Two Strangers Feminized Me in a Hotel Room

The room smelled of clean sheets and the cologne of the two of them. I was standing in the middle of the room, wearing only a pink lace set they had asked me to put on from home. Darío and Bruno were sitting on the edge of the double bed, in boxer briefs, looking at me unhurriedly, like someone studying something that already belonged to them.

—The bag is at your feet —Darío said—. Take everything out. And you change here, in front of us.

I obeyed. I bent down slowly, feeling their eyes on every movement, and opened the paper bag. The first thing I found was a red padded bra. I put it on right away, adjusting the cups, and set the bag back on the floor.

—Look at him —Bruno murmured—. It suits him better than he deserves.

Then I took out a red thong, open at the back, with thick lace that covered nothing, and on top of that a second garment just as sheer. While I adjusted them, the two of them commented on my body in low voices, especially my ass, as if I couldn’t hear every word. And I could. And I liked it.

Next came semi-transparent black stockings, with a fine pattern that climbed up the leg. When I finished pulling them up, all that was left were the shoes and the dress. First I took out the heels: red, strappy, taller than I knew how to walk in. Then the dress, with a skirt fitted to the knee, the top in lace and sheer panels, red, with two black bows at the shoulders and another at the back.

I dressed in silence. When I was ready, they stood up.

—On your knees —Darío ordered.

I knelt. Each of them brought something in his hand. Darío was holding a wide black leather collar, and he fastened it around my neck without saying a word. Bruno took me by the chin and started painting my lips with an intense red, slowly, tracing the outline as if it were important to do it right.

I’m really here. This is really happening.

When he finished with my mouth, Bruno brought my face close to his boxer briefs and let me feel his shape through the fabric. Then he put thick bracelets on my wrists and matching ankle cuffs, all with metal rings. Between the two of them they tied me like that, kneeling, with my legs together and my hands folded forward, like a plea.

—Ask for it —Darío said, standing in front of me, pressing the bulge in his boxer briefs against my cheek while Bruno lifted the phone to film—. Beg.

And I begged. I kissed the fabric, licked it, pleaded with words I didn’t even know I had, and they laughed softly, delighted, while the camera kept rolling. They kept me like that for a long while, humbling me calmly, until Darío pulled down his boxer briefs.

***

Bruno went over my lips with the lipstick again before giving me permission. Then he ordered me to kiss his friend’s dick. I obeyed, submissive and turned on, finally seeing up close what I had imagined under their clothes. Then it was the other one’s turn: Bruno’s was thicker and shorter, and it felt much harder between my lips.

They made me kiss them, lick them, run my tongue all over, always asking me to thank them, always reminding me what I was. Then they brought from the corner something like a high barstool, but wider and padded. Between them they lifted me and laid me face down on it, my belly and chest supported.

They tied my ankles together, my knees downward, and secured my hands to a ring on the side. I was immobilized. Darío ordered me to open my mouth and put a gag on me: a large red latex ring that forced me to keep it open. He fastened it with a strap behind my head.

Then I heard footsteps, the sound of the phone again, and felt my skirt being lifted very slowly. They lowered the thong just a little, moved the lace aside, and slid something cold and metallic inside me. I moaned against the ring of the gag while they positioned it properly deep inside. It was a hook. They pulled my head back and tied the hook’s cord to the back of the gag so I couldn’t lower my face.

I was ready. I knew it, and I loved it.

***

They dragged their cocks over my ass, over my face, while they kept taking photos and telling me how good I looked being dominated. Darío set the camera in a fixed spot. He gave my ass two firm slaps, asked me if I wanted it, and I nodded as best I could.

He used lube, opened my ass cheeks, and started to enter. The head went in easily, with the hook already inside, and then he pushed all the way in. I moved as much as the ropes allowed. He started fucking me hard, without stopping, spanking me and reminding me how open and willing I was.

Bruno stood in front of me. He took his cock in his hand and slid it into my mouth through the ring, and started using my throat while he kept filming everything. Both at once. They each drove harder and harder, until they had me swaying on the stool like a doll. I was somewhere else, lost, feeling two bodies at the same time, feeling like I belonged to them.

They switched places. The thicker cock went in from behind and opened me in a different way, slow and complete. I felt split in two, burning, while I heard them calling me every name they wanted: submissive, bitch, their doll.

With my tongue I worked on whichever cock I had at the moment and tried to clench so I could feel every centimeter of the one filling me from behind. They switched several times. They kept punishing me: a slap, a cock blow against my cheek, a tug on the cord linking the hook to the gag to force me to lift my hips higher and take it deeper.

After a while, Bruno —the one with the thick cock— was in my mouth and I noticed he was getting hotter, harder, close. He confirmed it and switched with Darío. He came in with one hard thrust, all the way to the base, fast and brutal, while Darío filled my mouth and pulled on the cord. I felt Bruno hardening inside me, felt him tense, and then he spilled. I felt him explode deep inside, fill me, and that made me even hotter. He left his cock buried to the hilt, and I, without touching myself, without permission, got soaked completely. My belly warm, the stockings and lace drenched with my own pleasure.

***

They switched again. This time I had to clean with my tongue the cock that still had remnants on it, while Darío fucked me hard and fast from behind, spanking me. When I finished licking it clean, Bruno went to rest in an armchair and Darío kept going a while longer, forcing me to repeat what I was: a hot bitch, hungry for his cum, made to obey.

I begged for him, moaning, almost crying against the ring, until I felt him go rigid. He swelled even more than before and filled me completely, putting everything as deep as he could. Then he pulled his cock out, now dripping, and put it in my mouth so I could clean it and swallow every last bit.

I thought we were done. But then I felt them push something else inside me: a latex toy with a wide base that stayed like a plug. When it was inside, Darío turned it on. It started vibrating, stirring everything inside me, and the heat rushed through my whole body.

He touched me in front and noticed how wet the lace was.

—Again without permission? —he said, pretending to be angry.

He ripped off my thong and gave me a round of slaps. Then he handed the garment to Bruno, who took it out of my sight for a second and stuffed it in my mouth, still wet, before striking my face with his cock. Between the two of them they punished me, alternating lashes and slaps, treating me like I was theirs. I loved it. I was dying for them to go back in.

And they did. They took out the toy, shoved a cock in, then the toy again, then the other cock, playing with my body however they wanted while they kept punishing me. They left my ass red and everything open, burning.

***

At last they put the vibrator at full power and pulled my underwear up over it. The two of them stood in front of my face and started jerking off. I knew what they wanted: to soak me completely. They took the thong out of my mouth and took turns using it, pulling the cord so I’d raise my hips, spanking me.

Darío was first. He covered my face and finished in my mouth, leaving me full. Bruno wasn’t far behind: he ordered me to cum with him, and I, obedient, feeling the vibrator buzzing inside, got wet again, moving shamelessly. They noticed and praised me for being so submissive. As a reward, they turned off the vibrator, though they left it in place.

They took many more photos of me. They wiped my face with the same thong and put it back in my mouth. They started freeing me: first my legs, then the gag, making sure I still had the garment between my teeth. They removed the hook and left the other toy in its place while they lowered my skirt. The last thing they freed was my hands.

I tried to stand up, but my legs were shaking too much. I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath, until with one of them helping me I managed to get to the bathroom. When I came out, they were already gone. On the bed there was a note and an envelope.

The note said the room was paid for, that they would bring me food at dusk, and that they would return on a date they had written down in firm handwriting. In the envelope was my payment, and something extra so I could buy the clothes they wanted to see me wear next time. Beside the money there was a detailed list, garment by garment, handwritten.

I sat on the edge of the bed, with the toy still inside me, reading that list over and over, and I knew I was already counting the days.