Message-ID: <12971eli$9807122337@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Teddy Rosen Subject: STORY: "Party Pink" (F/m, S&M, oral/anal, cross-dressing) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: sydo122@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35A8FF68.2612@earthlink.net> Usual Disclaimer: Adult entertainment. Please e-mail or post feedback to author. Thanks. ------- Party Pink Tony had a longtime fantasy he wanted to fulfill. His wife had gone out of town to visit relatives. Taking advantage of his new found freedom, we made reservations for two to a local S&M party held every weekend at a crumbling old Victorian that had been converted into a dungeon. Of course, we had to have the right party clothes. We went to a store on Haight Street that sells attire for strippers and prostitutes. Tony picked out a see-through white-mesh mini-dress. He already wearing a pink satin thong, the shimmering fabric nicely complemented the dress. I could tell Tony was turned on by his reflection in the dressing room mirror. I stood behind him, rubbed my breasts against his back and stroked his penis while he watched our reflection. I told him not to touch it for the rest of the day; only when he peed, and then only two shakes. I pinched the tip of his penis, causing him to draw his breath sharply, and told him if I caught him masturbating his punishment would be severe. He nodded vigorously. I continued rubbing his penis and balls, until his excitement grew to a peak. Then, I abruptly stopped and gave him a smack on the ass, and told him to get dressed in his regular clothes. After visiting a few specialty shoe stores, we found a pair of 6-inch stilettos in the same shade of pink. San Francisco is a great city to live in if you’re looking for high heels in large sizes. On the way to Tony’s house, we picked up champagne and a bottle of bubble bath. Tony wanted to shave his legs, and I convinced him it would be better for me to do it. We passed a joint back and forth, and drank a few glasses of bubbly while the bathtub filled with water. When the tub was full, Tony and I stepped in. I took a soapy washcloth and worked it all over his body, lingering at his crotch. He moaned when I used the soapy washcloth to stroke his penis, which was hard as a rock. I stroked him and told him not to come, he wasn’t allowed to come until that party tonight. I told to get on his hands and knees, and he did so eagerly, spreading his legs for me. I made him wait until I saw goosebumps appear, I knew his bottom was getting cold, up in the air like that. He turned and looked at me imploringly, and arched his back, offering his ass to me. I gave him a hard smack on the ass, and told him to bring his knees together and look straight ahead. He obeyed. I wet his bottom with water from the bath and spanked him, harder this time, admonishing him for being so impudent, for even suggesting what I could and could not do to him. He whimpered as my hand slapped his wet bottom, he’d never felt the sting of a wet spanking before. When his bottom was nicely reddened, I told him to get up on his knees and wring out the washcloth. He dropped the washcloth several times, in nervous anticipation of what was to come. I gave him a hard smack on the ass each time he dropped it. His hand trembled when he handed the washcloth back to me. I stretched the washcloth out, and wet it halfway. I ordered Tony back on his hands and knees again. I whipped the washcloth across his ass and the back of his thighs, repeatedly, swinging harder with each successive stroke. When Tony began to sob and tuck his bottom under him, squeezing his cheeks together, I ordered him to give his ass to me. He knew this meant he was to spread his legs as far as he could, and arch his back as he had earlier. Unfortunately, the tub was rather narrow, and even with his knees apart as far as they could go, I didn’t have as clear a view of his asshole as I wanted. I told him to reach around with both hands, and pull his cheeks apart. He could rise up part way, but was to bend over as much as he could. Tony obeyed, his knees slipping a little at first. I gave him another smack with the washcloth, and he found his balance. This was an awkward position for him in the tub, I enjoyed making him hold it for a few minutes while he anticipated my next move. I sat on the edge of the tub and put my middle finger into my very wet pussy. I traced the finger around Tony’s anus, and he moaned with pleasure. I pressed against it, teasing him, making him think I was going to penetrate him, but didn’t. His penis was rock hard, moistened my hand with the juice from my pussy and lightly trailed my fingertips on the underside of his cock. He sighed deeply, and lost his grip on his bottom cheeks. I told him this called for another washcloth-whipping, and pushed him back down on all fours. I wet the washcloth again and aimed it between his cheeks this time. The wet end of the washcloth slapped against his anus and the underside of his balls. When his whimpers turned into open-mouthed cries, I dropped the washcloth and told him to stand up. Tony stood before me, trembling and wet as I sat on the edge of the tub. I licked the tip of his hard cock, a quick, light lick that made him groan loudly. He had been erect for most of the bath, and I could see he desperately wanted a release. I lathered up the lower half of his body with shaving cream. He murmured a half-hearted protest when I spread the shaving cream over his crotch. I pinched his bottom and told him if he wanted to be a real girl, all the hair below his waist would have to go. His erection never faltered, even as I wisked the safety razor over his balls. Tony’s upper body was thin but muscular, he had a boyish, hairless chest. It took a long time to remove all the hair from his legs and crotch. When we were done, I stood and stepped out of the tub, and told him to rinse himself off. As Tony showered briefly, and emerged clean-shaven, his erection still jutting out before him. I could have hung a plant off his penis, it was rock hard. When Tony reached for a towel to dry him self, I reprimanded him; I hadn’t given him permission. I ordered him on his knees, on the tile floor, dripping wet. He knelt before me and toweled of my legs, which were still damp from the bath. After my legs were dry, I pushed his head down until it was near the floor. He knew the signal, and kissed my feet over and over again, reverentially, until the water droplets on his back had evaporated. Only then did I allow him to dry himself off. The chill of the drying water reduced Tony’s penis into a frightened pink shrimp. I told him he had to clean out the bathtub and wipe the floor, on his knees, keeping his legs spread wide apart. He swallowed hard and began to murmur some excuse. I told him if he failed to give me a clear view of his privates while he cleaned, I would shackle his ankles to a spreader bar, forcing his legs wide apart. This would make the task much more difficult, and of course a punishment would follow. Tony quickly sank to his hands and knees with his legs spread wide, voluntarily. I allowed him to put a towel under his knees while he cleaned, and he thanked me and kissed my hands and feet. Tony cleaned the bathroom quickly, his ass open, cock and balls dangling for me to see, with admirable efficiency and grace. When the bathroom was cleaned, I gave Tony permission to put on his new clothes. The silky thong felt especially luxuriant against his newly-shaven skin. He put the white-mesh dress on, and admired himself in the mirror. I pinched his nipples and scolded him for taking too many loving looks at himself as I helped him apply makeup. We found a lipstick that matched the same pink of his thong and shoes. The final touch was the long, curly wig; Tony was transformed from a dark, handsome boy to a sexy blonde vixen. My own clothes were more pedestrian. I wore one of Tony’s suits and a tie. I slicked back my shoulder length hair, and tied it in a ponytail. I wasn’t nearly as convincing a man as Tony was a woman, but Tony was overjoyed and told me I looked stunning. As Tony put on his coat, we shared another joint and had a final glass of champagne. He’d eaten nothing that day, his stomach was too full of butterflies in anticipation of the party. He wobbled in his new heels and I allowed him to hold my arm for security as we walked to the car. We arrived at the party a little after 10 p.m. Tony was nervous and excited, he kept checking his make-up in the rearview mirror, making it difficult for me to drive. When I told him he was not only going to be punished for touching my mirror, but humiliated as well, he squealed with delight. The house was dimly lit and crowded with people. I allowed Tony to remove his stiletto heels to walk down the steep stairs to the dungeon in the basement. There was a rack, stocks, a sling, and even bunk beds. The dungeon was nearly empty, except for two other men in drag. I led Tony to a floor-to-ceiling iron cage against the wall at the far side of the room. I was drawn to the cage by the mirror inside; I knew how much Tony liked to watch himself. Using a thick rope, I tied Tony standing up, , to the outside of the cage. I tied his arms over his head, and his legs as far apart as they could go. I told him not to take his eyes of the mirror in the cage, and soon he was bursting out of his pink thong. Several drag queens gathered to watch; Tony could see them in the mirror. I lifted up his dress, pulled his thong to the side, and fingered his ass and told him that I was going to whip him good and hard, and afterward, let everyone watching take turns fucking him in the ass. By the way he squirmed and protested, but I knew he really loved the idea. I tucked the hem of his dress into the waistband of the thong, and whipped him with a long leather flogger until his bottom was bright red. I switched to a small, sharp whip and snapped it on his inner thighs and at his crotch, until he begged me to stop. I played with his nipples and stroked his chest, and asked him what he would do to please me. He said “Anything, anything.” He was breathing hard. I untied him and told him to get on the floor, on his and knees. I pushed his dress up, and told him to keep it up, or else he’d get a spanking. I forced his legs apart, snapping at his inner thighs with the small whip. I ordered him to crawl to the wall at the end of the room, in front of all the drag queens who were watching, and crawl back. With a hard smack on the ass, I said, “Go!” One of the drag queens, a tall redhead, couldn’t take her eyes off him, her eyes followed Tony’s ass back and forth across the room. I took a riding crop from the bag, and when he returned, kneeling at my feet, I told him to lean his torso back and rest his weight on his hands. When he did, I stood over him and caressed his nipples, his cock and balls with slow strokes of the crop. Then I slapped his nipples with the end of the crop, until he gasped in pain. Then I told him to reach down with his hand, and pull down his thong. I wanted him to hold his balls out for me while I whipped them. Tony, hesitated, eyes wide. I slapped him across the face, hard and told him to strip naked. While he undressed, I whipped him with the crop, scolding him for not obeying me, telling him to move faster, faster. When he was naked except for the pink stilettos, I ordered him to assume the same position; kneeling while leaning back on his hands. I told him not to disappoint me, and ordered him to hold his balls out for me again. He complied quickly this time, supporting himself with his left arm while cupping the balls in his right hand. I whipped his balls and his erect penis lightly at first, then harder, until I saw him trembling to hold his position. I asked the redheaded drag queen if she’d like to play; she smiled broadly. I handed her the riding crop and asked her to place it on the floor at the far corner of the room. I told Tony he was to crawl again, naked this time, with his legs spread apart, while a growing crowd of people watched. He was to bring the riding crop back in his mouth, and if he left teethmarks, he was going to get the beating of his life. As Tony crawled, I asked the redhead if she or her friends would like to join. A slender Black cross-dresser in a gold mini-skirt stepped forward. We all formed a line in front of the cage, waiting for Tony’s return. I told Tony to kneel before the redhead at the far left. I told Tony he was going to work his way down the line, pleasing each one of these ladies. That shocked him, I could see him swallow even as he held the crop in his teeth. He crawled on his knees before the Redhead. She held out a well-manicured hand for the crop, and he placed it in her palm. The Redhead looked at the crop handle, and made tsk-tsk sounds, and showed me the teethmarks. We agreed he deserved a harsh punishment. The Redhead had brought a thick wooden board; she told Tony to stand up and grab his ankles. The Redhead had a good arm, soon Tony was yelping loudly. After Tony counted off twenty good whacks, thanking The Redhead after each one, she patted him on the bottom and told him to move on. The second lady-in-waiting, Black Beauty, said that Tony made too much noise, and needed a gag. I searched through our bag of toys and found an inflatable gag (a gag with pump-like mechanism to inflate the mouthpiece) Beauty put the gag on Tony, and inflated the mouthpiece until Tony raised his hand for her to stop. Looking deep into his eyes, she stroked him until he was fully erect, and then tied a pink gift-wrapping ribbon tight around his cock and balls, making a bow. Beauty told Tony to go upstairs and fetch a chair, and his cock better be hard when he came back. It was. Tony brought back the chair and put it down where Beauty directed him. She bent him over the back of it, and sliced a long, bamboo cane through the air. When Tony reflexively tightened his bottom cheeks together at the “swoosh” sound, Beauty gave him a spank, and told him to hold still. Beauty administered only a few cane strokes before Tony was screaming against the gag and kicking up his legs. Beauty told Tony to get up. I could see wet streaks of tears around his eyes. I told Tony he had disappointed me again, failing to hold still for his punishment. Beauty said another position might be more effective and told Tony to turn the chair around. She ordered Tony to kneel on the seat of the chair with his hands on the back and his bottom jutting out. Tony complied, trembling slightly. His back was bright pink, and his bottom was deep red. I could see about half a dozen welts from Beauty’s cane. Redhead held Tony’s hands down as Beauty applied the cane again. Tony flinched and struggled to hold his position. Beauty punctuated her cane strokes with hand-slaps to Tony’s balls and harsh tugs on his penis, while Redhead whispered “Hold still...uh-oh I saw that! You better hold still!” into Tony’s ear. Tony had to be reminded of proper positioning several times; each stroke of the cane made him draw his legs slightly together and tuck his bottom in. When his ass and thighs were criss-crossed with welts, Beauty allowed him to stand up and remove the gag. I could tell by the contour of Tony’s mouth that his jaw ached. Beauty ordered Tony to his knees and tied his hands behind his back. She pulled his head under her mini-skirt, and pushed Tony’s face into her crotch. Then she pulled Tony’s head away, and put a condom in his mouth and told him to put it on with his teeth. Tony had to put the condom packet on the ground to tear it open with his teeth. He spent several miserable minutes with his head on the floor, bottom in the air, struggling to open the packet while the three of us berated him for his clumsiness. Finally, Beauty mercifully stepped on one end of the packet so he could tear it open with his teeth. Tony took the condom out with his lips and lifted himself up halfway before dropping it. Beauty chided Tony, stroking his be-ribboned cock while Redhead pinched his nipples and threatened him with another paddling if he dropped it again. Tony dropped the condom several times before he was able to get it on Beauty’s cock. Beauty helped him unroll it onto her cock, and made Tony suck it while the Redhead and I watched. Beauty stopped Tony after a few minutes, and untied his hands. Red marks from the rope encircled his wrists. Beauty motioned Redhead towards her, and whispered in her ear. Redhead’s excitement was evident through her tight velvet dress. They pushed Tony down on his hands and knees, and placed a bottle of lubricant in front of him. Tony picked up the bottle with one hand, keeping the other on the floor, and applied a small amount of lubricant to Beauty’s, and then Redhead’s palm. They stood in front of him and forced him to watch as they rubbed their cocks--the Redheads was especially large. Tony lubricated his asshole while the two Queens masturbated. Under Beauty’s direction, Tony pushed his index finger in and out of his ass to prepare for the Redhead’s cock. When Tony’s ass was deemed ready, Beauty sat on the chair and motioned Tony forward. She forced her cock into Tony’s mouth, while the Redhead put on a condom, and then opened up Tony’s ass with her (much larger) fingers. Tony moaned loudly when Redhead pushed her cock into Tony’s ass; Redhead held still until Tony’s cries subsided, and then continued pushing forward slowly, an inch at a time. Beauty had to smack Tony’s face to remind him to pay attention to the cock in his mouth. Redhead gently pushed her cock forward into Tony’s ass and held it there, allowing Tony’s muscles to relax. Redhead began thrusting in and out gently, in rhythm with Tony’s head bobbing on Beauty’s cock. Redhead’s thrusts became harder, as Beauty moaned and came. Tony continued to hold the tip of Beauty’s cock in his mouth while the Redhead fucked Tony’s ass harder and harder, slamming her body against him. Redhead pounded her cock into Tony’s ass for at least twenty minutes before she finally came. I let Tony rest for a few minutes before I ordered him to crawl back to me. As he stood in front of me, I took a knife from my belt, and pressed the cold metal to Tony’s neck. Tony stiffened and held his breath. I slid the smooth side of the knife across Tony’s nipples, down his stomach and along the inside of his thighs. When I pressed the metal against Tony’s balls, he began screaming, more out of terror and fear than pain. Tony’s penis went limp. Redhead clamped a hand over Tony’s mouth while I teased him with the cold blade. I cut the ribbons off of Tony’s genitals and then told Tony to bring me the blindfold. Tony searched through our bag, knelt at my feet and presented me with the blindfold. I covered his eyes, and gestured to Redhead and Beauty to join us. Tony’s cock was limp and small. Beauty stroked it Tony’s with an ostrich feather while I tongued his nipples. When Tony grew erect, Redhead rubbed his raw bottom and cupped his balls in her hands. As I pinched his nipples and kissed his mouth, Beauty stroked his cock, long, slow strokes. Tony moaned as he sucked my tongue, and thrust his hips forward. Beauty withdrew her hand, until he begged her to touch him. She made him beg several times, and then rubbed him faster, using more pressure. Then Beauty and the Redhead alternated, each taking turns stroking Tony’s cock. Each time they started with the same light touch and slow rhythm that gradually increased. When Tony began moaning and arching his back, indicating he was close to coming, they would stop, withdraw their hands, leave him waiting a moment in suspense, before the other took over. Tony was moaning loudly, his whole body tense, his face dripping with sweat. I knew the teasing was making him crazy, he was ready to burst. We paused to prolong his agony; Beauty gave me her panties, frilly lace ones. I balled them up and forced them into Tony’s mouth. Then I took the lubricant and moistened my hand. I began stroking his cock with my slick, wet hand. With the other hand, I cupped his balls. Redhead and Beauty ran their hands up and down Tony’s body as I stroked harder, faster, biting his nipples. Tony screamed as he came, a loud, hoarse cry that expressed his pent-up longing for an entire day. Beauty, Redhead and I all smiled at the sound. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----