Life with Sally while at College was wonderful, now that she knew my secret. The day that she discovered that I was a hermaphrodite plays over and over again in my mind.
But Sally has a cruel streak, and none so apparent as the day she introduced me to some of her friends.
“Here Shannon, I bought you something.” Sally was jumping with excitement as she jumped onto the sofa beside me, a small rectangular parcel thrust under my nose. Sally was always surprising me with something; she was so sweet to me. “It’s for tonight, you know, when we go out.”
With a puzzled look on my face, I opened the box and uncovered the contents. There was a complete white satin lingerie ensemble staring up at me. I removed each piece; stockings, garter, see through panties, a short waisted bodice and there in the bottom of the box, a black leather collar with a single ring and a decorative silver chain attached to it.
“What’s this suppose to be?”
“Come on baby, let’s get wild tonight!”
“Oh no, I’m not going out in this!”
“No, no, baby, I just want you to wear it underneath, you know, so that I KNOW you have it on. It will make me real hot knowing how you will be dressed for me later.”
“And what about this collar? Am I some sort of pet?”
“You’re my pet…growl…my little tigress.” Sally pounced on me, nipping and tickling, making me giggle. ”You don’t have to wear the chain of course, just the collar. You were going a bit Goth, right?”
“If you want me to.”
“Oh yes! Now, please, put these on and let me see you.”
I took the box into my bedroom, well, actually our bedroom, as Sally hasn’t slept in her room for a month now. Everything went on wonderfully, exciting me, my nipples even hardening. That also meant that my cock hardened and that was a little hard to keep inside the confines of the small panties. In the head, the slightly swollen cock head protruded up under the waistband.
“Music please.” I called to Sally. A few seconds later I entered our dorm room accompanied by a strong base rhythm. Sally was cross-legged on the sofa and she squealed with delight, clapping and cheering me on. I turned, I bent at the waist, and I put my foot up on the coffee table. My cock was now fully swollen and sticking obscenely up against my navel.
“I’ll have to put my girdle back on though.” I said, trying to tuck my penis back into the panties. Sally reached out and pulled me into her lap, kissing me hard, her free hand seeking out and finding my shaft. She teased me, squeezing and tugging.
“Oh Shannon, I love you! You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever known!”
“I love you too Sally.”
We cuddled for a little longer but we had to get going if we were to meet her friends. We pet each other the whole time we were dressing. As per Sally’s request, I put on my long black skirt and kick ass lace boots. My tops were layered and short enough to show off my belly button. Mascara and lipstick were my only makeup. The collar looked perfect with my outfit.
Sally on the other hand wore a form fitting vintage dress in a cream color, complete with lace gloves and four-inch high heels in white leather. She wore a huge silver cross around her neck along with several beads of costume jewelry.
We posed in front of the mirror together and announced ourselves ready.
We had to take a cab downtown but once there, we fir right into the busy night crowd. I was a little worried about the club Sally took us to but once inside, I saw that it was a strictly girls only club. That is, if you could some of them girls. There were plenty dressed like Sally and I but there were a few that looked like Harley Bike drivers with tits. Leather jackets, vests and those biker pants were everywhere. And each seemed to have a pretty girl with them that tagged along wherever their dyke mistress went.
Sally waved at a group in the far-left corner and we wound our way through. I was bumped into several times, and not all by accident. Sally’s group consisted of three other girls, dressed somewhat like ourselves. No biker dyke apparent. Introductions were made and I was fussed over as Sally’s new girlfriend. I was a little jealous that Sally had this history with these girls but they treated me very nicely. Soon, Aida took me up onto the dance floor while sally watched with great enthusiasm.
Aida was making some pretty heavy moves on me when we were joined by Sophia who demanded my attention. I was getting dizzy with excitement when Masti, sally’s third friend grabbed me away from the other two and danced with me very seductively, bodies constantly touching. I had to maneuver away a little when she attempted to press a leg between mine and my raging hardon would have been felt despite the girdle.
I squealed when Sally joined us by dancing up behind me and encircling my waist. I bent my head left and back so that we could kiss. I was very excited and she knew it. Masti pressed against me in the front and together, the three of us danced. I tried to jump back when Masti pressed her palm between my legs but sally held me tight. I closed my eyes and whimpered and Masti’s fingers tried to close around my bulge.
“Please, don’t, not here, please stop.”
Masti gave me a last squeeze and returned to their table amidst the hoots of Sophia and Aida.
I turned to sally. “You told didn’t you!?”
“Ssssh baby, it’s okay.”
“How could you? Goddamn it sally, they’ll treat me like some freak.”
“But you’re my freak honey and I love you.” Sally tried to hold me close.
Suddenly there was a large mass appearing to our right. “It looks like you bitches need some help?”
The voice belonged to a shortcropped bulky dyke with tattoos down both arms and a bandana across her forehead. ”I could treat you both well.” She said, her hands on both our hips.
