Yes! I am too horny to say no to anything.

"Whatever you want," you pant, still restrained in the middle of the room.

You flinch as the cold metal scissors pierce the vegan leather catsuit. Alistair efficiently cuts out a hole for your penis which bursts forward, hard and aching, as well as your breasts which tumble free.

"Don't ever get bottom surgery," he says, eyeing your body. "You are absolutely perfect, just like this."

You are now a lewd, pornographic version of your earlier self, with hard penis and breasts contrasting with the black catsuit, as if the rest of your body was hidden and you are reduced to only the sex parts.

Alistair stops to take some pictures of you at different angles, with his phone. You wonder what you look like, panting with a **** need to cum, your breasts and member waving in the air, twitching and pulsing.

He walks behind you, and you feel his scissors between your ass cheeks, cutting a slit from top to bottom.

"OH!" you cry, as he thrusts a lubricated finger into your bottom.

"I must thank you," he says into your ear.

He reaches a hand to your front where he grasps your poor, suffering sex organ and starts to gently stroke it.

"In addition to making this a memorable and interesting event, I also sold five works by Monica Bonvicini tonight. All thanks to you, Jennifer."

"Unh!" you gasp as he brings you closer to orgasm. His finger in your bottom is maddening as it thrusts in and out. "You're welcome, I guess?"

"What would make the evening perfect," he continues, "is if, while you were completely at my mercy, you lost your anal virginity." He thrusts a finger especially deep into your bottom, making you moan out loud. "How about it, Jennifer?"

"Oh! Yes! Yes, please!" you whimper, **** to cum, **** to do anything he wants.

"Excellent," Alistair purrs.

You hear him removing his pants and doing something with lubricant. You remember back to the anal hook that was thrust up into you as you exercised in the house. Did the house know how important that was to your training?

"I have the perfect cock for deflowering anal virgins," he says, placing the tip of his cock at the entrance to your bottom and pushing. You can hear the wicked grin in his voice. "It's long, thin, and very hard."

You scream at the top of your lungs as he thrusts his slippery cock deep into your bottom, achieving the perfect angle first time.

"OH, YES!" he shouts, fucking you. He reaches one hand around to grab a breast and pinch your nipple and then reaches the other around to grasp your penis. He fucks you from behind forcefully, his cock being the exact right size for an ass fucking. You are lifted onto your toes as he pushes up and deep.

You've been so primed all night long, that it's only a few strokes before you shoot, jetting across the room, landing right into a stunning Dale Chihuly blue and pink macchia on the coffee table.

But Alistair doesn't stop! He's intent on his own pleasure now, as he continues to fuck you, your poor member still squirting, with less ****, dribbling down all over the hardwood floors.

"FUCK IT'S HOT," he shouts, thrusting especially deep, practically lifting you up off your feet and with a series of jerks he cums, shooting his seed deep into your bottom.

"Oh my dear," Alistair says, with a drowsy, satisfied look. "That was spectacular. YOU are spectacular. So perfect."

He's laying on the floor in front of you with no pants on, lazily running his hands through pools of spunk you've shot and then licking his fingers.

"I can't believe you shot all the way into the Chihuly. That HAS to be some sort of record," he says, laughing. "Oh, and I'll just leave it! I won't clean it out . What do you think? Your sperm, your life-giving seed, will be part of that piece of artwork, forever! Imaging, years from now, someone will ask 'what are those spots I see?' and I can tell them the story of Jennifer, a transgender man who shot her load into it during one of my parties. Oh... how perfect."

He sighs.

"Alistair?" you ask.

"Yes, my sweet?"

"Could you let me down now?"

He smiles.

"Of course."

You are let down and you are finally able to relax and sooth your aching body.

You start to help Alistair clean up from the party, but he stops you.

"No need to worry about that," he says. "I have a sissy maid who will come in the morning to take care of all that. Come, I have something I want to show you."

You follow him upstairs, wondering what more he could possible want at this late hour. Then, when you turn the corner, oh god, there's a sculpture, highlighted with a halogen spotlight...

Oh, god... it's the mannequin!

You involuntarily drop to your knees before it.

"It's a custom-made Lindsey B," he says, "from the late 80's. I heard through the grapevine that she made a number of these for Jack Hewitt as well. I don't suppose you've seen them?"

You look up at Alistair, shocked. "How did you know?" you ask.

Alistair smiled. "I could mysterious and say, 'oh, I have my sources', but the truth is I just struck up a conversation with your limo driver, Marty, and he told me you had visited Hewitt's estate recently. I would love to get in there someday, I hear that his collection is astounding."

"I... it is," you admit.

You look back at the mannequin, entranced. It's stationary and not motorized, as far as you can tell. But it does have the hard penis. You reach out to it, and as you gently stroke it's rubber cock, the experience in the house, that first room where it **** your submission to the mannequin cock comes over you so strongly, it's as if you were magically transported there.

You get closed and suck it's cock into your mouth.

"Oh, Jennifer," Alistair says, taking some pictures. "You are *full* of interesting surprises."

Alistair gives you a warm, flannel trench coat to cover you up and escorts you out the front door. Your legs are wobbly.

"You are amazing, Jennifer," he says. "I'm already thinking of more kinky pleasures for our next date."

"I had an incredible time," you admit. "Thank you, Alistair."

Marty opens the door to the limousine and helps you in. You immediately fall asleep.