Beach Apartment 2 by Cindy V. Back.
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Femdom, TV, humiliation
(Author's note: This is the follow-up to my story BEACHAPT.TXT,
or BeachApartment. In that story two gorgeous sisters, Lisa and
Nancy, let a co-worker Dick stay at their beachapartment in return
for him agreeing to do some maid chores. They force him to dress
in female clothes, and they find many inventive ways to humiliate
him for their own amusement. The story ended with them making him
suck off a blow-up male doll called Mr. Studley while they watched.
I had not thought about this story for a year, until an online friend
who liked the story told me that it inspired her to buy a blow-up
male doll and use it to dominate and embarrass her boyfriend.
Fiction inspiring real life! In tribute to my friend, I now put
finger to keyboard as I try to find more adventures for Lisa, Nancy,
Dick, and Mr. Studley.)
Lisa, Nancy, and their dates were laughing hysterically at me
as they watched me disengage my mouth from the cock of blow-up doll
Mr. Studley. And he had come; I swallowed whatever it was he had
spurted out, and there were traces of it leaking from his cock.
Nancy was laughing so hard she could barely get her words out.
"Did you suck him off three times like we told you?" she asked me.
"We were only here to see this one." I nodded, unable to look her,
or anyone else in the eye, keeping my gaze at the floor.
"You better not be lying, Sissy," Lisa warned me, as she went over
to the computer. I had forgotten that Mr. Studley was connected by a
cable to the back of the computer. The computer power had been on the
whole time, but the monitor was black. Lisa typed in a few commands,
and then the printer started whirring. She took a sheet of paper off
the printer and started reading. "Wow, look at all this information, Nancy.
It says Mr. Studley did come three times, and it gives the time of day.
There's a graph of his heartbeat - well, it's simulated of course.
Sissy, you really raised his heartbeat, especially the first time. Other
graphs about temperature and blood pressure. Then there are some numerical
scores next to various body parts - cock, mouth, ass, nipples, and so
on. Damn, we're going to have to figure out what all this means."
"But not tonight," replied Nancy. "The whole idea of Sissy and Mr.
Studley going at it - well, has made me kind of horny. Anyone else feel
that way?" she asked with her mischievous smile. And with that the two
sisters took their dates by the hand and led them into the bedroom.
"Uh Sissy," Lisa called to me before she closed the bedroom door.
"Don't forget to wipe Mr. Studley down with a clean washcloth, and
make sure you clean his cock of all your lipstick. And fix your own
lipstick too, you really look like such a slut. Then you can both relax
and watch television." She closed the bedroom door, with both sisters
and their dates inside.
I did as I was told, and fell asleep watching television.
The girls woke me up the next morning. I was still on the living
room couch, and I discovered I was nestled up with Mr. Studley! Was he able
to do that by himself, or did the girls move him into that position? I
wanted to ask them that, but before I could they told me to make them some
breakfast. Apparently their dates had left some time during the night
without waking me. While I was serving breakfast, the girls busied
them- selves with Mr. Studley. They sat him in a chair at the breakfast table
-
naked, I might add - and admired him.
"Oooh, what gorgeous hair he has," cooed Nancy. I took a look at
him. Jet black hair, longish, but well groomed. Nancy was running her
fingers through it, and when she was done his hair bounced back into
place.
"He is sort of handsome, wouldn't you say?" Lisa asked at both
Nancy and me. He had very well defined features. Piercing brown eyes, and
full lips. He also had rather broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. Why not
-
as a doll he could certainly be an ideal looking man.
I noticed that other than his head hair and eyebrows, he was
completely hairless. He certainly didn't have to shave. Thank goodness - we
know
who would have had to shave him. His chest was completely void of hair.
Curious, I glanced at his penis. Well, he did have a small amount of
pubic hair. I guess I had not noticed it last night.
Lisa and Nancy were examining his penis and balls as they munched
on
their toast. "Extremely lifelike," noted Nancy, as she gently rubbed
a finger over his penis. Mr. Studley seemed to come to life. "Boy,
it doesn't take much stimulation to turn him on, either," said Lisa.
Nancy got out the instruction manual and started reading. "There
are quite a lot of options we can set on the computer. Currently he is set
to the defaults. We can vary his maximum erection length, his overall
sensitivity, his sensitivity to individual erogenous zones. And
although he can only respond in the ways he was programmed, he does get arouse
d
by many things."
"So, you two will probably want to make a lot of use of him then?"
I asked. I imagined he would be the perfect masturbatory tool for them.
As soon as I said that, the girls each shot me a look, and I knew I
had made a mistake. "Yea, right, like we have a tough time finding
guys," Lisa said sarcastically. "Actually, Dick, I think you are the one who
ought to be making the most use of him. You're not going to meet any
girls as long as you're dressed as a girl. And while we could bring you
with us to meet guys, you're not really pretty enough to meet any hot
guys." I breathed a sigh of relief at that remark - meeting a guy while
dressed as a girl was not what I had in mind.
I decided not to ask what she meant about me making the most use of
him. I didn't want to know, and I figured they would tell me when they
were good and ready.
The girls made me undress them. Then I had to get into the shower
with each of them, one at a time, and wash them with a washcloth.
Thoroughly. Not surprisingly, their pussies needed a lot of soaping.
I washed their pussies with lots of slippery, soapy water until each
of them sighed with contentment. I dried them while I stood there
naked. They chose their bikinis for the day, had me insert their
fresh smelling breasts into their bikini tops, and had me stretch their
tiny bikini bottoms so they could step into them.
My penis ached for relief. They were so sexy!
They gave me some clothes to wear for today too. They took a bra,
padded it, and watched me put it on. Over that went a tight fitting top
in yellows and reds. I assumed they would give me some panties next,
but as usual I could never predict what the girls would do.
Lisa and Nancy sat me down in a hard chair, still naked from the
waist down, and stared applying my makeup. More specifically, Lisa sat in my
lap, facing me, as she slowly and methodically did my eyes. Nancy gave
her various verbal suggestions and handed her different cosmetics.
Meanwhile, as I stared into the gorgeous face of Lisa, or occasionally
at her breasts barely covered by her print bikini top, Lisa would wiggle
slightly in my lap creating the most delightful sensations on my cock.
No doubt she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, but she
pretended not to notice.
Lisa finished my blusher, remarking how nice it looked with my
tan. She held my chin for support as she finished me off with a glossy
pink lipstick, and told me to press my lips together. They placed an
auburn wig on my head, and they told me to stand to look at me.
Lisa and Nancy admired the makeup job they did on me, critically
discussing the effect of multiple of eyeshadow shades, while blatantly
ignoring my erect penis. I bit my tongue trying not to say anything.
Finally Nancy got a pair of shiny blue nylon panties and held them
out for me to step into. As I lifted a leg to put the panties on,
Nancy finally observed, "Well look at this hard-on. He can't very well
wear these panties like this, Lisa. What should we do?"
I certainly had one solution in mind. Not surprisingly, Lisa had
another.
Lisa produced some string and started wrapping it around my balls
and the base of my penis. She stroked my balls as she tied them, and
they looked bigger than ever. With my erection still hanging out as
obscenely as ever, she had me put the panties on. The panties were
tight, and the outline of my straining cock stretched the panties
even more. Lisa's solution did nothing to hide or reduce my erection.
I will never understand these girls.
"Under no circumstances are you to remove this string Dick.
Get it?" Lisa asked me in no uncertain terms. I nodded.
They put a little red skirt on me and some bare toed sandals.
"We're going to the beach, Dick," Nancy informed me. "Wanna come?"
I caught her double intendre, but understood very well which
meaning I was supposed to respond to. I didn't particularly want to go to the
beach with them, dressed the way I was. Those girls attract so much
attention that I wouldn't very well be inconspicuous.
"Uh, thanks, but I guess I better stay here and do the laundry,"
I replied.
"That's our little maid," Lisa smiled sweetly. "OK, do the
laundry, and be careful that you separate whites and colors, and also colors t
hat
say wash in cold water. Read the labels. Oh, and put some nail polish
on your toenails while you're waiting for the wash. You can't wear open
toe sandals with those naked toenails, you know." No, I didn't know.
"We're going to the beach, and then we're going to stop off to buy
a few clothes for Mr. Studley. We can't have him hanging around naked
all the time. That would turn you on too much, right Dickie?" asked
Nancy, patting my erection through the skirt. "We'll be back after
lunch." And then to her sister, Nancy said, "And let's see if we can
buy that spring somewhere."
"Spring?" I thought to myself. What were they up to? Better not
ask.
"Don't forget, dear," Lisa said to me as they left. "That string
stays on."
I started separating the laundry. The girls had bikinis and bras
and panties that needed washing, among other things, and having been
warned to read the labels, I did so. I found myself lovingly fondling
each of their intimate garments, daydreaming about which gorgeous part
of their bodies it had previously adorn. My erection ached for relief.
As I loaded the washer, I thought about my predicament. They had
tied my cock and balls, but they had not tied the head of my cock,
only the base. And they had told me to leave the string on. They never
said I couldn't masturbate. The girls were usually so deliberate with
their commands. If they didn't want me to masturbate, they would
have said so.
I went to the girls' bedroom and searched for nail polish. I found
a nice red that I thought they would approve of, and I brought it to
the kitchen to put it on there. I sat down and got ready to apply it
to my toenails. There was Mr. Studley, still there from breakfast,
smiling at me. I blushed as I recalled how I had serviced him last
night. I'd like to beat the crap out of him, I thought; he had
humiliated me so much.
Then it hit me. Mr. Studley. That smiling mouth. Those full
lips. I bet he could suck ME off!
I put Mr. Studley in a kneeling position in front of a chair. I
sat down and removed my panties, as my cock sprang to attention. The string
would not get in anyone's way. I lifted my skirt, and pushed Mr.
Studley towards me. I inserted my cock in his mouth. He didn't seem to objec
t.
His mouth was warm and his tongue was wet. He gently closed his mouth
around me, but nothing happened. "Suck it, Studley, like I sucked you
last night," I ordered him, but of course he did not respond. I decided to
grab him by the side of his head with both my hands and gently push his head
back and forth. Well, that was working! His mouth and tongue applied
just the right amount of pleasure. I had to guide his head with each stroke,
but Mr. Studley certainly knew what he was doing. Obviously he could
give as well as receive. Seems fair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see
his face, but instead I concentrated on the gorgeous faces and bodies of
Nancy and Lisa. That put me over the edge, and I came.
When I was finished coming, I looked for a wash cloth to clean the
insides of his mouth of my cum. Surprisingly, my cum was gone. I guess
Mr. Studley swallows.
"Now remember, Mr. Studley," I cautioned him. "A gentleman doesn't
kiss and tell." I assumed the girls would not be pleased if they knew
what use I had made of the doll.
I rearranged my panties and skirt, put Mr. Studley back where he
had been, and returned to the laundry. I finished all the laundry, folded
it, and put it away. Fortunately Nancy and Lisa were sharing their clothes,
since I could never have remembered which things belonged to whom.
When the girls arrived home, they had several shopping bags which
they told me to take and bring to the living room. "Everything OK
here?," Lisa asked me. I nodded, and then she gave Mr. Studley a hello kiss.
He stirred slightly. "It's so nice to have a real man around," she said
to me. I burned - nobody was kissing me.
The girls had me bring Mr. Studley to the living room, as they
opened the packages. They had bought him some clothes - some T shirts and
shorts and a pair of sneakers. "Well, Sissy, you're the maid here, don't you
think you ought to be the one to dress him?," Nancy asked me. As I
dressed him, I noticed how pefectly the clothes fit on him. Whatever
sizes he was, he was exactly those sizes, so the clothes fit him like
a glove. Too well, I thought. The slight touching I had to do to pull
his shorts up seemed to turn him on a little, and you could see the
outline of his erection against his shorts.
This did not esacpe the girls. "Wow, he is always ready, isn't
he?," Lisa asked.
I decided to ignore that remark. I noticed there was one more
small package that was still unopened. "What's in this one?," I asked.
"Oh, the spring," Nancy replied. "We'll leave that for later."
The girls decided they wanted to learn some more about Mr. Studley.
Lisa started typing on the computer. Nancy got out the Mr. Studley
manual and started reading out commands for Lisa to type in. (Authors' note:
this IS the Windows 95 version of Mr. Studley, as will be apparent later in
the story. For any computer purists reading this, assume that the commands
are not REALLY being typed in, but are from pull down menus.)
"I want to see if all these commands really work," said Nancy. "But
how will we know if they really work? Uh, Sissy, we are going to need
you for this. Maybe you had better remove Mr. Studley's shorts." I
complied.
Lisa and Nancy were looking at the manual together, away from me.
"Let's start with something simple," Nancy said. "Let's vary his
sensitivity to different body parts. Right now he is set to the defaults. OK
,
Sissy, lick his ear." I didn't like being their guinea pig for these little
experiments, but I licked his ear without comment. I could see a little
bar graph rise on the computer monitor, and I could see his penis stir too.
Nancy took a ruler and measured his penis length.
"Now let's program some increased sensitivity to his ear. Sissy,
lick his ear again, the same as before." I did, and I could see his
penis lengthened considerably. So did the bar graph. Nancy measured him,
and compared her measurement with the computer. They agreed.
Nancy and Lisa continued trying different things on the computer -
and between Mr. Studley and me. I had to stimulate different parts of
his body. The first time I stimulated it, they would measure his penis
in its default sensitivity setting. Then they would turn up the
sensitivity and make me repeat it. I had to kiss his nipples. I had to kiss
and
suck his toes. I had to stroke his cock in various ways. The girls
discovered they could program the amount of stimulation he needed to get
hard, how hard he would get from various stimulations, and how long he
could get. Meanwhile I was feeling more and more humiliated by being
the one who was turning Mr. Studley on.
Lisa programmed Mr. Studley to stick out his tongue. Then she told
me to stick mine out and touch him with the tips of our tongues. Nancy
started rubbing her crotch at the thought of this. The thought of two
guys kissing, even if one was a rubber doll and the other was a
crossdressed slave, seemed to turn her on. Lisa thought I ought to be wearing
a
little more lipstick to do this, so she held my chin and quickly freshened my
lipstick.
This seemed more than I could bear. "This is too much! No, I
won't do it!," I declared.
There was silence. Mr. Studley was sitting there with his tongue
sticking out, waiting for a lick. Nancy had a hand inside her crotch.
Lisa had a lipstick tube in one hand, and a very surprised look on her
face at my outburst. It didn't take her long to remember who was in
charge. She quickly slapped my face with the hand that wasn't holding the
lipstick.
"Is that so?" she screamed in my face. "We'll see about that! And
don't think we don't know what you made Mr. Studley do while we were out
shopping." I blushed. Then I wondered how they found out that Mr.
Studley had sucked me off. I was afraid to ask how they knew. Lisa saw the
questioning look on my face. "The computer knows what went on," she
answered my unspoken question. I had forgotten that Mr. Studley is
always wired to the computer.
"Nancy, how should we punish Sissy for this little outburst, as
well as for his little fling with Mr. Studley?"
Nancy was clearly disappointed about having to interrupt her
stroking herself. She had been looking forward to the two of us kissing. She
looked at Mr. Studley, patiently waiting. Then Nancy replied to Lisa. "I
think it would be fitting if Mr. Studley delivered the punishment."
The two girls huddled and whispered to each other back and forth.
I could see a gleam in their eyes as they discussed what they would do
to me. They were so devious - I knew this would not be good. And yet, they ha
d
put me through numerous humiliations so far this week. What more could
they possibly do?
Nancy went to the kitchen and brought back a kitchen stool and some
rope. The two girls bent me face down on the stool, so my stomach was
on the seat part and my toes barely touched the floor. My upper body hung
upside down on the other end. They tied my wrists to the front legs of
the stool. They removed my skirt and panties. They tied my stomach to the
seat of the stool. They were about to tie my ankles to the rear legs of the
stool when Nancy decided it would be more fun to put some heels on me
and then tie my ankles. I was completely immobilized.
As Nancy surveyed my half naked, immobilized form, and as I waited
in terror to see what would happen next, Lisa opened up the remaining
unopened package. She took out what looked like a toy Slinky. Nancy
stood Mr. Studley up in front of me so I could see what the three of
them were up to. Nancy tested the springiness of the Slinky, and then she
and Lisa somehow attached it under his armpit!
The computer made some noises and a window popped up on a screen.
"Yes, the computer recognizes the spring as a valid peripheral to
Mr. Studley," Nancy announced as she looked at the monitor. "It's 'Plug and
Play'." Little did I know that even that phrase had a double meaning.
Lisa and Nancy positioned the standing Mr. Studley behind me and
tested his arm motion. Although I could not see him the way I was positioned,
I could feel the air move in a rhythmic manner. Suddenly I felt a slight
tap with a flat object on my naked ass. Then a moment later it was
repeated.
"OK, he's lined up perfectly," reported Lisa. Nancy then typed
something on the computer, and then she and Lisa sat down on the couch in fron
t of
me, not far from my head.
"I set it for five minutes. I turned up the intensity to start,
and it will continue to increase in intensity every sixty seconds," Nancy
announced to Lisa and me. I still didn't understand.
WHAP. My eyes opened wide at the suddenness of the smack on my
ass. Lisa and Nancy were seated in front of me enjoying my disomfort, so they
couldn't have been the cause of the spank. So it must have been ...
"Yes, Sissy, it's Mr. Studley. You really disappointed him before
when you refused to give him some tongue. So remember the spring I said
we'd get? It's attached to his armpit. The spring will shoot his arm
forward to spank you, then shoot his arm all the way back, and he will
spank you again and again. I don't think he will get tired too quickly
either." Nancy giggled at her last remark.
WHAP. Then a pause. And another WHAP. Mr. Studley spanked away
at me. It stung, and I was tied and couldn't move. At least he randomly
varied his aim over my two ass cheeks. And as he wailed away on me,
the two girls sat inches away and started kissing and feeling each
other.
As promised, after about a minute Mr. Studley started hitting me
even harder. I was bawling and tears were running down my face.
Meanwhile the two girls were passionately making out. My humiliation at being
spanked by this male rubber doll were turning them on.
I begged them to stop Mr. Studley, but they didn't care. After
each minute when I didn't think I could take any more, Mr. Studley's program
kicked in and he would hit me ever harder. My ass was on fire, and of
course Mr. Studley merrily kept spanking away.
Finally the five minutes ended and Mr. Studley mercifully stopped
spanking me. I was hysterical crying.
"What do you say, Sissy, shall we have him spank you another five
minutes?," Lisa cheerfully asked me.
"No, please, I'm begging you. No more. I'll do whatever you
want."
Nancy and Lisa had their hands in each other's crotches and were
gently stroking each other.
"Sissy, do you have any idea of what we can make Mr. Studley do
to you?," Lisa asked. I shook my head No.
"Just as an example," Lisa continued, "We could increase his cock
to maximum length - and who knows how long that is. Then we could turn
his stimulation level down to minimum, so that it would take him maximum
time to cum. Then we could have him fuck your ass. In fact, you're in
perfect position for it now. Shall we, Nancy?"
"No, please, no ... " I begged. The girls smiled.
Nancy spoke. "I'll tell you what, Sissy. No more spanking, and no
ass fucking - for now. We'll untie you. Then I want to see some
quality tongue kissing between you and Mr. Studley. Then when he is good and
hard, you can suck him off while we watch. That should be entertaining
enough for us, and enough punishment for you."
"No, one more thing tonight," Lisa added. "Let's all go to the
movies. The four of us. Mr. Studley also works on batteries and doesn't have
to
be connected to the computer all the time. He will be your date tonight,
Sissy. We'll dress you up nice and pretty, with plenty of pretty red
lip gloss. And then we'll sit way in the back, and you can suck him off
at the theatre. How does that sound, Sissy?"
They untied me, and sat me on the couch. They put Mr. Studley in
my lap where we could kiss. "No need to answer, Sissy," said Lisa as
she applied a little more lipstick to me and then sat back with Nancy
to watch the fun. Mr. Studley still had his tongue out. I extended
mine and then closed my eyes.
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