Before leaving my room, I put on some hot pink lipstick and gloss and applied pink pearl polish to my now long fingernails. I felt wonderful. Mistress Dominique looked marvelous in her tight brown leather dress and 5" boots while Mistress Jennifer was wearing a white satin blouse and a knee length, red leather skirt with matching belt and red 5" pumps. We arrived at the mall and went to the specialty shop where Mistress Dominique had taken me before. Going up the escalator, I was too aware that people watching us from below and I knew they were looking up my short skirt since I was behind Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer. I would step up to the next step on the escalator and could feel the butt plug move inside me and I was excited and loved every minute of it. I knew I had something they wanted but could not have, that is, unless my Mistress agreed to let them have me.

We arrived at the shop and I was allowed to look around while Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer talked with the proprietor, about what, I did not know. There were all sorts of lingerie and clothing on display in the front part of the store but the very special items were in a back room away from public view. These were the items I wanted to see. There were specially designed bras from satin to leather and latex along with specialty panties, garter belts shoes and boots with spike heels. They also had many beautiful skirts, blouses and dresses made of satin, leather, rubber, many with breast and or butt cutouts. Many were sequined or were gold or silver lame'. I found many I wanted to try on. There were also several corset designs and colors. These especially excited me, as I adore wearing my corsets. Shortly Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer came out of the proprietor's office with the woman who runs the shop. Mistress Dominique informed me that I was to be fitted for a complete bridal trousseau from lingerie to wedding gown. I was surprised since she did not tell me why. I was taken to a fitting room and told to remove my clothing, everything, except my gaff, which I did. I stood there naked and waited while the three women discussed what was to be done. They first handed me a white satin and lace garter belt and a pair of sheer white stockings and told me to put them on. Next came matching thong panties. I felt better having at least some clothing on even though it was just lingerie. I was bare breasted since they said my dress did not require a bra.

Then the woman, her name was Deirdre, brought out a beautiful pair of white patent, thigh high lace up boots with 5" spike heels and I was laced into them. The boots were very sexy but would be hidden under my gown. Next came a gorgeous full length white wedding gown. It had a lace covered satin bodice and was backless to just below my waist, enough to cover my garter belt. The top of the bodice had underwire cutouts, which fit under each breast, and the top was a very sheer see thru with a hint of thin lace. The sheer top began just under my breasts covering them and it fastened behind my neck with a two-inch satin collar with tiny pearls sewn on. Although it covered my bare breasts, it left nothing to the imagination; it was almost like wearing nothing at all over my breasts. The satin outer skirt covered yards and yards of taffeta and organza making a very full flowing skirt. Then came white nylon and spandex shoulder length gloves followed by a thin lace veil, which covered my face and flowed over my shoulders and down my bare back. My jewelry was nothing more than pretty cascading pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. They had me stand in front of a full-length mirror for a final fitting check. They were very pleased at what they saw and so were I. It was probably the most feminine and sexy gown I had ever seen and I was wearing it.

Mistress Dominique then told me I was to be wed in this gown as she had planned a private wedding for her slave-girl in her home but did not tell me to whom I was to wed. The gown was removed along with my garter belt, boots and stockings. Again, I was naked. I was told to wait as the rest of my trousseau was being brought to the fitting room. Deirdre brought in several pieces of lingerie all of which I had to try on, as all had to be approved by my Mistress. The first piece was a black heavily boned satin 13" corset fitted with six garters. I slipped on my black stockings and a pair of 4" satin bedroom slippers and was then tightly laced into this marvelous new corset pulling my waist to 24" and they attached my stockings to my garters. My panties were a black see thru string bikini with a very sheer back and my bra was a black satin and lace half-cup bra which gave much uplift to my ample breasts. Both bra and panties were breakaway design, which would come off easily if pulled. Nice if someone is in a playful mood or a punishing mood since the garments would not be torn or damaged if ripped off. The last piece of this outfit was an extremely sheer full length black negligee with long sleeves and was fastened only at the neck by a satin ribbon. The feeling of the negligee falling over my breasts was luxurious. My next outfit for the boudoir was a red nylon and lace baby doll with a short lace jacket and thong bikini panty. The final outfit I was to try on was a red satin with black trim bustier with attached garters and little red string bikini panties. I adored this sexy little bustier. Mistress Dominique said she would take them all but there was one more piece of street attire she wanted me to try on. It was a shiny blue vinyl, short sleeve, tight fitting sheath mini-dress that had a front zipper from neck to below the waistline. Accessories were shoulder length satin gloves and black nylon stockings held up by the six garters on my new corset. The dress was cut to about three inches above my knees and it matched my blue boots perfectly. It felt incredible wearing this shiny vinyl attire; I felt terribly sexy and quit horny. I wanted to wear it out of the store but Mistress said I would have to wait. I put my own clothes back on as Mistress Dominique completed her business with Deirdre and we left the shop. All the clothing was to be delivered the next day. As we walked away from the shop, Mistress Jennifer said I would make a lovely bride. She looked at me with a mischievous grin, put her hand on my lower back and patted me on my bare ass after she slipped her hand underneath my short skirt. I don't know if we were seen but I'm sure someone must have seen her but it excited me.

I still had no idea what exactly was going to happen other than I was to be a bride; to whom or what I did not know! We arrived home and I was told to take the parcels into the house, while Mistresses Dominique and Jennifer went into the den telling me to prepare coffee for them after I put away the parcels we brought with us. My two mistresses chatted quietly, I was not privy to what they were saying but they would glance at me occasionally. I began to get a little apprehensive. Mistress Dominique told me to go to my room and remove my pullover, skirt and boots but leave everything else on, which I did at once. I sat at my dressing table and freshened my makeup and waited there with only my corset, stockings and bra with my gaff still inside me. Shortly, they came into my room and told me to stand. Mistress Jennifer placed a chain around my waist and fastened it in back. They then put my wrist and ankle cuffs on me and gave me the 8" platform heels and told me to strap them on. I do love these shoes but they are a little strenuous to walk in at first but I had worn them before and was a little familiar with them. Afterwards, they attached a three-foot chain to my ankle cuffs and attached a longer chain to the middle of it and brought it up behind my back and looped it over my waist chain then between my legs and latched it to the front of my waist chain. She took another small chain and attached it to the middle of the chain binding my wrists then latched it also to the front of my waist chain where she locked them with a small padlock. I could walk but I had to take small steps and I had limited arm movement. They then placed my 3" leather collar around my neck and locked it in place. Mistress Dominique said I needed additional training since I was to become not only a bride but also a subservient slave bride. She then put my little satin maid's apron around my waist and told me to start my housework and if she needed me she would call me. I went about my cleaning and dusting although with difficulty being so severely bound and wearing 8" heel platform shoes; I suppose that is why they forced me wear them. Finishing that, I had to prepare their dinner, which I served to them promptly at 7 PM.

Mistress Dominique and Jennifer had been in the basement most of the afternoon working on something. I had a feeling that I was to find out what after dinner. When they finished their meal they did, in fact, take me to the basement playroom and showed me the new "rocking horse" they had completed. This was no child's rocking horse but built for an adult with one thing different about it. It had a moveable 6" leather pens shaped dildo in the middle of the leather saddle which could be easily moved from front to back to accommodate a man or a woman. It was clear why they wanted me to see it. I was going to be the one to test it and I must admit it looked quite fascinating. They removed my leg and waist chains and my gaff, which had been in me all day. They then smeared the dildo with K-Y jelly and I was told to mount the saddle and stand in the stirrups. I was then told to sit down slowly and as I did I could feel the cool dildo slip between my cheeks. I maneuvered myself around a little until it found my hole and I slowly lowered myself all the way onto the saddle with entire device inside me. They then placed a wide leather belt around my waist to which was attached four leather straps which they attached to rings on the saddle, two in front of me and two in back and pulled them tightly, holding me securely in place on the saddle. It felt exquisite, the smooth leather saddle between my legs and the phallus inside me. Suddenly, Mistress Dominique flipped a switch and the horse started moving in an up-down, back and forth movement, although not violently. I could feel the phallus moving around inside me as my whole body jerked frontward and backwards and from side to side. It was quite a ride and one I won't forget. When they finally let me get off, they had me clean the phallus and re-lubricate it and move it slightly forward, as they wanted to try it also. It was delightfully fun. Both rode the "horse" until they climaxed. I was pleased they let me enjoy the experience with them. My Mistress is not a "cruel" mistress but she is firm and very dominating and she does not beat me and she enjoys watching me endure the sexual punishments she frequently inflicts on me and I do love her. She did permit me to have a drink with her and Mistress Jennifer later that evening and I was allowed to retire to my bedroom afterwards. I slipped into my long pink nightgown and went to bed, I was so tired and I did not know what the next day would bring. I slept little that night.

I was awakened early the next morning and was told that today was to be my wedding day and that I should bathe, shave my legs and the rest would be done for me. When I finished my luxurious bath I entered my bedroom and there were Mistresses Dominique, Jennifer and Deirdre waiting for me. I stood in the center of the room while they powdered me and sprayed my chest, breasts, stomach, public mound, wrists, and behind my knees with the most provocative fragrance one could imagine, it was marvelous! They sat me down at my dressing table and expertly applied my makeup and nail polish and fixed my hair into the cutest little shag cut style. Deirdre then placed a garter belt around my waist and fastened it in back, after which I pulled on my sheer white stockings and attached them to the garter belt. I was then laced into my new, white patent thigh high 5" heel lace-up boots. Boots seemed strange under a wedding dress, but then this was a bizarre wedding, about which I knew nothing. With my legs spread apart, they inserted my gaff to conceal my cock. As they leisurely inserted my gaff I reached up and cradled my precious breasts with each hand, massaged them and watched my nipples grow hard and could not help undulating my hips slightly. Mistress Dominique slapped me hard on the ass and told me to be still which I did, but with a giggle. She got two small gold hoop earrings and inserted them into my pierced nipples. She said they would look very enticing under the see-thru top of my wedding gown. They assisted me into my elegant gown and pulled it up to just underneath my breasts, pulling the sheer top over my breasts and buttoned the collar behind my neck. Pulling the bodice tight, Deirdre buttoned the three small buttons in the back just above my rear end. They placed my dangle pearl earrings on my ears and fitted my bridal veil over my head. I slid on my long white gloves and was handed a small bridal bouquet and was taken downstairs to await the ceremony. I still had not been told whom I was to wed, but I had to do whatever Mistress wanted me to do; I was, after all, her slave. I was put in the den alone to wait for what was to come. Mistress Jennifer came to me when the music started and adjusted my veil over my face. "Rachael, my darling little handmaiden, your are absolutely beautiful, you make a very lovely bride," she said.

She then escorted me from the den, down the hall to just outside the living room. I was anxious and my knees were wobbly. The wedding march began and I entered the living room to have Mistress Dominique, dressed in a black satin tuxedo, take my arm and escort me down the isle between the rows of chairs which had been set up for the ceremony. I held my bridal bouquet in front of me at waist level as we walked slowly down the isle. There must have been 20 or 30 people in attendance, some of whom I had seen before, but many were strangers to me. I could hear comments as to "how beautiful she looks." I smiled and began to feel much better. My breasts were covered not only by the sheer top of my dress but also my veil and not easily seen but they felt magnificent moving under the very sheer nylon. As we approached the altar where a man stood dressed as a minister, I looked slightly to the right and saw a most handsome young man. He was slender, about 22 years old and about six feet tall. He had a dark tan with brownish blond hair and deep blue eyes. Was he to be my master, even for a short time? The minister asked who was giving this woman in matrimony, Mistress Dominique answered, "I do", and stood away from me. Then, to my delight, the young man stepped forward and stood next to me, looked at me and smiled and I smiled blushing as he took my hand. The minister began, "Do you, Jonathan, take this lowly she-male, Rachael, to do with as you please, to debase and humiliate her, to command and dominate, to enslave her with whatever devices you require to preserve her strict obedience and subservience to you, her lord and master?" Jonathan replied, "I do." The minister continued, "Do you, Rachael, she male slave and maidservant, vow to subjugate yourself, your entire body and being to your slave-master, Jonathan, to perform, without question, all that is demanded of you as an insignificant slave girl?" With my head lowered and somewhat embarrassed, I replied, "I do." I had not anticipated vows such as that. After the "I do's" the minister said, "you may kiss your slave-bride." The young man, whose name I only learned during the wedding ritual, Jonathan, lifted my veil and revealed my stunning breasts with the little gold hoops in my nipples and the smile on his face was like nothing I had ever seen. He was in absolute awe at what he saw, my big; beautiful breasts, there for all to see. My nipples with their little golden hoops could now be easily seen thru my gown. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him holding me tightly and kissing me on the lips pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hard under his trousers. He whispered to me that I was very beautiful and that my perfume was making him very eager! Did he know about me, had he been told?

We hurriedly walked down the isle back to the den when Mistress Dominique told me that we would definitely be going on a short honeymoon but that there was a reception first. We all enjoyed the reception, meeting several new people, most of which, male and female alike could not keep their eyes off me as I mingled through the crowd. I was still in my wedding gown. I asked Mistress Dominique if it would be all right for me to change clothes before we departed, I wanted to wear my corset. She agreed. We went to my room and removed my gown. Mistress Dominique had the man firmly lace me into my 13" red satin corset and I put on my red satin with black lace trim half cup bra. She gave me a cute little white mini skirt and matching sheer silk blouse. This little outfit was perfect with my gorgeous white patent boots, I loved it! I put on my large gold hoop earrings, a gold bracelet and my choker necklace. I was allowed to remove my gaff and put on a pair of white stretch satin and lace thong panties. I quickly brushed my hair, freshened my makeup and joined my new husband downstairs. We then left on our short trip to our hotel and the honeymoon suite. We arrived at our hotel and immediately went to our room.

Once inside, Jonathan slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me hard and long, pushing his tongue into my mouth and mine into his. He dropped his hands down to my rear-end and pulled me upwards, pressing my breasts against his powerful chest, holding me tightly. I was trembling with excitement and desire; I needed his cock inside me. I gently pushed him away and began undulating my hips and massaging my breasts with both hands, slowly and deliberately moistening my lips, my eyes never leaving his. I slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and let my hands fall to my side. Jonathan reached up and unbuttoned the remaining buttons and eased my blouse over my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I seductively caressed my breasts, watching his eyes. Seeing the bulge under his pants growing larger, I reached around my back, unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of my skirt and stood there with legs apart moving my hips and my hands from my breasts deliberately down my tummy to my crotch. With my left hand I began rubbing my crotch while pinching my right nipple with my right. He was obviously pleased at the sight of this lovely young woman in her spiked heel boots, satin corset and very seductive bra and panties. Jonathan quickly stripped off his clothes; his cock was big, about eight inches and thick. He stepped behind me, slipped his hand under the elastic band of my panties and slowly pulled then down to the floor and I stepped out of them. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me backward to him. He unsnapped my bra and it too fell to the floor. He began to fondle my tender breasts, pinching my nipples sending a delightfully arousing pain thru me. I could feel his long, hot cock between my cheeks. Wanting him so much I began to undulate my hips feeling his throbbing cock. I reached down with one hand behind me and held his cock, squeezing it and stroking it with my fingernails. He began to moan with ecstasy. I turned and kneeled in front of him holding his cock and began to lick and kiss it, taking the head in my mouth. I sucked it and slowly inched it further and further into my throat until I was able to take the entire length of his gorgeous cock. I gurgled and moaned and he started to pump me harder and harder until, with a loud groan he came in me and I swallowed all his hot, spicy juices. As he withdrew, I licked and sucked the pulsing head clean, looking up at him with a smile. Breathing heavily, he said no one had ever done anything like that to him before. I knew then I had someone I might train to indulge my own sexual desires but that was not to be as I remembered my wedding vows. I stood, holding his still hard cock in my hand, I led him to the king size bed which was fitted with satin sheets and pillows.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I reached into my tote bag and pulled out my wrist and ankle cuffs and four small chains. I begged him to affix the cuffs to my wrists and ankles and attach the chains to them. As I lay face down on the bed, I slipped one of the pillows under my hips and told him to affix the chains to each of the brass bedposts and pull them tightly putting me into a wide spread eagle position. After securing me to the bed, he knew what to do. He lubricated his cock with K-Y jelly and climbed onto the bed between my legs. His hands stroked my legs and he licked my boots from bottom to top until he reached my thighs, which he kissed and licked slowly, sending shivers throughout my body. My breasts were aching. He kissed me on my rear and slowly licked and kissed from the small of my back working his way to my neck and shoulders. I wanted him in me terribly. I could move nothing but my hips and I cried to him, "Oh please, Jonathan, take me now, fuck me, Jonathan, please." But, he sat astride the small of my back and massaged me with oil. I was aching so bad my cock felt like it was going to explode. When he finished, he pulled the pillow under my hips further back raising them more and giving his slippery manhood access to my eagerly awaiting hole. He lay atop me and with one hand found my hole and slowly worked the head of his pens into me. The initial entry into me was painful but he took his time getting it into my cavity. Once I was open wide enough he pushed his cock into me deeper and deeper until I took it all and he began to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I could not stand the pain. He exploded and I could feel his hot cum shooting inside me. He withdrew and went into the bathroom to clean himself, leaving me spread eagle on the bed. I wanted to cum but I could not, my whole body was throbbing. He returned and unlocked the chains from the bedposts and then buckled a ball gag in my mouth. He rolled me over on my back with the pillow still under my hips. He secured my arms to the bedposts and then pulled my legs up to where my knees were nearly at my shoulders and secured them to the same bedpost as my arms. My legs were spread far apart allowing full access to my throbbing hole. This is a most torturous position but there was nothing I could do but accept what was to come. Jonathan was ready to have me again as he climbed onto the bed. He took the tube of K-Y jelly and inserted the tip of it in my hole and squirted a large dose of it in me, it felt cold as it slid in. Then he lubricated himself again and mounted me, his weight causing even more pain to my already stretched buttocks and thighs. I felt as though I would split in two. With one hand he guided his big, slippery cock into my hole and, with a surge, he rammed his cock into me with all his might. I screamed with pain but my screams went no further than the gag he had strapped on me. He kept fucking me with long, hard strokes; the pain was almost unendurable. My eyes pleaded with him to stop. He finally stopped after emptying himself into me a second time. He withdrew from me and unshackled my legs but instead of letting me rest, he pulled the chains taut and attached them high on the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

He went to his suitcase and pulled out an electric pens shaped dildo about 8 inches long and about 2" in diameter, lubricated it and inserted it deep into my hole and with a strap attached to the base slipped a belt around my waist and secured the strap to it, holding the dildo securely in me. He plugged it into the wall and saying, "you'll love this my darling Rachael, tonight you will truly learn what it means to be a tortured slave girl." He turned it on sending powerful vibrations thru my body and there was nothing I could do or say about it. To my horror and disbelief, he dressed and left the room saying he would be back, but did not say when or where he was going. He was not the inexperienced young man I thought I had "married" that morning. I tried moving as much as the chains would allow but could only move my hips, there was no way I could free myself from this device. With a loud moan I came all over myself and onto the bed and I could feel my juices flowing down between my thighs. I would strain against my bonds but the thing kept up its merciless vibrations and I would ejaculate again and again. My juices were on my stomach and thighs and the odor of my own cum was sensual. Finally, I was utterly drained but still being mercilessly driven the vibrator.

It must have been at least an hour before Jonathan came back to our room. He turned off the vibrator, unbuckled the belt and removed it from me. My body was spent. My arm and leg restraints were removed along with the ball gag and he told me to take a shower and freshen up with new makeup and perfume, which I did. When I finished, he made me put on my new red brocade corset which he laced to its smallest. Then my black stretch satin thong panties, garter belt with black stockings along with my red 6" ankle strap strappy sandals. Then, he placed my ankle and wrists cuffs back on me. He said we were going to have company and I told him I would like to put on a skirt and blouse. "Never mind, Rachael" he said "what you have on plus your black negligee will be quite sufficient. Also, it will be necessary for you to wear your two inch leather collar," which he placed around my neck, buckled and locked it. He then took the four small chains and attached each to my wrists and ankles and the remaining ends to the D rings on my collar. "My god," I thought, "after what I have been through tonight, what else does he have in store for me, what more will my poor body endure?" At first we made love as newlyweds, but then he raped and hurt me, I did not know what was coming, I was trembling and very frightened. I became ashamed at the way I was attired; knowing people whom I did not know or that Mistress Dominique had approved was coming to our suite possibly to do bizarre things to me. I had no choice but to obey Jonathan. I was so afraid of him now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonathan opened it and four young college age men entered the room. I was standing in the middle of the room with my head slightly bowed and my hands clasped in front of me. Jonathan brought the four young men to me, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face. "This is my bitch she-male slave wife, boys, what do you think of her?" he said. They all looked at me grinning and began to reach out for me, stroking and fondling me. One put his hands inside my negligee kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples while another, at my back, was feeling my small waist and squeezing me. Jonathan told them all to disrobe and they did and they were all slim and muscular and their cocks were enormous. I was trembling with fear and tears came to my eyes. Why was Jonathan doing this to me? Jonathan walked over to me and said, "Kneel, bitch," slapping me, knocking me to my knees. "Now you will suck off all my friends." The first boy walked up to my face, his cock throbbing. The others were behind me, holding my shoulders and my hair. "Take him, damn you, bitch," yelled Jonathan. I reached up and grasped the boy's cock and pulled him to my mouth and ringed his head with my tongue, he moaned. I then took the head into my mouth, sucking it as it went deeper into my throat until I had taken all of it. The boy behind me, holding my head, held it firmly and told the other boy to "give it to her now." The boy began to work his long cock in and out of my mouth, fucking me. All I could do was gurgle and gag and take it. He came in my throat and I had to swallow his cum. He withdrew from me and the next boy did the same thing as the first. I was very weak, but the other boys held me and kept me from falling, exhausted, to the floor. Jonathan and one of the others lifted me by my arms and carried me to the bed. I was too weak to walk, especially in 6" heels; I was very shaky and too exhausted to protest.

They took me to the foot of the bed and stood me in front of the brass railing. Jonathan took the chains binding my hands to my collar and jerked them forward over the bed and pulling them tightly, bending me over the railing, secured them to the bedposts at the head of the bed. He then secured the chains on my ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed, pulling my legs apart giving all of them access to my hole. He told one of the boys to go ahead and do it to me as he flipped the tube of K-Y jelly to him. The boy lubricated himself and pushed his slippery cock between my cheeks pushing it, trying to get it into me. Another of the boys jumped on the bed and lay under my hanging breasts. He reached up and pulled on them, pinching my nipples, sending sharp pain through me. The first boy finally was able to enter me and was fucking me hard while the other was biting and sucking my nipples. Oh, how I wished they would stop. Mistress Dominique never let activities go this long. "Please, Jonathan, please stop doing this to me; please let me rest," I groaned. "Shut your sleazy mouth, whore," he screamed, "I will shut you up now." He jumped on the bed and took leather, penis shaped gag about 4 inches long and shoved it into my mouth pulling the leather straps behind my neck and buckling it tightly. The final boy came to the side of the bed and snickered, "Have you ever seen anything like this, whore?" His cock was the longest and biggest I had ever seen it must have been at least 10 inches long and very thick and it was still limp. I wanted to faint, I could not take this monster inside me, and it would tear me apart. Trembling, I shook my head back and forth looking at him with dread and screaming "No" under my gag, but it would do me no good. These bastards had no mercy. He held his cock in front of me stroking it. His blood rushed into his gigantic cock and it got harder and longer; it must have grown to at least 14 inches and over 4 inches in diameter. The others laughed loudly as he picked up the tube of K-Y jelly and proceeding to coat his gigantic cock with it. I was quivering with absolute horror and tears were streaming down my face. He walked behind me and held his cock to my ass pushing it slowly between my cheeks moving it up and down, teasing me. He found me and pressed the head of his cock slightly into my orifice. Pain shot through me as he slowly pushed it further and further inside me; it was unbearable. I felt as he was going to tear me apart. I could not cry out and I could not move as he pushed his enormous cock further and further into my ass until he had forced the entire length of it in me. He began to fuck me. He would pull it almost out and shove it back in me, faster and harder until with a loud cry, he shot his load into me and I felt as though he was going to fill me with his cum.

Finally, they freed me from my bonds and took me to the bed where they said I could sleep but they attached my hands to the railings at the head of the bed and feet to the railings at the foot of the bed. The chains were not tight and I could lie on my side if I desired but I could not leave the bed. They all left with Jonathan, probably going to the hotel bar for drinks and laugh about what they had done to Jonathan's she-male bride. I was able to sleep but early the next morning Jonathan returned to the room. He unlocked my chains and told me to bathe and get ready to go out. I took a long hot bath, how refreshing it was. Afterwards, I brushed my hair, put on my makeup and went into the bedroom. Jonathan had laid out the clothing I was to wear. It was my baby blue stretch vinyl sheath and matching blue leather 5" heel boots. He had even put out the lingerie I was to wear. My 13" satin corset, which he tightly laced me into, black satin garter belt, black nylon stockings and my gaff, which he quickly inserted into me. "You will not wear bra or panties today, Rachael," he said, laughing, "you won't need them." I got dressed and zipped the front zipper almost to my neck but Jonathan reached up and pulled the zipper down midway between my breasts. With my corset pushing my breasts upward and the tight fitting dress pushing them in from the side there was ample cleavage. "I want people to see you, Rachael, do not touch your zipper," he said. I finished putting on my hoop earrings and slave bracelets, but before we left the room, "One more thing," he said, "you have to wear this, and placed the 2" white patent leather collar around my neck and locked it. "Oh Please, Jonathan, why must I wear my collar in public, it's humiliating and embarrassing," I complained. "That's the idea, bitch, you are mine to humiliate and do with as I please," he laughed, "and you will do as I say. If I want you to go out wearing only your collar, you will do so or you will be severely punished."

He took me by the hand and led me to the elevator and down into the lobby. As we walked into the restaurant, everyone turned to stare at me and wondering why this extraordinarily dressed young woman was wearing such exotic and bizarre attire. My breasts were straining against the tight fitting vinyl dress and everyone could easily see them. I could hear people whispering about me. I kept my head slightly bowed as much as my collar would allow and kept my eyes lowered and did not look at anyone, I was so humiliated. My face felt flush and I know it was red with embarrassment. Jonathan ordered coffee for both of us telling me we must hurry. He even asked the waiter if he liked what he saw, telling him to help himself as he eyed my bulging breasts as they swelled with my every breath. I wanted so much to go home, to see my Mistress again. The waiter reached over and whispered something to Jonathan and Jonathan looked at me, nodded and smiled. "You are right, my friend, she should do very well," he said. "We'll see. I must tell you, however, that 'she' is a 'she-male' not a woman, at least a one hundred percent woman." The waiter's eyes opened wide with astonishment, that this voluptuous woman was part man, part woman, "That should be even better, sir," he quipped. Jonathan laughed and told him we would return later in the evening and meet him in the lounge. Jonathan took me back to our room, which had been cleaned by the hotel maid. "Very good, "he said, "you will remain here the rest of the day." He took a long chain, about 15 feet long, and locked it to one of the bedposts and locked the other end to the back of my collar, insurance against my leaving the room. The long chain allowed me access to anywhere in the room, but I could not leave. I removed my dress and shoes, got into bed and slept most of the day, I was so exhausted.

It was about 7 PM when Jonathan returned and awakened me. He told me to put my vinyl dress back on and to also put on my blue boots and gloves. He took me downstairs where we met the waiter who was waiting for us. He said he was going to take us to a bar downtown. It turned out to be a nude dancing bar. We entered the place and we were taken to some dressing rooms in the rear. "Now, Rachael, you will be outfitted for your dance, you are going to perform on stage for the crowd in the bar, the girls here will help you get ready'" said Jonathan as he and his friend left. The girls were strippers who worked there and they helped me get undressed and applied my makeup. They brought out a tiny gold lame bra and thong panties, then a gold lame corselet, which closed in the back with snaps not laces. Before I put on the bra, they placed gold pasties on my nipples. They then gave me a black satin blouse and a black satin breakaway mini skirt and a 3" wide stretch belt that snapped in back. My shoes were black 5" heel pumps. They escorted me to the stage entrance when the music began and sort of pushed me out onto the stage. I did not know what to do but the loud, driving beat of the music made me want to dance. I clumsily moved to the runway, slowly undulating my hips and with my hands on my hips moved them upward to my breasts, pausing there and then moving them behind my neck. I then lowered my hands and unsnapped my belt, then began to unbutton my blouse. As I finished I let it fall to the floor, displaying my proud breasts straining against my tiny gold bra, then cradling them with my hands and pushing them upward. Reaching behind my back, I unsnapped my mini skirt and it too fell to the stage floor. The men in the bar were whistling and yelling, "more, more." I began dancing a little faster, now in my bra, thongs and golden corselet, stockings and heels. The men were going wild. I went into a bump and grind and more pronounced undulations, unsnapping my corset. As I strolled near the edge of the runway, men held out money, so I squatted down and they would stuff money in my thongs and try to touch my legs or breasts. I went on with my dance running my hands from breasts to crotch, slipping my hands inside the top of my gold thong panties pushing them down every so slightly. When I did that, the yelling and whistles got louder. Smiling and looking at some of them in the eye, I reached behind my back once more and released my bra, exposing my magnificent breasts to the audience. Finally, near the end of my dance, I turned my back to the crowd and slowly eased my thongs over my ass and let them fall to the floor, undulating while pushing my rear toward them and they went wild. As I turned to face them with my hands covering my crotch, still undulating my hips, I moved my hands and my cock came into plain view. Suddenly the crowd went absolutely berserk with cheers, laughter and wild applause. I was so delighted and happily, I just could not believe it...they liked me!

When I returned to the dressing room, the girls were all pleased and happy for me. They said they had never seen a she-male before and were very pleasantly surprised. I was so happy, I was just ecstatic. Before Jonathan came to the dressing room, I was able to call Mistress Dominique and tell her what happened. I told her that I loved only her and I missed her very much and that I wanted to come home. I also asked her permission to perform occasionally at the bar. She was pleased with what I had told her about my performance, but none too happy with the way Jonathan had treated me. He came into the room and Mistress Dominique wanted to speak with him. When he gave the phone back to me, he left without saying a word. Mistress then told me Jonathan's treatment of me was not what she had expected and that he would no longer bother me and I could perform at the bar if I wanted to only it could not interfere with my work and duties at home. I would still live with my Mistress but she would arrange a schedule for me with the bar's manager and he was to guarantee no harm would come to me as I belonged to her and no one else. Mistress sent a cab for me and I was taken home. She met me at the door, put her arms around me and held me tightly, kissing me tenderly. She then led me upstairs to her bedroom where we took turns undressing each other and playfully fell onto her luxurious bed. We made warm, affectionate love and fell asleep in each other arms.

Next morning after I had bathed, I was tightly laced into my red satin corset after which I slid on my black stockings and panties, but no bra, and then put on my little maid's uniform and 5" ankle strap pumps. Lastly I placed my wrist and ankle cuffs on and secured them. I proceeded with Mistress's breakfast preparation. Mistress came into the dining room dressed in only bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and 5" heel leather knee-high boots. I stood by as she ate her meal and slowly drank her coffee without saying a word but looking at me slyly and smiling. "Rachael, I want you to go to the basement and await me. I will be there shortly," she commanded. "Yes, Mistress," I said, curtseying, and quickly went down into the basement "dungeon." Mistress Jennifer entered about fifteen minutes later and took me by the hand and led me back to the stainless steel table with the cradle seat which I was subjected to some months ago. Me knees became weak and I was very anxious to know what was going to be done to me. Mistress handed me a tube of K-Y jelly and told me to lubricate the large steel phallus in the center of the cradle, which I did, slowly. She then completely lowered the steel phallus and told me to remove my uniform and panties. Then she told me to mount the table and center myself in the fanny shaped cradle. The steel table was cold but it didn't take long for it to warm up somewhat from my body heat.

Mistress took my hands, one at a time and attached them to the upper table extensions and then secured my feet to the stirrups at the other end. She then placed the wide leather strap in the center around my waist and tightened it making me completely immobile. She reached over and caressed my breasts while she kissed and suckled my nipples as though she was trying to draw milk from me. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her so much. She reached for the handle on the side of the table and began to turn it slowly. I could feel the stainless steel cock easing between my cheeks while I maneuvered as best I could to center myself in order to accept this steel brute in my hole. The phallus found me and as Mistress turned the handle it entered me further. "Oh, Mistress, please go slowly," I moaned painfully, "it hurts me so much," as I strained at my bonds but could not move. Finally, I was filled by this thing; it was completely inside my hole. Mistress walked around the table as she fondled my breasts and my inner thigh and held my cock with her long fingernails. She then leaned over and kissed the head of my hard cock. Mistress mounted the table on her knees and straddled my hips. She held my cock and moved it back and forth between the lips of her wet pussy and then lowered herself taking the full length of my cock into her hot, wet cunt. Mistress, with a throaty moan, leaned forward with one hand on each of my breasts, caressed and kissed my extremely sensitive nipples which were now as hard as my cock sending luscious shivers throughout my straining body. She leaned back and began to vigorously work her hips, faster and faster, until we both exploded with orgasm and sexual moans.

Mistress Jennifer pulled away, inching my cock out of her hot vagina slowly and moved forward toward my head. She turned and spread her cheeks with her hands and lowered her pussy onto my face and said, "Clean me, my darling Rachael, and clean me well." With my tongue, I licked and sucked her honeyed pussy clean of her delicious juices. She climaxed again and again and she smothered my face with her pussy as my tongue flirted voraciously with her clitoris, her precious juices flowed and filled my mouth. We then bathed together then went to bed. Holding and snuggling, we slept like babies.

THE END!