on. Mommy would spank me if that happened." "Mine would as well seeing me wearing this." That thought made me feeling even hotter." Even her shoes fit me and I walked back and forth in the closet, strutting my stuff. Sammy clapped and giggled. "Oh, you are such a dirty little sissy slut." "Hurry up girls, dinner is about to be served." Sammy froze as his mother called from the other room. "Yes, Mommy. We'll be right down." Sammy helped me into the electric blue dress and zipped me up. "Go do your makeup while I get dressed." "Okay." "You'll find everything you need on the dressing table." I touched up my makeup and tucked myself in so the front of the dress wouldn't stick out, or tents, and by the time I finished, Sammy came out of the closet in a cute pink dress, looking all innocent and pure, the hem of the dress just covering her cute bottom and panties. Clearly, her mother like her that way. I discovered why when we went down and she curtsied and lifted the hem of the dress up high enough so her Mommy could see her frilly pink satin panties. Her eyes turned to me, but Jimmy hadn't taught me to curtsy yet. I did my best, lifting the hem high enough to show her what I was wearing. "Very good, girls, take you places. Sit up straight and behave yourselves, or else." Aunty Jimmy nodded in agreement and gave me the eye. I knew what that mean. I followed Samantha's example and smooth my dress over my bottom as I sat. Just them Mr. Daddy arrives, and he made me shiver. Tall, broad shoulder and stood six foot at least. He had short cropped steel gray hair, handsome tan face and a commanding air about him. This was a man you didn't mess with, and one who got his own way. Samantha's mother reach pout and touched hands with him and they smiles at each other. He gave Kimmy a nice bow and a blinding white smile before turning his eye on us. To my surprise, Sammy stood and did a curtsy, coloring slightly and bowing her head.. He nodded and smiled at her. She sat and he looked at me. "Hello, my name is Bobbie." "I see we have guests this evening. Welcome." From his expression I had the impression he was expecting something else. If he thought I was going to stand, curtsy and bow to him, he was disappoint. Not sure why, but Jimmy frowned at me. Dinner was served and it was delicious except for the wine which Samantha and I weren't permitted to drink. Bummer. Before going up to bed, Sammy spoke to his Mom, and I saw her nod and smiled. "What was your Mom smiling about?" "She gave me permission to cum" Samantha giggle as we ran up to the bedroom. We undressed each other with a lot of kissing and touching before taking it into the shower. Lots of hot water, soap, sponged and carefully washing each other all over. While I dried off, Sammy went over to an odd looking bowel and turned the water on. A small fountain shot up from a cock shaped spigot in the center. Sammy checked the temperature, and after turning the water off, coated the spigot with cream. Then to my astonishment Sammy sat down and wiggle the spigot into her boy pussy, moaning softly as he did. Turning the water back on, he sat there with an odd expression on his face and biting his lower lip. "Oooo yes." He murmured and stood. Water and poop gusted out, but he wasn't finished. While the water was still running he went down on it again, pumping it in and out. More water gushed out, clean this time. Now his boy pussy was nice and clean. "Oh my! Do you have to do that often?" "Oh yes, everyday after I go to the toilet. I have to be clean there at all times or Mommy or Daddy with be very angry with me. Want to try?" "I don't know. I've never done anything like that before." "You don't have to stay on it as long as me, just till it feels uncomfortable, then you stand up." Sammy wiped the spigot clean and applies some more cream. I wasn't too sure about it, but to make Sammy happy I nervously sat, feeling the war, tip touch my ring after I'd positioned myself. It slid in surprisingly easy, and Sammy waiting until I was sat down all the way before turning the water on. "OOOO mylord! I almost jumped up from surprise, feeling the warm water shoot up inside me. I held myself there, eye squeezed shut and biting my lip. I couldn't hold it as much as Sammy, but it was enough to clean me out. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and I couldn't probably get use to it after a while. Dried, powered, perfumed, and primped we ended up on the big bed, kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other, tits to tits, sissy cock rubbing each other. "I'm so glad you are like me, Bobbie." He gave me an open mouth kiss, inviting me to explore. It did, enjoying the intimacy. "Me, to, but how did you..." "Become a swishy little sissy fair?" "Well, yes." He kissed me again. "Mommy caught me wearing a pair of her pretty panties wearing lipstick and prancing around my room." "Oh my! What did she do?" "Spank me of course and made me stand in the corner until Daddy came home. He spanked me as well, even harder and I confessed I'm been doing it for months." "Ummm so you were a sissy boy. How old were you?" "I was twelve. They took me to a doctor who checked me out and asked me a lot of silly question. His conclusion was that I was a queer, or gay as he said." "Oh dear, how humiliating." "I was. Even worse when I got home. My older brother and sister were off at college and wouldn't be home much, so they decided to make me dress up in girl's clothes all the time. Daddy said it was for six month to cure me of my fascination with panties, but it didn't work. I liked being dressed in girl's clothes." "Yes, I found that out as well once Aunty Jimmy, my Mommy got me into panties. I loved it. The next thing I knew I was dressed up like a young girl and walking down the street. I thought it was for just the day to see what it felt like. After... well playing with me, I stayed dressed. I don't even think I have any boys' clothes at all." "After six months they realized I liked being a sissy boy and decided to keep me dressed like that. They put me on hormones and things and I soon started to developed tits." Sammy wiggled closer, if that was possible and run his hands all over my body. I returned the favor by kissing and sucking his breasts, hearing him moan. "Thinking back, Aunty Jimmy must have done something similar, although he told me it was because of the chemicals they treated the panties with." "OHH what a liar!" Sammy exclaimed with a chuckle. "Yeah, I know." "He turned you from a boy into a swishy little cock sucking queer." I blushed and shivered. "Yes he did." "Oh yes! Show me what a nasty little cock sucking sissy queer boy you are." That made me moan, and scooting down I took his stiff cock into my mouth. That wasn't good enough for Samantha. Pulling out he reversed himself on the be so we were laying side by side head to foot. I pulled him close and took his stiff cock in the mouth while he did the same to me. He wasn't anywhere near as big as Aunty Jimmy, and the tip only touched the back of my throat when he pushed in. I was soon lost in a cloud of erotic pleasure, his warm wet mouth sucking my stiff sissy cock while I sucked his feeling wonderful waves of shame wash over me. I was a cock sucking sissy queer boy now, just like the nasty boys a school talked, and made jokes about. They had no clue what they were talking about. I could hear them now, knowing what they'd say if they could see me like this. Cum swallowing little faggot, bum fucking queer, cock bitch, fucking fairy, and pathetic little pansy. I shivered, they were right, I was all of that and more. I wanted to be humiliated and shamed as if only made my cock harder. Suddenly, Samantha let go of my cock and pulled his out of my mouth. "Get on your hands and knees like a fucking bitch. I want to fuck your boy pussy, you little fucking queer!" "Ooooo." I moaned and did what he told me, scrambling onto my hands and knees like a good little bitch." He slapped my bottom hard, several times and grabbed my hips. The moment the tip of his stiff cock touched my ring he drove it all the way in. I squealed like a little girl. "Oh yes... squeal you little fucking bitch, squeal little a little girl! Let me hear you whimpering and moaning as I fuck your tight bitch pussy" It didn't take much prompting for me to start whimpering and moaning. His cock felt so good in my boy cunt. Pumping in and hard and fast as he could, slapping my bottom at the same time. Hard, stinging, but they didn't hurt, only add to the erotic pleasure. I dare not touch myself as I knew I'd cum instantly, but I didn't know how long I could last, wanting it to go on forever. Samantha slowed, giving me time to get control of my surging emotions. "Dirty little queer, you love getting fucked like a bitch, don't you, Bobbie." "Oh yesss, I love it." "Yeah, the boys at school would know what to do with a dirty little panty wearing sissy fag like you," he panted, "you be on your knees in the boy's toilet sucking all their cock, one after the other and moaning while they raped your sissy cunt." "Ohhh that horrible." "Yes, it is!" Samantha rammed his cock into me again and I squealed as he reached around and grabbed my cock. It was too much and I lost it, shooting a thick stream of cum over the bed cover. Right them, I felt Sammy's cock swell and begin filling my pussy with his cum, hearing him moan in pleasure. We both flopped onto the bed, panting, exhausted and satisfied. Rolling over to kiss him a little while later, I looked up to see Aunty Jimmy walk softly across the room. She pulled the bed covers over us and leaned down to kiss me. "Sleep well, baby girl. Sweet sissy dreams." I smiled. "Thank you Mommy." [IMAGE] The pool party, or garden party, whichever you like to call it was a little intimidating, as I looked and felt like the youngest person there. Most of the guest, about 15 men were older men, ranging in age from 40ish to 50 something. They each brought a girl with them, five in all, all stunningly beautiful, slim, tanned all aged about twenty something. I never was good at telling people ages. Wearing my bikini with the skirted bottom and a wrap tied at my hip, I felt overdressed compared the micro bikinis the girls were wearing. Three of them had big tits with just a little triangle of clothes covering their nipples. The bottom parts wasn't much better, barely coving their sex. They were all nice to me, hugging and kissing and telling me how sweet I looked. Samantha disappeared from a while, coming back looking pleased with herself. I noticed she winced as she sat on the chase lounge, biting her lower lip. "What's wrong?" "Oh nothing. Just my bottom is a little sore." "How come, you fall down or something?" She giggled. "No, silly, from the spanking." "Spank... what did you get a spanking for... what did you do?" "Oh nothing. I was rude to one of Daddy's guest, so Daddy said he should take me up to the bedroom and punish me. I didn't expect he'd spanked that hard, but he was nice after and gave me a nice present, see?" Samantha turned her head and touched her ear lobe. "Lovely diamond earing and a diamond bracelet. I couldn't wear it here, but later." She giggled. It then dawn on me what else happened. "Was he big?" I felt my face get hot. "No, average size. I moaned and whimpered for him, even let out a squeal once in a while to make him thing his cock was hurting me. Made him feel good." "You mean..." "Yes, silly. All the girls are here to keep the men happy. They are all fem boys." I gave him a puzzled look and Sammy giggled. "No way! They are real girls." "Yes way. They are all owned by their Daddy's and brought here to provide sexual services to whoever their Daddy tell them." My brain was spinning. I'd never heard of anything like that before. "But what about you?" "Me too. Once Daddy and Mommy turned me into a prissy little sissy girly boy, Daddy said I had to earn my keep. He's not worried about grandchildren, my brother and sisters can give him those. My job is to keep his business associates and friend um... happy and entertained." "Aren't you mad about that?" "No, not really. I'm a queer and loved getting fucked and sucking cock. This way I get used by people who are clean, rich, and appreciative of my services. I don't have to go out to town and cruise the streets looking for cock. You never know the trouble you can get into if you run into a pimp or a rough crowd." "You mean standing on the corner like a whore waiting to get picked up." "Yes, I'm looked after, pampered, dressed the way Mommy and Daddy want and outside of that, I can have my own fun, like with you without getting into trouble." "How old were you when you first got fucked?" "Twelve, but that was my Daddy who took my cherry. He was a good trainer and taught me all the things I needed to know, just like Jimmy's teaching you." "What... no... Jimmy is just showing me..." Samantha shook her head before I'd even finished. I brushed it off, thinking she was joking. As the sun went down we went upstairs to shower, used the bidet and change. As I came out of the bathroom, Jimmy arrived to help me get dressed and redo my makeup, insisting I dress down for a younger look. I wasn't sure I wanted to look younger, especially with all those older men and be over shadowed by those beautiful `girls' they'd brought with them. I started to ask Aunty Jimmy about what Samantha said, but he tut-tutted and brushed my concerns away. "No, silly. I just want you to look your best is all." He muttered and he expertly applies blue eye shadow to my eye lids. With a little blush and soft pink lipstick he declared I was ready. For clothes, he handed me a pair of frilly pink knicker and a thin training bra, also pink, unpadded so I only has a slight bump instead of the more pronounced swelling the padded training bra gave me. I definitely looked like a fourteen year old girl when I saw myself in the rather short blue and white dress. I think it was the white knee socks and black three inch high heels that set the outfit off. "There, you look perfect. Let me check your nails." I obediently held my hands out for inspection and he nodded in satisfaction. "If anyone asked, tell them you are seventeen, unless they insist, then tell them you are fourteen." He grinned at me and we both laughed at the joke. Usually it was the other way round. Dinner was a little intimidating as the man did most of the talking, us `girls' remained silent unless someone asked us a direct question, I did listen and heard talk about what stocks and futures they knew would be going up and down. I took note, wishing I had pen and paper so I could write down some of the names they mentioned. Being well brought up, I kept my eyes down mostly, only occasionally looking up to catch the eye of one man or another looking at me with intent to rape. I might as well me naked by the way they were undressing me with their eyes. Even Aunty Jimmy was less talkative than usual during dinner. After, the men retired to the drawing room for brandy and cigars, while the `girls' ended up in the covered veranda with tea, coffee or a liquor. I was stuck with orange juice when what I really wanted was a beer. The men rejoined us and they chatted and joked about this or that while fondling the girl on their lap. As the evening progressed, one by one the men took the girl of his chose up to his room, betting it wouldn't be long before they were stripped naked, or down to the underwear and on their knees between the man's legs. That made me shiver, thinking of myself in a similar position. "I'm off to bed." Samantha's mother stood, as did Aunty Jimmy and Samantha. All three smiled at me, and Samantha blew me a kiss. "Behave yourself, Bobbie." I gulped. That left just me and Sammy's father. "Come!" Was the only thing he said. It wasn't a request but a command. "Y-yes, Sir." I murmured and followed him out of the room. The first thing I noticed about the `Master' bedroom was the size of the bed, at least three time that of an ordinary double bed. The second thing I noticed were the mirrors strategy place, around and above the bed. No matter what position you were in you could see yourself. "I was very displeased with your disrespectful behavior when we met." I stiffened, wondering what he was talking about, my mind blank. I was fixed on him slowly undressing and realized what a powerful man he was. Old, or older he may be but her was very muscular, fit and tanned, and from the bulge in the front of his white shorts, well hung. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean any disrespect..." "Did I give you permission to speak?" He said, talking over to a side table and opening a draw. "N-no, sir." I carefully wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt as he came back with a straight back chair and set it in the middle of the carpet. It was the thick leather strap he held in his other hand that scared me. "I spoke to your Mistress about your behavior, and it was suggested I take whatever means I felt necessary to correct it." He sat and looked at me a moment. "Come here." It felt as if I had blocks of concrete on my feet as I dragged one foot after the other over to him, feeling a sob bubbling up in my throat. As I came close, he reached out and hooked a finger into the satin ribbon around my waist, pulling me closer. He pulled the ends and undid the bow, placed the ribbon across his lap. "Turn around." There was no discussion or argument in his words, just obedience to his command. I did. He slowly unzipped my dress and pushed it off my shoulders. I didn't take the dress off so much, but rather it fell to the floor around my feet, making me shiver as it slipped down my hot body. "Step out and place the dress on the chair over there." Swallowing, I knew what he wanted and swished across the floor. I took my time, carefully folding the dress and bending over to place it on the seat of the chair. This gave him time to admire my tight, panty covered bottom and long slim legs. As Aunty Jimmy said, it was all about the illusion, not the reality that counted. As any young girl would, I placed both my hands in front of my pubic mouth, shyly looking down as a girl would knowing a man was looking at her in her underwear. I swished back and returned to the same spot. The look on his handsome face said he enjoyed the view, going and coming. His strong hand brushed across my bra before rubbing my tummy with the back of his hand. "Turn around." I did, feeling him unhooking my bra. The shoulder strap fell off by themselves and slithered down my arms. I made no attempt to catch it as it fell to the floor. "Hands behind your back." I shivered as he bound my wrist together with the satin ribbon. He them used the extra length to tie my elbows together as well, thereby pushing my breasts out. His hands on my hips turn me back to face him. "My-my, what nice little girly titties you have. Look at me!" I looked him in the eyes as he reached up and pinched both nipples hard. I let out a sob, seeing him smile as he twisted them as well. "How old are you, my dear?" "S-seventeen, Sir." I got out between clenched teeth. He stopped pinching and leaned forward to take each nipple into his mouth and suck it, switching from one to the other. "I like to see hard nipples.." I shuddered in pleasure, knowing what was coming next. Why didn't I say no when he told me to come, or run away, or say stop, I don't want this? Because I did want it. I wanted him to take me, use me, beat me, fuck me, force me to suck his cock and tell me what a pathetic little cock sucking sissy faggot I am. Samantha was right, this was what Aunty Jimmy trained me to be, a simpering little sissy fem boy, submitting to Alpha males needs. I needed to be submissive and be told what to do. Like a script in my head I knew what I was supposed to say, how to act to give the dominant male as much pleasure as possible. "P-please, Sir. I promise not to be rude a-again." "You should have thought about that before you were discourteous and rude." "I-I... I didn't know." "I understand, you know this is for your own good. You need to be punish to correct your bad behavior, don't you?" There is was, my admitting it was my fault and the need to corrective punishment. "Y-yes, Sir. It was my fault. I sobbed, hot tears running down my face. "Over my lap." Another planned step in my humiliation, forcing me to willingly bending over his lap to be punished. I did, tears of shame running down my face as he arranged me just the way he wanted me, feeling weak and helpless in his strong hands. One hand ran up and down my bare back, while the other roved over my panty covered bottom, squeezing and patting. He reached around and cupped my little breast, pinching the nipples to show me he owned my body. Next he hooked a finger into the waist band of my panties, slowly pulling them down to mid-thigh. Reaching under his butt, he pulled out a small towel before slowly pulled my butt plug out. Wrapping it in the towel he dropped it under the chair and took hold of the strap. First he stroked it over my bare bottom, making me whimper in anticipation of the spanking, feeling his cock hardening under my tummy, to remind me what was to come. "First we'll take care of your lying to me." Before I could even ask what lie the strap landed. Hard, stinging, one after the other regularly space and spread over both cheeks. I kicked and squealed in earnest, no fakery as he spanked me for real. It was easy for him to hold me in place, and I doubted I could escape even if I wanted to. After ten he stopped and ran his hand over my bottom. "Now then, how old are you?" Sobbing in pain, it took me a moment to understand what he was asking. "Seventeeeee." Before I'd even finished he began spanking me again, just as hard, the burning pain spreading down my thighs. "How old are you?" I dawned on me what Aunty Jimmy said. "Fourteen, Sir." I sobbed, my tears dripping on the carpet. "So you lied to me, didn't you." "Y-yes, Sir I did." "Good." The spanking continued. Oddly, the pain turned into something else. Still sharp and stinging but it didn't really hurt now, not that I was enjoying it. I was being punished for lying to him and therefore deserved it. At last he stopped. "Such a naughty little girl, aren't you, lying to an adult." "Y-yes, sir. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "That's Master." "Yes, Master. I won't lie to you again." "And failure to stand and curtsy to me when I came into the room?" "Oooo I didn't know." "Maybe this will help to remind you in future." Now he used his hand, spanking and caressing my bottom between slaps. I still cried, feeling myself stiffen as his hand slipped between my open legs. "I-I promise to curtsy in future, Master." "I should hope so, or I won't be as lenient next time. Maybe a touch of the cane will help you remember." Taking my hips he slipped my off his lap to kneel between his open legs. Standing, he slipped his shorts off and I gulped seeing how big he was. "Now you are going to show me just how sorry you really are. Open your pretty pink mouth!" He commanded. I sobbed and did what I was told as he took hold of my head and guided the bulbus head of his stiff cock between my lips. I didn't so much open my mouth as his cock forced it open. "Little fourteen year old girls need to learn to suck their Daddy's cock properly." He growled as he began pumping it in. Even when the head hit the back of my throat he didn't stop until I choked a little. He pulled back and let me breath for a moment. "All of it you dirty little bitch. All the way down your throat." I moaned and shook my head, knowing it was useless to try and stop him. One way or another I was going to take all ten inches in my mouth. It took a while, stopping to let me breath before starting again. I closed my eye and tried to relax my throat, but it wasn't until I felt the small `landing strip' of hair at the base on my nose I knew it was all the way in. Once there he began fucking my mouth in earnest. "Wrap those fucking pink girly lips around the shaft, cunt!" I obeys, wrapping my lips around the shaft of his cock, gripping his hard and forming a perfect pink ring for him to fuck. "Oh fuck yes! I've been watching you all day. Prancing around the pool, showing of your sweet young body to all the men, sucking on the ice cream cone with is was my cock. Now you are." He pushed it all the way in and throat fucked me, then pulling out so I could gasp for air before pushing it back in. When I could I whimpered, shivering at the thought of him watching me, lusting for me, stripping me naked with his eyes. "Now I'm going to fuck your tight young pussy." Pulling out he simply lifted me and threw me on the bed. "Hands and knee, bitch!" "Please... no... it's too big." I begged, knowing that's what he wanted to hear. "Good, I'll just have to open you up so it fits." I made a fake effort to crawl away, but he grabbed me and flipped me over. "Get your legs up and open." Not that I had much of a choice as he grabbed my knee and pushed them up beside my ears. "I want to see the expression on your pretty girly face as my cock goes into your tight little cunt!" "Ohhh no... please!" I begged, feeling his pin me down, weak, helpless, and vulnerable, sobbing and pleading with my eyes. It was no use. He wasn't going to stop. He smiled down at me, face flushed as he imagined raping a fourteen year old girl. "Open your mouth, bitch!" I did and he pushed my wet panties into my mouth. "Don't want the other guest to hear you screaming." The tip of his stiff cock hit the entrance to my boy pussy, and clamping my teeth on the panties, I screamed around the panty gag as he wanted. I screamed again as the head of his cock forced my ring open, pain shooting though me as he did. He laughed, his eyes locked onto the expression of shame on my face as he took my imaginary virginity. I sobbed and cried, hot tears running down the side of my face. It hurt for real, but not as much as I thought it would. Aunty Jimmy making me wear the butt plug helped, and gradually the pain vanished. Once he had the head in, he didn't stop, and began pumping his cock all the way inside me. Now it was starting to feel good, despite the size of his cock, and I involuntarily began to buck my hips. "Yesss! The dirty little cunt likes getting her pussy fucked, don't you, bitch?" "Nooo... it hurts... so big." I panted, my whole body feeling as if it was on fire. "Good, but I need to fuck your like a proper little bitch." Saying that he pulled out. Gripping me by the hips he flipped me over like a little doll. "On your knees, pussy up, head down." Now I was on my elbows and knees, legs spread like a god little whore and I had time to look at myself in the mirror, seeing multiple images of myself. With out being able to see my little sissy cock, I look like a teenage girl on her knees waiting for a big strong man to fuck her brains out. That exactly what he did. Holding my hips, he guided the head of his cock into my partly open pussy and rammed it inside. I squeal around the panties, but it didn't really hurt, and I wanted it in there now. That wasn't what I was here for. I was here to give him please and satisfy his needs. I moaned, squeal and cried until my body betrayed me and I started bucking back as he thrust into me. "Oh yesss, the little bitch likes it now, don't you?" He pulled the gag out of my mouth. "Nooo please... no more." I begged. "Lying little cunt!" He spanked my bottom hard, but I hardly felt it now. "Tell Daddy the truth, you like my big hard cock in your tight little pussy, don't you Bobbie?" "Oooo.... Yes... yes.. I do. Fuck my brains out, Daddy!" I sobbed, watching as he thrust into me. Fuck! His cock felt so good now, no pain, just pleasure. "That's a good little girl. Take Daddy's cock. Push back and tell me how much you like it." I swallowed hard, forcing the words out through a dry throat. "I-I do, Daddy. I'm a dirty little slut, spank me and fuck me... breed me, Daddy." Oh how he fucked me to the point I couldn't even think, just enjoy the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. Lifting me up, he grabbed my little tits and squeezed them hard, making me moan, holding me there while he continued to fuck me. At last he let out a long groan and rammed his cock in one last time he held it there. I felt his cock expand and start shooting cum inside me. If I was a real girl I know he would have made me pregnant at that moment. Instead of pulling out, he rolled both of us to the side and hugged me close, waiting for his cock to soften. I shivered as he kissed my neck and gently caressed my body. "What a sweet little girly boy you are." He whispered. Somehow he pulled a cover over both of us, and as he pulled out I pouted, wanting it to stay in my pussy. The lights dimmed and I soon drifted off into an exhausted sleep. The next thing I knew, it was daylight and Aunty Jimmy was shaking me awake. "Come on sleepyhead, time to get up and take a shower." I immediately looked over to the other side of the bed, but he was gone. Showered, groomed, and dressed we walked down to breakfast, me walking carefully due to my sore bottom and pussy. From the look on Aunty Jimmy's face, he knew I'd been well fucked last night, as did Samantha when she saw me. She grinned and blushed slightly as I sat. Of course I remembered the curtsy to his father before carefully sitting. Dressed in my school uniform, I looked the perfect picture of an innocent your girl, seeing more than one of the men, and a few of the girl wink at me. I blushed and kept my eyes down for most of the meal. After a lot of goodbye, hugs and kissed the limo took Aunty Jimmy and me back to London. "His Lordship asked me to give you this." He held out a large box. I opened it and found a long peal neckless nestled inside and a number of bills in the lid. A quick count and I whistled. Five hundred pounds! I looked at Aunty Jimmy and blushed. "That's for you. He gave me an envelope with a thousand pounds in it. That was just a little something extra for you." He gave me a smile. "Jimmy... Mistress." "What?" I didn't know what to say. "His Lordship was very pleased with you and expects us back next month." "Um... what about you?" I wondered what fun or pleasure he had this weekend. "Her Ladyship was more than please with my treatment of her." "Treatment?" "Yes, she loves to be dominated by a woman with something extra, as she put it. I leaned back, realizing what Samantha said was true. Aunty Jimmy had trained me to be a fem boy. Much later, I sat at the makeup table looking at my made up face in the mirror, powder blue eye shadow, thin black eye liner, blush on my cheeks and frosty pink color on my lips. wondered how Aunty Jimmy was able to turn me from an ordinary, mostly straight eighteen year old boy into a pathetic little cock sucking sissy faggot so easily. My honey blond, shoulder length hair framed my face and hazel eyes in such a way as to emphasizing my young sissy girlyboy look. It also made me look so weak and fuckable, as Aunty Jimmy would say, and earn me more money from my growing list of steady customers and his Lordships favorite toy and business negotiating tool. THE END Hope you liked my story. If so drop me a line and tell me what you think at: dennis_st_john@yahoo.com