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Madame Cerise, Part II By Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: It has been quite a while since the first part of this story. The following contains more regarding Colette and his Mistress, Madame Cerise. The end of this segment contains a VERY strong sexual scene involving Madame Cerise, Julie, and Colette. It is mildly incestuous so this story has a XXX rating. If you don't want to go there, when you reach the part in the story line where everyone involved in the evening at Madame Cerise's home retires to bed, stop reading. Right after that, you will see the words 'Back in her master bedroom suite ...' and then things get very 'naughty' after that. After the normal pleasantries and confirmation that Katherine and Julie had decided to stay overnight, Cerise and her guests were comfortable in Cerise's elegant sitting room chatting while waiting for Colin to arrive with refreshment. Slowly, he nudged the kitchen door open with his back. As he turned with the kitchen door swinging closed behind him, Cerise was pleased with the image he presented. As he walked toward them his pretty blonde curls bounced around his head with each step. She took note of how his clothing had a quite crisp yet very feminine look, and that his bright white tea apron added just the right touch. He walked cautiously carrying a serving tray that was holding a bottle of her favorite Champagne surrounded by crystal flutes. But what pleased her most was his smile. By the time he had arrived in the parlor to serve the ladies, much had been discussed ... "Come, come Colette! Our guests are thirsty from their long drive and are in need of some special bubbly," Madame Cerise chastised in a serious tone. Working under her watchful eye, Colin was preparing to pour when she called out, "No, no Colette, your serving tray is all wrong! Your mother and sister are visiting for the first time so this is a very special occasion. We should be using the Waterford flutes! Where are your manners?! And why are there four flutes? You will not be joining, you will only be serving!" After only three of her finest glasses were retrieved from the dining room hutch and promptly filled, Colin nervously held the tray offering the three special ladies in his life refreshment. As they were toasting the occasion, Tessa arrived with the hors d'oeuvre tray he had prepared handing it to Colin. He offered the delicacies only to be admonished once again. "Colette, you are such a twit. Offer your mother and Julie the hors d'oeuvre's first. They are my guests; they get served before me," Cerise ordered removing any hint of smile from his face. She then said turning to Colin's mother and sister, "My apologies, he still has so much to learn. As you can see, he is just beginning to be taught the finer points of serving." "I'm very sorry, Madame Cerise. Please forgive me," he obediently replied holding the edges of his apron while he curtseyed. His mother and sister noted with a nod of their heads and a smile their acceptance of his dainty apology. "I just love it ... Colette ... such a pretty name. And that is such a pretty apron you are wearing," Colin's mother complimented. "Oh thank you ... uh ... Mommy. I'm so glad you like it. It's made from antique lace," he replied. Colin's mother fingered the lace of his apron saying, "Yes, so very pretty. Mommy?" then added, "'Mommy', I like that. It's so endearing to hear such sweet juvenile word coming from my grown up son. Cerise, this is all so very pleasant ... thank you for having us ... you have such a lovely home," Katherine said taking a morsel from the silver tray her son was holding noting that his open toed two inch healed sandals revealed through his sheer nylons that his toenails were painted a bright pink. She decided not to say anything about them and instead made eye contact with Cerise. "Why thank you, Katherine. I'm very lucky to be able to live here. Mother and Father have made this a showplace. I never really understood why because they have rarely ever used this place as their home." "Cerise, forgive me for asking but you seem to be ... what is the word ... 'sophisticated' way beyond your years," Katherine complimented before putting another bite in her mouth. "I'll consider that a compliment. As you know, my father was a diplomat. Living all over the world we occasionally lived in some very simple surroundings but in the main we lived, shall I say, in a more ostentatious life style. Through most of my teen years I lived in the south of France in a grand chateau that anyone in America would consider a palace. My parents are living there as we speak." "Cerise, these hors d'oeuvres are delicious. Did you have them catered?" "Heavens no, Tessa is a chef level cook but our little snack was all made by your brother from scratch under her supervision of course." "I must tell you that I love the changes you've made in him!" Julie exclaimed as she took another hors d'oeuvre from Colette's serving tray. Cerise was pleased that she was talking as if Colin was simply the 'hired help'. "It truly has been my pleasure but we still have a long way to go before I will be completely satisfied with him." While the 'long way to go' part of her comment made Colin anxious, he was pleased that Cerise was talking about a future in which he was included. Katherine decided to ask about his clothing and said, "His slacks and blouse, they look like they were tailored for him. I love the way you had the slacks made to accentuate his rear. Were they expensive?" "Not terribly, I ordered them from Ann Taylor on line- it's one of my favorite stores .This particular line of hers seems to fit him perfectly; don't you think? Colette, raise your apron so your mother and sister can see how well your slacks fit you in the front." Colin of course put down his tray and did as he was told. This brought Cerise's desired response from Julie and Katherine as they noticed the 'faux' labia at his crotch and simultaneously said respectively, "Yes!" and "No!" "Cerise, please tell me you didn't ... oh, God, I feel faint," Katherine said quickly putting her Champagne down then waving her hand rapidly in front of her flushed face trying to get air. "No, no, Katherine. It's not what you think but isn't it perfect? Everything is still there that was there. His little male member has simply been positioned down and back," Cerise comforted not wanting to have to explain the details that Colin's little penis was secured to a butt plug to his mother. "It really does look as if you might have had his little package removed!" Julie said with fervor. "Julie!!" Katherine exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Mother," the slightly embarrassed but excited Julie murmured. "My apologies if I have shocked you. He is simply wearing a device that holds his cute little tool down. A typical male bulge would ruin the look of those nice slacks and, I'm sure, be very uncomfortable for him due to the high rise crotch. And. Of course, the panty he is wearing fits so much better! I've just moved everything out of the way so it is pointing toward his rear creating this wonderful effect," Cerise said holding up her almost empty glass nonchalantly toward the now red faced Colin. "Colette, we should not have to point out that our glasses are low. When they get below half full, offer to refill, wait for a reply and act accordingly ... you do have so much to learn." "I think his new look is simply wonderful!" Julie exclaimed. She then went on to explain, "I always thought he did a fairly good job taking care of the house for Mother and me but you've taken him to an entirely new level! And I love the new name you've given him and the color of his blonde hair is a perfect match for the way it was when he was little! You know, you don't see hair done in a style very often where the curls dance with every step. It's very feminine but it takes so much work to style it. How did you ever convince him to have his hair done that way?" "He has been pretty much compliant to my wishes since we got home from our visit with you last week. I don't remember if I told you on the phone but I thought it necessary to put him over my knee and discipline him with my hair brush for delaying my meeting you for so long with his lying. After a nice spanking and a few tears, everything really just fell into place in several regards. You must know that Colin is what is known in the world of sexuality as a 'submissive'. He likes being told what to do- especially by the women in his life. I'm not sure but I think he may even like being spanked. Some submissives even crave a good paddling. Katherine, what was that you said when we were at your home last week? 'It is best if they are told what to do every second'; I think were your words." "I do believe that to be true. But you have to admit that him letting you bleach his hair, get a permanent and then have it put up in rollers for the night is a little extreme. How did you get him to go along with that such extreme feminine activity and how did you decide on that style?" "Ladies, I really left him no choice in the matter. As far as the style, I wanted something ultra feminine that would define our relationship for him every time he sees his reflection or even his shadow. His pretty blonde curly bangs are perfect because they are just long enough that he can see them dangling above of his eyebrows even without a mirror." "But Cerise, way beyond his hair there are his clothes and he is even wearing toe nail polish. I find it hard to believe that he just went along with all of that. All Mom and I could ever get him to let us do was to have some 'beach boy' highlights put in his hair at the beauty shop." "Oh, your sweet girlie boy occasionally tries to put up some 'manly' resistance but we all know this is what is best for him. I have to tell you that making him wear an apron to do your housework was brilliant. You both laid the groundwork for the Colette you see with us today. Were you able to...?" Cerise asked cutting herself short because she wanted to not reveal the surprise they had in store for him. Colin's mother nodded her head with a smile and Cerise went on to explain, "From the moment I met Colin a few months ago I wondered what he would look like if he were to dress in a more ... shall I say, refined fashion. That first day on the beach last summer I realized that he had a somewhat feminine way that was very appealing to me. I kept my feelings at bay until last week when I saw how darling he looked wearing that gorgeous pink apron you made for him. I decided that day in your living room that femininity would be the best thing for him. The way he filled out Julie's slacks was another reason I wanted to dress him in girlish clothing. A supple well rounded bottom like he has can't be shown off in horrid men's clothing." Turning to Colin Cerise said, "Colette, I've already pointed out to you once that it is your job to keep our glasses full! Keep your mind on your work, and not on our conversation. So focus your thoughts and offer to pour more Champagne for us. Oh, I think I understand ... you want your mother and Julie to witness you having another appointment with Mrs. Hairbrush. Is that it?" shaming him but making her guests giggle. Having already filled the glasses once and now topping them off again, this pour for the ladies emptied the bottle. "The bottle is empty, Madame," he said. "I can see that! Oh I'm sorry I'm being so sharp with you. I didn't realize that Miss Lindsey must have wound your hair on your rollers too tightly last night. Or, is it that maybe you are just having one of those 'blonde moments'? ... Oh, I'm sorry Julie!" Colette apologized as she considered Julie's hair color, although a little darker than Colin's was certainly blonde. This exchange caused the ladies to all laugh out loud once again. "Tessa has more chilled in the kitchen. Go and get it. Oh, and ask Tessa to come in here," Cerise said waving him away with her hand. "I never noticed how much his rear end sticks out. It's almost as if he is trying to show it off. And will you look at the way he sways it back and forth. It's so natural," Katherine commented as Colin walked away with the Champagne bucket. Cerise smiled slyly at Katherine's comment as she thought about the way she had Colin's little manhood secured. "He does have a very womanly way about him; it just needs to be refined. In fact, I'd like to see Colette put on some weight. He has virtually no muscle in his arms or legs and I think he would be much more attractive if he was a little on the plump side. Ladies, what do you think?" "I think some fattening up would do him good as long as you can do it without his rear getting any bigger!" Julie mused. "Whatever you think, Cerise. But, I wouldn't want anything for him that would be unhealthy for him," Katherine added. "No, no, I wouldn't have him put on so many pounds to the point that it would harm him. I just think he should be a little more ... uh ... maybe 'matronly' is the word. I can have him keep his derriere in status quo with a great exercise tape I have. It's called "Having the Buns Every Woman Wants". Julie, Katherine, I want you to know that I am very fond of Colin. I only want the best for him and have him with me for the rest of my days ... on my terms, of course." "I am so happy to hear you say that. A while ago you mentioned his 'little tool'. I have been concerned for years that because he was 'short changed' so to speak, he would have a difficult time finding a woman that would put up with his lack of endowment." Julie was surprised that her mother was so candid but was never the less reveling at the topic of conversation and added, "I'm so glad to hear he never really 'grew up'. The last time I saw him naked was when he was about fourteen. I knew he was small for his age but I thought he would catch up sooner or later. I'm sure it's better for a sissy like he is to have a demure little guy down there but I do feel sorry for you, Cerise." "Don't worry about me. Colette is able to satisfy me in other ways," Cerise said making Katherine blush once again. "Here's to a woman's pleasure!" Julie toasted making the three new friends clink their glasses in celebration. "I have something important to discus before Colette returns. I have very little time to ask you this so forgive me for being so direct but I want you to know that it is my intention to make Colin permanently into 'Colette'. As 'Colette', he will live strictly as a woman and be trained to be my personal maid servant. It is important to me that I have your full support and you think what I have planned is best for all concerned. After all he is your brother and your son," Cerise said with a very serious tone. Julie spoke first. "I for one am all for it. I've told mother for years that I thought he would make a great girl. I have always loved the way he acts when he brushes my hair. It was almost as if he were a younger sister. I'll never forget how natural he looked when we dressed him up as a schoolgirl for Halloween that one year. His hair was just long enough for me to be able to pull it up into two darling little beribboned pigtails. He sat there so still while I braided them for him. You know, I had to gather his hair so tightly that it seemed to make his eyebrows arch up a little and his facial features more girlish," she said with a far away look. "But, at that time the idea of him being in girl clothes seemed to bother Mother so I hardly ever dressed him up again. When I started college we needed him to start helping around the house and ... well, I came up with the idea of the apron to put down the little rebellion he tried to stage. Having him working for you as your maid in your beautiful home ? well, what could be a better life for him than that?" "At the time I really felt bad making that apron for him but I couldn't let him run the household. Could I? Then, after a while he looked so natural when he wore it," Katherine defended. "As time went on, if he was doing his housework and one of the neighbors came over for coffee or something, he didn't even think of taking it off. I became the envy of the neighborhood." "Of course not, Katherine, you did the right thing," Cerise assured as she reached over to pat Colin's mother on the hand. "Katherine, how do you feel about the way I have presented him to you today? Were you shocked?" "After our phone conversation I knew I was going to see a drastically girlish change in his hairstyle. I read between the lines when we talked on the phone so his attire today wasn't that much of a surprise. We've had several days to talk about it and it is fine with Julie and me. As we all know, it isn't the first time he has been dressed in women's clothes," Katherine said referring to the instance at her home one week prior. Reaching for her Champagne flute she added, "I'm only surprised that he isn't wearing any make up." "I thought about it but we ran out of time. I think we should at least try a little face powder, eyeliner and mascara; and a little lipstick, of course ... maybe a hint of eye shadow. After all, his make up should be understated because he's not exactly going to be going to be the princess of the ball now, is he?" "A little make up would be perfect. It would definitely make him more presentable," Julie added. "You mentioned that you spanked him?" Katherine asked wanting more detail. "He lied to all of us and that put off our meeting each other for weeks. I won't tolerate any lying in my relationships and I'm still angry about that." "You spanked him just the one time then?" Julie asked. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this but he got it pretty good again this morning on the backs of his bare legs. He started to put up a fuss when I started to dress him today. I think he was upset that you were going to see him so prettily dressed and he actually argued with me when it was time to put on his camisole." "But you said he was also wearing panties?" Colin's mother asked. "Of course, but he let me put those on him willingly." "He put on a pair of panties willingly and then he objected to wearing a camisole?" Julie asked. "Can you imagine?" Cerise shrugged. "I'd love to see his lingerie," Julie hinted. "I think that's it is important if you want him to display his undies to you then that is what he must do. Just tell him to undress when he returns. In fact, tell him to do anything you want. You will not only see how compliant he is but also that I have your brother dressed as a girl from the skin out much as you had him dressed last Saturday. I've just added some things, taken away some of things ..." "Taken away some things?" the astute Katherine asked. "Let's just say he is now girlishly smooth and well groomed," Cerise said with a smile. "I had Tessa Nair his legs, chest and underarms several days ago. What an ordeal that turned out to be and all over such a little bit of hair! I had to give her my riding crop to use in case she had any serious problems with him." "Tell us, Cerise. Did she have to use it?" Julie asked. "Tessa told me that two good swats on his bare leg were all it took. The riding crop idea worked out well because until you arrived today she has kept it tucked in the waist tie of her apron while she was instructing him and I think it sure helped him listen! I have to tell you that this morning I made him shave off everything else." "Oh, come on, Cerise, you didn't!" Julie prodded. "Colette is a sissy and shouldn't have any manly hair. He doesn't have a hair on his body below his chin." This caused the almost continuously blushing Katherine to swiftly raise her hand to cover her now open mouth. "Oh, here she is ...Tessa, thank you for joining us. How is dinner coming along?" Cerise asked. "Everything is under control. I'll put my pie in the oven when I begin serving dinner. The roast is coming along nicely and will be done in about twenty minutes. If you'll please excuse me, I'd like to go straighten up the kitchen." "No, Tessa, the kitchen can wait. You are like one of the family and I'd like for you to join Katherine, Julie and me. Please take off your apron and sit with us," Cerise kindly said. "That would be lovely, Madame. My old feet are a little sore today but dinner is at a critical stage. Colette isn't capable of completely taking over yet and of course I want everything to be perfect for our honored guests. Perhaps after dinner if I may join you then," Tessa replied. "Such a jewel you are, Tessa, always thinking of others. Where is Colette? Ah at last, finally, here he is with more bubbly," Cerise cheered as Colin entered the room carrying an ice bucket filled with a fresh bottle. "Took you long enough, Colette," Julie remarked with disdain. "I'm ... uh ... I'm sorry, Miss Julie. I ... uh ... couldn't get the bottle open," he excused. "I keep forgetting how physically weak he is," Cerise mocked. As Colin served Cerise felt that she wanted to offer further explanation. Without regard to Colin being there she said, "The changes I've made early this past week have been mostly attitudinal. His activities have included brushing my hair, massaging my feet, drawing my bath, and straightening up my room. I even had him laundering my special dainties by hand. He also has been instructed by Tessa how to iron my lingerie and put it neatly away. She is teaching him to do the other household chores under her strict direction and to her satisfaction. Of course, his keeping house for you ladies made him accustomed to doing all of the regular housework. I thought it was vital that he work under the supervision of Tessa. She being the maid put him in the lowest positioning the household. In other words, he has been acting as a sort of a junior maid. I want you to know that I bought him some clothes last weekend that I'm sure he hated but I made him wear them anyway. They were all men's clothes but they have a certain 'style' to them that made him uncomfortable. I took him shopping to that section of the city where very few women hang out, if you get my drift. I bought him some hip hugger trousers and a few silk shirts. The shirts all have color coordinated flamboyant scarves to compliment them and the scarf ring I bought him had every color of the rainbow, if you get my drift. I had Tessa take him out to go grocery shopping, to the beauty supply and run some errands during the week wearing a couple of those new outfits. He wasn't happy about being dressed that way but I'm happy to report he did as he was told. That pretty much sums up our week. As you know, his hair was styled last evening and, well, here we all are! Having you come for a visit today was not only a past due event but an important part of all of this. I wanted him to serve the two of you but now in the surroundings of his new home. When I knew you were coming early in the week, I thought he should be dressed appropriately as a proper hostess. And, I decided that an ultra- feminine hair style would be just right for the occasion. Katherine, I'm so glad you approved of the idea." "Oh yes, I love his blonde curls," Colon's mother affirmed. "Come here and kneel down, Colette, let me touch your hair again." Not wanting to misshape his slacks, Colin leaned over to fulfill his mother's direction. As she toyed with his hair she said, "Whew! I can sure smell his permanent solution. Mmmm ... these are such perfectly formed ringlets ... yet they aren't stiff ... and look! ... He's had his ears pierced! Those little figures on his ear studs ... they aren't ... oh god ... they are little fairies aren't they? How cute ... it's amazing ... it must be a couple of hours now and his hair looks as if it he just had his rollers taken out. Very pretty, Honey, thank you," Colin's mother rambled patting his hair gently. Dismissing Colin Cerise said, "Colette, go see if Tessa needs any help in the kitchen. I think we have had enough bubbly and are ready for dinner. And be sure to put on one of her full aprons so you don't spot your new blouse. We'll ring for you when we are ready to be served." "You ring for him with a bell?" "Of course, and what else would I use?" Cerise giggled. After Colin had left the room Katherine said, "I'm almost surprised you don't have him wearing a nice black maid's dress, apron and matching headpiece." "I do think he would look good in a proper uniform," Julie encouraged. "It's true that Colin is a submissive and my guess is that he would, deep in his heart, love to wear one. I'm convinced that to be happy and lead a fulfilling life he needs to be in service to others. But I believe that a maid's attire is something special to his psyche and must be earned. So far, he has not been put into a skirt or a dress or anything close to it other than one of Tessa's wrap around aprons. I feel that dresses are an important feminine symbol. If he is going to wear one, I want him to ask to wear one. I want to hear the words come out of his mouth with sincerity when he asks me to put him in a dress. Hopefully, when that time comes and he makes that request, it will be to be put into a maid's dress." "Please tell us more about last night," Julie asked. "You know, last night he offered only a mild complaint when Lindsey was starting his hair styling. I silenced him and the rest of the evening went smoothly. You should have seen him massaging Lindsey's feet wearing a styling cape and his hair set in perm rods. It was hilarious," Cerise laughed. "I would love to have seen that! My brother tending to the feet of the woman that had just permed his hair," Julie cheered in wonderment. "It was an appropriate way for him to thank her and quite a sight. After his hair was up in rollers, he did Tessa's feet. I really should have taken some pictures," Cerise furthered. Then she added, "I don't think he will be content unless he is kept kneeling at the feet of the women in his life. Let's move to the dining room. We can continue to talk there," Katherine and Julie's hostess said standing up. Wanting to discuss how they might continue to prod Colin's development along, Cerise led her guests to the formal dining room. Seating herself at the head of the table and Colin's mother and sister at her left and right, she passed the crystal dinner bell to Katherine. She smiled at Cerise then across the table at her daughter, gently picked the bell up and released its chime. The kitchen door opened slowly as Tessa entered the room closely followed by Colin. He was carrying a large silver tray upon which there were three bowls of mango gazpacho soup. Tessa served from the tray as Colin followed along. "Cerise, how wonderful it is that you have invited us to dine with you! The service here is spectacular!" Julie said as she glared at her brother holding the serving tray. She was most pleased at the slight curtsey he attempted as Tessa took each of the soup bowls from him and served it. After the ladies were busy enjoying their soup, Cerise said, "Colette, there's no need for you to stand there holding an empty tray. Return it to the kitchen and when you return stand over there," she ordered pointing to an open space against the wall. As he was leaving the room he heard giggles after his mother said, "You have a wonderful staff here. Is it hard to find good help?" When he returned he took his place off to the side of the room with his hands folded in front of his apron. Cerise then proclaimed, "Yes, very difficult because when someone wants to be a part of my household they must work very hard to please me. Otherwise the relationship can't work because I am very demanding." "But you do appear to have a relaxed dress code. Tessa is properly attired for her work but Colette is dressed as if he might be joining us. It's very nice of you to be so flexible." "It's really not a matter of flexibility. Tessa and I do have high hopes that Colette will be able to work his way into a permanent position but he is still 'in training' so we will see. I hope he can become a member of my household." Hearing those words, Colin felt his knees go weak. He truly worshipped Cerise and her comment really upset him. After all, she was the only woman that ever seriously had an interest in him. Could she mean that she was thinking of removing him from her life? His eyes started to tear up just thinking about not being with her. Cerise continued, "Most people think of being a maid as being something lowly. I have the highest regard for Tessa and her work." This elicited a barely audible "Thank you, Ma'am" from Tessa who was refilling the water glasses. "Tessa is a professional in every way and she has been with us for so long I consider her to be part of the family. I feel that a maid, especially a 'ladies' maid', is a vital member of the household." "A 'ladies' maid'? Julie asked. "Yes, Julie, that is a special designation. Simply put a maid is person that handles all of the duties required to keep up a household. A ladies maid tends personally to her mistress. She takes care of all grooming no matter how intimate, helps with dressing and undressing, lays out the clothes that she has made certain are in perfect order, in other words, completely takes care of the mistress in every way. They even need to be proficient enough to do a professional manicure and pedicure as well as hair styling. In my view, they should even be sent to beauty college and be licensed." "So, you intend to send Colette to beauty school?" Katherine asked. "I hope so but that will really depend on him ... there is expense involved and I won't spend the money if it isn't going to work out." Noticing how dejected Colin looked Cerise said, "You've noticed his toes. Colette did them himself. Didn't you Sweetie?" "Oh yes Ma'am. I'm getting lots of practice!" Colin said with enthusiasm wanting to please Cerise. "Julie, I adored watching him give you your foot massage last week so I decided he would start doing that for me as well as my pedicures. I've had him practicing on his own toes all week before I will let him do mine. I think it's a powerful symbol for him to be tending to the feet of the women in his life." Wanting to state again what had happened the prior night in front of Colin, Cerise repeated, "He gave Tessa and her daughter foot massages last night in between the stages of getting his hair done. Perhaps foot massages and pedicures will be in order after dinner," Cerise offered. "Cerise, you don't mean it?" Julie asked. "Certainly I mean it. He gave Tessa a pretty good pedi last week," Cerise said and started to uncontrollably giggle. "What is it, Cerise? Please share with us." Katherine pleaded. "Just the sight of him following Tessa around last Thursday evening ... "Please Miss Tessa ... please let me give you a pedicure ... I can't do Madame Cerise's until I can do it perfectly. Please let me practice" ... and on and on until she finally agreed. He was as happy as a schoolgirl getting to go to her first slumber party. So I'm sure Colette would be happy to do that for you. Wouldn't you, Missy?" Without waiting for an answer from him she asked, "Ladies, are we ready for the salad course?" Enjoying her salad Colin's mother said, "I don't know Cerise. Colette is dressed too nicely to give us pedicures. The polish remover, the nail polish, he would risk ruining his pretty new clothes." "That's true; I think we had better forget it." "No, please," Colin uttered. "Colette, you should speak only when spoken to. Was there something you wanted to say?" "Uh ... no Ma'am, I'm sorry for interrupting." Cerise could tell from the tone of his apology that she was making progress toward her goal. As dinner progressed, there were many opportunities for Colin to help Tessa serve but, because he was dressed 'inappropriately' for serving in the formality of the dining room he was allowed to only stand idly by and watch while Tessa served dinner to the ladies. After dinner was finished, Colin appreciated being allowed to help Tessa clear the dishes from the table but when that chore was finished her was told to return to his position off to the side of the room. "That may be one of the finest meals I've ever had!" Julie said. "Thank you, Julie, but, we owe it all to Tessa. Her culinary talents are something special, aren't they? I don't know what I would do without her. Shall we have our coffee and dessert in the parlor? Tessa will be joining us and I'm sure she is tired and will be more comfortable there." "That would be nice. I'd like to hear more of her training Colette this week. I hope she is pleased with him and not getting frustrated," Katherine stated. As the three ladies walked to the living room with Colin following closely behind, Julie asked, "As much as I want Tessa to join us, do you think Colette will be able to serve us properly? I'd hate to think he might spill some coffee or something and stain his new clothes," she added almost whimsically. The thought of standing idly by watching Tessa serve these special ladies was getting to be more than Colin could bear. "That's a good thought, Julie. I don't know what ..." Cerise started to say before Colin interrupted. "Madame Cerise may I ..." he managed to say. "May you what?" Cerise answered sharply now seated with her guests. "I would be privileged to serve you and your guests dessert. Please may I ..." "I don't think so Colette. I really shouldn't have had you serve our Champagne. The odds are that you might have spilled something and ruin your pretty new clothes," Cerise shot back. "Please Madame Cerise, please may I ... may I ... may I ...," was all he managed to say before dropping to his knees in front of Cerise and putting his head of blonde curls in her lap crying. "What is it, Honey? Tell us what's wrong. Don't cry ... big boys don't cry," she comforted plucking at his curls with her fingers. "You should be happy now. Youi have such pretty clothes and such pretty hair ... " He calmed down enough to get out the words in almost a whisper, "I want to wear a proper maid's dress and serve you and Mother and Miss Julie, " making the three ladies exchanged looks of satisfaction. "I don't know Colette, you are not a maid. That's a big responsibility and I'm not sure you are ready for it. You have so much to learn before you can be a maid! And where am I going to get a maid's dress for you at this late hour?" Katherine and Julie were astounded at the speed with which things were developing. They had just heard Colin literally begging to wear a maid's dress and act as their servant. "Last week Tessa showed me some old uniforms of hers that she ... (sniff) ...said didn't fit her anymore. Please may I try to wear one? I'll work hard and learn to be a good maid for you, please Madame Cerise, please ..." he managed to say before starting to sob once again. "There, there sissy, you have had a hard day haven't you," Cerise said continuing to pull gently at his curls. "Tell me, Colette, do you like the way I have had your hair styled?" "Sniff ... sniff ... it only matters that my hair pleases you, Madame Cerise. That's all that matters," he sobbed. "You have a great deal to learn, my prissy boy, but you sure have the right attitude. There will be lots of hard work and attention to detail. You will have to learn all about housekeeping and fashion and hairdressing and sewing; not to mention embroidery and crocheting. There will be no idle hands for you. Is this what you really want?" "Oh yes, Ma'am, more than anything. Please let me stay here with you forever and be your maid ..." In an odd way it was a touching scene, so much so that it brought a tear to Katherine's eye. As all of this was unfolding, Tessa, having removed her apron, finally joined the group sitting down in an available chair. Realizing that something special was going on by not wanting to interfere, she offered "The coffee is brewing and the pie is out of the oven and is cooling so it can be served. Do you want me to ...?" "No, Tessa, I don't think so. I would like you to supervise Colette. He wants to serve us dessert and coffee but we have to take care of something first. Colette, do you have something to ask Tessa?" Fighting to hold back tears he raised his head from Cerise's lap and timidly said, "Miss Tessa, you showed me some of your uniforms that were too small for you. I really want to serve dessert to you ladies but I am not properly dressed. May I please borrow one of your uniforms for the evening? I'll take good care of it!" he assured still kneeling on the floor.. "Oh Colette, you are such a sweet little Nancy boy! You want to borrow one of my dresses? Well isn't that darling? Of course you can, dear. Why don't we leave these ladies alone and we'll see what old Tessa can find for you. Let's check that pie in the oven on the way back to my room. You are so cute I could just eat you up; wanting to wear one of my old uniforms!" Tessa happily said taking Colin by the hand and leading him to the rear of the house. "Hurry like gazelles you two! Don't keep us waiting!" Cerise said in a raised voice as the two disappeared into the kitchen. "I can't believe what I just heard!" Julie chimed. "It was only a matter of time. I told you that being a maid servant is what he wants deep in his heart," Cerise confidently said "When I think of all of the time we wasted. How nice it would have been to have him waiting on us that way," Katherine sadly said. "We can't change the past, we can only look to the future," Cerise consoled. A short time later, Tessa and a smiling Colin, now more than ever worthy to be called 'Colette' because of the way he was dressed, returned. "There's my dear boy! You look so pretty and happy in your nice black dress! And, yes ... I see ... I think I even see a hint of a little make up! Look Julie, his lipstick is perfect. That pale pink is so nice and understated- just as a serving girl's should be. Don't his blonde curls contrast nicely with black? I think black is definitely his color!" Katherine prattled. Then added, "And those cuffs and the collar, they are such a bright white. Tessa, getting them to look so crisp must have taken a lot of starch!" "I see that you found everything all right, Tessa," Cerise stated noticing the new things she had purchased for him- sensible black work shoes with a two inch heel, grey hosiery and a hint of the pure white lace slip peeking out from the skirt of his uniform dress. Unseen was the delicate garter belt that was holding up his nylons. "Yes, Ma'am," Tessa said with a wink. "Turn around and show the ladies your dress, Colette." As he slowly turned around for their inspection, he listened for further comments. "I think you did well, Tessa. But the dress looks a little tight across his plump derriere and of course he has nothing to fill out the bust line. Can you tailor it?" "Oh, yes Ma'am. It's a little tight in the seat but it will be fine for this evening because it doesn't look like he'll be doing any sitting," Tessa said making the ladies giggle. "May I serve you now, Madame Cerise?" "No, of course you cannot, Colette. Do you think you are properly attired for serving? What can be going through that head of yours? Come, come now, you need a ..." Cerise scolded with a long pause prompting him to answer. "I need to be wearing a proper apron, Madame Cerise. Tessa said the apron that goes with this dress was worn out ages ago. What will I do?" he said thoughtful but worried. "I think your mother has a surprise for you, Colette. Katherine, if you please ... I think the time has come." Cerise orchestrated. "Yes, by all means, Cerise, I'll get my bag." Katherine said returning momentarily with a small department store shopping bag. "Colette, I made this for you," his mother said handing him a white lace and ruffled object. "Except for the fact that this one is white, it's identical to the one that I made for you years ago so I know it will fit you perfectly. We don't need to show it off now but at the bottom of my bag is a pink one just like the one you wore when you were home." "Julie, since you are his sister and were the one that dressed him in ladies' clothing the first time on that Halloween years ago, I think it is appropriate that you help him with the apron to go his first maid's uniform. Be sure to tie a nice tight bow at the back. Colette, you will need to practice and practice that. I don't want to ever see you with a sloppy bow at the back of your uniform." "Yes, Ma'am, I understand," he quietly said. "That's such a pretty new apron for my pretty new maid. And so special that his Mommy made it for him. We must get you an assortment of aprons so you can save that one for special occasions. One more thing, Colette, and I think you will be ready to serve us. Katherine, this part requires some ceremony so please be patient with me. Colette, kneel down on the floor in front of your mother. Katherine, will you please stand." Colette of course complied and Cerise asked, "Who gives this willing servant to his new Mistress?" "We do Madame Cerise. His sister, Julie, and I, Katherine, his mother, present Colin to you, from this day forward to answer to the name 'Colette'," Katherine atoned formally. Julie thought about sitting down but realized the serious nature of the moment and remained standing. "Here Colette, unwrap this package and remove what you find there," Cerise ordered handing him an elegantly wrapped package all tied up with a pink satin bow. "Do you know what that is?" she asked him after his shaking hands finally got his present open. "No Ma'am," he answered. "That is a headpiece for you to wear with your uniform. I will position it on your head and your mother will then pin it to your curls. See the white hair pins on the card inside? You will need four of them. Hand the headpiece to your mother and one of the hair pins. Very nice," she said positioning it on top of his head. As Colin's mother secured the headpiece with one of the Bobbie pins Cerise said, "Oh yes ... very good, Katherine ... and now another hair pin over here, we want it nice and secure ... and another here ... and lastly here ...that's perfect. With this headpiece you have now been crowned by your mother to be my maid! To seal your acceptance of your new position lean and kiss your mother's shoes to thank her for what she has done!" "Thank you, Mommy, thank you so much," the now trembling Colette said and then, due to the tight fabric of the dress surrounding his bottom and the tight strings of his apron, Colette struggled to lean down far enough to kiss the bows adorning his mother's high heel pumps. The goings on before her touched Cerise's heart but when she saw Colette's womanly bottom pushing up into the air wiggling as he struggled to get down far enough to kiss his mother's shoes, a passion arose in the depths of her moistness thinking about the plans she had later to consummate their relationship in the privacy of her bedroom. "Katherine, please, now he needs to pay respect to his sister," Cerise insisted making Katherine step back. "Julie, please take your mother's place in front of Colette," Cerise said reaching for Julie's hand to guide her in place. "Now, what do you have to say to your sister, sissy boy?" Cerise asked. Colette looked up at his sister and said looking into her eyes, "Thank you for helping me into my apron, Miss Julie. And thank you for suggesting that Mother make me my first apron years ago. I will always be grateful." "You are very welcome. It was my pleasure," Julie responded. "That was very nice Colette. And now what do you do?" his mother asked. Colette than leaned over placing a tender kiss on the toe of each of his sister's high heels giving Cerise another view of his plump rear intensifying her passion. "Colette, arise and enter your new life!" Cerise announced triumphantly steadying him as she led him to his feet. "Tessa let's celebrate with coffee and dessert and then some of the finest Cognac!" Cerise cheerily said. "Remember what I said earlier. He is to serve so you can just relax." The ladies sat and Tessa with Colette slightly ahead of he were heading for the kitchen. As they neared the kitchen, Tessa whispered something to Colette causing him to rush back to the living room. Standing in front of Cerise he said, "Thank you so much, Madame Cerise. May I be excused to serve you ladies dessert now?" "Yes, you may, Colette," she answered and after a deep near perfect curtsey he turned to join Tessa in the kitchen. Tessa and Colette retrieved a serving cart filled with coffee, a freshly baked pie, and Cognac. Tessa, anxious to be served with the other ladies took her place with the others but watched closely as Colette carefully poured the coffee asking each how they wanted it prepared. "You should know that by now!" Tessa scolded. "Yes, Miss Tessa, I think I do. I'm just being positive, please pardon me." "Tessa, it has been an eventful evening. I would like to make it a memorable one for you also. I have been thinking, I think it time for you to retire ...." "Please Miss Cerise, I know I'm getting older but I can still hold up my duties! Where will I go, what will I ... please don't put me 'out to pasture'." Tessa said with upset. "My dear, you completely misunderstand. I want you to stay on here but more as a member of the household rather than the staff. Your housing, food and other needs are to be taken care of. You have meant so much to the family over the years that Mother, Father and I want you to live here for the rest of your days. If you want to move out of your quarters at the back of the house and into one of the upstairs suites, you are more than welcome. I know how much you love to cook so I want you to feel free to continue with as much of that part of your former duties as you wish. You can teach Colette to do all of the shopping and preparation work. He will learn from you that way. He, of course, will do the entire kitchen clean up. Here, this is a formal letter of thanks from my family and a handsome check," Cerise said handing Tessa an envelope. "Feel free to use the money on anything you wish but perhaps you may want to buy some new clothes because your days in black dresses and white aprons are over. You will need to dress appropriately for your new role and that will be that of mentor to the new maid." Tessa was at a loss for words. "Miss Cerise ..." was all she could utter before going to her former boss in tears of joy and hugging her. As the evening went on, dessert was eventually finished and Colette served Cognac to the ladies. "Now ladies, who wants to be first?" Cerise asked comfortably from her chair. "If you are referring to our foot massages, I think it should be Tessa. She has worked the hardest today," Julie suggested. "Please, no, Colette just massaged my feet last night," Tessa begged off. "Tessa, that doesn't matter. You are welcome to use the household maid as you wish for any service you wish and whenever you wish. Colette, get the warm lotion and get started on Tessa's feet," Cerise ordered. The ladies were chatting away when Colette returned with the warm lotion kneeling in front of Tessa, the household's former maid and now his superior. "Colette, you will have to remove my panty hose," Tessa instructed standing up and gathering her dress up out of the way exposing her meaty thighs. Colette was staring at the hefty Tessa towering over him. "Take my hose down, ninny!" she ordered. "You sure seem to be getting the hang of this, Tessa. Colette, carefully slip your fingers inside the waistband and pull off her support hose. Be careful not to disturb her panties," Katherine told her son. "That's a very good girl," she added add he did so. As Colette pulled Tessa's pantyhose down he was overtaken by the almost overpowering musky scent of the older woman. "Ah, there now, that does feel good," Tessa said as Colette proceeded to massage her feet once more. "I could get used to this," she added. Then looking down at him she said triumphantly, "I told you that you would make a good maid. You're inexperienced right now but I'll have you trained soon enough." "And he will learn from you, Tessa, he will. Do you want him to do your toenails?" Cerise asked. "I think maybe some other time. I don't want to hog all of his attention and besides, he just did them a few days ago," she answered. As Colette finished massaging Tessa's feet he was told that his mother would be next. Before moving into position in front of his mother was sitting, he gave each of Tessa's feet an affectionate kiss." Very nice touch, prissy boy, very nice," Tessa complimented. Katherine was wearing knee highs so Colette's job of removing her stockings was much easier. As Colette cared for his mother's feet, Cerise said, "Colette, you will launder Tessa's pantyhose and your mother's knee highs and have them ready by morning. You should have offered that already. Anything else you ladies want washed just put on the floor outside your room and our laundry service will pick it up before he goes to bed and have it ready for you by morning," causing the group to giggle once again. As more Cognac was consumed, the hour grew late and Katherine started to doze while her son was finishing massaging her feet. She woke up startled being immediately unfamiliar with her surroundings. "Oh, I must have dozed off and really need to go to bed. I have a standing appointment at the beauty shop at 11:00 for a wash and set so Julie and I will need to be on the road early." Cerise waited a few moments then rose from her chair approaching the unsuspecting Colette. He jumped when she touched his hair moving it to expose his ear but was told to hold still. "Ouch!" he cried as her finger flicked the edge of his ear. "What did your mother just say?! Were you not listening?" Cerise told him. "Uh ... yes ... uh ... Mother said she had an appointment to have her hair done," he answered. "You must learn to think, Colette, think." After giving it thought he realized what he should have said and offered, "Mother, please don't go home early. Please stay and let me wash and set your hair for you. I don't really know how but maybe Tessa will show me, please, will you Tessa ...please. I don't want my Mommy to go." "That would be very nice, Colette. If Tessa is willing ..." Katherine answered. "I'd be happy to. It's heartwarming that our sweet little flower wants to do his mother's hair. I was going to wash and set my hair before bed tonight so after he does his mother's he can also do mine!" Tessa gladly said. "Then it's settled. We'll have a relaxing morning followed by some beauty shop time right out there in the kitchen. Colette can even do those pedicures we talked about while you ladies are under the dryer," Cerise proclaimed. Julie decided not to have her brother massage her feet but opted to have him brush her hair instead. This action always relaxed her and she too started to doze. It was readily agreed that they should all retire to bed. Everyone headed for their rooms taking with them a fresh pour of Cognac. Colette's mother and sister were shown their rooms upstairs and Tessa retired to her room at the rear of the house. .Especially the older Tessa and Katherine were soon in a deep comatose like sleep. Julie, however, was in her room readying herself for bed when there was a gentle knock at her door. "Julie, may I come in?" Cerise's whisper said. "Please, yes, come in," Julie said moving to open the door. "Julie, I have a favor to ask," Cerise said entering the room.. "Oh, please Cerise, I'm happy to do anything ...," Julie said before being interrupted. "Before I ask you, I need to know how ... how can I put this? ... are you sexually vaery open minded?" "As much as the next girl I guess; remember I'm a big girl now and I went to college," Julie said crossing her arms over her breasts. "I have one more little ceremony to perform with our Nancy-boy tonight and I want you to be part of it. Are you game?" Cerise asked. After explaining what she generally had in mind and getting an affirmative answer from Colette's sister, Cerise said, "Then come to my room down at the end of the hall in about a half an hour. It's the only room with double doors. Bring your Cognac and we'll keep the party going." "I'll be there; this should be something to see!" Cerise heard Julie say before returning to her master bedroom suite. Back in her master bedroom suite ... (Author's note: see warning above) "That's very good Colette. You have followed my instructions to the letter. That virginal white baby doll is precious on you. I love the white faux fur trim at the bottom. It makes you look like a present all wrapped up for me. Let's see, nylons perfect, heeled mules strapped on ... but you do look a little silly with the headpiece from your maid's ensemble still on. But, I like what it symbolizes so we'll leave it. Let me see your lips ... very good a nice thick coating of lipstick. I love that bright berry color with your blonde hair. Now, one more thing and you'll help your Mistress undress," Cerise said entering her closet. "Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you," she said as Colin felt something being fastened around his neck. "It's a collar, my pet, a pretty white collar with rhinestones along the length of each edge. I picked it up at the pet store for you. It even has a name tag. Do you want to know what I had engraved there?" she teased. "Please Madame Cerise, please ... "he begged excitedly. "It says "Colette, 'Softy', and then there's a space on one side and on the other side it has our address and the house phone number." "That's wonderful, Madame Cerise. May I ask a question" he asked. "I'll bet you want to know why I left a space there," she answered making him nod. Continuing she explained, "That's where my last name goes if this all works out for us. You will take my last name if we end up getting married." "Really," he beamed. "Yes, my pet, really," she assured reaching behind his left ear into his hair with her fingertips and scratching him there. "Now help me undress." As Colette undressed Cerise, he wondered what would be in store for him during the rest of the evening. He quickly had her naked with the exception of her panties so he knelt down to accomplish that. Now it was the odor of Cerise's passion that struck his senses as he removed her dainties. "It wasn't it a wonderful day, Colette? Can you tell how excited I am?" "Oh yes Ma'am." He replied studying he glistening pubic hair. "Then what should you be doing without being asked?" she prompted causing him to lean forward to put his extended tongue into her womanhood. After entwining her fingers in his hair, she pulled his mouth more tightly to her tenderness. As he expertly licked her she said, "Oh that does feel nice. I have been thinking of this for hours. You know what, my pet? I'm going to have your tongue pierced. Yes, I noticed at the tattoo parlor they even have one tongue stud that has a little model penis shaped ball on it that would make this activity feel so, so much better ... oh, yes ... that's right, take my clit between your lips and suck on it ... oh my, you do that so well ... I think having something like that pierced into your tongue might even cause you lisp a little. Wouldn't that be cute? All right, that's enough for now. Go and get my black gown," she ordered pushing his head away. Colette then helped Cerise into a short plain black nylon spaghetti strap nightie when she went to a drawer in her cavernous closet returning with what appeared to be a leather panty with a metal ring mounted at the front making Colette wonder... "Hold this for me, Colette. Very good, now buckle the straps at the sides. Perfect, we're almost ready ..." she said as Julie softly knocked and entered startling Colette. "Oh, sweet brother, you are oh so pretty kneeling before your mistress. I just love your nightie. And a fancy dog collar, how sweet," she said making hum blush as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I plan on taking my time this evening, Julie. I am going to savor this experience," Cerise said making Colette more nervous by the minute. "Of course but please Cerise; I can't wait to see how you have his little manhood trussed. I've been trying to imagine it all day! I assume he's wearing a chastity device of some sort but I have never actually seen one," Julie said. "We can do that much. Colette, lie down on the bed." "Please no, Madame Cerise," he cried embarrassed. "Is my hair brush still downstairs or did you remember to bring it up after you brushed your sister's hair?" "No, please, Madame Cerise, I'll be good," he begged lying down on the bed but it was too late. Julie watched as Cerise rushed in and out of her bathroom returning with her hairbrush then did the same visiting her closet briefly with something in her other hand. A quick hard slap to each thigh made Colette jump and yelp. "Open your mouth!" she yelled at him. She showed Julie what appeared to be an adult pacifier except that instead of a rubber teat as there would be on an infant's, there was a very realistic looking penis. "Suck on that and keep quiet!" she ordered putting it in his mouth." Very good, now keep sucking that nice little dick in your mouth while we get your panties down," Cerise ordered exposing him to his sister. "That's remarkable, he looks like a real girl," Julie remarked examining the area between his legs. "It is ingenious. Look at this," Cerise said holding open his 'labia' exposing the sheath that encased his little penis. "These lips are actually his scrotum. His little penis is held down in there in that metal tube. Do you see it? There is a chain attached to it on the underside and it goes between his cheeks to his bottom where it is attached to a ring that's molded into his butt plug. You know, I don't like the way his scrotum looks though. It looks a little ragged and not completely realistic. I think I can have it surgically trimmed back to make it more taught. Then it will look like more natural vaginal lips when he's so nicely bound up," she explained. "Roll over, missy, and put your fanny in the air. I'm going to remove your plug," Cerise told him. "Julie, please grab a couple of tissues. I'm going to hand it to you when I get it out. After I give it to you, just put it in the bathroom so he can clean it later." Having removed his butt plug, Cerise handed it to Julie placing it in the Kleenex. Julie, noticing its shape said, "Oh my! Look at that! All this time it's like he's been made love to by a man's penis! No wonder he struts his ass back and fort so much!" Then she added, "I can't believe it's in the shape of a cock. My girlie brother actually likes having a cock up his bottom? That's too good; wait until I tell my friends. And his pacifier, they're going to be howling when they hear about that!" Returning from the bathroom, Julie wanted to look her brother in the face and asked him, "Are you doing all right, Colette? Is Cerise's little maid enjoying sucking on that penis in your mouth?" Julie asked tugging on the pacifier ring. "He sure is sucking on that thing! But he looks kind of out of it and almost sad. Is he O.K., Cerise?" Julie asked studying the look on Colette's face. "He's fine. I know he enjoys sucking on that thing but his look is mostly because of the emptiness in his rear end. He's grown to love having that thing in his bottom. In fact I'd even have to say he's become very fond of it," Cerise said of the now bright red Colette. "Now let's get your little tube off. Oh, I almost forgot. Julie, come and look at this." Cerise said pointing to his left cheek. "Oh how nice, that's such a pretty little flower!" Julie exclaimed noting the decoration on Colette's left butt cheek. Looking more closely she asked, "Why does it say 'Softy' underneath it?" "Tell her, Softy. Tell Miss Julie about your tattoo." "Softy?" Julie asked again. "It's another nickname I have for him. We'll tell you about it, won't we Softy. Julie, would you please take his pacifier out of his mouth so he can talk," Cerise asked then playfully slapped his bottom. "I got it three days ago; it still hurts a little but isn't it nice!" Colette said shyly but also a little proud. "Don't be embarrassed. Go ahead and tell your sister what kind of flower it is. Tell her how you had to explain to the nice man at the tattoo parlor what kind of flower you wanted tattooed on your bottom and why," Cerise coaxed. By now Cerise was lightly tickling the globes of Colin's rear with the tips of her fingernails. Occasionally she would run her finger up and down his crack. "See, I told you," she mouthed to Julie as Colin wiggled his derriere letting Cerise know that he wanted her to go further. "We're waiting, Softy. Repeat the little speech you practiced and gave for the nice man at the tattoo parlor. He sure did like you from the moment he met you that day. But, you know that was before you had your hair done up so pretty. I'll bet he would love your blonde curls and I'll bet he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you if he saw you now. After you pulled down your panties for him I'm surprised he could even do your tattoo for you since he was shaking so badly," she said reaching down inside herself to moisten her fingers. Using her own natural lubricant she then continued probing deeper into his crack. "Mmmm," he moaned as Cerise entered his rosebud with one of her fingers. "Sir, my name is Softy and I want a tattoo right here," he said pointing to the now decorated spot. "That's right. And what did you say when he asked you what kind of tattoo you wanted? He asked you if you wanted an eagle, or a skull and crossbones or something silly like that. What did you say?" she said now moving her finger in and out of him. "Oh, oh, oh no," he murmured as Cerise removed her finger. "I know, I know you like this, but continue with your story ...," then Cerise pointed to a tube of KY jelly that was on the nightstand. Julie opened the tube and spread a large drop on Cerise's fingers. "Oh yes!" the excited Colin's said each time as over the next minutes Cerise entered his opening with one finger, then two then three fingers. "I said ... oh, that feels so good, Miss Cerise ... thank you so much ... I said "Mr. Smitty, I'd like the tattoo of a flower, please. Is it possible for you to do a pansy? That's my favorite flower and Miss Cerise's favorite, too! And if it's not too much trouble, could you put my name under it?" he said moving his knees a little farther apart. Colin was silent now concentrating on his mistress's fingers moving in and out of him. "I thought that's what that was. How perfect, a pansy tattoo for a pansy. How did you feel when you were on Mr. Smitty's tattoo table?" Julie asked. "Oh no, Mr. Smitty told me he wanted to tattoo me while I lay across his lap, Miss Julie." "Oh, that's nice. Did it hurt or were you a brave little girl?" she asked. "I only cried a little at the beginning. Then Madame Cerise gave me my pacifier to suck on and I felt much better," he responded. "Now, Colette roll back over and spread your legs so we can get your little tube off.," his Mistress ordered removing her fingers. Without the chain and butt plug holing him back, his little member was soon in a more 'normal' position. Cerise unhooked the clasp of the chastity tube freeing him completely. "There's my sweet little peanut!" she said squeezing his penis gently between the tips of her fingers. "Look Julie, it isn't even long enough to hang down. Your little boy sized scrotum is underneath there somewhere and that always makes me a little sad. I much more prefer the more girlish look for you, Colette. But Julie, you have to admit his pee-pee is the cutest little thing. Especially