His testicules burned.

mmmmm.....make me love your thighs...mmm yea baby i love your balls. bend me over. please!! im begging for your cum!!! mmmmmmm.....my ass needs your cock. turn me into your sweet little darling bitch. tie me. dress me. im need to be owned.

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His new clothes fit. He was not sure how. His balls burned...The clamp she put on them. they would soon follow that thing he called a dick, He lay there, in his panties...balls her own toys. Dick her own toy. They would both be things of the past. She had his undies sorted out. He was after all a toy. A toy who whould soon be played with. the Man stood in the back rubbing himself. 

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The boy hung there. Naked, cold...alone. Or at least he wanted to be alone.

He could feel the eyes on him. Feel them ravaging his body. Feel them doing unspeakable things.  His cock struggled to feel as well. It was swelling, fighting against its bindings.

It came, without warning. The searing sting. He struggled against his bindings. No use. His screams muffled. His mouth was stuffed. He knew he in for something. His mind raced back to the night in the bar. Why?! Why did he accept the drink? The pain struck again. A voice broke his muffled wimpers.

"This is the only feeling you deserve." The voice was cold and dark as the sound came to light. FFFZZZZZPPPTTT!

He cried out. The tape was tight. Holding in place what felt like cotton. He could feel it. He could feel the tape pulling against the back of his skull. Holding the cotton in his mouth.

Then as quickly as it began....Alone again. He felt his pulse racing from toe to head to tip of his cock. The though shifted from the burning pain in his balls to the new realization...

He was being tortured. For some unknown reason. These people were torturing him. He wasnt escaping. He felt like a piece of meat waiting on its rack to be cut.

The voice broke in again "Look at this worm. Look at it! Its worthless! Let's just cut it off now and watch the little bitch cry over what it calls a penis!" His muscled tightened. He knew this voice in the dark would do it! Another sound quickly took the voices place.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZrrrrrkkkkZZZZZZZrrrkkaaaaaa....

His pulse dies to nothing. He knew his time as a man...or boy....or male was over.

The shock came again. He went limp.

"NO!" A gentle sound came from somewhere else in the darkness. "I think this one will be useful..."

Silence fell again.  This time, it was a while. Seemed to him...permanent.

Are that many men so desperate that they give money to these, "dominant females"

The boy awoke. As always, in a strange place. He felt around as mush as he could. It was warm..almost hot.
The boy looked down between his legs. He was looking for something that wasnt his. "Its not there!" Panic snuck in.
"Where is it?" "Did she really do it?" "Who was that man?" Thoughts. Too many thought.
The boy glanced around some more. He felt with what were toes. "BARS" The boy thought..."A cage?"
The warmth was replacing all thought. The boy's wits finally gathered. A costume. A dog costume.
Must not speak, the pain replaced the urge to cry out. The past month came flooding back like his clit.
The Lady! The Man! The Man-dog...
All was falling into place.
The boy felt the moisture around his private areas. He knew they were no longer private. He could feel the diaper.
He could feel the rubber plug in his anus. He could feel the urine; his urine. It all came flooding back.
Dinner..dinner was gushing with wine. Wine that the boy had snuck in.
..........

flashback:

The boy stood there. His new breasts glimmering in the light. The water filling the tub. Four candles, lit and
burning. He smiled.
Glancing to the mirror he glimpsed himself....herself.
For the first time he realized. the Lady had taken so much. And in return, given much more.
He looked down and his caged cock, knowing that was the only way he'd see it ever again.
Terrified, he stepped into the tub.
"I have a surprise for you!"
The Lady exclaimed from the kitchen.
He sunk into the water. The door burst forward. Three men strode in.
"Mmmm" the boy thought, "kidnap".
The First burst forward, grabbing his hair. " Look what we have here, guys. A Little sissy bitch!" The first man
laughed.
The boy dribbled. The precum was flowing harder and faster than the water filling his bath.
His training set in. Though his hair was firmly grasped he extended his palm into his captors crotch,
"My, what a man!" The boy blushed. His other hand found his captors friend.
"And what a MAN" the boy was in gear. The lady's training had really shown him who he was.
The grip on his hair tightend, he was thier bitch now.
He stood before the men, mainly because of the force of the man's grip. Partially because he was nude.
Mostly becasue he was forced to be fucked.
It struck! He wasnt being impaled by these tools.
As always, he awoke. The dress hanging on the door. Instructions read: "WEAR ME".

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The lady had left this girl in control.
He laid paralyzed. At her mercy. He was helpless. Too bad for you"Misstress has left some guidelines for you. She likes you."
*KKKKRRRRRRZZZZZZT* He moaned. Then whimpered. Helpless. He couldnt move. The girl reached down and pulled the dart from his butt cheek.
"Nasty stuff. Wouldn't you agree? Renders you immobile. Temporary paralysis. Mistress has asked me to take it easy on you, I dont think so."
The girl chuckled. "You see, Im a bit of a sadist. I take great joy in watching you suffer. In fact my pussy is wet."
She put the prod to his balls again. He screamed through the gag. The girl was laughing, "Mistress didnt even notice you are still
plugged. I bet your intestines are burning."
 He had forgotten about the urgency he was feeling. The stinging and burning of the girl's prodding was more than enough to
keep his thoughts occupied. *KKKRRRRRZZZZZZT* She got him in the stomache. It all rushed to him. "This is what you get!
The mistress has you in her thoughts. You are now her favorite. Well, me and the other girls are going to see that you suffer.
I for one, am not going to give my place up to a male!" Her voice turned cold. The prodding came more frequent. His thoughts went back to
escape. He knew now, there could be none. He was at their mercy. And if this girl was any indication, there would be none.
The girl whistled. Before long there were enough girls to carry him. Before he knew it he was on a toilet and the plug removed.
The enema had done it's job. His bowels emptied and he was strapped to a table. Still unable to move. He didnt know what the straps were for.
They lined up. He was about to be gang banged. The did the deed. With each thrust, he screamed through his gag. *KRRRRZT*
The prodding continued. His ass was stuffed. His balls were a direct target. The girl came to his face holding a syringe.
"This," she said with a calm demeanor "will help you develop." With a jab the syringe was empty. "Enjoy your breasts." The girl laughed.
*KRRRRZT*
 Hours passed. He was starting to twitch. The girl got a few more prods in. Then to the kitchen table.
Before long he was hogtied. Dinner was set. The lady had come in.
"Well, Sweety, did my girls treat you well?" She inquired. The lady could tell by the look on his face that the girls had
wrecked him.

 It began as any other evening had. He was dressed and out the door. He'd seen a new bar that he was going to check out.
He walked in, unsure of what to expect he took a seat at the bar. Ordered a drink and lit a cigarette. He was no more than half-way
through his drink when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen made her was through the entrance. Her hair was long and vibrant.
Deep auburn in color. Her curls seemed to cascade around her face like a waterfall. Her features were soft, but her eyes were piercing.
Emerald. She seemed to look through him. He sat nervously on his stool as she confidently strolled up beside him and took a seat.
Signaling to the barkeep, two. She turned and smiled at him. "Hello" she said in an unfaltering manner. He stuttered, "Nice evening, wouldnt you agree? Miss?"
She returned her gaze to the drinks the bartender had placed in front of her. She opened her handbag and reached inside but he was no longer watching her.
He was entangled in a fight that had erupted behind them. Watching the fight he hadnt noticed that she placed one of the drinks before him.
"Drink up!" she exclaimed with an almost giddy charm. He stammered again, "Why thank you, Miss." He tipped his glass and drank about a half.
The two began chatting a bit. Small talk mostly. The weather, the denizens of the bar, basic banter. It wasnt long before he started feeling very light headed.
The room was spinning. "Two beers" he thought. The lady smiled at him gently. He was on the floor. No one seemed to notice, or rather care.
She was over him in a flash. She lifted her foot and moved it to his mouth. "Suck my heel." She said. He struggled to open his mouth.
As the heel slid in, he was out.
 He awoke with a start. Soon he discovered he couldnt move. He tried to yell, but that too was in vain. He could see nothing. He could hear a cracking
sound. It sounded faint, but close. As he struggled to gain control over his limbs a light flicked on. Bright and blinding.
His eyes were not adjusting to the sudden flash. All he could make out was an image moving towards him. One sharp jab to his buttock and darkness closed in.
When he awoke again, he was upright. He felt his arms being pulled. Tightly they came together behind him. There was a metal
ring wrapped about his neck. His legs were spread apart. As his sense alligned he could feel something in his anus. There was something warm flowing through it.
He felt another oddity attached to him. This felt like it was in his urethra. He couldnt see because the metal ring was holding his head high.
Her voice cut through his thoughts. It was sharp, insistant. His attention was sucked to her like a vacuum.
"I am pleased to see you again." She said pointedly. "You passed out right in the bar! Of course, I did drug you." She giggled.
His eyes landed squarely with hers. He tried to speak but something was impeding his words "Mmmrrf mmm mmmoooo mmrrrfff."
She smiled, "Easy there Sweety. Im going to make it all better. When this is all over You'll thank me." She ran her finger up his bare chest.
"First things first." She said waving to the girl behind her. The girl entered and immediatly began working. She started by removing the enema tube.
In its place she put a butt plug. He whinced and moaned. The lady did nothing but watch and giggle. The girl move to his front and began to remove what
he now realized was a catheter. The girl gave a short curtsey to the lady and hastily exited. The lady grinned some more.
"We need to get rid of all that nasty hair. And Im afraid you need a bath,you were out for quite a while." She clapped and two
more girls entered and began bathing and shaving him. He squirmed and moaned. But he was trapped at the mercy of his captor.
As the girls completed their tasks, the lady began inspecting him. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "You will make a fine sissy."
His eyes widened. He fought with his restraints. Eventually he wore himself out. The lady laughed and tugged his cock.
"Dont worry, Sweety. You wont miss using this dirty thing. In fact after you cum this time, it will be your last." She snapped her finger.
Another girl entered. She promptly when to work sucking his cock. The lady stood over the girl. She was holding something.
A cattle prod!? He whined pathetically. Before long he was cumming, the girl was licking and the lady was prodding. Both of them.
"Make sure you get all that cum, you little slut!" The lady was beaming. She looked at him, her eyes filled with fire. "Before long, that will be you!"
 The next day the lady made her way down to where he was restrained. Again, she was carrying a few things. And again she had a girl with her.
The lady instructed the girl on what she was to do and dismissed her. She then turned her attention to him. "Goodmorning, Sweety."
Her voice was so gentle with an underlying bitterness. "Today is going to be a treat. Today you get your little cock locked up.
And today you start your training." In a flash she had his cock in hand. It was getting hard. She grabbed his balls and squeezed.
He moaned, she laughed. After a few moments he was limp again. She slid a tube over his cock. A ring under his balls. And before long, a lock was in place.
"Now then, with that locked up tight, you are not much of a threat. Are you going to behave if I let you down?"
He moaned his consent. She undid his bindings. He thought about running, but decided to wait until he could see a way out.
The lady glared at him. She was expecting him to make a run for it. After all, who didnt try it?
"Hm, I can see there is some fight in you. Dont worry, you run, you'll be dealt with. And that fight will be gone." She smiled.
"You're mine. Just accept it and your life will be way easier."
He couldnt accept this. This lady is insane he thought.
She snappped a leash to his collar and led him upstairs. Once upstairs he could see a window. That window led outside.
He made a break for it. The lady's grip on the leash was lost. He bounded for the door. As he reached the door he felt a sting.
and before he knew what happened he was lying helplessly on the floor. She was over him. Always a step ahead and behind, she was quick.
"Sweety, I told you not to run. Now look? You have wet my rug! Well, I guess we need to do this the hard way." She turned
and headed into the kitchen and returned with a cup of coffee. "You'll be there for a little while. The toxin takes a while
to wear off. How about some coffee while we wait?" She took a sip. "Its hot! I hope I dont spill any." she toyed with his like
a cat would it's prey. She reached for his balls and tipped a little of the hot liquid on them. He screamed through his gag. Unable to move.
The girl was standing with the lady now. She was holding the prod. "Have fun Sweety, Ive got stuff to do." The lady instructed the girl.
"Focus on his ass and thighs. Hit his balls a little. When he starts twitching, go ahead and hog-tie him on the table. He's
going to make a good center piece." the lady left the girl to her task.
 Hours passed, the torture was unrelenting. He was crying. Tears ran down his face.

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The boy awoke suddenly. Startled by the silence the enveloped him. He could not see a thing. His body was wrethed in a strange position.
His muscles and joints were aching. He soo realized he was hogtied. As his senses began to tune he notice his mouth was being held open. His throat was dry.
Sir never kept him like this at night. Usually nothing more than a diaper and handcuffs. Had the boy done something wrong? Was he sleep walking?
He tried to think back. Tried to remember what he could have done. Then he heard a distant sound. A kind of CLICK CLACK. The noise broke the silence like
an explosion in winter. The boys heart raced. What was going on? The noise was getting louder. Comming for him. Wrapped in his blanket of darkness he could not
figure out where or what was comming for him. All he knew was he was in trouble.
"Oh good! You're awake!" Came a soft kind voice from beyond the darkness. The boy reconized this voice, but it was hard to tell if his mind was being tricky.
the veil of darkness was soon replace by a sharp blinding light. The boy winced and squirmed against his binds. When his eyes finally adjusted he saw a pair of beautiful
red heels. Five little toes pertruding. Tipped in pink nail polish. The voice sounded again. "Goodmorning, Sweety." The kind voice said.
The boy struggled for strength to respond. "Oo orin" Is all he could muster through his strange gag.
Then it hit him, like lightning. He remembered what had happened. He was traded.
The Lady had always admired how well behaved the boy was. Always loved his cooking. Always enjoyed teasing him.
Sir had traded the Lady for her somewhat untrained pet. The boy wasnt much on training, he had always naturally loved to please. Thats how he got into this mess
in the first place. Well, a mess of confusion at the moment.
The blur in his mind lifted, his eyes adjusted more and he perked up.
The Lady reached down and removed the metal clamps holding the boys mouth open. "I hope you are well rested, Sweety." She paused. "We're going shopping today."
"Of course Miss." The boy smiled. He loved going shopping with the Lady. He's often been loaned out to the Lady. Differant reasons over the years.
But shopping always meant three things. He was a purse rack. He was a shopping bag. And he was a source of amusement. The boys little cock in its little cage dripped
with excitement. The Lady noticed. She only giggled. The Lady knew how excited he was. "Now, Im going to cut you loose. The bathroom is down the hall on the left. It's
the one painted in pink. Ive left instructions for you on the mirror. Before you dress come see me for inspection, Sweety." She always referred to the boy as Sweety.
He smiled, "Yes, Miss." And in another moment he was unbound and on his way.
When the boy reached the bathroom the first thing he noticed was the long counter with all his beauty supplies laid out. He looked around some more. There was no door.
There was no cover for the tub. There was no shower head. There were three cameras in the bathroom. Each pointed at a specific spot. But they turned.
The boy dribbled a little. His privacy was nonexistant. He looked over to the mirror. There were his instructions. He read them.
"Hello Sweety," the note read "This list is your daily routine. It will all be completed within an hour." The boy smiled, more than enough time time.
He read on, "Firstly, you will notice the small stereo when you walked in. It is to be turned on." The boy glanced over and saw it. Quickly he pressed play.
There was no music, instead the sound of trickling water. his thoughts rushed to his bladder which was suddenly urging him to use the toilet. He resisited and read on.
"Secondly, No potty! There is a small cup. You are to fill it with water, then drink. Three times." The boy filled the cup, grimacing all the while.
"Thirdly," he continued reading as he finished the last cup "The enema and plug. You know what to do with those, Sweety." He knew exactly what to do.
"Fourth, fill the tub. Warm water. Not hot. Not cold. You will see your soap and shampoo and conditioner. Shampoo every three days. Condition everyday. The razor is beside
the soap. Be sure and shave those nasty burrs of hair. Face to toe." The boy put the stopper in the drain and turned the water on. The water rushed out. His urgency began to grow.
The sweet torment. Devilishly thought up by the Lady. He knew he would have to thank her for this uncomfortable position. He stepped in the tub of water and slowly sat down. The full weight of his discomfort came to fruition.
He writhed in pain. He heard the camera whir to life, it focused in on his face. Between the knots in his stomache and the knots in his bladder,
he was sure the Lady was amused. He did as instructed. Between the warm water and the sound from the stereo, he thought he was going to explode. The boy stepped out of the tub.
Reached for a towel and stopped short. He read the list. "Fifth, you may now empty yourself. Any mess you will lick up." The boy fell to the toilet and quickly the pain
of expelling all his liquid racked his body. He sat there for a moment catching his breathe. The boy stood up and made sure every drop of excrement was laborously cleaned.
The list went on "Sixth, I will leave you notes on hair and make-up as the need arises. Today a nice pony tail, no make-up." The boy brush his locks out and quickly secured them.
"Seventh, brush floss and rinse your teeth and mouth." "Eighth, Out the bathroom door to the right. You will find more yellow pieces of paper. This is the route you are to take
everyday."
Shortly down the hall he came across his first not. It was simply an arrow. He followed it to the staircase. As he reached the stairs he heard giggling. At the base he saw his next marker.
He quickly reached it, "The kitchen is to the left. Large archway. I'll be at the table. You are to kneel at me feet. Do not say a word unless spoken to." The boy made his way to the Ladys side.
He fell to his knees. Head down.
"Here is my little Sweety, girls." The Lady said addressing her friends. The women sat around the table sipping coffee and watchinh the boy.
"Oh isnt he addorable?" One Lady remarked. Another quickly noticed his little cock locked up tight. "Look!" She exclaimed. "His tiny cock looks so flacid and unused! Actually,
I wouldnt call that a cock. More like a baby chic!" She laughed.
The boys cheeks turned red and he began to dribble again.
"Aww, Sweety," The Lady started, "Be a dear and clean that little mess up." The boy eagerly lapped up his droplets. The women laughed again.
"I wish my husband was this well behaved." One of the ladies said. Sipping her coffee she added "What else can he do?"
The Lady grinned quite broadly, "Sweety, make my friends and I some breakfast."
The boy lept to his feet. "Yes Miss. What would you care for?"
"How about omelets?" The Lady asked and her friends nodded in agreement. Soon after the boy produced beautifully crafted omelets and placed a plate in front of each them.
The boy then proceeded around the table asking if anyone needed anything. After completing his task, the boy returned to the Ladys feet.
The Lady was now sitting with her legs spread and she ushered the boys face into her pussy. "Enjoy your breakfast, Sweety. I know I am." She giggled again.
All the women at the table were enjoying this entertainment, and soon breakfast was through. The Lady dismissed the boy and he went to cleaning the kitchen.
One of the women remarked "I need to use your restroom." The Lady merely smiled and pointed at the boy. He was quickly on his knees with his mouth wide open.
"Be sure you get every drop." She mused. And the boy did. He was well trained.
The lady then directed the boy to wear his clothes for the day were. "I'll be up in a minute to dress you." She said sweetly.

The boy was dressed. The Lady was looking him over. Grey suit. Red tie. Black shoes. Diaper. Very elogant knots of rope restricting him under his attire, and of course,
remote buttplug. After all who wants to yell at someone when a push of a button will bring them running.
The boy was instructed to bring the car to the front where he would wait and open each door for each woman. Then close each door for each woman.
They were on thier way. The boy navigated the car expertly. The chatter of the women the least of his concerns.
"Drop us at the front door, then go park the car. We'll wait for you by the fountain. Find us there." The Lady instructed the boy. He returned to his post at each door,
opening and closing the door. Thanking each woman for allowing him to serve them. There were quite a few onlookers at this point. The Lady noticed.
"Dont keep us waiting long, or that buttplug will turn you into a quivering worm." She laughed and the woman walked inside. The boys cheeks were again red.
And hastily he parked the car. He raced to meet them. The plug began to vibrate. It was a low setting, but enough to hasten him further. The boy was in a dead run.
The fountain! BZZZZZZZZZZZZ. The plug began to vibrate harder. He had made it, but the Lady was enjoying the look on his face too much to stop. BUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZ.
The boy was on the floor. Quivering. the vibration stopped. He was gasping for air. Just as he caught his breathe, there it was again. This time the full sensation shooting
up and down his spine. Just as his thoughts drifted into the sensation it stopped again. The Lady was laughing hysterically. "This thing is quite effective, dont you agree?
Come on, Sweety, get up. We have lots of shopping to do. Hope you had a good breakfast, my little shopping bag." She winked at him. The boy stood up. Shakily. And hurried
to the Ladys left side, three paces behind her. But in stride.
After five or six shops one of the women decided she needed to use the restroom. The boy was instructed to take her. He did. And then made use of his tongue. Cleaning her
properly. For which she thanked him by grabbing his hair and spitting in his mouth. Into another shop. This was a large department store. Lots of people bustling about.
Straight to the make-up counter the Lady strolled. After a short moment of conversing with the clerk she waved the boy over.
"Is this him?" the Clerk chuckled. "Oh yes! This is my little Sweety, we need to find some new make-up for him." The Lady said politely.
"Well Sir," The CLerk was interupted by the Lady "Sweety." She said point in factly. "Well...Sweety...Your Lady friend here says she wants to see you in some pink. Right this way."

The Lady had asked the clerk to stay in the room while the boy changed. She how embarrased he would be. The boy undressed. Shyly. He was used to having no privacy, but this was
differant. The clerk snickered under her breathe. The boy could hear her. It only made him wetter. By now the boys diaper was soaked. It wasnt urine however. He had been dripping
wet all day. The Lady knew this. She had always known the more embarrased the boy become, the more excited he became as well. The clerk returned. A pair of lace panties.
Pink. A lace camisoulle. Pink. A lace bra. Pink. A pair of stockings. Pink. And a pair of six inch heels. Pink. She looked at the boy wearing nothing but his wet diaper and said
"Ill just wrap your paties up." She chuckled a moment then continued, "Hurry and get dressed we still need to do your hair and make-up." The boy dressed quickly.
The clerk was surprised at how well he looked. And acted. He was surprisingly feminine. "Let down your hair and have a seat." She said.
The clerk worked fast. Within about 30 minutes his hair was striking. She lokked at him and wondered what sort of man would let this happen. Just then as if on cue
The Ladys voice was heard "dont worry Honey, he loves it. Just see how wet that diaper is." The Ladys vioce faded into harmonious laughter. The clerk looked at the boy and he nodded.
She laughed out loud this time, then went to work on the boys make-up.
It was done. The boy walked out to the Lady. "Wonderful!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Now, can you find something suitable but slutty for my little bitch to wear the remainder of the day?"
The clerk nodded and led the boy back. Shortly thereafter she produced a little leather skirt and a cut purple halter top. She thought purple stockings and black heels would be okay.
The boy dressed. He was nervous. He'd dressed for Sirs parties. But never in public. He knew Sir would expect him to please the Lady, and his fear soon subsided.
The boy emerged. The Lady paid for the boys new look. Then she handed him her bags. Her friends followed suit. In and out of the other shops. More and more bags.
The boy was fatigued, but he carried on. He was on a strange high. He felt like a whore. Looked like one too. The Lady smiled at him. "We're gonna have such fun with you later, Sweety."
The Lady quickly grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to the bathroom. "Take your diaper off. I want you to lick your little dribbles. When it is all gone give me the diaper."
The boy did as he was told. He licked his diaper. His droplets tasted sweet and salty. Like denial. He handed it to the Lady, who quickly examined it and discarded it.
"Let's go get some coffee." She smirked evily at him. The Women and the boy sat drinking a cup of coffee. The women were gossiping and laughing. One of them leaned in
"What are you waiting for Sweety, drink up!" She exclaimed. The Lady nearly choked from laughter. "Waiter, can we get five glasses of ice water, please." She smirked again.
The boys nerves were on fire. He knew what was happening. He quickly finished his coffee and the water came. "Sweety, you look ever so thirsty, please drink our water."
The Lady said ever so evily. "And please drink quickly, we have one more stop to make." She continued.
The boys lip quivered but opened and each glass of water quickly found its way to his bladder. Before he knew, they were all loaded in the car and on thier way.
The boy was squirming a little as he drove silently. "Whats wrong, Sweety? You need to pee?" The Lady chuckled. All the boy could do was confirm what the Lady already knew.
"Yes, Miss." He stated. The boy had all but forgotten the buttplug which now sprang to life. Bzzzzzzzz. He was moaning now. This pleased the Lady. She loved the control
she had over the boy. They drove on. The boys bladder being tested. The Lady smiling wickedly and her friends poking fun at the boys pressing issue.
One of the woman spoke up, "Driver," she said giddily "Pull off at this gas station. Im thirsty. And I need to PEE." Her emphasis like a jab in his gut as he glided the car
into the filling station. "No accidents, and turn the car off for christs sake. We'll be out in a few. And dont forget your job, Driver!" The Lady was glaring at him as he
slid from his seat. He'd forgotten he was dressed as he waited for his entourage outside of the car. "Hey good lookin'! Bend over and show Daddy what you got!" Came a voice.
The boy smiled slightly, crossed his legs so his cock was tucked in front of his thighs and bent over. He didnt realize he was dancing a bit from the vibe and bladder.
Just then the buzz became a BUZZZZ. The Lady and her friends were watching from the store window. Finally after what seemed an eternity they each emerged from the store.
Each carrying yet another bag. The boy opened each door hastily. The Lady decided now would be a good time for a 'quick' smoke. She reached into her purse and fished around.
"I know theyre in here." The Lady remarked and kept fishing. Finally she decided she just needed another pack. She gave the boy some money told him what brand and sent him in after them.
In line the boy figited awkwardly. Playing on the radio was some song about waterfalls. He reached the counter, "O--ooone p-p-pack of cigga-r-r-r...." he stammered as the vibe
once again got his attention. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "RETTES!" He was yelling. The vibe stopped suddenly. The clerk looked at him. Handed him the ciggarettes.
Took the money. Gave him the change. The boy hurried out of the store. "Thank you, sir!" He exclaimed as he hit the door.
The boy was shaking as he ripped the package open, finding a ciggarette and handing it to the Lady. She took it and lit it. She seemed to be enjoying this...A lot.
She took one or two drags and put it out. "Lets be on our way." She ordered. The boy closed Her door and ran to his. Locked. He tapped the window. No reply. All he heard was
laughter. There it was. Pop. The locks popped. He grabbed the handle. Pop! The boy knew he was screwed either way. Either he begged, and broke the rule of speak only when spoken to. Or he released his bladded,
without permission. Just as he was about to beg, the door opened. "Get in. Lets go." The Lady reached in her little bag she got in the store. "You look...thirsty.
Sweety, dehydration is not healthy." She smirked and handed him a quite large water bottle. The boy was sobbing.
"Awwww, poor baby. I completly forgot you had to pee. Well, drink up and drive quick. Maybe Ill let you go in the bushes somewhere." The Lady was being sincere.
They drove on. He drank on. "Pull off here;" The Ladys voice was calm, "get out run around to my door squat down and beg." The boy did. "Lift your skirt!" The Lady demanded. Up went his skirt.
He was full on crying. "PLEASE MISS, please allow me to pee." The Lady chuckled. He continued. "Well Sweety," She looked at the water bottle "Half of it? You only drank half?"
The boy was horrified. "Yes, Miss." She sighed "Well half is all you may pee. Begin!" The urine flowed. The pain washed over him. A million stinging needles exiting his body.
"Stop!" The Lady ordered. Just then the vibe started again. The boy fought against his flow. He fought against the vibe. He fought against the pain. He was no longer peeing.
He was lying on the ground. "Can you drive?" The Ladys sweet voice returned. The boy stood up slowly, curtsied and said "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."
They were home withing the next 15 minutes. The Lady had started the vibe again. This time unrelenting. She wanted him to lose it. Which he did.
"You held out as long as you could, huh Sweety?" The Lady was standing over him enjoying his defeat with a ciggarette. She took a long drag.
"Go get cleaned up and meet me in the basement." She exhaled.

The day started like any other.
His instructions were given the night before.
He was to get up without disturbing Sir.
Go to the bathroom. Administer the waiting enema.
Plug his ass and proceed downstairs.
Once downstairs he was to make Sir breakfast.
One egg, scrambled. One pancake, extra butter. And three pieces of bacon, crisp.
As he began gathering the ingredients and cooking utensils he could feel the urgency in his bladder and stomache begin to build.
The coffee pot was switch on. The handcuffs he had slept in were starting to cut into his wrists.
Still ever so diligently he fixed his Sirs breakfast.
The egg was cooked, the bacon crisp and the pancake light and buttery. All were arranged onto a plate.
Sirs coffee was poured. Black with half a teaspoon of sugar.
This was the scariest point in the morning he thought. Sir had been out with his buddies the night before.
A couple had even came back to finish up the evening laughing and joking. Sirs friends were unrelenting of the boy.
Sir seemed to enjoy the looks that crossed his boys face. The humility. Always instructed on how to dress, he was wearing pink lace panties a pink lace bra.
His maid uniform seemed a little too small, as all his shame was brought to light. His fishnet stockings were covered at his feet by black spike heels. Cock, as always, locked up tight.
He dutifully made his way through the room of men. Heart racing. Carefully topping drinks. Bringing more drinks. Ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves.
Sir would motion to the boy from time to time. Checking to see if he needed a potty break. Of course he did. It had been hours since Sir had left.
"Good girl" is all Sir would say. Sir would then lead the boy to the bathroom to hold Sir's mighty cock while he urinated.
Oh, the scariest part of the morning. Waking sir up at the appointed time.
The boy hastened back up the stairs, breakfast laid out on a tray. To the foot of Sirs bed he anxiously moved.
The ache in his belly was not only from the enema and his bladder, it was now worry.
"Sir" he beckoned, "I have brought your breakfast."
"Shut up and open your mouth." The only reply the boy recieved.
He did exactly what he was told. He knew what was about to happen. Sir needed to pee, but did not feel like getting out of bed to do so.
His cock was rock hard. A mornings worth of pressure building it up. The boy gagged.
The warm liquid began to flow. Struggling to keep up the boy remembered his own pressing issure but was soon interupted.
"Pay attention" Sir demanded "Your dripping on the floor."
The boys eyes widened. He'd have to lick that up.
Finally it was over. Sir turned to his breakfast. "Good girl" he moaned as he greedily tour into the food.
Sir loved the boys cooking. Which was good because Sir hated to do "bitch work" as he so elegantly put it.
The boy had finished lapping up the final drops of that he'd let dribble away.
Sir told the boy to stand up for inspection. Sir looked him over. His makeup was smeared. Hair a mess. But he had done what he was told.
Sir checked to see that the buttplug was in place. He checked to see the boys cock was locked up. He checked to make sure the boy was remembering to shave.
He pressed the boys belly. The winced. Sir smiled. He could feel the contents of the boys stomache gurgling.
"Before I let you empty yourself, clean these dishes. And bring me another cup of coffee." The boy hurried away.
When the boy returned he saw Sir was up and laying some clothes out.
"Hurry up in the bathroom. I want you cleaned inside and out, make up on and hair fixed in 30 minutes. Then get in here and get dressed. We have a busy day."
The boy nodded vigously and rushed into the bathroom. He couldnt wait to remove the plug.
Sir was standing in the doorway chuckling lightly to himself.
the boys face was red. He quickly showered and fixed his make-up. Why was Sir wanting make-up on a Saturday the boy wondered. He heard the doorbell and quickly realized,
more company. Since it was the boys job to answer the door he had to make it quick. He was running out of time.
His hair wrapped in a towel he bounded for the door. Soon he was greeted by one of Sir's more obnoxious friends.
"Hello Sir, and welcome" the boy lied a little. He knew this was not going to be pleasant. But the man standing in the doorway was looking a little hungover.
Not feeling his remarks, he merely flashed his teeth and strolled in.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?" the boy asked sincerely this time.
"Cup of coffee and two aspirin" the burly man replied. "And your sweet lips on my cock" he added in a joking fashion.
The boy hurried to get the coffee and aspirin. Thankfully his Master kept his mouth and ass for himself.
The boy rushed back upstairs to finish his hair. A quick french-braid would have to work. Hopefully. He trotted back to Sir's room and presented himself again.
"Good girl, now get dressed. Your clothes are on the dresser." Sir smiled and continued what he was doing.
"Im going to be entertaining today" Sir started, " I need you to whip up some tastey snacks and drinks."
The boy nodded vigoursly. He loved preparing food for Sir and his guests.
"Oh, you might want to wear a diaper" Sir snickered "I know how tiny that bladder of yours is. Can't have you neglecting my guests."
the boy nodded again.
Soon he was dressed. His diaper. His fishnet stockings. His Maid's outfit. His bra, was blue today. His heels. He kept thinking he was forgetting something. Sir hadnt laid any panties out.
He thought because he was wearing a diaper. Sir stopped what he was doing and said "Oh, I almost forgot...this remote control butt-plug. So I can page you."
The boy bent over the bed. He would rather feel Sirs warm hard cock. After a few hard swats on the boys ass the plug was in. Locked in place. And a few more hard swats.
Sir reached over for his belt. He was just going to put it on..but decided to have a little fun. Sir raised his belt and brought it scare on the boys ass.
The boy wretched in pain. But only let a gasp escape. Again *FWAK* The boy moaned a little louder. Another *FWACK* The sting was getting to him now. He was panting.
"Your ass turns red so quickly" Sir chuckled and let loose again, this time harder.
*CRACK* The boy howled and a tear rolled. "Thank you, Sir" he sobbed.
Five or six more thunderous cracks and five or six more whails of pain. Sir stopped put his belt on and told the boy to fix his diaper and make-up then get
downstairs.
The boy panted for a minute before getting to his chore.
The doorbell rang again.
The boy was down in a flash. A woman stood before him.
"Hello Ma'am, Welcome." He averted his eyes. She stood there looking him up and down. "What a cute gurl you are." She remarked. Her hand came firmly up between his legs. "Awwwww, No potty breaks for you."
She laughed and tugged a leash. Her pet followed her head down. Once he shut the door she asked "Can you be a dear and take my toys clothes? He wont be needing them for a while."
The boy helped the Ladies slave undress and folded the clothes neatly laying them in a nearby closet.
The guest were pouring in. The little closet was filling up. One more guest was expected.
A sensation crept up the boys spine. The plug...he had to find Sir, quickly. Sir hated to wait.
Sir was sitting out by the pool enjoying The Lady playing fetch with her pet.
"Yes Sir, what can I do for you, Sir?" the boy excitedly rang out.
"How are those snack comming, girl?" Sir asked.
"I am about to start fixing them, Sir. May I be of some other service?"
"As a matter of fact my Lady friend and I could use some sunblock."
The boy produced a small tube. "I had it ready, Sir." The boy beamed. He knew how much Sir loved when he was anticipated.
"Good girl!" Sir smiled and called to his friend who was tying her pet to a tree. She hurried over and sat down. The boy oiled her up.
"Thank you, sweety." she said cheerfully as she she swatted his ass.
He then turned to Sir who was now engulfed in a heated debate over the boy and Lady and pet.
The boy paid no mind but went straght to his work. Occasionally he stop to listen. Sir's friend was wierded out by crossdressed maid boys. And grown men on leashes.
"It's my choice and the boy's choice, sometimes" He snorted "Besides he enjoys it. Why I bet he's dripping wet right now." Sir lifted the boys skirt and pulled his diaper down.
"See? Just that little bit and she's dripping wet." Sir chuckled. "Get on back to what you were doing, girl."
the boy hurried off to the kitchen. Before he got there he noticed drinks were empty. He rushed around filling glasses, fetching cold cokes, beers. Whatever Sir's guests needed.
The burly man was sitting in front of the TV.
"Sir, May I get you anything?" The boy asked politely.
"Yea, get your little bitch ass in that kitchen and fix some food." The man growled.
The boy rolled his eyes. "I was on my way, Sir. Thank you, SIr." The boy trotted off.
The day wore on and night was rolling in. The boy had been so busy all day he didnt realize his diaper was soaked. Sir would only allow one diaper change per 12 hours.
It had been about that. The boy squished over to Sir who was laughing and joking and now drinking. "What is it little girl?" He asked.
The boy looked around. "My diaper is wet, Sir. May I be excuse to freshen up?" The boy asked carefully.
Sir loved being asked for simple things like this. It confirmed his power over the boy. "How about you take that diaper off, put it on your head and go bend over?" Sir said with a devious tone.
As the boy hesitated Sir had already produced rope. "Over the picnic table is fine, and hurry up."
The boy could tell this wasnt a request and quickly did as he was told.
As quickly as the boy bent over Sir was on top of him tieing him to the table.
First his ankles. Tight! Sir didnt want the boy closing his legs. Next his arms. Followed by his body. All tightly tied to the table. The boy could feel the juices flowing from his cock.
He heard the lady tugging at her pet. Telling him earned a treat. The boy cringed. Sir motion to the Ladies pet. And in one solid motion yanked the boys hair until his mouth was open.
the Lady giggled. "Oh Sweety," she said "Dont look so scared. My pet is gentle." The boys eyes widened as the Lady's pet had his fully erect cock poking the back of the boys throat.
The boy moaned in excitement and frustration. And with every thrust gagging and gurgling. The Ladies pet was well endowed. What felt like two feet of hot cock was thrusting
in and out of the boys lipsticked mouth. Before long he felt the butt plug slide out of his ass. He then felt someone rubbing his ass with some substance. It was moist and cool. Lube. The Lady leaned in "Sweety, Ive waited a long time
and cool. Lube. The Lady leaned in" Sweety, Ive waited a long time for my pet and I to fuck you!" With one push her long dildo was in. The pressure was exhausting. The boy moaned.
Pain and pleasure. Quivering. Good thing he was tied.
He would have fallen over. Before long the two were in perfect stride. One in. One out. Back and forth. The Ladys pets sweat dripped on the boys head.
The Lady chuckled in excitement. "Whenever you are ready to cum my pet..." Almost like clockwork the boys mouth filled. The cum was warm, salty. He hoped he didnt have to swallow.
But he knew Sir would want him to. After all the Lady was a dear friend. The Ladys pet withdrew his cock and the boy licked at it. Cleaning every drop. It was over.
Even the Lady withdrew. With a quick slap on the ass the Lady said "Sweety, when its time to return the favor, my pet will be ready." The Ladys pet widened his eyes.
She then walked over to her pet produced a small plastic tube and lock. "Thats the last time you get to cum for a while, my little pet." She laughed as she locked the tube on his cock.
The boy lay tied to the table still gasping for air. Sir leaned in "I have a fresh diaper for you." He strapped the diaper on and released the boy.
"Get back to work." Sir smiled evily. Sir knew that little fuck would have the boy wet. An appetizer Sir thought. And he was right. The boy's mind was a flutter with ideas.
Needs. Itd been a while since he last orgasmed. And a while since Sir last milked him. He had some pressure.
The boy went back to serving drinks. The guests were beginning to leave. Before long the house was empty. Except the Lady and her pet. Sir was upstairs getting somethings.
The boy was cleaning up the house. The Lady enjoying watching the boy. And her pet nervously eyeing her.
Soon Sir found what he was looking for. A small key. A peice of paper. And a collar. Sir handed all three items to the LAdy. In turn she handed Sir the leash. Her pet was horrified.
The Lady put the collar on the boy. And sir led the pet into the basement. Sir soon returned. The Lady and boy were sitting on the couch. The Lady was anyway. The boy wasnt allowed on furniture.
Sir explained that the boy was on loan while he whipped the Ladies pet into as fine a maid as he was. The Lady beamed. "I dont feel like doing it myself. And he can be a bit stubborn.
But you accept orders readily."
Sir interjected "Sometimes."
With a pat on the head Sir dismissed the boy "Good girl."