Crimson Encounter
It had now been about 3 months since I started hormone therapy and I was starting to notice subtle changes, my hair seemed finer, my muscle tone had faded despite continuing to work out and best of all I could see the first signs of something happening with my breasts. While they were barely any larger, my nipples and areole were much bigger and a lot more sensitive. With a padded 'A' cup push up bra, I could get a little bit of cleavage giving me a flat chested model look. I no longer needed to shave daily as the combination of facial hair laser removal and hormones had worked a treat and left my complexion a lot smoother. While still not long, my natural hair was continuing to grew out and could now take a feminine style and extensions, meaning I could at last dispense with wigs. I was 5'8", a UK size 8 and with my now improved nose and neck I felt and looked extremely girly.
The final entry date for the club's 'Slave' night was now rapidly approaching and both myself and Carol were still incredibly excited and hopeful we would be selected. Carol's husband, Trevor, worked in Television, providing studio equipment and services for some of the major TV shows being filmed in Manchester. As a result, Carol had managed to get us the use of a studio and a professional photographer for a couple of hours to prepare our 'Slave Girl' portfolio photos. We both turned up at the studio with lots of outfits and made the most of our time with the photographer. Fortunately the photographer had seen it all, as in many of our poses we were intimately together, kissing, sucking on nipples, pegging, spanking and of course using dildos on each other. Needless to say that after the photo shoot we were extremely horny and ended up sucking each other off before we could get changed and return home.
I was just wearing a lacy bra, matching panties, tan lace top hold-ups, heels and a short denim skirt when the photographer knocked on the changing room door. Carol now in just a pink silk and lace slip immediately sprang up, opened the door and almost pulled him inside, her arms reaching up to each side of his face as she kissed him passionately on the lips. Separating from the kiss. Carol said, "Hope you didn't mind, I just wanted to say thank you.". "It was my pleasure.", he replied, clearly aroused. Carol starring deliberately at his trouser bulge said "I'd love to take care of that for you if you'd like?". With some rapid nodding from the photographer, she quickly kneeled in front of him, pulling his trousers down while gesturing to me to come over and join her.
Taking it in turns, and sometimes together, we licked and teased his cock and balls. Carol had also eased a lubed finger into his anus which seemed to have made his 7 inch cut cock even harder. We then started sucking him into our mouths, Carol first and then me, using my tongue to rub on the swollen head. We went slowly trying to draw out his pleasure. Sensing he was nearly ready to cum, I released him from my mouth as Carol stood up, and bent over, legs apart, while leaning against the brick wall of the small room, her slip pulled up and puckered hole looking slippery with lube. He took the queue and quickly moved behind, gently pushing his cock deep inside her before starting to move back and forth with long hard thrusts. Crying out "Oh, oh, oh... my god..." he came hard, pulling Carol's hips firmly into him while releasing his cum deep inside her. A little jealous I got on my knees waiting for him to withdraw before moving forward to work my tongue round Carols wet hole while she continued to lean against the wall. After a minute or so of probing, I got my reward as the photographers cum started to flow into my mouth. Standing up I shared a long cummy kiss with Carol before telling the photographer to leave while we finished changing.
That evening we asked George and Trevor to choose their favourite poses and outfits so we could finalise our 'Slave Girl' entry and get it uploaded. We had already written our 'why select us' text and agreed a mutual set of boundaries. With Carol on a video call I completed our entry from my home office and, after saying goodbye to Carol, I headed into the lounge to find George. He was still looking at the download of our full photo shoot on his laptop. As I approached him he reminded me that I needed to be a good girl to get his vote, or better still a very naughty girl! I took the hint and quickly headed upstairs to change into one of the outfits that he'd said was a particular favourite. It was a very short and tight red leather mini dress with a flared pleated skirt that finished just above the tops of black seamed stockings. This was finished off with 6 inch red ankle strap heels. I wore my smallest metal chastity cage, a metal vibrating and electro shock butt plug and no panties. After applying some pale makeup and contrasting bright red lipstick and nail polish I headed downstairs to secure George's vote.
He was now just in his shirt and boxers on the sofa so I snuggled on to his lap while kissing him deeply on the neck and mouth. I could feel his erection pushing through his boxers against my bare bottom cheeks so after placing the control for my butt plug in his hand I carefully slipped onto the floor to kneel between his legs. Releasing his now firm cock from his boxers I started to tease the head with my lips and tongue, leaving red lipstick stains all over his veined shaft. My girly cock had already swollen to fill the constraints of the small cage and was now leaking with my own arousal. I started taking George in and out of my mouth while rubbing my tongue against the bottom of his bulbous head each time it passed over. He had obviously remembered my plug and I felt the vibrations slowly building and sending waves of pleasure deep inside me.
Keeping eye contact I slowly started taking George all the way into my throat, holding for a few seconds before bringing him back out, so just his swollen head was between my red lips. It wasn't long before I felt him starting to spasm and then fill my mouth with strong pulsing jets of cum. At the same time he must have hit the shock function on my plug as I felt a sudden wave of involuntary anal contractions surge through me causing me to orgasm as well. I kept sucking hard on George's cock to prolong his orgasm for as long as I could, hopefully demonstrating what a naughty girl I was. Of course, one of the wonderful things about George was that cumming once and even twice was never enough so I knew my aching to have him inside me would soon be fulfilled.
He pulled me up to kiss him before leading me up the stairs to the bedroom, with me in front so he had a good view up my tiny skirt. He took charge, bent me over the bed end, spread my legs and proceeded to spank me. First with his hand and them with a wide leather crop. The waves of pain and pleasure along with the anticipation of him entering me were now driving me to almost continuous micro orgasms and I could feel my own fluids running from the cage into my stocking tops. When my cheeks felt like they were glowing bright red and swollen I felt the plug being removed and George pushing the tip of his hard cock against my willing hole. My body felt like it was trying to suck him in. Fortunately he was soon thrusting deeply inside me, his hands on my hips to ensure he pulled my sore cheeks hard against him each time. With his cock pushing against my prostrate my orgasms just became more and more intense before he started filling me with another huge volume of cum. He was still pumping as he withdrew, leaving plenty to flow from my hole, down my legs and onto my already soaking stocking tops. We moved onto the bed for lots of kissing and cuddling before I slipped down the bed between his legs to use my mouth and drain George for a final time.
A week later, on Friday evening, it was voting night. There were 3 groups of female slave entries, myself and Carol, a group of 3 biological women and a couple of fem-boy men. As we were logged into the website we could see the voting in real-time with the percentage of votes cast displaying under the pictures of each entry. George popped the champagne as it was soon apparent that Carol and I had an insurmountable lead. That was it, we'd won, and now the worry set in. I couldn't decide whether I was excited or scared. What had we let ourselves in for? I guess we'd find out in 2 weeks.
The following Tuesday myself and Carol both received letters confirming our successful entry along with a simple contract to confirm our acceptance and commitment. Basically, this stated our agreed boundaries would be respected and once signed would only allow for injury or sickness as a reason for us not to take part or we would otherwise face a significant financial penalty. The club would arrange for a car to collect us. The only other stipulation was that before attending the club on the evening in question we should each be thoroughly douched and wearing a small metal chastity cage for which would be required to hand the keys over on entry.
The two weeks passed in blur and before I knew it Friday night was here and I was stepping into the back of a beautiful old fashioned, chauffeur driven, Rolls Royce with George by my side. The chauffeur said we should help our selves to drinks from the small cabinet. There was a bottle of vintage champagne on ice so we both had a glass. I was wearing the cage as requested along with a simple white satin halter neck evening dress that had silver brocade trim around the neckline, a strapless padded bra, matching panties, nude lace top hold ups and open toed strappy heels. After discussions with Carol we had both agreed on matching pale make up with red lipstick and nail polish. We also decided it would be best to put our hair into a single plait to keep it out of the way, still not knowing what was in store for us. It wasn't until we got to the club that I realised I'd been tightly squeezing Georges hand for the whole journey. I was still both fearful and excited about what might happen.
The club lounge was packed, busier than I'd seen it before, and it took a few moments to pick out Carol and Trevor. Joining them I gratefully took the glass of champagne offered by Trevor. Squeezing Carol's hand my nerves were starting to settle a little and I decided I'd better not drink any more. About 30 minutes later, around 8:30pm the music volume dropped and over the PA a club host welcomed everyone to the club for tonight's event and asked the 'Slaves' to make their way over to the 'Masters' who were waiting for them at the entrance to the corridors leading off from the lounge to the playrooms. At one entrance there were two large, well built, men wearing leather chest harnesses, leather cod pieces, wide leather arm cuffs and full leather face masks. They also appeared to be carrying multi tailed leather flails. It was a Romanesque look. At the other entrance were what seemed like five female dominatrices.