A Bed of My Own Making

1A Bed of my Own Making

Part 1: The warm-up

I finished applying the foundation and closely looked to see that all the telltale signs were hidden.  I was satisfied and began to apply eye makeup.  It was a little heavy but it did create an effect I wanted for tonight. The lipstick was very red and bright as well as very glossy and like the eyes was heavy.  It would need to be as heavy at least, perhaps more heavy. The red mane fell down to my waist ans I did it up in a braid that minimized its area and kept it manageable

Now it was time for the real transformation.  Oh yes you see I am a man, bisexual and into cross-dressing, humiliation and torture (my own.)  Unlike most transvestites, my hair is my own, as well as my hormone enhanced breasts.  What sets me apart is my own little creation a gaffe that really was a vagina, at least it wasn’t one of those rip-offs that tied in place and you needed to never let anyone touch you there or they know instantly.

It took me several years to perfect. First, finding material that would feel like skin was a very hard chore.  If it was not too heavy, then the texture felt wrong, then if the texture was skinlike it didn’t transfer heat well enough to get to skin temperature quick enough.  When I did locate and purchased enough to experiment and work with then it was a matter of creating a sheath that allowed any penetration to stimulate the head or glanis enough to take me to orgasm but not too soon.  After all a woman takes more to get off. Next I needed the interior of the sheath to surround the penis and embrace it in a way that felt like he was in a woman.  Then a lube and a well hidden mechanism to keep the “vaginal canal” moist or even wet.  Finally I needed a way to attach it to me so as to not have easily discovered seams and have it stay there through rigorous contact.  As I said it took several years of experimentation.  The only real disadvantage is that I needed to have the gaffe on for seventy two hours before going out so the adhesive I found could dry and hold.  More often as not when I was going out looking for trouble I just kept it on for weeks on end.

I checked it and it was bound solid to the skin.  The roughest biker would have trouble dislodging it.  Now satisfied of not being discovered as to my true gender I slipped on a high-cut pair of white panties and black pantyhose   Then I slid into a silk blouse that went over the white lacy bra a thirty four A.  Hey, it was hard enough to get them that big and I wasn’t that large anyway.  They were tits and they were real nipples, real areola, real fatty tissue and most importantly, real nerve endings. 

I am able to pass myself of reasonably well as a woman including the “touch test” Anything prolonged is trickier, but most guys just want to get off and on their way.  Anyway, I am not to fussy as to the gender I am screwing around with.  I can plant a dick in a girl if I am out of the gaffe or I can take a guy in my mouth, ass or cunt. However, what really sets off the adrenaline is to be humiliated and tortured as a woman.

That is my goal tonight, the hell of it is I need the adrenaline rush, but I hate the pain and humiliation which just heightens the rush.  While I am in the midst of the ordeal I really am trying to avoid the consequences and I work to get free.  That in turn just makes some of the guys that much happier.  I am in heaven after the fact, but I am in hell while it is being done.  I don’t claim that it is going to make sense and maybe the female hormones I take has something to do with it.  What ever the reason, I need the abuse right now and I am determined to be in the middle of a  real hardcore session of abuse tonight .

Let me tell you about the Paho Club.  It is famous as a place for a woman not to go voluntarily.  The barmaids are abused routinely.  Their asses are slapped, their nipples pulled and they are subjected to near rape nightly, but the tips are phenomenal, so many stick it out for a few months. Female customers that walk in are going to regret it as they are manhandled from the moment they are seen.  However, the worst is reserved to the women that are sent or brought to the bar and they are going to be special entertainment.  That cost six hundred dollars for an hour. Not from the patrons, but from the woman or someone paying to have the woman done  The most they would allow is a six hour session.  The first two hours was “public service.”  The last four hours was “private service.”  I had no idea what will happen other than I knew that I wasn’t going to be happy in the first two hours, but I wasn’t going to be stripped or screwed. However, in the last four well the only thing about which I am sure is that I will be alive at the end but not necessarily in good condition.

I was getting ready for the Paho Club.  I slipped on a somewhat modest skirt and my 4" heels, the silk blouse. I had a lacy bra and black silk panties underneath The panties were underneath black pantyhose.  I checked the envelope with the instructions and the three thousand six hundred dollars.  The instructions were handwritten by a man who not only demanded two hundred dollars to write it, but a blow job as well. I was shivering, I had no idea what was in store tonight other than it was not going to pleasant and would certainly going be highly demeaning and very painful.  I made arrangements for a taxi to pick me up and deliver me to The Club at eight pm promptly and paid for a return trip at two thirty am.  I was reluctant but my addiction to adrenaline drove me to walk to the bouncer at the door who looked at me and asked, “What’s up bitch?”

I looked at him coughed a little.  He started to get annoyed, “Listen girly, speak up or hit the road!”

I gathered my courage and said, “Damn it I am here to pay up.”

He raised his eyebrow and then leered, “Really? How come?”

I retorted, “I lost a friggin bet. Look let’s get on with it.  I am here he’s somewhere in there and he’s going to watch the whole thing I guess.  Anyway I have instructions and the money.”

He eyed the envelope, I opened it enough for him to see the bills. “Damn woman you are going to rue that bet for sure.”  He called back and a large swarthy man appeared, “You the piece of meat?”

I nodded, he asked how much money, I said, “Thirty six hundred dollars, it’s all there and whatever instructions he has are in there too..”  He scared me so I was less talkative.

“OK, girl, what’s your name?” He asked as he swung the door to allow me in.  He walked to a table with a lamp.  There was a girl standing on the table in higher heels than I had on, she had a pad and a tray, on the table, so everyone there was looking up her rather short skirt.

“Kimberly.” I replied now becoming very disconcerted.

“Ok, good.  Now Mandi, we have a some real entertainment tonight so, you guys are going to get off easy.”

“Good to hear that, sorry for you, Lady.  Can I stop giving beaver shots now Syd?  But only if you say I can.”

He waved her away and she was off disappearing into the darkened room.  Syd carefully counted, there were thirty-six one hundred dollar bills.  Then he read, grinned and then said, “Kimberly, let me read this to you.

‘Whoever reads this: this bitch had the gall to bet against me in a billiards tournament and she lost the bet.  She knew going in it would be the Paho if she lost.  She has pissed me off royally so no mercy and the worst you can do to her.  Make her wish she was never born.  No stop word.  She does the whole six hours including the back room.’ 

Well this is going to be a fun night.  So do you understand the whole of it?  You do it all, but understand you can walk out now otherwise you are a volunteer and you won’t be done for six hours.”

I nodded, now truly frightened and anxious.  “I understand and I am in for the whole thing I don’t go back on a bet.”

Syd smiled and said, “Ok for the next two hours you are going to get up an the tables and let yourself be mauled and fingered and otherwise abused.  The first rule is you can’t take any clothes off while you are out there, second rule is other than stripping you or making you suck their cock, they can do anything they want to you.  They can hit, pinch, twist any part of you through your clothes.  You keep rotating to the next table every ten minutes until the bartender rings the bell.  Then the barmaids are going to find the twelve most disgusting glasses left on the table, trust me they will get the worst for you because if they don’t they drink it.  Then they will line them up on the floor and you have to drink all twelve dry.  Oh yeah, you do all this with your hands cuffed behind you and your ankles cuffed as well.  After you are done with that then we will take you to where it really gets bad for you.”

That last was really frightening, but in the back of my mind I knew that this was what I wanted.

He looked at me and said, “Turn around whore.”  I obeyed and he snapped a pair of handcuffs on tightly, the two cuffs were connected by a single link.  Then he squeezed my breasts and then he slapped me, “Stand with your ankles together,  bitch.”  Once again, I did as I was told.  My face stung where he struck, I wondered what I had gotten myself into, this was supposedly the mild part of the ordeal. He fastened a set of ankle cuffs again tightly, my discomfort was obviously the goal. I could take nine inch steps, but I was not going to be able to run away.  I was committed.

Now he led me to through double doors into a darkened room, “Remember bitch, you let them do what they want to you, if they go too far we will take care of their asses.  You have 90 minutes in here then it gets bad.  Frankly, you are fucked girl.  And everyone in here knows they can have you worse later. So enjoy the warm up slut.  We are.”

I was led to a set of stairs and left, I understood the instructions and was afraid the worse would start sooner if I didn’t cooperate.  I eased myself up to the tabletop ans then the DJ announced “Well guys let’s welcome Kimberly to The Paho, this bitch is here to pay a debt so let’s make sure her creditor get’s his money worth.  Just quick reminder no dicks out here, you can’t strip her or tear her clothes, but you can do about anything else, Oh for some of you who can’t tell the difference, a blow-job is your dick hanging out and is a no no.  Ok let’s give Kimberly a real Club Paho welcome.”  The spot light hit me half way up the stairs and the hooting and catcalls started.

As I topped the stairs and walked onto the table, a hand reached out and jerked my ankle back sending me crashing to my face.  My hands were behind me so I could not break the fall and the impact crushed the breath out of me.  As I wheezed trying to recover my breath I was dragged backwards my skirt hiked over my ass and I was being spanked by at least two sets of hands maybe more, I wasn’t concentrating, on that, just getting my breath back.  After they tired of that I was getting to my knees slowly, my skirt was still hiked over my hips. I leaned forward and found my tits grabbed squeezed then slapped and then I was pushed onto my back.  All this tio the cheers and jeers of the crowd.  Just then there was a ding, and the DJ said, “OK, table one that’s it for you ok guys move her to table two,”  Table one moaned their objection and table two celebrated the upcoming entertainment. 

I was dragged to the side and carried over a should to the next table.  The guys at this table were too wasted to do much it seems, there was a call for me to dance so I swayed my hips and then I felt something hard hit me in the tit and herd metal drop to the floor .  I looked down and saw a quarter.  Then another strike at my abdomen, another quarter, then one hit my forehead and hurt a little followed quickly by two quarters hittin my ankle, it was not dong a lot of damage, but the hits particularly on bare or stockinged skin smarted.  And there seemed to be no end to the supply of quarters, the attack continued and the laughter was mortifying as they maocked my attempts to avoid the coins.  I dodged a few but I could not see the direction the coins came from as the spotlight masked their throws, so most found their target.  Finally, the DJ announced, “Ok guys at table two nice job.  I bet she’ll have to cover up real well or have to explain some interesting bruises.  Ok on to table three.”  I was dragged off the table and delivered to the next table.

This table was back to grabbing and fondling me.  One guy grabbed my braid and french kissed me for a minute and then pushed me back.  That started a competition with most trying to stick their tongues into my throat.  No success there but it used up their time quickly. The DJ announce my departure for table four.

  As I was moved to the next table, I noticed that the drinks were flowing heavy and fast.  The patrons were getting drunker and less inhibited.  I was dumped on to table four and fought my way to my feet.  I thought about backing away but the table was against the wall and most of the guys could reach me.  This was starting like the others, grabbing, squeezing and so forth but about half way through the time at four one bastard stood up drew his arm back and puched my stomach so violently, I flew back, bounced off the wall and collapsed into a fetal position .  I had no chance prepare and the position of my arms pushed the target forward I lay stunned and in shock on the table.  Then he started to climb onto the table perhaps to hit me again or kick me or something worse, but I would never find out, he was whisked away and out of sight.  The DJ laughed and spoke, “Ok guys remember the rules, that poor sop, was fine belting her that way, but no climbing on the table, that was tonight’s first 86, I hope it’s the last.”  I was dumbfounded, he was not ejected for the violent assault, but for breaking a club rule..  I was barely able to reach my feet in time to be hoisted and carried to the next table.  I was not even half way through this initial abuse and already I could hardly stand. How could I survive this? Let alone the really bad things promised in the future.  The crowd was getting drunker and darker.  What kind of torture and abuse was coming at the next five tables let alone afterward. Out of easy sight of the authorities?

As I approached table five, I was fatigued and hurting.  I hoped that the little example at the last table would cool off the room.  I could have saved myself the bother of hoping, They were ready for me.  Some guy stood up with a pool stick in his hand and said, “On your knees bitch and bed over.”  Too frightened to object I eased over turned around and knelt.  He pushed me and I fell forward, not too hard but I still felt it when my face found the table top.  I knew what was coming of course and braced myself for the hit.  It was squarely on my gluteus and it was hard and loud.  The cheap stick broke and the large end flew past me and off the wall.  I could feel exactly where the wood had landed.  However, I wasn’t finished someone retrieved the large end and I was hit again, this time it didn’t break.  I was not sure how I was going to be able to sit after that table, each guy at the table took a hit with the stick.  My ass was really tender when I was picked up for the next table.

At table six there was so much violence but some really sick stuff none the less.  I was told to lay my head over the table edge and open my mouth.  I did so, and the guy proceeded to dump beer in my mouth and I coughed and sputtered, “Drink it whore!”  Started to tip the glass again, this time I was ready and gulped the beer down.  The one next to him said, “That’s too easy on her watch this.”  He took a swig and put his mouth against my open mouth and spit the beer into it.  I still got the beer down easily.  I sat there with my head over the edge and my mouth open while the two argued about the better way and which way was more demeaning.  Tehn a third interrupted.  “You two have no fucking idea do you?  Watch and learn.  You bitch hold the mouth open and don’t swallow until you are told to do so.”  Then he stood over me and looked like he was grimacing and I wondered what he was doing, then he let a ball of spit drop into my mouth, I was so surprised, and I was about to spit it out when a evil look told me I had better not.  “Ok everyone let’s fill her up.   All the table occupants took turn putting their oral fluids into my mouth, they over filled, the slimy liquid was running down my face.  Finally, the initial spitter said, “Ok cunt, swallow it all.”  He looked so menacing I complied immediately.  The roar was deafening, the whole room thought that was great.  Time was up and I was delivered to table seven.

As drunk as everyone was getting it should not be a surprise that I was on my back again with mouth open and all manner of spittle in my mouth.  Almost at the end of my stay at table seven though I realized that alcohol was in charge in the room now as some drunk stood up and said, you idiots let me show what you need to put her mouth.  The slob started to tug on his zipper. And he was gone.  I was so abused and weary I actually wondered whether he was going to piss in my mouth or cum in it.  The DJ spoke, “OK number two ejected , keep your shirts on guys, this wench will be delivering a lot better favors soon enough.”  There were cheers.

Table eight was probably to glassy eyed to do much, they spent a lot of time poking and squeezing, but little else and I noticed that the drinking had tailed off, I wondered when that had started,  never the less, I was grateful for the chance to recover somewhat.  It was a short time there it seemed especially when I realized that the warm up was coming to an end. 

Table nine was surprising, only one guy was there.  I looked and saw lines starting to form and the tables emptying, I got a real sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  The main attraction was getting a heavy response and I was going to be that main attraction.  The man at the last table had me swing my legs over the edge of the table and proceeded to rub my thighs and poke at my pussy through my panties and pantyhose and soon he left me standing at the last table and found a spot in line.  I was left waiting.

Then a ships bell rang and I was taken off the table and knelt in the space next to the bar.  The barmaids were scurrying gathering up glasses.  Soon there were a dozen glasses in front of me.  The swarthy man walked along studying each glass.  As he approached the end of the line he walked around the room looking just as intently the tables.  He walked back to the line picked up the eighth glass and said, “Windy, there are worse than this on the tables, drink up.”  The glass was filled a fifth the way up with a cigarette butt floating in it.  The girl grimaced and drank it down and went to find a replacement and returned with something truly dreadful looking.

I knew now that this was not going to be any thing but disgusting and humiliating. The swarthy one pointed to the first glass, it was filled with peanut shells and beer.  I grasp the lip of the glass wit my teeth and the mixture spilled onto my face, but some of the mess ended up in my mouth.  I chewed it and forced it down.  Number two was spittle and a little beer and that went rather easily.  Number three had some french fries and a well chewed piece of some kind of sandwich, I was beginning to feel a little queasy.  Number four and number five were glasses with spit and cigar stubs.  I got one of the stubs into my mouth after a menacing look from the boss.  Number six was more chewed food and beer.  Number seven looked just like beer, and I was puzzled until my nose detected a bitter smell of bile, someone evidently had slipped out and provided something without breaking the rules.  I forced that down and was beginning to really feel sick.  Then there was number eight it was the worst, it was yellow liquid as well and a condom with white slime bleeding out of it.  The boss said. “This one slut I help you with.”  He lifted it to my lips and I knew I had to take it all.  My stomach was roiling now, the last four were more spit and beer.  I went through them quickly.  The Swarthy man declared the first part done.  I had made it through, barely.  I could not guess how I was going to be able to survive the next phase.