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Forgiveness

Date: 1/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Coercion, Enema, Extreme, Female Domination, Gay, Humiliation, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Prostitution, Transvestite, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

laxative, several bottles of hair remover, and a large butt plug. Yeah, I had a pretty good idea what I was supposed to do with it, but I figured I’d better read Violet’s instructions anyway. “Baby Brother,” it read, “I don’t want any nicks or cuts on that white skin of yours, so use this cream to take off what little hair you have. Use it tonight, and then repeat it on Friday night– not during the day Saturday, I don’t want you coming to me stinking of this shit. Use the purgative on Thursday. It will totally clean you out. Don’t eat anything solid on Friday, or Saturday, and Saturday morning, you give yourself five enemas. It should run clear after two, but you do all five or I will know. There is lipstick, eye liner and eye shadow in the bag along with a remover. You practice putting that on every morning and every night. I want it to be perfect when you get here Saturday. And no jerking off starting tomorrow. You can pump yourself dry all you want today, but I want your balls full when you get here Saturday.” It was signed “Mistress Violence,” and under the signature was another note saying, “That is what you call me from now on.” The hair remover cream stung a little, especially on my balls, but I left it on the full time it said on the package. Then I took a warm shower and all of my hair just washed off. My skin felt especially slick, but it didn’t turn red or hurt or anything. There was a slight smell for a while. I don’t know if it went away after a few hours or I ... just couldn’t smell it anymore. I tried putting on the makeup, but it came out really bad. I wiped it off and put it back on two more times, and it was a little better, but it still looked crooked and smudged. I wiped it off the third time and decided it was time to go home and get the dress. The dress and panties and shoes were right where I had left them in a box in the corner of my closet. Mom hadn’t changed anything in my room or in Tony’s. I guess she thought that she had lost both her sons when Tony got killed. She kept telling me I was always welcome, but she always added, “If you aren’t drunk.” I wasn’t drunk and Mom wanted me to stay, but I told her I had a job opportunity and if it worked out I might get a better apartment. She again told me I was welcome to stay there. I ended up staying for supper, but left as soon as it started getting dark. She asked what was in the box, and I told her it was just some clothes I might need for the new job. As soon as I got back to the apartment, I stripped and put on the dress and panties. They still fit. I didn’t try on the shoes since Violet had told me to come barefoot on Saturday. I really wanted to lay down on the bed and jack off like I did that night it happened, but I was afraid that I would get the panties dirty, so I took them off. I kept the dress on, but bunched up way above my waist. Mistress Violence said I could pump myself dry, and I did. I kept imagining myself between her legs with the two naked whores whipping ...