To Be the Best I Can By Liverpool Kiss A few years ago I wrote with my Mistress a couple of short stories; Match of the Day, a story that is really the ultimate battle of the sexes. You'll find the story in the Liverpool Kiss archives. And then we wrote Match of the Day-Extra Time, which describes what the happened after the game. What follows is the third story in the series The Party. If there is further interest there will be a final Chapter Enjoy ... ... .. Orla's Story After the party I went home. The adrenalin was still coursing through my body, the excitement still very much alive. It had been an amazing day and what had happened that afternoon would never be forgotten by all who were there. When the last boy was finally allowed to go the euphoria that enveloped us peaked and then slowly drained away, trying to maintain the excitement without the boys was difficult. During the evening we talked at length about various aspects of what we had done. The game of course was bisected, but the main focus for all of us was Female Domination and how, now that we were aware of just how powerful we were, how we could take things further. We all agreed that we shouldn't wait and that we should strike while the iron was still very warm. The after-party eventually fizzled out at about midnight and I reluctantly came home. I still lived with my parents, but they have given me the basement suite and I was left pretty much to my own devices. I was too wired to sleep, the conversations and the ideas suggested earlier in the evening kept revving me up. I was so horny. I went to the fridge and emptied the last of a bottle of Sav Blanc into a glass, sat at my desk and turned on my computer. I wasn't surprised to find everyone on line. Sylvia, Janet Liz, Louise, Debbie, Elaine. More than half the team. Marilyn and Sue were missing, but I thought for sure that they were with Tony Cousins, or Billy Garratt breaking them beyond repair. Sylvia also thought as much. Elaine sent the photos she took and in a few minutes we had down loaded all of them. Oh my God, how were the boys ever going to show their faces again? For a second or so I almost felt sorry for Billy and Dave, but Sylvia, grounded me. "I want to destroy them," she said. "Tomorrow morning let's get on Billy and David's case and take them to the next level of obedience Billy's life as he knew it is over. I'll make sure of that." Sylvia said, and I could feel the coldness in her voice. Billy's Story The phone rang, once, twice, three times it shrilled before I tentatively picked it up. "H ... Hello," I answered nervously. I was sure I knew who it would be on the other end and I was sure I didn't want to talk to them. But not talking to them came at a very heavy cost. "Billy? Its Orla." "Hi Orla," I replied. "I've got Sylvia and Janet with me. I'm putting you on speaker phone." "OK." "Hi Billy," They called. "Hi." "Billy , do you have your computer turned on?" Orla asked "er.. yes." "Good I want you to check your emails." I tapped a key on my laptop and saw the email that Orla had sent and opened it. "You'll find one from me with an attachment. I want you to open the attachment." She instructed. I did as I was told and in a few seconds an image of me and Marty appeared on my screen. "Have you opened it?" Orla asked. "Yes." "Describe what you see." "It's a picture of Marty Skinner and me." I replied. "What have you got in your mouth?" Orla asked. "Please Orla ... ." "What have you got in your mouth?" Orla repeated "Marty's cock," I said almost in a whisper. "Louder, I didn't hear you. You are on speaker phone, we all need to hear." "Marty's cock" I repeated loud enough for them all to hear. "Click on the second image. What do you see?" "Oh Jeez ... " "Tell me what you are looking at." Sylvia demanded to know. "Marty, has just cum ... " I said in a whisper "In your mouth?" "Yes ... in my mouth." "The next image.." Orla instructed. "What do you see?" Orla asked. ""whose cock are you sucking in this picture?" "Rob Freeman." "There are seven more images you can look at Billy." Orla told me, "you pulled a train last night, you dirty cock sucker, all caught perfectly by Elaine, our residential photographer. You can keep those prints we have plenty more. These pictures don't need to be seen by anyone other than the people who were there last night, if you simply do as we tell you. Do you understand me Billy?" "Yes." I replied "No Billy, the correct answer is 'yes Mistress Sylvia.'" Sylvia corrected. Orla's laugh could be heard down the phone. "We are having a party tonight Billy and the football team are our guests and you will attend. Failure to show up will cause me to send these photos to everyone, and I mean absolutely everyone. Does your dad know you're a fag?" "I'm not a fag." I yelled at the phone. "Of course you're not. All you guys always blow each other all the time I'm sure." "Please..Sylv ... ." "Mistress Sylvia! She corrected. You blew nine boys last night. Did you swallow each time" Sylvia asked. " Yes ... .Yes Mistress Sylvia." "How do you feel this morning, Billy? A bit queer?" The girls laughed as I looked at each image "What do you want?" I asked. "I want you at our party tonight. I'll call you with more details later." Orla told me and hung up. Orla's Story The boys didn't recognise him when he first walked in, Debbie, Elaine and Sylvia had spent a couple of hours grooming him. He wore a long blonde wig that they styled to cover a part of his face a bit like Veronica Lake, a heavy foundation cream removed all trace of a beard shadow. His lips were deep red and his eyes were dressed in mascara and heavy black eyeliner. It looked good on him. When they had finished they were pleased with the results. He looked feminine, not like a drag queen. Debbie had given him a pair of marron lace knickers and matching bra. "You can keep these," Debbie told him "but if you wear them I want to be allowed to see them. Wear a short skirt" Debbie teased. And they dressed him in Elaine's school uniform of white blouse, navy blue skirt that hemmed six inches above the knee, school tie and black stockings and they even managed to squeeze Billy's feet into a pair of Debbie's high heels. Elaine had fitted a pink slave's collar around his neck and attached her lead to it and led him into the front room. Marilyn, Janet and I had been fucking Marty Skinner's brains out all day. We were so disappointed with Tony Cousin's package, but very impressed with what Martin had between his legs so we took them both home; Marty to fuck and Tony to torture. Somehow Marilyn and Janet had managed to get both of them back to Marilyn's home after the party. Marilyn's mum encouraged he daughter's dominant lifestyle and when she saw what was going on actually assisted them. They tied Marty to the bed and plied him with little blue pills that Eve, Marilyn's mum, kept for her frequent male visitors. Tony was tied up in Eve's room, where we fucked him with Eve's various strapon's. I fucked Marty a couple of times, I enjoyed using his thick eight inch dick and I was reluctant to use a dildo on Tony, it was something that I had never experienced before, but I'm so glad I did. Eve helped me pull on the strapon harness she tightened the buckles and made sure the dildo was firmly placed against my cunt. I was strange having he thing bouncing in front of me. Eve lubed up Tony's arse and my 'cock' and showed me where his mancunt was. "Finger him," She told me and I did. I pushed a finger up his arse and then a second one. He moaned as I opened him up, it felt weird but I was turned on. I forced the knob of the dildo against his anus and leaned into him and slowly the dildo disappeared up his arse. He groaned some more, as I forced the cock into him I gripped his hips and dug my nails into him for purchase and then I started to fuck him. OH MY GOD! The power I felt over him. He whimpered as I started to fuck him harder. I loved the sensation, the cock slipped in and out of him, he groaned louder with each thrust forcing the air out of him. I felt so empowered, fucking Marty had been like eating a sandwich compared to feast I was devouring now. The vibrator was sensational. I fucked Tony for ten minutes and drove him into the ground. I banged him, I nailed him, I fucked him. all of the derogatory terms I had heard over the years associated with men fucking women now all made sense to me. Tony withered under me, he was my bitch and the orgasm was to die for. I would never eat another sandwich! Tony may have been a useless fuck but he did make a lovely girl! When Sylvia told us she was feminizing Billy, we started to make up Tony. Eve had a number of wigs; we tried three or four before we settled on a short brunette that really looked good on him. Marilyn had some lacy underwear that she gave him to wear. We shaved his legs, arse pubes and dressed him in Marilyn's school uniform, and then we made up his face. The transformation was incredible. A pink collar was fastened around his neck and we were ready. Debbie Cross' mother is in Real Estate. She always has a dozen or so vacant properties for renting and it wasn't unusual for her let one out for a weekend. Sylvia and I contacted Debbie during the internet link up last night and we asked if she could source a place for our party. And by mid-morning Debbie contacted us. "Mum has a farm house on her books that is vacant at the moment, but it's out near Frogmore and difficult to get to," Debbie told us. I phoned Marilyn, I knew Eve would help us if she could, she was as turned on by what we were doing as much as anyone. "Maz, Its me Orla," Debbie has a farm house out near Frogmore d'you think Your mum could ferry us out there tonight?" Maz and Eve talked and a few of minutes later Eve was outside my door with Maz in her little Corolla. . Debbie gave me the address and I tapped it into my phone and fifteen minutes later we were outside a rather dilapidated farm house deep in the Hertfordshire countryside. "No wonder its vacant,' I said to no one in particular We got out and a minute or so after we got there Debbie and her mother turned up. Mrs Cross opened the gate and we followed her up the muddy drive to the house.. "Debbie tells me you want to have a party out here tonight," Mrs Cross enquired. "Yes, me and the girls in the football team want to celebrate our famous victory over the boys yesterday afternoon. "I heard about that. Well done, Mrs Cross said with enthusiasm. "It's nice to put them in their place once in a while," she said with a chuckle.. "Absolutely Mrs Cross, Absolutely." "Oh call me Fiona. This place has been vacant for a few months, no real interest in it at the moment," she told us as we approached the front door. She produced a key and unlocked the door. It had been a long time, more than a few months, since anyone had lived in this place. The front door opened into a hallway that ran the width of the house with a staircase half way down on the right. All the rooms ran off the central passage, the kitchen was to the right. The kitchen was very basic with an old fashioned range was on the left hand wall as we etered and a large porcelain sink under a window that looked over the front garden and there was a dining area and another door that led outside. The main living room was across the hall, it was large room dominated with a big open fire place and a stone chimney breast. Double doors led through to what was probably a formal dining area. With French windows that looked ut over a very untidy garden And a utility, laundry room made up the ground floor It would serve its purpose. I tried the light switch and to my surprise the bare light bulb lit up the dingy hall way. We climbed the stairs where there were four bedrooms and an ancient bathroom, the toilet flushed and water ran from the taps. As we descended the stairs I looked at Marilyn. "What do you think?" I asked "I think it will be perfect." "How many will you be expecting?" Fiona Cross asked? "About twenty, all of the girls and most of the boys "I told her "The boys are coming, they must be brave." She said with a chuckle "I don't think bravery has anything to do with it." Marilyn said with a smile. Fiona looked at Marilyn, but didn't ask what she meant. "Thank You Fiona I'll make sure the place is in the same condition when we leave," Eve told Debbie's mum. "Are You attending?" Fiona asked. "No but I will make sure the place has been cleaned up after the party." Fiona locked up the house and handed the keys to Marilyn and we soon winding through the narrow lanes, heading home. "We need transport mum,' "I know, I know," Eve replied, "I have an idea."