Part 2 Girlfriends Forever
Nicole woke the next morning to the sound of rustling in one corner of his room.
Light filtered in from the edges of the blindfold and he stretched
uncomfortably, his arms and legs tethered to opposite ends of the four-poster
bed. He heard Mistress Zoe's voice saying. "Yes, those will be fine, just hang
them in the closet." Sets of clicking high-heal shoes walked up and down the
hallway while his Mistress gave directions. Then the voices were gone. Where
was Mz. Zoe? His bladder felt full and he needed to be let up to use the
bathroom.
Then she was sitting on the bed, her cool voice murmuring into his cheek. "You
were one tired little baby! How's my sleepy baby this morning?" The covers
were pulled down revealing his plugged bottom still exposed by the pajama
bottoms left down around his knees last night. His hard penis was still pressed
against the satin sheets. "Just as I left you, hard as a rock. You're far too
excitable. Look how big your clitty is, Nicole. It's not very ladylike." The
blindfold was swept off gently. Nicole squinted in the bright morning light, to
see Mz. Zoe sitting in bed beside him, dressed in a simple but form-fitting
black sleeveless dress. She pulled a necklace out from between her breasts.
Several keys were on it, and she turned and used one of them to unlock Nicole's
ankles. Nicole admired his Mistress' curvaceous but small-waisted figure from
behind as she bent forward to unlock him. Turning the opposite way she unlocked
his wrists while her breasts brushed his face through the cloth of her dress.
He felt her large, hard nipples pressing against his skin.
His wrists were only unlocked for a moment before she had them locked together
again behind his back. "Do you need to pee honey?" she asked in a low, kind
voice. He nodded. "Ok, up we go!" She helped him up out of bed and walked him
down to the bathroom, his PJ's still around his knees, his cock still hard, and
the ball-shaped end of the buttplug still wagging between his cheeks as he
waddled behind.
In the bathroom, Mz. Zoe pushed him down on the toilet, reminding him that
"Ladies don't pee standing up!" and she stood there rubbing his shoulders and
told him to "start pissing honey." His dick was hard and though his bladder
hurt nothing could get through. He could feel the large, round ball end of the
buttplug inside his ass pressing against his cock inside his body. It made him
feel like shitting, but the pressure was also very sensual and arousing. He
tried to relax and get his mind off it, but he had enough trouble loosing his
hard-on to piss without that thing in his butt.
"Honey!" Zoe said, "I can't wait here all day. You must either get this over
with now, or wait till I come home at lunch." Nicole pushed again, but was
still to hard to let any pee out. "Nicole, now, I want you to be honest with
me, are you having trouble pissing because you enjoy the buttplug filling your
rectum?" Nicole just nodded silently.
"We can't have this. You'll have another accident before lunch if you don't go
now! Stand up." She was pulling a plastic ruler out of the drawer. Mz. Zoe
held her hand around his throat firmly to keep him from bending over to protect
himself, and took the ruler to his sensitive pink cock-head. She whacked his
cock as if she was swatting a fly or other noxious pest. Tears sprang to
Nicole's eyes immediately. His penis stung and shriveled. Even after it was
small, Mistress kept slapping it until she had given twenty even strokes.
He was prepared to sit down and begin pissing, but she stopped him. Fishing in
the drawer again, she pulled out a little leather pouch attached to some black
straps. It was about 2 inches deep and not very wide. It was a very tight fit
but Zoe took his cock in her hands and pressed him firmly, stuffing him inside.
At the tip was a little round opening and she made sure his urethra was aligned
with it. A thin leather strap extended from the tip of the pouch, near the
opening. The other straps wrapped around his hips and had metal clasps that
clicked into place in the back of the harness. Zoe pushed him back down on the
toilet, holding the pouch with the strap wrapped in her hand, so it didn't fall
in the bowl. "I will have to hold you when you pee now, so that you wont let
your strap fall in the potty." She informed him. "Now, start peeing honey."
After a few moments of hesitation, he could finally relieve his sore bladder.
She pulled and milked the pouch with her hand while he did it, and his cock
strained to become hard, but could not in the very tight container it was given.
"You defecated last night, so you won't need to go again until later. You will,
for sanitary reasons, need your plug changed for the day."
Nicole was ordered to bend over and rest his chest on the counter next to the
sink. His hands were still locked behind his back, so his skin rested directly
on the tile, cold against his nipples. "Now honey, push the ball out of your
bottom!" Zoe said cheerfully.
He pushed, but it was much bigger than the cherries that had been in last night.
The ball on the inside of the plug was just as large as the ball on the outside,
about two and a half inches in diameter. "Nicole! Don't be a baby. I don't
want to have to do everything for you. It is very important in your training
that you be able to manipulate all the muscles of your anus. Therefore, when I
tell you to hold your bottom closed, I expect you to be able to do that, and
when I tell you open your anus, I expect you to do that also. When I tell you
to work an object into your hole, you must learn to do that, and when I tell you
to expel an object, you must be able to do that too. Now, push very hard and
expel the ball from inside your rectum."
Nicole's penis hurt inside its tiny cage. He was very aroused, but his penis
was confined to two inches in length. He pushed and pushed for a good five
minutes while Mistress Zoe coached him, until finally the rubber object fell to
the floor. She snapped on a latex glove and inserted a lubricated finger
inside. "Just as I thought," Mz. Zoe concluded, "Your bottom is still clean
from last night." She pushed a glob of Vaseline into Nicole with her finger,
and fished out a slightly longer and thicker plug from the drawer. It was
shaped like a penis, with a realistic flesh color and veins. It was about 4
inches long and an inch and a half thick. Nicole had never had anything so big
in his bottom before, but that didn't stop his Mistress from pushing it all the
way, gently and smoothly, but without hesitation. It had a ring on the end of
it, and Mz. Zoe promptly pulled the leather strap attached to the tip of
Nicole's cock-pouch through the ring, tugging his tiny penis neatly between his
legs and securing the plug snugly against his anus as the strap clicked into
place in the lock that rested at the base of his spine. The key-necklace
jingled again as Zoe locked the harness closed.
Standing up, Nicole saw himself in the bathroom mirror. Mistress Zoe stood
behind him. "See, you look more lady-like already!" She said encouragingly.
His penis was invisible in the tight constraints, tucked away. His balls were
pulled back as well. But fell slightly over the sides of the strap that went
between them. It all felt very tight down there, his balls pressed, his cock
constricted, his ass stretched to its limit and stuffed fuller than ever before.
Zoe unlocked his wrists and allowed him to dress himself in his room. The
closet was full of new clothes. "The only rules for your dress day to day," she
had said, "are that you must wear clothes from this closet, and you must always
have the proper underwear on. You are to wear stockings, which attach to straps
on your corset, which you must also wear daily. You must also become accustomed
to high heal shoes and sandals. Get yourself dressed and ring the bell when you
are ready to have your corset tightened for the day. Then you may put on your
dress. I am going to eat breakfast."
Alone, Nicole opened the closet. He had never worn female clothing before.
"This isn't my thing" he thought. I should leave at the end of this month-long
commitment. I'm not one of those sissy-crossdressers." So far everything she
had done had embarrassed or had been uncomfortable, but nothing was unbearably
painful and he did enjoy the eroticism of her approach. He confirmed mentally
that he would continue going with her plan to see what it felt like, because he
could always stop if he really didn't like it.
Nicole found a white cotton corset in the underwear drawer. It looked rather
like a straitjacket, only with some stretch lace across the bust. He put an arm
through each strap and hooked up the front of the bodice. It was still loose,
with laces flopping untied at the back. He slid one white stocking over each
shaven leg, and fumbled with the snaps that attached the garters to them. Then
he sorted through the drawer and realized he was supposed to put on panties
first. He had to unsnap all the fasteners to put them on. They were white
satin, and his constrained male parts fit smoothly inside the ladies panties,
forming a female appearing mound. He tried to hurry up as he fastened some
pink, high heal sandals onto his feet. Looking in the closet, all the shoes
left for him had heals of at least four inches.
Briefly flipping through the dresses, he pulled a pink one out that matched the
shoes. It had short sleeves and a white daisy print. It had a low back and a
halter top, and was short and clingy, the type of thing you might see a teenager
wearing to the beach. He didn't like the outfit, but he hoped that Mistress Zoe
would approve of what he chose. Laying it out on the bed to wear after the
corset was tightened, he rang the bell to let her know he was finished, but she
didn't appear for a few minutes. He sat down on the bed and was instantly
reminded just how long the object in his ass was. When he was standing his
movements tugged at his private parts and wiggled the buttplug, but when he was
sitting there seemed to be no relief from the pressure inside his panties. When
he sat forward, it stretched the pouch downward and tugged uncomfortably, but
when he sat up straight the plug was pushed deeper into his hole. His balls
were crushed in just about any of the positions he took. He felt like they
might be slipping out the side of the panties, and looked under his dress to
check. There, under his skirt, appeared a surprisingly feminine sight. His
silky, shaven, pale, thighs were very becoming with the satin panties nestled
between them. The balls, pressed between his legs by the strap, formed two
tight ridges between his legs that looked like full pussy lips stretching
against the satin. The penis formed a firm pubic mound and the satin was cut
full enough to contain his voluptuous pussy while slipping into a near-thong
between his buttcheeks.
Mz. Zoe cleared her throat in the doorway. "Honey, are you playing with your
pussy?" That's for naughty girls. You are not to touch your private parts
except when directed to, in this house. Is that understood young lady?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I want to make sure you understand. Please repeat after me. I will not play
with my pussy without permission."
"Mistress, I will not play with my pussy without permission," Nicole repeated.
"Good, later we will work on your voice, but for now we must work on your
figure."
Mistress Zoe brought out the handcuffs again and made Nicole stand and hold his
locked-up wrists high in the air as she tugged the laces of the corset tight
behind him. He watched in the mirror on the vanity table as his waist became
tighter and tighter, forming a classic hourglass shape.
After she had fastened the laces securely, Nicole was allowed to lower his hands
in front of him. "There is one set of rules we have not discussed yet, baby"
Zoe continued. In this house all ladies, including myself, must live by special
rules that keep us as beautiful and feminine as possible. The clit must remain
small and dainty unless under my direct orders. Mine is naturally small and
pink, so I don't need a device such as yours. The pussy hole is to be wet and
stuffed full and the nipples are to be pert and erect at all times. These
simple rules make a girl so much more attractive and pleasing, I'm sure you'll
agree. To help you comply with rule number three, I'm going to attach nipple
cups to your breasts. Over time the vacuum suction inside the cups will enlarge
your nipples and make them much more fitting for a lady like yourself."
Zoe directed Nicole to sit down at the vanity. "Sit up straight, display your
breasts like so..." she directed, pulling his shoulders back, "and cross your
legs. We have to get you in the habit so you don't go flashing your panties to
the whole world!"
Nicole felt like he had a rod in his ass, and his balls were pinched painfully
with his legs crossed. He tried to sit still, wincing and perching stiffly on
the seat. Zoe opened a box on the vanity which contained a little gun-shaped
object, with a small trigger and several little plastic cups the size of
thimbles. She attached a small cup to the tip of the device, explaining that it
was a pump that would provide suction to Nicole's nipples. Pushing the stretch
lace panel below one breast at a time, Zoe attached the cups. Pulling the
trigger on the pump three times, she soon had Nicole's tiny nipples sucked fully
into the little chambers. It was painful, but not terribly so. The lace was
pulled over the cups, and Nicole was helped into her dress.
"Untill your hair grows out, you're going to need a wig." Zoe opened a cabinet
door up high in the closet and took out a strawberry blonde wig. It had bangs
in the front and two long braids in the back. Except for flat chest and make
up, Nicole was almost completely feminized once Mz. Zoe had slipped the wig on
his head. Nicole was made to stand up to see his full reflection in the mirror.
He felt so attracted to the girl in the mirror that his tiny penis throbbed
helplessly in his panties. Two pointy nipples poked against the dress, as if it
was a very cold day, and the dress clung to tight, exaggerated curves. She made
him raise his arms as she tugged the dress up slowly revealing creamy thighs and
then the defined pussy lips stretching against the panties. He could see the
bulge of the penis straining to get hard. Zoe caressed it through the layers,
saying "Oooh! Honey! Your little clitty is hard!" she let him pull his hands
down to feel it, and indeed, it was firm, if only two inches long.
"My clitty is small and hard too! Do you want to see my little clit, Nicole?"
"Yes, please, Mistress!" Nicole could not believe his luck. He had never been
allowed to see a Domme's naked body before.
"Well, since we're both girls I think that would be alright, don't you?" she
breathed, close to his ear.
Mistress Zoe raised her dress. She wore black silk panties, which she wiggled
out of. Her pussy was unshaven and she pulled the dark silky hair aside to
reveal a sweet, pink clit that poked out from under its hood in a tiny erection.
"Don't you want a closer look? Get down on your knees so you can see it," she
giggled.
Nicole eagerly did as he was told. His penis was tingling, it was pinched so
tightly. Zoe spread her pussy lips apart to show him the red opening of her
vagina. "I want you to help me get ready for the day, Nicole. I need to follow
the rules too and we have to help each other, right hon?"
"Yes Mistress Zoe."
Nicole was then asked to put her finger inside Mz. Zoe's vagina to see if it was
wet enough. Awkwardly raising both cuffed wrists to get a finger inside the
deliciously silky and warm little hole, Nicole tried to follow the instructions
she was given to probe the whole vagina to see if it was wet. "Pull your finger
out. Is it sticky? Or juicy?" Nicole thought it looked sticky. Moist, but not
really wet. "Put it in your mouth and taste it. You must learn to identify when
a woman is turned on by the taste of her pussy." It tasted a bit bitter and
kind of tangy.
"Nicole, when I made your pussy wet, it was easy, I just used a little Vaseline!
Now I want you to pleasure my clitoris with your mouth and help my pussy get wet
too, ready sweetie?"
Nicole was happy to help. Soon Mistress Zoe's pussy was visibly wet and
slippery. "Nicole, now I want you to put your tongue in my vagina to taste the
difference. Can you taste it?" He could. He had never quite noticed that
detail before. She was salty and sweet at the same time, there was no hint of
bitterness.
"I already fulfill the third rule," Zoe continued, a breathless and girlish look
in her eye, "see, my nipples are always hard because of my jewelry!" She pulled
the dress all the way off and pulled each black lacy bra cup down over her
breasts to show Nicole her nipples. The were quite enlarged and red, and held
erect by a pin that went through each of them and rested in a small metal device
which encircled the red halos around the nipple, but lifted the nipples away
from the breast. "I keep mine stretched like this all the time! Men love hard,
visible, nipples. You'll see!" She gushed, leaving her breasts pulled out of
her bra.
"It's the second rule I need help with, Nicole. Will you go get the big
vibrator in the drawer by your bed? I need my pussy filled!" She practically
squealed. Nicole was surprised. Mistress Zoe was acting like some kind of
school-girl. He wanted very badly to see her pussy filled, but he wanted to do
it with his cock, which was in agony at this point. He tried not to agitate it
with his thighs as he went over to get the vibrator.
"The black one!" she called to him. He didn't need to be told. It was obvious
which one she meant. It was ten inches long and three inches thick. He
hesitated, staring into the drawer.
"Nicole." Zoe snapped suddenly, her serious tone surprising him, "Come here NOW
and fill my pussy. Never, never keep a girl waiting! Only men do that!" He
turned and knelt again while she flopped back on the bed. "Now, fill my pussy!"
she said urgently.
She reached down and pulled the lips apart and spread her legs. Pushing the tip
of the toy cock against her hole, he felt tears come to his eyes. He wanted to
make love to her so badly. She moaned as he pushed the head inside. The
opening stretched and formed little ripples around its edges as the huge tip
entered her. "Ooooh! It's so big! I love a big cock!"
He tried not to sniff as the silent tears made his nose stuff up, but she heard
him anyway.
"Nicole, what is the matter? I helped you fill your pussy, don't you want to
help me fill mine?" Zoe crooned.
"Yes Mistress."
"Then what is the matter?"
"Nothing Mistress, I'm sorry."
"Nicole, you must answer my questions. Why are you crying, princess?"
"I just wish I could make love to you, Mistress, I'm sorry."
"But honey, I need a big cock! Not a little tiny clitty like yours! How can you
make love to me with that little thing? Don't be ridiculous." Zoe was leaning
back and adjusting her nipple stretchers to make her long nipples even longer
while she scolded Nicole. "That's not how ladies please each other! Now, do
you want to help me or do you want to sit in the corner and watch me help
myself?"
"I'm sorry. I'll help you Mistress." Nicole returned to Zoe's lovely pussy,
and obediently fucked her while she squirmed and worked herself on the big cock.
"Turn on the vibe!" She said, "Stuff my pussy full, Nicole! I just love a big
cock in my pussy don't you? Ooooh! Fill my pussy!"
Tears ran down his face as she came for nearly a whole minute straight. He had
never felt a woman cum on his cock like that. He pulled up his dress to look
down at his tiny, nearly-numb, penis as he crouched before her while she
screamed in pleasure.
It wasn't over. He was made to fill her pussy with little balls on a string so
he could "help her keep her pussy full all day," as she put it. She made him
use his tongue to push all ten balls into her pussy and while she moaned and
giggled the whole time. Then his handcuffed wrists were attached to a locked
collar at his neck so that he couldn't try to free himself from the corset or
chastity device. As she left for work she sat him down at the breakfast table
where a diet milkshake awaited him. Elaborate housecleaning instructions awaited
him on a paper next to his glass.
"Before I get home for lunch, I expect you to have the kitchen and bathroom
cleaned. The supplies are stored under the sink. When I return for lunch at
one I will help you urinate. Until then you must refrain from using the toilet.
This afternoon you are to dust the house. There is a pink feather duster in the
coat closet in the living room. I don't care if your hands are attached to your
neck. This house is to be SPOTLESS!" Zoe said loudly, transforming from
giggling-girlfriend to drill sergeant in a matter of minutes. Nicole sniffed
and sipped his milkshake as his Mistress' heals clicked away from him down the
hall outside. He shifted in his seat, trying not to sit on the buttplug too
hard. He wiggled to scootch the dress up higher to see the panties again. His
cock was soft now and looked tiny and flattened. He could still leave at the
end of the month, he reminded himself. For now he had better hurry to get
everything done before she returned.
