It had now been about 3 months since I started hormone therapy and I was starting to notice subtle changes, my hair seemed finer, my muscle tone had faded despite continuing to work out and best of all I could see the first signs of something happening with my breasts. While they were barely any larger, my nipples and areole were much bigger and a lot more sensitive. With a padded ‘A’ cup push up bra, I could get a little bit of cleavage giving me a flat chested model look. I no longer needed to shave daily as the combination of facial hair laser removal and hormones had worked a treat and left my complexion a lot smoother. While still not long, my natural hair was continuing to grew out and could now take a feminine style and extensions, meaning I could at last dispense with wigs. I was 5’8”, size 8 and with my now improved nose and neck I felt and looked extremely girly.
The final entry date for the club’s ‘Slave’ night was now rapidly approaching and both myself and Carol were still incredibly excited and hopeful we would be selected. Carol’s husband, Trevor, worked in Television, providing studio equipment and services for some of the major TV shows being filmed in Manchester. As a result, Carol had managed to get us the use of a studio and a professional photographer for a couple of hours to prepare our ‘Slave Girl’ portfolio photos. We both turned up at the studio with lots of outfits and made the most of our time with the photographer. Fortunately the photographer had seen it all, as in many of our poses we were intimately together, kissing, sucking on nipples, pegging, spanking and of course using dildos on each other. Needless to say that after the photo shoot we were extremely horny and ended up sucking each other off before we could get changed and return home.
That evening we asked George and Trevor to choose their favourite poses and outfits so we could finalise our ‘Slave Girl’ entry and get it uploaded. We had already written our ‘why select us’ text and agreed a mutual set of boundaries. With Carol on a video call I completed our entry from my home office and, after saying goodbye to Carol, I headed into the lounge to find George. He was still looking at the download of our full photo shoot on his laptop. As I approached him he reminded me that I needed to be a good girl to get his vote, or better still a very naughty girl! I took the hint and quickly headed upstairs to change into one of the outfits that he’d said was a particular favourite. It was a very short and tight red leather mini dress with a flared pleated skirt that finished just above the tops of black seamed stockings. This was finished off with 6 inch red ankle strap heels. I wore my smallest metal chastity cage, a metal vibrating and electro shock butt plug and no panties. After applying some pale makeup and contrasting bright red lipstick and nail polish I headed downstairs to secure George’s vote.
He was now just in his shirt and boxers on the sofa so I snuggled on to his lap while kissing him deeply on the neck and mouth. I could feel his erection pushing through his boxers against my bare bottom cheeks so after placing the control for my butt plug in his hand I carefully slipped onto the floor to kneel between his legs. Releasing his now firm cock from his boxers I started to tease the head with my lips and tongue, leaving red lipstick stains all over it. My girly cock had already swollen to fill the constraints of the small cage and was now leaking with my own arousal. I started taking George in and out of my mouth while rubbing my tongue against the bottom of his bulbous head each time it passed over. He had obviously remembered my plug and I felt the vibrations slowly building and sending waves of pleasure deep inside me.
Keeping eye contact I slowly started taking George all the way into my throat, holding for a few seconds before bringing him back out, so just his swollen head was between my red lips. It wasn’t long before I felt him starting to spasm and then fill my mouth with strong pulsing jets of cum. At the same time he must have hit the shock function on my plug as I felt a sudden wave of involuntary anal contractions surge through me causing me to orgasm. I kept sucking hard on George’s cock to prolong his orgasm for as long as I could, hopefully demonstrating what a naughty girl I was. Of course, one of the wonderful things about George was that cumming once and even twice was never enough so I knew my aching to have him inside me would soon be fulfilled.
He pulled me up to kiss him before leading me up the stairs to the bedroom, with me in front so he had a good view up my tiny skirt. He took charge, bent me over the bed end, spread my legs and proceeded to spank me. First with his hand and them with a wide leather crop. The waves of pain and pleasure along with the anticipation of him entering me were now driving me to almost continuous micro orgasms and I could feel my own fluids running from the cage into my stocking tops. When my cheeks felt like they were glowing bright red and swollen I felt the plug being removed and George pushing the tip of his hard cock against my willing hole. My body felt like it was trying to suck him in. Fortunately he was soon thrusting deeply inside me, his hands on my hips to ensure he pulled my sore cheeks hard against him each time. With his cock pushing against my prostrate my orgasms just became more and more intense before he started filling me with another huge volume of cum. He was still pumping as he withdrew, leaving plenty to flow from my hole, down my thighs and onto my already soaking stocking tops. We moved onto the bed for lots of kissing and cuddling before I slipped down the bed between his legs to use my mouth and drain George for a final time.
A week later, on Friday evening, it was voting night. There were 3 groups of female slave entries, myself and Carol, a group of 3 biological women and a couple of fem-boy men. As we were logged into the website we could see the voting in real-time with the percentage of votes cast displaying under the pictures of each entry. George popped the champagne as it was soon apparent that Carol and I had an insurmountable lead. That was it, we’d won, and now the worry set in. I couldn’t decide whether I was excited or scared. What had we let ourselves in for? I guess we’d find out in 2 weeks.
The following Tuesday myself and Carol both received letters confirming our successful entry along with a simple contract to confirm our acceptance and commitment. Basically, this stated our agreed boundaries would be respected and once signed would only allow for injury or sickness as a reason for us not to take part or we would otherwise face a significant financial penalty. The club would arrange for a car to collect us. The only other stipulation was that before attending the club on the evening in question we should each be wearing a small metal chastity cage and be prepared to hand the keys over on entry.
The two weeks passed in blur and before I knew it Friday night was here and I was stepping into the back of a beautiful old fashioned, chauffeur driven, Rolls Royce with George by my side. The chauffeur said we should help our selves to drinks from the small cabinet. There was a bottle of vintage champagne on ice so we both had a glass. I was wearing the cage as requested along with a simple white satin halter neck evening dress that had silver brocade trim around the neckline, a strapless padded bra, matching panties, nude lace top hold ups and open toed strappy heels. After discussions with Carol we had both agreed on matching pale make up with red lipstick and nail polish. We also decided it would be best to put our hair into a single plait to keep it out of the way, still not knowing what was in store for us. It wasn’t until we got to the club that I realised I’d been tightly squeezing Georges hand for the whole journey. I was still both fearful and excited about what may happen.
The club lounge was packed, busier than I’d seen it before, and it took a few moments to pick out Carol and Trevor. Joining them I gratefully took the glass of champagne offered by Trevor. Squeezing Carol’s hand my nerves were starting to settle a little and I decided I’d better not drink any more. About 30 minutes later, around 8:30pm the music volume dropped and over the PA a club host welcomed everyone to the club for tonight’s event and asked the ‘Slaves’ to make their way over to the ‘Masters’ who were waiting for them at the entrance to the corridors leading off from the lounge to the playrooms. At one entrance there were two large, well built, men wearing leather chest harnesses, leather cod pieces, wide leather arm cuffs and full leather face masks. They also appeared to be carrying multi tailed leather flails. It was a Romanesque look. At the other entrance were what seemed like five female dominatrices.
Holding hands myself and Carol headed towards the two men and noticed five men heading towards the dominatrices. When we reached the ‘Masters’ they immediately instructed us to turn around and then they placed leather collars around our necks and ball gags in our mouths. They clipped leads onto the collars and led us away to what was a private changing area, not accessible on normal club nights. Once inside they unattached the leads from our collars and simply said, “Strip”. We hesitated a little too long as they both said, “STRIP” again, but a lot louder this time. When we were both standing there naked, in just our cages and ball gags, we were handed our outfits. A black leather bra but with no cups so our breasts were exposed, a very short black pleated leather skirt, black seamed lace top hold-up stockings and 6 inch black heels with very wide ankle straps.
When we were dressed the masters put leather cuffs around our wrists, which like the ankle straps on the heels had metal rings attached. Soon enough, our hands where pulled behind our backs and secured using the cuffs. Next we were instructed to bend over and I could feel my hole being well lubricated with a gloved finger before a large metal butt plug was inserted, a little larger than I was used too. I could see from the look of carols eyes it was the same for her. We were then straightened up and clamps attached to our nipples. With mine being ultra sensitive this immediately started sending waves of pain and pleasure through me. The masters then hung small weights to the clamps increasing the sensations. We were clearly ready, as the leads we reattached to our collars and we were led out.
We were led back to the entrance of the lounge, which was still packed with guests. Soon the music volume lowered and the host requested that everyone show their appreciation for tonight’s slave girls. With this as the prompt our masters led us by our leads in a circuit of the lounge. My fear was now all excitement, being dressed how I was, with the weights tugging at my nipples with every step and plenty of hands pinching or slapping my bottom as we passed I could feel my girly cock was painfully swollen within the cage and would be leaking very soon. There was clapping and cheering as we were led around. Soon we were exiting the lounge and heading down one the hallways past the playrooms. I could hear more clapping coming from the lounge so I guessed the slave men were now being paraded.
We passed the playrooms and entered a large room at the end of a hallway, normally closed off. The lighting was very dim other than spot lights on 2 sets of stocks angled slightly towards each other on a large round platform in the middle of the room. As expected, we were efficiently secured into the stocks with our bottoms up and our legs spread before being secured to the floor with the metal rings on our ankle straps. I could feel my cage being removed and my girly cock being clamped into some device however I couldn’t tell what and the angle wasn’t quite right to see what it was on Carol. Low wide wooden steps were then positioned in front and behind us. The steps each had a wide recessed metal bowl set in the middle. While I was wondering about this the sound system in the room started playing a low frequency throbbing chant that I could feel as much as hear.
I could see the men being guided into the room to form a large circle around us in the shadows. They were naked other than leather eye masks. There must have been at least 50 of them and as I started thinking that most will cum twice, some more, a little bit of fear started to crept back in. I didn’t have time to think about that for long as I felt a flail strike my bottom, and then again, it felt gentle at first but the leather thongs not only whipped but also pinched as they came together. Each flailing also caused my body to involuntarily flinch, causing the clamps and weights on my nipples to tug and swing. Soon I was at the point where I felt the pain was about to overtake the pleasure when the flailing suddenly stopped. The slave masters removed our gags and plugs then signalled 4 men to approach us, one for each of our mouths and bum holes. I could feel the device on my girly cock was now pulsing and sucking on me in time with the continuing low chant coming over the speakers.
As the first men pushed their cocks inside my bum and mouth, their thrusting made my nipple weights swing and their hips slapped against my swollen bottom cheeks causing waves of pain and pleasure to envelope me. I was not giving blowjobs, I was being face fucked while also being ass fucked. The pain, the chanting, being restrained, being fucked by two men and the rhythmic pulsing and sucking on my girly cock soon had me orgasming. All fear had gone, I was just riding waves of pleasure. As each man released his load inside me he returned to the circle and was replaced by another. I was losing track of how many times I orgasmed and how many men had used each hole. I could feel and hear the cum streaming from my bum and mouth and splashing into the metal bowls. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the same was happening to Carol too. By the time all the men were spent I was trembling with pleasure and a high of orgasms. My girly cock had been milked beyond dry by the device.
The men had now all returned to the circle in the shadows as the slave masters released us from the stocks. My legs were like jelly so I had to be helped by the master to move forward and kneel in front of the my stocks. Carol was the same. We were told to keep our knees apart and backs straight up so our collars could be fastened up to the stocks cross bar by a short chain. Our wrists were once again cuffed behind our backs. The ring of men now started rotating as the walked slowly in a circle around us, joining in with the rhythmic deep chant of the sound system. I saw the two bowls that had been in the steps under me brought forward and delivered to my slave master. He carefully emptied the cum they had collected into a large ornate wine carafe before using this to pour out a large claret glass of the liquid. He held the glass up above his head and the men in the circle started a chant of “Drink, drink, drink …”. I had the glass pressed to my lips and slowly tipped up. I tried to swallow as much as I could although a lot went down my body, which I think was expected. The same was happening to Carol. This carried on until our carafes were emptied. The lights then suddenly dimmed and we could hear the men being led away.
Leads were reattached to our collars and we were led back to the original changing room. Here our clothes were neatly hung up and laid out along with big fluffy towels and expensive toiletries for the showers. The masters removed our collars and uncuffed our hands from behind our backs. They bowed, said, “Thank you ladies” and left the room. Carol and I just hugged letting our cum soaked bodies touch. We quickly realised we needed to remove the nipple clamps as embracing with those proved extremely painful. We both agreed it had been an amazing experience and couldn’t wait for the next event. We were completely spent and still had cum streaming from our backsides so stripped off the slave girl outfits and headed to the shower while chatting about the experience.
It must have been a good hour and a half later when we re joined George and Trevor in the lounge looking perfectly made up in our evening dresses once more. Although to be fair, we were both wearing the panty liners that were supplied with the toiletries as the cum just kept seeping out of us. George and Trevor were keen to know how we were and if we’d enjoyed the evening. I think they were both genuinely a little worried about us but quickly admitted that it had been incredibly horny and they’d used us 3 times each. Soon we were swamped by other guests thanking us and asking if we’d put our names forward again. We were of course flattered and stayed at the club chatting and drinking until the early hours. Myself and Carol filled ourselves up on the hors d’oeuvres that were being served as neither of us had eaten properly for the last two days due to nerves.
Towards the end of the evening a very handsome French gentleman and his beautiful wife, I guess in their late 40s, introduced themselves to us. He was apparently the owner of the club and several like it across Europe. He was called Nicolas and his wife was Stephanie. They said they just had to come over to personally thank us for this evening as the feedback from their guests had been exceptional. I was a little embarrassed and was sure he made a point of thanking all participants in events like this. After some small talk we found out a little more about his other clubs and then discovered that the clubs were just a hobby. His main business was in high technology manufacturing equipment for the silicon chip industry.
Nicolas said he needed to catch up with some other guests before they left. While saying their goodbyes they let us know that the chauffeurs would take us home whenever we were ready, no need to rush. When they left, George was clearly excited and said he’d just clocked who Nicolas was. Apparently he was one of wealthiest men in Europe, if not the wealthiest and would maybe make top 10 in the world. George said that pretty much every silicon chip in every device from your washing machine to your phone to the space shuttle depended on his companies manufacturing technology. To be honest I think George was a little disappointed with when I said I was more impressed with his club business.
I fell asleep cuddled up to next to George in the back of the Rolls Royce on the way home. He gently woke me and helped my out. It was nearly 3am so we went straight to bed. A quick teeth clean and change into a short silk nighty before I slid into bed. I felt so secure and happy as I snuggled into his big spoon with his arms around me before falling into a deep deep sleep.
It was midday ish the following Tuesday. I was working in my home office at Georges house, when I noticed through the window that the Rolls Royce from the club had unexpectedly pulled up outside. The chauffeur got out and hand delivered a parcel through the letter box. I rushed round to open the door but was just a little too late and I saw the Rolls Royce pull away down the road. The parcel was neatly wrapped in brown paper and addressed to both myself and George. It was roughly 12” by 8” by 2”, the maximum our letterbox could take. I was just wondering if I should open it or wait until George came home later, when my mobile rang. It was Carol, she had just had a similar parcel delivered. We decided to hold off opening them until our men got home.
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