The Party: Sandy’s View
I know that
Donna has already filled you in on her tale of woe, so I am not going to bore
you with my recap. In fact, except for her initial meltdown when
her boss fired her, I paid little attention to her distress, I do want you to
know, however, that her being fired by her boss was all staged. I had called him earlier in the day filled
him in on what I wanted and he had readily agreed. You see I wanted Donna to be completely
emotionally destroyed. I wanted him to
reach such a depth of despair that if a room full of people did not surround
him he would wish for death.
In fact, I had
called every last one of tonight’s guests and had asked them to treat Donna as
abusively as possible. And amazingly not
one of them voiced an objection, not even his mother. That surprised me a little bit but she told
me she applauded me for taking control of my marriage. She even said she wished she had had the
courage to do something similar to his father.
In fact, she said, she was looking forward to humiliating her youngest
son.
But, as I said
I spent most of my time dancing with as many men as I could. I even let the vast majority of them squeeze
my ass through my leather skirt. And the
one that Jenny had brought as a potential date, Bill, I allowed to put his hand
under my skirt and play with my bare ass all he wanted. When we were dancing I kept pushing my pelvis
into him and if we had not been fully clothed I would have fucked him right
there on the dance floor. I was really
considering asking him to come into the back room with me when Mary came over
and explained that Donna was having a difficult time complying with all the
requests for her to lick the guest’s boots because his mouth was so dry and
wanted to know what I would allow him to drink.
Well, I
thought it would be worth a respite to see what kind of a mess Donna had gotten
herself into, so I followed Mary back to where my stupid slave was kneeling in
front of a woman. I asked him to open
his mouth and show me his tongue and I discovered that it was fairly clean but
very dry. So I asked him what he wanted
me to get for him to drink and like a damned fool he said, anything would be
fine. Well, if he had asked for water, I
would have given him water and maybe even if he had asked for a soda, I might have given him a soda, but when he said anything, I knew exactly
what he was going to drink. I asked for
a glass, went to the ladies’ room, went into a stall took down my panties and
filled that glass to the brim with my piss.
I carefully
carried the glass back and handed it to Donna and told her to drink. She didn’t even look at what it was. She just lifted it to her lips and took a
huge gulp. The glass was half empty
before she discovered what she was drinking.
I thought she might actually upchuck at that moment and so I sternly
warned her to keep it down, which she managed to do. When I could see she had steadied her
stomach, I ordered her to drink the rest of that glass of urine. And then I announced to the surrounding crowd
that I would appreciate if someone would keep her glass full so that anytime
she needed something to drink she would have another full glass of piss. And then I went back and rejoined Bill on the
dance floor.
He led me over
to a table and had me sit on his lap. He
then gave me a passionate kiss on the lips as he stroked the inside of my
thigh. “How about you and I go back to
my place and spend the night making love?” he asked.
“I have been
thinking the same thing, but I think I better stick around and make sure my
slave gets home safely. Right now, I am
a little apprehensive that he might take his own life if he is left alone.”
“So, what if
the loser, offs himself?” Bill asked.
“You don’t give a shit about him anyway.
You would be better off if he killed himself.”
“Well, that
pissed me off. “You don’t know me well
enough to decide what or whom I like.
You have no idea why I treat Donna the way I do, but I can tell you
right now I am not going home with you or anyone else tonight until I know that Donna is tucked safely in bed.”
I noticed that
most of the guests had started to clear out and so I made an announcement that
I was taking my slave home with me and that the catering crew would be starting
to clean up and clear away.
I made my way
over to where Donna was still kneeling, although there was no longer anyone in
front of her. Even Mary had given up and
left her alone. I motioned for Jenny to
come give me a hand and between the two of us,
we managed to get Donna into the back seat of my car. She asked if I would need help getting Donna
into bed and I told her no that I would manage.
I then thanked her for all her help and got into the car and started the
engine. Apparently Donna had ingested so
much piss that I could smell her breath all the way up in the driver’s
seat. Without looking in the mirror, I announced, “Jesus Christ, Donna, you
smell like a god damned urinal. I hope
you enjoyed all that piss you drank. I
am thinking of making it your main liquid diet.”
When I finally
got Donna home and upstairs I helped her into the guest bathroom. I knew her bladder must be full and so I
helped her remove her clothing and let her sit down on the stool. Almost immediately a loud stream of piss
escaped through her tube. I also
warned her not to try and brush her teeth, as I wanted her to retain the taste
in her mouth for as long as possible.
I knew that
she would never be able to go through the night without having to empty her
bladder again, but I did not want to have to get up in the middle of the night
to untie her. Fortunately, Mary had warned me of just such a scenario and so I
had purchased the thickest adult diapers I could find. I told her to put them on and then handed her
a pair of plastic pants as well. I also inserted a rubber hose under the
protective pants and shoved it up as far to her crotch as I could get it. And just in case, I did go in and put a set of
rubber sheets on her bed. I figured that
with the combination she should be able to survive until morning.
And all these
thoughts of urine reminded me that I had not urinated in a while and so I
thought what the hell. I told Donna to
lean back and open her mouth. I then got
up on my toes so my slit was directly in line with her mouth and allowed my
flow to start. I had to admire her; she
spilled very little of my nectar. And
the knowledge that her belly was full of my piss made me truly happy.
I helped her
off the toilet and guided her into her bedroom. I left her corset on and had
her lie on top of the rubber sheet and tied her spread eagle to the bed. I put several pillows under her ass so that
her hips were higher than her head. I
then took the hose that was protruding from her diaper and ran it up to her
mouth and inserted it between her lips and teeth. I took a piece of tape and secured it in
place. Now if she wet herself to the point of overflowing it
would just flow back up the tube and she could enjoy it all over again. I did wonder how many times that cycle would
repeat itself. But the thought made me extremely joyful.
I then turned
out the lights and left her there for the night. Even though she had a rubber tube taped
inside her mouth I heard her gut wrenching sobs all the way into my room and I
went to sleep with a huge smile on my face. And just think I still had two full
days before I had to let her out of my sight.
I wondered if I should let her rinse her mouth out before she took me to
the club the following night.
The next
morning I was glad that I had added the rubber sheet because even with all the
other protections I had put in place a small amount of urine was pooled under
her hips. I untied her and told her to get up and clean herself up and then she
needed to wash her bedding and her corset.
She didn’t even reply just crawled out of that wet nasty bed and began
her duties that I had outlined. I left
her alone for a good two hours and when I went to check on her I found her
curled in a ball in the corner of her room.
I knew I had
to snap her out of it or I would have to have her committed to an asylum. She was obviously completely broken. So I went into my closet and found the
multi-tailed whip I had bought and brought it back with me. Without a word,
I swung that whip with all my might across Donna’s shoulders. She did not immediately respond and I swung
it again striking flesh just below the first strike. This time,
she, at least, tried to move so I hit her
again and again until she finally got to her feet and tried to cover
herself. “Now, goddamn you,” I
swore. “Get your ass into that bathroom
and take a long shower, then get this room cleaned up and come downstairs. I have had all of your moping about I can stand. If you are not up and ready to work, in 15
minutes I am calling Mary and having her bring her ankle spreaders over. Do you understand me, bitch?”
Donna looked
up at me and I could see a small spark in her eyes as she said, “Yes, goddess,
I understand.”
“And for
Christ’s sake, brush your teeth, your breath smells like a urinal.”
In just under
15 minutes he made his appearance in the kitchen. He had managed to find a skirt and blouse to
put on and I was pleased to note that he had put his garters, hose and heels on
as well.
“Now, that is
more like it,” I stated. “You look nice although a little lipstick and
makeup would be an improvement. I have decided you deserve to look like a
real woman instead of a homely man in drag.
I am going to take you to the mall for a complete makeover and while we are there you can buy me
some pretty lingerie for my date tonight.
You would like that wouldn’t you?”
I could tell
he was torn, but finally, he looked me in
the eye and said, “Yes, goddess, I would really like to look like a real
woman. If I have to wear women’s
clothing then I want the full treatment.”
“Good, then I
will call my beautician on the way.
Would you like to try driving in your heels?” And I saw Donna smile for the first time in
two days.
We made it a
regular girls day out. We stopped and
got something to eat at a semi-nice restaurant and then went to the mall. I took Donna in and introduced her to my
stylist and asked her to do everything she could to make her appear female.
“Well, I can
shape his eyebrows and apply some makeup
to brighten his face, but there isn’t much I can do with his hair since it is
cut that short. I guess I could make him
look like a dyke with a butchdo.”
“How about if
I went to the wig shop down the aisle and got him a wig and brought it back for
you to style?”
“Yes, that
might work,” she said. “But you better
stick with brown, not blonde because of his skin tone.”
“I will be
right back, see what you can do for her while I am gone.”
“I got a cheap
wig and returned to the salon. I was
actually quite shocked to see Donna starting to look feminine. I was sure that by the time he had the wig
styled and on his head that he could pass for female, although not a gorgeous
one. And truthfully I did not want him
to look too good anyway. I didn’t need the
competition. I would be the one that was
humiliated if he got laid before I did.
When Beverly
had finished with Donna, she could actually pass for female. She had gone all out on her makeover; even applying fake long nails which
were painted a bright red to match her lipstick. When Donna looked in the mirror I saw a huge
smile light up her face and I knew we were going to be fine.
We walked out
of the salon holding hands and laughing like any two girlfriends would do. I
reached over and put my arm around his waist and gave him a little
squeeze. “I am so glad to have you
back,” I whispered.
And he looked
at me and said, “I am really happy to be back.
I will try not to disappoint you again.
Did you want to go to Fredericks of Hollywood so I can pick out your
lingerie? Do you have something special
in mind?”
“I want you to
buy me something that will make me so sexy that no man could ever resist
me. When you are looking through the panties and bra sets, pick out
something that if I wore it for you, you would want to fuck my brains out. And then find me the sexiest garters and hose
you can find. And then top it all off
with a nightgown that I can wear to bed and have a man want to take it off of
me. In short make me fuckable.”
I was so
pleased to see her, going through all the different sets, trying to choose just
the right thing. I knew that she
realized that this outfit was not for her benefit but she had come to terms
with the fact that her happiness only mattered as it related to mine. And from this day forward she would sacrifice
herself, her feeling and her pride to make me happy. And that knowledge made me ecstatic.
We arrived
home in the middle of the afternoon.
Donna fixed me a light lunch and then asked me if I would like him to draw
me a nice bubble bath. I told him, yes, and I would like him to stay, and
help me wash my back and shave my legs.
After a long soak in the tub and my legs were silky smooth, I instructed
him to shave my pussy. That was
something I had never done before and so I thought it would be the ultimate
debasement for him to know he was shaving my cunt for another man to use.
I expected him
to frown or pout but he seemed thrilled to be able to touch me in that
area. He was as gentle as he could be as he got the shears and trimmed my hair
really close and then slathered it with
shaving cream and carefully removed every strand of hair. When he was done he helped me from the tub,
patted me dry with a soft towel and told me to go lie on the bed and he would
get the body lotion. He said I deserved
to feel soft all over and he would be honored if he could make it so.
He spent the
next hour rubbing crème into every exposed area of skin on my body. I felt so relaxed that I told him I was going
to take a short nap and for him to get ready for the evening. We had bought him another corset and panty
girdle, but I knew he could not manage those by himself. But I directed him to take is own bath and
make sure he was closely shaved. If when
he was done he wanted to take a nap of his own, I would not mind, just to make
sure and set the alarm for no later than 7 p.m.
so we would have time for both of us to get dressed in our sexy clothes.
I had the most
wonderful dreams about hard bodies and big cocks and I was terribly
disappointed when I heard the alarm sound in the other room. I stretched and climbed out of bed and went
into the bathroom to relieve myself and to freshen my makeup.
When I came
out of the bathroom Donna was standing, waiting to help me dress. She put my garter belt on, helped me with my
bra and then got down on her knees, rolled my stockings like a pro and put them
on first one leg then another. She then
fastened the garters and reached for my panties. I looked at her and said; “I doubt that I will
need panties tonight.”
Donna smiled,
patted my thigh, lovingly and said, “You may not need them, but they make the
outfit work. Most men like a bare pussy,
but they like to be the ones to take the panties off of it. Of course you know best, but personally, if it was me that this was for, I
would like the panties on.”
I reached down
and stroked her face, gently and said, “You really do love me, don’t you? Even though I think you realize that you will
never fuck me again, you still worship me.”
“Yes, goddess,
until after I came to my senses this morning I did not realize how much. Now let’s finish dressing you so you can go
find your big cock man.”
“Well, first
we need to get you dressed. Maybe you
will find a cock of your own.”
“That is not
on my shopping list, goddess,” He said.

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