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Chapter 4: The Biker’s Bar
I was lead upstairs and ordered, in no uncertain terms, to get into the bathroom and freshen myself up.
“You’d better be sure that you look as feminine as you possibly can, Pippa. If you don’t manage to pass as a real female slut, then this next task will surely be your undoing!” Remarked Master Jerry as he rejoined our little group.
As rapidly as I could, I entered the bathroom. I stripped off my clothing and showered, dried myself off and set about the task of becoming Pippa once again. The outfit that I had been given this time consisted entirely of leather and lace. My wife and Mistress Lisa insisted on tying me into the waist reducing corset. It managed to bring my waist down to an incredible 24″ and, as it had all the lace ties at the rear, once they’d bound me into it, there was no way it could be removed without their help. It had the added effect of pushing my body fat upwards, forming small but very realistic boobs that just filled the three-quarter cups.
It had its own suspenders which, I connected to the Cuban heeled silk stockings I was given. I very carefully made sure that the line was straight up the back of my legs. A leather cock harness hid my manhood between my legs and some lacy silk French knickers were put over it to hide the contraption. Thigh high boots with 5″ heels were next, followed by a very short leather skirt. A sheer black halter covered my top and strong tarty make-up finished the effect. On with my wig! The transformation was complete. As soon as I’d finished my dressing and my making-up again, I stared into the mirror. My transformation was superb. Even I had difficulty believing it was a male standing there!
Exiting the bathroom, I saw all four of my superiors waiting for me, Master Jerry let out a slow whistle and, my lovely wife complemented me on how well I had succeeded in my task.
“She looks just perfect,” she said, “the perfect feminine slut!” Everybody else nodded knowingly as she stepped forward and put a collar around my neck, attaching a thin silver chain to a hook on the front of it.
“Now for your surprise punishment.” She said, “We’re going out for a drink at the local pub.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up and trying to scare me. They were succeeding too.
“You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don’t for a moment think that we might hesitate to punish you, just because we’re in a public place. We would and we will, should you falter in your obeisance. Should you outright refuse us anything, we may be forced to let slip a little something regarding your true gender!”
The trap was complete; nothing could make me disobey them now.
“Before we go, I think we need a little keepsake of how pretty you look.” Said Mistress Lisa as she pulled out her Anadolu Yakası Escort camera and snapped off a couple of pictures of my female persona.
“Don’t forget the video camera, Jerry.” Slipped in Mistress Jackie as she pulled open the front door.
“Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa.” Said Master Jerry glibly. “The pub that we’re going to is a Biker’s Bar. I don’t think that they’d be too impressed if they found out that you have a dick hidden between your legs. Let’s go girls.” He smirked at my patently obvious horror, as I was lead into the street.
Blushing visibly through my make-up, I considered running away and ending this horror but remembering the photos soon put paid to that idea. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to me. My mind was racing with fright as I though of the serious assault that would surely come my way, if and when I was discovered! I shuddered involuntarily at the scene in my mind!
“There it is.” Signalled Master Jerry as he pointed to the next corner on the street. “It looks like it’s pretty busy too, if you stop to consider the amount of bikes that are in the car park.”
The place was loud and rough looking with a large car park both front and back. The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area. My mind raced as my wife turned and said to us all, “Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make absolutely sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it’s all on videotape so that you can’t forget it… even if you want to!” She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.
“We have to buy tickets at the door because there’s a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don’t you?” asked Mistress Jackie nonchalantly.
“What an excellent idea!” Replied Mistress Lisa immediately, grinning ear to ear. She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door.
He looked me up and down, taking in my style of dress and said, “Well, well, lookie here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I’ll ask you what you can do for me?” He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse. “How many then?”
I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn’t have to speak and, as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.
“Don’t bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!” Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife. I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the doormen. I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guys hand.
“Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa.” Kadıköy Escort I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. “Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you.” Instructed Mistress Jackie.
“Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm.” Added Master Jerry.
“In fact, we’ll be looking for any opportunity, darling.” Said my wife.
“To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa” finished Mistress Lisa as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks. “You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave ‘girl’, aren’t you dear?”
Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I’ll never forget it. You’ve made me so proud and so happy.”
This short sentence made me glow inside. I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things I was made to do made me feel. As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me and I felt my nipples become erect. It was dark, busy and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female. I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. Thankfully, Master Jerry had been to the bar and bought us all drinks. My neck felt the tug on my collar as we made our way to the front of the crowd right up next to the stage.
“Excellent!” I heard Master Jerry exclaim, “I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait her a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear.”
I thought nothing more of it as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum or, to stroke my breasts. They made it very obvious each time they did, attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. Mistress Lisa spotted a coat hook screwed into the wall by the side of the stage and, after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there and my leach tied to the hook.
“You will stay here until we fetch you, my love.” Stated Mistress Helen. “You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We’re only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa.” At that she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.
Less than a minute later, Mistress Jackie appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially, “This will make sure you don’t have to speak, so that you don’t give yourself away. I’m being kind to you Pippa, really I am.” With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.
It Ataşehir Escort didn’t take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. It wasn’t until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress’ Lisa and Jackie came along to retrieve me. I was handed over to Master Jerry and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. I couldn’t have been more mistaken.
“It seems that you’re attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I’ve had a word with my friends in the band and they’ve agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them.” I couldn’t believe my ears but sure enough, I was being lead backstage and up the stairs. As the band finished their set, Master Jerry lead me through some curtains and on to the stage. He led me to a lighting rig which had been situated centre stage and proceeded to handcuff my wrists. My arms were raised above my head and the cuffs placed over a bar holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.
“Don’t move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it’ll probably mean a trip to the hospital!” With that Master Jerry left, returning to the ladies and to his drink.
To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and cat-calls. The band returned and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. Mistress Jackie came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.
“You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we’ve decided to let you eat out Mistress Lisa in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well.” Resounded Master Jerry’s voice. “I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don’t dirty your clothes. I’ve asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you’re quick and you might not be seen. The band’s last set takes 30 minutes.” He grinned wickedly as Mistress Lisa lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.
“Get to it girl,” She said, “I’m feeling good and randy!”
I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.
“Well done Pippa, you’re becoming quite the expert. Now tidy yourself up. We’ve called that nice cab driver that brought us to Jackie and Jerry’s earlier.” I knew what that meant and shuddered as I prepared myself for another mouthful of jism. Sure enough, the fare was paid in the same way, though this time Master Jerry caught it all on video. This time though, I managed to swallow the lot, even licking the residue from the drivers throbbing pink head.
We arrived back at the house and I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall and left to ponder what was next.
To be continued…
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