Becky's Slave

Becky's Slave

Chapter 9

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Mistress Hilda made me dress Mary after I cleaned her. I felt so humiliated as I washed her cock and balls. Mistress Hilda cursed me and humiliated me further by spanking my sore ass in front of Mary because I was not as attentive as she said I should be. Then she made me stand in the corner with my nose to the wall. I felt so relieved when Mary was gone.

As dinnertime approached, Mistress Hilda instructed me on several matters of protocol for serving guests. “I want you to remember to do as I have instructed. We will have a couple of guests tonight for dinner, and your performance had better be perfect. Otherwise you will be punished.” I got that sick feeling again. I was hoping it would just be Mistress Hilda and I this evening. I nervously wondered what disgusting acts she would make me do tonight. Mistress Hilda went off to her study to talk on the phone. She returned an hour later. “Carol and her sister, Lana, are coming over tonight. Set up 3 places at the dinner table. I want plenty of wine too. Chill several bottles.” Mistress walked up to the stove and inspected what I had been doing. She tasted the food, but did not say anything, so I assumed it was to her liking. “Go get cleaned up. I have your clothes laid out again for you. I want you to be fresh for the guests.” Mistress walked towards the bedroom where I would shower. “Hurry, I want you finished before they get here.”

I quickly removed my stockings and garter belt. Then I reached behind me to remove the fake breasts. “No! No, they will remain in place. You are not to take those off…for any reason!” I slowly turned and went into the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower Mistress yelled again. “And you leave that worthless clit of yours alone, except to wash it! Do you understand me?” I promptly replied, then turned on the shower. I shaved my legs and my clit and as Mistress Hilda had instructed me to do each time I showered. When I got out of the shower to dry off, I looked into the mirror again and marveled at how the breasts looked on me. When I returned to the bedroom, Mistress was talking on the phone; this time to Becky.

“Yes Becky I am doing fine. I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know how she is doing.” I could barely hear my wife's voice. “Good, I am glad you have reconsidered. I will start her on injections today.” My heart raced as I listened. Oh my God, was she talking about me? I knew she was and I new what she meant. She was going to give me female hormones. Mistress Hilda tuned and looked at me as she talked. “He has been shaved, and we will continue his training. I am sure I will have him home by Friday.” Becky began talking again, and Mistress Hilda nodded her head. “Yes, that's right. You will notice a big difference in his attitude, but the physical changes will not take place for a while.” She looked me up and down as I stood rigidly still, listening to what she was saying. “Probably a couple of weeks you may see a difference but give it a while. You will see results.” I could hear Becky talk, but I could not understand what she was saying. “Ok, Good by, I will talk to you in a few days.” She hung up the phone.

“Get over here on your knees in front of me!” I nervously dropped to my knees before Mistress Hilda. My heart began to race as I waited for her to speak. “Your training is not going as well as I thought it would Denny. I have discussed this with Becky, although I was a little more positive with her about your progress. I didn't want to alarm her. And, I think that by the end of the week, you will be doing much better. Nevertheless it will be necessary for me to start you on hormones.” I could feel my eyes blurring with tears, and I quietly interrupted her. “Please don't do that Mistress. I promise to do better. I promise I will do everything you…” She pulled her hand back as if she was going to smack my face. I tensed up and squinted my eyes, but she hesitated. “I will not tolerate any more insolence form you! This is exactly why you need the hormones. This constant protesting by you will stop.” Mistress Hilda walked toward the door. “Don't you dare move until I come back!” I stood on my knees at attention for several minutes, waiting for her return. I could hear the faint sound her movements in the house. Soon she appeared in the door. She had a syringe in her right hand. My heart sunk as she slowly walked up to me. She used a cotton swab with alcohol to sterilize a place on my left arm. I closed my eyes as she stuck me with the needle.

“Now get up and get dressed.” My heart was still racing, and I actually felt a little nauseated. I don't know whether it was the injection, or just the fear of what the hormones would do. “I don't want to hear another word of protest about your injections. You will get one two times a day for the next 3 days. Then you will get one each week, until I am satisfied of your progress.” I kept telling myself not to worry. Becky would not hurt me. She would not let anything happen to me. I loved her and she loved me. She would not hurt me.

As I got to my feet I could see on the bed several feminine articles of clothing; fish net stockings, a black garter belt, a wispy pair of black see through panties, and a collar with a bow on it. It reminded me of a maid's outfit, except there was no dress. It scared me as I realized that this would be all that I would wear when the guests arrived. Mistress Hilda walked to the door. “Get dressed I said, I don't have all day. I want you to report to me in 5 minutes.” Then she left the room. I quickly slid the stockings over my smooth shaved legs. I put the garter belt on and attached the stockings. I loved the feel and look of my new clothes. For the first time since Mary had left, I could feel myself getting excited. I put the same high heels on that I had worn earlier. I bent over the bed and picked up the collar, and snapped it on my neck with the bow in the front. I quickly went to the mirror to see how I looked. “I was shocked at how feminine I looked. My cock twitched as I ran my hands up my legs to my breasts. I instinctively dropped my right hand to my clit. I became erect in a few seconds. I loved the feel of my shaved balls. Suddenly I had an enormous urge to cum. Oh, I wanted to cum so badly. A drop of precum formed on my piss slit as I rubbed my balls. If Mistress Hilda saw me now she would really be upset. I quickly adjusted my breasts and walked slowly into the living room. By then my engorged clit had grown limp and I was presentable to Mistress Hilda.

“Get the table ready you fool! They will be here any time now.” I quickly set the table and went to the kitchen to make final preparations for serving. I grew more nervous with each passing minute. Mistress Hilda inspected the table carefully, looking for any imperfection for which to reprimand me. Suddenly, she screamed. “Get in here! Get you ass in here!” I quickly ran into the dining room, almost tripping on one of my heels. “Look at this!” She pointed to a water glass. It had a smudge near the top. I could see it plainly. Without any warning, she slapped me across the face. It was so hard and sudden that I feel backwards. Then she slapped me again. “Your worthless piece of shit! Get another glass!” I hurried to the kitchen to get the glass, and the doorbell rang. She yelled out. “Get the door!” I ran to the dining room as fast as I could. My face was burning where she slapped me, and my eyes were tearing. I then ran to the door. My heart was thumping so hard I thought I would die. I stopped at the door where Mistress Hilda was standing. I did not know what to do. I was so embarrassed, so humiliated. Now I had to open the door and be seen like this by two people I did not know. “I said get the door!”

I swallowed hard and held my breath, my chest pounding. Then I opened the door. They were stunningly beautiful, and dressed very provocatively. I don't know what I had expected, but l was impressed with their beauty. They both starred at me with their piercing eyes. I looked down, not wanting to offend them. I could feel their eyes on me. They were looking me up and down. “Come in girls. Don't mind Denny. She is very shy, and poorly trained.” They stepped through the doorway starring at me again as they walked by. My faced was burning with embarrassment as I struggled to gain some resemblance of composure. “Where are your manners Denny? Greet them properly.” I fell to my knees in front of one of them and began kissing her leather boots.

“This is Carol. Carol and I work together. She also helps with training. That's enough Denny. Now greet Lana.” I moved over the Lana and began kissing her sandals. The scent of her foot immediately filled my senses. Her bright red nail polish was exciting as well. “Lana is Carol's sister.” I followed them to the living room on my hands and knees as Hilda made small talk. Both girls were probably in their mid to late 20s, about 5 foot 5, and very well endowed. My clit began to swell as an erotic sense filled the room. Both of them wore very short dresses that barely covered their ass, and they were low cut in the front. “Would you like a glass of wine?” Both nodded as Mistress Hilda looked at me and pointed to the kitchen. I quickly rose us and ran to get it. My face burned with embarrassment when I returned a few minutes later with a tray. I nervously placed the glasses in front of them on the coffee table.

Carol began to laugh. “What is that little pathetic thing hanging between her legs?” The all laughed as my face burned even deeper. I knew it would be a humiliating night. They laughed and taunted me while I opened the wine and poured their glasses. Marge sipped on her wine quickly consuming most of it. “Over her Denny, I want some more.” She held the glass in her lap so I would have to come closer to her to pour. As I poured, she took her perfectly manicured finger and used the tip of her nail to tickle the underside of my clit. The girls roared in laughter. I was so embarrassed I spilt some wine on the floor. This displeased Mistress Hilda and she used the incident to punish me. “Excuse me girls for his clumsiness. Denny come over her right now!” Her voice was not as loud as usual, probably so as not to offend her guests. But I could tell she was not happy, and I quickly walked to her side. “Get to your knees Denny.” My face flushed again. My embarrassed was so great that my ears were actually burning. I felt that my entire life would be filled with shame and ridicule.

Mistress looked down at my clit, and then looked into my face. “You have embarrassed me in front of my guests Denny, and you must be punished for it.” Carol and Lana began snickering. “I want you to go into my study and get the little clit paddle out of my drawer.” My heart felt like it would beat of my chest. My god, I thought, was going to humiliate me beyond reason. “Go Denny. Go get it and bring it to me. You know which one it is.” I slowly got to my feet, and walked to the study. I could hear them laughing at me. I felt like a ball of nerves as I opened the drawer. I found it quickly. The soft leather handle felt comfortable in my hand. The paddle was made of soft pine, so thin that it would bend easily, making it perfect for punishing the cock and balls. I felt sick as I turned and walked back into the living room. I cautiously approached Mistress Hilda.

“Take it to Lana. I think she should punish you.” Lana's eyes lit up as I walked towards her. She held out her hand immediately and placed the handle in her palm. “Oh yes, I like this.” She smacked her palm a few times. “Oh yes, this is perfect.” She looked at Mistress Hilda, and then she looked at me. “Stand over her Denny.” I moved to her left side as she was right handed. “Spread your legs stupid!” I could feel my face burning again. I was so filled with shame and dread that I could hardly move. I ackwardly stood before them. There was no way to escape the shame. “Hold you clit out so I can punish it.” I used my left hand to grasp the head of my cock with my fingers. My heart was pounding. Lana firmly grasp the clit paddle in her hand smacked my cock. It stung but not as bad as I thought it would. “You can hit it harder than that!” Mistress Hilda called out. Lana smacked me again, much harder than the first, stinging the soft skin of my clit. “Harder!” The smile left Lana's face as she smacked a third time, so hard I could not help but cry out.

Mistress Hilda rose from the couch. “You keep your mouth shut and take your punishment!” Lana smacked my clit again, this time even harder. It felt like she was cutting into my skin. I felt like my clit was on fire. The tears began rolling down my cheek. “His balls, smack his balls too!” Lana brought the paddle up between my legs and smacked my balls hard. The pain shot though my testicles and up into the pit of my stomach. Again she smacked them. I involuntarily screamed in agony. Mistress Hilda walked up to me and smacked my face. “This is what you deserve for embarrassing me in front of my guests!” She stepped back. “Smack his balls a few more times.” Within a few seconds my balls felt like they were on fire. It hurt so bad I could not even scream again. I could barely stand up by the time she delivered the last smack.

“As you can see he is need of much training and discipline.” Mistress Hilda sat back down on the couch. “It will probably be like this all week.” They quietly talked as I stood there recovering from the punishment. My balls burned badly for several minute. Finally the severity of the pain dwindled and I became composed. Mistress Hilda ordered me to refill their glasses. Afterwards I was instructed to remove their shoes and worship their feet. Carol and Lana both enjoyed the way I kissed and caressed their feet. Their conversation gradually turned to sex. Carol and Lana both had submissive husbands, and both had affairs with straight men. Lana talked a lot about her husband, and how boring he had become. “Its nice to have another sissy like Denny to worship me for a change. In fact he is doing a great job Hilda. If he keeps that up, I may need to cum.” She spread her legs and pulled up the short dress she was wearing. As I kissed her beautiful ankles I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I noticed the wet stains on the crotch of her panties. For the first time since they had arrived, I could feel the tension in my balls. Even though the skin on my clit and balls was still burning slightly, the sight of her panties excited me. I could feel my clit swelling with sexual energy. “You can worship my legs too, my knees and my thighs.

Just a short time ago, I was in total misery at the hands of this wicked woman. Now, I was hypnotized by her beauty. I gradually kissed my way up to her knees. My nostrils were suddenly filled with her scent. Her feminine odor was strong and sexy. I could feel my clit becoming erect. I had not cum for days, and my balls were aching with excitement. Mistress Hilda stood up. “That is good Lana. You enjoy her all you want. It is good training for her. Carol and I will go into the study. I want to show her some of my work.” They both left the room as Lana grasped my head between her hands.

“Do you smell me Denny? Do you like my scent?” I inhaled deeply as she pulled my face closer to her panty-covered crotch. “Yes…a yes…ma'am. You…a you smell…a smell wonderful ma'am.” Lana pulled my nose into her panties and I inhaled again. Her scent was like an aphrodisiac. My clit sprung to attention. I could feel it sticking straight out. It was obvious that she had not showered since early morning. I could smell the odor of urine and sweat. Mixed with the heavenly scent of her wetness, her heady aroma was driving me crazy. My mind was filled with her scent, her body, her pussy. “Take my panties off Denny.” She pushed my head back, then raised her ass up. I quickly reached out and placed my fingers in the waistband of her frilly black panties. She closed her legs as I pulled then down and over her heels. I could not take my eyes off of the wet silky crotch piece. “You like them don't you Denny? You want to worship them don't you?” She knew she was driving me crazy with lust. “Yes ma'am.” I whispered. “May I worship your panties ma'am.” I suddenly felt so humbled before her, so submissive, so comfortable with her. “If you do a good job with my panties, maybe I will let you worship this.” She spread her legs exposing her thick black bush. Her shiny wet clit was swollen and it protruded through her thick matted pubic hair. Her odor was now even stronger in the air. She used her finger to massage her slick swollen clit. I watched her masturbate herself as I brought her damp panties up to my nose. I instinctively used my tongue to lick the dampness from the crotch piece. The sultry taste drove me mad with desire. I glanced down at my rigid cock. It felt as hard as it had ever felt before. I looked back at her pussy she shoved two finger into her gapping pussy hole. They made a wet slushy sound as she pushed them in and out. Once she lifted them to my nose. Her musky scent drove me mad. I thought I would cum without even touching my clit.

This went on for a long time as she pleasured herself and teased me with her scent. Finally she rubbed herself to an orgasm. I watched in awe as she closed her eyes and moaned. I wanted so badly to bury my face between her hairy smelly pussy lips. My balls were aching with desire. She layed there several minutes until she recovered from her orgasm. She looked at me harshly. “You don't think I would let you put those sissy lips on my pussy do you?” My heart sunk as I realized what she had done. I felt so stupid, thinking that I would be able to eat such a goddess. “Take my panties off of your head you little sissy!” I reluctantly removed her lovely scented panties and opened them at he feet. “Put them on me stupid! You don't think I am going to do it!” I slowly lifted each of her beautiful feet and helped her get them through the leg holes of her panties. Then I gently pulled them up her legs. She stood up and held her dress, exposing her goddess like pussy again. I got another wonderful smell of her muskiness as I pulled her panties into place. She turned and pushed her ass into my face.

“Kiss it sissy boy!” I needed not further encouragement. I pushed my face against her pantied ass and kissed her cheeks until she stopped me. She pulled her panties to one side and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her lovely brown colored rosebud. The musty smell of her unwashed asshole filled my nostrils. It was wonderful. My clit sprung to attention again, and precum was dripping from my piss slit. “Kiss it sissy boy. Kiss my asshole.” I suddenly heard Mistess Hilda and Carol enter the room. They were standing near by watching. “Kiss it I said!” I leaned forward and pushed my lips between her asschecks. Just as they touched her rosebud, it relaxed and she let loose with a thunder of gas. Laughter roared from Mistress Hilda and Carol. Again I felt so stupid. She had tricked me twice and I fell for it. My face was burning with shame as the fould smell of her intestines permeated my nostrils I pulled back and looked down at my shrinking clit.

She turned around an joined in the laughter.

Mistress Hilda made me open another bottle of wine and they continued their conversation. Soon I served dinner. I was forced to crawl under the table, servicing their needs as they demanded. They did not offer any food at all. Mistress Hilda made me fetch still another bottle of wine as they ate, drank and laughed, make me the blunt of their jokes. It was the most humiliating night of my life. When they were finished with dinner, Lana decided to take a nap. Mistress Hilda told me to help Lana into the guest room and cater to her needs. I helped her out of her clothes, and once again my clit swelled at the sight of her beautiful body. Between the wine and the orgasm she had earlier, Lana quickly drifted off to sleep as I rubbed her feet. My clit was rock hard as gazed at her voluptuous body.

I soon hear Mistress Hilda voice. “Get in her Denny! Clean up the mess out here, then come to my room.” Mistress Hilda and Carol was arm in arm, each had a wine bottle in their hand. They walked towards Mistress Hilda's bedroom. “I want you in here in 15 minutes.” I quickly cleaned up the mess from the table and the counter. I knew that I must hurry, so as not to displease Mistress Hilda. She had drunk so much wine I was afraid of what she would do. I watched the clock closely. Just as the time was up I scurried to her bedroom. It was very quiet. I peeked in to see Mistess Hilda and Carol laying on the bed. They were holding each other close and kissing. My clit began to swell and my balls stirred with excitement. I wanted to cum so badly. I tiptoed into the room and got to my knees. “I am here Mistress.”

To be continued in Chapter 10