Chapter 7 -- Patience
What followed that truly disorientating night was about a week of pure normalcy. Not a sound came from the neighbours upstairs. No music, no laughing, no footsteps, nothing. The threat from T of having to return the next day for something 'special' simply didn't happen, much to my deep disappointment, not that I could admit that... As much as I wanted to believe they might return that in, I knew it wasn't to be. No music meant they were in, simple as that.
Didn't stop from me from hoping though, I still went through the motions, just in case, I shaved every hair off my body below my eyebrows, moisturised my whole body, and wore some lingerie I had bought in a horny trance a week or so before. I slipped my long coat over the top and headed upstairs, but my instincts were right, no music meant not a single person was in. I even pressed my ear to the door out of desperation. Not a footstep, not a sound. I headed back down to my apartment, lonesome and defeated, with that natural urge to please someone, anyone, I even started to re-download grindr, just to see if anyone was near me that would fulfil my urges, or someone I could fulfil urges for... But it just wasn't to be, no matter how many attractive guys I scrolled past, there was simply nothing taking my interest. I reset the filters, praying for big black dicks to pop up, but nothing. I had to go to bed disappointed.
Night after nigth followed of pure silence, it was simply deafening and almost maddening. As if I was waiting to be able to breathe again. And with that silence the little voice of embarrassment started to creep back in, was it my concience wrangling back some control? Trying to bring these two separate back into one? It would ask: what am I doing? Why am I spending all of my hard earned money on lingerie, sex toys and anal bleaching, why not some much needed camera equipment? That week allowed me to get booked into some last minute re-shoots from the cancelled jobs from the weeks before and I was finally back on track, with money in the bank and steady work booked for the weeks ahead, maybe I could put all this madness behind me as just a phase. Maybe they had finally been kicked out for the noise, maybe I'd never see them again.
On the seventh night, when I would usually either be heading up to their apartment or searching for some interracial porn with a dildo in my pink hole, I instead started researching new lenses and reaching out to new models for an upcoming shoot, maybe I was putting it all behind me, I thought. Fuck it, I thought. It's a Thursday night, I know my friend's are going out tonight. They'd already invited me and I'd been so preoccupied recently I'd forgot to confirm. After feeling pretty good about the work I'd been able to get done, I sent my friends a message "see you at the bar". A quick shower, shave and wearing a baggy jumper jeans and my favourite new balance, I was just applying my aftershave when suddenly there it was. Thump, thump, thump. As if he'd read my mind like he always does, there it was, the music. Then the laughter, then the shouting. I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.
Without any surprise I kicked back into my sissy mind of thinking, the split of my personalities immediately returned, acting more an instinct than any hard decision making. It felt as if I had no choice at all, I had to cancel on my friends, it wasn't a 50/50, I was being summoned, I was needed.
Even though I was squeaky clean having just showered and shaved to meet my friends I couldn't take any chances. Back into the shower. A more thorough shave of all my private parts so I was completely smooth everywhere, only my eyebrows and mop of brown hair was the only hair that could be found on my body, I had to be sure, so I felt as feminine as possible. I lotioned my entire body so I was smoothed and silky to the touch. And the final, most crucial step, a deep, extensive douching. Even though the events of tonight weren't clear, whatever I was in store for tonight if they went anywhere near my bum with their hands or dicks it was going to be explored as deep as I could go, and I had to make sure to be as clean as possible for them, making a mess would be very un-feminine of me.
With my asshole, legs and entire body as hairless, smooth and lotioned as possible, I slid my legs into my stockings and tucked myself into a tiny thong. As I was about to throw my long coat on before heading out I caught myself in the mirror, I have to say, from the glimpse of my lower half, it looked like an elegant woman. That made me beam with confidence and I strutted out of my door to the elevator.
I glided over to their door, my usual waiting place, the line where the photographer stays and the submissive sex toy enters. The familiar pulsing of the music almost rattling the door off the hinges was as welcoming as any sound I'd heard. I knocked and waited with bated breath. Thump, thump, thump and a yank of the door proceeded a familiar, intimidating scowl. When T saw me he conceded a small smile to cross his lips before replacing it with his usual frown. Of course I was hoping for more of a lustful look than that, an acknowledgement that he did want me there, but that small flicker was more than enough and more than I was used to.
"Did you do what I said, you wearing something nice, you clean? If you ain't you're going back down" He looked like he was on the edge of slamming the door on my face if I answered wrong, and I believed that.
A quick unbuckling of my long overcoat and I seductively revealed my smooth legs, slipped into stockings with a tiny thong to cover my small bulge, and wearing nothing else.
He looked me up and down, I loved the feeling of his eyes on me. We locked eyes and he swung the door open. "Get in slut". This time there was no hesitation, I walked in gladly, excited by the prospect of the unknown, all of this pent up excitement had been building for over a week, I was ready to make up for lost time.
This time, unlike the times before, it seemed like the party had started without me. I thought I could hear moaning coming from the main bedroom, and one of the men was already getting a blowjob from a new girl I didn't recognise. But most importantly, and startlingly, the main difference was a huge black dildo stuck to the floor and right in the centre of the living room. I had a feeling it had my name all over it. It looked very similar to the make of the one I had beneath my pillow downstairs, but a little bigger and a little wider. Of course it was going to bigger than I'm used to, figures.
"Well you've already got a view of what we're going to put you through tonight, don't worry this is the only fake cock going in your ass tonight, the rest of the night you're going to be filled with real big black cock. As many as you can take."
A laughing cheer went up, I went red. I barely wanted the smile that crept on to my face to show, of course I was nervous, but their excitement was infectious.
"But before we pump cum into your guts we need to make sure you can take a dick before we do some damage to you we can't undo, we need to break you in. So the sooner you can take this big boy up your boy cunt all the way down to the floor the earlier we can start breeding. Plus it gives us a show, so take off your fucking coat and sit your ass down."
Gingerly, I did as instructed, unbuckling my coat and letting it fall to the floor, the wolf whistles and laughter rang around the flat only made me more horny, to be objectified and humiliated in this way, to be pushed to breaking point, that's all I'm after. T threw a big bottle of lube at my chest which I only just caught I was so nervous. I walked over to the dildo and got on my knees. As I started to squirt a healthy amount of lube into my palm to prepare the dildo, T stopped.
"Shit, almost forgot". He grabbed something from the counter and swaggered over. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. We met eyes and he revealed to me what he was holding. He slipped on a silk eye mask onto my face, hooking it behind my ears. But this wasn't the usual kind of eye mask I was used to, instead it was more like something you would wear to a masquerade ball, it was lacey, ornate and decorative and I knew it's purpose. To obscure my identity. He slipped his thumb into my face, suck and look at me baby.
I liked him calling me that and looked straight into his phone's camera lens with no objection. The flash blinded me temporarily and as my vision came to I could see he was showing me how I looked. With my mask covering enough of my face to obscure my likeness completely, I almost whimpered at how much I fell in love with how I looked. On my knees, looking up with his thumb in my mouth, I suddenly had an even deeper sense of anonymity here. With this renewed sense of subjection, I barely wanted to admit to myself the heinous things I would do if asked. I guess there's only one way to find out.
"Now we can start the show! Boys, start recording, this one's going to be a banger."