A Toy Party Story
Keywords: Party, A, Story, Toy,
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*Toy Party Story*
Recently I met with a person whose sole desire was to be fully dressed and transformed for me. We spent quite a bit of time on the phone discussing why feminization was such a powerful fantasy for him.
He explained that he felt so vulnerable and powerless as a woman and that it was exactly the opposite of his everyday life where he held much responsibility and control. He explained to me that giving himself to me completely would be the ultimate turnon for him, and that doing it dressed as a woman would excite him in a way that he rarely experienced with vanilla sex.
He wanted to give himself to me to be used like a toy. I thought that was really ironic, because I was going to have a toy party, and I thought that it might be kind of fun to have a living breathing sex toy to wait on the people at my party and liven up things a bit.
I thought a lot about who I might invite that would make the sex toy party even more than he had envisioned or planned for. I invited several bisexual friends who were in their 30s and 40s. I also invited one young hunk who was 25 years old who I knew to be very bi curious.
My friend, of course, was pretty nervous about the party. He asked me a couple of times on the phone what he should wear to the party. I finally decided that it would be prudent to take him on a shopping trip to find exactly the right clothes for him.
I also thought that it would be fun to embarrass him in the women's department. I wanted his face to be several shades of pink as I picked out panties, stockings, and bras for him. I also planned on asking the sales woman if she had a measuring tape so I could measure him in the store to figure out what bra to buy.
The day of the shopping and the party came, and I met him to go to the store. I could tell right away that he was both aroused and nervous.
I whispered naughtily to him that I hoped that he hadn't been masturbating or touching himself in anticipation. He blushed and said that actually he had. I told him that he was a very naughty sub and that he would definitely have to be punished. I told him that I was going to pull up his skirt and spank his naughty ass at the party tonight in front of everyone. He said that he would do whatever it took to please me.
*At the Store*
In the store, I knew exactly what I wanted and made directly for the women's department. My friend was not keeping up and I kind of guessed it was because he was nervous and anxious about what I might say.
Although I understood the nervousness and where it was coming from, I was there to accomplish a task and I wasn't in the mood to coddle him. It was at moments like that I really wished for a collar and a leash. I made do though and grabbed his hand and pulled him along like a pouting child.
I told him that if he wanted a treat after our shopping trip that he had to behave like a good boy. There were other people shopping nearby who smiled and probably were thinking, "what a cuckold?". But that sufficiently embarrassed him so that he quit lagging and kept up.
In the women's department, I headed for the lingerie section. I have to explain here that I like black panties because they are always so sexy and excite me immensely.
I also like pink just for humiliation sake. I like red as a seductive sort of color in lingerie. Of course other colors are nice, but those are the ones I tend to gravitate to. There were some nice sheer black thongs that I though would be great. I picked out a size I thought would fit and I suggested that he touch the fabric to see what he thought of them.
Then I held them up to him. Hm, that would look very nice on you, I said, as other people strolled by. Some of them giggled and some of them looked embarrassed. We soon had that section of the store to ourselves. I summoned the sales person as I had planned and asked for a consultation on his bra size.
The embarrassed salesperson gave me a measuring tape and I measured his chest size right in the store. He was definitely living up to my expectations and blushing a bright pink.
I picked out a waist trimmer that would make his waist look nice and small and girly. Next we picked out some nice lace topped stockings. In the clothing section we picked out a short little black dress and a slip.
I made a point of holding up each item to him and commenting on how it would look on him. Then we headed for the makeup and jewelry counter. I picked out some nice clip on earrings. I decided on a sexy eye shadow and lipstick.
In the shoe section I picked out a lovely pair of black high heeled pumps, and I swear that I was beginning to feel like prince charming as I handed him a few pairs of shoes to try on. I couldn't wait to get him home to my evil dominatrix lair to make him into my prissy little slut.
*The Transformation* Sissies have always excited me. And I use that term endearingly. I"ve always been attracted to effeminate men. The first boy I ever had a crush on when I was a girl was a promiscuous little sissy who was the first one in our class to french kiss.
When I was older, I dated an effeminate cuckold who got incredibly turned on when I cheated on him. If I wanted his 8 inches to stand tall all I needed to do was tell him how good it was to be fucked by another guy, or flirt with another man when we went out.
I've always thought it was too bad we hadn't taken his masochism and effeminate nature to the next step. If I had been a little more experimental in my early twenties I might have found that he liked taking it up the ass as well. I've always wondered what might have happened if I had discovered my liking for strap on sex at an earlier age.
The act of dressing someone as a woman is extremely exciting to me and the idea of dressing my friend in the clothes we had purchased was no exception to the rule. I was already fantasizing about how he would look in the dress we had bought as we traveled home from the store.
I let him walk up the steps ahead of me and my wicked nature made me grab his ass in the hallway and give it a good slap.
"How will you enjoy being an object on display?" I asked him.
When we got inside I made him shed his man clothes and I took them into the bedroom and locked them in an old suitcase. I told him that he could have them back if he did his job well tonight. I slowly looked him up and down to let him know that he was my sex toy and an object.
I let him stand there on my carpet in silence, me staring at his nakedness with my big green eyes until he couldn't stand it anymore.
He asked me, "Please may I have some clothes Mistress. "
I looked at him standing there naked in the middle of my living room, trying to hide his semi-hard penis.
I laughed at him and said, "I never said you'd be serving us with clothes on. " I said it just to see his discomfort at the idea.
But what I really desired was to see him all dressed up for me. I pulled out the panties that we had just purchased and watched him step into them. I also cinched his waist tightly. I do love a small waist because it is very nice to hold onto during strapon play. Then I showed him how to put on the bra, first hooking it in front then twisting it around and putting his arms through.
I had to adjust the straps of the bra so that it would be situated over his actual breast area. Just for fun, I rubbed his nipples through the soft bra fabric.
Then I made him sit down and I showed him how to very carefully bunch up the stockings and pull them over his feet and ankles and oh so carefully inch them up his calves, over his knees and up his thighs. I told him how delicate they were and how it was very important to keep his feet and his hands manicured so he wouldn't snag them.
Already I could see that the soft fabric of the panty hose was arousing him and his little clit was standing at attention in his panties. I was amused and pleased at the same time. Next I had him put on the slip and the dress, and slip into his high heels. His response was really exciting me and I felt a familiar pulsing of my clit and a wetness between my legs.
I do love to see someone fully dressed. But we weren't quite finished. I clipped the clip-on earrings on his ears. I also had to apply the makeup. I held his chin firmly as I applied a sexy, seductive coat of lipstick to his pouting lips. Next I slowly evened it out with my finger. Then I made him close his eyes as I applied eye shadow. I stepped back and surveyed my work.
"Mmm. Yes you do look like a little slut now. Lick your lips. I ordered him."
As he licked his lips, I the wicked thought came to my mind, yes, those lips would look so hot around my strap on dick.
Next I gave him walking lessons. I made him walk up and down in front of me, showing me how sexy he could be. I gave him pointers on how to swivel his hips as he walked in his little black dress. I modeled him in front of a full length mirror so that he could see the full effect of his transformation.
I had to explain to him his duties for the night. I planned on him serving drinks to everyone, and acting as Vanna for the sex toys as I introduced them one by one. I also owed him a good spanking. Who knew what might happen afterwards?
Slut Serves at Toy Party
The evening passed quickly and soon guests were arriving. My seductive sissy toy opened the door and met each person as they came in. My friends were open minded and knew to expect anything from me, so my cross-dressing friend did not surprise or offend them in any way.
In fact some of them were even a little playful and interested in my friend. My young bullish bi curious friend seemed especially interested. I wondered at the time whether it was because he wished he was in my friend's place, or if perhaps he wasn't a little bit sexually attracted to my new "woman" friend.
Soon everyone was there, and my slut was kept busy bringing drinks to people and sometimes enduring slaps on the ass or people copping a feel. I imagine though that he was thoroughly enjoying it despite his blushing face.
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Keywords: Party, A, Story, Toy,