I had been
single for 8 months or so when out of the blue my ex girlfriend called me
for a chat and asked if we could meet. Our break up had been acrimonious
to say the least. Ruth liked swinging and for my part I loved to dress as
a sexy tart. This suited us both as she got the great, exciting sex that
she always craves while I got more and more into transvestism. We always
helped each other with our 'thing': She taught me about make up, hair and
colour co-ordination. Also, she was happy for me to be 'Sally' whenever I
chose. For my part I drove her to her many assignations and waited
patiently while she romped with one (or more) guys outdoors or at their
home. Frequently the two coincided so Ruth would be in our bed with well
hung guys, noisily enjoying herself, while I sat downstairs reading
stories on forced feminisation or watching DVD's with TV's and she-males
Eventually (predictably) it turned sour as Ruth became attached to one of
her lovers. It was when we were trying to sort who got what of the
household contents when Ruth said 'Look, if you donít let me have what I
want I will distribute all the photos of 'Sally' that we took with you
posing in a pornographic style with assorted sex toys around ALL of your
friends, family and work place'. I had no choice but to cave in to all her
demands and found a new house in a new town to move to. The very next
morning after the last of the financial matters were resolved, Ruth gave
copies of the photos to everyone. I found myself totally ostracised by
everyone I knew and only just managed to keep my job. Ruth got exactly
what she wanted and destroyed me as well. Nice.
So, I was in a new town and friendless. Instead of doing the 'sensible'
thing of making new friends and starting again I found myself coming home
every night and turning into Sally the second I got in, only reluctantly
changing back for work. I turned the entire house into a girly paradise
with silk and lace in pastels all over, while expanding my glamorous
wardrobe. All this was making me, although lonely, the happiest I could
remember. I even started going out as Sally and fantasizing about being
treated as a woman sexually.
Then came the fateful call from Ruth. I shouldnít have had anything to do
with her after her last stunt but she always could wrap me round her
finger. Could she come over for a drink she asked? With foreboding I
agreed, expecting it to be some time the following week. 20 minutes later
the doorbell rang and I went to answer it, confident enough by now for
Sally to do it. The mutual shock as Sally opened the door and saw Ruth on
the step! After the initial shock had worn off and we were sitting
drinking wine we started talking. Ruth had split up with her new man and
had finally got a reputation for being a slapper after being caught out
sleeping with all her friends husbands/partners. I asked what had
possessed her to take such risks and she looked sheepish and admitted that
she couldnít stop herself.
She complimented me on how good Sally was looking and commented that it
suited me being 'dolled up'. Because she was in trouble at home I
agreed that she could stay for a while until she sorted herself out. At
first everything was brilliant, the old chemistry was still there (though
nothing sexual - I was informed that I was awful in bed, had a tiny cock
and anyway she didnít fancy submissive TV's!) and we had fun. We went to a
fetish club where for the first time I was Sally dressed glamorously and
revealingly and I had the time of my life!
On the second visit there Ruth met some guys and we all got on well. I had
confessed to Ruth my fantasy/desire to be used as a woman by men, so when
I was dancing she encouraged (pushed!) me into heavy petting with a guy
'to see how I took to it'. Despite being repulsed by the bloke it was an
enormous thrill to be kissed and fondled like a tart in the middle of the
dance floor. Come the end of the night, Ruth and I got into our taxi and
went home with Ruth interrogating me about how I enjoyed my clinch with a
man. I told her there was no attraction at all for me but couldnít
remember being so excited and sexy with a woman. At that she just gave me
a knowing look and left it at that.
We had only been home 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door.
Ruth went to it and came back a minute later with a big smile and her 3
new friends from the club. This had been pre-arranged I found out. We all
had more to drink and were dancing when one guy put his arms around me and
started kissing and groping me, then Ruth came to my rescue (I thought)
and stopped the guy. Then she said 'Sally loves men but is inexperienced.
Be gentle at first and she'll give you everything'. I gave her a horrified
look only for her to say, 'Sally, this is perfect for you, relax and enjoy
being a woman'. Before I knew it I was on my knees with a rampant cock in
my hands preparing to give head for the first time. Just as I got the
courage to wrap my lips round it Sally called me and I looked up as she
took a photo. And another one when the second guy was easing his cock up
my lubricated arse. I was being spit roasted as Ruth watched, took photos
and encouraged them to fuck me harder. Although I tried not to like it and
the men repulsed me I was in ecstasy and eagerly took the third guy in my
mouth when he joined in.
Half an hour later when I had well and truly been fucked by all the guys
in the arse and mouth and was laying on the coffee table in gorgeous
lingerie that was covered in cum as was my face and hair, Ruth took
another photo of me looking dishevelled and dripping cum into my open
mouth with a look of happiness and lust and said, 'Be honest, that was the
best sex you have ever had, wasnít it?' I just smiled and revelled in
feeling like a slapper that had just been gang banged. Later, after
everyone had gone and we were in bed, Ruth said, 'you were always useless
at satisfying a woman, but you took to a cock in both your holes and gave
the guys a great time'.
'No more women for you, it was meant to be Sally. You are a natural cock
sucker'... 'And by the way honey, those pictures will look great on the
wall... and anywhere else I choose to send them'. 'What!?' I exclaimed,
outraged, though I should have known better. 'I'll do you a deal'
she smiled, 'I move in here tomorrow, and now that your Sally, you are
responsible for all domestic duties and you'll be my personal maid at my
beck and call. I am the boss Ok?' I was speechless. 'Look,' she
said, 'you have always desired to be a submissive, sissy, cock hungry slut
deep down, havenít you?' And now you are Sally. Its perfect, I get a new
start away from the past. I also get total control, a servant and friend
in one.' 'Tell me honestly what it does for you.' 'Well', I started, then
it clicked into place and I smiled. 'I am now Sally full time, your
compliant full time maid, always dressed sexily and obedient to your every
whim'. 'You got it Sally,' she laughed. 'We both live out our dreams in
this place now. Of course, occasionally you'll get slapped, humiliated...
It turns me on and I know you get horny when treated that way.'
'Go to your own room now Sally and wake me at ten with a cup of tea and a
hot bath ready'. 'Yes Mistress' I muttered and went to my new quarters,
got in bed and realized that my every fantasy had come true in 24