Literotic asexstories – The Garden Party by ghayes777,ghayes777
I was wrong. Completely wrong.
She ordered me to strip out of my clothing, which was a normal procedure for our sessions and then she announced that I was going to be the “entertainment” at a garden party. As I was processing her words she handed me an outfit that I was to put on. It was time, she said, to put some of my fantasy life into real life, to not ask questions and just do as I was told.
I had never had an interest let alone worn women’s clothing but my “outfit” was a black, see-thru thong pantie, a black see-thru bra that was equipped with large — I would guess a D or DD size, – silicon breasts complete with protuberant rose colored nipples. She added a tight, corset like, waist cincher that gave me an instant female shape. After I donned this lingerie she placed a blond wig over my hair, had me get into a black pair of high heel “fuck me” pumps complete with ankle straps. She aided my walking around in the heels until I wasn’t teetering too badly. She remarked that they were not stiletto heels as she didn’t want me to sink into the ground. Her comment only led me to be even more contused with her plans for me.
She completed the package by putting on a thick coating of whore red lipstick on my lips. She took a couple of pictures of me in this get up with her camera in spite of my being almost numb in surprise at her actions and feeling a little silly in the woman’s clothing and both nervous and excited at what might be in store.
She kept me waiting as she went into her bedroom and several minutes later emerged wearing a gorgeous long evening dress, in scarlet silk, that was long at the bottom going to her beautiful ankles but very short on the top as her gorgeous bust line was clearly defined as the strapless top just barely covered her protruding nipples. When she walked toward me it was also evident that the dress had a side-slit that went all the way up to her waist and flashed a very tantalizing view of her long and beautiful leg.
It was approaching early evening as she led me to her garage and put me in the back seat of her Mercedes, which was itself a bit difficult with my high heels. She had me sit exactly in the middle of the seat so that she would be able to keep a constant watch on me from her rear view mirror. She said no matter what occurred I would keep my arms out to my sides and not to touch or cover myself in any way. She then produced a leather blindfold which she placed over my eyes.
We backed out of the garage, she hit the button to close the garage door and proceeded out of her housing area. We made several slight turns as well as several corner turns at various intersections which soon had me completely disoriented as to what direction we were traveling.
While it was getting later in the day it was not yet sundown. We proceeded to an intersection with a stop, I presumed we were at a stop sign or stop light and based on the sound of several cars, we were about to enter a major road. She exclaimed, “oh, I almost forgot”. With that she hit a button and suddenly the top of her convertible came open and settled itself into the boot and I realized I, as a blindfolded crossdresser with large boobs and see through panties, was instantly on display for any that cared to look.
I pleaded with my mistress to please put the top up as I was horribly exposed as well as totally humiliated. Her only comment was to be still as I was making it difficult for her to concentrate on her driving.
For the next twenty minutes or so we proceeded down several roads with many cars noticing the blindfolded and barely covered, large breasted “woman” sitting in the middle of the back seat of a convertible. The honking and several shouted insults were leaving me nearly petrified with embarrassment and yet, strangely excited as I knew I had admitted to my mistress of a fantasy desire to be exhibited.
As our drive ended we turned into what I guessed to be a circular drive and from the immediate voices I heard a valet opening the car door to let the mistress out and then came around to the other side to take my hand to aid my exiting the car. I realized I must be at a home large enough for a circular drive and expensive enough to have an evening valet aiding the parking. My mistress stopped me long enough to “refresh” my whore red lipstick. Then I was led apparently around to the side and then to the back of the house where I could hear from several conversations that many people were attending a garden party. From those conversations and then greeting us it was obvious that I and my mistress had made quite an entrance.
The next hour was surreal with blindfolded sensory input from a situation completely out of my control and completely new to all of my experience. Always in the back of my mind was the huge question of would anyone at the party know my identity. I lived an hour’s drive away but based on the sounds it was a somewhat large gathering and with my job and travel I had met many individuals in the last several years. I hoped my “disguise” of the female body shaping, wig, smeared on lipstick and eye mask/ blindfold would make it more difficult to recognize me. But the trepidation of being outed as a submissive exhibitionist would remain. And, as the evening wore on, there was an even bigger “outing” that would occur.
Off and on I was led around the area where various people commented on me, some complimentary, some raunchy, some denigrating me as a pervert to allow myself to pretend to be a woman, even though, as they would remark, I did have a great set of tits. Off and on my mistress would order me to stand still while she would proceed to walk away to talk with other guests, have a glass of champagne, etc. While standing by myself I would occasionally feel hands, apparently both male and female, touching me in intimate areas, and in spite of my total consternation at the situation, causing a rise in tumescence of my cock.
Noticing this, one loud female voice called to mistress who was some distance away and asked wasn’t her subject uncomfortable with his cock being constricted by the panties? Based on the sounds and conversations I was, if not earlier, now the total object of attention by all guests. Speaking loudly enough to be heard by all, my mistress said she could remedy that and producing a set of scissors, cut the elastic bands on the sides of my panties, waited a few seconds of showmanship and then jerked the panties aside as my excited cock jumped out in front of my body. Clapping all around but some other comments along the lines of “oh, is that all the dick she has?” “Really small in the penis department isn’t she”. It was all I could do to just continue standing.
My brain was firing so many messages and emotions to me as to be almost totally overcome. My mistress then, almost whispering in my ear, reminded me that this was what I fantasized about being able to do for years and now I was actually doing it. But then to almost sizzle my brain she then asked what was the other fantasy I had talked about. I immediately remembered and could hardly breathe I was so emotionally frazzled…
As I could never actually see what was happening around me I kept listening to conversations. There apparently were several high end real estate men and their wives or companions in attendance. I heard a few references to state senators and legislators and one national Congressman but I wasn’t sure if they were spoken of or spoken to. Among others it seemed there were two very attractive women in attendance that were not only not masked but were wearing only high heels, jewelry and perfume. The best guess of several people’s voices was that they were high end prostitutes/ “models” hired for the evening. They obviously were being viewed, spoken with and felt by many hands as they walked about.
Mistress then began tapping on her champagne glass until she had everyone’s attention and then announced to the assembled group that the other half of the entertainment had arrived. She said a friend was bringing in a special specimen flown in for just this occasion. I heard another person being led into the assemblage and brought up to being only a few feet away from me. Her words were “well, we’ve seen one cock put on display for the garden party, now let’s see the other.” She evidently produced the scissors again, cut off the brief of the other individual and pulled it away from his body. The “ooohhhhh” the came out of everyone’s mouth indicated that he must be, to say the least, quite large. Then her words were “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet”. I caught on that I was going to be involved in that “anything”.
I was led over to what I could only describe as a vertical metal pole with a small seat attached to the front of it. The seat was not at normal sitting height be instead only about a foot off the ground. I was lowered into this chair. My arms were held back behind the pole and my wrists strapped together. Straps were produced and placed around my waist holding me in position in the chair. A spreader bar was on the ground in front of my position and my ankles and high heels were strapped about as far as my legs could go apart. Another strap was then placed around the pole and tied tightly to my forehead leaving me completely unable to move my head or torso at all.
And then began my complete humiliation and emasculation. The “specimen” was then led up to being directly in front of me. He stepped over the spreader bar and between my open legs. My Mistress said, quite simply but certainly loud enough for all to hear, “Your mouth is at just the right height. Open up nice and wide.” And then I became a public cock-sucker.
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