In the tenth part of the series, Julie attends a wedding.
Hey there Readers! I've got a new series for you. It's different from my past works as it mixes both fact and fiction. There's going to be some BDSM and some, well, bodily functions. If that's not your thing, feel free to check out one of my other stories. And as always, everyone's 18+ and everything we do is consensual.
My name is Julie, and I'm a sissy who's been living as a woman for all my adult life. I share a home with my wife Nancy, my sister Becca and her wife Annie, and our aunt Aunt Patti. We're all submissive except for Aunt Patti who's the Domme of the family.
There's another woman in this story too. She's my boss at the library, Marsha. She's the only one who knows about my anatomy. The rest think I'm a genetic woman.
So here's where we left off from the last chapter:
Mistress had Marsha and me jumping rope with nipple clamps and chains weighing down our nipples and Marsha's swollen cunt lips and my ball sack.
We faced each other and started jumping rope. The movement caused the weights to swing, creating agonizing pain. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that sent us both into a subspace.
I have no idea what incoherent words I was chanting while I jumped rope, but I remember feeling my clit starting to spurt. As I climaxed, I reached a breaking point and collapsed to my knees. I could see Marsha was in a similar state.
Mistress let us rest for a moment. Then she went to Ro and Jane and laughed wickedly. "The girls have gotten used to the pain in their nipples from the clamps. But I'm about to make it much worse."
Mistress squeezed Ro's nipple clamps, causing intense pain. Ro fell to Mistress's feet crying. She did the same to Jane, causing the same reaction.
"How do you think Marsha and Julie will handle this?"
Then Mistress came to me. "Ready, Julie?" I nodded. She removed the clamps from my nipples and ball sack. I fell to the ground in agony as the blood rushed back into my nipples. Soon, Marsha was by my side crumpled in pain.
Mistress pleasured herself on the sidelines. Meanwhile, Ro and Jane serviced the Masters, taking care not to make them cum.
Marsha and I huddled together as Mistress relieved herself on us. The comforting warmth of the urine relieved our discomfort.
Later, Mistress left the room, informing us she's going to let us rest. She asked the Masters how Ro and Jane were doing, and the answer was unanimous - "They're great cock suckers. But if we don't cum soon, things will get messy."
Mistress smiled. "Marsha and Julie will wake up soon. Once they're ready, you'll be very happy you waited for your sexual satisfaction."
The Masters, both black (Travis and Tomas) and white (Dave and his brother Jim), were all nude. They continued to eat their meal.
Eventually, Marsha and I woke up. I asked her how she felt, and she replied, "My nipples and pussy hurt like hell, but it was totally worth it. What's next, Mistress?"
I reassured her. "I think she'll do something nice for us first before more sadistic stuff."
I noticed Ro carrying a large bucket. It was filled with warm scented oil. I grinned. "Relax, dear. This'll feel really nice."
Mistress and Ro began brushing soft brushes with oil on every inch of our bodies, focusing on our assholes specifically. We soon glistened under the barn's light.
Mistress asked how we felt, and I answered for both of us, "Sore, but eager to serve you again."
Ro brought the bucket to Mistress, and Mistress inspected the oil. "Well, you two have had quite the session. I think you deserve a break."
She took us to a bedroom. She applied oil all over our bodies again. Then she laid us both face down on the bed, straddling Marsha. With ropes securely tied around our wrists, she spread us apart. She began massaging our sore nipples, easing the pain. Soon, she reached Marsha's asshole and inserted a dildo. She did the same to me.
The pain was mixed with pleasure as Mistress took turns pleasuring both of us. Eventually, she stood up and asked how we were feeling - "Great!" we both exclaimed happily.
Mistress was satisfied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied.
"Thank you, Mistress," we chimed in unison.
Mistress told us to stay put. Once relaxed, she freed our wrists and we turned over, facing each other.
Mistress straddled Marsha, and started biting, sucking and nibbling on her breasts, while I cupped her ass. She then turned her attention to me, tormenting my nipples with her teeth, hands caressing my breasts and ass. This pleasured Marsha, who moaned loudly.
The Masters all gathered around us. "Do you girls want to please us now?"
"Yes, Masters," we answered in unison.
We alternated sucking their cocks while they rubbed themselves. After they climaxed, Mistress told us to clean them up.
She untied us and we went into the bathroom. We cleaned up and submitted to Mistress once more, eagerly following her orders. She led us back to the bedroom, where we all lay down, exhausted and satisfied.
"Good job, girls," Mistress said. "I'm proud of how you serviced the Masters. Now, kiss me both."
I leaned forward and kissed Mistress. My tongue explored her mouth while I caressed her soft lips. Marsha joined us, and we kissed each other.
"Congratulations, girls," Mistress said. "You're graduates of the PPWJ school."
"Thank you, Mistress," we replied. And there they were, watching over our subservience. Our obedience to our Dominant made us happy.
The afternoon sun shone through the window, wrapping us in its warmth. As the Masters rested around us, I gazed up at them, thanking them for the experience of the day.
Our vulnerability left us open to the slaves' complete command, and I couldn't help but think, today is a good day to be a woman.
Next, Mistress painted Ro and then had Ro do the same to her. Special attention was given to seep the oil deep into their anuses.
Once that was done, Mistress took four soft pads and placed them into our armpits. The pads were soaked in the warm oil. We lowered our arms and Mistress fastened a belt around our waist. The belts had wrist restraints attached to them.
Once the belts were securely fastened around our waists, she slid our wrists into the restraints, so our arms were tight against our sides.
Mistress commanded us to get on our knees in front of the men. Travis stood in front of Marsha, while Tomas was behind her. Mistress removed the pads from her armpits and let the men slip their massive black cocks into her pits.
Both men grunted as they felt their hard cocks sliding into her warm, wet armpits. Travis exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? This feels as good as any pussy I've ever been in, maybe even better."
As Masters Travis and Tomas pushed deeper into Marsha's armpits, Masters Dave and Jim did the same to mine. The sensation of their cocks sliding into my warm, wet pits was indescribable. I looked up and saw the men and they both spit on my face as they started fucking me with their cocks.
Mistress warned the men, "Go slow. I know you want to fuck them hard and fast, but trust me, by going slow, you'll make those sensations on your cocks last longer."
As the men kept fucking us, Mistress nodded to Ro who went to Jane and started sucking on her clit. Jane moaned as she couldn't control herself and came in her aunt's mouth. Ro pushed Jane to her knees and they both kissed passionately, sharing the cum.
I could feel my body writhing as the men pumped their cocks into my armpits and soon, they both filled them with their cum. As they came, Mistress played with my clit, causing my body to convulse with pleasure.
Once I had cum, Mistress wiped the cum all over my face.
The men brought their dicks close to my face, and I sucked them dry.
As the men withdrew, I could see the black Masters ejaculating into Marsha's armpits. Like she had done for me, Mistress helped Marsha to cum.
Both Marsha and I rested our butts on the heels of our feet, trying to catch our breath.
When everyone had settled down, Mistress asked the Masters, "Have you ever done that before?"
Master Dave answered, "No, but I want to do it again! That was simply amazing!"
Mistress looked at Marsha and me, "It's clear you enjoyed yourselves ladies, now it's time for my pleasure. You know my pleasure means pain for you."
We lowered our heads and I said, "We are prepared to endure the pain, Mistress."
The men lifted us both up and placed us in a standing position. We were still bearing the marks from the clamps on our nipples. They removed the belts around our waist and we were secured into the padded wrist restraints hung from the rafters above us.
Our arms were above our heads, causing us to be on our tiptoes. We faced each other so we could see each other suffer. I watched as Mistress thrust a large dildo into her pussy. The well-lubricated pussy made it easy to slide the dildo in.
Once she had about 8 inches inserted, she stepped into a harness, leaving 8 inches hanging between her legs.
Before facing us again, Mistress went to Ro and whispered something in her ear. Ro got up and sat in front of us.
Mistress took the handle of the whip and brought it to my mouth. I kissed the tip submissively, then lowered my head in submission. She moved to Marsha and did the same. Mistress flicked her wrist, so the strands spread out before walking behind us.
I heard the air being split by the whip as it landed on my ass. She lashed me multiple times, then started whipping Marsha. I watched as her body shuddered with each whip, and then I heard her beg for mercy.
Since Marsha had not used her safe word, Mistress continued her vicious whipping. I knew pleading added to Mistress' sadistic pleasure, so I started to beg, too. As she whipped our asses, she then started to whip our backs and thighs. I saw Marsha's body sway helplessly and saw pee dribbling down her legs.
I released, and soon I was standing in a puddle of pee. The sight seemed to inflame Mistress further, causing her to hit us harder and more frequently, calling us "filthy sluts with no self-control."
As Mistress approached from behind, I could feel her warmth close to me. She drove the whip handle deep into my ass, its slick surface making the penetration effortless. At this point, I understood why she forbade Marsha and myself from using the bathroom in the morning.
With a swift pull, I defecated, feeling the warm excrement trickle down my legs. It mixed with my urine and the oil. Mistress smeared this mixture all over my ass cheeks and then used the same hand to wipe it on my face, leaving trails in my hair.
She repeated this process with Marsha, and I watched her in disgust, wondering how she looked.
Her whipping became more intense, and sweat mixed with oil covered her body.
Mistress then took a seat on the ground, her legs spread wide. An eight-inch dildo penetrated her vagina, while the other half pushed lewdly between her thighs.
She grabbed the base of the dildo and furiously jerked it, pushing it further and further into herself. Her actions were fast and ferocious as she attacked her own cunt. She was clearly on the cusp of a fiery orgasm.
Ro stepped forward and instinctively booted me in the balls, making me scream in pain. He then aimed at Marsha's cunt and kick her with such force that we both lost balance, struggling to stand.
Mistress' eyes bulged with fury, and she yelled vicious epithets at us. "Cum Dumpsters! Dirty Whores! Shit Eating Pigs!" She screamed, tortured by the blistering orgasm she'd experienced.
After a long time, she managed to regain some composure, stained by blood from her period.
Ro walked towards us, and I saw the remnants of her period spattered on her thighs.
When she asked if we were done, Marsha and I shook our heads in unison.
Recognizing our desire, Mistress rose slowly to her feet, a powerful presence even in her vulnerability.
Taking the whip handle, she guided it towards our faces, soaked in the leftover mixture. We responded by leaning in and kissing the tip, out of submission.
Mistress moved behind me and inserted the handle into my anus. She pushed it gently, focusing on my prostate, knowing how to ignite the most pleasure. In a short time, my clit erupted, showering my sissy balls and thighs with cum.
Mistress took the handle out of my ass, telling me to open my mouth. I obeyed, and she pressed the handle into it like a cock, making me gag, gasp for air, and snort. She was ruthless in her quest to make me experience every possible degradation.
When she finally pulled it out, I puked violently, drenching both Mistress and myself in bile.
Next, she directed my attention to Marsha. As she repeated the process, we both vomited at the same time, covering our bodies in the vile concoction of puke, shit, cum, and urine.
Despite it all, Mistress approached and laid in the filth, sharing the misery of her slaves.
We were released by the men and helped to remain upright. With her next command, we stepped into the sickening mess of our own creation.
Upon seeing our degradation, Ro was equally covered in the filth, and Mistress followed suit. Our bodies dripped with the mix of our waste and fluid.
After experiencing Mistress' wrath, it was beyond comprehension that she would join us. But she did. She submerged herself in the filth, covered from head to toe.
The female dominatrix instructed Ro, Marsha, and me to get down on all fours like the disgusting sluts we were. She then joined us on the ground and directed Jane to put the harnesses around our necks.
Once the harnesses were in place, the dominatrix and her male counterparts tied ropes around our necks and began to have sex with us. She barked, "Be rough, fuck us like the worthless whores we are!"
While the men were kneeling behind us, she ordered them to wait. Then, I remembered the secret conversation the dominatrix had with Ro earlier. Now, it made sense.
The dominatrix and Ro both started to defecate while the men observed. They were no longer ashamed or modest as the feces slid down their legs. The dominatrix reached for Ro's excrement and smeared it on her own body as Ro did the same.
She looked at the men, feces smeared on her face and hair, and her tone was incredibly submissive, "Please, Sirs, fuck our asses. We are vile and worthy of this treatment."
I could feel a dick penetrate my anus as I turned to see who was penetrating me. I saw Travis raise his hand and slap my face. "Look at me, pig, you repulse me!"
The ropes were pulled back, causing us to choke as the nooses tightened around our necks.
Since the men had already cum multiple times, we knew we were in for a prolonged session.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds and scents of people having rough sex. We could feel the men's cocks moving inside us as the women took turns climaxing.
I recalled Master Travis thrusting my face into the feces and slapping my ass while calling me derogatory names. "You diseased white bitches have no dignity, allowing men to degrade and debase you like this!"
I couldn't determine who came first among the men, but eventually, every man climaxed inside our bowels. I glanced at Mistress Ursula and saw how submissive she appeared now. It was incredible to see the same dominating woman who had flogged our butts a few hours ago had become so meek.
Mistress looked back and saw that it was Master Dave who was fucking her. With his cum dripping down her legs, the dominatrix asked, "Master, do you need to pee now?"
Master Dave nodded, and in an instant, we could see and smell the urine flowing from her anus down her soiled thighs. Afterward, the other men too took turns urinating. We all stank of fresh urine and feces.
After the men had finished pissing, they pulled out of our anuses and in front of us. We spent a significant amount of time cleaning their cocks with our tongues.
The men grabbed us by the hair and spit in our faces. I thrived in the intense humiliation of the entire experience. As I looked at the other women, I knew I was not alone in that feeling.
Jane prepared drinks for the men as we sat down, spreading our legs wide and revealing the unsanitary mix of fluids oozing from our holes.
Later, Masters Tomas and Travis had Mistress and me bend over. While we did so, they inserted money into our anuses. Master Tomas stated, "The Director of Veteran's Affairs called us, explaining your generous donation. I urge you to donate this money as well."
Mistress and I lowered our heads, and she said, "Of course, Master. We are happy to do so."
Master Dave and Master Jim had Ro and Marsha bend over. As they pushed the money into their rectums, Master Dave commented, "Travis told us about your policy of not accepting money for your services, only donating it. Jim and I came prepared, but we request that you donate the money in your anuses to an animal shelter. Both Jim and I were raised with animals and want to see them well cared for."
Once the men had left, we retrieved the money from our anuses and saw that we each had $5,000. Mistress gave the money to Jane and entrusted her with sanitizing it.
The rest of us sat back and basked in the unpleasant afterglow of the session. I glanced at Mistress and inquired, "Aren't you attending a wedding?"
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