My Afternoon Adventures - Fiction

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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