I am going to a once a year Fetish ball. It is the one special thing I do for Anthony for being a very good servant to me. He is my maid, cook, and over all cleaning up my messes servant. He has been so loyal that it is my present to him. He has been with me since I left home at sixteen. He tried to molest me but poor pathetic little loser could not get his little pin dick hard for someone as old as me.

At the end of the night there is an auction to bid on a special little boy or girl to bring home with us. Anthony used to pretend he wanted a little girl but in the end it is a boy that makes a little puffiness in his pink panties. While strong to help me he looks pretty much like a woman at this point. A used crack whore kind of woman but most men can’t tell when he is sucking their cocks he is a man. I am in a latex gown and 8 inch stiletto boots. Anthony doesn’t need a wig any more as his hair is long. He is in full make up, in a little pink frilly dress and collared. I let him snort a line off my boot and rest is for me. He crawls out to the black limo that is waiting for us. He is to be on his knees the whole time. Till the auction he is to suck cock and get his ass fucked and fisted by all that please. I love to see him giggle like a little girl at all the big cock that is there. He is such a sissy slut cum dump. The night is going awesome and I am so fucking high. It is almost time for the auction.

Everyone has left except for the twisted, depraved pervs here for the child auction. I do another line and wait as the children are brought out and lined up. How degraded and confused they must feel. This is Anthony’s night so I hold my excitement and let him pick. He seems to have his depraved girly little black heart craving a blonde boy of about 6. He is adorable with a fragile little pale body. He is told to present his little dick to the buyers and Anthony just swoons. Things are taken care of the the little boy is bundled up and taken out to the limo. I give the boy something to knock him out till we get home.

Once in the house Anthony takes him to his room in the attic. He lays him down on his bed and comes down to thank me.  I tell him what a sick, twisted pathetic excuse for a man he is. I spit on him and tell him the sight of him makes me want to vomit.  He gets down on his knees, kisses my boots and retreats to the attic.