The Party: Don’s View
As Madelyn left I knew I had made the biggest mistake of
my life. Up until I had signed those
papers, I could have walked away with something even if it was not my
pride. Now, I was completely at the
mercy of my wife and from Madelyn’s comment as she left that was exactly where
Sandy wanted me.
And now I was
climbing into our car in full view of anyone that wanted to see, dressed like a
damned fool I did not know how far away this hall was but I did know that I was
riding to my doom.
Sandy pulled
into a parking lot and got out of the car.
For some reason, she had picked a
space as far from the door as she could find.
And that wasn’t hard since there were only about three cars and a
caterer’s truck in the lot. She started
out for the door at a fast pace causing me to teeter on my heels trying to keep
up. I had been worrying more about how I
looked but as I followed Sandy I was struck by how good she looked in her short
black leather skirt and high-heeled black boots. And although she wore a short black leather
coat as well, I found myself desiring to get a look at what was underneath
it. Regardless of how she treated me she
was still by far the most beautiful and sexually desirable women alive. If I wasn’t caged the way I was I know I
would be rock hard just looking at her.
We entered the
building and I noticed that there were four long tables set up and that they
were loaded with food. Chairs had been
set up around the perimeter and in the back,
a stage looked to be ready for live music and dancing. We walked through a narrow entry in order to
get to the main area of the hall. And as
I stepped through Sandy instructed me to stand off to the side where I could
greet all the guests as they entered.
“When someone
comes in, just bow and say welcome and
then curtsey and let them pass. If they
address you at all make sure that you are 100% polite. It would not be good for you to show any type of offense to anyone. Are we clear?”
“Yes, goddess,
I understand.”
It wasn’t long
before I saw Jenny coming towards me accompanied by two men. I tried to do as I was instructed; I bowed at
the waist and said welcome to our party.
And then I tried to curtsey as Sandy had shown me. Jenny then turned to one of the men she was
with and said, “This is Sandy’s slave slash husband. I told you what a pansy he was, now do you
believe it?”
“I sure do,”
said the man she had addressed. “It is
no wonder she is looking for a real man.”
Jenny then turned
to me and said, “Donna, this is Bill. I
brought him here tonight to introduce him to Sandy. She has been telling me that she needs
someone in her bed that isn’t queer. I
hope they hit it off, don’t you?”
I didn’t know
quite how to react to that question, so I simply said,
”Nice to meet you, Bill, I hope you enjoy yourself, tonight.”
”Nice to meet you, Bill, I hope you enjoy yourself, tonight.”
Jenny turned
back around to me, “And Donna this is Tom.
He is my date for the evening but I know he wants to get better
acquainted with Sandy as well.”
I bowed respectfully
and said, “I am glad you could join us tonight.”
Then they
turned and started to walk away but I heard Tom remark, “God what a candy ass
he is. Bill,
I hope you fuck his wife until she squeals.
If that is what she has been sleeping with she will be over the moon
with a real man inside her pussy.”
I wanted to go
after him and beat him to a pulp for disrespecting my wife. But I knew that would only cause me more
misery.
I stood there
like a damned fool as everyone of my
friends trooped in. They all threw snide
remarks my way and called me names. I
took it all in stride, bowing and curtsying and wishing them welcome. And then my world came completely crashing
down as I was forced to greet, my mother, my sister,
and my older brother.
My mother took
one look at me and said, “Well, Sandy warned me but I still don’t believe that
my youngest son has turned out to be a queer.”
“Oh I don’t
know, I always thought there was a little something strange about him. I used to think that he was sniffing my
panties out of the laundry basket. What
do you think of your little brother George?”
“Well, he is
one ugly broad, but if he let his hair grow and had the right make up he might
look good enough to give me a blowjob. Those heels certainly give his legs a nice
shape.”
I bowed to the
three of them and they ushered past me just in time for my boss and three of my
co-workers to take their place.
As I bowed and
started to curtsy my boss just pushed me out of the way so hard that I fell
against the wall and turned my ankle.
“Get out of my way you damned pansy,” he spit. “And don’t bother showing up for work on
Monday. I didn’t know I hired a damned
queer, but now I do, your fired.”
Tears were
running down my cheeks as they walked away.
I had no idea what I was going to do for a living now. I am sure that the word would be all over
town by Monday afternoon and I would have zero prospects of finding another
job. Apparently someone had spoken to
Sandy for in just a few seconds she was by my side.
“Jesus
Christ,” she exclaimed. “Quit your
bawling. You are ruining your
mascara. Come on follow me, I will get
you fixed up.”
She led me
into the ladies room and sat me down on a stool. She got a cold cloth and began wiping my
face. Are you through with your
hysterics now, so I can fix your make-up?”
“You don’t
understand,” I said. “Mr. Jenkins just
fired me. I have no job and no prospects
of getting another one. What am I going
to do?”
“First off,
Mr. Jenkins can’t fire you. I have
already talked to him and explained that it would be sexual discrimination for
him to fire you. He said that maybe he
had over reacted and if you come into the office Monday morning and get down on
your hands and knees, kiss his feet and beg; he will give your job back. So you see you have nothing to worry
about. And besides I have been talking
with some of the other women and we are talking about setting you up to clean
house for some of the wealthier men in town.
I am sure that if you are especially nice to them that you will make as
much in tips as you do now.”
She then
reapplied mascara to my lashes and put some eyeliner on me as well. She handed me a lipstick and told me to touch
up my lips. I did and started to hand it
back to her but she told me to keep it, as she was sure I would need it many
times before the night was over.
She then
motioned for me to follow her. When we
go out into the main hall she had me step up on the stage and handed me a
microphone. She took one as well. She then made and announcement. “I want to welcome all of you here tonight
for Donna’s coming out party. I doubt
that many of you suspected that she has always been a closet transvestite, but
now you can see it clearly for yourselves.
I want you all to feel free to ask her any questions you might have and
I know she will answer you honestly and completely, So with that said, who
would like to go first?”
“I would,”
said my mother. “Donna how long have you
been doing this?”
“I just
discovered the desire about two weeks ago,” I replied.
“Oh, I don’t
buy that for a minute. A man does not
just suddenly decide to wear women’s clothes.
I bet you were sneaking around with my underwear when you were a
teenager.”
“No, mom,
really I wasn’t.”
She then
addressed my wife, “Sandy what are you going to do now that he has turned into
a queer? I know divorce might seem
difficult for you with all the community property, but I don’t see how you can
continue to live with a queer.”
“You don’t
have to worry about me, mom, Donna insisted on turning over all the assets into
my name. I could throw him out in the
street without even clothes on his back and he would be helpless to
resist. But, truthfully I kind of like
the idea of having a full-time maid. My only real problem is finding a real man to
share my bed. Does anyone have a
suggestion?”
“I do,” my
brother declared. “I would be more than
happy to show you what a real man can do between the sheets.”
“I will give
that some thought, but unless you have a lot bigger cock than little Donna here,
I would not be interested. I hear small
things run in families. Mom, is that
true?”
My mother
again stood up laughing. “Well, I
wouldn’t know about George here. I
haven’t inspected his penis since he was old enough to wash himself.
I can tell you for a fact that his father wasn’t worth a damn in
bed. And I know that both of these boys
had a nasty habit of masturbation. Their
sheets were always stained yellow. I
hope you have found a way to stop that habit.’
“It is funny
you mentioned that Donna, asked me to
help her quit playing with herself. And
I found the nicest little cage to lock her up in. If she wasn’t snuggled so nicely into her
panty girdle, I would have her show it to you.”
And then a
cheer went up and they all started chanting, “Show us, show us, show us.”
“Well,
alright,” Sandy announced if that is what everyone wants. I will give you five minutes for anyone that
would be offended to go outside. After
that I will have Donna, pull up her dress and pull down her panties so you can
all inspect her cage. It seems to do the
trick but I would welcome any ideas if you know of something better.”
She then
looked at her watch and we just stood there and waited. When it became obvious that no one was going
to leave she ordered me to pull my panties down and stand still with my dress
raised so that anyone that wanted could come forward and inspect my cage. I nearly died as absolutely every single
person came up and poked and prodded me.”
When the last
one had passed me, my wife announced that the band would begin shortly. She told them to help themselves to the
buffet and get whatever they wanted to drink.
“When you are finished with your plates just set them on the floor
beside you and Donna will come by and clean up.
And if you want more to eat or drink just tell her and she will be glad
to serve you. And don’t forget, this is
her night and she has requested to be allowed to service you in any and all
ways. So if there is something that you
would like her to do, just let her know.
If for any reason she does not feel like she can comply then come and
let me, Jenny or Mary know and we will rectify the situation. You may have to talk to the others as I plan
to get to know a couple of the male friends that are here. I am looking forward to dancing with as many
of you as may wish to do so. And so,
strike up the band.”
I was kept
busy carrying food and drink all night long.
One thing I found to be exceedingly difficult was retrieving the plates,
cups, and silverware from the floor. Most of the guests soon discovered if they
set their utensils under their chairs that I would have to get down on my knees
to retrieve them and soon everyone was doing it. They seemed to take delight in seeing how far
back they could push the stuff so I would have to get even closer to the
floor. And then a new game began they
would deliberately sit in their seats and call me over to pick up their
discards. Of course, I would have to get down with my face almost touching
their shoes in order to accomplish the task.
And when I was stretched out to the fullest they would lift their feet
solidly against my mouth. And then they
would loudly complain that I had got lipstick on their shoes.
Jenny heard
one man make that complaint and she came over while I was still kneeling,
pushed my head down and said, “Dear god, girl
can’t you do anything right. See the
smudge on his shoes. Lick it off, now.”
I tentatively
reached my tongue out and with some effort managed to clean away the
lipstick. Then I started to get up but
Jenny was having none of that. “Take
another look, slave. You got the
lipstick but now there is one clean spot, which makes the rest of the shoe look
dirty. I guess you will have to
completely lick both his shoes clean so they will even out.” I had no choice but to obey although it made
me almost sick to my stomach to do it.
Fortunately, he was more interested in humiliating me than in having his
shoes cleaned because I know I moved more dirt around than I swallowed.
Jenny then
grabbed the microphone and announced.
“Donna apparently has been careless in her duties tonight. She got lipstick on Tom’s shoes so I had to
make her lick them clean. You might want
to check your own footwear to make sure she hasn’t made the same mistake with
your shoes or boots. Does anyone else
need a clean up?”
Several people
raised their hands and Jenny said, “Ok, why don’t you each come up one at a
time and let Donna clean your shoes or boots.
I am going to set a chair right here in the middle of the floor so she
doesn’t have to keep getting up or down.
And, Mary, would you do me a favor and supervise? I don’t think she did a very good job on
Tom’s shoes. I know you have trained
your own bootlicker, so you should be able to point out Donna’s flaws.”
“I would be
happy to assist,” declared Mary. “Would
someone mind getting me one of the used kitchen rags? Normally I would just let her clean her
tongue on her teeth but with the amount of filth she needs to lick up tonight,
in just a little while her tongue will be so black that she would be worthless
as a cleaner. So every few strokes she
is going to need to wipe it off with a
rag. On second thought why not bring two
rags, one loaded with detergent and the other wet with water. And don’t bother getting clean rags, just
whatever you find on the counter will do.”
So one at a
time they all took advantage of my tongue.
Even those who I had not been in contact with decided they needed me to
lick their boots. I have no idea of how
much filth I ingested, but by the time the second one left I could hardly
swallow, my mouth was so dry. I begged
Mary for something to drink and she stood up and walked towards the stage
saying that she would ask Sandy what I was allowed. In just a few minutes Sandy came back with
Mary. “Show me your tongue, slave,” She demanded. I opened my mouth and she inspected it. “Well, it looks like the rags are doing their
job, but I can see she does need something to wet her tongue with. What would you like to drink slave?”
I replied,
“Anything, goddess, as long as it is wet.”
“Hmmm,” she
said, “That leaves quite a lot open for interpretation. I have always wanted to see you drink
something special. Someone hand me an
empty cup, please. I will be right
back.”
She was gone
for several minutes and I wondered what was taking her so long when she
returned. She handed me the cup and
without hesitation, I took a huge
gulp. I had drunk about half the glass
before the taste finally hit me and I knew I was drinking urine. I put my hand to my mouth as if I was going
to gag but Sandy warned me in a loud voice to keep it down. “Now, finish the glass,” She told me.
I did as she
asked and set the glass down on the floor.
As she turned to walk away Sandy spoke to the crowd. “You all know what she likes to drink. I can’t produce enough piss to satisfy her I
am sure so would you folks mind keeping a full glass in front of her? That way
any time she gets thirsty she will be satisfied.”
And I heard
her laugh all the way to the stage?
I wanted to
die, and if Mary had not been standing guard with her pointed toed boots aimed
at my balls I would have just laid down, curled up in a ball and cried myself
to sleep. But I knew the physical
punishment would be swiftly meted out and I valued my testicles, even though I
doubt I would ever get to use them again.

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