A Night With The Girls
By Maurice Mickey Maschke
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Then, with her toy still there, Diane then instucted me to do the same with Annette and Shannon. I obeyed. When I was done, the girls were leaning back on the couch smiling, giggling and telling Diane that she hoped that she would share me, Melissa, in the future. Diane told them that she would of course share me with them, all the time. And all four of the girls then laughed at how I had become their slave. Diane then had me serve the wine to all of them as they talked about me and how they were going to use me at the store to wait on the gay guests that would come in from time to time, and how they were going to use me at parties to please the guests. They were all a buzz.
Once the wine was served I was instructed to kneel a the corner of the couch on the opposite side of the room as Diane and the girls then finished talking. She turned around once and told me to play with myself, and they all laughed when I began to caress my C with the fur. They went on talking.
After about 30 minutes Diane turned to me and watched me for moment as I knelt there playing with myself slowly. She told me to come and lie on the floor in front of the couch. I did as she told me. As I lay there, the girls all gathered around me, one at each limb. They began using Diane's fur, which she had taken off, to tease me over and over. My c-ring was back on and their hair was falling around their faces as they looked down at me, laughed at me, teased me, and taunted me with how lost I was, how I was trapped and how I was never going to be masculine again. How I was going to be a girl and their slave. I was getting harder and harder. I couldn't release because of the c-ring. But I was getting harder and harder. I was trembling greatly as they continued to tease me. I finally began begging them to keep me a girl and their slave. I begged them over and over to please never let me go back to being a man. I begged them to lose me in softness forever. And they continued to laugh at me. I was begging them. I was talking in a girl's voice and was becoming more and more feminine with each passing second. I could feel my mind changing and that I was so lost and trapped that I no longer felt like a man in any way shape or form. I felt like a woman. Like I was one of them, and yet not. That I was one of them in that I was a girl, but that I was not one of them in that I was their slave. I was lost.
They continued to tease me over and over, with me begging more and more to always be allowed to be their girl slave. And they continued to tell me that they had no plans of ever letting be anything other than their girl slave. Finally, they took the c-ring off of me and teased me to the point of exploding. They then dried me off and began again with the teasing. They brought me to the point of exploding there three times. And by the last time I was so much their slave that I would do anything that they might ask. Their slightest wish was my command.
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