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Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. My Wife the Womanizer By Couture (c) 2002 Couture email: [email protected] "Come down to the basement honey, I have a surprise waiting for you," my wife said. She looked stunning, dressed in a black merry widow, with stockings and heels to match. I loved it when she wore sexy lingerie, which unfortunately wasn't very often. I followed her through our very expensive house, but all my attention was focused on her lovely ass swishing back and forth. I was a very lucky man indeed. I had a beautiful wife, who just so happened to be rich, and a house you could get lost in. She opened the door to the basement. No longer was it full of shelves and old boxes, it was now a fully furnished bedroom. Even though it was only lit by candles, I could tell it was a little effeminate for my tastes. However, she did do it all herself, so I knew better than to complain. "What do you think of our little den of iniquity?" She waved her hand in a magnanimous gesture. "It's great." I pressed close to her from behind, rubbing against her satin and lace, but she pulled away. "Not like that, sweetie." She took my hand and led me over to the bed. "I want to do things a little different tonight." She picked up a blindfold, walked behind me, and tied it over my eyes. Then she undressed me, till I stood naked in front of her. My cock stood proudly at attention. "I'm going to fuck you so good tonight; you're never going to forget it." She said, pushing me forcefully. I fell backwards and landed on the bed. She jumped on top of me and guided my cock to her entrance. Then, she pushed herself on me and in on stroke I was fully inside of her. She bounced on top of me, fucking me as she promised. It was strange; she had never behaved like this before. Usually, when we made love, we had our own little ritual. Normally, she wanted us to lay there next to one another and stroke one other. Next, I would go down on her and then we would move into a sixty-nine. After she came, I would get on top and make love to her until I was spent. However, this time she was much more aggressive than she had ever been before. I could already feel a surging in my balls. I couldn't last much longer like this. I tried to grab her hips to stop her from riding me as if I were a bucking bronco. "Wait honey," I begged. "I can't last much longer." She grabbed my wrists and pressed them to the headboard. I heard a click and I found I could no longer move my hands. "It's okay," she gasped. "Cum for me. Cum for me now!" She ground herself on top of me, swiveling her hips back and forth, driving the cum from my balls. It was almost painful as I spent myself inside of her. "Well, that sure was disappointing," she said. I was embarrassed and ashamed at my performance. I hadn't lasted longer than three minutes. "I'm sorry honey, it was just that you-" "What? Now, it's *my* fault you came too fast." "No, look, I'm sorry. Just let me go, okay?" "In a second sweetie. I want to do something first." I felt her weight leave the bed, and then she was placing something over my ankles. "Lift up for me sweetie. I've got something I want you to wear." It felt her pulling some sort of tight shorts up my legs. It wasn't until I heard a click that I suspected something was wrong. "I bet you're really gonna regret not lasting a little longer," she said. Then I felt something cold around my ankle and another click. She was scaring me now. "because that is going to last you for awhile." I bucked, pulled, and struggled against my bonds and though the white framed bed covered with a canopy looked like it belonged in a small girl's room, it proved to be more than a match for me. I had gone nowhere, and now my wrists and ankle hurt. The worst part was I couldn't even see what was going on. I heard another click and the crackle of electricity. Suddenly, my body felt like it was hit by a truck, every muscle seized and spasmed. It was a pain unlike any I had ever felt before. When it was over, I couldn't even move. I felt like I needed to puke. "Are you quite finished now?" She sounded so polished - so unfazed by this. She had tied me up and tortured me with a stun gun and she sounded like she was asking if I had finished reading the paper. That probably scared me more than anything else. "Yes." What else could I say? She held all the cards. "Would you like for me to free your hands?" "Please." She took the blindfold off of my eyes and freed my hands from the headboard. I rubbed my sore wrists and looked up at her. She held the stun gun in front of her threateningly. "Don't you dare look at me so accusingly," she said. "You should be grateful. You should be on your knees thanking me for this." I looked down to observe my predicament. My ankle was cuffed and attached to a very sturdy looking length of chain and my crotch appeared to be covered by some sort of chastity device. It was too much to take. "Are you crazy?" I blurted. "You electrocute me and make me your captive and I'm supposed to be thankful. I'm your husband for Christ sakes." The stun gun crackled with electricity in warning. I took the hint and shut up. "Yes, thankful," she said in a voice that brooked no argument. "You see honey, I took a lover. Don't look at me that way. You always said you wanted to see me with another woman. Well, I did it and . . ." She paused and her eyes grew very far away. "I love her and she loves me. However, I didn't know how possessive and protective she was until later. When I told her about you and how you would get half of everything in a divorce; maybe even more, since I cheated on you . . . with a woman no less. Then, I told her a little white lie about how you beat me and lent me out to your male friends. Well, she wanted to kill you then and there and toss your body in a river somewhere." "Please Jill, if you ever loved me, just let me live. Let me walk away. I'll never bother you again." By now I was sobbing in fear. I was too young to die. There was still so much I wanted to do. "Shhh, sweetie, you know I would never kill you. Besides, I could go to prison for that. I bet you wished you signed the prenuptial agreement, but it's too late for that now. Now, stop crying like a little baby, I told her I would take care of you myself." I was deathly afraid. I'm not going to pretend it was otherwise. I was sobbing like a baby. I thought I was going to die and no one would ever see me again. She slapped me on my face. Hard. "I said, *stop crying* goddamn it!" Then her gaze softened and she stroked my manacled ankle. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have made me do that," she said. "Anyway, like I was saying, I had a brilliant idea. I would make you a home here in the basement -- a little place to keep you hidden. Then I could tell her you were dead. This way everyone wins." She beamed with pride. I was horrified. I was going to be a prisoner in my own house and totally dependent on her. All while my wife slept with her lover -- a lover who wanted me dead. The only thing I could hope for was escape or for my wife to change her mind. "Please don't do this to me," I cried. I tried to reach for her. I wanted to hug her and try to break through her cold facade. "Get back," she warned. "Look, it's the only way. If she finds you - finds out I lied, she will kill you herself. I love her, but she can be violent sometimes." She took the edge of the sheet and dried my eyes. "Listen, she's going to be here soon and she thinks I killed you last night." My wife climbed atop me, pinning my arms underneath her knees. "Sweetie, I'm going to have to ask you to get rid of the evidence." The evidence she was referring to was her well used twat, just inches from my mouth. My stomach recoiled in revulsion. I had never had any desire to taste cum and I sure as hell didn't want any part of the disgusting mess leaking from her cunt. "I can't," I said, turning my face away. "Hurry, she could be here at any moment." She lifted my chin, so that I was once again facing her matted sex. "You have to . . . or she will suspect you are still alive." What was I going to do, die for my foolish pride? I did the only thing I could - what anyone would. I licked my spending from her sex. It was salty and bitter. It formed little balls and clung to her pubic hair that were almost impossible to get out. The worst was when she made me suck at her opening and I got a mouthful of the vile liquid. I promised myself that if I ever got out of this I would never again expect a woman to swallow. "Use your tongue," she gasped. "Use your tongue inside of me. Make sure you get every last drop of your nasty business." From the sound of her voice I wondered if she really was afraid I missed some or if she only wanted to get off. I wasn't taking any chances. Besides, if I got her off, she might be in a friendlier disposition. I drove my tongue into her sex and then moved up and licked her clit. Even if she wasn't expecting an orgasm, she got one and a helluva good one from the sound of her moans. After she came down from her orgasm, she looked down at my wet face and smiled. "Oh baby, if you had made me cum like that earlier, we would never have gotten in this fix." "Please, honey," I begged. "Just let me go. We can work this out some other way." She looked as if she were considering it, but just then a there was a buzz of the doorbell. "Oh God, she's here. Listen honey, if you want to live, please-please-please don't make a sound while she's here. I'll let you know when it's safe again." She hugged me tightly, but always holding the stun gun. "Okay?" "Okay." Man, this was the worst fix I had ever been in and the problem was: I had no idea how to get out of it. I just needed a little time to think about it. Where there's a will, there's a way. For now, I would have to play along. That night, my wife's new lover had sex with her time and time again. Unfortunately, the bed they were in was right over mine. Every moan and every squeak of the bed served as a brutal reminder of my loss of not only my wife, but my freedom. The chastity belt made sure of that. I hate to admit it but while I listened to them fucking there above me, it turned me on. I'm not sure if it was my wife's loud cries of passion or if it was when her lover called her a filthy whore, whatever it was, my cock ached for release. I tried everything to get beneath that dreaded belt, but the most I was able to do was wiggle half a pinky beneath it. I couldn't even touch my cock. I placed my face into the pillow to muffle my sobs. I didn't get much sleep, but then again, neither did my wife. The next morning my wife came to the basement carrying a tray of breakfast. I was sitting calmly propped up on the bed. I kept my hand hidden under the sheets. I was bleeding a little from where I had been working the chain that was attached to the cuff, but she didn't need to know that. "It's breakfast time, sweetie." My wife looked a mess. Her hair was in disarray and her robe was open displaying the evidence of her night's activities. The lips of her sex appeared inflamed and there were telltale hickies on her neck. The bitch. Wasn't it bad enough what she had done to me, did she have to flaunt it, mocking me? "I'm not hungry right now, but you can leave it for later." I was hungry, but I couldn't risk her seeing my hand. It would be too easy for her to figure out what I had been doing. Before I could react, there was the warning crackle of electricity. My body was wracked by spasms from the stun gun. My only thought was why? "You were a very naughty boy last night. I did all this for your own protection and how do you repay me? You disobey me!" She snatched the covers off of my hand. "Do you think I'm stupid? There are cameras watching your every move. You can't even fart without me knowing it." She went over to the trunk located at the far end of the room and opened it with a key. Then she came back over with what looked like two black bags, which she began to put on my hands. I struggled as soon as I realized their purpose, but after the stun gun, I was as weak as a kitten. Soon my hands were balled up in the mittens and she locked each of them. She had taken my hands away from me. Then, she got up, placed my tray on the floor and left. It took awhile before I felt like I could move again. I experimentally tested the mittens on my hands. Then, I remembered the cameras. I looked around for them, but couldn't find them. As small as they make them now, they could be anywhere. I cried for awhile, but it was more dry heaves. There weren't many tears left to give. After thirty minutes, she descended the stairs again. She looked down at my untouched breakfast and tapped the tray with her bare foot. "When I said it was breakfast time; it wasn't a question." She advanced with the stun gun. There was no way I could endure that again, so soon after the last shock. "Wait-wait, I wanted to, but my hands." I fell out of bed, as I sought to evade the stun gun. "They're not coming off until I think you've learned your lesson. Now eat your breakfast!" I walked over toward the tray, but I found it was out of my reach. "I can't reach it," I said. "Sure you can. You just aren't trying hard enough. Would you like me to encourage you?" She was scaring me again. She was the creature again, the uncaring creature that smiled and talked calmly while torturing and imprisoning her husband. I got down on my stomach and stretched out. I reached for the tray to pull it to me, but she put her foot down on it. "Leave it," she commanded. "How am I going eat it with no hands?" "You've got a mouth don't you?" I swallowed my pride and began to lap up the cold oatmeal, glaring up at her accusingly. As if it weren't humiliating enough, she squatted so that her well used cunt was inches from my face. "Don't you dare look at me like that. If you had been satisfying me like a husband should, this would have never happened. When you ate me yesterday, I almost had second thoughts about this. That is, until she fucked me last night and what a fuck it was. Just look at my poor little pussy. Now, that is a well- fucked pussy, isn't it?" I ignored her, licking up the last of the oatmeal. She pulled me head up by my hair, until I was staring at her sex. "I said, isn't it?" "Yes." Just give in and give her what she wants, I told myself. She has to make a mistake sometime. A guest or a neighbor coming to visit, would be all that it took for me to get my freedom back. "All you had to do was, do me like yesterday, but you had to hold back on me all this time, didn't you?" "I'm sorry," I said. Then attempting to get back in her good graces, I kissed the red crinkly lips of her sex. The scent of her sex was overpowering after making love all night. She moaned in response and I gave her what she wanted. I tried to get back her good side or at least make her see reason, with my mouth and tongue. She rolled me over on my back and rode my face. The chastity belt hurt my swollen cock. I moaned from the pain and my need. She confused my moans for pleasure. "You like this don't you? Moan for me, my little lezzie. You love this. You love being my cunt slut." She tugged my nipples, teasing me even more. By the time she finally came, my face was a mess and my tongue and lips ached. She took her time getting off of me and picked up several pills from the breakfast tray. "Here take these. Don't worry, I'm not trying to kill you. These will just help keep you on an even keel so to speech." I took the medicine. She patted me on the head and then got up to leave. As she ascended the stairs, she turned and asked. "Now, aren't you sorry for making me take another lover," she said, twisting the knife in my heart. This is the way it went for two weeks. I stayed in the dark basement and didn't leave the bed except when my wife came down to feed me. There was a bathroom in the basement as well, but without the use of my hands, I had to depend on her for all my needs. My only entertainment was listening to the sounds above me in the house. The pills she was giving me didn't seem to be working at all. I lost track on the times I cried during the day. Finally, the boredom and the sheer inhumanness of my current situation drove me to the edge of madness and despair. I made my decision. "Eat your breakfast or else," she warned, brandishing the stun gun. "No. Shock me all you want, but I'm not going to eat." "Oh, you'll eat alright." "No, I won't. I can't live like this anymore. I'd rather die. Take these mittens off of my hands so I can end this torment." I was proud of myself. I didn't even cry. She stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. "You're right. Listen, just eat your food and I'll think of something else, okay?" "This is the last time," I warned, but obeyed her. She was actually nice enough to feed me with the spoon this time. For the first time in weeks, I was happy. One way or another I was getting out of this basement. Five hours later, she came down the steps again. Instead of bearing a tray of food, her arms were full of bags. I could feel my anger rising. I was trapped and contemplating suicide and while the bitch went shopping. "I've got it!" she said. "I figured out a solution to this mess." She threw the bags on my bed and kissed me. "Are you going to let me go?" I asked. "In a manner of speaking, sweetie. Go on; place your hands on the headboard. I'm not taking any chances with you, while I remove all this stuff." "I'm not going to live like this," I said. "Promise you will turn me loose." "I promise," she said in an exasperated manner. As if she had the right to be exasperated. I placed my hands on the bed and she cuffed them. Then she released me from all my other bonds. Afterwards, she buckled some sort of ring around the base of my penis. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Just be quiet and I'll tell you all about it," she said. "Well, while I was out I had a brainstorm. Well, I owe it all to you, really. You see, I almost feel like you're a lesbian when you eat me out. So, I decided to make you into a girl. Alex would never suspect that you were my husband then." I started struggling again. This was not the solution I expected. "Stop fighting me on this you little bitch," Jill said. "Look it's either this or I leave you down here and I assure you, I can make you eat, even if I have to put a tube down your throat." Images of her castrating me flashed through my mind. I pictured myself bleeding to death in the bed. "You're not going to cut me are you?" "Of course not." I stopped struggling and she unlocked one of the cuffs, placing the key in my free hand. She kissed me and then stepped back. "Go on, and undo your cuffs. We have a lot of work to do, so we better get started. I undid the cuff, stood up, and waited for the room to stop spinning. Then, I walked towards the door, towards freedom. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "I'm outta here." But I wasn't. Just then, it felt as though I had been kicked in the balls by a horse. I fell to the ground in the most intense pain I had ever experienced. "That's just a taste of what happens when you disobey me," she said. "Now get into the bathroom, so we can get started." I couldn't walk, so I crawled to the bathroom. Once there, she set to work transforming me. First she gave me a bath and then shaved me. Her mood appeared amiable, yet I knew a dangerous bitch lay just under the surface. I didn't chance another encounter with her alter personality, so I did every thing she asked and answered her every question with a yes. "Now how do we explain, how you came to live in this house? How about we tell Alex you're the maid? Would you like to be my little maid?" "Yes." "A maid should call the lady of the house Mistress, shouldn't she?" "Yes . . . Mistress." I would have called her Goddess to keep from getting shocked again. "Oh, I do so love the sound of that. Don't you feel so sexy now that all that nasty old body hair is gone?" "Yes, Mistress." "We can't very well call you Maid can we? And Bill and William are definitely not suitable names. How about Bambi or Barbi? Which do you like best?" "Can I choose another?" "I *said* Bambi or Barbi." I wouldn't inflict a name like Bambi or Barbi on anyone, but I didn't appear to have much say in the matter, so Barbi it was. "Barbi, Mistress." "Well Barbi, your hair is too short for most anything except a bob. Do you want me to give you a bob?" "Yes, Mistress." And so it went. My eyebrows plucked, my ears pierced, some sort of latex breasts were glued to my chest, and I now had manicured nails. Worse, I had to agree to each step of my transformation. Finally, she placed the chastity belt back on me and dressed me in a maid's uniform. However, there was one big difference which would become apparent later: there was no back in the skirt. This meant that the cheeks of my ass would be exposed at all times. "What do you think of yourself?" she asked, as we stood in front of a mirror. "I-I look pretty Mistress." The truth was; I wasn't just lying to please her. I did look pretty. I didn't even recognize the cute leggy brunette standing in front of the mirror in high heels. As disconcerting as it was to admit, I would have tried to pick her-I mean me up. "That isn't a very Barbi-ish voice is it?" "Ugh-no, Mistress," I replied, sounding as feminine as possible. "That's better Barbi, but say it lower, with more breath and less voice." "Yes, Mistress." "A smidge softer, Barbi." "Like this, Mistress?" "Perfect." *** I thought the worst was over, but the trials had only begun. By the time the week was over, I almost yearned for days of being chained to the bed again. Everywhere I went, she followed behind carrying a riding crop, while I unlearned twenty years worth of living as a man. She alternately smacked each cheek of my bottom. "You're walking like a horse again. Swivel those hips and place one foot over the other when you step, Barbi." I had seen the walk she wanted me to effect before. It wasn't a walk that you would see from a professional woman, unless that woman's profession was walking the streets. As much as I tried to resist, it was a walk that soon became second nature. "Pick up that cigarette butt, Will," she ordered. I bent forward at the waist as I had been taught, taking particular care for my movements to be graceful. She cropped my ass, almost causing me to fall. I fucked up again; I had responded to my old name. "Your name isn't Will, is it bitch? Who's Will?" "No Mistress, my name is Barbi. Will, is your dead husband, Mistress." I curtseyed very low, because this was a bad offense. The worst part was admitting that Will was dead, which never failed to bring tears to my eyes. "Who did you say you were?" "I'm Barbi, Mistress. Your lesbian maid." "You didn't sound very thrilled at the prospect. Are you sure you'd rather not be my cock-sucking maid instead?" "No, Mistress. I'm Barbi, your lesbian maid." I smiled and dropped to the floor, kissing her shoes. "That's much better slut. You better not forget it either," she warned, emphasizing her words with the crop. "Mmmm, you look sexy licking my shoes, but I think I have something better for you to lick." *** There wasn't a free moment to be myself. My every waking breath was taken up by Barbi and my wife. When we talked, she quizzed me about my life. Of course, I made up convincing lies about a fantasy childhood, of being made fun of being named Barbi, of coming to terms with being a submissive lesbian. Jill would cross-examine and punish me if I messed up even the tiniest detail. She even bought me a Pilate's exercise machine to lengthen my limbs and help me develop grace. She kept my feet locked in heels even when I slept. Much of my time was spent between her legs on what she called advanced courses in lesbianism. I grew used to being continually teased and sexually frustrated. My only release was the occasional nocturnal emission. This was my routine for over a month. I was no longer surprised when I walked in front of a mirror. My punishments now were for failing to be a good maid, instead of failing to be a good female. No one else had seen Barbi, because Jill didn't let me out of the house and would always send me down to the basement whenever Alex or someone else would come over. However, that was all to change one morning. . . *** It was morning and Mistress was late. I passed the time by doing splits in bed. Why? Well, my wife was determined to make a woman out of me and women were more flexible than men. Every morning Mistress would come down to examine my progress. She would make me try to put my legs behind my head, spread them to each side with my legs straight, and to each side with my legs bent. As if this wasn't humiliating enough, she would measure my progress with a tape measure. If there wasn't enough progress, she would punish the insides of my thighs until there was. I stretched my legs wide, my inner thighs burning from the strain. However, it wasn't even close to the burn from the crop. It was at this moment I was broken out of my ruminations. "Jill? Jill?" I heard Alex calling for my wife throughout the house. Then my worst fears came true when the door to the basement opened. I quickly ducked my head under the pillow. "Jill, are you down here?" The basement was only lit with a small nightlight. I held perfectly still, hoping she wouldn't see me, but to no avail. "Oh, there you are," she said. I was petrified. This was the woman who wanted to kill me and had stolen my wife. Her voice was deep, but it wasn't quite a man's voice either. Oh, please go away-please go away. But, she didn't. Instead, she descended the steps. I tried to shrink back, when she grabbed my ankle. "Lookie-lookie, Jillie's wearing fuck-me pumps in bed. . . How kinky." It wasn't by choice that I had the heels on, I didn't even think about them anymore. The only time I was allowed to take them off, was when I bathed. I felt the hand move up my legs and cup my ass. Then it moved towards the crotch and paused at the belt. She jerked the sheet off of my body. I was only covered by the pillow over my head and a see-through nightie. "Kinkier and Kinkier, Jillie. Well, if I can't have that pussy, I'll have to settle for a piece of that ass." I felt strong hands lift my ass up. Then I felt her spit in my ass crack. How disgusting. A finger worked it in, which was withdrawn and replaced by two. I thought I would hate it, but instead I found it rather enjoyable. "Aw, listen to my little rich bitch moan. She wants it up the ass doesn't she?" Was I moaning? I probably was, after not having any sexual release in over a month. She slapped my ass. Hard. "I said, doesn't she?" I moaned loudly. It was the only thing I could think to do. It was so dark, she couldn't see me well enough to know that I wasn't Jill, but if she heard my voice, I would surely be given away. "I bet you do, slut," she said, jamming the head of her plastic cock against my tightly clenched virgin rosebud. I cried out in pain. "Oh, you've never done this before, have you? I thought you had from the get-up. Just relax your ass for me and daddy will take good care of you." I heard her spit again, but I was thankful for the extra lubrication. I relaxed my ass as best I could and she slowly pressed it home until the full length was embedded in me. She called me little pet names and stroked my back as I accepted it. Then, she slowly began to fuck me with it. As I grew accustomed to it, she picked up the pace. Her language changed. She called me a high class slut and her rich ass whore, while she spanked my ass. I was beyond caring at that point. I felt a molten heat coursing through my loins. I was going to cum. It was just then that she decided to pull out of my ass. She teased me with the tip, poking it in my little hole, but not enough to finish me off. "That's right moan for me bitch. You should have let me do this a long time ago." I couldn't help but moan. I needed to cum and my cock hurt inside the tight sheath of the chastity belt. "Who's your daddy, little rich girl? Huh ass whore? Who's your daddy?" My body betrayed me. I needed to cum more than anything. "You are-ugh, you're my daddy," I moaned, raising myself onto all fours and thrusting back into her, filling my ass with her dildo. "Who the fuck?" She pushed me off of her. I turned back around and then reality set in. Did she know who I was? What was she going to do if she knew? My gaze fell to the large dildo she wore between her legs. God, how had that huge thing fit inside of me? She saw my stares and quickly put it back inside her pants. She blushed from embarrassment. "Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in here?" she demanded. I froze up inside, unable to answer. Instead, I fled the basement and her. I ran up to the only safe place I could think of - my old bedroom. As I burst in, I ran into my wife coming out of the bathroom and drying her hair. I cringed behind her, with Alex following close behind. "Damnit, don't make me chase you bitch- oh," Alex said, upon seeing Jill. "Jill, would you mind telling me who you have in the basement?" "Sweetie, I told you I was thinking about getting a maid." Jill, pushed me in front of her. "Alex, may I present Barbi, our new maid." She spanked me on the ass. "Have you forgotten your manners *girl*?" "No, Mistress." I curtseyed as I had been trained, bringing the small nightie up to my waist. "A pleasure to meet you Alex." This was the first time I had gotten a good look at the woman who had stolen my wife. She had very short brown hair and her body could be best described as thick, not really fat, just thick. The same could be said for her face. There were no rolls of fat, but it was square shaped and the same width as her neck. For, the life of me, I couldn't see what my wife found attractive about this person. "Sorry about that down there Barbi, I thought you were Jill." Alex looked over at Jill and blushed again. "You should have said something." My wife raised the back of my nightie up and poked her finger in my loosened rear. "I see. Barbi, why didn't you tell Master Alex who you were?" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Ugh-scared I guess." My wife sat down on the bed. "Over my lap Barbi. You can't be getting into this kind of mischief in my house." I looked up in horror. She couldn't expect to spank me in front of Alex, could she? Her eyes told me she could. I placed myself over her legs. "Give me your belt Alex," Jill said, exposing my ass. "It's alright Jill. It was an honest mistake. Besides, you can't honestly expect to *whip* her," Alex stated, yet I could hear the sound of her belt being unbuckled. "Oh, yes I can. You see Barbi is submissive and she gets off on being dominated. In return, she gives me a really good deal on her services." She strapped me with the belt to emphasize he point. "Isn't that right, Barbi?" "Ow-yes, Mistress." "And I intend on getting a very good deal on the services rendered." With that my wife gave my ass a beating, all while Alex watched. I held back for as long as I could, trying to salvage what pride I could in front of my wife's lover, but eventually she broke me down. I kicked my legs, squealed, cried, and blubbered, as my ass was covered with stripes. I was thoroughly broken and humiliated by the time the ordeal was over. Finally, the blows stopped. "Now, go get yourself cleaned up and in uniform . . . the one in your closet. Then make us a nice fruit bowl for breakfast." As I left the room, I heard Jill clear her throat. Shit, I almost forgot. I turned and curtseyed. "Thank you Mistress." The show had obviously turned on my wife as well as Alex, judging by the way their hands traveled over one another. "Oh, and Barbi, I think we will take breakfast in bed." "Yes, Mistress," I said, curtseyed again and then left. My hands traveled over my throbbing ass to rub the pain out of the raised ridges left by the belt. I went down to my room, washed the tears from my eyes, and made my face up. Then I put on the maid outfit in the closet. I was pleased when I noticed this one didn't expose the cheeks of my ass. I hurried to the kitchen and cut up some fruit and knocked on the bedroom door. "Mistress, I have the fruit." "Ah-well, bring it in girl." I opened the door and almost stumbled when I saw the sight in front of me. They were on the bed-our bed, making love. I could see Alex's hips thrust and my wife's legs wrapped around her back, beneath the sheets. Keeping my eyes averted from them, I walked over and placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand. "Fuck Alex, you've got me so hot I'm going to cum like crazy. Goddamn, I'm hot." I couldn't help but look at my wife biting Alex's shoulder. She was drenched with sweat. I was jealous. Not just of my wife, but the pleasure she was receiving. I hurried to get out of the room. "Hot-hot-it's too goddamn hot. Did I say you could leave Barbi-doll? Oh baby, you're fucking me so good Alex-right there. Work it right there. Ugh- Barbi, turn the fan on and pull down the sheet, I'm burning up here-ah." How much more humiliation was I going to have to endure? One thing was for sure: there was no way Alex was going to mistake me for a jealous husband. I did as I was asked, trying not to watch or disturb them while I did. The worst part was uncovering them. I had always fantasized about my wife and another woman, but not like this. Not watching a mannish woman fuck my wife while I was unable to do anything but watch. "You want it you high-class bitch. You want me to fuck you with it?" Alex demanded. "Oh God yes! Fuck me with that big cock!" my wife said, as she placed her feet over Alex's shoulders. Then Alex leaned forward, lifting my wife's ass off the bed, and began plowing into her pussy. Unfortunately for me, I could see every stroke and hear every wet smack. Jill cried and squealed as she came, with her fingernails digging into Alex's back. I stood to the side, trying to appear disinterested and not let my frustration and jealousy show. "Get off of me, lover." Jill pushed Alex off, now that she was contented. "Barbi-doll, go get us two towels and dampen them with cold water." I went to the master bath and did as my wife requested. I heard Alex whisper as I left. "Are you sure it's okay for her to be in here like this? While we are making love?" "Awww, don't mind her. She's just the maid. Besides, do you see the way she flushes? She loves it? Barbi, where the fuck is my towel? Get in here you little dim-wit." I hurried back with the towels, handing one to my wife. She made no effort to take it. "What are you waiting for? Wipe me down." "Yes, Mistress." I then had to bathe the sweaty body my wife while she lay in bed. The air was heavy with the musky scent of sex. I even had to sponge off my wife's well-used cunt. When it was over, I went to get up. "Aren't you forgetting someone?" Jill asked. Surely she couldn't expect me to do Alex as well? "It's okay. I'll just grab a shower," Alex said. "Oh Alex, you'll disappoint Barbi if you do that," Jill said, then turned to me and glared. "Go on. Ask Master Alex if you can wash him." Just great. Now, she expected my to call her dyke lover Master. "P-Please Master Alex. May I wash you?" I was mortified and completely humiliated at having to ask permission to serve the mannish woman. "Go for it," she said. I bent down to do the awful task. The butch dyke didn't even shave her armpits. I cleaned her though, even cleaned the dildo that had violated my ass and my wife's sex. Jill took particular delight in twisting the knife in my gut. "Isn't Alex so strong? Doesn't Alex have a magnificent cock? Have you ever seen one so large?" "Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress." Of course I haven't bitch, but I could buy one just as big as if I wanted to. God, I hated that smug little bitch and her bull dyke lover. This had to be the bottom. Please don't let it get any worse than this. *** Have you ever noticed that just when you think you've hit rock bottom, you find that there was a basement or a subterranean cavern. Well, just when I thought it surely couldn't get any worse, I soon found out how wrong I was. "Barbi-girl, I wanted to tell you, you've been doing a wonderful job," Jill said. Of course I had. Not only was I a full-time maid, and kept the house spotless, but I became a permanent fixture in their bedroom. One day she even had me moisten Alex's dildo with my mouth before Alex fucked her. Other times, I would be required to hold a leg here or there or massage a cramp. If I failed to do as asked, I was whipped. Refusal meant getting shocked as soon as Alex left the house. I quickly learned not to refuse. "But, I've been worried about your little secret. I think Alex is beginning to suspect something with your little belt," she said, before continuing ominously. "I think it's time to take more permanent measures." "No, you can't!" I screamed, running for the door. She shocked me, the force of which dropped me to the floor and emptied my stomach. "Stupid bitch. I can do anything I want. Haven't you learned that yet?" She shocked me again and I passed out. When I woke up, I was so cold, I thought I was dead. It turned out I was in a bathtub of freezing water and ice. "Raise up for me now, Barbi-doll." I somehow willed my pelvis up. I was shocked at the sight. My balls were gone, and my penis was only a tiny little stump. She quickly dried my crotch, applied super glue around my crotch area, pressed on my tiny cock and pulled the skin together around it. When she let go, my cock had disappeared. In its place was a small slit. "Well, that takes care of that." Jill tussled my hair and helped me out of the tub. "Go on, test it out. Let me see you use the bathroom." I sat down on the toilet and when I released, water gushed from the tiny slit she created. I knew that from now on, I would be sitting whenever I wanted to use the bathroom. While I shook and shivered, she inspected the rest of me. She nodded and seemed satisfied, until she came to the fake breasts, she had glued to my chest. I usually hid the seams with makeup so they appeared almost real. However, the water had washed it away and my skin now had a bluish tinge. "Now let's see how these are coming along," she said. Then, she applied a solvent and removed them. I was shocked to see what waited underneath. I had breasts! What had she done to me? Then I realized the pills she had been feeding me. "Hmmmm, these are cute. A little small, but definitely breasts." My nipples were painfully hard from the cold. She pinched one, causing me to squeal. She laughed, pleased with the results. She helped me stand and led me to a mirror. I was naked, without make-up, and appeared to be a girl. "Barbi-Barbi, are you a girl or a boy?" my wife asked. "I'm a girl, Mistress." I answered the question as I always had. Before, I knew for sure I was still a man -- still her husband underneath the clothes and makeup. But, now I wasn't so sure. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I searched the image for some trace. Any trace of my former self. However, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see Will in the mirror anymore, only Barbi. "I put your controller inside of you with your little clittie. I'm not sure what the results would be if I were to have to use it. Would you like for me to test it?" She said, pulling out the remote in warning. I fell to my knees. "Please don't, Mistress," I begged. "Then you better start begging girl," she said, glancing down at her crotch. I lowered her panties and lightly kissed her sex. "Please, Mistress." She was very wet. I kissed her thick lips. She turned around and leaned forward. "Keep begging." I kissed each of her cheeks. She reached her hands back and spread them. "I said beg you little twit." Having no choice, I kissed her puckered ring for the first time. She appeared clean, but I could still smell the aroma of her ass. "Please, Mistress," I begged. I steeled myself and licked her there. "Mmmmm, I can tell by the way you're moaning; you love this slut. Well, don't you worry, there is plenty more where this came from," Jill said. "Work that tongue in there Barbi-girl, tongue fuck my ass." I couldn't help moaning. The more aroused I got, the more my penis hurt inside my new slit. I slipped my tongue past her tight ring and worshiped her ass. I snuck my fingers into her sex. She came twice before she let me up. My life got a little worse after that day. I went without panties most of the time and each curtsey emasculated me a little more. Alex took more of an interest in me, to my dismay. She would touch me inappropriately. The worst was when she talked to me, especially, when she asked about my life. I was always so scared I would give away my secret; I know I must have sounded like a simpering idiot. Jill was spending less and less time inside the house. I was left alone with Alex, which always scared me. While I was dusting in the living room, she came up behind me and placed her arms to either side of me, trapping me. "You look nice today, Barbi." "Thank you, Master Alex," I said, curtseying and blushing. My blush was a little redder than normal today, because I had not been allowed to wear panties. In the mirror, I could see Alex's eyes fastened onto my little slit. She was wearing sweatpants and I could feel the outline of her dildo against my ass, when I raised and lowered in my curtsey. "Your nails look nice, is that a new color?" "It's Berry Red. It's different, but not new." I curtseyed again. This time Alex was closer, grinding against me. I was unable to lower my skirt due to her closeness. "Your eyes are very pretty, Barbi." "Thank you, Master Alex." I curtseyed again. I could feel myself flush with arousal. I felt her pull the uniform from over my head. I knew I should try to stop her somehow. Her hands grabbed my small breasts and fondled my hard nipples. "Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful breasts, little Barbi?" I looked down and blushed. My nipples were erect. "Jill says they are too small. She thinks I should have implants." She pinched them, causing me to moan. "Don't ever do that Barbi, they are wonderful." Her hands traveled down my stomach, and she tried to touch my slit. I grabbed her hand and jerked it away, lest she discover my secret. "Please don't." "Sorry," she said, pulling away. I should have just let her go, but my body refused to let go of her hand. I don't know what possessed me. Maybe it was going without sex for over three months now, maybe it was the hormones Jill must have assuredly been feeding me or maybe it was having someone who was kind to me. "Wait," I said. I still don't know what possessed me, but I pulled her finger to my mouth and sucked on it. Then I leaned forward and guided her hand to my ass. "Is this what you want? Is this where you want it?" "Yes. Please, Alex - I mean Master Alex." Her finger probed my opening. It felt just as wonderful as I remembered when she mistook me for my wife in the basement. She tried to use her dildo, but it was too big and I was too dry. She could tell I was growing increasingly frustrated. She tried to lead me to the bedroom. "No, not there." There were too many bad memories in that bedroom. I pulled her with me - downstairs to the basement. I slid into bed on all fours. Using a bottle of lotion, she lubricated my ass, opening me with her fingers. She pulled them back and I felt the head of her cock at my back entrance. "Wait," I said. "Talk to me like before." "You're gorgeous, Barbi. Perfect." "No, not like upstairs. Like before." God, I wasn't even a woman anymore. I was turning into such a slut. "What is it Barbi? Tell me what you want me to do." "Talk dirty to me and fuck me. Fuck me in the ass." "Are you gonna be my ass-whore? My little slut serving girl?" Alex said, falling easily into her role. "Yes, Master Alex. Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass!" She entered me and I pushed back, burying her dildo in my ass in one stroke. I felt like I had been split in two, but it felt good. I felt full. "Take it slut," Alex said, slapping my ass in time with her strokes. I cried, I grunted, I moaned, and then I felt the feeling again from before. My body grew hot and I could feel the pleasure grip. I came for the first time in months. I reached my hand down and cupped my slit, catching the evidence and then disposing of it. "God, you are wonderful," Alex said, massaging my shoulders. "Jill doesn't do that, have you noticed. You've had to. She just lays there." I knew Alex was right. That was the way she did when we were married and that was the way she was with me now. Hmmm, actually even though we were still married on paper; I didn't even think of her as my wife anymore. *** Later that night, I was awoken by someone shaking my shoulder. "Alex?" I mumbled. "No, Barbi, it's just me, you cheating little whore," Jill said. "Mistress? I'm sorry Mistress," I gushed, beginning to sob. "Shush, Barbi. I couldn't expect a little dim-witted slut like you to keep her legs closed. You can entertain Alex all you want, as long as you perform the rest of your duties." I felt her crawling over me. Then her skirt settled over my face. "Now get busy with your duties." I knew my duties well having performed them at least twice a day, for the last several months. I knew her different flavors by heart, even the strong scent of her monthlies. This time, I caught a different flavor, a bitter taste, much like my own before I became Jill. She was cheating again. Not just on me, but on Alex as well. She was cheating with another man. She caught my hesitation. "You know Barbi, sometimes a woman needs a man. A warm cock to pump her full of semen. Sometimes, a talented mouth or cold dildo just doesn't cut it." I felt a fleeting jealousy and betrayal, but what could I do? My cock was hidden away inside of me. It was useless. I was only a mouth to her. "This is going to be our little secret okay?" Then she settled down on my face. I pleasured her as I always had. She grunted and flexed her hips three times, signaling her orgasm. She sat on my face, while it faded, then she simply got up and left. Things actually got better for me after that. Whenever, Alex began to ask too many personal questions, I would press her hand under the back of my skirt. A simple "I need you," would shut her up. Jill was around less often . . . probably with her new lover. I didn't care, it meant less whippings. Which was good for me. She always seemed to come home with a cunt full of cum, but I had grown used to it. However, I never grew used to the things she told me while I service her. "Oh Barbi-girl, I have a present for you," she would taunt in a sing-song voice. "My poor cunny is full of cum and we can't let Alex find out, can we? That's it baby. Suck it all out of me. Yes, I know there is a lot in there. He had the biggest balls. You should have heard the way they slapped against me. I've got a load in my ass too for you too, when you are finished there." After I serviced her, and that was what it was too . . . servicing. She never once touched me for pleasure. After she came, she got up to leave as usual. "Mistress?" I asked before she left. "Yes, Barbi-girl." "Are you sure Alex would kill me?" I asked. It was something I had found myself contemplating more and more lately. "Bitch!" she accused. She picked up the crop and spanked me like never before. She spanked my ass, my thighs, my tiny slit, even my newly formed breasts. "Stupid cunt. You even think like a pussy now. Well, I'll show you what happens to stupid bitches that think too much." I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, after I served breakfast, I couldn't even bear to sit down in the chair. "Alex," my wife said smugly, giving me a knowing glance. "What would you do if you ran into my husband?" Alex's hand clenched so hard her knuckles turned white. "I would slit his throat and stick his balls down the hole." Jill patted Alex's hand. "Well, he's gone forever now, so we won't have to worry about that. Barbi, honey, pick up the bowl you dropped and throw the pieces away before someone gets cut." "Yes, Mistress," I said, still shaking in fear. "Alex, do you mind if I take Barbi with me today?" Alex looked over at me. It was clear she didn't want me to go, but she shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess." *** Later that day, my wife took me to the beauty salon and I got a new hairstyle. My bangs were swept to the front, framing my face and my bob was made even more dramatic. "I need to get her lips done," my wife said. "and do you do piercing here, as well?" "Yes, we do, and electrolysis too." "Maybe next time, but I want her to have a tongue stud today." The beautician stared at me, curious that I didn't say anything. Then she gave a knowing smirk and set back to work. My lips were injected with something that stung like mad. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed they were twice the normal size. Then, another girl was called from the back. She unwrapped a long needle and asked me to stick my tongue out. She jabbed the needle through my tongue and filled the hole with a ball stud. When we got back in the car, I flipped the visor down and touched my tender lips. "What do men call lips like that Barbi?" my wife asked. I tried to keep myself from crying, but I was unsuccessful. "C-Cockthuther lisp, Mithwess." Dear God, I couldn't even speak. She had persuaded me. I would never ask about Alex again or second guess my wife. However, she wasn't finished. She took me to a hotel room and had me strip her and then had me strip down to my stockings. "Ha-ha, you even sound like a cocksucker now." She laid on the bed and spread her legs lewdly. "I want to test that tongue stud out slut." I ate her, while she played with my hair. However, she wouldn't let me make her cum. Every time she got close, she would pull my head back. "No slut, just keep me ready," Jill said. There was a knock on the door. "Get it slut. No, don't put anything else on," she said. "Yeth, Mithwess." I curtseyed. I opened the door, using it to shield my naked body. It was a young man. He appeared to be young, about my age. "Oh good, it's Mark," Jill said. "Ask him in stupid." I cringed at the thought of someone else being in on my secret, but I had no choice in the matter. I curtseyed as I had been taught. "Pwease come in Mather Mahk." "She talks funny," Mark said, laughing at my efforts to talk. "Is she a retard or something?" Asshole! Let's see how you would talk after your lips were blown up like balloons and your tongue pierced. "That's just the way she talks. I kind of like it. I think it's cute." Mark entered the room and walked around me, inspecting me. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "What is she, some kind of slave?" "Oh yes," my wife said. "Go on stupid. Undress him." With shaking hands, I removed his clothes and folded them up on the chair. "You're taking too long slut. I've dried out now. Get him nice and wet for me." I couldn't believe my ears. It was one thing to do this for Alex, but quite another for a real man. I looked over at her to plead with her, but her eyes didn't waver. She held the remote in her hand as a warning. I dropped to my knees. I looked up frightfully at his already aroused cock. I licked it, lubricating it for her. "Put it in your mouth stupid," Jill said. God, I hated that bitch. I opened my mouth and tried to wrap my lips around his cock. Alex's was much larger, but after the collagen injections this one felt huge. I moaned as it pushed against my swollen lips. "Fuck this bitch is hot. I've never seen lips like that. Listen to her moan. Go ahead and moan baby." Mark put his hand behind my head and fucked my face. "Don't you dare waste that on her, Mark. Come here and put that cock in my pussy," Jill said. Mark reluctantly pulled out of my mouth and walked over to the bed. He got between my wife's thighs, but she stopped him. "Come here stupid and place that big cock inside of me," Jill said. I was mortified. I got on the bed and pointed Mark's shiny cock at my wife's very aroused sex. I pushed his hips forward with my other hand, until he was fully in her. "Un-fucking-real," Mark said incredulously. "She does everything you say." "Oh yes, she loves me, but she knows I need cock. Come on Barbi-slut. Help Mark fuck me. That's a girl. Show him what I like." I was slightly in a daze, but I did it. I pushed him in and out of her. I showed him how to lean back, so that his cock hit the top of her sex, like she wanted. I licked her clit while he fucked her. When he came, my wife ordered me to squeeze his balls, so that his cum would empty into her. "Now this is Barbi's favorite part," Jill said, her legs still lewdly spread. "Come on dear, get your present." "No-fucking-way," Mark said, while I bent to perform my disgusting task. I lapped and sucked their combined fluids out of her swollen. My lips and pierced tongue ached, but I was still able to make her orgasm. "Tank, yew Mithwess," I said afterwards. Mark was sitting in a chair, staring openmouthed at me. "Can she do me Jill? I need me some cleaning too." he grinned. I looked down in horror at his softened cock. Jill caught the look of fear in my eyes and smiled. "Yes, sweetie, she would love to. Besides, I think I've had enough cock for awhile. Go on slut, you know what to do." I couldn't believe she would make me do this. In all our time together, she had never sucked my cock. I got out of bed and knelt between his thighs. "Say, please, Master Mark." Jill said. I burned with humiliation, my eyes fixed to the floor. "Pwease, Masther Mahk." "Do me slut." I bent to take it in my mouth. "No, retard. Lick it first, like a lollipop," Mark said. What an asshole; what could she see in this jerk? I began the disgusting task of cleaning his cock. "The balls too." I licked his sweaty hairy balls, surrendering whatever pride I had left. To my horror, I watched as his cock began to swell and bob up against his stomach. "Take it between those cocksucker lips, slut," he ordered. I took his member in my mouth, and he pushed on the back of my head until it was down my throat. "God, this is one hot bitch. Those lips and that tongue are driving me crazy." He grabbed my hair and pushed me up and down his shaft with increasing speed. My breath came raggedly out of my nose. "Move her hair out of the way. I want to get a close- up of this," Jill said. I looked over in horror at the camera Jill had pointed at my face. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt his cock swell on my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow the semen coursing down my throat. The flashes from the camera cut me to my soul. *** As we drove home that night, I looked out the window at the night sky. I touched my swollen lips, wincing at the pain. After we left the hotel room, we went shopping and then to a movie. Mistress had given me a new name. Cocksucker. "Hey, Cocksucker, get out your pictures. I want to look at them again." I got out the pictures she had taken while I sucked Mark's cock and handed them to her. After we left the hotel room, she took me to the one-hour photo shop. "If you are tempted to run off slut, take a moment and think about it before you do. Here you are dressed as a slut with a pack of condoms in your pocket book. Anyone who sees you will think you're a whore. You would end up in jail as a bitch to whoever has the most cigarettes." She was right. I was totally under her control even when she wasn't there. She left to go shopping, while I stood there waiting for the photos to be processed. The employees at the store had a lot of laughs at my expense. To my dismay, I watched while they passed my pictures around, giggling and pointing at me. During this time the line at the counter had grown quite long. Then, the young man took my photos to the front and opened up the pack. He flipped through them in front of everyone until he came to a picture of me licking a strand of cum that was stuck to my lips. "You had a bad case of red-eye on this one, but we were able to clean it up." "Thank you. Can I just pay for them now," I said, blushing in humiliation. "Sure. Are you sure you wouldn't like one of these pictures put on a mug or a t-shirt?" I heard several sniggers behind me. "No thanks. I just want to pay for them *now*." I paid for the pictures, leaving another piece of my dignity at the camera shop. I wondered how much I had left. The worst part was telling my wife every sordid detail of the affair afterwards. "Hey cocksucker, I kind of like this picture here where his knob is just in your mouth. You look so cute like that. Tomorrow, I'm going to take you back to the photo shop, so you can get a t-shirt with this on it." Thanks bitch. Thanks for giving me something to look forward to. Thankfully, she was tired and when we arrived home, I was able to go straight to bed. I cried for a few minutes, but I was too tired to cry for long. I awoke that night when the lights in the basement were cut on. I heard someone coming down the steps. Then the lights were went back off and I felt someone got into bed with me. "Alex?" The light kisses at my neck were the answer to my question. "Where do you want it, my little ass whore?" she asked. "Shhh-don't talk tonight. Just make love to me." I grabbed her cock and positioned it at my entrance. She spooned behind me and made love to me. I didn't cum, but I faked it. It just felt good to have someone close to me. I wondered how someone who treated me so nice; could hate someone the way she hated Will. I wondered how someone who supposedly loved me like my wife, didn't seem to care at all when she took the pleasure I gave or when she was giving me pain. It made me think of something that had been at the back of my mind for awhile. I rolled over on top of Alex, straddling her with my legs and resting my head on her chest. "Alex, when you are with me, do you cum?" She hugged me tightly, but waited a while before she answered. "You're the best Barbi. You give me all the pleasure I need." Then she kissed me. I felt her hands moving up and down my bottom. This was a game I played before. She wasn't getting out of it that easy. "But, do you cum?" She stopped caressing me and took too long to answer. "Of course." I slid down her body, kissing her skin around the straps that attached her dildo. I began sliding them down her hips. She caught my hands. "Please Barb. I don't like it like that . . . not since I was-" "Shhh," I kissed the top of her curly hair, inhaling her musky aroma. "I want to suck your cock." Though she held my hands, I worked it down further with my mouth. I kissed her swollen clit. "Are you going to make me beg for it? I will you know. I'll beg for it," I pleaded. "Please Alex, let me suck your cock. I need it." She moaned, letting my hands go. I pulled the harness off. Then, I kissed my way back up her thighs, but she kept her sex covered with her hands. I sucked a finger as if it were a cock. I could feel her resistance waning. "I'm a cocksucking slut. I need your dick in my mouth. Please?" Her hands fell away and I sucked her clit in my mouth as if it were a dick. I pulled my mouth off with a loud smack. "God, you're so big and hard Alex. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth." She cradled my mouth back to her clit with a loud moan. The swelling in my lips became a vague memory, as her cries grew louder and louder. I made her cum probably for the first time ever. Afterwards, she cradled me to her chest. "I love you Barbi," she said. Then she turned on the table lamp. When she looked at me, the shock was written on her face. I remembered my swollen lips, hid them in her chest and began to sob. I was afraid she wouldn't like me, now that I looked like a comical freak . . . a human blow-up doll. "What the fuck happened. Who hit you? Has Jill started back up with that wife-beater Will again? If he's done this to you, I will kill him . . . and then I'll kill her." I cried even harder. "Nobody hit me. It's just collagen injections. I-I never beat Jill. I never beat anyone," I sobbed. Alex rolled me off of her and looked into my eyes. "What did you say?" "I-I never beat her - never." It was out now. She knew that I was Will. "Please Alex, please don't hurt me." "It's impossible. You can't be a man. I've seen you without your clothes on," she stammered, eying my body. It was too late now. Besides, I just wanted the lies to be over. I spread my legs and brought her finger to my slit. "Be careful - please." She gently investigated it. She found that there was nothing inside, it was just skin fused tightly together. "Unbelievable. Why? Why did you do this?" I sobbed hysterically and blabbed it all out -- every sordid detail. Alex listened to the story, growing madder and madder as I told my sick tale. "I fucking kill her. I'll kill the bitch myself," Alex said at the end. But she didn't kill her. The marriage is over and I got a very generous settlement. Alex stood beside me in the courtroom as a gentle reminder to Jill. It didn't hurt that we had stolen the video tapes Jill had made of my transformation. There was enough incriminating evidence to get her sent away for a very long time. The settlement was very generous. After the trial, Alex kissed me on the cheek. "If you ever can forgive me, I would like to be your friend." It had been awhile since I had seen Alex. I had spent the time before the trial by myself, because I had a lot to think about. I hooked my arm inside of hers and led her into the hall. "Come here. I've got something to show you." I took her to the ladies room and locked the door to the stall. She looked at me questioningly and slightly afraid. I reached for her belt and began to unfasten it. She pulled my hands away. "Are you going to make me beg? I will you know," I said. I took hold of the hem of my tight black dress and pulled it over my head. Alex's eyes fastened onto my body. I took off the heels I was wearing and stood before Alex totally nude. It was my turn to be afraid, but I had to find out the truth. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Yes," Alex breathed. She stared at my breasts, but her eyes avoided my slit. Yes, I still kept it tucked up. Maybe it was because it had been inside of me for so long maybe it was the hormones Jill had given me and I still took, but I no longer grew hard. "Are you afraid to look at it, because I'm a freak?" I asked. "No," Alex grabbed me and pushed me against the stall. She manhandled me, lifted my leg up and placed it on the tissue dispenser, lewdly spreading my legs. Then, she knelt down between them and lovingly kissed my slit. I felt her tongue work in the grove and tease the head of my penis within. My legs grow weak under her attentions. She stood up and kissed me hard, forcing her tongue in my mouth. I could feel the bulge in her pants, as she ground against me. She unzippe