PARTY1.TXT    1 of 4.  by Cindy V.  femdom, TV, humil

Dear Readers:  This is a four part story that I wrote as a followup
to an introductory story written by someone else.  In the introductory 
story our hero lets his girlfriend Annie put panties and makeup on him
for what he thinks is a little harmless fun between the two of them.
She has other ideas ...


     The doorbell rings, and you tell me to the answer it.  But
I'm dressed only in panties.  You smile sweetly and insist that
I answer it just the way I am.  I do, and in walk your friends
Barbara, Cathy and Diane.  They break into laughter as they see
me.  "Oh he's so cute," they coo.  They make me clasp my hands
behind me, as they examine me thoroughly with their hands.  They
examine my makeup, commenting on my lovely long lashes, my pretty
pink cheeks, and my luscious red lips.  I am dying of embarrassment.  
They tease me about my panties and how nice they must feel
against my penis.  They squeeze my penis gently to see if the 
panties have had any effect on me, and of course they have.

     You remark that I have not greeted your friends properly,
and you command me to kiss each of them on the lips.  I attempt
to give each of them a gentle kiss, but they will have none of
that.  Each of them gives me a hot, tongue probing kiss that
excites me even more.  My excitement could not go unnoticed with
those skimpy panties, and your friends tease me about that too.

     You warn me to memorize each of your friends' touch and 
scent because that will become important to me later.

     For the moment you have me serve your friends coffee and
danish.  You then ask me to stand there quietly as they discuss
how you met me and what use you and they might make of me. You
and your friends move on to general conversation, including your
boyfriends and your sex lives with them.  I blush profusely
through my makeup as I overhear this, including the kinds of
things your friends would like to try with their boyfriends.

     Your friends had forgotten I was there until they noticed
me blushing.  You remind them that I am available for their use
or amusement.  In fact, perhaps each of them would like to take 
a turn using or abusing me.

     Barbara begins and asks if I have any experience walking in
heels.  I tell her no.  She then tells me to kneel before her
and remove her heels.  I do so quite gently, being careful to not
cause a run in her stockings.  She has gorgeous legs, and I 
notice her toenails are polished in a lovely shade of red, matching 
her fingernails.  She takes one of her feet and starts massaging
my crotch through my panties, and takes her other foot and
starts running it lightly over my lips.  She has me kiss the bottom 
of her foot, through her stockings, and when she is satisfied
she has me suck each of her toes.

     My sucking of her toes begins to arouse her, and she has me
kiss her all the way up her stockinged legs.  She tells me to go
on, to bury my head under her full skirt and slip, and to kiss
and lick her crotch.  I lick her through her panties until she
is satisfied.  She has been massaging my crotch with her toes
during all this time, but not enough so that I come.

     Barbara decides to reward me for my efforts by allowing me
the privilege of putting on her high heels.  I can not really
fit in them, but I cram as much of my feet as I can into them
and try to balance myself.  The four of you now encourage me to
walk in them with a feminine gait.  You and your friends
whistle at me and tease me, and you tell me I am not swiveling
my hips enough.  I try, but I can not master it.  In frustration 
Barbara grabs me, puts me over her lap, and starts spanking 
me with her hand.  "Maybe if your bottom is a little more
red, you will try harder to walk like a woman."  My face is as
red as she makes my bottom.  After spanking me for several 
minutes, she lets me up and has me walk in the heels some more.
The spanking has had some effect, and I now find it quite easy
to swivel my hips to her satisfaction.

     Cathy comes over to me and decides she would rather have
me tied up.  You get some pantyhose for Cathy to use on me.
She spreads my arms out to the sides and uses the pantyhose
to tie my wrists to a tall bookcase.  She also spreads my legs
and ties them by the ankles to the bookcase.  Now I am completely 
helpless to whatever she has in mind.

     Cathy comes up very, very close to me.  She rubs her body
up against mine.  I can feel the fullness of her breasts against
my chest.  She rubs some more, and decides she is not getting 
the full benefit of this while she is clothed.  She removes her
top and her jeans, showing herself to me in her bra and panties.
Now she rubs against me only wearing that.  Her silky bra feels
so nice against my chest, but then she removes it.  Her breasts
are big and round.  She rubs them slowly against my chest. She
tells us how much she is enjoying the friction against my chest
hairs.  It feels nice to me too, but I am not getting quite
enough from that to really enjoy it.

     She slowly takes a breast and puts it to my face.  She rubs
it slowly against my cheek, grazing past my lips.  She wonders
if I would like to kiss it.  Of course I would.  She wants me
to beg for the chance to kiss her breasts.  I do, but she is
not satisified with my begging.  I continue to beg, until finally 
I promise her "anything" if she will let me kiss her beautful
breasts.  "Anything?" she repeats, smiling at the other women.
"Yes, anything", I grovel.

     Cathy agrees, marking my "anything" promise for further use.
She puts her nipple in my mouth and tells me how she likes her
breasts treated.  First I am to roll the nipple lightly with my
lips.  Then I am to lick the entire breast area.  Then I am to
flick the nipple with my tongue.  Now I am to take the nipple
and suck it, first slowly and gently, and then harder and harder.

     As I am doing this, Kathy is rubbing her crotch against my
crotch.  She is rubbing her panties against my panties, but that
is not quite working for her.  She peels off her panties, and is
now rubbing her naked pussy against my panties.  She is rubbing
me like this harder and harder.  It is getting me hard, but it
is not quite the right stimulation for me.  However, it is working 
fine for her.

     I am merrily sucking away on her breast while she is rubbing 
my crotch very hard now.  There is a lot of friction going
on around her pussy, and Cathy is getting very wet.  This is
arousing for me, but is not the kind of stimulation that will
get me off.  I continue for as long as it takes, until Cathy
comes.

     After Cathy finishes, she asks me if I enjoyed sucking her
breasts.  Of course I did.  Thn she notices how between my
servicing both Barbara and her, my makeup is now a mess.  She
says that we need to fix that.  She wipes my face with a tissue.
Then she asks you if she may borrow your blusher.  You get it
for her, and Cathy strokes it on my face.  Meanwhile you can see
that something is going on in her  head too.  As she is making
my cheeks nice and pink, she asks me if I wish my nipples were
as sensitive as hers.  She looks at hers, which are standing up,
and asks me if I think her nipples are a pretty color.  When I
agree, she takes the blusher brush, dips it into the powder,
and starts stroking it on my nipples.

     "We want to get your nipples nice and pink, too, don't we?"
I feel ridiculous as she is dusting the pretty ink color onto
them.  The other girls are giggling at my predicament.  Meanwhile 
the feel of the brush on my nipples is very sexy, and my
penis is straining through the panties.  Cathy notices this
and says that I must like having my nipples blushed.  I find
this incredibly humiliating.  Cathy decides to leave me in this
state until I cool down.

     Diane steps up and asks, "Is it my turn, now?  I think I'd
like something really big up my pussy," she says with a mischievous 
smile.  Turning to me, she unties my hands and tells
me to masturbate for her, but not to cum.  The four of you
tease me, tell me to rub my pretty pink nipples, to rub my
balls and the underside of my penis too.  I am so embarrassed,
but so hot too.

     But Diane deflates my ego and my penis at once by disdainfully 
asking me if that's as big as I can make it.  "No, that
just won't do," she says with a sigh.  Retying my hands, she 
looks at my dejected face and says sarcastically to me, "Aw, 
you look so sad.  Let me see if I can make you any happier."

     And with that she reaches into her makeup bag and says to
me, "Maybe you just need a little more color."  She takes out
her blusher compact, dips the brush into the powder, and is
just about to put some on my cheeks when she stops and says,
"No, your cheeks are certainly rosy enough."  They are, from
the embarrassment of masturbating in front of everyone, and
then being told I wasn't big enough.  "And your nipples are
rosy enough too from the last application of blusher on them!
There must be something on you that needs a little color?"

     As she runs the blusher brush down my body from my nipples,
down, down, lower, lower, until all of you are hysterical with
laughter.  Everyone seems to understand what Diane will do next,
except me.  She gently holds the head of my penis with one hand,
while she runs the brush up and down the length of my penis with
the other hand.  She does this several times, dips the brush in
the powder again, and runs it up the underside of my penis as
well.  "Does this make you any happier, dear?"

     All of you are rolling on the floor laughing.  However, 
Diane's gentle attention with her soft brush on my penis has had
an electric effect on me, and I have never been so turned on.
Meanwhile it is turning a pink color from the powder, and I am
feeling as ridiculous as ever.

     Diane is not done with her makeup case.  She pulls out her
lipstick and touches up my lips with it.  Then she holds the
head of my penis again, and the threat is clear.  "Should I?,"
she asks you all.  None of you can answer because you are too
busy laughing.  So Diane merrily paints the head of my penis a
nice shade of red.

     As she goes once more into her bag, I cannot imagine what
further humiliation she can come up with.  She takes out her
eye shadow kit, dips the little brush into the blue powder, and
reaches for my penis again.  But this time she holds my penis
to keep it out of the way of her target - my balls.  She paints
my balls blue with her eyeshadow!  Even I get the meaning of
this - she is not going to give me any relief.  She steps back
to admire her makeup job on my penis, to the sound of everyone's 
laughter and applause.  She shows me the reflection of
my brightly made-up penis and balls in her compact mirror, and
my cheeks burn redder than ever.

     The painting of my penis was done so gently to give me a
lovely erection, but Diane is clearly not interested in it for
herself.  "I want something really big up my pussy," she reminds
us.  And she pulls out her really big rubber penis-shaped dildo.
Definitely bigger than me.  I am no competition for it.

     "Oh, but it's so dry.  I like it nice and wet so it goes in
me easier.  Be a dear and get it wet for me," she says to me.
And to my surprise she puts it to my lips and tells me to kiss
its head.  "That's it, get the tip nice and red from your pretty
red lipstick.  Just like your own penis."  I oblige, and she shows
me my red lip prints on it.  Then she pushes it in and out of my
mouth slowly, telling me to suck it and get it nice and wet for
her.  Finally she unties my hands while her dildo is still in
my mouth, and tells me to kneel down.

     Then Diane takes the wet dildo from my mouth, hands it to
me, lays down in front of me, and tells me how she wants me to
insert it in her.  First run it over her lips slowly and gently.
Then slowly part her lips and put a little bit of it inside her.
Diane instructs me that she likes a speed that is so much slower
than I ever imagined.  Very slow, long thrusts.  A slow, rhythm,
in and out.  This goes on for a long time, until she asks me to
speed up the thrusting.  Finally I am thrusting faster and faster
with her dildo, and she cums.  As my reward, she tells me to lick
it clean.  

     After Diane calms down a little, my girlfirend Annie looks around 
at everyone with a sly smile.  "I have a few ideas in mind too."

     Annie begins by blindfolding me and tying my hands behind
me.  She asks me if I remember when her friends first arrived
and kissed me, and I was instructed to memorize their scents
and touches.  I do remember, although I did not understand.
Annie now explains that it is time to test my memory.  I will
be kissed again while blindfolded.  Then I will eat my lovely
kisser's pussy.  Then I will have to identify her.  If I am
correct, I will be lovingly fondled.  But if I am wrong, I
will be spanked.  In any case, whoever she is will apply her
lipstick shade to me as a final clue after I have guessed.

     I am considering the possibilities as someone holds my
face and starts kissing me.  I had kissed Annie's three friends,
but not Annie.  But that was so long ago, I couldn't possibly
remember who they kissed or what perfume they were wearing.
I had gone down on Barbara, sucked Diane's juices off her dildo,
but I had not tasted Cathy or Annie's pussy at all.  And only
Diane's pussy scent is recent enough to still taste.  So I know
this is a hopeless task.

     Nevertheless, someone is doing a wonderful job teasing my
tongue, and it is making me very hard.  I would love to see who
it is, but the blindfold prevents that.  Then she stops, seats
herself, and whispers at me to kneel before her.  She guides my
head to her pussy.  I take a deep sniff, but I can not recognize
her scent.  Her pussy is wet, but that doesn't help me identify
her.  I lick and suck her until she contentedly pushes me away.
Then with a whisper she asks if I know who she is.

     I admit that I don't know, and have to take a guess.  I guess
Cathy.  Everyone giggles and while I am still kneeling, I can feel
someone holding my chin and applying lipstick to me.  Then I am
made to stand, still blindfolded and bound, and I am put over
someone's lap.  I hear a sigh, of someone who seems disappointed that
I did not recognize her, and she starts spanking me with her bare
hand very hard.  She is whacking away, and the embarassment of it
plus the heat of her spanks is getting me very turned on.  Finally
she has enough and lets me up.  The four of you surround me, someone 
removes my blindfold, and Annie tells me to look in the mirror
at my lipstick shade to identify who it was.  I do, then examine
each of your lips to see whose shade matches.  It is Diane, who
teases me for just licking her dildo and not remembering.

     The blindfold goes on again and the game continues.  Some more
hot kissing, some pussy licking, more lipstick, and another spanking 
because I guessed wrong the second time.  I also guessed wrong
the third time!  It looks like I am not going to get much fondling!

     Annie decides to do something different.  She leaves my blindfold
off, unties my hand from behind me, lays me on the floor on my
back, and reties my hands spread wide to some furniture.  She lays
down beside me and looks into my eyes.  She runs her fingers lightly
through my hair and smiles at me.  "I need some real loving," she
says to everyone.  "Do you think he is up to it?  I mean, I wouldn't
want him to come too soon ..."

     I can't believe my good fortune, and I promise Annie I will try
to delay my orgasm as long as I can.  Annie kneels over my face,
facing my toes.  As I lick her I can't see what she's doing.  She
gently touches my penis and strokes it a little.  I hear a condom
being snapped, as everyone laughs.  "What's so funny about that?"
I wonder to myself.  She rolls the condom on me, and it feels a
little tighter, than it generally does.  Then she lowers herself
on my very erect penis.  She is very wet, and she slides me
right in.  Annie takes maddeningly slow, long movements.  She
gets into a rhythm, and is content to move very very slowly.  She
is doing this for a long time.  A really long time.  I can not
imagine after all I have been through, how I can last so long.

     Finally I break the silence and ask if she minds that I
haven't been able to come yet.

     "Oh, that's OK," Annie replies sweetly. "In fact, you and I
might just go on for hours.  While I was kneeling over your face,
and before I put the condom on you, didn't you feel something
sort of tight?  That was a thick rubber band I put on just under
the head of your penis.  It will keep you hard as long as I want.
In fact, when I'm done with you, I think I'll just replace the
condom, leave the rubber band, and give each of my friends a 
turn on you.  And if I'm still horny ... maybe I'll go again!"

     "By the way, would someone freshen his lipstick?"


THE END