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Judy Got Married By Susan Day This is a story of an interview between Penelope Primrose, usually known as 'Auntie', and a prospective submissive, Judy. An advert in a contact magazine leads a transvestite to a meeting with a dominant lesbian mistress and her slave. They lead him into a new life as a woman, but not until he marries the mistress so she can claim an inheritance. He starts to join in their lesbian love games and becomes the new lady of the house. (number five in a series of chats) -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- I had been so busy on the phone all morning that I'd nearly lost track of time. I say nearly because my secretary, Fern, had been regularly bringing tea. In between cups going cold, I did have some impression of the passing of time. I had an important interview at 11 o'clock so I had to make sure all of my normal work was out of the way. "Miss Primrose," said Fern, standing beside me. I had been so engrossed reading a letter from one of my clients that I had not noticed her come in. "Yes, Miss Mundy," I replied, looking up. The first thing you notice about Fern - the first things anyone notices about Fern - are her legs. They are the longest, shapeliest, smoothest and most feminine legs any sissy could be blessed to have. She had been my secretary for more than two years now. I trusted her with everything and she helped the business along very well. She was not my only secretary. There were some part time girls who liked the formality and discipline of the office. I was also breaking in a new girl, Daisy, as a more regular assistant, but that was proving more difficult. Fern was able to work for me several days each week because her own business was now almost entirely run from home. This was just as well as, since her hormone treatment and her breast augmentation, she could no longer hide her feminine side. She tried to explain to me several times, while sat on my lap, exactly how her interweb hyper- sphere business worked, but I just looked into her deep brown eyes and was lost - every time. She wanted to put together a webby for me, but I can't see how it would help. I am an old fashioned girl and, although we do use word processors in the office and my friends send me e-mails, I much prefer the feel of a good old letter. So we print off each letter we write, on my own scented paper, and pop it in the post. Fern did manage to stop me from getting the paper scented at the printing firm who supplied it. She said it has some sort of effect on the curlers in the computer printer. Or was it rollers? I can't remember. Anyway, we now keep a bottle of Evening Primrose on my desk and spray a little on each letter as it is signed. I do insist on tradition and decorum. Where was I? Oh yes. I was looking at Fern's legs. I have been telling everyone's story recently. I must get Fern to sit down and tell you hers. I won't let her put it on the internet or it will have all those moving pictures blowing kisses at you - as happened when she showed me the webby she wanted to do for me. It's not a webby. What is it? Oh dear. I'm sure one of you will write in and tell me. Ferns legs were, as ever, encased in sheer, seamed, lace-topped stockings - white this time. Today she had her lilac polka-dot underwear on. I could just see the lilac ribbon on the end of her suspender strap. She allowed her short, straight lilac skirt to ride up as always. She wore the matching lilac jacket over a grey silk blouse. Her blouses all had a little primrose pattern embroidered with her name. I always embroider her blouses for her. She wore a lilac velvet choker with matching cameo. She is a very imaginative girl and, when I had given her the choker, she had gone to jewellers where I had it made. She had them make a matching cameo brooch. It was a lovely touch as the choker had my silhouette and she's had the brooch made with hers. I appreciated this sign of her devotion. I know how much the chokers cost me, and I have several of those made for each of my girls. A one-off brooch must have cost her dearly. Her devotion wasn't always appreciated, though. She has a tattoo on her right thigh with the same primrose pattern as I embroider on my girls' clothes. She had thought it would please me as she wanted to show me she was my girl. I do detest tattoos, however, and was very displeased that she had despoiled her alabaster skin. She had spent several weeks on the punishment list for that, but I could not remain annoyed at her for long. She gets a smack on it every time I see it so she is usually careful to keep it covered. She is also imaginative with her hair. She is lucky enough to have beautiful silky long hair. She is a natural brunette although she does try a little colouring from time to time. She wears her hair differently every day. She takes such a pride in her appearance. Today, she'd chosen a pony tail, with a pearl hairband matching her pearl earrings. She wore three-inch heels - lilac of course. I imagined this was because she knew today was a busy day and that she would have a lot of walking to do. She liked to show off with higher heels but her sweet little feet started to ache after a few hours wiggling around in those. Poor thing. I am lost thinking about her legs again. So many of the men, who visit look with deep longing at that body. I sometimes think they could have a body just like it if they were to try hard enough! "Letters to sign?" I asked. "This for Astrid in Florida, two Slave Contracts ready for signing, this bill for Mrs Evans for her husband's training weekend, letter to the council about that lamp post, oh and please sign this cheque for Mrs Manley and this for the caterers for the wedding next month. I have to nip out to the bank to pay in this month's cheque from the landlord. Your 11 o'clock is waiting outside." She pointed her beautifully-manicured finger at each place I had to sign and showed me the cheque from the landlord. "I really must think about the landlord's demands for more rent," I said, absentmindedly. "He has been asking for several months to pay you more, Miss Primrose," she said, watching as I signed each letter. "I will think about it. Is his new dress ready yet?" I asked. "I telephoned the dressmaker's this morning," she said in her usual efficient manner. "They will have it ready for Monday. They asked if you wanted the name embroidered on it but I did say you like to do that yourself." "Good girl," I said, patting her thigh where the offending tattoo was. "We do like it to be all my own work." "Yes, Miss Primrose," she said, blushing slightly. She gave each letter the tiniest spray of scent. "On that note, Miss, will you be requiring my services as usual tomorrow evening?" "Of course, Miss Mundy. 7 o'clock sharp as always." "Thank you, Miss Primrose. Would you like me to send the cleaner to lunch early as you have a long appointment?" "Yes, thank you, Miss Mundy," I said. "Take your lunch once you have been to the bank. In fact, take her too. Do take care of her. She does need some looking after." "Yes, Miss," she said and turned to go. "Haven't you forgotten something?" I asked. "Sorry Miss," she said, and leaned toward me. I kissed her on the cheek, then wiped a small lipstick mark from her perfect cheek and told her what a pretty girl she was. She smiled. I feel these little displays of affection are very important to a girl like Fern. And, being so young, she needs to feel loved. She walked over to the filing cupboard, knowing I was watching her wiggle. She opened the door and unlocked the straps holding Ivy, the cleaning lady, in place. I was increasingly pleased with the way Fern handled Ivy. Ivy, a mature sissy, was allowed to clean my office three days a week as a favour to her wife, who liked a little time to herself at home since he was made redundant. They managed fine financially so she didn't mind his early retirement, but it did interfere with her daytime affairs. Ivy stood there in her flowery overall and tabard (with her name neatly embroidered with a primrose design), rubbing her wrists Oh yes. A lady wrote to me recently and asked about naming all of my girls the way I do. The answer is simple - it's because I like it. Fern slapped Ivy's face and scolded her. "You little slut! What have I told you about your makeup? It is all higgledy-piggledy again. Why on earth Miss Primrose would want an untidy slattern like you messing up the office I do not know. She is far too generous and you are not worthy of her care and attention. Now I will have to spend my valuable time redoing your makeup before you can be seen out like that. When will you ever learn? I will telephone your wife this afternoon and tell her how disappointed I am in your progress. Now, out - out! Sit in my office and wait for me to tidy you up." "Sorry, miss," Ivy shuffled in shame to the outer office. Fern put her hands on her hips, blew me a kiss and smiled before following her out. I noted that display of pride and would make sure she remembered it painfully the following day. Well I was now up to date with everything. Fern showed my 11 o'clock in and set to her task. Fern showed Judy and Angela in and I asked them to sit down. I thanked them for coming. They sat in silence while I read Judy's latest letter. "Well dears," I began. "It would appear that you have come to me at just the right time. I am looking for a housekeeper and you are looking for a house." They both smiled but did not speak. A good sign, I thought. "When is your divorce?" I asked Judy. "And when will your wife need you out?" "It should be finalised next month, Miss Primrose," she said. "She does not need me out immediately and, now the time is up, we do intend to remain friends." She paused for a while the added, "If that would be convenient for you, Miss." "And Angela will be coming with you as my housemaid or staying with your wife as her lover?" I asked. "That, again, will be at your discretion, Miss," she said. "Well I understand the situation from your letters. Your wife originally contacted me by telephone because a mutual friend told her I needed someone. I must say your position is unusual so I have invited you here to tell me all about it. Your wife seems to think I would be very happy with you but, as you have been living as the mistress of the house, I would need to be sure that you understand your position with me will be that of housekeeper. You will be an unpaid domestic servant, as will Angela." I showed them the slave contracts Fern had prepared. "I would like you both to read and fully understand these before we continue," I said. "I can have a solicitor come round and explain them to you if you'd like." While they read, I heard the outer door shut. I stood and watched out of the window as Fern, looking smart and feminine, led Ivy, in her mac and head scarf, down the street. Ivy would be thoroughly humiliated as Fern told her where to walk, where to stand and what to do for the next couple of hours. The two girls finished reading and looked at each other. "Will you agree to these contracts?" I asked. They both nodded and said "Yes, Miss." "Alright then," I said. "But before I sign for my part, I would like to know all about your situation and how you came to be in it. That is why you agreed to come here today. If I am satisfied, our contract will begin today. I have a letter from your wife releasing you both from any bonds to her so there is no need to wait." I sat down, made myself comfortable and waited for Judy to begin. As she spoke, I watched both her manner and Angela's reaction. This was a very important position and I did so want the right girl. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- I had been a transvestite for many years. Most of the time, I could not indulge my fantasies. I had to dress only in secret and could not gather up the courage to go out dressed. All this changed when I answered an advert in a contact magazine. The advert was from a lady who said she'd like to meet a TV for a serious long-term friendship. I read it again and again. Eventually, I decided to write. I didn't say much about myself. Basically all I've said above. I posted the letter and stood at the post box wondering whether I had done the right thing. I was on edge until the reply came. I needn't have worried. She replied a few days later. She lived a long way away but said she'd like to meet me dressed for a drink and a chat. She could put me up in her house if I wanted. She was very keen to meet me. I felt the distance between us made things safe in some way. If things went wrong, I could just walk away and back to anonymity. She asked in the letter if I would phone her to confirm. I phoned straight away. I didn't know what to say. She had a lovely voice. She told me her name was Barbara. She wanted to know if I'd thought of a name I'd like to be known as. I said I wasn't sure and that I kept changing my mind. She said she'd like to call me Judy and I told her that was nice. I felt a little bit nervous and was sure my voice quivered a little. She asked about me and my job. She asked about my family and friends. I told her there were none of either. She told me not to be so worried as she was felt we would get on very well. Then she gave me directions to a club she knew. She said it was a very special club where I would not feel out of place. We could then decide if we wanted to stay friends. I was champing at the bit. We arranged to meet that weekend. I phoned around and booked a hotel near the club and spent the rest of the week shopping for something to wear. My usual inhibitions with shopping for women's clothes disappeared as I looked for an evening dress, casual clothes and plenty of sexy undies. I even managed to buy some new red shoes and a pair of high-heeled black suede boots. Although the assistants giggled a little, I tried them on all the same. As each day passed, I became more excited. I packed a case, unpacked it. I packed it again. I tried on my new things, tried my makeup, took it all off again and eventually decided on my outfits. I took something casual to slop around in, my very sexy outfit for going out, two nighties, bags of underwear and a practical but pretty frock for the day. On Friday night, I caught the train with my suitcase full of goodies. I couldn't bring myself to travel as a woman so I sat there with my hand on the case looking forward to the weekend. On the train I read one of those cheap romance stories about a Scottish boy and girl who lived far apart and used to meet each week, when one of them caught the train to the other's town and they spent the day together. Most of the book was about waiting for the train or being on the train. Most of it was about anticipation. It was the perfect book for me. I booked into the hotel. I was taken to my room and immediately ran a bath. I luxuriated in bubbles a little perfume in the water. I had a very careful and very close all over shave. Then I dried and put on some black silk stockings, suspenders and a lacy bra. I made up my face and put on a short black wig. Then I slipped on a silky black teddy, slipped into a pair of high-heeled court shoes and admired myself in the mirror. A dish fit for a queen, I thought. I slipped my shoes off and slipped between the sheets. It felt so sexy and silky. I spent the rest of the evening unpacking my things, carefully laying out my underwear, hanging my black evening dress and putting way all the other nice things. Then I decided to go to bed early. I decided to go to sleep dressed as a was. I slipped my shoes off and slipped between the sheets. If felt so sexy and silky. I took my vibrator, slipped my hard throbbing penis into it then brought myself to orgasm several times. By the time I went to sleep, I was sure that this weekend would be special. -- oOo -- The following day, I woke and ordered breakfast by room service. I bathed and shaved again then waited in the hotel bathrobe for the waiter to arrive. He brought in my breakfast on a trolley and left. Then I slipped out of the bathrobe and into a negligee. I had my breakfast, then spent a long time painting my fingernails and toenails. I put on a corselet with some pink stockings and some tight knickers, carefully tucking my manhood away. Then I slipped on a camisole top and a pair of jeans. I was just slipping on my suede boots and a chunky sweater with my bubbly blonde wig when the chambermaid arrived to clean the room. I sat on the balcony finishing the love story I had been reading while the chambermaid did the room. I don't know whether it caused confusion finding a woman in a man's room but she didn't seem to care. I didn't dare go out all day and waited around for the evening and my chance to dress for the big occasion. The day passed slowly. When the evening came round, it was my chance to dress for the big occasion. I bathed again and made sure I was totally smooth. Then I covered myself in perfume and started with the big item. I had decided to go out dressed to thrill. So to give myself as feminine a look as possible, I had bought an hourglass figure corset. It was black with small black silk bows. I spent quite a while putting it on and wriggling into it so it was in exactly the right place. Then I slipped on my silk seamed stockings and straightened the seams. I but on some knickers with a little draw string to hold my manhood in place and, to hide those, some silky French knickers. Then I started to tighten the corset strings. After much tugging and pulling, I had my waist down to a very feminine clinched shape. With the addition of some false breasts in the bra cups, I felt I looked just the part. I pulled on my evening dress. It was a calf-length creation in lace and taffeta with bows on the flared skirt and a large bow around the waist. It had a tight bodice and above the bra-line, to the neckline was see through lace, through which my cleavage looked very convincing. I wore lace evening gloves and a velvet choker. Of course, I wore high-heeled strappy sandals to finish the outfit. Then I put on my long black wig which flowed down my back. I spent a long time adjusting it and putting a black bow in. A little touch-up on the makeup and I was off. I slipped my money into a small clutch bag, took my coat from the wardrobe, slipped down the back stairs and out into the street. This was it! For the first time, I was out in public dressed up. And my first experience was when a taxi driver leaned out of the cab and whistled. I felt great. I hopped into the taxi and told him the name of the street, but not the name of the club. It was a very short trip and he dropped me at the end of the street. I walked the rest of the way to the club. I was met at the door by two nuns in short habits with fishnet stockings. They took my coat and, in very male voices, asked if I'd like to get into the habit sometime. A leather-clad lady at the door asked if I was a member. I said I wasn't but gave her Barbara's details as arranged. She sent one of the nuns into the club and asked me to wait inside. I was shown to a table next to the door. My heart started to pound. The corset was very tight but that wasn't the reason - I was now about to meet Barbara! A very smart chap came and sat next to me. He looked very sure of himself. He put his hand on my knee and asked if I wanted a good time. I said I did which was why I didn't have time to talk to him. I glowed as he skulked away. I felt so much like a woman, fighting off unwanted advances. I didn't know what to expect of Barbara. I had thought she would probably be a middle-aged kind old woman, who wanted a bit of company. I waited and watched each person who passed. There were all sorts in the club, from outrageous drag queens to leather-clad bitches. There were also many couples - male, female and occasionally one of each. There was a DJ playing and some dancing couples on the dance floor with a woman in leather mincing between them and cracking a bullwhip. I realised why Barbara had said this club was special. I wondered whether she might be some sort of old dragon. But when the nun brought her back, she was anything but a dragon and anything but middle-aged. She was in her late twenties with strawberry blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. She was slim and very sexy. She wore a black catsuit and a leather belt. She wore loads of bangles, and necklaces of beads with leather thigh boots and leather studded gauntlets. I was surprised. "Judy?" she asked. I nodded. "My we have been busy, haven't we? You look gorgeous." I blushed. "Wait here, darling," she said, "I have to sign you in then there's someone who's dying to meet you." She slipped out with the nun and came back and took my trembling hand. "Don't worry, she said. "You're with me now. Although I can see that with some of the eyes looking at you I'd better keep on my toes!" I looked around and saw that several people were eyeing me up. I glowed. She took me to a quiet table in a little nook. In fact they all seemed to be quiet tables in little nooks. There was a DJ playing and some dancing couples on the dance floor with a woman in leather mincing between them and cracking a bullwhip. Barbara led me to the table where another young lady sat. We sat down and she introduced the other girl as Dee. Dee was quiet and very feminine. She wore a pink and white gingham dress with puffed sleeves. She wore ribbons in her ash blonde hair and wore white lacy gloves. She smiled and said nothing. Then I noticed the pink collar around her neck with a clasp and a pink leather leash. Barbara picked up the leash, which had been tied to her chair. She toyed with it as she told me that Dee was her girlfriend and sex slave. She was pleased to meet me and that I was such a lovely transvestite, but they were both very happy lesbians. I felt out of my depth and made to leave. Barbara held my hand and told me not to worry. They had a particular problem and wanted me to help them solve it. Over the course of the evening, during which Barbara and I danced, talked, swapped life stories and even kissed a few times on the dance floor, she settled me down and told me she felt sure I was the one. Each time I asked what for, she said she was coming to that. Each time she danced, she tied Dee's leash to the chair. The last time we returned to the table, she asked me to untie it and to hold it. Barbara said she felt so sure she was going to get on with me that she'd like me to come and stay at her house and get to know them. She said Dee would be my slave too and do my bidding. She would do absolutely anything I asked. By this time, I was feeling so horny, I just said that if she could find me under the tight restraining knickers, she could give me a blow job right there. And she did. She slipped to her knees under the table, slipped under my dress, undid the bow on my knickers, pulled them aside and slipped out my hardness straight into her mouth. It didn't take long for me to come into her mouth. She swallowed it and carefully replaced my knickers. Then she sat at the table again, only the smudged lipstick to show butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I thought you were both lesbians," I gasped. "She's my slave first, lesbian second," said Barbara. "She will do my bidding." -- oOo -- A little while later, Barbara took us in her car back to the hotel. They both waited in the car park while I went upstairs, packed my things, wrote a note for the manager, saying I'd been called away urgently and a cheque for the bill, slipped them in an envelope and dropped it and the keys at reception on my way out. Barbara dropped the suitcase in the boot then held the door while I got into the car. I sat in the back with Dee and naturally held her leash. Barbara drove and told me the story as she went. It seemed she had inherited a large amount of money. Unfortunately, as a condition of the will, she had to get married. There was such a lot of divorce in the family that, although she would be paid a great deal of money, the bulk of it would be held in trust until she had been married for five years. This posed a great problem as she didn't want some man ruining her life but needed one, whom she could trust to be around for five years. She was perfectly happy to extend all hospitality, but Barbara and Dee loved each other and nothing was coming in the way of that. So when one of the people at the club had suggested they make an arrangement with a willing subject, she had acted quickly. She needed someone who would give up their current life and live with her but that this person would have to accept the closeness of her relationship with Dee. the suggestion of a transvestite or transsexual came up very early on as this would give both parties something to gain from the relationship. This weekend was kind of interview. If we liked the arrangement, I was to return home, pack in my job, move out and live with the two of them for five years. In that time, I would have every luxury, dress as a woman when I wanted, have all the clothes I desired and free run of everything except Dee. I would have my own room and would be a part of the 'family' or would be left alone as I desired. It was hoped that the arrangement would be amicable and that, if I wanted to use the time to transition to a female, I would be welcome. At the end of five years, we would separate so she could devote herself to Dee. But there was never any suggestion of a complete split and it was also hoped we could part and remain friends. -- oOo -- I was ready to accept before we arrived at the house, but when I saw it, I was convinced. Their home was a large Georgian town house with a sweeping staircase and vast rooms. Barbara said I could become the lady of the house and spend my days in happiness. She was doing a really good sales job. But now I knew what was at stake, I understood. Dee didn't speak very much and when she did, it was generally only to reinforce what Barbara was saying. I took Dee's leash as we looked around the house. I knew she was Barbara's, but I was beginning to like the idea of someone to do my bidding. They showed me to the kitchen where Dee's cook's uniform hung behind the door. They showed me to the parlour where Dee's parlour maid's uniform hung behind a screen. They showed me to the library where Dee's prim little librarian's outfit was folded neatly in the desk. They showed me to the scullery where Dee has a rubber milkmaid's outfit hanging next to the sink. They showed me to the bathroom where Dee had a rubber apron and gloves with a rubber maid's outfit. They showed me to the nursery where Dee's Nanny uniform hung next to the large cot. "A little weakness of mine," said Barbara as she showed me a large nappy and held it against her waist. They showed me to a small classroom where Dee's uniform hung on one side of the blackboard and Barbara's Mortar, Gown and Cane hung on the other side. Then they showed me to the bedroom where their two nighties lay on their pillows. They showed me to another bedroom which they said would be mine. There were lots of walk-in wardrobes, all empty. "Ready for anything you want," said Barbara. Then, with me still leading Dee by her leash, we went down the back staircase to the basement. "Where is Dee's outfit down here?" I asked. Barbara turned on the light. The basement was in fact a dungeon, full of implements of pain and torture. Barbara pointed to the rack and said that this was Dee's place in the dungeon. "Is she always your slave?" I asked. "Always," answered Barbara. "Even tonight when she is yours she will only be so because I told her to be." "Will you want me to be your slave?" I asked. "Is that what you want?" she said. "Perhaps sometimes," I said, a little worried. "Then 'perhaps sometimes' it will be," she said. "You will have everything you want here. I'll see to it that Dee's outfits are joined in each room by similar outfits for you. Whenever Dee and I play our little 'games', you are welcome to join us. We can do anything you want. We so much want you to be happy." The first thing I wanted was to get out of the corset. So I took Dee upstairs and she helped me to undress. She told me she wasn't always a lesbian like Barbara. She used to like men, but was so fond of her she didn't normally want anyone else. I reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. I told her to kneel doggy fashion on the bed, which she did. She pulled her dress up and I gave her something she'd been missing for a long time. She seemed to like it, but I wasn't interested. I just had to have her. I grabbed her leash and held it as I rammed into her again and again. I pulled up her damp knickers and held her for a while. She put her arms around me and we kissed. "You're a good incentive!" I said. "That's all I am," she reminded me. "Barbara's already made it clear. She and I have been together for a long time and we are very much in love. I hope you and I can be friends - very good friends. I hope we will be living together for a long time. I daresay over the years we will have many close and intimate times. But I will always be Barbara's." "I know," I said. I kissed her again, then I slipped on a pink teddy, my jeans and jumper and my blond bubbly wig. I slipped on a pair of fluffy mule slippers and shuffled out to find my way around, leading Dee by the leash of course. Barbara was waiting for us, also dressed in jeans and a sweater. "Did you enjoy that? We have a lot to discuss," she said. "How about a drink?" I looked at Dee, who seemed a bit overdressed. I unwillingly let her leash go and sent her to change too. Barbara and I went downstairs and settled next to a roaring log-effect open fire. She poured me a drink and sat opposite me. She quizzed me about whether this was what I wanted, asked me whether I could give up my old life and live with someone who would never love me. "Make this clear," she said. "I love Dee. I just need to have you here." "I made up my mind on the way here," I said. "I will start packing on Monday ... if you'll have me." Dee walked back into the room. She was wearing long rubber evening gloves, rubber stockings and suspenders, high heeled shoes, a leather collar and a plastic see-through skirt. The only other thing she wore was a smile. She slinked across the room and sat next to Barbara. A subtle change in Barbara's face gave away her feelings. "You don't want me to have Dee, do you?" I asked. "No," she said. "I just thought it would be a good way of getting you to agree." "I already agree," I said. "I would really love to have Dee tonight but, if we're to spend the next five years together, I should start to try to make you happy. So although I appreciate the thought, I think I should not come between you." Barbara reached out her hand to Dee and Dee slid across, kissing me on the cheek as she went. "I think we've all made the right choice," she whispered. -- oOo -- The following day, Barbara took me home in her car. She came to stay for a couple of days to help me organise and pack away my things. I gave my landlord notice and handed my notice in at work. It was a lot easier than I thought. My boss fired me one the spot! She said she'd send my pay packet on. I told her to shove it and walked out. When I told Barbara, she said everything was working out well. We finished packing, put all of my meagre belongings into her car and said goodbye to my old life. I spent the next few weeks settling in. Barbara went on endless shopping sprees with me and we bought wardrobes full of clothes for me. True to her word, she also arranged a matching outfit for every one of Dee's. In the evenings, I spent time trying on all my new things, trying different makeup, wigs and styles. Dee and Barbara played their little games. It didn't seem right to join in just yet. But a few days later, during one of their little jaunts, Barbara popped her head around my bedroom door and told me to go into the library and put my nice new outfit on. She and Dee would be down in a moment. I dropped the things I was trying on and rushed to the library. I opened the desk drawer and found a rather frumpy-looking outfit. Inside each item, Dee had sewn in her name on a label. So I carefully folded them and put them back. I looked in the drawer on the other side. Sure enough, there was an identical outfit with 'Judy' on similar labels. I thought Dee was going to dress up with me, so I hurried into my outfit. There was a navy blue basque with opaque black stockings and a small pair of navy knickers. It was difficult fitting my manhood into them as it was now quite hard. I put on the navy slip, a crisp white blouse with a silky bow and a pleated navy calf-length skirt. Then I put on the grey cardigan, flat navy shoes and a string of pearls. After tidying my hair, I put on the glasses with a little navy bow in my hair. Then I tucked my other things back in the drawer, closed it and sat down. I was just in time for Barbara and Dee to come walking through the door. But they weren't ready for the same game I thought we were going to play. Instead, they both wore skin-tight red leather dresses zipped down the front. They wore leather boots and leather gloves and strode across the room menacingly. I sat at my desk looking like the terrified little miss. It was a little quiet. I thought I'd better say something. "Can I help you, miss?" I quivered. "Get me a book!" she ordered. "Which one?" I stood up and trembled. "Any one!" she shouted. "Just make it a nice hardback." So I reached for the first book I could find. I fumbled and knocked a few off the shelves as I was shaking so much. As I stooped to pick them up, Barbara told me I was a stupid girl and that I should leave them. I handed her the book. "Pull her knickers down," Barbara ordered Dee. She lifted my skirt and pulled them down. Dee smiled at me and told me she was normally in this position. She made me stand next to the desk and spread my legs apart. Then she took out some straps from the drawer and strapped my ankles to the legs of the desk. She spread me so much I thought I was going to split. Barbara looked on approvingly. Then they both bent me across the desk and strapped my wrists to the other side. She lifted my skirt up over my back and stroked my bare bottom. Then she used the book to beat my bare cheeks until they were raw. I started to cry and Dee joined in with another book. They beat me until I was crying for them to stop. Then they came round and stood next to me. Dee whispered into my ear, "My mistress has something very special for you tonight my pretty one." She held my head up and I looked straight ahead at the dildo Barbara had strapped on. "Kiss it, my pretty one," hissed Dee, "just like you made me kiss yours." In between holding back sobs of pain, I kissed, then licked Barbara's penis. As I did so, Dee slipped behind me and started to oil my stinging cheeks, then she oiled all over my behind and slid her finger into my dark moist inside. She oiled and stroked while I licked and sucked. Then she announced, "This prim little miss is ready for you, mistress. The girl is ready to become a woman." Then they changed places. Barbara moved around behind me and Dee knelt down in front of my face. She started kissing me. Between the sobs and the pain, the oil and the kissing I didn't know where I was. But then Barbara's voice snapped me out of it. "You are to be living as a woman from now on, my dear," she said softly. "Dee and I thought you'd need a little bit of breaking in first." Then she put her hands on my hips and said, "Welcome to womanhood." To begin with, she was gentle. But then she rammed and thrust inside me. It was agony at first. After a while, she found it easier but it still hurt me. She was breathing heavily and grunting. Dee was kissing me and slipping her tongue into my mouth, drowning out my groans. When Barbara stopped, I was relieved, but then almost immediately sad that it was over. "You're a good little lay," said Barbara, panting. "Untie her, Dee." She untied me and I slumped to the floor. Barbara stood with her boot next to my face and I started to lick the heel. "Good Girl," she said. "I hope you're not too sore for another good hard screw." "I'm very sore," I stammered. "But not too sore for you." I pulled myself up and painfully lay across the desk. I gripped the edge of the desk. I parted my legs and braced myself. When nothing happened, I realised my skirt was still in the way. So I wriggled and pulled it up. Then I felt a hand pulling the skirt back down. Dee and Barbara carefully lifted me up from the desk. Dee took a tissue from the drawer and dried my eyes. I was confused. "She didn't mean it," said Dee sympathetically. "But that was a nice gesture anyway." "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," Barbara laughed. "My dear, I have something to ask." She gracefully slipped to one knee, took my hand and said, "We have known each other for just a few short weeks but I have come to respect you and am very fond of you. Would you do me the honour of marrying me?" "Oh it's all so sudden," I smiled through my tears. "Can I think about it?" "I should if I were you. One good lay and she's anybody's," said Dee. "You're forgetting your place," snapped Barbara. "I know my place," said Dee. "It's in your bed and we should be there now." "Perhaps it would be a good place for this little miss to do her thinking," said my suitor. With that, she stood up and whisked me upstairs. I still found it a little painful to walk so I dragged behind a little. Dee hurried along behind us and helped to hurry me up. Then they undressed me, put me to bed, undressed each other and joined me. Dee took some baby oil from the bedside table and started to rub it over me. It was soothing after the harsh treatment earlier. As she rubbed me with the baby oil, Barbara oiled her, concentrating on her breasts. Then Dee turned her attention to Barbara and very soon two oiled bodies were writing in ecstasy. I slipped out when I thought they wouldn't notice. I went back to my room and slept a long and satisfied sleep. -- oOo -- A few weeks later, we were married. A simple function at the register office. For possibly the last time, I wore a suit. Then back to my new home where I changed into a white silk dress. Dee served a beautiful meal. That night, Dee went to my room and I went to theirs. I put a lacy cream nightie on and slipped into be with Barbara. "Just to make sure everything is done properly," she said. We made love, or rather Barbara made love to me. She mounted and rode me roughly and, when she had finished, she picked me up and carried me back to my room. Put me into bed and took Dee back with her. My function had been fulfilled. I was the new woman of the house. I looked forward to my new life. -- oOo -- For the next few months, I settled into my role. I dressed and joined Barbara and Dee for breakfast each day. Some days, I would join Dee in the kitchen and we would cook for our mistress. Other days we would serve her tea in the parlour as maids. Barbara taught me embroidery. Quite often, Barbara and I sat sewing while Dee, dressed in her parlour maid's uniform would serve us. I didn't join in with their library games very much. Generally, when Barbara was in a gentle mood, I might be tempted. I was always curious about what they got up to in the scullery and joined Dee in our rubber milkmaids' outfits one day. I wouldn't like to say what we got up to. Suffice to say we ended up very wet. Barbara loved her games. She loved sex. She was very happy with Dee. One of her happiest times was to have Dee dress as a nanny and then 'nanny' would dress her 'baby'. She would pamper her, change her, breast feed her and smack her if she was naughty. Although I was keen to dress up and join in, I just watched the first time. Dee had told me that Barbara loved to be treated tenderly and looked forward to being nursed. I put my uniform on and sat in the corner. It was a very stiff uniform. Plenty of starch. Then Dee came and changed into her uniform. She went out and led Barbara in. Barbara came in very timidly. Dee called her 'baby' and spoke very gently. She undressed her then lay her on the mat. She gave her a rattle to play with while she put talc on and wrapped a nappy around her. Then she put frilly pants on her, a lacy pink romper suit and pink bobbled shoes. She cuddled her and played games then she undid her apron, opened her dress took out her breast and fed her baby. All this time, Barbara was at peace. She was very happy. That time, I slipped out quietly but next time I joined in. I even undid my uniform and pretended to breast feed her. That's when Dee said that if I wanted to help properly, I'd need breasts. We laughed but the following day Barbara mentioned it. She said if I really wanted to be a woman, I should think about a full change. She arranged for me to visit a clinic. They were very nice and said there were many stages and possibilities. I discussed it with Barbara and she agreed I should start treatment as soon as possible. I had already been growing my hair and slimming like mad, but the moment the doctor put me on hormone treatment, I felt a feminine glow. Barbara and Dee became very involved in the treatment. They took me to the clinic, helped me with my exercises and massaged by budding breasts. Over a long period, I changed into a woman in all but one aspect. My waist slimmed and my hips filled out. My hair grew and my skin glowed. I had facial hair removed. I had my arms and legs waxed, by Dee of course. I felt better every day. We started to go out more and I turned a few heads at the club. I danced with one of the TV nuns. We became friends and went out a lot together, mainly to the theatre. Barbara liked him and he occasionally came to dinner. Dee thought we made a nice couple, but I reminded her that, although I was developing a woman's appearance, I was still only attracted to women. We lived a life of leisure. We played tennis a lot. I had to wear a very good sports bra for that! We toured the country, visiting stately homes. Dee wondered what I would have been like as a princess. We went to the theatre a lot. I started to love costume dramas. I didn't like going to the cinema, though. I hated the way Dee and Barbara dived into the back row and started kissing all through the film. We went on holiday more times than I had ever been away before. I loved the ski holidays and felt I was getting quite good. One special holiday took us to see whales swimming in the Arctic. We hugged together for warmth each night. I have very many happy memories of those holidays. When the doctor said I was ready, I went to the clinic for a breast enlargement. The result was fantastic. When the doctor confirmed on my final checkup that everything was ok, Barbara couldn't wait to get home to get them in her mouth. That night, I breast fed two babies as Barbara and Dee gently sucked my beautiful breasts. That was when Dee came up with another of her ideas. "If she's the new lady of the house," she said, "then why not have a ladies' maid?". Barbara and Dee referred to me a 'she' all the time now. "Yes," said Barbara. "She needs a maid. She needs a ladies' maid. She needs a woman who can take care of her special needs." And with that, they started to look. -- oOo -- First, they started to bring people they met at the club. They would bring them back, dress them in a maid's outfit and present them to me in my room. Each time, I would discover the same old thing. They'd brought me a transvestite. I wanted a woman. The maids were very apologetic so I'd give each a good blow job and a thorough spanking before sending them on their way. Then Dee thought of advertising for maids but the old ladies who answered the advert were not interested in the sort of duties we had in mind. One of them even took me across her knee and spanked me before walking out in disgust. Then one of Barbara's friends, Angela, gave us the answer. She had found herself in terrible debt. Her business had folded, she had lost her home and badly needed help. Barbara offered her that help. She offered to pay off all her debts provided Angela sold herself into slavery. Apparently, Angela was surprised. But Barbara, in her usual persuasive way, convinced her it was a good idea. Barbara would give her the money and Angela would work off the money over a number of years. It was under these terms that Angela first visited me. Dee dressed her in her old gingham dress with the matching collar and leash. Barbara made it clear to her that the loan depended entirely on my accepting her as my ladies maid. Then they led her to my room. She was not a stunning beauty but she was very pleasant. She was very petite. Dee had tied a bow around her waist to pull the dress in where she was so slim. She stood there, nervous, as Dee closed the door behind her. I had put on a black silk teddy for the occasion. She looked at me. I called her to me. She asked me what her duties would be. I told her she would have to bathe me, dress me, do my hair and makeup, take care of my clothes, serve me and warm my bed. I undid her dress and felt her breasts. They were small bit very nice. She slipped the strap off my shoulder and felt my breast. "I have never slept with a woman before," she told me, "But Barbara tells me she enjoys sucking your breasts." "Suck them now then," I said, bringing her head towards them. "And that's your first order." As she tentatively licked then kissed then sucked my nipple, I dropped her dress to the floor and undid her bra. Then I took her gently to the bed and lay her down. I tied her hands and feet to the corners of the bed, gagged her, then sat astride her. "You are now my slave," I whispered. "You exist to serve and please me. If you are good, you will enjoy a gentle and loving relationship with me, your mistress. If you are careless or impolite or fail to please, you will find me a firm and cruel mistress. Punishment will be swift and painful. It's up to you." Then I reached down and freed my throbbing member from the silk which held it. I heard her muffled grunt of surprise as she saw me. Then I thrust it inside her the way Barbara had thrust inside me. I didn't stop until I was satisfied. Then I freed her. She sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her wrists and ankles. "Was I good enough?" she asked. "We've only just started," I said. "You will have a lot more to do as my maid." At that moment, Barbara and Dee burst into the room with champagne and glasses. We hugged and celebrated and eventually Barbara took Angela home. A few weeks later, Angela moved in. And so I became the lady of the house. Barbara, my wife, spending her time with her slave, Dee. It's nice to curl up on long winter nights around the fire, cuddling with Barbara while Dee licks our toes to keep us warm, Barbara and I are finding ours the perfect marriage. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- After a long pause, I thanked Judy for baring her soul. Then I turned to Angela. "What will be your part in this?" She spoke carefully, clearly and quietly, looking at the her feet as she spoke. "Mistress, I will do whatever I am commanded. Judy has told me I am to sign myself over to you. This I do willingly." At just the right moment and with her usual uncanny timing, Fern knocked on the door and came in. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked. "Witness these signatures for us, sweetheart," I said. "Do you have a ...?" Fern handed them a pen and they both signed the contracts, Fern signed as a witness then brought the documents to me. I signed and Fern gave each a little spray of scent - a nice touch, I thought. "I will file these," she said. "You now have no further appointments today. If you would like to sort through some matters with me in my office, I will set Ivy to giving the office a good clean if that is to your satisfaction, Miss Primrose. Would you like me to show your visitors out?" "Judy will be leaving. Please get her coat," I said, indicating for Judy to rise. "She has some matters to attend to at home. She probably also has a great deal of packing to do. Angela will be coming home with me from now on. You will be seeing her tomorrow, Miss Mundy." "Yes, Miss," she said. "Come with me, Judy," she said. Judy rose and, without a word to Angela, said, "Thank you, Mistress. I hope to serve you to your satisfaction." "Thank you for coming, Judy," I replied. "Please give my regards to your wife and ask her to telephone me to let me know when you will be ready to move out. I will send a van when it is convenient with her." "Thank you, Mistress," she said, and left with Fern. I told Angela to stand and had just started to take a good look at my new acquisition when Fern returned. "Shall I put her away until we have finished for the day?" she asked. "Of course, dear," I said. "I am famished. I have missed my lunch. Come on, let's get on with that paperwork." "I have brought you a nice salad for your lunch, Miss Primrose. It is on my desk." Efficient as ever, Fern led Angela to the filing cupboard and strapped her in. Each foot slopped into a clamped hole in the bottom shelf, her waist was fixed when she slid the centre shelf in and her wrists were strapped under the top shelf. Fern locked the cupboard and called for Ivy, who came in carrying her cleaning box and vacuum cleaner. She looked a lot neater than she had before. Fern had, as ever, worked wonders. I sat at Fern's desk and made a start on the beautiful salad she'd brought back. She locked my office door as she came out and said that we would not want the silly thing disturbing us. Then she crossed to the main office door and locked that. "We don't want anyone else disturbing us either," she said. "Very good, Miss Mundy," I said. Then she took a glass and a small bottle of wine from her top drawer and poured. She bent down and kissed the rim of the glass, leaving it for me to taste. Then she knelt down, slipped under the desk, slid my skirt gently upwards. She began kissing my stocking tops as I sipped my wine. I thought perhaps she deserved a pay rise but, as I don't pay her anyway, that was not possible. Silly me, I thought. Then I thought of quiet submissive little Angela. She would be Fern's reward tomorrow night. I do enjoy Fern's visits to my house. She is one of a select few girls, who stays the night and does keep me nice and warm. She was kissing my silk knickers as I started to become very aroused. Very soon I would be inside those pretty lips and Fern would be licking and sucking between her eager groans. If she was good, I thought, I might put her over the desk for some serious research. Office work can be so hard. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-