It has been quite a while since I have posted a story. Let me update you. My name is Julie, I am an older (60’s) sissy cross dresser that has been living as a woman for years now. I work in a library with a mostly female staff. No one other than my boss, Marsha, knows I am not a “real” woman. I am told that even though I am getting older, I am still a beautiful woman. I have 36D tits that are starting to sag now.
About a year ago, I got married to one of the women (biological female) that ran the brothel that I worked in as a sissy. My sister Becca worked in the brothel as well. My wife/Mistress’ name is Nancy, though I call her “Mistress.” My sister (a biological woman) married the other biological woman that ran the brothel. Her name is Anne, though people simply call her Madame.
After we got married, Becca and I lost our Mum when she passed away suddenly. In the course of the year, all four of us have had some physical issues of some sort, but we are finally all healthy again. We have gotten back into our kinky BDSM lifestyle. Both Becca and I decided to start writing again. Becca is writing the final installment of our “Becca and Julie get Married” Series.
Finally, I would suggest that you read Chapter 3 of the “Becca and Julie Get Married” series (under my name) in that it sets the background for the continuation of the story. I hope you enjoy the story and rate it at the end (I love getting 5’s). Please comment as well, I am still trying to improve my writing skills and your comments help me to please you. Thank you. Now please enjoy the story!
Becca and I were making dinner and our wives were watching a show when the phone rung. As I said earlier, I am a sissy, but all the others in our 4 way marriage are biological women. I went to answer the phone, as I moved my tits swayed and hung over my flat belly. Both Becca and I are slaves which means we are kept naked at home, all we are allowed to wear is our stockings, garters and heels. As I bent to reach the phone the end of my butt plug peeked out of my arse. It has a lovely purple jewel at the end which is exposed anytime I bend over. I wear it 24/7. Becca has one too, but her jewel is green. The only time we take it out is when we need to use the bathroom or when we are getting fucked. When it comes out it immediately goes into our mouth.
When I answered the phone, I found out it was Marsha (my boss at the library) at the other end. “Hi Julie, I hate to intrude on your week end like this, but I need a favor please.”
“Of course, Ms Marsha, anything you want.”
“Julie, do you remember the first time I found out that you were a sissy? You were just about naked, your ankles and wrists were loosely bound and you reeked of cum, sweat, piss and even shit.” I giggled and blushed as I remember and said “I remember it fondly Ma’am, that is the first time we ever fooled around. As I recall it was a nasty session.” I knew Marsha was playing with herself as we both remembered the kinky fun we had.
“You said that when the time was right, that you would teach me all about the lifestyle and you would teach me how to do oral. Do you remember dear?”
“Yes Ma’am, I do. Is this what the call is about?”
Marsha said. “It is. I could really use your help. I know my husband Bob would never cheat on me, but I also know I am not satisfying him any more. I don’t know what to do. Can you teach me some tricks please?”
As I was chatting, Mistress overheard the conversation and asked for the phone. “Hello Marsha, this is Nancy, Julie’s wife and Mistress.” Both Mistress and I heard Marsha’s tone change dramatically as she slipped into a submissive mode when talking to Mistress.
“Yes Mistress, I hope I am not overstepping when I ask.”
Mistress responded “Your fine girl and truthfully, I had expected this call. When Julie told me the story of your first encounter with her, I knew you would call. I am just sorry it took so long. We would be delighted to help.”
Marsha coughed nervously “I knew y’all were having health issues and when the girl’s Mom passed, I did not think it was appropriate to ask. I hope now is not to soon.”
Mistress assumed command of the situation. “Nonsense girl, now it a perfect time. I will expect you and Bob here next week end, but be prepared girl. A lot will happen in a short time. I will expect total obedience of you. Understood?” Marsha responded softly “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress hung up the phone and turned to me. “What do you think is going on Julie?”
I responded “I know Ms Marsha has been sexually frustrated for quite a while. Since our encounter about a year ago, she has told me that she feels very submissive and would love to be a sexual slave to her husband. She is frustrated because she does not know how to make that happen.”
“What limits do you think she will have girl?” I responded “None Mistress, she saw me covered in my own filth and I reeked so bad. But rather than being disgusted, she was excited and played with Ankara escort herself right in front of me. I did oral on her and she went off like a firecracker! When she pissed on me, I realized that she would have loved for me to piss, and possibly even shit, on her. She is a submissive dying to explore that side of her Mistress.”
Mistress nodded “Very good Julie, When you see her at the library just drop hints about how kinky we are going to be and help her to prepare herself emotionally.” “Of course Mistress, as you command.” With that Mistress lifted her dress, I pulled down her knickers and brought her to a nice cum.” After her orgasm, she leaned over spit on my face and viciously slapped my face.
I smiled “Thank you Mistress.”
For the next week at the library Marsha kept asking me questions about what to expect. At different times we went into private areas of the library and I took off my clothes so she could see the vicious stripes all along my ass and tits from both Dommes whipping me. That inflamed her so much so that I had to get her off orally.
Another day, I bent over so she could see the plug in my sissy cunt (arsehole). She thought the jewel was lovely and asked it if she could take it out. I heard her gasp when she saw how long and thick it was. “May I taste it?” she asked. When I nodded she put it into her mouth and savored the nasty taste of my sissy cunt. “Do you think Mistress will plug my arse too Julie?”
I simply smiled and bent over so she could push it make up my arse. Then we collected ourselves and went on about the day as if nothing happened, but I knew her cunt was soaked.
Finally the week end got here and Marsha and her husband came to our house. Mistress had Becca and I dressed in short dresses that barely reached the tops of our garters. We both curtsied respectfully to our guests and then Mistress and Madame came out.
Both the women came over to Bob and kissed him on the lips. Mistress said “My name is Mistress Nancy, but you may call me Nancy. This is my sister in law Madame, but you may call her Lily Ann or just Annie.” Bob smiled nervously “Thank you Nancy.”
Mistress said “You both know that we are into a very kinky BDSM lifestyle?” Bob and Marsha nodded. “You are willing to allow us to teach you all that you need without question?” Again they both nodded nervously.
Mistress then went over to Marsha and smiled “Hello dear.” Marsha seemed to relax and returned the smile. “Hello Nancy.”
What followed shocked them both, Mistress brought her arm back and slapped Marsha so hard that she fell to her knees. One side of her face was bright red.
Bob went to move to help Marsha, but Madame reached out to take his hand “This what you wanted Bob, do not interfere.” Bob nodded and stepped back.
Mistress screamed at Marsha. “How dare you address like that! We are not equals, you are a slave! Now get on your knees and kiss my feet.” Marsha crawled to Mistress and submissively kissed her feet. Mistress pulled her dress to her waist exposing her silky red knickers. Mistress yanked on Marsha’s hair and pushed Marsha’s head between her legs. “Now kiss my cunt girl.” We could see Marsha’s head moving between Mistress’ legs and then Mistress started to grind her cunt on Marsha’s face. In a few minutes Mistress’ body shuddered as she came.
After a bit, she released Marsha and pushed her to the ground. Mistress’ knicker were soaked. It was a sensual mix of Marsha’s saliva and her own cunt juices. “Now go greet Madame.”
We all watched as Marsha got on her hands and knees and crawled to Madame. Becca lifted her wife’s dress exposing Madame’s black silk knickers. As she crawled, Marsha’s skirt hiked up exposing her white cotton knickers. Marsha kissed Madame’s feet and then buried her face between Madame’s chubby thighs. Once Madame was satisfied, she pushed Marsha to the ground and said. “This is how a slave always greets one of her ‘betters’ understand slave?”
Marsha remember the vicious whip marks she saw on Julie’s body and just nodded, too terrified to say anything that might get her whipped. Mistress nodded to Becca and I and we crawled to the Bob’s feet. We both kissed one of his feet and then I knelt in front of him as Becca crawled behind him Mistress called out “Greet him properly girls”
We both reached up and pulled his pants down to his ankles and then pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Once he was fully exposed I took his cock in my mouth while Becca buried her tongue up the crack of his arsehole. After a moment we heard him moan and I knew he was close to cumming. Mistress clapped her hands and we both stopped and crawled to the feet of our wives and remained on our knees.
Mistress said to Marsha “Tend to your Master! Get him dressed properly and remain at his feet on your knees. Once Bob was redressed, Mistress said to all of us. “From this point on, Marsha, Julie and Becca are slaves and will greet and treat Master Bob, Abidinpaşa escort Madam and myself properly. Is that understood slaves? The three of us nodded and waited for our next commands.
Mistress looked at Marsha and said “Take off all your clothes except your panties.” Then she looked at Becca and gave her the same instructions. Becca did so in a flash and stood almost nude in front of Master Bob, a man she had never really met before. Marsha was slower and when she was done, she put her arms across her tits. All Mistress had to was glare st Marsha and she dropped her arms.
Mistress said “Bob you see 2 girls of different ages and body types. Your girl is about 10 years younger than Becca, has a nice figure with a bit of a belly that is actually quite sexy. Becca is in her 60’s, a BBW with 42D tits that sag now. Here is my question and be honest now. Which of the 2 is most responsible for your cock being hard now?”
Both Marsha and Bob seemed shocked at how blunt Mistress’ question was, but the rest of us just smiled. “Bob you have to understand all 4 of us have been whores for well over 40 years, did you really think we would not see when a man’s cock is hard? Don’t be embarrassed, it is a natural reaction and quite honestly we are flattered.”
Once Bob got over his shock he said “I find Becca sexier Nancy.” Mistress asked “Why?”
“She is different. I have been seeing my wife’s body naked for over 20 years. Becca is new to me. But aside from that, it is how Becca is presenting herself. The stockings and garters that she is wearing are very sexy. Also, my wife is wearing white cotton panties, Becca is wearing black silk panties that are very sexy.”
Mistress said “Not only silk, but French cut, that makes it even sexier. When I was a whore, I insisted all my girls wear them, along with the garters and stockings. Even when I had my girls get naked they still kept their stockings, garters and heels on. All our clients loved that.”
“OK girls, lose the panties.” At Mistress’ command, Becca immediately took off her panties and stood proudly naked. Like before, Becca was slow in doing so. Once Marsha was naked, Mistress took the cane from the table and viciously whipped Marsha’s arse. “When I give a command, I expect carried out immediately girl.” Bob look shocked but stood there and watched.
“Bob, we are whores, as whores we have no sense of modesty or shame. We are used to being naked in front of strangers. How do you feel about your wife being naked like this as other men fondle her as well?”
Bob looked at his wife as she rubbed her bare arse. “Honestly, I don’t know. But if this is what she wants, I am willing to try it. But I am confused, why did you use the cane on her arse?”
Mistress smiled “Because that is what she wanted. She may not have said as much, but I know she did. Go over and rub your wife’s cunt and tell me what you notice.”
Bob did as told and was shocked when he saw how wet her cunt was. Mistress smiled again “She has the heart of a submissive Bob, she has been craving this for years. We are just tapping into those secret emotions”
Bob looked at his wife and said “Is this what you want girl?” Marsha lowered her head “Yes Master. I want this and a whole lot more. I want other people, men and women, to use and abuse me, to humiliate me. I crave that to the depths of my being Master. Will you allow it?” Master nodded, “I will try girl.”
She handed the cane to Bob, give your wife 5 strokes. When he did his wife yelped at each stroke, but never begged for him to stop. “Now rub her cunt again.” When he did, his wife had an intense orgasm, so much so that she had to lean on her Master for support. Marsha whispered “Thank you Master.” Mistress said, “Wipe your fingers on her face.” Bob did as told and looked back at his wife’s cum on her face and shook his head.
Mistress added “Now spit on her face Bob and slap her tits.”
Mistress said “Bob you are confused, let he help you. Both Madame and I have been Dommes our entire lives. We are used to doing the whipping, having slaves give us sexual pleasure, humiliating and degrading slaves for our own amusement. We never understood why girls like Marsha craved that, until recently.”
Bob hung on every word as Mistress continued. “On our trip down to Tennessee from New York, we lived in our van for 3 days. Due to the virus we did not want to stop at any motels. When not driving, we slept in the van and usually fucked like bunnies in heat. One night 2 cops broke into our van and made us drive to an abandoned barn. There they spent the next 2 days raping and humiliating all 3 of us. Becca is a slave so she was used to treatment like that, but his was a whole new experience for Madame and I. We later found out they were fake cops.”
“The male cop had his fun with Madame and Becca, but the female cop had her mind set on breaking me, which she did. I knew that if I resisted, she would Akay escort take her anger out on Madame and Becca so for the next few days I willingly submitted to being whipped, beaten, fucked with my own dildo both in my cunt and my arse. A few times she even pissed and shit on me and then made me smear it all over my body. It was humiliating, but what shocked me is that I loved it. I had orgasms so intense that I actually squirted. Right there I understood the mind set of a slave, because I was forced to become a slave.”
Mistress chuckled softly “I can’t explain it Bob, but I understand it now.” Mistress looked at Marsha “Is that how you feel girl.” Marsha nodded. She was so overcome with emotion she was unable to speak. For the first time in her life, someone was able to explain how Marsha actually felt and it made sense.
Madame said “Bob, go over and give your slave a hug and tell her how you feel.” Bob did as he was told and said to Marsha “I am sorry dear, had I known you had these feelings I would have helped you a long time ago. I love you girl” Then Bob looked at all of us. “I am willing to do whatever is required of Marsha and I.”
Mistress chuckled “Be careful what you wish for Bob!” She continued “Now look at Becca’s and Marsha’s cunts again, what else do you notice?” Bob responded. “Marsha has hair on her cunt, but Becca is fully shaved. Why is that Nancy??
Mistress looked at Madame and nodded. With that both of them took off their clothes and stood bare arsed naked in front of Bob. “What do you notice about our cunts Bob?”
“You are shaven too, but you have little strips of hair above the tips of your cunts. Why are you different?”
“In our world Bob, slaves and Dominants identify themselves by their pubic hair. Slaves have no pubic hair where as Dominants have their hair. Madame and I like to keep our cunts trimmed like this. Do you like?”
Bob nodded, almost afraid to speak. “It is okay Bob, none of us are shy here. You can look and touch as much as you want.”
“Bob said honestly “Nancy, I am on sensory overload here. For now I will just admire your beauty, all of you.”
Madame spoke next. “Take off all your clothes Bob, except for your underwear.” At first Bob hesitated but then complied and stood there in his droopy boxers. The bulge in his boxers was obvious. Madame asked “Oh Bob, do you really think those boxers are sexy?” Bob was embarrassed and just looked down. Madame turned to Marsha and said “Your turn to speak girl. How do you feel about his boxers?”
Marsha said softly “I hate them Madame. Master is a good looking man with a nice body, but those bowers look terrible on him.”
Madame said “I agree, but your granny panties looked terrible as well.” Marsha blushed. “Here is what I want you both to do. Tomorrow you will both go shopping. Bob you will buy underwear for your wife. Not just panties, but bras and garters and stockings as well. Marsha you will pick out underwear for Bob. When we see you next, you will both model for us. Understand?”
Marsha and Bob looked at each other and giggled like little kids.
Mistress then said “Okay Bob it is ‘show and tell time’ now. Take off those hideous boxers.” When he did we all saw that he had an impressive looking cock. Mistress looked at Marsha, how do you feel about other women seeing your husband’s cock? Marsha responded “I am proud Mistress. He looks amazing.” Bob looked at his wife and smiled.
Mistress looked at me and said, “OK Julie, your turn.” I turned so that Mistress could unzip my dress and then stepped out of it. I stood there in my low cut red bra and red silky knickers. My hard nipples were pressing into my bra as I looked directly at Master. I unhooked my bra and my tits tumbled out, 36D tits that had started to sag now. Finally I hooked my fingers on to my knickers, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I spread my thighs and placed my hands submissively behind my head. My small clit (cock) was hard and my lady parts (balls) swayed slightly.
I smiled as I heard Master gasp. “She is stunning.” I mean I see the cock and balls, but still she is stunning.”
Mistress suppressed her anger and said softly. “Bob you are new to our world, so you do not realize that you are being rude. My wife is a woman Bob, we have never let what is between her legs define her. Look at her beautiful body, her tits and arse. When you finally get to fuck her you will realize how much of a woman she really is.”
Bob still looked confused, but said quickly “Julie, I apologize for my inadvertent rudeness. I never meant to offend you girl. Please accept my apologies.”
His apology meant a lot and I smiled. “Thank you Master, your words mean a lot to me.”
Madame said “Thank you for being so gracious Julie. Let’s forget it was ever said and move on.”
Everyone gave a sigh of relief that the tension was gone and quickly moved along.
Mistress said “Bob and Julie stand side by side with your backs to us.” We did as told and then Mistress looked to Marsha. “From the back girl, you can’t tell which of them is a man and which is a sissy. Which of them excites you the most girl?”
Marsha answered immediately “Julie’s ass looks much sexier Mistress. I never realized how much hair Master had on his body till now.”