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Stephanie's New Friends By Susan Day This is a story of a chat over tea in the parlour with Penelope Primrose, usually known as 'Auntie'. Stephanie is one of Auntie's girls, who comes to visit regularly for tea. Today she is telling Auntie's maid how she became Stephanie. Stephen tried to convince the shop assistant that he was looking for lingerie for his wife, but the shop assistant knew better. Before he knew what was happening, she had persuaded him to come home with her after work. There, he finds a transvestite husband and a pretty dress for himself. He started to visit regularly, dressing up with his friends. Then things start to change, he becomes more of a housewife, often chained to his work. One day, a surprise awaits as a steamy lesbian session dissolves into one of pain and punishment for another one of their friends. (number four in a series of chats) -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- As I gently rocked in my favourite chair by the parlour fire, my maid, Violet, cut the cake she had made for tea. Arranged on the best bone china, on the small table with the best Nottingham lace tablecloth, the tea was all made by her fair hands and looked fit for a queen. In fact, it was being served for a princess. My niece, Stephanie, came to visit one afternoon each fortnight, with the permission of her mistress. Stephanie would play the piano for me and sing sweetly. Her playing was improving since her new teacher had taken her in hand. I do wish she would practise more, though. I suppose those manicured nails and lace gloves made it difficult sometimes, but her dulcet tones made up for any mistakes in her playing. Today, my baby grand piano sat quiet, polished and alone in the corner beneath the portraits of my nieces. As a tradition, one of my girls, Angelique, painted a beautiful portrait of each new butterfly as she displayed her pretty wings. There they hung, beautiful and perfect, held by golden frames like gilded cages, looking down on Auntie's parlour where each of them had been to tea in her turn. Today, I thought it would be good for Stephanie to tell Violet her story. Violet had been a little worried lately about how long she would keep her youthful girlish looks and whether I would continue to need her as my maid. I had asked a couple of the girls to put her mind to rest. Once a girl is mine, she stays mine - no matter how far she travels from me. Her portrait on my wall, her loving letters in a scented box on the drawer, her pretty face always in my heart. Stephanie was wearing a pretty yellow gingham dress over a white blouse with puffed sleeves. Her layered white and yellow petticoats were arranged perfectly over her white stockinged legs, daintily and perfectly poised, knees together, as she sat. Her yellow Mary Jane shoes matched her little clutch bag which she held in her lace gloved hands, carefully crossed across her lap. I loved her mistress' choice of hairstyle with a fringe, long blonde ringlets with a large yellow bow at the back. She always made Stephanie wear a little too much blusher for my liking, but it did give her a very shy and girly look. Perhaps she knew best. Violet put a plate with a slice of cake on the small round table next to Stephanie's chair. She topped up her tea, put the silver pot back on the table and sat down. Stephanie thanked her but, apart from that, nothing was said. I looked up from my embroidery, over the top of my glasses, at the maid, who looked very nervous. It was not often she was allowed to sit in the parlour. She would normally be expected either to leave with a curtsey or to wait in the corner until spoken to. She was also out of uniform, which must have made her feel a little uneasy. I often think my maids hide behind their uniforms, which give them comfort and confidence. Today, though, I was embroidering her name on a new white lace edged apron to go with a beautiful silk dress hanging behind the door and ready for her to try on. When I embroidered a girls name, I always liked to put it around my signature primroses. It took a long time and a great deal of care but it does serve to show my girls how much I care for them. I liked to match the colour of the thread to the dress - and the dress, of course, was violet. Violet looked sweet in her pink angora cardigan and white pleated skirt. It had been a good idea to put her hair up in a bun to show off her pink velvet choker. A little vanity of mine was that my girls wore chokers with a small cameos of yours truly. It does show their ownership even though it is sometimes like looking at a postage stamp when I kiss them on the neck or cheek. She had wanted to wear pink PVC thigh boots and cried when I told her they would look silly. I scolded her and gave her a smack on the legs then she settled down and we compromised on a pair of ruched suede ankle boots - in pink of course. But there they were; two of my sweetest girls, silent, feminine and with their little secrets tidied away tightly beneath their silk knickers. "Thank you, Violet," I said. "make yourself comfortable. Stephanie, you may begin. And do help yourselves to tea as you like, dears - daintily." "Yes, mistress," said Violet. "Thank you, Auntie," said Stephanie, looking towards Violet and waiting for her to start. Violet took a sip of her tea, with her little finger held daintily as I had taught her. As she put the cup back on the saucer, I noticed a trace of her pale pink lipstick on the cup. I made a mental note to scold her about that later. Meanwhile, I returned to my embroidery while Stephanie began. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- I made some new friends a while ago and they've changed my life. I am having such a wonderful time I wish everyone could be so happy. I met them while I was in a department store looking at ladies' lingerie. A plump but very pleasant shop assistant had offered to help me choose something. I tried to convince her I was buying something for my wife, but she seemed to know almost instantly that I was really looking for something for myself. She had a soft but firm voice which made me at ease and stopped me from rushing out of the store in a panic. She stayed with me and showed me some of the sexier items. She held some up against herself and asked me how I thought she'd look in them. She held some of them up against me for a moment, saying she was only teasing. I eventually chose a bra and french knickers set in peach with lace trim. She took them from me, put them back and looked along the rail for some more in the same colour. "These are more your size," she said and marched me off to the cash desk. She wrapped them up, took my money and handed me the bag. "Would you like to try them on?" she whispered. "N ... no," I stuttered, embarrassed. "No thank you". "Not here, silly," she said sternly. "The store is closing soon and, if you wait for me next to the staff entrance, you can pop back to my place and try them on in private. Now I won't take 'no' for an answer so off you go now." And she hustled me away as another customer had just walked in. I took the lift to the ground floor and wondered what to do. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- "Do continue, dear," I said. Stephanie had paused looking for approval. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- I don't know what drove me but I was so excited I decided to wait. I found the back entrance and waited for ages. Then the doors opened and, first in a rush, then in dribs and drabs, the staff came out. I was beginning to give up hope when my shop assistant came out. She looked at me and smiled. "So I was right." she said quietly. "Yes," I mumbled. Just then, a car horn beeped and a car pulled up next to us. The shop assistant opened the back door and told me to get in. When I hesitated, she grabbed my arm and said, "Get in, silly!" I stumbled in and saw, to my horror, a man in the front. I half- expected it to be another woman. The shop assistant got in the front and introduced us. "I'm Diana," she said, "and this is my dear husband, James, or as he likes to be called, Jane. And who might you be?" It was too late to leave as the car had pulled away. So I just said "My name is Stephen. Look, this is just some ghastly mistake. Could you just drop me at the next corner?" "No mistake I assure you," she said. "You seem like exactly the right person and I'd like you to come to my house to find out". "But won't James, er Jane, er your husband mind?" I asked. "Don't flatter yourself too much, my dear," she laughed. "I'm not taking you to bed yet! No, my husband likes to dress up and I felt it was about time he had a playmate to join him in his little games. As for whether he minds, well he just speaks when he's spoken to and does as he's told, don't you Jane dear?" "Yes mistress," her husband replied. "Now you just relax and don't worry," Diana said, patting me on the knee. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine and you'll have a lovely time." On the way home, she told me about her husband. He owned a small jewellery and watch repair shop. I knew it. It was very small and pokey. He worked there each day alone then picked his wife up to go home. It suited her because she collected clocks and he repaired many of the antiques she brought in. It suited him as she was able to buy any number of feminine things for him. She found out about his little habit years ago and applied for the job because of it. As the years went by, her husband had become more submissive and servile and had become her 'housewife' in the home. At the weekends, she would visit antique fairs and dealers and he would go fishing. "I go fishing too," I said. "You see," she answered. "You have so much in common already." -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- "Jane makes those cameos for me, Violet. That's where we met," I said. Stephanie smiled and continued. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- I was feeling very relaxed when we drew up to their house. It was a small bungalow on the edge of a hill. Diana explained that there were two floors below it around the back as the garden sloped away so steeply. Her husband held the door for us as we went in. Then, he took off his coat, kicked off his shoes and, while Diana helped me off with my coat, took down his trousers took his hat off and shook out the flowing locks of a long blonde wig. As I stood there in awe, he put his things away tidily in the cloakroom and took out a pair of high-heeled black court shoes. "Well, what do you think?" asked Diana. Her husband had been wearing a maid's uniform under his coat all along. He straightened out the slightly creased black dress, made sure the white frilly pinny was neat and took out a small mob cap which he put on his blonde locks. He curtsied and said, "Welcome to our house, sir." "Fantastic!" was all I could say. "I don't know about her calling you 'sir', though," said Diana. "Jane!" she said to her maid. "Go and make up your face. Then put the dinner on. Set an extra place, we have a guest. Meanwhile, we will go and find somewhere to put this nice underwear our new friend has bought." "Where are you thinking of putting it?" I asked. "On you, silly," she laughed. As her maid scurried away, she took me downstairs. She explained her house was a bit upside down with the lounge and kitchen upstairs and the bedrooms down. When I asked her about the other floor below, she told me that was special and I was to wait. She led me into a plush bedroom. Laying out my new underwear on the bed, she told me to undress and put my clothes away in the wardrobe. While I did that, she found a slip which matched my things, a white suspender belt and stockings and told me to dress. I did this willingly and, she said, rather expertly as if I was used to doing it. She showed me several wardrobes full of Jane's clothes and said I would be sharing many of them. But I was never to touch the big wardrobe opposite the bed. She said we would have a lot of fun dressing up together. When I had the underwear on, she put some small pads into the bra, then she slipped a white cotton dress on me. She tied it round the waist with a pink sash, then told me to step into some pink strappy sandals and sit down at the dressing table. Everything fitted so well. She told me it was her maid's and that it was no accident that we were the same size. Working in the clothing trade, she had become quite good at estimating peoples' sizes. She made my face up and slipped another blond wig on me, pinning it carefully. "Voila!," she announced. I looked into the mirror and was very pleased. "And what do we call you, pretty girl?" she asked. I went to the wardrobe and took out of my pocket a folded magazine with a photo of a girl called Stephanie on it. I explained that I liked the name and Diana said that from now on it was mine. She also reminded me that, while her husband was dressed as her wife, I was to call her Jane. -- oOo -- Jane gasped when we went into the dining room. She looked at me and smiled. I gasped too when I saw Jane. She had made her face up and was now very pretty. Jane showed me to my place at the table and poured the wine. "Dinner is nearly ready," she said. It was then I noticed the clocks all round the room. "The time!" I said. "I will have to be home soon." "Wouldn't you like to just phone home and say you'll be late? Tell her you bumped into a chap who shares your hobby." "I can't do that," I panicked. "She doesn't know". "I mean the fishing," she laughed. So I stood there in my frilly undies and white dress with pink shoes and told my wife I was talking about fishing with a friend I'd met. "I suppose you'll be ages then," she said. "Do you want me to leave a meal for when you get in?" I told her I'd eat at the pub and she said to enjoy myself and that she'd wanted to watch a film anyway. So Jane, Diana and I had a lovely meal and talked about all sorts of things. Diana asked if I'd like to visit them and dress up and play a woman's role. She suggested Jane and I arranged to go fishing occasionally and came here instead. They had all sorts of things I could wear and all sorts of games we could play. All I had to do was agree that Diana was the mistress and I had to be her servant along with Jane. Needless to say, I agreed. -- oOo -- >From then on, I arranged frequent fishing trips. It wasn't too difficult to get away. My wife had decided to start pottery classes and had met some girls who played in a skittles league. So some nights she was out and some nights I was. We still were quite happy. Diana dressed me in all sorts of pretty dresses and the most gorgeous underwear. We would cuddle up on the sofa, three girls together and watch old weepy films. Jane stopped wearing her maid's outfit and dressed very prettily. Then one night, when Jane had been teaching me to knit, Diana asked if Jane would make us a bit of supper. "I'll do that," I said and jumped up. "I know where everything is." Diana came through into the kitchen with me and said that I shouldn't get my nice dress messy. I was wearing a particularly nice sheer silver and lilac flowery number. She took a lacy pinny from the back of the kitchen door and put it over my head. Then she stood behind me and tied it in a bow. "Perfect!" she said, and kissed me. That was the first time she'd kissed me. I'd never felt more feminine - laced into my pinny and kissed. She returned to the lounge while I made supper on a tray. I took it through and sat down on the sofa. Diana went to undo my pinny, but I held her hand to stop her. I liked the way it felt. "I like it too," said Jane. "You look lovely." She kissed me too. Only on the cheek. But that made me feel feminine too. -- oOo -- On the next 'fishing trip', Diana took me to the bedroom and squeezed me into a very tight corset. She put thick black stockings on me which weren't very flattering at all. She slipped me into a plain knitted short-sleeved top and skirt. She told me to step into some plain, flat shoes. I was very disappointed. Then she did my makeup and wig. "Today is the day we start the spring cleaning," she said. With that, she took a flowery overall and put it on me. She buttoned it up then put a plain white tabard on me. It had a pocket at the front and pink piping around the edges. She did it up at the back. Then she took a head scarf and tied it around my hair. "That should keep you clean. Come on, we have lots to do," and with that, she hurried me out of the bedroom so quickly that I only just had time to glimpse the reflection of the working woman in the mirror. She took me to the kitchen and I saw the pile of washing up at the sink. Jane was dressed almost the same as me and was on a kitchen stool taking crockery and pans out of the cupboards. "Give them all a good clean, girls," said Diana. "Yes, mistress," we replied in unison. Diana took me to the sink and told me to put on the rubber gloves. Then she slipped a leather collar around by neck, did it up and the back and clipped a padlock on. The padlock attached the collar to a chain which was fixed to a hook in the wall behind the sink taps. While I recovered from the shock, She clamped ankle restraints on me. These were fixed to a hook in the floor. "Can you move freely?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," I said, still shocked. I could hobble a few steps each way. "Good," she said. "Now both of you work hard." With that, she took a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates and went through to the lounge. Once the surprise wore off, I was quite pleased. Here I was, a little housewife literally chained to the kitchen sink. Jane and I worked very hard and had the whole kitchen sparkling in no time. I was just squeezing out the dishcloth and hanging up my rubber gloves when Diana came back in. "Excellent, girls," she smiled approvingly. "You have worked hard. I feel I should reward you. I think Stephanie has done particularly well as this is the first time she's really had to work since she's been here." "Oh I enjoyed it mistress," I said. "It was reward enough just knowing I was serving you." Diana gave a short leather strap to Jane. "Give Stephanie her reward first," she said. Then turning to me, she said quietly but firmly, "bend over the sink now girl. And hold on to the taps." Her voice was so commanding that I just did. It was difficult in the corset but I managed it. The chain rattled against the sink as I bent low across it and grabbed the taps tightly. Jane brought the strap across my behind swiftly and very hard. Before I could do anything, she had given me four hard strokes. Tears welled up in my eyes but Diana just said calmly and firmly, "don't cry my Darling." And the tears seemed to just disappear as her comforting voice told me to stand up. She unlocked the chains and handed me the strap. Jane was bending across the table. "Now give Jane her reward," said Diana in that soft voice. I gave Jane four hard strokes as she had given me. Afterwards, she stood up curtsied and thanked me. I thought it would be polite to do the same so I curtsied to Jane and thanked her. "Now isn't that better," said Diana. "You can now work hard as my servant and be a pretty girl as well whenever I want. And although you just hurt each other, you did it for my pleasure. Now I want you to be friends so just kiss and make up." Without hesitation, we did what she said. We gave each other a short kiss. Then Diana took us to the bedroom where she had laid out two pink frilly baby-doll nighties. She told us to undress each other and then to put on those nighties. So we stood there and very carefully and tenderly took it in turns to remove our working clothes. First she removed my head scarf, then I took hers off, folded it and put it on the chair. Then my tabard, then hers. Then my overall, then hers, then my sweater, then hers, then she slipped my shoes off, then I slid down and took hers off. Then she removed my skirt, then I removed hers. Then she took off my slip and I removed hers. I saw she was wearing a tight restricting corset like mine. I turned for her to unlace me and saw that Diana was naked on the bed using a vibrator to pleasure herself. I sighed as Jane removed my corset. I put the bra pads on the dresser. Then I eagerly undid Jane's corset and to my amazement, her perfectly formed and beautiful breasts almost broke free of the restraint. Diana saw my look of amazement and said, "isn't she gorgeous, my little housewife?" Jane was stroking her breasts and looking at them. She looked up proudly and took my hand and started to stroke it across her breasts. Then she reached out and pulled my knickers down over my hips. I wriggled and let them fall to the floor, unable to take my eyes, and hands, off those gorgeous breasts. My now hard member stood as proof of my excitement. Any thought that Jane may have really been a woman soon disappeared as she dropped her own knickers to reveal an equally hard, equally throbbing organ. She took my hand from her breast and placed it on her organ. I slowly gripped it, hardly able to believe it, and started to rub my hand up and down it. Jane closed her eyes and gasped. She started to breathe more rhythmically as I slowly pumped her organ with one hand and stroked her breast with the other. Her tongue darted between her lips. "That's enough of that!" ordered Diana. "I want you to come here and please each other as only lesbians can." While we put our nighties on, Diana reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out two small, thin, stick like objects with thicker handles at the bottom. They may have been thin, but they were recognisable as vibrators. I was too excited to stop myself and clambered into the bed and grabbed at one of the pleasure devices. Jane more sedately took hers and started to rub it up and down my leg. "That's better," said Diana. "Please each other as the lesbian housewives you are." And she took a small jar and started to gently rub a jelly-like substance on our bottoms as we played with our toys, running them up and down each other's body. Diana's rubbing became stronger and she started to rub the jelly into our waiting holes. I realised what was coming and wanted it. "Come on, you lesbians," ordered Diana in that soft, firm voice. "Make hard, thrusting lesbian love." Jane eased me onto my stomach and gently slipped the end of the dildo into my eagerly waiting, greasy hole. She was very slow and gentle at first but became harder and thrust deeper into me. First the pain then the pleasure, I started to lose myself in my submissive role. I moaned and groaned and writhed as she thrust in me. Then she stopped and Diana gave me several hard whacks with the leather strap. As I bucked under the stinging pain, Jane thrust the dildo back into me and I came almost immediately in my baby doll nightie and all over the bedclothes. I rested for just a few seconds then painfully sat up and practically threw Jane onto her stomach and rammed her again and again with the dildo. Diana raised the strap, but I took it off her and whacked Jane myself many times then thrust the dildo into her until she too squealed with pain and pleasure and came. We sank back in our sticky nighties on the sticky bedclothes and held each other close. Then we kissed a long and passionate kiss, our tongues darting and fighting and tasting each other. Then Diana lay on the bed, drew us to her and we started to lick and suck her breasts. Jane and I took it in turns to use Diana's dildo to pleasure her. "Come on, my lesbian lovers," she urged. We licked her wet clit and sucked her generous breasts, bringing her to orgasm several times with her dildo. Then, wet, sticky, sore and satisfied, we all lay cuddled up together on the bed. "Do you love me, Stephanie?" asked Diana. "Yes of course I do, mistress," I said. "Do you remember what you were like when we met?" she continued. "A timid little man hanging around the knickers department in the shop. Now look at you. I've turned you into a pretty transvestite, servant and slave, my housewife, a playmate for Jane, a lesbian lover and a sex-hungry tart. Are you happy? Did you ever think you would be like this?" "Yes mistress," I answered. "I'm very happy bringing you pleasure. And I never would have believed I could be so happy. I have found true happiness. I love you, mistress." "Well now I have helped you to find your true self," said Diana getting up from the bed. "There is one more thing I have to show you. While you suck Jane's cock, I'd just like to unwrap something for you." I needed no prompting. Jane had a grin and another erection. I slid down and slipped Jane's hard salty cock in my mouth and let my gaze follow Diana as I slowly pumped up and down. Diana went to the large wardrobe, the one which I'd never been allowed to see and one which I'd assumed had Diana's own things in. She stood at the door and asked, "Where is it you tell your wife you go when you come here?" "Fishing," I mumbled, my mouth still full of cock. "And does your wife ever go out in the evenings?" she asked. I stopped sucking and rubbed Jane's cock with my hand while I said, "She goes to pottery classes and plays skittles with some girls." "When did she first start doing this?" Diana asked. I thought for a while and said, "Soon after I first meet you, I think." I was puzzled. Jane whimpered and I returned to sucking her. "Well it may surprise you to know she has been discovering the real her," announced Diana. And with that, she opened the wardrobe. Inside was not, as expected, Diana's clothes but a bound and strapped leather-clad body. The wardrobe was so big that the body was chained upright and spreadeagled. Bound head to toe in chains and leather, the female body was completely unable to move. She was also gagged tightly, the gag obscuring most of the face. I noticed there were holes in the wardrobe door cleverly concealed in the carving. Through this, the woman had been watching us, or had been forced to watch us. "Tonight," said Diana, "your 'fishing trip' was on the same night as your wife's 'pottery class'." And with that, she undid the gag revealing my wife's face. "Stephen!" she said, her mouth still numb and sore from the gag. "No, 'Stephanie'," said Diana. "Her name is Stephanie. As you have seen, she is a tarty, slutty lesbian slave." Jane pulled my head down and slid her cock back in my mouth, coming almost immediately. With the come dripping down my chin, all I could do was look at my wife and say "Anna!" "No," said Diana. "Wrong again. We don't use a name to refer to this piece of junk. We just call her 'Worthless'. Remember you phoned home to make an excuse for being home late? Well I just decided I wanted to meet her. So I redialled the number the following day while you were out and told your wife I'd like to see her about you. She eventually agreed thinking I was going to tell her you'd been out with another woman." "She came here. When she came in, she was very worried. She was rather timid too. So I naturally found myself bossing her around a bit. She responded well to it and before long I had her running around fetching me things. In no time at all I had pulled her across my knee and spanked her a few times for being slow to find things. When she apologised, I knew I was on to a winner." "Just as with you, things built up until she had become my devoted slave. The basement you have never seen is full of equipment devoted to pleasure and pain. Her pain, my pleasure. Until tonight, she has never been in this room. It is devoted to our lesbian pleasure." "I have been planning this evening for a long time," she continued. "I knew you both needed to know each other properly. Now everything is out in the open, there is no need for secrecy. You can both come here together. You see, to me you are the perfect couple. Perfect to serve me. Isn't that so?" "Yes, mistress," Anna and I said automatically. Then Diana shut the wardrobe, leaving Anna there alone. Jane and I had a shower together while Diana luxuriated in the bath. I spent quite a while soaping Jane's breasts. Jane and I dried each other down. Then she put a silk negligee on me and I sat on the edge of the bath talking to Diana. Jane slipped out and came back after a while immaculately dressed in her maid's uniform. She helped Diana out of the bath and dried her down. "Stephanie will be going home soon," she said. I sighed. "Please dress her accordingly." "Yes, mistress," said Jane and curtsied. She led me from the bathroom and back into the bedroom. But instead of my own clothes which I had expected, there were some very sexy items of lingerie laid out on the bed. Jane dressed me in a black basque and seamed stockings, a skimpy pair of knickers which barely covered my bulge, then a black lacy waist slip. She put the padding in the bra cups then brought out a suit for me. It was a red wool knit suit with a pencil skirt and very classy forties-style jacket. She put a thin leather belt around the jacket, and some elegant court shoes and a pair of short black gloves, buttoned at the wrist. She put a black velvet choker around my neck and sat me down at the dressing table where she used very bright red lipstick and rouge. Then she put on a short straight blond wig which came down to just above my shoulders. Topped with a pillbox hat, the effect was smart, elegant but very sexy. I stood up and admired myself in the mirror. Then I walked across and opened the big wardrobe doors. Anna was still there. "Are you alright?" I asked, concerned. "I'm fine, she said. And you look fine too. In fact I feel great and you look great. I'm so glad it's all out in the open. There's so much I want to tell you." Just then, Diana walked in. She was stark naked apart from a strap- on dildo. When Jane saw it, she curtsied, pulled her knickers down and got up on the bed on all fours. "You look absolutely stunning, Stephanie darling," Diana said. "I hope you don't mind showing yourself out. I'm just going to screw the maid." "What about Anna?" I asked. "Oh, 'Worthless', you mean. Well take her if you feel sorry for her. Just untie her and get her out quickly." "Yes, mistress," I said and hurriedly undid the restraints which held her to the wardrobe. Diana looked so impatient I didn't have time to remove everything. Anna, or rather 'Worthless', still had many of the straps and chains holding her when I freed her from the wardrobe. She could only hobble towards the door. Diana gave me a fur coat as she passed and said I'd better wrap her up in it so she didn't look too odd on the way home. She told me to take her car keys and drive Worthless home. She gave me a small overnight bag and told me Jane had packed a few things for me to wear. As the following day was a Saturday, we were both to be back early in the morning ready to spend the weekend here. Then she turned and grabbed Jane by the hips. I helped Worthless to the door in her fur coat. From the outside she looked fine. It was only that she hobbled and chinked a bit. -- oOo -- We drove home talking very quietly to each other. We were still a little unsure. We both agreed that we loved Diana very much. Worthless also said that I would be the new mistress of the house when we got home. At the door, I let Worthless in. The house seemed so different now. It had a new maid. Worthless tripped over a dangling strap and fell to the floor. "Careful, that's Diana's coat. Don't tear it," I scolded her. "You really are worthless aren't you?" "Sorry," she said. and fumbled to get up. "That's 'Sorry, Mistress' to you," I said, pushing her down. "Sorry, mistress," she stammered. "I will try much harder. Please punish me if I don't satisfy you." "I may well do that," I said, enjoying my new-found power. "Now get that coat off and take my bag upstairs!" She tried curtsying but couldn't bend properly so she settled for a "yes mistress," hung the coat up and staggered upstairs. I followed her and we spent a while undoing all of her restraints until she was completely free. Then I started to undress. We were both very tired and I said we would be going to bed. I opened the overnight bag an found some clothes for the morning - a simple skirt, top and cardigan - fresh underwear, a long black nightie and some handcuffs. "These are for you, I think," I said. I spreadeagled her on the bed and handcuffed her to the bedposts. I laid out my clothes for the morning and finished undressing. Then I slipped into my nightie, turned out the light and slipped into bed. I lifted up my nightie and mounted her. "I love you, Stephanie," she said as I entered her. We made love as never before. As we both sank into a satisfied sleep, I wondered if things could get any better. -- oOo -- In the morning, I released her and we both bathed and dressed. I though I looked a bit dowdy in the clothes Jane had packed, but Anna said I'd look lovely in anything. She wore a plastic mac with nothing underneath. We packed up the suit and the chains and straps and headed back to Diana's house very early. Jane answered the door in another immaculate maid's uniform. "The mistress is having breakfast," she informed us. But instead of taking us to see her, she took us back down to the bedroom. There I recognised the plain skirt and top, flat shoes and overalls. She dressed Anna. I realised that I was already wearing the correct clothes and just slipped off my cardigan and put on the flowery overall. Jane did up the tabard. Anna and I faced each other as Jane put the headscarves on. Then she put the collars around our necks ready to be chained to our work. Anna seemed very familiar with things. She said she'd also worn these working clothes before and had been chained up in the bathroom to clean it with her tongue. Jane led us to the dining room where Diana had finished her breakfast and was reading the paper. "Ah here they are," she said. "All fit and ready for action are we?" "Yes, mistress," we both replied. "Good," she said. "There's the rest of the spring cleaning to finish and I have to go out today. Jane will supervise. Make sure you do a good job." So Diana left us in Jane's capable hands. First she chained me to the sink and I washed up while Anna cleared away breakfast. Then she chained me to the ironing board in the corner of the kitchen and I spent hours doing a mass of ironing, while Anna had her legs strapped together and her arms strapped to her sides while she cleaned the kitchen floor with her tongue. She had to wriggle and slither around as she was bound so tightly. Jane cleared the bedroom and did the washing, creating more ironing for me the following day. Then she disappeared to make the beds while Anna, still strapped up, was dragged off to clean the toilet. I didn't see her again until lunchtime when, with my arms nearly dropping off, I finished the ironing and Jane returned with Anna and told us to rest while she made us lunch. We both took turns to feed Anna who was still strapped up. Then, after lunch, Jane removed the straps. She bent us over the kitchen table and spanked us. She said we had done well but still needed reminding that we had to work hard. We thanked her and cleared away the lunch things. Jane then chained me to the vacuum cleaner and we spent the afternoon cleaning and dusting all the rooms. Jane took down all of the curtains ready for the dry cleaners who picked them up in the afternoon. She hung some older curtains in some of the rooms while they were gone. Then we washed the blinds and the nets, Jane and I hung out a huge pile of washing, then we all sat down to polish all the silver. When Jane welcomed Diana back that evening, we were all tired, a little dirty and well on the way to finishing the cleaning. Diana was very pleased. She ran a bath for each of us in turn and washed us and scrubbed our tired backs. She was a very loving mistress. We had a light supper, the four of us in our nighties, then went to bed. Anna slept with Diana and I slept with Jane in the small bedroom. It was a very romantic night. With no curtains at the window, we lay and looked up at the moon and the stars. We held each other and just lay there. -- oOo -- We woke in the morning to the sound of a breakfast tray being brought in by Anna. She was wearing one of Jane's uniforms and looked very sexy. Jane agreed. We dragged her onto the bed and both screwed her, Jane from the rear and me in her mouth. Diana came in and said to Jane that when she'd finished eating her breakfast, there was a lot of work to do. Diana was wearing an overall and head scarf and was ready for work. When I came in Anna's mouth, Jane immediately grabbed her kissed her and licked out all of my juices. Then we all washed, dressed and found clean overalls to carry on the work. We found Diana in the basement. She was polishing some whips. Around the walls were racks and ropes, straps and chains, hooks,, pulleys and all the paraphernalia of torture. We spent the day cleaning and polishing all of it. Now I knew the part of the house I'd not seen. This was Anna's world. I bent her across a large table and tried several canes on her. Each was different in the way it bent and flexed. I could see it was quite an art. There was more washing, more cleaning and an endless stream of ironing. We set about it all with a will. Diana directed the work like a general, marching us to and fro and giving us our chores. She carefully chained me to cleverly placed hooks in each room in which I was required to work. She strapped and bound Worthless Anna so tightly it was painful for her to do her chores. Then, when we were all tired and sore, Jane untied us both and told us the work was finished. All over the house, Diana checked and inspected. Then, when she was satisfied, we all sat down to a hard earned rest. Diana poured us all a drink and said, "here's to a long and lasting friendship." We all drank to that. That evening, I was quite disappointed when Diana made me change into my own things before sending Anna and me home. "I will call you when I need you," she said dismissively and shut the door behind us. Anna and I returned to our normal lives for a few days before the phone rang and Jane told me that the mistress required Worthless that evening. "But what about me?" I asked. "She told you she'd call you when she needed you," said Jane. "Now tell Worthless to be here at eight. She will be used all night and will be returned in the morning." She and hung up the phone before I could protest. Anna was very excited and could not wait to go. She could see I was disappointed so she told me to go upstairs and spend the evening trying on her things. She'd tell me all about it in the morning. I drove her to Diana's house and she ran in. I waited for a while but decided there was nothing for it but to go home. It was a very lonely evening and I whiled away the time trying on my wife's underwear. When I found a nice navy blue set which suited me, I tried on some of her dresses for a while. I settled for a simple knitted dress in white and a blue cardigan. I found a few simple bracelets and an elegant gold necklace. Then I made up my face in front of my wife's mirror, spent quite a while doing my nails, then put on a short brown wig my wife had bought many years ago and a pair of flat navy shoes. Almost as soon as I was dressed, the doorbell rang. I panicked. Whoever it was, I couldn't let them see me like this. But they were knocking so insistently that I had to answer. It turned out to be an insurance salesman. He pretty much forced his way in and closed the door behind him. "My, you're a pretty lady," he said. "Where's your husband tonight then, down the pub?" "Yes," I half squeaked and half whispered in the most feminine voice I could muster. It seemed to fool him as in no time he had whisked us through to the lounge, taken his jacket off, opened his briefcase and had me sat next to him listening to the virtues of the right insurance policy. I made him tea, brought him cakes and pretended to listen, all the time hoping he would finish soon and go without discovering my secret. But as I got up to take the tea things out to the kitchen, I bent over the coffee table to load up the tray and he patted my bottom playfully. "Come over here, my dear, and I'll give you an index-linked bonus," he leered. He pulled me by the arm and I put the tray down quickly for fear of dropping it. He dragged me onto his lap and kissed me hard on the lips. He put his hand on my leg and felt my stocking top. I had to act quickly or my secret would be out. So I pulled myself back a little. He still held me firmly on his lap, stroking my leg. I said "not so fast, big boy. Just lie back and relax." He let me go and lay back. I slipped to my knees on the floor and fumbled with his trousers. I undid them, slipped them down a little, pulled his underpants down roughly and grabbed his penis. It was a little small but no matter, it was hard. I lowered my head and, to the sound of his excited gasp, took his erection in my mouth. I sucked and licked and nibbled for all I was worth and was rewarded when I felt the gush of salty come which it let dribble all over him. He hobbled to the bathroom with his trousers around his knees to clean himself up. Meanwhile I had a drink and popped upstairs to redo my lipstick. I met him on the stairs coming down. "That was great," he said. "For you, maybe," I answered. Then I went into the lounge, packed his things in his case, handed him his case and jacket asked him to leave. "I thought we had something going there," he said disappointed. "I thought that was a bit of hard sell." "Sorry," I said, leading him to the door, "The returns were too small." Then I half pushed the surprised salesman back into the street and locked the door firmly behind him. Safe! -- oOo -- When Anna came home in the morning, she was so tired she flopped straight to bed. I undressed her and put a nightie on her. It was the one I had been wearing. I left her sleeping and went to work. That evening Diana met me at work and I drove her to her house. She told me I was staying there that night and once again dressed and pampered me. We spent a tender evening together as we had used to. When I went home in the morning to change, Anna had gone out. When I came home from work that night, Anna was summoned to Diana's. This continued for two weeks with Anna and I never having time to talk and taking it in turns to be with Diana. Then one evening I returned home, expecting to be summoned or for Anna to have been summoned. But Anna was there with Diana. They took me up to the bedroom where our double bed had been replaced by two singles. "I have decided that you are to sleep apart from now on," ordered Diana. "You are to keep yourselves only for me." "Yes, mistress," we answered, and she left. >From then on, we did as ordered. Each night, Anna would preen herself, combing her hair sitting naked in front of her dressing table mirror. But her gorgeous body was not for me. And her preening was for another. Our lover. On many nights, after we had turned out the light, she would take out her vibrator and I would hear it until it was drowned out by her moans. She always called Diana's name. On most nights, the mention of Diana meant I couldn't help myself from reaching under my nightie, usually one borrowed from Anna, and playing with myself. We would both lay in our beds bringing ourselves to orgasm and dreaming of the next time we would be summoned to serve our mistress. -- oOo -- Since then, we have remained the best of friends with Diana and Jane. Quite often, I join Diana in her sessions of punishing Worthless Anna. I love to dress up in the leather catsuit. Once in a while, Anna will join us in our lesbian love sessions. But most of all, I love to be tied to my work serving my mistress while she pleasures herself with my helplessly bound and gagged wife in the basement. Jane often takes advantage of me when I'm tied to the sink. She creeps up behind me, forces me down, pulls my knickers down and screws me. But that's only to be expected. It's the sort of thing a girl has to put up with. And, of course, when Jane met Auntie in the shop, Auntie became friends with my mistress and agreed to help make me a dainty lady. Mistress now sends me to piano lessons so I can come here and play for Auntie. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- Stephanie stopped and looked to me, almost for approval. "You are glad to have made these friends, aren't you?" I said. "Yes, Auntie. And I do love being your sissy niece. My life has changed so much." I finished my embroidery and set it down on the table for violet to iron before she tried it on. The girls put their tea things neatly on the table and stood next to the fire, knowing what was coming next. I reached into my handbag and took out two keys. "Skirts up, dears," I said. Without a murmur, they lifted their skirts to give me access to their frilly silk knickers; Violet's in plain pink and Stephanie's in yellow with white lace. I reached under the soft warm silk and undid their locked chastity devices, freeing their sweet little sissy clitties. "Hang your clothes up first, dears," I said, turning for the door. "Don't get anything creased. You may make sissy love on the rug by the fire. I will be back when the clock strikes six to make sure Stephanie is ready when her mistress comes to collect her." "Be good!" I said as I closed the door behind me. Standing in the hall, I thought for a while. In which cupboard had I locked poor sissy Buttercup? Her wife will be here at five to take her home. I would have to search all the cupboards. I really should write these things down. I do get very forgetful when I spend time with my pretty nieces. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-