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Girlfriend's Gambit, Part II: Sian's Revenge I. Home At home there were two messages waiting. I had managed to get home without further incident, and also managed to get into my shared flat without being seen. All my roommates were out at class. I was looking forward to getting out of these clothes, making myself look male again. At least, that's what I told myself. The excitement at being out dressed as a girl had been intensely erotic and I'd been hard in the bikini bottoms all the way home. I would get changed, but not just yet. I flopped onto my bed and pushed the button on my machine. The first was from my girlfriend. "Hi it's me. Where were you last night? Weren't we going to meet for a drink? Or was that tonight? Well I was there for a while. I may have screwed up, but in any case, tonight's free too. See you at the union at about eight okay?" "Shit!" I thought to myself. I'd been supposed to meet Tanya. And now I had a new conflict tonight. My thought train was interrupted by the second message. "Hi Sian! Suzi here. Just checking you got home okay. I wanted to let you know that you should probably check email. See you at seven. Don't forget to be ready to get dressed. Bye!" I got up to go to the computer, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrored closet door. I should probably change, I thought, but something told me to check email first. I was still looking pretty good, and seeing my image caused an increase in the excitement that had been pending throughout my journey. I imagined again being out dressed this way - and I hadn't even had all my gear to choose from! It was a cobbled together outfit. I can do better than that. Before I knew it I was hunting through my suitcase of clothes. I had mainly clothes that one might find in a hooker's closet, very slutty, short skirts and mini dresses, hot pants and very high heels, fishnet, Lycra and PVC, fetish costumes etc. but I also had a few more demure items, which frankly didn't get much use. I pulled out my brown suede skirt, which came to just above the knee, though a split front and back might offer a glimpse of stocking top if one chose to sit the wrong way. I also grabbed a beige peasant top and a couple of wigs. I shed the sandals and the Capri pants and unbuttoned the blouse. My enhancers needed a quick bit of realignment, but other than that they were fine. I slipped off the bikini bottoms, my newly enhanced erection springing free. As usual, I took time out to caress and stroke myself as I changed. I slipped on a pair of mesh panties, black but completely see through (my demure items did not extend to any sensible panties), and rolled some extremely sheer nude stay up stockings onto my legs. This was the first time I'd donned hosiery since my transformation in Suzi's bathroom last night, and the intensely erotic feel of the material against my shaven legs took my breath away. I was so excited that my caresses almost went too far, and after the near orgasm had subsided my cock-clitty had oozed a few drops of pre-cum that dripped onto my thigh above the stocking tops. Calming myself down, and after quickly removing the offending drops from my smooth silky thigh with a tissue, I resumed my dressing. The top was a little of a problem. It was filmy enough to allow my underwear, the tightly laced corset, to show a little. Deciding that I didn't want to look like a complete frump, it was acceptably sexy, rather than slutty, and I pulled the skirt on. It felt good, slightly tight around my butt and slightly restraining of my leg movements, despite the slits. I wasn't really used to this, of course, was because I was far more used to the minimal constraints of micro length skirts and hot pants; this was about the longest thing I had to wear. My 'slightly slutty' mood continued as I considered footwear. The sandals were just too low, and so I went with my favorite knee length boots. I adjusted quickly to walking in heels again. My feet protested (they were a little sore from last night's extended session), but it appeared that another outcome was that my balance had improved. Cool. The boots had six-inch heels, but were quite comfortable because they had a platform, and fitted me better then all my other pairs. I had taken off the black bob wig in getting dressed, and now chose another. The blond-brown blunt cut bob with no bangs won the vote, because with my dramatic new shaped eyebrows, instead of the thicker dark ones I had left the house with the night before, it looked better than it ever had. I had surpassed myself. My new smooth body went so well with these clothes. I had a new look, and of course my hardness burned in my panties and pushed against the front of the suede skirt. In my aroused state the bulge did not bother me. It was partly that subtle 'sense' of boy beneath the pretty girl that now excited me so much when I dressed, but it would have to be seen to when I went back out. I knew there were ways to deal with it, learned from the occasional browsing of 'how to' tranny sites. Maybe I would take a look and remind myself? But since when had I decided I would be going out again like this? The thought occurred suddenly. I had come home to change out of all this, be my male self again and think of an escape. But now I found myself newly dolled up, planning my next trip? Nevertheless, some minutes later I found myself sitting at my console, the suede skirt slightly hitched up, reading up on how to hide that tell-tale sign. My connection was pretty slow, being dial-up, and so I had managed to resist clicking to my favorite tranny sites. These were mainly sites listing links to other 'girls', a few favorite individual trannies with amazing photos, ranging from the sedate to the sexy, from the pretty to the provocative, and from g- through r- to x-rated. The slow connection made the process frustrating, and I would often surf for hours in search of my excitement. I recalled Suzi's message, and checked email. Her message was short and to the point: Sian, Remember not to be late tonight. We're expecting guests at 7.30pm, so make sure that you are ready to serve by then. I won't have time to help you with your make-up, so make sure you practice before then. We've found you a lovely uniform, but were unable to find suitable shoes. Please bring something appropriate. Jason loves high heels, and you wouldn't want him to lose interest in you now would you? I've attached a picture of the kind of thing you'll need. till later, Suzi x P.S. I'm sure you are no stranger to tranny porn, but I thought you might want to take a look at this new site I found - it's pay per view - but each 'girl' has a preview pic: don't say I never do anything for you! S x There was a link at the bottom of her message, and an attachment. I opened the attachment to behold a picture of a sexy 'latex maid'. The shoes were pure fetish - regular stiletto heels in patent black leather. The heels must have been six inches and they had no platform, which would make them almost impossible to walk in, let alone do the kind of chores I had been doing last night. Oh well, I thought, at least I get to buy new shoes. The link was to a site called "Sexy amateur trannies". I had not heard of it before, though I was a veteran surfer, and my curiosity was piqued. I clicked on the link. I barely had time to take in the site - it was laid out in the usual kind of format - when my attention flew to a thumbnail next to a link called 'new girl previews'. The image was small, but terrifyingly familiar. With my stomach doing flips, but with excitement and anticipation, and blood rushing to my face and stirring me between my legs once again, I clicked on the image, already knowing what I would be seeing. It was a shot from last night, again taken during my posing on the couch, and featured my coquettish smile, head slightly tilted, as I pushed my hands against my thighs, accentuating the way the material of the shiny dance tights displayed the outline of my bulging cock. The title of the page announced that "New girl Sian wants you to see what she's hiding in her pantyhose! Click her clitty to see more!" A moan escaped my lips, responding almost involuntarily to the erotic image. But as well as the sexual rush that ran through me, so my mind began racing. I'm featured on a tranny porn site! Who might see? How explicit were the photos that Suzi had sent? How many more were there? And were there pics from later that night, when I had been dressed much more explicitly as a sissy boy-girl? Someone might surely recognize me! With my skirt hitched up, and because of the middle split, I had easy access to my bulging member, now straining visibly within the see- through mesh of my panties. My fingers had begun unconsciously caressing its tip and underside as I looked at the picture, mind still racing with horror stories. The rush of possible discovery, as happens when one is dressed and the door latch sounds, raced around my body, intensifying the feelings between my legs. I continued to touch myself, staring at my own provocative smile as the sensations increased, and prepared for my next orgasm to overtake me. A sudden, loud, rapping at the door crashed into my world. "Hey! Mister!" The slightly accented voice was my landlord. "Are you at home, Mr. Sean?" The banging was louder, and not friendly. "You owe me two months rent you little shit". Definitely not friendly. II. Proposition I was still a little stunned, had looked quickly over my shoulder and then for a second thought about just staying quiet and waiting. But within seconds I realized that would not do. He had a key. As the sound of keys on a chain came rattling though the door, I fumbled with the mouse to close the browser down, as if being caught looking at porn was my only worry, before half standing to try and tuck my receding erection, nestled in my mesh panties, back beneath my skirt. Pulling the skirt down over my hips, I was in the process of smoothing it over the slight bulge in my abdomen as the door swung open. "You gonna pay your," Mr. Carovic stopped in his tracks, clearly not having expected the sight that greeted him. His surprise did not stop him checking me out, however, and his eyes lingered on my legs and chest as he regarded me. My stomach was back to doing flips, but this time with disgust. Mr. Carovic was over fifty, fat and balding, with incredibly bad personal hygiene. The fact that I owed him money was not the only reason to avoid him. Cracking a grin, displaying crooked and yellow teeth, he looked me up and down again. "So you Mr. Sean's girlfriend pretty? Funny, I had him pegged as a faggot". Keeping my voice quiet and hoping it would come out vaguely female, I nodded "He's not here". My voice cracked, but I was able to recreate the slightly whispery sound I had managed with the pizza boy last night. "Well you see him you tell him he gotta pay his rent this week or he's out of here. It's two months now, he knows". "I'll tell him". Looking me up and down, his grin turned into a leer. "I'll take 50 quid off for him if you put those pretty hands of yours to good use and twice that if you use your lips." He grabbed his crotch suggestively. "I won't tell him. It'll be our little secret". I felt like I was going to throw up. "I don't think so", I managed; this time my voice did not need any control to come out as a squeak. "Hmm, shame." He looked genuinely disappointed, as if her thought I might go for it. "Oh well, tell him the end of the week. That's tomorrow!" He stalked out. Sinking back to the chair I had been in, I breathed out heavily. I had passed again! I tried not to think about how I had done so clearly by assuming a look that suggested I would be prepared to blow a guy for money - 'slightly slutty' indeed - and tried to make sense of my situation. It was nearly lunchtime, and far from undressing and trying to think of a way out of my predicament, I had spent my time at home merely changing outfits and getting hot and bothered by a picture of myself that had been posted to a tranny porn site. At some point in the process I had clearly decided that I was going back out dressed - but where to? It was nearly lunchtime and so I had only about 6 hours to get back to Suzi and Jason's. Not only that, but I had to get 'appropriate' shoes for my new uniform, and somehow figure out what to do about my newly arranged date with Tanya at the student union. III. White lies I would have to get out of the date of course, and somehow I doubted that Tanya would understand that I would not be able to meet her because I would instead be busy serving drinks and who knows what else at my ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend's dinner party, tottering around on high heels and dressed in a maid's uniform. And why would I choose to do that instead of meet Tanya for a drink? Well, because if I didn't, then that same ex-girlfriend would be sending Tanya some very interesting pictures. Perhaps she would choose one of me dressed in a little black number, kneeling in front of her boyfriend with his cum dripping down my face. Or perhaps one of me standing in front of a mirror in a white chiffon faux fur trimmed baby doll dress, with short cropped pink pixie girl hair, gripping my erect baby-oil smothered cock. Yeah, that would explain it. The phone rang. I picked it up before thinking, my earring clacking on the receiver. "Hello?" There was a pause. "Uh, maybe I have the wrong number. Is Sean there?" It was Tanya. I suddenly realized I had answered in my girl voice. Shit, idiot. "Hi Tanya, it's me." I replied, back in Sean mode. "Didn't sound like you at all for a minute!" She laughed, "so I missed you yesterday, what were you up to?" "Oh, had an exam today. I was studying till late. Totally forgot about meeting up, sorry." I hated lying to her. She laughed, "Aww, never mind, It's okay. But you're done now - great! I'll come over and we can celebrate". "No!" I looked over at myself in the mirror. If she saw me like this it would be no celebration. "Sorry, no, I have some chores. I owe a ton of rent and I have to get a job today." Please buy it, please. "Oh, okay." She sounded disappointed - I felt so bad about lying, and the whole dressing with my ex-girlfriend thing. Shit, in some ways I deserved what I was getting. But right then I realized that I would have to do more - having been shaved I would not be able to see Tanya for a while, until I got myself out of this mess. I steeled myself. "I have to get my life sorted out", I began, "I don't think I did well on the test today". That was an understatement. "I need to get my shit together and get my studies back on track. Can I call you when I'm in better shape?" "Sean, are you breaking up with me?" She was always direct. "No. I just need to sort a few things out. I promise I'll call you." Would I? I didn't know when I would make it out of this mess. "Okay, take care". The phone clicked. I felt terrible. I knew she was upset - but how could I face her, dressed this way, after what had happened? I hadn't been able to tell her about my dressing - mostly because of how things had turned out with Suzi, I was terrified that she would just leave me - and now I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only way out from under Suzi's thumb was to come clean to Tanya, and possibly everyone else. My mother! God, no! But in doing so I would be risking it all. Tanya would surely freak out to think of me as a girl. I needed therapy, and despite everything else the lure of shopping for new shoes had its own special excitement. IV. New Shoes I loved shopping. And I really loved shopping for shoes. Usually, however, the experience was fraught with worry. Where could I go and be sure I'd not meet someone I knew, where might I be able to pluck up the courage to try them on rather than just buy what I thought was my size and hope for the best. Regular shoe shops were out, because my feet were just a little too big for the girls' sizes they stocked, so I usually headed for the fetish shops in Soho and Camden and browsed there. Of course, in male mode, this easily could result in me meeting people I knew hanging out at the various coffee bars and sandwich shops in the area, and I always ended up with this kind of hunted feeling every time I walked in or out of the shops. Today I was liberated. I began to forget the worry about whether I would be read in my girly outfit. I attracted looks that were quizzical and initially these worried me - what were people thinking? But after a while the worry just faded away. So some people looked at me twice, wondering. Perhaps others read me straight off, knew I was a tranny? So what? I knew I looked good, and I knew that even if I was clocked as a guy, I would very likely not be recognized as Sean. The confidence in my appearance built to a point where I had quite a strut by the time I arrived at my favorite shoe shop, 'Stiletto Heels'. I would often browse here, but being on a graduate student budget I could rarely entertain buying. I knew one or two of the staff who usually worked the store, and they tolerantly allowed me to try on shoes that they knew I probably wouldn't buy, and never appeared to judge me at all, even though they must have wondered at the awkward nervous guy who had browsed the store for weeks before ever trying on a shoe, and that only when a kindly staff member had suggested a style that might look good on him. I recalled that time fondly, how the stress had just melted away at not having to ask myself, at not having to let them know I was browsing for me, at not having realized that they already knew, and at the fact that they did not immediately laugh in my face or think me disgusting. I had even bought some boots that day - the knee-high pair I wore as I walked into the store today, all girly-and-proud-of-it. I did not know the girl who was working today, though I wished I did. She was stunning. She wore a punky Goth plaid mini skirt with fishnet pantyhose and knee-boots just like mine. On her top she wore a mesh top over a pretty uplift bra that created the most wonderful cleavage. Her hair was fair and longish, but gathered up in a sort of topknot held by a scrunchie so that it fell back to her neck. Pretty tendrils fell to frame her face on each side, a face that was so pretty and made up in a dramatic but not overbearing gothic style, with dark eyes and lips (a little like my current color), incredibly long mascara-ed lashes and hints of blush on her high cheekbones. "Hi," she said, smiling prettily, "I'm Faith. How can I help you?" "I'm Sian," I tried to speak in the same breathy voice that had appeared to fool my landlord, and felt that I failed terribly, the best I could hope for was that she thought I had a cold. "I'm going to take a look round for something special". She paused slightly, looking at me again; had she read me? If she had she gave no sign. "Well let me know if you need anything okay?" she said. "Thanks", I replied, and began to survey the racks of fabulous shoes. I knew that I was going to buy some today - I had no choice. "Nice boots by the way" Faith's voice carried a hint of amusement, and she motioned to her own pair with a smile when I turned. "Thanks," I smiled back, "you too, of course". "Well I'll let you get on, unless there's anything specific in mind?" I could hardly tell her that I needed a pair of black shoes to offset a new maid's uniform, and that though I would probably be better of with low heels since I would be serving my ex-girlfriend's dinner party all night, I was under strict instructions that the shoes should be 'appropriate', and that meant at least 5 and a half inches of heel. Instead, I just shook my head, "just browsing" I smiled again. "Okay" she returned to the counter where she sat thumbing through a magazine. Though I had not seen the title when I walked past, I could see that its pages contained glossy pictures of women in shiny latex. I guessed it might be "Skin Two", and thinking of her in such an outfit just made my attraction to her intensify. But I had a task at hand, and meandering between the two walls of exotic heels was erotic enough in itself. Not only would I buy a pair of shoes, but I would also be able to try them on, practice walking - the whole deal. I was so excited. I soon found some shoes that looked the part, and part of me was quite disappointed that I had been constrained in my choice - there were so many other styles that I would likely have picked instead. My eye was taken with a pair of heels with gladiator straps entwined up the leg to the knee, and a pair of white go-go boots a little like the ones I was wearing had my heart racing as I imagined myself strutting and swinging round a pole in a tiny white wedding lingerie ensemble, complete with virginal veil. Enough - I thought to myself as I felt myself harden in my panties at the thought. I had instructions. I picked a 'standard' pair of black heeled pumps, with a heel just shy of 6 inches, and turned to Faith. "Have you got this in a nine?" I said, trying to keep my voice breathy and high. "I'll look", she said, flashing me with another dazzling smile. She was so hot, and the stirring in my panties continued and intensified as I watched her swaying ass as she went through the curtain into the storeroom. I licked my lips unconsciously, and in doing so managed to obtain an erotic taste of my own lipstick - I had almost forgotten my own dressed state, and catching a glance at my suede skirt and booted legs, my pretty blunt blonde-brown bob wig framing my face. No matter what I did I was getting harder and more aroused, and if it carried on, I would have a bulge in the front of my skirt just in time to be trying on shoes in front of Faith. "Here they are, Sian" Faith said as she emerged from the store, "and I hope you don't mind but I picked another couple of options out for you. The ones you picked are nice, but a little boring don't you think?" her pout was gorgeous. "Ummm, okay." I did not know what else to say. "Well sit down then," she said, motioning toward a low bench, and putting the three boxes she was carrying in a stack next to herself as she kneeled in front of it. I sat, nervously smoothing my skirt over my hips and thighs to stop it riding up. My hard clitty was held tightly against my abdomen by my panties, but I was worried nevertheless that it would be obvious to someone kneeling as close as Faith was. She could literally reach out and put her hand on it from that close, and I felt exposed as I was sitting there, while Faith opened the first box, and kept my thighs clamped tightly together. "If you don't mind me asking", Faith looked a little nervous as she looked up at me, the patent shoes in the box next to her reflecting the electric light above, "but are you a dancer at the GAS Chamber?" "Umm, no," I said, feeling nervous inside, I doubted that I had been mistaken for a regular lap dancer or showgirl. "What is the Gas chamber?" She looked more nervous "sorry, I didn't mean to offend," she said, "but you do look so convincing. The GAS chamber is a new tranny fetish night held at the Hades club- GAS stands for 'girls all sexes'. Do you maybe waitress there? I'm sure I remember seeing you before." So I had been read after all, but it had been in such a flattering way. She had mistaken me for a tranny club dancer "Umm, no, I've never been there." "I'm so sorry," she looked so sweet and adorable as she looked up at me with big eyes, "I didn't mean to embarrass you". "I'm not", I said, "I can't have done a bad job if you thought I was a club dancer, so thanks for the compliment". "You're welcome," she replied, "me and my big mouth. But you know, if you haven't been yet, you should think about trying the club - you could easily get work as a waitress there if you wanted, needed some extra cash. But what am I saying, it's none of my business. I'm sorry. Let me help you with these boots and I'll shut up." She started unlacing my boots. "It's quite all right" I said, "I don't mind at all. I'd like to hear more", I thought of my failing graduate studies, my owed rent, my current predicament. "I might be looking for a new job sometime soon." I tried not to think about the feel of Faith unlacing me, the sight of her beautiful pert breasts held together under the mesh top by her uplift bra. Knowing that she knew I was a tranny made it somehow more erotic to me, and again the blood rushed to harden my cock as it nestled against my abdomen in my panties. "Do you go to the GAS lounge?" Her confidence was back now; "yes, I love it", she said. "I like latex and costumes and I've started to go occasionally with my girlfriend. It's only been open a couple of months." My boots were off now, and Faith slipped my choice of shoes onto my feet, as I tried not to let the images of her and her girlfriend in latex, combined with the feel of her strong but supple hands guiding my foot into the shapely stiletto shoe, make me cum right then and there. "Sounds fun," was all I could manage. "Well that's when I can steal her away from her boyfriend that is!" She laughed wickedly, reaching for the second shoe. "She's bi?" I asked, "does her boyfriend know about you both?" "We're both bi" she looked at me levelly, smoothing the second shoe onto my foot, "though I prefer girls." I was sure that my erection must be visible by now, my cock was aching so hard at our conversation, the feel of her hands on my feet and stockings, the sight of her cleavage and legs kneeling before me, and the sensations from my own outfit, tendrils of hair, smell of perfume, new heels pushing at the arches of my feet. "Do you have a boyfriend as well?" I could barely manage to ask the question. "No," she looked at me levelly again, "like I said, I prefer girls". The smile was spectacular and flirty, full of meaning but possibly quite innocent at the same time. "Now," she said, pushing herself up with the help of a hand on my knee that sent tingles buzzing to my groin, "let's see you walk in these. Then we can ditch them and try something better." I got to my feet, a little unsteady at first. Though the heels on these were a little shorter than my boots, there was no platform, and this made them considerably harder to manage. I felt a complete amateur for the first few steps, but I adjusted surprisingly quickly, and soon was admiring them in the mirror. "Not bad," said Faith, but what's the occasion such that you need such a standard boring shoe? Are all trannies so fixated on regular high- heeled pumps?" "No," I protested, "it's just that they are for a specific outfit." "What outfit has to have these shoes?" I paused, but what was there to lose? "Well, I'm trying a new outfit tonight, a French maid dress." "Ooooh!" Faith trilled. "Very kinky, honey. I love uniforms too. But French maids can wear any kind of black shoes sweetie, as long as they have high heels!" She opened one of the other boxes she had brought from the store to reveal a beautiful pair of heeled slingbacks. They were the same height as the heels I currently was trying, but looked much more elegant, and somehow a less obvious choice. "Surely these would work just as well for your outfit," Faith smiled up at me. "And they are a little different to the standard tranny look, no?" "They're gorgeous!" I said, already excited to try them on. "What are the other pair like?" "Well they are a more retro style," said Faith, opening the third box. "They have a chunky heel, a one inch platform and a rounded toe. Sort of Betty Page style." These too, were fantastic shoes. Indeed the latter pair I had spotted while looking for the pair I had on now. I had rejected them because I worried that buying shoes with a platform would get me in trouble with Suzi. On the other hand, the key thing, I recalled from Suzi's message, and as Faith had inadvertently commented, was that the heels were high. Both of these pairs qualified on that score. "Okay," I said quickly, perching on the bench again, which first?" "Up to you sugar," replied Faith. When had she started flirting with me so openly, I thought to myself as I let her slip the stilettos off. Whatever, it was delightful. "The slingbacks first!" I decided, and proffered my stocking-ed foot. Faith's touch was somehow even more electric as she took my foot in her hand. Was she caressing it, stroking it as she placed it in position in the exotic slingback shoe? My cock was still pressing insistently against my abdomen, trapped in my panties but quivering in delight. With the second show on, I again rose to strut a little and admire the shoe. It was somehow twice as sexy as the other - different and more exotic, and I loved it. "They're perfect!" I exclaimed. "I told you!" Faith's voice was also excited. "But wait until you've tried the others too. I have a pair like this that I wore to the GAS Chamber the first night it opened. It was an S&M night and I wore skin tight latex all over!" "I bet you looked fabulous!" I said, doing my best be as flirty as Faith was, "that thought is almost enough to make me buy them without trying them!" "You are sweet," she said, looking at me intently, with big sexy eyes. "Okay let me put them on you". Again I perched, one foot pushed forward, narrow heel along the floor with my toe pointing upward so that she could remove the shoe. But as she kneeled, she did so right over my ankle, with one leg either side of my foot. My calf was suddenly between her legs, her panties pushing slightly against the filmy material stretched over my shin. She let out a slight moan as she settled forward against me, and I could feel the sensation of the friction as her fishnet pantyhose covered thighs slid a little more against each side of my ankle. She looked up at me, eyes still smoldering. "I'll do this one first," she said. I just nodded as she took my other foot, lifted it carefully and removed my shoe, gently caressing my feet and then calves after it had been set aside. She moved her hips gently forward looked intently at my feet, then up at me again, "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but the look and the feel of your feet and the sexiness of the shoes has made me all crazy. Do you mind?" My erection was burning in my panties, I was so turned on by the feel of her against my leg, that I could barely talk. I was beginning to feel the wetness between her legs, through her panties and fishnets. "I don't mind at all," I managed to breath at her. She continued to move a little, back and forth, rubbing her pussy gently but insistently against my leg, then back and up a little so that the toe of my slingback heel was positioned against her and she could settle just slightly against it, murmuring and breathing in pleasure as she did so. She combined this with running her hands over the thin stockings that encased my smooth legs, caressing first my calves and knees, and then my thighs, pushing my suede skirt up and apart in order to do so. I parted my legs slightly to ease the process and began to murmur in appreciation myself as her hands reached the tops of my hold up stockings, and her fingernails traced delicate lines over my hairless thighs. "I've always wanted a tranny", she looked up at me, that intent look back on her face. "Can I touch it?' she asked, almost demurely. "Yes, I'd like that". I said, parting my legs a little further bracing myself for the intensity of the feeling. Her hand pushed between my thighs and her fingers found my balls, encased in the mesh material of my panties. She slipped her palm beneath them, pushing the heel of it against the base of my straining cock, and sighed contentedly. I gasped in pleasure, trying to control the sensations in my head, dizzied by the exotic pleasure that thrilled from my core. Then, she drew her hand upwards, trailing her nails across my balls as she did so, and grasping the shaft of my cock around the base, through the transparent panties. This pushed my skirt far enough up to reveal my straining member as it protruded through the slit in the front of my skirt. "So hard," sighed Faith, squeezing me experimentally. "You're so lovely and hard." She settled back onto my foot, the toe of my slingback wedged firmly between her legs, and moaned gently as she continued to grip me that way, fingernails of three fingers moved gently over my balls. I felt I was about to explode. "Will you fuck me with your clitty, Sian sweetie?" Faith's look was urgent. "Mmmm I want to." I said, moving my leg more firmly between hers, relishing the slight moistness that remained on my ankle. "But what if someone comes in?" And with that, the shop door began to open, with a ring of the bell. Fortunately, though we were in the main part of the store where the door was, I had my back to the door and the details of our liaison were not immediately apparent to a person coming in. It hopefully looked like a simple case of a customer trying on some shoes. Faith slipped back from my toe, and let go of my quivering boy clitty, rising smoothly to her feet to greet the newcomer, while I delicately shifted back to allow my skirt to restore my decency, albeit a decency involving a considerable amount of displayed thigh and stocking tops. "I thought I told you to call me if I had a customer?" the newcomer spoke in a clipped voice, sounding annoyed. "I know I'm sorry," replied Faith, "but you'd just left and I know how much you wanted to take that break. I thought I'd do you a favor and try and sell some shoes for you." I turned to see that the newcomer was another girl dressed Goth-style, this one in a long 'witch' gown with a tightly laced bodice. Her make- up was so heavy it was impossible to see if she was pretty or not, but she was a good deal plumper than Faith and her sour expression did not help. "Well if my boss had come in I'd be fired for letting you do that," the plump witch said. "You'd better go." "Okay." Faith looked unfazed. "I hope you find some shoes to your taste ma'am," I realized she was addressing me, "Jennifer will help you from now. But I think that the chunky heeled shoes you were about to try are the ones for your new outfit. Maybe I'll see you wearing them in some club?" She gave me a little pout and quick smile as she grabbed a small bag from the counter and was away through the door before I could say anything, and leaving me with dozens of unanswered questions, an erection that was still buzzing in my panties, not to mention the small moist patch on the bottom of my ankle. Jennifer helped me try the other shoes, though I insisted on putting them on myself so as to avoid her getting close enough to see the evidence of faith's exertions against my leg. At one point she asked me directly what my 'girl name' was, so I knew I had not fooled her, but despite the turn of events I was delighted with the look of the retro platform heels, just as Faith had predicted. I tried to hurry the process and see if I could catch up to Faith, but there was no way of telling where she might have gone when I eventually got out of the shop, new heels bobbing against my knee, boxed up in their plastic bag. All I had to go on was her cryptic reference to a club - she must have meant the GAS Chamber - and I was determined to see if I could find her there when I got a chance. It was getting late now, so after having a coffee in a gay bar nearby, where I attracted attention and was read, but where it was never threatening or unpleasant, I headed, stomach beginning to flip, to Suzi's. V. Uniform I had more than two hours before the guests arrived, and having had Suzi's seal of approval on the shoes, albeit with raised eyebrows at my disobedience in not getting regular stiletto pumps, I was ordered to get ready. I would have to redo my make-up and dress from scratch, and having stripped, showered, freshly shaved and toweled off, I was back in 'my room' at Suzi's, ready to dress as her French maid. I began to get hard just looking at the uniform, and despite apprehension about what lay in store later in the evening, I was delighted that I would get to dress as a maid for the first time. For my make-up I was required to have dramatic dark eyeliner and mascara as ever. I was delighted that I would be getting to wear a new wig - Suzi had bought another for me in soft blond ringlets that she said I must have piled sexily on top of my head to offset my white lace headdress. The theme of the make-up was very light foundation, soft pink blush and frosted almond lips, with shimmery gold-almond eyeshadow. My body was squeezed into my corset, to which I attached four garters which in turn held up my back sheer stockings, a smart seam running down the back of each. Lacy white panties struggled to contain my erect clitty, but fortunately my excitement would not show because the springy white petticoat forced my flared black maid dress to stand out from my waist, angled slightly, but short enough so that bending over would give an ample glimpse of ass and stocking tops to all around. The dress was tightly laced around my chest and the enhancing bra forced my little chest flesh into a pair of pert titties, framed by the white lace trim of the low cut neckline. Short black sleeves were also trimmed in white lace, and the ensemble was completed with a delicate lacy white apron tied around my waist. I had dangly long clip earrings and was sprayed again in CoCo Chanel, and though my role for the evening was the humiliated ex-boyfriend, sissified and dressed as a maid to wait hand and foot on my ex- girlfriend and her new boyfriend's dinner party, as I looked in the mirror I felt a million dollars. I felt bold, confident and sexy after my day dressed, and I felt ready for anything. "Nice tits darling", said Jason in my ear, neatly flipping my skirt up and slapping me smartly on my exposed ass. "Looking more like a real girl every day," he leered at me. Well maybe not ready for anything, I shuddered inside to myself. Avoiding allowing Jason to have his way with me was a priority for the evening. I could handle the humiliation and the hard work, but Suzi's promise to let Jason have me if I screwed up even once was a big concern. I'd seen his captivation when I had been forced into giving him a blowjob and then a foot job the night before, and his premature ejaculation fucking Suzi when she mentioned him screwing me, and I was pretty sure I'd not get away with just a blowjob if I made a mistake and was given to him for the rest of the night. "Don't slap Sian darling", said Suzi tartly as she walked in, "she's got lots of work to do and she's made herself look so pretty for you and the rest of the guests. Haven't you Sian my sweet?" "Yes Madame", I curtsied the way I had been shown after presenting myself to Suzi in my uniform. "There's a good girl," said Suzi, "now go and fix Jason and me a drink before the guests arrive." "Yes Madame," and with another curtsey, I clipped into the kitchen on my new platform heels, just unable to stop the sway of my hips as I did so. "I can see you are rather hoping that she makes a mistake," Suzi smiled at Jason, as she watched him watch me retreat, "well no tricks allowed, Okay? I might actually want you for myself tonight if you could just stop thinking about HIS pretty ass." "Okay, no tricks," said Jason, licking his lips and staring after my retreating behind. VI. Guess who's coming to dinner The guests arrived just after I returned with the drinks. I had been instructed to wait by the door, curtsey to each guest prettily and take whatever coat they had. Suzi had also told me that she had told her guests to expect a surprise at the party, and I was to be it. She would be showing off her feminized sissy ex-boyfriend to her friends. I was flushed with embarrassment almost immediately, as the first guests were a couple that Suzi and I had known at University. Monica and Ronan really had been friends of Suzi's, but we had hung out a lot with them when Suzi and I dated. Suzi greeted them with a kiss each, before introducing the 'surprise guest of honor', her new maid Sean. She emphasized my male name and waved at me with a flourish. Monica exploded in peals of laughter, a high melodic sound, while Ronan just looked at me in amused disbelief. When she got over her amusement, Monica began to marvel at my transformation, and how Suzi had ever got me to agree. I had curtseyed politely to them and had all the coats, and was instructed to hang them in the closet, and so I missed Suzi's reply. The peals of disbelieving laughter that I could hear before re- entering the room confirmed my fear that Suzi had revealed something of the truth - my passion for dressing in her underwear when we were dating, how I had lost her interest sexually and all the sordid details of her having to deal with a 'pervert' for a boyfriend. The key thing she managed to convey to them though, was how much I was into the whole thing, how easy it had been to get me to come back. She left out the blackmail, and how she had drugged me and forced me to suck Jason's cock, knowing that any word from me would be deemed a failure in my role as maid, and what that entailed. Ronan, being a sporty rugby player, just looked appalled at it all, and had a pitiful, contemptuous look on his face whenever I served him or came into his field of view. Monica fussed over my looks and asked me all about my make-up and hair, all about my uniform and how it made me feel. I had been instructed to tell her the truth, within some limits, and she delighted in provoking me to describe how excited I was by how I looked. She would periodically collapse into peals of laughter again as each answer increased my humiliation - as I described my excitement at being dressed, the taste of lipstick on my lips, the feel of satin and silk clothes on my new smooth body. The next two guests just made matters worse for me. The girl I knew only vaguely - Naomi, who was the friend I now suspected had had a lesbian fling with Suzi, and who now worked with her. To my horror, she had brought with her one of my teammates from my soccer team - Mark. I had walked straight past class earlier in the day to avoid walking past him, and he had called me a stuck up bitch for ignoring his catcall. Now I was just four feet away from him dressed like a slutty French maid and I had just been introduced to both of them under my male name. The girl, Naomi, just handed me her coat and having looked me up and down snorted contemptuously and muttered "always told you he was a faggot, Suzi." Mark, however, had about four reactions in quick succession, following one after another across his face. He started out amused, saying that he knew a Sean too, before stopping and looking puzzled, hints of recognition from two different sources flashing across his face. He now must have realized this WAS the Sean he knew, but he must also have been remembering the stuck up girl with a black bob who'd ignored him earlier in the day. Finally the confusion was replaced by mixed expressions that conveyed amusement, contempt, and amazement. "Bloody hell Sean", was all he could manage when it all resolved itself in his head. Suzi was of course quite delighted at this unintended consequence, and having taken the newcomers' coats to the closet the humiliation continued, now with two more voices pressing Suzi for details of when she first suspected, how it made her feel to find that her boyfriend was a transvestite, and pressing me for more details of my dressing. They asked if my girlfriend knew (there was much disapproval that I hadn't told her), asked if I wanted to be a woman? Was I gay? Had I slept with men? The doorbell rang, and almost relieved at the respite I once again took my station at the door on Suzi's instruction. Peals of laughter followed us out into the hallway. Suzi flung the door open to reveal the last guest, who was a gorgeous blond in a stunning white mini dress, glimpses of which were revealed through the open front of a white faux fur coat. She also wore some sexy white over-the-knee socks and a pair of clear Perspex platform heels. "Late as ever Faith!" squealed Suzi, kissing her full on the lips, as she came through the door. "I've such a surprise for you!" Stepping back, she gave her flourish and introduced me. "May I present my very own transvestite maid, Sean!" Faith regarded me, her eyes flashing recognition and confusion for just a second, before sending me a most lovely smoldering look, which melted me inside. "Very nice Suzi," Faith said calmly, "but why on earth?" "Well you are always dragging me to that tranny bar!" Suzi slipped an arm round Faith's waist, "thought you'd get a kick out of having your own private boy-girl to wait on you at dinner!" "Honestly Suzi," Faith said, "I go to the tranny bar because it's a good place to wear my fetish stuff, and more importantly to see you in fetish stuff too, silly! But thanks for the thought. Wherever did you find him?" "Oh you are going to love this sweet!" Suzi said excitedly, "he's an ex-boyfriend who confessed it all to me after getting off one time when I made him up! I'll make him tell you all about it - but first a drink. Sian, take Faith's coat and come back with a vodka tonic for her". "Yes Madame," I said, and curtseyed prettily, before accepting Faith's coat. "Thank you Sian," she said absently as she let go of the coat, "and may I say that I think you have the most fabulous shoes?" "Thank you Madame," I said, thrilling inside again, looking down at how the shoes shaped my calves and feeling how they made my ass stick out sexily, remembering the events of the afternoon in the shoe shop. "I'd have preferred stiletto heels on him myself," said Suzi, as they went to the living room, "and in fact I instructed him to get stilettos this very morning. I do so love watching him struggle to keep his balance!" "Sounds like she has a little spirit,' said Faith, as they disappeared, "you might not be punishing her enough!" And they fell into giggling. I noticed that each had her hand on the others' ass as they went in to the living room, and it all fell into place. Suzi was Faith's girlfriend, the one she had mentioned in the shop - who she stole away from her boyfriend to go the TV club. The boyfriend was Jason - and Faith was the girl that Suzi wanted to continue sleeping with - for whom Suzi must have set up this whole thing. And of course I was a quivering jelly inside at the memory of Faith's pretty hand gripping my rock hard cock through my mesh panties as I sat in the shoe store, at feeling her moistness against my foot and ankles as she rubbed her pussy against my leg and shoe. God, if Suzi found out I had almost had sex with her girlfriend while I was supposed to buying my uniform for tonight I would be in serious trouble. But there was no panic. I somehow felt the balance of things had shifted. Jason was obsessed with me, and now I had learned that Suzi's lesbian lover had made a pass at me too. I had been betrayed, drugged, feminized, photographed and forced into sex with my ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend, explicit pictures of me had been exhibited on the internet, and now I'd been dressed as a French maid and humiliated in front of college friend and a current classmate. I was surely to face more indignation and embarrassment as the evening progressed, if what had transpired so far was anything to go by, but inside me I felt Sian was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew that the power was no longer all in Suzi's hands. VII. Maid to serve My prediction about further humiliation proved correct. No sooner had I returned with Faith's drink than the questioning continued. I was the centerpiece of the conversation, and as I moved through the room fixing drinks and refilling bowls of snacks, I was peppered with questions from all angles. At first it was just the girls, who delighted in asking me about my wardrobe at home and how I usually dressed. Of course, Suzi could not resist produced some of the less explicit photos from the night before, which she'd had printed to pass around. I concentrated on my tasks, aware of my outfit and drawing strength from the glances in the glass of the cabinet that revealed me in my pretty uniform, my long legs and my killer shoes. They delighted in making me bend over to serve them, flashing those on the other side of the room with my stocking tops and a little smooth silky thigh and ass. They made me describe what I did when I dressed, in intricate detail, with much high pitched "ewww-ing" when inevitably they forced me to describe, face burning, how I would masturbate in front of a mirror in my apartment, and expressed hilarity at how nasty and hairy I must have looked and how much better it must be to look smooth now. This pattern of harassment continued through the evening, as I went about my tasks. I served drinks, and dinner, cleared up after the various courses and was subjected to searching questions that became more and more provocative as the guests got drunker. Jason fondled my ass lewdly every time I was near him, while the others mostly took Suzi's lead and smacked my smartly to speed me up or to just get a laugh from the others. Mark begged to take photos that he could share with the other members of my soccer team, and Suzi obliged by loaning him the camera and having me strike poses for him as he clicked away. She promised to send him the files the next day. The worst thing about this was how intoxicated I became at my own look, and striking poses made me feel sexy as well as embarrassed. My face flushed at the thought of the pictures circulating through the soccer team. I wasn't serving the entire time, and in quieter moments they had me stand in the corner, facing the wall, holding my skirt up to reveal my ass. They enjoyed seeing the evidence from their various slaps, which despite being quite light individually, soon built up to leave a redness which would subside over the course of the time I was allowed to stand there. Most embarrassing of all was when they had me stand facing them, skirt pulled up, eyes closed, and recount an episode where I had dressed. I had to include all the details, what underwear I had chosen, what make- up I wore, and the entire experience of getting dressed. My own voice, breathy and girly, and the details of the dressing, in combination with the sensations caused by my current attire, had the effect of arousing me in my white panties, and as my story continued so they encouraged me, trying not to distract me with their obvious fascination at the process of my arousal. "Ohhh! it looks like he's really getting into this!" shouted Mark, leering intently, "Suzi, why don't you let him play with himself?" It was Faith who saved me, whispering loudly to Naomi "Mark seems awfully keen on the whole thing hon, you're not worried are you?" before bursting into a fit of giggles. Mark flushed red, as Faith continued "I wonder if those pictures are really for the football team at all? Come on Sian, stop showing off and go get us another bottle of wine." Pulling my skirt down gratefully over my semi erect lace clad member, I quickly obeyed. As I came back into the room, swaying on my heels, carrying a new bottle of wine, I realized something was going on. Suzi was giggling at Faith, who was standing with open mouth, gasping a little drunkenly, though clearly amused at the situation. The front of her dress was soaked through, the jug in which the water had been on its side on the table in front of her. "I'm such a clumsy bitch!" she squealed to the room, her words greeted with much laughter, "I'll have to change. Can I borrow something of yours sweetie?" she turned to Suzi. "Sure, I'll find you something," Suzi giggled, beginning to rise from her place. "Don't be silly!" Faith said, "Stay where you are and look after your other guests". She flashing me a quick look, "I can be a proper lady and have your maid dress me!" Again the room was filled with laughter, and before Suzi could object, Faith was across the room to me. "Put that tray down Sian, I need you to help me change". Grabbing my wrist once the tray was on the coffee table. She pulled me from the room. Looking over my shoulder on the way out, I saw Suzi's smile, but perhaps there was something else there - was she wary? Inside I was all butterflies, recalling my shopping trip, the feeling of Faith's delicate hands on my feet, caressing and massaging, the sight of her kneeling in front of me, holding my erect member and caressing my balls. We were soon in Suzi's bedroom, and with Faith still holding onto my wrist, she made for the closet and threw open the door. She turned to me, releasing my wrist. "So will you pick a new outfit for me Sian?" Her smoky eyes were huge, and my insides turned to jelly. This was first class flirting. "Umm, sure" I said, looking into the closet "would you like a dress, or a top and skirt or shorts?" I wanted so much to see her in something tight and revealing, and I was hoping that Suzi had a pair of tiny hotpants somewhere. "You pick out something hot sugar" said Faith, "I need to get out of this wet dress". I heard the sound of her peeling the soaking material over her head. Barely able to concentrate, my cock straining in my satin panties, I tried to concentrate on finding something. Then I found what I wanted, a pair of silver metallic hotpants, which would go fantastically with a shimmery white backless halter neck top I spied a second later. Grabbing both items, I turned back to Faith. "These!" I said, holding them out to her "they'll look fabulous with your knee socks". The words almost caught in my mouth at the sight that greeted me. She still wore her shoes, but with the dress gone she stood in only her white lacy thong panties and her over-the-knee socks. I could tell even when she was wearing the dress that Faith had fantastic breasts, and she made no effort to hide them now. Seeing them in the flesh, nipples prominent and aroused, I was speechless. My erection still strained in my panties, but fortunately did not show thanks to the way my petticoats flared from my hips. Giving me a pretty and wicked smile, she turned and raised her arms up high "So dress me like a lady, my sweet little sissy maid". "Yes Madame" I cast my eyes down, playing the part. Standing behind her, I gathered the halter top in my hands and slipped it over her head, before reaching around her to grasp it on either side. I pulled it down over her breasts, smoothing it down to her hips. Suddenly, my wrists were caught in her hands and she placed them under the bottom of the tight material, sliding them up until they reached her breasts. I felt her pert nipples under my hands, hard with excitement. "Caress me Sian. Do not stop or take your hands from my tits until you are told." Faith's voice was firm, but her breathing shaky. "Yes Madame", I replied, smoothing my hands over her perfect breasts. I took her hard nipples in my fingers and squeezed them gently, delighting in the small gasps of pleasure this provoked from Faith. As I played with her, she gripped the hem of my flared maid dress and the stiff petticoat beneath, pulling it up to my waist so that she could nestle her smooth ass against my lace clad cock. I felt my hardness quiver as it pressed between the smooth globes of her buttocks, sighing in pleasure as she began to move her ass slowly in time to my caresses on her nipples. "Oh Sian," she said, "I've wanted this since this afternoon. It was such a pleasure to see that Suzi's new little sissy slut maid was my favorite 'customer'". She turned her head back to me. "Kiss me my sweet Sian". "But what about Suzi?" I asked. She could come in at any time. I'd seen her look when we'd left the dining room. "Do not disobey me Sian", she breathed, turning her head to meet me. I leaned forward to feel our lips meet, my frosted almond lips meeting her mouth, which was painted in a beautiful dark red. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, flicked at mine, and she murmured as I continued touching her nipples, her hand finding its way inside the front of her thong. The sensations flushed through me, my cock becoming yet harder as her ass continued swaying against me, in rhythm with her hands movement between her legs. The friction was too much for my tiny panties, and my hard-on ceased to be trapped by them, pushing past the material and against the smoothness of her skin. I relished the delicious feeling as the underside of my cock slid back and forth between her buttocks, gliding effortlessly as if across silk. I was lost, delighting in the sound of her moans as I played with her hard nipples and felt her tongue probing against mine. Suddenly, almost without warning I felt an orgasm begin to grip me. A flash of panic took me. "I'm cumming," I gasped, pulling away from our kiss. "I want you to", she breathed, pushing her ass back harder against me, "cum on my ass and back. I'm so wet thinking about your hard clitty". Her mouth clasped back on mine, her tongue flicking back against mine. Her words were enough to send me over the edge. The pent-up excitement of the day finally exploded, and I moaned louder than I intended as streams of cum shot from my rock hard cock, spurt after spurt splashing onto the top of her buttocks and lower back. Some was caught in the frills of my petticoat, which had folded up between my abdomen and her back, and the remaining strings adorned the top of Faith's smooth ass. My knees were weak as the orgasm subsided, and I sighed contentedly as Faith continued to kiss me, gyrating her ass against me and moving her hand in her panties with excited moans. "You not done yet?" The voice was from the hallway, approaching fast. It was Suzi's, and we became aware of the click of her heels outside, just as the door began to open. Faith stepped smartly forwards, pulling her hand from her panties as the door swung round. My petticoat and maid's dress sprang back into place, hiding my cock, which was still engorged and only just beginning to shrink. My knees were weak, but I had the presence of mind to turn and grab the silver hotpants from the dresser where they had fell at out embrace. "Still not finished?" Suzi stood in the doorway, a quizzical expression on her face. "Your maid is a hopeless assistant!" Faith flashed Suzi a smile. "She takes forever to do anything. Too busy looking at her own appearance in the mirror I think." "Here are the hotpants Madame", I held them out demurely. She pulled them quickly on, pulling the top down over the evidence of my orgasm, before turning to face me. "And I'm sure he was looking at my tits when I put the top on too! Faith did an excellent job of looking indignant. "I think the little slut boy might have been touching himself too." As she said this, she at the same time blew me a sly little kiss, eyes flashing a smile. I tried to look demure, casting my eyes down. I could feel the cold wetness of my cum on my abdomen and clitty, felt a drop rolling slowly down my inner thigh. "Well I'll certainly punish him." Suzi looked at me meaningfully. "I'll let Jason have him for tonight," she flashed a smile which did not touch her eyes, "he's been dying for a piece of sissy ass ever since last night". "And does that mean I get you all to myself tonight?" Faith turned back to Suzi, stalking sexily toward her, "nobody watching us play?" I watched her ass, hypnotized as it swayed. The silver metallic hot pants were like a second skin, stretching snugly over her buttocks as she walked. I had picked her outfit well. "I can't wait", said Suzi, leaning forward to kiss Faith, who expertly turned to catch it on her cheek to avoid the risk of Suzi tasting my frosted almond lipstick, of which traces surely remained on Faith's lips. "But it's time for desert first," Suzi continued, "Sian, go and fetch it". Snaking an arm around Faith's waist, they headed for the dining room. Breathing a sigh, and quickly guiding my now flaccid member back into my panties, I followed, a whole mix of emotions rushing through me. I was at the same time relieved that my encounter with Faith had not been discovered, thrilled at the power that being Sian gave me, and finally shaky from the lingering effects of the intense orgasm I had just experienced. I knew I now had to contend with Jason, but somehow the thought did not worry me as it would have done before. I recalled his eyes intently fixed on my hard-on as I writhed on the floor in front of him the night before, and I felt that I might just have more of the upper hand with him than he knew. VIII. Jason Still in my maid's uniform, on all fours, I crawled slinkily over toward where Jason stood, my big brown eyes looking up seductively at him through my long false and heavily mascara-ed lashes as I got closer. I watched the evidence of his reaction to my approach, his rock hard erection standing proudly out in front of him as he stood there waiting for me. He gripped himself with the finger and thumb of one hand around the base, his other fingers cupping his balls. He had been holding himself that way through my entire performance, masturbating himself slowly, keeping himself hard, as I swayed and sashayed on my heels, bent over to display my stocking tops and ass, held my skirt up to reveal the tell tale bulge in my panties. The power my look had over him was one reason for the stirring arousal in my satin panties, the other was the sound of Suzi and Faith's lovemaking in the adjoining room, Faith's high pitched gasps reminding me of our brief liaison earlier in the evening. I could see from Jason's look that he had taken my arousal to be caused by the prospect of sex with him and I didn't care. I was no longer the weak one in this relationship. I reached Jason, and kneeling up and then back so that my ass sat comfortably on my heels, still looking up at the desire intent on his face. I reached to take his erection from him, gripping it as he had between thumb and painted finger, resting my other fingers on his heavy balls. I moved those fingers gently, caressing his balls through the tightly stretched denier of his pantyhose, and at the same time pulling the thin material tightly round his shaft so that it was totally encased. "Do you like how that feels Jason?" I asked breathily. "Would you like me to suck you through your pantyhose now?" "Please, Sian". His voice was almost a whisper until a groan escaped his lips as I closed my frosted lips over the tip of his pantyhose-clad penis. No, it was not I who was the weak one now. True to her word, after the party had drawn to a close Suzi handed me into Jason's care, citing my failure to look after her guests as the reason I had failed. Of the dinner guests only Faith remained - the others having left in various states of drunkenness - including a very pleased looking Mark grasping his CD-ROM of Sean the sexy boy-girl maid, which showed me in a number of sexy poses, showing off my ass, stockings and even my bulging panties. Once those pictures were shown to my teammates in the soccer team I might as well never show my face in college again. As soon as she had pronounced her verdict on my failure, immediately after Mark and Naomi had left, Suzi entwined herself around Faith while a leering Jason grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me stumbling into the next room. But it soon became clear that he was not about to just force himself on me. Moving to the table he held up a small bottle of baby oil and a pair of the sheerest nude pantyhose, still in their package. He had a plan, and he wanted my cooperation. It had started as a suggestion that I undress for him and wear nothing but the pantyhose. But inspired by the experience with Faith before, and recalling the look that Jason had o