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Remy's Story by Marci Manseau Chapter One - In the Beginning How can I describe my situation for you without sounding like a total wimp, a complete failure as a man or a freak of nature? I suspect there's no easy way to do it; no other method than to relate the simple facts, so sit back and be prepared. Here's my story. At the inception of this story, I'm a man, twenty-eight years of age and extraordinarily average in just about every aspect. I weigh in at one-hundred and thirty- five pounds, stand five-feet six-inches tall. I was born John Walsh and I've lived all of my life in the same midwest city. My hair is blonde and, I'm happy to say, free of any sign of grey hair. I know, I know. Big deal, but most of the men in my family were grey and bald by this age so I'm delighted not to have inherited those family traits. Now comes the difficult part, the portrayal of what makes me so different. I hope I'm capable of conveying to you the true sense of my new life and how it began. To begin with, I've never had a very high opinion of myself, so when I met Marissa, my wife to be, I was overjoyed that any woman would want to go out with me. She is very beautiful; long, naturally curly chestnut hair, and a perfect, slim body that would attract the attention of any man. On top of all that, she is one of the brightest persons I've ever met. From the minute I met her, I did everything in my power to please her, not wanting to risk angering her or losing the only love of my life. And, to be candid, she readily accepted this sort of treatment as her due. I know now she would have rejected me or any other man who didn't idolize her as I did. She'd grown up with a very dominating father, I was later to learn, and early in life had resolved never to let a man rule her as her father had her mother. Right from the first moment we met, she made all the decisions, chose when we would go out and where we went. I was expected to arrive at her apartment precisely on time and dressed as she had instructed me earlier in the day. Flowers or some other token of my affection for her was assumed. Doors and chairs were always to be held for her. She chose the movie, ordered the food and paid the check, invariably with my money, not that she couldn't have afforded to use her own. She earned considerably more than I did and never ceased reminding me of that fact. As one of the most talented computer programmers in the area, she had her own business and commanded a very high hourly rate. Most of her work was done from her office where she employed a five woman support staff. After a few months of dating, she informed me that it was time for us to move ahead with our relationship. We were going to be married in a month and I was to go out and buy her a diamond ring. She described exactly what she wanted; size, shape and setting. Of course I was thrilled. It was exactly what I'd been hoping for, but it really wouldn't have mattered how I felt. It was either do as she had instructed or disappear, and she acted as if either alternative would equally have pleased her. Our wedding was entirely planned without any input from me and, soon after, we moved into a house in the country she had purchased several months earlier without my knowledge. I saw it for the first time the day we moved in. It was a lovely four- bedroom home on eighty acres, a setting rather rural for my tastes, but I was delighted to see there was a large in- ground pool as I dearly love swimming. The only other house nearby was one across the street, which was then under construction but nearing completion. Marissa had decorated our new home entirely to her tastes; pastel colors with an abundance of frills and flowers. Very feminine, but still very homey. We quickly settled into a routine with both of us working very hard all week. I was expected to do all the cooking and housework, either in the evening after work or on weekends. The day of our first anniversary, the last Friday in June, we had just arrived home from a superb dinner at what was arguably the best restaurant in the area. I was hoping we'd go to bed early and celebrate with some lovemaking, but I was badly mistaken. Marissa told me to go into the living room and sit down. She had a very important matter she wanted to talk to me about. I could tell from the tone of her voice that something serious was about to occur. "John, this house is a mess. You don't have enough time or energy to do a thorough job of maintaining it. I've thought it out and I've concluded that you must quit your job immediately. I want you to become a full time housekeeper. I'm entirely dissatisfied with the condition of this house, so you're to devote all your time and effort to maintaining it." "But I like my job," I protested lamely. "Please, Marissa. I know I can do better with the house if you'll only give me another chance." "No, that's what I've decided and I won't change my mind. Call you office tomorrow morning and tell them you won't be coming in again, ever. Give them any excuse you want, but you're never going there again. Do you understand me?" My heart wasn't in it, but I immediately agreed, knowing that to argue would have been an exercise in total futility. "There's something else I have to tell you. Since the day I met you, you've been a complete failure as a man. I'm hoping you'll be more of a success as a full- time housewife. Succeed at this or I'm leaving you. Is that clear?" Totally astonished by her pronouncement, I managed to mumble, "I know I can do better, Marissa. You'll see. I'll be the perfect househusband." "Maybe you didn't hear me. I didn't say househusband. I said housewife. You're so completely inept at both housekeeping and being a man that I'm going to immediately dispose of all your male clothes. From now on, you're going to be my housewife. Maybe you'll be better at that, but I doubt it. You're going to dress the part completely as well. You're to look and act like a woman every minute of every day from now on. I intend to let your hair grow until it's at least shoulder length, and then I'll have it professionally styled. As soon as I've finished explaining your new role, you will go upstairs and shower. While you're in there, you will shave off each and every one of your disgusting body hairs. That will be your daily routine from now on. One more thing. The name John won't be at all appropriate for your new role. Your name is Remy now. I never want to hear the name John again." Naturally, I was completely appalled, but I knew it would be completely pointless to argue with her. My only choices were to do as I had been instructed or move out, and I loved her far too much to ever contemplate leaving her. "Now come with me, Remy," she ordered. "There's something I want to show you." She led me down the long hall and into the spare bedroom next to ours. I obediently followed, wondering what horror would occur next, hoping beyond hope that all this just might be a joke she was playing on me to punish me for not keeping the house up properly. "This will be your bedroom from now on. Go over to the closet and open it up. Your new wardrobe is in there. These new clothes are the only ones you will be allowed to wear from now on." I apprehensively opened the double bi-folding doors. There, in front of me, were dozens of dresses, skirts and blouses. On the floor were high-heeled shoes in a wide array of color. I knew then Marissa was absolutely committed to changing me into a woman and a housewife. My heart sank. "I know I've been a lousy housekeeper, Marissa," I pleaded, "but isn't there some other way you can find to punish me? I'll look completely ridiculous in these clothes." "You may look ludicrous at first, Remy, but by the time I finish with you, I know you'll be the perfect, pretty little housefrau. That's all you're really qualified for, and you haven't even been able to manage that so far. Any woman with half a brain could do a better job than you've been doing. Now go over to the dresser and open the drawers. You'll find all your lingerie there. In the top right drawer are panties and bras. The next drawer down is half slips and slips, and in the bottom are your nighties. On the left, first makeup and jewelry, then pantyhose and stockings, and finally accessories, scarves, belts and so forth. I've gone to a great deal of work to acquire all these lovely things for you so you'd better take good care of them. I think you'll look so pretty in all this feminine funery, don't you?" The drawers were just as she had described them; filled with silky underwear, mostly in pastel colors and lavishly trimmed with lace. I stood staring at them as I replied, "If you say so, Marissa, but I'm not even sure what all these things are. Who's going to show me how to wear them?" "I'll show you at first, but I'll also expect you to take some initiative for a change. When I'm at the office and you've finished with all your housework, I insist you try on everything here and become familiar with each outfit. I have no intention of leading you by the hand forever like some brain-damaged child." I could only stand there with my head hanging, tears forming in my eyes. I knew then what was to become of me. My manhood would be erased. The ultimate insult, and I was powerless, totally helpless to prevent it. Any effort on my part to change her mind would be in vain. "Now get out of that suit and into the shower. I want you back in my bedroom in thirty minutes without a single hair on your body below your neck, as hairless as a newborn baby. Do you understand me, Remy?" "Yes, I understand you," I whimpered, stung by hearing myself called by a woman's name. My eyes pleaded with her but she ignored me entirely and stalked out of the room. I stripped and went into the adjoining bathroom. It took me close to an hour to rid my body of all it's hair, but thankfully I managed it with only a few minor nicks and scrapes. I dried off, then slipped into the pink terry cloth robe I found hanging on the back of the door. Marissa was in bed reading when I walked into her room. "What took you so long, Remy?" she snapped. "Didn't you hear me tell you to be back in thirty minutes?" "I'm sorry," I stammered, "but it's hard to reach a lot of the places I had to shave. The razor kept jamming up with hair. I finished as quickly as I could." "Come over here and take off that robe. Let me see if you've finally managed to do something right." I moved next to the bed and dropped my robe at my feet. She looked me over very closely, making me turn around several times while examining every inch of freshly shaven skin. "It seems you are capable of following my instructions when you put your mind to it, Remy. Now I want you to tuck me in and then go to your room, take out a nightgown and panties for yourself and then go to sleep. In the morning, I'll go over everything in more detail immediately after you've called in and quit your job." I made sure she was comfortable and then went back to what was to be, from then on, my bedroom. Three tries later I found the dresser drawer that held the nightgowns and selected a peach nylon gown with matching panties to sleep in. Although I'm chagrined to admit it, the gown and panties did feel very sexy and soft against my newly shaven skin. After several hours of tossing and turning, I finally managed to drop off into a fitful sleep. Chapter Two - The Dawning of a New Day and a New Life I awoke the next morning and, before I was fully awake, I began to wonder where I was. Then the memory of the previous night rushed back into my mind. For a minute I hoped it was a dream, but then the realization that I was wearing a nightgown and silky panties immediately put that hope to rest. When I trudged into the living room wearing my bathrobe to cover up the peach gown, Marissa was sitting there, already dressed in a beige silk shirt and flowing, dark green skirt. "It's about time you got out of bed, you lazy bitch," she snarled at me. "This was your last morning to sleep in. No wonder this house is such a mess. You'll be up every day at five a.m. from now on. I want you to be showered, dressed up in something pretty, and have my breakfast ready by seven. Then you'll wait until I've eaten and draw my bath. I'll inform you of what I want to wear and, while I bathe, you'll get my things ready. Do you understand all that, or will it be necessary for me to write it down?" "No, I understand you, Marissa. Up at five and have everything ready by seven." "Good. Oh, and one more thing, Remy. From now on you're to call me mistress unless I tell that you're allowed to address me by my name. I want you to call your office now and quit your job, then get my breakfast. Orange juice, dry toast and black coffee. I want it served on the deck. Make sure the toast is hot. You know how I hate cold toast." "Yes, Mistress," I obediently replied. I immediately went into the kitchen and started the coffee while I thought of what I'd say to my office when I telephoned. I eventually decided to contend the reason I was resigning was for personal reasons and, when I finally screwed up the courage to place the call several minutes later, that's what I said. I simply left it at that, knowing no explanation was better than some lame one. Surprisingly, my boss didn't ask me any questions. Happily for me, he seemed satisfied with that reason. I didn't know what I would have said if he'd pressed me further. Marissa was sunning herself in a lounge chair on the deck when I arrived with her rather spartan breakfast. I informed her that I had made my phone call and was no longer employed. She seemed pleased with the news but made no comment about it. "As soon as I'm finished here, Remy, I want you to take all these dishes in, then prepare a bath for me. You're to take a quick shower and shave again. Meet me in you room as soon as you're finished and I'll pick out something for you to wear today." With my heart in my throat, I responded the only way possible. "Yes, mistress." I was so nervous that I was barely able to shave in the shower. The thought of wearing a dress for the rest of my life was more than appalling. I briefly wondered if I should just take the razor and slit my wrists. That way this nightmare would all be over, but I knew I'd never have the courage to go through with it. Besides, it was possible Marissa would relent eventually if I managed to keep the house in perfect order. That prospect that I hoped would keep me going. I towelled off and stepped back into my room in the nude. Marissa was waiting for me and she inspected my shave. Seemingly approving of it, she walked over to the dresser. "Just look at you," she said, "that skinny chest, and your hips and ass have always looked more like a woman's than a man's. That's a very good start. Now, here's what I expect from you. Every day from now on you'll be wearing a bra and panties, either a full or half slip and pantyhose. As soon as you've learned which outfits are appropriate and how to accessorize them, I'll let you pick out your own clothes, subject to my approval, of course. But, for the next few weeks, I'll select every item you wear. Today, I think I'd like to see you in pink lingerie. Would you like that, Remy?" "Pink sounds nice, mistress," I answered candidly. It was one of my favorite colors and I had always loved seeing her in frilly pink underwear. "Very nice," she said as she selected my underwear after rummaging through the dresser drawers. "These tight, stretchy panties will be perfect to hide that shrimpy little penis of yours. Put them on and tuck it back between your girlish cheeks, Remy." I ignored the insult and obediently stepped into the lacy pink panties. After pulling them up around my waist, I reached down and stuffed my penis back between my legs. Incredibly, no visible sign of my male appendage remained. "That's perfect, Remy. You're looking more like a girl every minute. Now put on this matching bra. You'll notice it's very well padded so you'll look like you have nice breasts. Slip you arms through the straps and then hook it in back." It took me more than one try to maneuver the two hooks together, but I did manage and I was startled to find that I liked the way it looked and felt on me. Marissa must have noticed because she smiled at me for the first time in days. "I see you're pleased to finally have a large chest, Remy. You do like it, don't you?" "Yes, mistress, I do," I blushingly admitted, "but I don't know why." "It's because you've been a pussy all your life and now you're finally able to look like what you actually are." So much for the friendly spirit, I realized. Her smile had fooled me for a minute, but I should have known better. "These pantyhose are next. Be careful not to run them when you put them on. I'm sure you know how to do it because you've leered at me often enough while I was putting mine on." I had watched her quite often and thought I had a fair idea of what to do, so I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them up my freshly shaved legs with little difficulty. The silky feeling of them against my bare legs sent shivers of pleasure up to my tightly encased penis. "Very good, Remy. You're learning to be a woman very quickly. I think I want you in a full slip today. That will be pretty, won't it?" "I guess so, Mistress. I really don't know much about this stuff. I'll wear whatever you think is best." "I'm sure you'll learn very quickly. Here, this one should do nicely. See all the delicate lace on the bodice and hem? Don't you think it's gorgeous? You know, I've spent a lot of time and money making sure you have a delightful collection of lingerie. I hope you appreciate it." "I have to admit it is very pretty, and I really do appreciate all the trouble you went to. I guess if I have to dress this way I might as well have nice things." "That's the attitude I want you to have, Remy. What a good girl you are! Here, put it on." The slip fit me perfectly and when I looked over in the mirror, I was treated to a view of my body that appeared to be one of an adequately built, well dressed woman. "Now it's time to select a dress for you. I think a dress would be the most appropriate thing for you to wear on your first day as a woman. Come over to the closet with me so I can hold some up to you." I waited as she thumbed through the more than twenty dresses hanging on pink plastic hangers. She consider several she held against me and then settled on a long-sleeved red knit with wide black belt and a short skirt. She helped me into it and slid the zipper up the back. "Oh, that's wonderful, Remy. It fits you perfectly, and it looks very sexy on you. These black pumps with three-inch heels will be a terrific match. It may take you some time to get used to wearing them, but don't take them off until I tell you to, even if it's hard for you to walk in them. The best way to learn is by wearing them all the time." I wiggled my stocking covered feet into the shoes and took a few tentative steps. After realizing that I had to keep my ankles rigid, I did fairly well. "See, you are a natural! I knew you would be. In a few days you're going to feel more at home in a dress and heels than you ever did in a suit and wing tips. I guarantee it," Marissa said. "I hope so, Mistress, because I feel a little foolish now. Are you sure I'll look nice this way?" "A lot nicer than you ever looked as a man, that much I'm convinced of. You were always such an average looking person. I'm going to make you into a very pretty girl, and I know that eventually you're going to like yourself a lot more, too. I bet you even end up thanking me. It's time to do your face now. Go over to the dresser and get all the cosmetic there in the top left- hand drawer. Bring them into the bathroom. I'll do your face in there." I located all the compacts, tubes and brushes, then scooped them up and followed her into the bathroom. "This will be your job as soon as you learn to do it, so I want you to pay close attention to each step. First, I'm going to pluck your eyebrows into a suitable feminine contour. It may hurt a bit, but I don't want to hear even the slightest whimper out of you. Do you hear me, Remy?" "Yes, Mistress. I'll be quiet, I promise," I replied obediently. I managed to stay silent although it did hurt a bit. Thankfully, it was over in only a few minutes. Marissa rapidly applied cover stick to my upper lip, chin and chin line then camouflaged my entire face with a liquid makeup. I watched closely as she accented my cheek bones with blusher, and tried to memorize each step as she expertly applied my eye shadow and liner. I had to look away as my lashes were liberally covered with mascara, but she described each stroke for me so I got the basic idea. With a small, slender brush she painted my lips a deep red, making them seem wider and fuller than they actually were. "That's much better," she said after stepping back and scrutinizing her work. "You know, you actually do make a very lovely woman. Take a look and see if you aren't as pleased as I am." I peered at my reflection in the lighted mirror and was genuinely delighted to see that I did look very attractive. I would never have believed that cosmetics could make that big a difference. "I do look good, Marissa. It's amazing! You're very talented with all this makeup. Wow!" A surprised look crossed her face. "Tell me the truth, Remy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" "I guess I am somewhat," I confessed. "I look more attractive now than I ever have at any time in my life. It's much nicer to see a pretty face looking back at me from the mirror than a plain, boring one." "And what about the clothes?" she asked. "Do you like the way you look in themas well? I know I do." "It's not so much the way I look, but the way they feel that I like. I've never experienced the feel of silky material again my skin before. It feels exquisite. I guess I've been missing out on a lot wearing all those cotton and wool things." "Well, you're not going to wear those awful clothes again," Marissa informed me. "That much I guarantee you. They're all being shipped off to Goodwill today. Let's get you in a wig. I can't wait to see the finished product. Wait here a minute. I'll be right back." She left the bathroom and I quickly went back to the mirror to study my face. I was pretty for the first time ever and I couldn't stop enjoying it. Marissa was back minutes later and pinned a blonde wig with long, curly hair on my head. She spent several minutes with a brush adjusting it and then stepped out of the way so I could see how I looked. If I had been pleased before, then I was delighted! I was absolutely gorgeous, as lovely as any woman I've ever seen. "Oh, Mistress, I love it," I gushed. "It's fabulous. Thank you so much. I'm so sorry I ever doubted you." "You are too beautiful, Remy," she exclaimed. "Shit, even I never thought you'd look this good. Come on, girl. Let's get out of this bathroom and finish you up." "You mean there's more to do?" I asked. "Of course. I'm going to spray you with some perfume, paint your nails and find some jewelry for you. Then I want to set up a purse for you. No more male wallets or pockets to carry things in. You'll need a handbag for money and cosmetics and a brush and mirror. You know, just like all the things I have in mine." "I do have a lot to learn and I assure you I'll learn quickly. I can't believe it, but this is fun!" "Well, it may be fun, but don't forget for a minute that you have a lot of work to do now. That's the reason all this began, remember?" "Yes, I know. I wasn't a very good husband. That's all over. You won't have any cause for complaints again. I'm going to be the perfect housewife. I want to be sure you're as happy as I am, Marissa." "Mistress, not Marissa! And I intend to make sure you work your fanny off, Remy." "I'm sorry, Mistress. Can we do my nails now?" "Slow down, Remy. First the perfume and the jewelry." She sprayed my neck, wrists, and the backs of my knees with a wonderful scent, then gave me two rings, earrings, a bracelet, a watch and a necklace to put on. I got everything on but the earrings which she had to help with because I kept getting them tangled in my hair. "I think I'll have you ears pierced so we can both wear the same earrings, Remy. There's no point in having two sets." "I hope they're more comfortable than these clip-ons. They really pinch my earlobes. I'm not sure I'll be able to wear them for very long." "You'll wear them until I tell you to take them off. Now come with me." We went and sat in the kitchen while she showed me how to do my nails. While they were drying, she got out a medium sized black handbag for me and collected all the feminine necessities I'd need to carry in it. "That's it, Remy. Now you're done. A woman for today, and for as long as you live here. I think, to celebrate your new status, we'll go out to lunch and then maybe do a bit of shopping. There's a new restaurant I've been wanting to try." I stopped breathing for a minute and then stared at her. "You don't really mean that you and I will go out to eat with me dressed this way, do you?" "Of course that's what I mean, you idiot," she shouted. "Haven't you been listening to me? This is how you're going to spend the rest of your life. Did you think I was going to keep you locked up in the house?" "No, I didn't think that. I guess I never thought about it at all. It's all been so sudden. I haven't really had any time to think about how I'll live, or what I'll do." "That's why I've always had to do the thinking for you. You don't plan ahead at all. You'd be a terribly sorry case if I hadn't taken care of you, wouldn't you, Remy?" "Yes, Mistress, I guess I would. It just makes me very nervous to think about walking in a restaurant in this short red dress. Won't people know I'm really a man?" "God, you are totally moronic! Didn't you see how you looked in the mirror. Is that the face or the body of a man? Didn't you see how wonderful your legs looked in those silky stockings? Not another word out of you, missy. Let's get going. I'm hungry." I knew better than to utter another word. I started for the door only to be called back abruptly by Marissa. "You forgot your purse, you air-head. Get it and watch how I carry mine. From now on, you're to pay close attention to everything I do and copy it. It's the only way someone as dense as you will ever learn to act like a woman." We left the house and I was visibly shaking as we went to the car. I walked over to the driver's side and opened the door for Marissa. Almost instantly, I knew I had screwed up again. "Have you ever seen a woman holding a car door for another woman, Remy? Start using your head. !Think about what you're going to do before you do it. Think like a woman and not like a man." Sheepishly, I let go of the door and watched her get in the car. I walked around and got in my side carefully, making sure I straightened my skirt just as I had seen her do moments before. "That's more like it," she said, smiling as she watched me cross my legs. "Now you're paying attention. Be sure you walk like I do, and your manners must be that of a lady when were eating. Don't embarrass me with any of your male bad habits. Just watch me and imitate everything I do. Then you'll be fine." "Yes, Mistress," I obediently replied, my voice quivering as I wondered what the remainder of the day held for me. Chapter Three - Out, and Out on the Town When we arrived at the restaurant, Marissa turned the car over to the valet parking attendant. As he held the door for me to get out, I was pleasantly surprised to note he thoroughly enjoyed his extensive view of my legs. I realized that, until I became more practiced at getting out of a car while wearing a short skirt, I'd probably get many such admiring looks. Maybe I shouldn't bother to learn, I thought risquely! The restaurant was nearly filled, mostly it seemed, with women lunching together. Luckily, we were able to get a good table as some other diners had just finished paying their bill. I remembered not to hold Marissa's chair and even smiled pleasantly at the waiter as he held mine for me. "Not bad, Remy. You're learning fast. Let's have a drink and then we'll order." The waiter came back and she ordered a very dry vodka martini for both of us. I sipped my drink, trying to be careful not to smear my lipstick. I soon felt the effects of the alcohol as I hadn't had anything to eat all day. For the first time, I relaxed a bit and began to enjoy my new self. "I assume it's alright for me to call you Marissa while we're out in public. Can I ask you a question?" "Yes it is, and you may ask me anything, sweetie." "Did you know before today that I'd like being a woman, or did that surprise you as much as it surprised me?" "I've known for a long time that you were a miserable failure as a man," she replied in a low voice, "and I was just about to give up on you completely. Then I recognized there was still a good part of you that could be salvaged, and that's your female aspect which has always been a very strong part of your personality. I just decided to help you accent the good and suppress the undesirable traits. The only way I could think to do that was to turn you into what I knew would make you like yourself more. Then you'd feel free to experience all the wonderful feminine traits that you'd suppressed for so long. As usual, I was right about what's best for you." "Yes, I guess you were," I admitted. "It's going to take me a long time to completely adjust to being a different person but I know now it's something I want to do very much. Thanks for taking the time to find the real me." "I still care a lot about you, Remy. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered. As far as I'm concerned, John is dead. If you ever try to revive him, I want you to know I'll throw you out and divorce you. Is that clear?" "He's dead and past revival, so that wouldn't ever happen, I assure you. I guess the only other question I have now is what's to become of our relationship? Are we going to live together as friends, sleeping in separate bedrooms forever?" "We're still legally bound together by marriage, but I feel it's important for each of us to retain her own identity. We may have sex in the future with each other or we may both decide to date other people. I'm just going to leave that part open. I'll determine that when it's time for a decision to be made and not before." "That's fine with me although I do admit I'll miss sleeping with you." The waiter returned then so we ordered lunch and talked only sporadically as we ate. We opted not to have dessert, so Marissa paid the check after we drank our coffee. On the way out, she informed me that she had to make a trip to the ladies' room and that I was to come with her. Immediately, my nerves became frazzled again but I dutifully followed her in. We both went into stalls and, realizing I had to go as well, I put down my bag and managed to hold my skirt and slip up while I slid my pantyhose down to my knees. I snuck my penis out the leg opening of my panties and quickly peed. While I was sitting there, I noticed how pretty my legs looked in the silky hose framed by the pink lace of my slip. How could anyone ever want to be a man when they could wear such pretty things if they were a woman, I thought. It was more difficult to get everything back in place, but I eventually managed to tuck myself away and pull my hose back up, then smoothed down my slip and skirt. Marissa was standing at the sink washing her hands when I came out. As I had never been in a women's bathroom before, I just watched what she did and copied her every move. Although a bit clumsy about it, I even managed to redo my lipstick and tuck in a few stray hairs. The other women in the rest room didn't pay any more attention to me than they did to anyone else, so I had to assume they thought of me as a woman. Their acceptance gave me a very warm, comforting feeling. As we were close to a mall and it was still early, Marissa drove there so we could spend some time shopping. I had a fabulous time going through all the stores and trying on anything she thought might look good on me. She bought me several new outfits and some wild breast forms that had perfect one-inch nipples poking out from them. Another treat for me was several garter belts and a colorful variety of stockings to go with them. I found that walking in the mall was fun for more than one reason. I loved the feeling of my stocking covered thighs brushing against one another as I walked, and the gentle caress of my skirt and slip on my legs sent thrills through me. Also, we received many admiring glances from men as we walked from store to store. Marissa asked me how I felt about their lecherous looks and I truthfully admitted they both pleased and excited me. One of the highlights of that day for me was having my ears pierced. Marissa had insisted on it and, at first, I was leery of it, fearing it would be painful. When I saw the beautiful assortment of earrings available for pierced ears in the shop, I quickly changed my mind. It was soon over, and with a bare minimum of pain. Gold posts were inserted into the openings and then we spent almost an hour picking out more than a dozen pairs of earrings that we both loved. As we were tired by then and my feet were killing me from spending hours in heels, we left the mall and headed home. Dinner that evening was leftovers and then we retired early to our separate rooms. Chapter Four - Learning the Ways of Womanhood One morning, about two months after our anniversary, my Mistress Marissa hit me with a real surprise. "Remy, I want you to prepare a very special dinner this evening. I think a roast pork with potatoes and some sort of vegetable will do. I've invited Annette over. We have a new contract to plan out and it will be easier to do here than at the office." Annette, a twenty-two year old brunette with the face and figure of a fashion model, was her chief assistant and right-hand woman at the office. I knew Marissa hadn't forgotten that Annette knew me very well. "Mistress, are you sure that's a good idea? Annette may tell the other women at the office about me." "Annette knew about this before you did. Do you think I'm as dense as you are? She helped me pick out most of the clothes you own. She's the same size you are, so I had her model them for me to be sure they'd look right on you." "I'm sorry, Mistress. I should have known better than to question you. Will she be comfortable being around me while I'm wearing a dress?" "Why shouldn't she? Unlike you, she's not an ignorant housewife. There's one more thing I think you should know, Remy. Annette and I have been occasional lovers ever since I hired her. I don't want to hear a word out of you this evening if we decide to go to bed together after we finish our work. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied, hoping the shock I felt wasn't apparent in my voice. "Very clear. I'll have drinks and dinner waiting by six o'clock." Pictures of the two of them in bed together were flashing through my head as I left to clean up the breakfast dishes. I had a very confusing range of emotions about this new development. Jealousy came first but then a wave of sexual curiosity took over. As with most men, the thought of two women making love was a real turn on for me. It would do me no good to object so I might as well accept it. I spent the morning tiding up the house, then went to the market to get the ingredients for the pork roast dinner. By that time, the people in the local stores had come to know me as Mrs. Wright, a very good customer, so I was assured of getting the best cuts of meat and fresh vegetables. I'd had to use Marissa's name because the only way I had to pay for anything was with her credit cards. I briefly stopped in at the liquor store and, with the owner's help, selected two bottles of wine to complement the meal. He was always more than happy to see me come in his shop and never missed an opportunity to flirt with me. I was extremely flattered to discover this very attractive man liked me and, had I been single, I might have accepted one of his numerous dinner invitations. As it was a relatively easy dinner to fix, I was done by five and went upstairs to change into something more appropriate for company. After looking over every outfit I owned, I ultimately selected a low-cut blue silk sheath that fit me like a glove. After checking my hair and redoing my makeup, I slipped into black lace lingerie and a matching garter belt. I attached silky stockings in a flattering shade of light beige to the garters, then pulled a slip and my dress on over my head. Having finally mastered the art of back zippers, all I had left to do was find the shoes that matched the dress and then spray on a bit of perfume. Crystal earrings and bracelet in place, I went to check the roast. Earlier, I had set the table using our best mauve Royal Dalton dishes with a centerpiece of fresh pink impatiens from our own garden. Those delicate flowers have always been one of my favorites. Marissa and Annette arrived a few minutes after six. I greeted them at the door with my warmest smile. Marissa was wearing the navy suit and while silk blouse I had laid out for her that morning, while Annette looked delightful in a short sleeved cotton print dress with a scoop neckline. "Welcome, Annette, it's nice to see you again," I said and meant every word. She was one of my favorite people and she'd always been very pleasant to me, more than was necessary even to the husband of her boss. "Hi, Remy," she said, giving me an affectionate hug. "Wow! You look fabulous. Marissa told me you were pretty but I had no idea you'd be so beautiful! That blue dress is just perfect on you. I was sure it would be when I helped Marissa pick it out." Regrettably, I blushed, but I just couldn't help it. "Thanks, it's very nice of you to say that. May I get you a drink?" "Some white wine would be nice if you have some open." "Of course, and what may I get for you, Mistress?" "I'll have the same, Remy. Bring our drinks out on the deck and have dinner on the table for us at seven. No later. We have a contract to look over afterwards and I don't intend to waste the whole evening with work." She looked over at Annette and gave her a knowing smile. I knew then she was planning on taking her to bed. Annette looked her directly in the eye and smiled back. Judging by her response, Annette was as ready as Marissa. Dinner was ready on time and, after lighting the candles and filling the wine glasses, I served it to them. Marissa, obviously in a good mood, allowed me to dine with them. What a perfect occasion! Just us three girls having dinner together! We talked all through the meal. After coffee, Marissa and Annette went into the study to work. I cleared the table, cleaned up the kitchen then did the dishes. By that time, I was tired so I sat on the couch in the living room and began to read a book. Just before ten, Marissa and Annette joined me in the living room and asked for more wine. I went back into the kitchen and took the second bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. I carefully poured two glasses and put them on a tray. When I returned to the living room, Marissa and Annette were sitting next to each other on the couch, with Marissa's arm around her attractive assistant's shoulder. "Didn't Remy turn out well, Annette?" she said as I bent over and placed their glasses on the coffee table. "She was such a failure as a man and a husband, but I do think she has genuine potential as a pretty little housewife, don't you?" I know Marissa enjoyed taunting me and usually it didn't bother me, but when she did it in front of Annette, someone I liked and admired, I found it very humiliating. I guess it must have shown on my face because I could tell Marissa was really savoring it more than usual. "She is very pretty," Annette said. "I would never have thought a man would be able to become such a pretty woman. I think you made the right choice, Marissa. I like Remy much better this way than I did when she was so butch." "She tried to be butch," Marissa again taunted, "but even failed at that. Just look at that body and especially those legs. Do they look like they ever belonged to a man?" "Well, from what I can see," Annette responded, "they're as nice as mine but no man could match my legs so she must have been a girl all along." "Remy, pull up your skirt and show Annette all of your legs. There's no reason for you to hide you charms from other women in the privacy of our own home, is there?" "No, Mistress, not if you tell me to." I took hold of the sides of my skirt and raised it and my slip up to the tops of my stockings. "Oh, look. The slut is even wearing stockings," Marissa said. "Pull your skirt all the way up to your waist. Do it now." I dutifully pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist and raised my eyes to the ceiling so I wouldn't have to see their mocking reactions. Even though I found it completely humiliating to stand there exposing myself in front of two women, I was starting to feel a tingling in my crotch. Thankfully, my penis was tightly compacted in my stretchy panties or Marissa might have noticed and been angry with me. "Her legs are fabulous," Annette finally said. "Perfect, in fact, but I have to ask one question. What did you do with her male organs? I don't see any sign of them. I hope you didn't cut them off, Marissa." "No, I haven't cut them off - yet. Because they were so small to begin with, she's able to hide them between her legs. It's almost as if they didn't exist at all. I like it this way, don't you? She looks so much more feminine." "I have to admit she does look very sexy in that black lingerie. I think she must have cut them off herself," Annette said. "I can't believe any man could look so much like a woman between his legs and still have a cock and balls." "Well, maybe Remy was a bad girl and decided to do a little home surgery without telling me about it. I think we'd better check and see if she did. Slide your panties down, Remy, and then take them off." "Do I have to, Mistress?" I pleaded with her. "I swear all my things are still there." "You heard me, you silly bitch! Do it now or we'll come over there and do it for you." I knew then I had no choice so, while holding my skirt up around my waist with one hand, I tugged my panties down with the other and stepped out of them. My semi- erect penis immediately sprung out of it's hiding place and into the full view of my two tormentors. "Well, it seems she likes this kind of attention, Annette. Just look at her little clit sticking out like it's something to be proud of. Come over here and stand right in front of us, Remy. I want to get a better look at it. It's almost too small to be seen from here." The two steps over to the couch seemed like miles. I tried in vain to retain some semblance of my dignity as I moved in front of them. "It is kind of cute," Annette said. "Why don't you rub your clit for me so I can see just how big it gets, Remy?" I looked pleadingly at Marissa but her only response was, "Do it! Rub your clit for her, just like the slut I know you are." My hand reached down and stroked my male member until I attained a complete erection. Marissa must have enjoyed the show because I saw her hand slide up between her parted legs. Annette noticed it too and moments later she pulled up her skirt. As she wasn't wearing any pantyhose, her fingers quickly began fondling her pussy lips through her panties. "Marissa, if it's all right with you, I'd like to watch Remy stroke herself until she gets so excited that she cums on my legs and my pussy." "Of course, my sweet one," Marissa repled, smiling. "That's fine with me. Remy, come over and stand in front of Annette and help her off with her panties, then do as she asked. Just be careful you don't get any on the couch or I'll have to give you a spanking." I didn't even bother to object, partly because I knew it was useless and partly because I was hot enough by then that I was very much looking forward to seeing Annette's pussy and coating it with my ejaculation. I bent over in front of her and pulled her panties down as she momentarily raised her hips off the couch. The smell of her sparsely covered damp pussy rushed up to my nose as I slid her panties down her shapely legs. As soon as they were off, she placed her heels up on the cushion next to her bottom and spread her knees wide apart affording me a clear view of her cunt. Marissa began kissing her as Annette's finger drew circles around her own swollen clit. I leaned forward and rapidly moved my hand back and forth over my clit until I could feel my sperm about to burst forth. I moved as close as I could just as the first burst streamed out onto her bush. In seconds, her upper thighs and pussy were coated with the last of my white, milky fluid. Her orgasm followed mine by only seconds. Marissa leaned over and kissed Annette again as soon as she stopped climaxing, her hand slipping into the top of her dress and capturing her breast. "I just love to see you cum, Annette," she said as she drew back. "Your face is at its most beautiful then." "Thank you. That was fun but it's nowhere near as good as when you turn me on, and now I'm all sticky and gooey." "Don't worry about that," Marissa said. "I'll just have Remy clean up the mess she made. Remy, kneel down in front of Annette and lick her clean. Make sure you don't miss even the smallest drop. When you're done with her sweetness, you can bathe mine. After a long day at the office, I don't feel as fresh as I'd like." "Yes, Mistress," I replied, thinking to myself that this was one of the most pleasant tasks she'd ever assigned me. I'd always loved licking pussy and Annette was a very beautiful woman who I thought had a particularly beautiful pussy. As I began my cleanup, Marissa stood up and began undressing. Annette's eyes watched as she slowly removed each item of clothing. As soon as she was completely naked, Marissa stepped over me and straddled Annette by placing her knees on either side of Annette's hips. She smiled down at her seductively, then helped her pull her dress up over her head. Marissa's pussy was very close to Annette's, making my job slightly more difficult but immensely more pleasant. As soon as all the mess on Annette's thighs was gone, I moved up to her very wet lips and licked them for much longer than was necessary to clean them. Her juices were flowing rapidly by then, responding to my tongue below and Marissa's lips above. Marissa lowered herself so that their clits were touching, then began a slow up and down movement. I licked both pussies as best I could, then moved back and watched as their passion rose, culminating in screaming mutual orgasms. Minutes later Marissa had recovered enough to say, "That's all for tonight, Remy. Annette and I are going to bed now. She'll be here for breakfast so prepare something special. Don't draw a bath for me in the morning. We'll shower together and then breakfast on the deck." "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Goodnight, Mistress. Goodnight, Annette. Sleep well. I hope you'll come back for dinner again very soon." I left them after retrieving my panties and went to my room. After a quick shower, I changed into a lovely, sheer, white nightgown then got into bed and listened to their lovemaking in the next room as I drifted off to sleep. Chapter Five - My First Affair with a Man One evening after Marissa and I had been out shopping, she was teasing me about all the attention I had received from an attractive shoe salesman at one of the better shoe stores. He had shown me several dozen pairs of shoes and with each pair I tried on, he attempted to peek under my skirt. He was openly flirting with me and I have to admit I'd liked it. Several times, feeling exceedingly daring, I made sure he got a unobstructed view of my lacy pink panties. By the time I was done, it was extremely obvious that he had an erection and so did I. When I paid for the three pairs of shoes I had selected with Marissa's credit card, he boldly offered to deliver them personally later that evening. Of course I refused, but my heart wasn't really in it. "You know, Remy," Marissa told me later, "I think you should have accepted his offer for home delivery. I know you wanted to. I think we'll go back there in a few days and buy you some more shoes. If he offers to deliver them again, then I insist you tell him yes." "He was a hunk, and I wouldn't mind making out with him," I admitted, surprising myself as much as Marissa, "but what would I do if he wanted to get into my panties? I don't think he'd appreciate finding a penis instead of a pussy, do you?" "I'm sure you'll think of something. If you don't, I will. Every woman should have a least some experience with the opposite sex and your's is way overdue. I'll tell you this much. If you don't end up making love with him, it will be with some other man, and very soon. That much I promise you, Remy." As it turned out, we did go back to the shoe store several days later, but unfortunately he wasn't working that night so we abandoned that idea, at least for the time being. I was truly disappointed as I'd psyched myself up for more flirtation. By that time, I was more than ready to make love with him. Although I was unaware of it, Marissa had not abandoned her conviction that I should acquire some experience with the opposite sex. I found out a month or so later that she had been looking for the proper man the whole time. One afternoon she called me from work in a surprisingly good humor and informed me we were to have a guest for dinner that evening. She had run into her old boyfriend Richard at lunch and had invited him to dine with us. She had explained to him that she was separated from her husband and lived with a friend now, which I'm sure he was more than pleased to discover. She had also promised to have me cook his favorite dinner, steak and wild rice with asparagus, so I was to go out and immediately buy anything I needed. She also ordered me get his favorite wine. Naturally, I was surprised and a bit concerned that she'd be seeing her old lover, but I knew better than to object. As soon as she hung up, I rushed to the market and the liquor store to get the necessary ingredients. As the rice was the only thing that would need any advance preparation, I spent the next hour making sure the house was in perfect order, then quickly showered and changed into fresh lingerie and a stunning floral print silk dress, one of my all-time favorites. It was clingy, fairly low cut and stopped well above my knees. After redoing my face, I put out some fresh flowers from our garden and set the table. Marissa arrived home a few minutes after six and, as soon as she'd showered and changed, she checked over all my preparations to be sure I had everything done precisely as she had instructed me. Naturally, I had. "Why did you invite Richard for dinner?" I inquired peevishly, having finally mustered up enough courage to ask the question that had been bothering me all afternoon. "Because I wanted to," Marissa responded sharply, "and that's all the reason I need. I like him and that's what matters. He's really very nice. Who are you to question my decisions anyway?" I kept my mouth shut, knowing it would be useless for my to protest further. I had never met Richard but I knew they had been very close, lovers for more than a year, and the thought of them together again made me more than a little jealous. I moped around the kitchen until I heard the front door bell ring. "That must be Richard," Marissa said. "Answer the door, Remy, and be sure you're polite to him." I checked my face carefully in the front hall mirror and then rushed to open the door. It was Richard, and he smiled warmly at me as I invited him in. "You must be Richard," I said as I looked him over. In spite of my jealousy, I had to admit he was very attractive. Around six feet tall with dark red hair and the build of an athlete, his face that of the typically rugged male, strong features, well formed. His smile was warm as he looked me over from head to toe. "You must be Remy," he replied. "Marissa told me she was living with a friend but she didn't tell me you were so beautiful." Almost immediately I forgot my negative feelings towards him, plus I very much liked what I saw. No wonder Marissa had stayed with him for so long, I thought. He's handsome, sexy and quite charming. Marissa joined us moments later and kissed Richard lightly on the lips. "I'm glad you could make it, Richard. Remy has been dying to meet you. I've told her all about us and she's had a hard time understanding why I passed you up for that wimp John, didn't you Remy?" I knew she had trapped me with a ploy to embarrass me and it worked very well, but I was determined not to let her get to me. I decided to just play along and beat her at her own game. "John was nice, but I must admit that he was rather spineless. Whatever possessed you to marry him, Marissa? Definitely a dumb move from what I've seen." Marissa managed to glare at me without Richard noticing. Round one to Remy, I thought happily. "He seemed nice at the time," she finally replied. "I've heard lately that he's turned gay and living with some motorcycle bum who passes him around to all his friends. No doubt that makes him happy. It's probably what he was looking for all along." She had definitely outfoxed me there, I realized. Verbal battling wasn't the sort of thing I enjoyed doing, so I gave Marissa a look with surrender written all over it. We chatted more amicably for awhile and then I excused myself to finish in the kitchen. The steaks and asparagus took only a few minutes, so I dressed the salad and poured the wine while I was waiting. As soon as everything was ready, I brought it to the dining room table and then went to announce it was time to eat. Much to my dismay, I found Marissa and Richard necking passionately on the couch. Her legs were parted, his hand was up under her skirt and she was rubbing what was obviously his erection through his pants. I was angry and hurt but there wasn't a thing I could do about it except interrupt them rudely. "If you two can tear yourselves away from one another, the dinner I've spent hours preparing is ready," I said in a very huffy tone. "I'm sure Richard and I can pick up where we left off after dinner, Remy," Marissa said. "Let's see whether or not she's managed to screw up the dinner, Richard." Richard looked a bit surprised at her remark and quickly came to my defense. "I'm sure it's fine, Marissa. Remy looks very capable to me." Marissa, sensing that Richard didn't like all the tension in the room, softened her tone and said, "Sorry, Remy. It was a hard day at the office. I shouldn't take it out on you." I knew her apology was for Richard's sake as she hadn't been that nice to me in years. "I understand, Marissa. Let's go eat before it's all cold." Richard held our chairs for us and it truly made me feel very special. That, combined with his valiant defense of me minutes earlier, made me change my mind even more about him. Unexpectedly, he smiled at me and I realized then I had begun to like him. I felt an extraordinary warmth creep through me and settle in my clit. Dinner was a success and I blushed as Richard complimented me on my culinary skills several times. Naturally, Marissa had no comment whatsoever. When we were done eating and chatting, I shooed them back into the living room, then quickly cleared the table as I didn't want to leave them alone for too long. Moments later, I joined them a carrying a tray with coffee and cups. They were sitting next to each other on the couch so I sat in a chair facing them, making sure Richard got a good look at my legs as I crossed them. He thanked me again for dinner and we began talking, filling each other in on our backgrounds. Mine, by necessity, was mostly a fabrication but I did manage to make it sound very plausible. Marissa interrupted us peevishly. "This is all very interesting, Remy, but you forgot to tell Richard the most important thing about yourself." Knowing she wouldn't reveal that I was actually a man, I bewilderedly responded, "I don't know what you mean, Marissa." "Of course you do, Remy, but I don't blame you for acting dumb and being embarrassed to tell anyone your little secret. Richard, would you believe that Remy is the only twenty-eight year old virgin left in the world?" Richard, obviously chagrined by Marissa's revelation, turned and looked at me but said nothing. Knowing I just couldn't there sit silently, I angrily stammered, "That's really low, Marissa. You promised me you'd never repeat that to anyone. What kind of a friend are you?" For the second time that evening, I had crossed Marissa and I could tell it had infuriated her. "Maybe there's something else you need to know, Richard," she snapped. "Remy and I have agreed that as long as she lives with me and I support her, she has to do everything I tell her to do without question. She's my lesbian house servant and maid. She actually needs to be dominated and is quite pleased with this arrangement, aren't you Remy?" I realized then the game was up. She would no longer allow Richard to think of us as equals and, if I wanted to stay in that house, I'd have to be candid. "Yes, I'm very pleased that you allow me to take care of you, Marissa," I reluctantly admitted. Richard sat back looking somewhat astonished, but he appeared to be relishing the bombshell Marissa had just exploded. Moments later, he looked at Marissa and said, "I like that idea a lot. I've always wanted to find a submissive woman like Remy for myself. That's probably why you and I didn't stay together any longer, Marissa. Both of us wanted to be in control of our relationship. If you ever tire of her, I hope you'll send her over to my house. I could put her to very good use." "Right at this moment, I'm a bit tired of her," Marissa replied, her irritation with me quite apparent in her tone of voice, "but not enough to give her up permanently just yet, but if you'd like to share her for the evening, I'd definitely agree to that. It might even be fun to watch." It was then I understood that that had been her plan all along. She had intended to share me with Richard from the first minute. I was appalled but also uncontrollably aroused. I knew I would soon have a man for the first time and I was thrilled! "I'd like that a lot," Richard said, staring at me. "Remy, would you like to be my slave for the rest of the night?" Marissa nodded to me, giving me approval to act as she knew I actually was looking forward to doing. "Do whatever he tells you to do, Remy, and do it well!" I knelt down in front of Richard and said, "Yes, Master, I'd very much enjoy being you slave. Just tell me what to do and I'll try my best to please you in any way I can." Marissa, being more in control at that moment than I was, took hold of Richard's arm. "There's only one restriction, Richard. Remy has her period, so her panties have to stay on." I was extremely relieved and very grateful that she'd thought of a way to keep Richard from discovering my true gender. He seemed slightly put out but agreeable. "Remy, I know Richard loves blow jobs. He always loved the ones I gave him. I think the first thing you should do is suck him and have him cum in your mouth. Is that all right with you, Richard?" "You must have read my mind, Marissa. Strip down to your bra and panties, Remy. Then I want you to take out my cock and suck it. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Master," I obediently replied, genuinely pleased to have the opportunity to be subservient to such a hunk. Suddenly, I was very impatient to have his cock in my mouth. "Thank you for allowing me to please you." Marissa smiled, obviously delighted by my obedient tone. "I think she's getting the hang of being a good slave, don't you Richard?" "It seems she likes it, too," he replied. "I've decided I want to see your tits, Remy. Take off you bra as well." I stood in front of him and slowly stripped off my dress and slip, hoping he liked what he saw. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, realizing that, although my breasts were small, thankfully they were large enough for a man to appreciate. I picked up my clothes, folded them and put them on a chair, knowing how Marissa hated messes. "Good girl, Remy," she said. "You look very sexy in lacy panties. The stockings and garter belt will make Richard hot, I'm sure. Don't you think she's pretty, Richard?" "Sexy and pretty," he replied, his eyes roaming over my body and lingered on my breasts. "Play with your titties, Remy. I want to see you to make your nipples hard." I quickly obeyed, cupping my small breasts and teasingly offered them to him as my fingers gently tugged at my nipples. They immediately responded, stiffening, begging to be sucked. My clit had hardened and was straining against the restraining crotch of my panties. At that moment I was truly gratified for the concealment the tight fabric provided. "Enough, Remy. Come over here and take out my cock," Richard ordered. "It's almost hard and it wants to cum in your sweet mouth." "Yes, Master," I said as I knelt in front of Richard. Smiling up at him, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "If you'd please stand up for a minute Master, I'd be thrilled to take your pants off." He stood up and I lowered his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His cock leapt forward and struck my cheek as I helped him step out of his clothes. "It's very anxious to be sucked, I see," Marissa laughed. "Make sure you do a good job, Remy. If you don't, I may have to give you a spanking. Isn't his cock beautiful? I used to love feeling it inside me." "It's perfect," I truthfully admitted. "I'll do a good job, Mistress. I promise." Richard sat back down on the couch and I leaned forward, lowering my head until it was only inches from his erection. I tenderly kissed it's tip and smiled, pleased to see the pink ring my lipstick left on it. "Would you like me to lick it first, Master?" I asked, making sure I sounded suitably submissive. "That would be nice, Remy. Lick it until it gets very hard. Make sure you do my balls as well. They're very sensitive." "Thank you for allowing me to please you, Master," I said and then lovingly proceeded to coat the more than seven inches of his shaft with my saliva, making sure to taste every inch. With the tip of my tongue, I gently twirled the pubic hair on his balls and was rewarded by his low moan. I took his shaft in my hand as my tongue worked it's way to the base of his testicles. Carefully, I took each globe into my mouth and bathed it. "Suck me now, bitch," he growled at me. "I can't