The Garden Party
By 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 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-through thong pantie, a black see-through 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 weren’t stiletto heels because she didn’t want me to sink into the ground. Her comment only made me even more confused about 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, despite my being almost numb with surprise at her actions, feeling a little silly in the woman’s clothing, and both nervous and excited about what might be in store.
She kept me waiting as she went into her bedroom. She emerged several minutes later wearing a gorgeous long evening dress in scarlet silk, long at the bottom, going to her beautiful ankles, but very short on top, as her gorgeous bust line was clearly defined by the strapless top, which 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, flashing a very tantalizing view of her long, beautiful legs.
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 she could keep a constant watch on me from her rearview mirror. She said that no matter what happened, I would keep my arms out to my sides and not touch or cover myself. 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 and several corner turns at various intersections, which soon had me completely disoriented about which 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 sign. 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. I realized I, as a blindfolded crossdresser with large boobs and see-through panties, was instantly on display for anyone who 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 was a circular drive, and from the immediate voices, I heard a valet opening the car door to let the mistress out, then came around to the other side to take my hand to help me exit the car. I realized I must be at a home with a circular drive and an evening valet to assist with parking. My mistress stopped me long enough to “refresh” my whore red lipstick. Then I was apparently led 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 the greeting, it was obvious that my mistress and I 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: would anyone at the party know my identity? I lived an hour’s drive away, but from the sounds, it was a fairly large gathering. Through my job and travel, I have met many individuals over the last several years. I hoped my “disguise” of a female body-shaping wig, smeared lipstick, and an 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” to come.
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 despite my total consternation at the situation, causing a rise in the tumescence of my cock.
Noticing this, one loud female voice called to the mistress who was some distance away and asked if her subject wasn’t 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, she 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 just to continue standing.
My brain was firing so many messages and emotions at me that I was 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 asked what the other fantasy I had talked about was. 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. Apparently, several high-end real estate men and their wives or companions were in attendance. I heard a few references to state senators and legislators, and to one national Congressman, but I wasn’t sure whether they were spoken of or spoken to. Among others, two very attractive women in attendance were not only not masked but also 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 were obviously 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 within a few feet of 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” that 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 to what I could only describe as a vertical metal pole with a small seat attached to its front. The seat was not at normal sitting height, but instead only about a foot off the ground. I was lowered into this chair. My arms were held behind the pole, and my wrists were 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 as far apart as my legs could go. 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.
In our previous meetings, my Mistress had introduced me to sucking on several dildos and strap-ons, and the ones she used had grown in size in various sessions. But nowhere near the size of the cock that came into my mouth. My mouth and my very psyche were publicly used and abused by a man’s cock that was large to begin with and became absolutely huge. He must have been very experienced, as he would insert himself into my mouth and throat just to where I would start to gag, back out about halfway, let me recover slightly, and then hunch his hips and his dick back again into my throat. With the continual stimulation of my mouth and throat, the saliva was soon rolling out of my mouth, and the drool continued to spread around my mouth and onto my rigidly held body.
For what seemed an eternity, Mistress would direct him to use me as her personal fluffer. She would have him stop to allow me to rest my aching jaw for a minute or two, and for the audience to see the huge cock in its entirety as his became more and more engorged. It would become slightly smaller during the rest period, then Mistress would direct him to slam that dick back into my mouth, and for me not to forget that my mission was enforced sucking. My throat was involuntarily producing large amounts of saliva as he throat fucked me. The attendees became more and more animated in their cat calls and comments about the huge dick and the helpless but diligent cock-sucker.
Each time his cock would thrust into me with my head held firmly by the belts holding my head immovable against the pole. But as both his excitement and size mounted, so did the depth to which he would push down my gagging throat. Although not really needed because of my immovability, his large hands came up to hold onto each side of my face to further demonstrate my helplessness and the power of his cock over me. Each time taking longer and longer before I was allowed to breathe. Time after time, the cock-sucking, followed by a short rest, my just catching my breath, huge gobs of saliva falling from my mouth, unable to speak in my bewilderment and consternation at what I had allowed to be done to me. Then back to a monster dick being slammed into my mouth and throat.
Finally, the bull must have given her some signal that he was ready, the Mistress called over what had to be the two naked “models”. The bull made one more vicious thrust down my throat, this time his pubic bone slamming against my nose, my gagging over the cock completely down my throat, and mentally begging for a breath of air. Finally, she had the bull jerk out of my mouth. I had nearly fainted from my gagging and lack of air, all of which my Mistress ignored. She had each woman take a handful of his dick and, with the room left over, start to jack him off with his massive organ aimed at my face.
They got a rhythm going on his dick, and soon the literal climax of the evening arrived. Mistress again ordered me to open wide, and then stream after stream of semen arrived on my face and into my mouth. The audience, which had kept moving closer to view everything, was both clapping and screaming their approval of a show they all enjoyed at my expense. My Mistress bent down to inspect the mess and said one command: “Swallow it all.” The ladies who had assisted in making the bull cum were immediately licking up the cum that had not landed in my mouth but instead around my face. They then slowly, and to the great enjoyment of the assembled audience, would snowball the cum from their mouths onto my extended tongue. Followed each time by my mistress’s command to swallow.
A couple of minutes later, the man who must have been the property’s owner asked the audience if they liked the bull’s performance. Great whistles, shouts, and applause. Then he asked whether they liked the little cock-sucker’s performance. Even louder as the mistress removed my bonds, helped me stand, and, still one more evidence of my humiliation, ordered me to bow for the audience.
I was led, my fully exposed dick swinging back and forth, still staggering in my high heels, back around to the front of the mansion. The valet, who had evidently been able to watch the show, said I had been a great performer. I then realized he was speaking to my Mistress and not me. We left, this time with me in the other front seat and, as it was well after dark and growing chilly, with the convertible top back in its place over us.
As we were in her car and heading back to her dungeon, despite my aching and grossly abused throat, I had to ask, in a completely croaky voice, about the possibility of my identity being exposed, as I had been worrying about that for the entire evening. Mistress reached over to remove my mask, then explained that, with my feminine makeup, never having been allowed to speak, and having no identifying tattoos, she felt it was highly unlikely that even a close friend could have guessed my identity. Mistress also explained that during the evening and particularly during my “show,” the two women prostitutes, hired to be naked for the evening, had been groped by many men and women as they became enamored with first the nudity and then the cock sucking going on in front of them.
Mistress said that for her own protection and that of the owner of the mansion and garden, there had been a requirement that all attendees surrender their cell phones. In addition, three surreptitious surveillance cameras were recording all the guests and their actions. Anyone trying to use the activities for their personal gain, whether political, monetary, or just plain meanness, would suddenly find they had lost total control of their lives and livelihood. One copy of the combined videos would be kept by the property owner, one for Mistress, and one for me for a memento of the most bizarre, humiliating, erotic, and simultaneously enlightening evening of my life. I was too numb to do any more than mumble my thanks.
Back at Mistress’s dungeon, she removed all my lipstick and had me shower to remove the sweat and the remaining dried cum on my face and in my hair. I put on my regular clothes, staggered to my car, and somehow managed the hour’s drive back to my home. As I sank into an exhausted, dreamless sleep, I realized that I had not had an orgasm the entire evening and yet felt totally sexually drained. I owe it all to Mistress for her fulfilling my most secret fantasies as a cross-dressing, publicly exhibited and humiliated, cock-sucking, cum drinking, faggot whore.
The End.
*The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free websites and is now in the public domain, so that we can republish it here.