I stood in the background admiring Mistress's handiwork. John, or Joanie as it was to be called tonight was to be the life of our evening's party and Mistress had spent quite a bit of time getting it ready.
It was one of Mistress's toys. As John he was a successful real estate broker, but on the weekends it liked to let go and come to Mistress for a transformation into Joanie, a cross-dressed slave eager for any abuse Mistress cared to give. One of it's main fantasies was to think of Joanie as a female amusement for abusive and all powerful men, to be their toy, the object of their rape and other physical torture.
Mistress was always pleased to help it find what Joanie needed but tonight was to be something special for tonight it would truly be gang raped, truly be nothing but a hole in which to spray one's cum.
Mistress had made it up earlier, high heels, a garter belt, stockings, bra with breast forms, wig, makeup, the whole package. It wasn't close to passable, so it was obvious that Joanie was truly John on the outside, but that didn't matter, only the inside mattered, and I was quite sure that it felt as if it had transformed into the female Joanie.
After it's female transformation Mistress bound it in place, delightfully exposed for the amusements she had planned. It's legs were spread as wide as possible and held firmly in place with stout ropes of hemp. Thus spread it was bent over a rack at the waist held immovable with yet more rope. It's arms and head extended over the rack, arms stretched forcefully ahead and bound into place, it's head the only body part left free to hang as it might.
Mistress had forced a large ball gag into it's mouth, bright red in color, and a large matching plug into it's ass. As her final act she bound up it's cock and balls (quite inappropriate on Joanie) with leather lacing and fastened them to the rack to keep it still.
Earlier in the day I had made a sign for Mistress explaining that Joanie was provided for the entertainment of Mistress's guests and that men should feel free to find release deep in it's ass. The instructions also suggested that fist fucking and strap-on dildos for our female guests were perfectly appropriate. The sign's last instruction was a request that after one finished with it, the plug be replaced in it's ass so that it would be open and ready for whomever and whatever came next. Once it was bound, the sign and supplies were placed next to it, right by the door for all of Mistress's guests to see upon their arrival.
I knew that the party would be very hard for it, and thought that after it had been suffering for awhile, when tears were streaking it's makeup, I would kneel down in front of it, whispering comforts in it's ear as I held it's head and felt it's body's reactions to whomever was penetrating it at the time.
After the party, I knew that the three of us would retire to Mistress's bed, I'd share it with her, my lips between her legs expertly providing pleasure while it would lie on the floor, at the foot of her bed, trying to recover as it listened to her soft moans. It would, I knew, be truly delightful.
I reflected that while I didn't share it's specific needs; I could to a point understand it. I too had been born male and still possessed male appendages (locked away in stainless steel thank god) but I didn't think of myself as a crosdresser. Rather than a crossdresser Mistress had carefully crafted me in her own image, under her careful guidance I had, for years now, presented to the world, and to myself as female. I lived a delightfully lesbian life, surrounded by womanhood, heavily spiced with dominance and submission.
It I knew would never experience what I had, but that I knew was OK, because what it desired was something quite different, and I knew that what was most important in life was accepting ourselves and living as we needed to live.
