Daddy patted me on the head, a big smile on his face, making me feel special. At that moment the fat man started grunting and reached down to push the back of the head of his sissy, ramming his pen-is deep into the sissy. He buckled and I knew he was shooting his load down his sissy’s throat.
It seemed that now that he had used me, Daddy wasn’t so interested. Sandy was back and asked him if I need changing.
“Yes, my little princess is wet.” He stood up and patted my head. “Clean daddy up before you leave.”
Some more c-um had leaked out of him so I licked it off and put him back into his pants. Since my hand were confined in the mittens, Sandy helped by pulling up his zipper.
“I’m going to play some poker,” he said to Sandy. “Change her and bring her into that room.”
“Will, she be watching from the bench?”
Daddy smiled. “Of course.”
I had no idea what that meant but was in no position to ask questions. By suc-king him off I figured I had given up all myself and was his to do whatever. I was even ready to accept being fuc-ked.
Sandy took my hand and led me back to the nursery. “Up on the table,” she said, patting the plastic covered changing table. I did as told and was soon lying on my back. Sandy talked as she pulled my plastic pants down my smooth legs. “Looks like our little girl likes a coc-k in her mouth, doesn’t she?” She undid my diaper pins. “It also looks like our little girl likes going in her diapers.”
I just suc-ked on the pacifier she had stuck in my mouth, eyes closed, thinking about what has happened to me. I could hear the music getting louder in the house and a slapping sound followed by crying. Someone must be spanking a sissy.
Sandy pulled off my wet diaper and dropped it into a pail. She wiped me off and then told me she was going to pull out my plug. “Relax and push, it will be easier that way.”
I moaned when it came out and felt stretched, as if I could not close my butt hole. I moaned again when Sandy rubbed it with something cold, working her fingers into me.
I expected another diaper but instead she put me into pink plastic pants with a diaper like lining. “You’ll have to control yourself, “ she warned me. “These will not hold much.”
These pants were very noisy, and the elastic was tight around my legs.
“Come on, little one,” she said, taking my hand to help me off the table, “Let’s go find daddy.”
Daddy was downstairs playing cards. There were several tables and many of the men were smoking cigars. Against one wall was a high padded bench, so high none of the sissy’s sitting on it could touch the floor, their feet dangling. They all had glazed looks to their eyes and several were moaning. I quickly found out why.
Sandy took me over to an empty spot and I saw that rising from the seat was a very large rubber pen-is. No doubt the other were impaled where they sat.
I pulled back on Sandy’s hand. I wasn’t ready for this big thing to be in me.
“Don’t be afraid, little one,” she said, kneeling so she could look me in the eyes. “It might hurt at first but soon you will love it.” She turned to the tables. “Will one of you strong men help me put this sissy on the bench.”
A huge hairy guy stood and without a word, picked me up. His hands were like vise grips, making me helpless to resist. Sandy pulled a condom over the waiting coc-k and squirted some jelly from a tube onto the head.
I closed my eyes as I was lowered onto the coc-k; there was an obvious opening in the back of my plastic pants. The thing felt as it were splitting me open and I dropped my pacifier as I gasped. The thing completely filled and stretched me as he pushed me down its length to setting on the padded bench seat.
Sandy wiped away my tears and replaced my pacifier. “We will let you settle before turning things on.”
With my feet dangling, I could see that this was a very effective bondage trick. I tried lifting my self up with my arms but could not get off the pen-is. Daddy looked up at me and waved, knowing I was going nowhere while he played.
Sandy arranged my dress to look pretty against my very visible plastic pants, but I couldn’t focus on anything else but the invader inside me. It was nothing like the butt plug that had a smaller diameter. Every nerve ending inside me was screaming about the huge thing. I can’t think of anything more humiliating than sitting on this bench, dressed as a little girl, the taste of c-um still in my mouth, while these big men played cards and smoked cigars, all of them knowing I had a pen-is rammed up inside my ass.