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As soon as I entered the house I heard noise coming from the living room and I knew Master and Lady April were playing might. Of course this turned me on and I loved to watch them almost as much as they liked to be watched. Quickly I stashed my shopping bags in my bedroom and stripped down to my white bra, panties and my stocking which were white with little pink hearts on them. Halfway down the hallway toward our spacious living room, I saw Paulo, completely naked with his cock stiff and upright against his belly. He took my breath away and I pressed myself against the wall so he didn't see me because I wanted to spy on them.

The odd thing was he seemed to be just standing there, occasionally stroking his stiffness and looking in the direction of the sofa. He didn't say anything, but he did smile once and a while and I felt my desire for his stiff manhood grow.
Look at it, so big and beautiful, I want to suck it. I have to feel it in my throat like April does. Why do I have to get so scared every time?

"Eeeeese, aser, eeeeese.” Finally I heard this low wail of distress and although I couldn't see April I knew she must be gagged and the sound was coming from her. Slowly I moved a little further down the hallway to try to get far enough to see the sofa.

I almost gasped when I saw her. There naked and bound on the sofa was My Lady, but Master was not treating her like a lady in the traditional sense. Her naked body was trussed up with rope in a body-bending hogtie which had her helplessly lying on her belly on the couch with her arms together and bent back to be tied to her bent forward ankles. Bizarrely, even her long raven hair formed in a ponytail and tied with a rope which after pulling her head back sharply descended into the tangle of arms and ankles until I lost sight of where it went. In her mouth was a huge ring gag, fitted inside her teeth and leaving her mouth open in a painfully stretched O. Clearly she could make noise, but not articulate anything close to speech.

Now I understood what Master was doing; tormenting his slave with utter helplessness, a painful bondage, a forced open mouth, and his erect and tempting cock which she wanted to suck so badly. I knew she did because I wanted it in my mouth.

As I continued to bear witness, Paulo escalated his teasing and torture of April in a variety of ways. Once he slipped his fingers between her helpless legs to frig her pussy and fondle her clit until she cried out and then he stopped. Several times he brought his cock right up to her face, which was poised conveniently at the edge of the sofa just hanging there. He would rub it on her face or rest it on her lower lip, but if she tried to squirm forward so it would go deeper he would pull it away. Lastly he went behind her and reached down to touch something near her bottom and she went crazy, squirming like she was in pain.

April's inarticulate moaning and her reactions to the sexual torture had a profound effect on me. First I felt like I was tied up like her and I kept staring at Paulo's massive cock. At one point I reached down into my panties and felt my clitty which was as hard as it had been in months. The more it went on, the more I imagined myself as April, his number one slave and finally when Master began slapping April's breasts, I lose control and moaned.

Of course this gave my presence away. “Ah, look, slave, my other bitch is home. She's been spying on us. I'll bet she wants to be where you are.” Paulo smiled slyly at me, but he couldn't have had any idea how right he was.

Having been discovered, I shyly came into the living room and Master pointed to the end of the sofa closet to me. I sat down there and from April's mouth came a long low wail which called my attention to her. Looking at her, I saw how brutal her hogtie was, how the ropes cut into her skin, but I also saw something even more shocking.

When I first saw her I assumed what Master touched on her bottom was a butt plug, but it wasn't. Instead a shiny metal hook had been inserted into her anus and it was attached to the taut rope which ran to her raven ponytail and kept her head bent up and back. Therefore every time April moved her head, she pulled on a hook buried deep in her ass.

"Master, may I speak?"

"You may.” Paulo granted.

"Please give her relief. She needs your cock. She wants to be fucked.” As I pleaded for April, my eyes never left Master's stiff cock, which was perhaps a telltale sign of where my thoughts were.

"How do you know, pretty bitch?” Paulo's tone was strict and I wondered if he intended to tie me up too.

I hesitated at his question unsure of what to say.

"Come now, pretty one, you've come this far, don't lose your nerve now. How do you know my slut wants cock? What tells you she wants to be fucked? Are you communicating with her with telepathy?” Paulo was a master at pulling things out of reluctant subs.

The anxiety came and I panicked. Looking At April, I pleaded again. “Please, Master, it's not important how I know. I just do. Can't you just give her what she needs?"

"No, and I say what is important here. Take your bra and panties off, slave. I want you naked.” Paulo's tone left no room for argument and I obeyed. Soon I stood before him in only my stockings.

"Ahh, how interesting, something is rising. Are you excited, bitch? Why would your little clitty be getting in an uproar. I think you need to face something.” Paulo had immediately noticed how my tiny penis was as engorged as its shrunken state allowed.

Just like when April had confronted me with my cross-dressing, I got all hot and felt dizzy for a moment, but Paulo was unrelenting.

"So tell me, Stacy, how do you know my slut needs cock? What insight do you have? Understand if you don't tell me, she'll never get it.” Now Paulo was driving a hard bargain because he knew he had the upper hand.

"Please, Master, don't make me, please.” Through my heated dizziness I pleaded and then tears came. “I . . . I can't . . . daddy says it's not right. I can't say it."

"Yes, because men don't do that, do they? That's what Daddy taught you. He started it, but if you had brothers they were only too happy to reinforce it. Anyone who disagreed or thought otherwise was weeded out, call a fag and ostracized or worse. When you got to school your peers took over and they reminded you with jokes and dirty stories about how desiring a penis was disgusting and unmanly. You listened, learned, and suppressed anything which would make you different.” Paulo paused and I looked at him as if he was indeed a god. I couldn't believe a man like him, a real man, one of those I'd been pressured to emulate could possibly know as much about what my life had been like as he seemed to.

"Don't you see, it was all bullshit. I know it's hard, but just let go of it. Let me prove it to you.” Paulo had already done more than I could imagine, but he wasn't done because he took one more amazing step.

He walked over to me and went to his knees. “A real man like me would never do this, would he?” Dropping his head, he took the head of my hormone-shrunken penis into his mouth. For a few moments he suckled it and then he looked up at me.

Shocked beyond words, I simply stared at him with no words or thought in my head, but as I did the heat and the dizziness subsided and a wave of relief swelled over me. If Paulo could do that, what was a femme, sissy boy like me worried about? He had singlehandedly laid the macho ghosts to rest and freed me to fully explore my female sexuality.

"Do you have something to tell me?” Paulo stood up and I looked down at his erection.

"I know My Lady wants your cock because I want it too.” Now I cried more, but I managed to push out the words I wanted to say. “Master, may I suck your cock."

"You should say that from your knees, slave. It's much more appealing.” He smiled slyly at me.

Instantly dropping to my knees, I looked up at him and repeated the words. “Master, may I suck your cock, please."

"You may and remember to enjoy what you're doing. A slave enjoys serving.” He let me start and like any first timer I was tentative. Licking first, I couldn't believe how big and hard it was, but I managed to stretch my lips around the bulbous head and then I sucked as hard as I could manage. Remembering how April had done it, I began to force Master's shaft deeper as deep until half of it was in my mouth, but it was obvious not much more would go in. Gently he took hold of my head and fucked my face hole as I'd seen him do many times with his number one slut.

"Lick my balls, bitch.” The crude command came as he let go of my head and I pulled off and obeyed, licking his balls and finally his asshole before we stopped for a moment to untie April.

Lady April's first words to me were spoken as she hugged me. “I knew you could do it, Stacy, you just needed a push."

For the next half hour I shared Master's cock with my fellow slave and we were both in submissive heaven. We could both look into each other's eyes and see how pleased we were to serve the same Master. After a while April backed off and whispered in my ear. “He's close now. Keep sucking and soon he'll give you your first reward. You've earned it."

Excited, I deep-throated Master with abandon until trails of spit ran down over my tiny tits. Soon he erupted with a load of semen and I swallowed every drop. As I knelt there with my messy face and the taste of Paulo on my lips I knew I had to have more. I had to have it all and I had to have it tonight.

April had gotten up and she stood beside Paulo. “It's late, Stacy, time to go to bed. I'm tired, but I need to get fucked before I can sleep so we'll see you in the morning.” They turned and headed for the stairs.

I only paused a moment because it was so bold a request, so demanding and unlike the nature I had assumed, but Stacy had to ask. “Master, may I be fucked too. I need your cock in me."

They stopped, but didn't immediately turn around. Paulo whispered in April's ear and she whispered back then she left ascending the stairway after smiling at me.

"Go to the kitchen, Stacy, and make the usual evening drinks for April and I. You may serve them, as you are.” Paulo turned and stepped toward the stairways sparking a fear inside me I would just be serving drinks.

"Oh, and you should also remove your plug and lube your anus because you never know what might happen as you serve those drinks.

Ever since that night, I've felt free and just yesterday Laura, Gabrielle, and I had this very deep conversation about guys, cocks, sex, and what we like best. Once my surgery is completed I'll be on the market with a new vagina and I'm sure I'll want to use it. I'm not sure if I should say this, but is it too naughty and slutty of me to wonder if Greg would be available. He might be fun.

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Jennifer Campbell lives, writes, and serves her Master at their secluded lakeside home in New Hampshire. The woods, the lake, and Master Jack are her strength as is the belief her books touch the hearts of submissive women and men everywhere. She maintains a website at www.jennifercampbell.webs.com and fans can reach her by email at [email protected] to ask questions or share fantasies. She has a new book, Scott's Dominant Fantasy coming out in January 2012 and she is currently at work on Annacia Comes of Age: The Final Volume of the Ranexx Series.

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Pitfalls of desire: Winston

By Jennifer Campbell

Corporate giant Winston Denning controls all the women in his life and when his wife Victoria tries to challenge him he considers condemning her to a life of virtual slavery working at a strip club he secretly owns. His maid Gina is a live sex toy and his corporate assistant Cassidy is well on her way to being one, but worst of all is his college girlfriend Tanya who is already a sex slave forced to sell her body for money and Winston's amusement. Pitfalls of Desire tells the story of what happens when Victoria unites these women and stands up to her husband to eventually turn the tables on him in as most bizarrely sexual way.

Warning: This book contains graphic depictions of non-consensual male chastity, feminization, and forced sexual service

Excerpt From Pitfalls of desire: Winston:

"Get up, bitch, get Vicky her champagne. Another Chablis for me and be quick about dinner or you'll feel my crop on your pretty backside!” After Lucinda's angry outburst, Vicky saw true fear in the servant's gray eyes as Abby got to her feet and smoothed her latex skirt down. She curtseyed low before leaving the sunroom and was just about to disappear when Lucinda added.

"Bring my crop with the drinks, slut. You'll need to be punished because you did a poor job licking my boot."

"Yes, Mistress.” Abby responded, but Vicky thought she saw the girl shiver noticeably.

Alone now, Lucinda offered Vicky a seat and continued the conversation. “So, what has happened recently with your bastard to make you so desperate now?"

Vicky looked embarrassed, but she started to explain. “Okay, well, Winston's always been abusive, something he covered up well before I married him, but for the past two years our marriage has been both loveless and sexless. He has no use for me anymore. Yesterday I found out he plans to divorce me soon and turn me into a strip club whore. Then earlier today I rescued a woman he's whored out for years while keeping her in chastity belt so she can't even touch her own body unless a customer is there to use her. There are four of us he's abusing; me, our domestic maid Gina who he's been poking two or three times a day, Cassidy, his corporate assistant who he's breaking down so he can begin to fuck her, and Tammy who I mentioned. We all want to take him down, take control of his company, and extract revenge on him. It has to be done soon because he plans to start me at the strip club on Monday.” When Vicky stopped she suddenly felt there was no hope Winston could be subdued so soon.