My afternoon
adventures
I visit Mistress Bianca and after she gives me a cleansing
enema and squeezes in a butt plug, she takes me in her car for a trip. Not
letting me know where we are headed. It is mid to late afternoon about 4.30pm.
We travel a while and stop outside a suburban beauty salon
in a stand-alone shop.
She asks me to come in with her and when we get inside she
tells me I am to receive a treatment from the lovely ladies.
She ushers me in to the treatment room and tells me to strip
off down to my panties (yes my panties!) and put on a gown so I don’t get
anything on my clothes. The ladies give me a manicure and pedicure while I am
undergoing a facial before having makeup professionally applied. All that time
I am wondering whether Mistress Bianca and I are going back to her place,
whether people will see a guy with nail polish and makeup come out of the shop
and what will they think. How embarrassing! My mind is working overtime.
I didn’t have long to wait as Mistress Bianca entered the
treatment room and proceeded to affix a wig to my head, brushing it out and
admired how I looked.
To my surprise she tells me to get up and put on the clothes
in the suit bag she brought. Inside I discover a white satin mini sheath dress
with delicate ruching and half sleeves. How sexy, I think. But then my mind
turns to being seen in public dressed this way. Also in the bag are some 30
denier white thigh highs and a garter belt along with a pair of strappy sandals
with 5 inch stiletto heels.
I look around to see where my clothes are, but they are
nowhere to be seen. I proceed according to Mistress Bianca’s instructions and
she helps me look my best before I leave the treatment room. Having no
experience with stockings I am fortunate Mistress Bianca helps me fix them to
my garter belt. As a last step Mistress Bianca tied both sandals together with
a short thin cord which shortens my steps and hands me a small white clutch
purse. The ladies give me the once over before ushering both Mistress Bianca and
myself out the front door onto the busy street. I mince over to Mistress Bianca’s
sports car and hop in delicately given my hobbling and unfamiliar sky high
heels.
The sun was in the process of setting and the traffic was
towards the end of peak hour.
Mistress Bianca drives off and we head in a completely
opposite direction to her place. I wonder where we are going but am not game to
ask, so I sit in silence waiting for her to let me know. After all she is in
complete control.
We go towards Mt Coot-tha and as the sun was setting arrive
soon after the gates to the park had closed, pulling up in the car park. Mistress
Bianca instructs me to walk over to the picnic shelter and tells me to wait
there for her and she will be over shortly.
I open the door and clumsily swing my legs out trying to do
it as lady like as possible. Brushing myself down I mince down the hill to the
path and follow it towards the shelter. Mistress Bianca is still in the car as
I proceed along the path travelling the 50-60 metres in a couple of minutes
with my ankles hobbled.
Just as I approach the shelter I hear Mistress Bianca start
her car, turn on her lights and drive out of the car park.
Now my mind is going into overdrive. Where has she gone?
When will she be back? Will she come back? Will someone come and discover me
here? I am feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Fear enters my mind. Fear of
just about everything.
I stand for a short while and realise I should move out of
direct sight and shuffle to the picnic bench where I sit down. I am having a
huge stress attack realising I don’t even have my phone and it’s a long
humiliating walk back from there to anywhere.
While I am going into meltdown, I hear something in the dark
behind me. My heartbeat goes up to heart attack territory as I quietly sit
there before moving clumsily behind one of the brick walls. Footsteps continue
in my direction as I realise I have been spotted.
“What have we here! A sissy on the prowl for some action!
Just my lucky night!”
“Come over here now sissy!” he says sternly.
I wonder if this is part of the arrangements. Surely not, I
think. What should I do?
Thinking there is little alternative, I move over to the
strong looking guy with a raging hard-on bursting out of his trousers.
“Make yourself busy sissy… lie down on the table on your
back with your head over the edge” he says.
I stumble up onto the table as my feet are still restrained
together. Sliding over and lying with my head reclining over the edge he fishes
his cock out of his trousers and feeds it down my throat going balls deep
surprising me.
For the next 10 minutes I do my best to bring him off but my
skills leave a bit to be desired. He is very hard however, and frustrated.
Moving to the opposite side of the table he takes hold of my
legs raising them in the air and exposing my pantied ass. Pulling down my pink
ruffle panties I had been wearing all day, removed my butt plug and smeared
lube deeply inside me, first using one finger, then two and eventually three
and finally four.
“Hold on” he says as he slides balls deep inside me and
starts pounding me deep and hard. Over time his actions become frenetic as I
feel him reaching a crescendo with one final deep drive grunting loudly.
“You better hope you don’t catch anything” he says. “Some
people are lucky with AIDS and you might be one of them, but it’s so much fun
breeding a sissy and filling you up with my hot cum”.
Just then he replaced the butt plug saying that it would
keep my full of his little swimmers.
This is just about too much. What am I going to do? This
could be a death sentence. What will I tell everyone?
I am exhausted physically and mentally.
Out of my trance he says to follow him to his car.
I say that I need to wait here for someone to pick me up.
“You will do as I say or face the consequences” he says.
Waving a lump of wood at me like a weapon, I mince my way up to the car park
beside him. He opens the passenger door and I try to slide in daintily. He
tells me to lean forward and secures my hands behind me before covering my eyes
so I can’t see. He puts my panties in my mouth to stop me crying out.
He drove for about 30 minutes and on the drive talked about
whoring me out to his mates and taking me to the Den where he could arrange for
me to be the centre of a massive gang bang. He said he had lots of positive
mates who wanted to use a fellow AIDS sufferer like them.
He eventually turned off the road and into a covered area,
stopping and turning off the engine. I heard a garage door close and my car door
open.
Still with my gag, blindfold and arm restraints on I was
slowly and carefully led into another building, where I was positioned on the
floor over some straps of some kind.
There were multiple sets of hands at this point and I was
positioned carefully before I heard a ratchet sound and was hoisted into the
air with my ass in the air.
I always deliver on my promises, the big guy said as I felt
him remove the butt plug again and another pair of hands took hold of my hips.
Some lube was used to moisten me up and before I knew it I saw swinging through
the air being impaled on an enormous cock. One was replaced by another each
saying I should enjoy being bred by a team of poz guys and becoming part of
their group.
Before I knew it a rubber dildo appeared at my mouth and I
opened wide and took it as deep as I could. All this time I could hear the
click of a camera, and when the action died down the big guy asked what web
sites I had profiles on and what were my passwords.
I was not sharing so he attacked my ass trying to fist me
telling me he would tear me apart to get his hand in. Eventually I gave in
telling him of my Squirt and Biaustralia accounts as well as my blog site and
all the passwords.
I could hear him tapping away on a computer and a running
commentary as he said he had changed my pics adding his new collection and
putting up a ‘play date’ for me at the Den via Squirt’s messages.
My brain was mush by this stage. What did I have to look
forward to? When would I be released. How would I get home let alone find some
male clothes without money? And how would I face going to the chemist of
supermarket to buy some nail polish remover, with no money. I was FUCKED.
Just then I heard a familiar voice as the ratchet again
sounded and I was lowered to a heap on the ground. Removing my blindfold I was
so relieved to see Mistress Bianca on her haunches in front of me.
Sitting on the ground in front of me she said I had one last
task to perform before she released me. She said she would release my binds
providing I licked and sucked the cum from her pussy that her boyfriend had
deposited there a few minutes ago.
Lurching forward I sprang into action tasting the mixed
nectar which poured down my throat in abundance.
I was released in due course and ushered upstairs for a hot
shower before being debriefed by Mistress Bianca. It turned out she had set up
the whole arrangement. The big guy was not poz nor any of the other guys, who
had all used condoms.
I would certainly sleep well tonight and the experience
would haunt me for a long time.THE END

Wow! A good erotic and scary story (fantasy) you've shared there. I really got nervous at the thought of you getting AIDS and being used by poz guys. I'm glad it is a story and a play of the mind - I too get into things that seem high risk and understand the inclination.
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Thank you for your comments Miss Ginger. I'd love to surrender control to you for you take me on a journey to what appears to be some righ risk adventures.
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