I saw hot pink panties with white lace trim, a garter belt, and white fishnet stockings. He knew I was confused by this, so he explained it by saying "I’ve been strapped to that table too, Michelle. Tomorrow you’ll be wearing pretty pink panties just like me. Pete likes all his girls in pink."

Jim put his lingerie in a neat pile and stood naked in front of me, as I just stared at his beautiful, shaved cock. Pete sent his cock all the way up my ass and left it there while he gave me instructions. From this day forward, whenever Pete showed me his cock, my job was to drop to my knees and beg for it, and explain why I needed it. Failure to do this would result in an immediate spanking. Pete said "I know you can’t drop to your knees while you’re strapped to the table, but you can begin humiliating yourself by begging for Jim’s cock now."

"Please let me suck your cock, Jim. I’ll give you an excellent blow job and I’ll swallow every drop of your sperm. Please let my lips and tongue make love to your beautiful penis. I need your cock because I need a man to show me that I’m really a girl. I want to be used by men, and I need to be put in my place. I need to serve another man’s cock like a slave." Pete seemed to enjoy my little monologue because he started banging my pussy faster.

Jim shoved his cock in my mouth and said, "don’t worry, little girl. You’ll be my cock-sucking slave all night," and I was thrilled to have two cocks in me at the same time. I loved sucking his cock, and I loved feeling it get hard inside my mouth. In less than a minute it was throbbing and I was proud of what I’d done. Jim pulled his cock out of my mouth and spread cocaine on its head. He said, "this is to make sure you have something to suck all night," and then he shoveled some up my nose, and his.

He pulled up the high chair, got comfortable and smiled at me, because we both knew I would be sucking his cock for a long time. The cock reaming my pussy was also treated for endurance, but it was sliding in and out of me easily now, and it felt wonderful. Pete didn’t need to blackmail me anymore. I was very happy with my new gender, and I wanted nothing more than to be brought completely under his control.

Jim’s cock was delicious, and I loved sucking on it while he relaxed and enjoyed my service. The chair put him in the perfect position, and my head bobbed up and down on his cock in rhythm with the one that was ramming my ass. I was determined to endure this assfucking marathon and still give a perfect blow job. I wanted Pete to know that I was going to be a good little girl for him.

Pete and Jim were teasing me about becoming a slave girl, even though Jim was s slave girl too. Like me he was handsome and petit, so I guess we were "Pete’s type." They explained that any time my pants came down for the rest of my life, whomever might be present would see hot-pink panties wrapped about my ass, and they would know I’m a girl. Jim’s doctor saw Jim’s panties, and he become