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CHAPTER 6 I had spent an hour or so doing light house-work, after checking what needed doing today off the kitchen rota. Ate lunch, took off the maids outfit, washed his dried cum off my bottom, and relaxed for another hour. It was mid afternoon and he was still not up yet, so I changed for my swim. I choose a florescent green bikini, slipped a sarong over the top and went to the pool. I had nearly finished my set amount of lengths, when he appeared, in his swimming shorts, holding a towel. "Think I'll join you babe," he said, throwing the towel aside and diving in. He did a few brisk lengths as I finished mine. Noticing I was finished, he swam over to join me. I was standing in about four foot of water leaning against the side; he put his arms around me, kissed me, I could feel the bulge in his speedoes. His hand slipped down the front of my bikini-bottoms. "I'm horny again babe, let's have a sauna." Leading me by the hand, we went into the, fair-sized, sauna room inside it was already hot and steamy. Removing his speedoes, he turned to face me, his cock fully erect. "Come here babe." He said, his arms around my back, unhooking my bikini-top, it fell to the floor, as he stooped to lick my nipples. Next he grasped my bikini- bottoms and tugged them off. We lay down on a large massage table, covered each other in oil. We writhed and squirmed together, massaging the oil into each others bodies, until he could hold back no more. Moving between my legs, he took my ankles in his huge hands, and pulled them up and apart. Pushing them back over me, he entered my, already very well oiled bum, in one thrust, penetrating me with all his length. I felt the instant pain and pleasure a girl gets from being rammed hard in her ass by her man. It must have been good for him too, as he did not last long, grunting as he filled me up with his man-cream. "Come on, let's go, you go get a shower, I'll see you at dinner babe," he laughed as he withdrew and stood up. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) The next morning after Emma and I had eaten breakfast she showed me how to paint and maintain my nails as promised. I had picked a short grey wool mini-skirt, black hold-ups and boots, with a white, fine, cashmere V-necked sweater to wear for the day. David arrived home at mid-day, and the three of us had lunch together, prepared and served by Joan. He asked her how I had faired with my lessons, Emma laughed and told him that I seemed keen, and a quick learner, that I would be perfect. He was pleased, leaned over squeezed my thigh, kissing me deeply. Emma left after lunch, telling me, that she would be back in a few days time, and to practise what she had shown me. Next time it would be higher heels, she laughed, as she hugged me, kissed me and left. "So," he said, "why don't you go and spend the rest of the afternoon practising your walking, sitting, standing and your body-language. Tonight, after dinner, you can give me a display of your new talents, princess." I spent the next four or five hours in my room, and by the time it was time to get ready for dinner, I was feeling a lot more confident. Not quite walking like a cat-walk model yet, although that will come soon with practice I thought. I could see myself in the mirrors as I paraded, my feet were crossing as I walked, and my ass was swaying nicely from side to side. He had told me, that dinner was casual tonight, we would dine in the kitchen, so to wear one of the tiny mini-skirts Id worn earlier. He also added that I was to wear five inch, spiked heel, strappy sandals too, for more of a challenge and bare legs, as the skirts were too short for nylons. I selected a tiny, bright pink, pleated mini-skirt, and a sleeve-less cropped white top, that had pink scrolled lettering on the front, just one word, GIRL. With plain white satin bra and G-sting underneath, the sandals were harder to walk in than boots or normal shoes as they don't have the ankle support in. In the sandals if I slipped to one side, on stairs, etc, I would look like Bambi in the cartoon. After our meal we went into our living-room, he had prepared it. Along one wall was a similar selection of chairs, stools and seats that Id practised on earlier. "Ok my little prom-queen, let's see you do your stuff." For the next half an hour I walked the length of the room and back, as he watched from different angles, the front, the sides, and from behind. "Very, very good princess," he eventually commented. "You are a quick learner, a natural feminine woman." He was smiling broadly. "You are gonna be perfect. Now let's see you sitting without flashing your knickers too much," he laughed. I climbed onto the stool and then sank into the low sofa, keeping my knees together, as demur and lady-like as I could. I crossed and then un-crossed my legs on each seat. Did the same on the wooden dinning chair, and on all the others. Again he was very happy with me. "Excellent darling," he said kissing me. "I did get a flash of your panties a couple of times, but that can't be helped in such a tiny skirt. Besides, why else do you think men like to see a girl wearing them?" We spent the next hour chatting about my day, until it was time for bed. He escorted me to my room. Handing me my tablet, he ran his other hand up my leg, from my knee to the start of my panties. "You see Sammy, nice and smooth, the pills are working already." With that he kissed me and said "Oh, I almost forgot, tomorrow afternoon, Selina will be visiting, good-night, princess." Selina made her grand entry at lunchtime the following day, and I mean, grand entry! She was Elegant, with a capital E, her walk, her clothing, her mannerisms, her whole persona. Mid-forties, tall, slim, immaculate dark hair, nails and make-up, and spoke very posh. She wore a very expensive, tailored, black suit, the jacket came in at her waist, the skirt was just above the knee, tight, with a six inch slit in the back. Underneath was a deep purple silk blouse, her jewelery must have been worth thousands. What I noticed most though, was her seamed, silk stockings, and the six inch stilletoe heeled shoes. Where with Emma my training had been fun, with Selina it was more formal, she whisked me upstairs, and checked the contents of my wardrobes. She spoke to me in clipped tones, like she was a tutor at a young ladies finishing school, clapping her hands, as she issued her instructions. She had me parading the room, sitting properly, standing properly, this time in my highest six inch heels. After two hours of constant practise, she had me stop, telling me to sit down, she sat too. She smiled at me for the first time and spoke; this time her voice a lot softer. "You're doing very well Samantha, I am impressed, keep practising until it becomes second nature. You must always remember that you are a woman now, and as a woman your very body language is dictated to you by the clothing that you will be wearing. You will always be straightening your bra strap, smoothing down your skirt, checking your garter-straps, checking your hair and make-up, etc. Even when you are on your own, you must maintain your femininity." "Also you must remember that a lady only ever sits on the lavatory, never stands," she added with a smile. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking. All the time she was constantly checked my mannerisms for any sign of lingering male-ness. She explained all the do's and don'ts of being a woman, the differences between how men and women think, the differences between the way a woman would look at something as opposed to the way a man would. She told me that from now on I had to not only dress like a woman, I must think like one and must become one, in mind and body. She left at six pm in her top of the range Mercedes two-seater convertible,; her husband must be at least as wealthy as Andy. I told David all about what she had said and taught me. He nodded approvingly, saying "Selina is a real lady, a good wife for her husband, I have seen her remain composed and dignified, in some potentially very embarresing positions," he laughed. "Yes. A real lady, a credit to her husbands training." He added that I must remember her advice, to make things perfect for us both, and, "'It's nice for you to meet as many of the girls as possible, they are all different." I wondered just how many there were? A whole circle of rich guys with TV wives? Were there single "girls" or single guys in this social circle? "Chantelle will be arriving tomorrow you will find her very different from Selina." The rest of the evening was spent like the last couple, we ate, chatted, and retired quite early. As he kissed me good night, he slipped me my tablet. "Good night darling, remember in a couple of days, you will have to make your decision on whether you want to stay here, and live this feminine life, or go back to your old one. See you in the morning babe." I lay awake considering things; I had to admit it was an exciting offer!. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) Feeling relaxed after my afternoon swim, sauna, and fucking, I showered, applied light make-up and dressed. Picking out a white, straight, knee-length skirt. Sky-blue top, white strappy sandals, tan hold-ups, and pale blue bra and panties. I made dinner and we dinned in the kitchen, later on in the sitting room, he said "I'm getting an early night sugar, I suggest you do to, sleep in your own room tonight honey, I'll see you in the morning, 9am sharp." He kissed me, leaving me to watch television for a couple of hours, before I too, went to bed. My phone was ringing, it was 4am, I answered it I knew it could only be him. "Can't sleep, get your ass in here now sweetheart." I quickly walked down the corridor, in my bare feet, wearing just my little black, see through nighty and black G-string. I always slept in similar stuff, even when on my own, I was a girl now! He was sat up in bed, the table-lamp on. "Come here sugar," he said, pulling the covers back. "Get in; why should a man sit here with a hard-on, when his new, pretty little wife is in the next room?" he laughed. I climbed into bed with him, cuddling against his broad, hairy chest as he put his arms around me. I played with his nipples, teased them and pinched them, he groaned, pulling me tighter to him. I slowly moved my hand down to his cock, stroking it, and tickling his balls, he was fully erect, his member twitching at every gentle touch. His hand stroked my bum, fingers drifting further down between my cheeks. Pushing me onto my tummy, he stroked the back of my legs, from my knees up to my buttocks. Lifting up my short nighty, his finger under the thin strip of material covering my sex-hole, he stretched it up, exposing me. I opened my legs more and more, enabling his hand to slide further down between my legs. "Wider babe," he encouraged. I spread wide so he could access my pussy. "Oh yea that's it princess, let daddy feel his girls pussy-lips and clitty" he whispered. His fingers reaching under my crotch, as his thumb firmly massaged my anus. I felt him lean up over me, heard him spit, and felt the saliva drip onto my, already opening ring. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned. As his thumb entered me, stretching me, opening me for what surely was to follow; he parted my cheeks and let the cool lube drip into my slightly opened, girly, little pussy-ass. I could feel it running down onto my sensitive pussy-lips. Massaging it in he said, "That's it sweetheart; are you ready for your husband, lord and master's cock, bitch?" "Yes please sir," I moaned, raising my hips up in willingness and submission to him. He moved on top of me, supporting his weight on his hands placed palm down on the bed either side of my shoulders. He was lay between my legs, his hard cock between my slippery lubed buttocks. He did not require any guidance to find his target, the tip of his cock sliding, easily into my open pussy-ass. Pausing after two or three inches, he lowered his head to kiss my neck. "You ready princess?" he breathed into my ear. "Why yes sir, big daddy," I answered, "A good little girl is always ready for her man." I added, taking a deep breath, readying myself, physically and mentally for what was gonna come real soon! The initial stab off pain as he thrust in up to his balls is always a shock. The feeling of eight inches of hard cock suddenly being rammed up my ass, always induces a sharp intake of breath in me, to say the least! Though now, I have learnt that this acceptance, sexual submission, is part of being a good girl for my man! After the first few thrusts I can get a little more used to it, even pushing my hips up impaling myself voluntarily onto him, as I know he likes. He stopped, his legs moving out over mine, pushing mine together, making my love-hole even tighter for him and for me!. His weight bore down on my hips even more as he rammed his cock deeper inside me. I knew he was cumming as he quickened; like all men when they hit their final strokes, they are completely oblivious to the welfare of the girl underneath them. Eventually he stiffened, groaned, and shot his thick semen inside me. I squeezed my legs together, to hold it inside me for as long as possible. Again, like a typical man, a bite on the neck, a kiss on the lips, and he rolled off me. I fell asleep in his arms, safe, secure, my acceptance of my new life overtaking me. CHAPTER 7 The following evening as we sat on the sofa watching television he asked me to fetch him another brandy. I walked across the room, my bum swaying, knowing he was watching me. I had to bend a little, from the waist, legs straight, as I had been taught to as I reached for the brandy bottle. This made my mini-skirt ride up, showing him the tops of my hold-ups. "Oh that looks good, my little wife," he said in appreciation and blew me a kiss. "I have an idea for a little fun tonight," he added. "Go upstairs and put on a red basque, matching panties and put the panties on over the straps, black fishnets, red heels, and a little jewelry. When you are ready, wait in my room, kneeling at the side of my bed in the display position." Which meant, kneeling with my bum resting on my heels, knees wide apart, back straight, hands behind my head, eyes down to the floor in submission. "I am gonna have a few more drinks, I will be up when I am ready; go on, off you go sweetheart." I went to my room, and got out the stuff he had asked for. Laying it out on the bed, I realised how slutty it looked, my little fuck-hole was gonna get worked tonight. Fastening up the basque, then twisting it round my body was sexy, the material rubbing against my skin was extremely sensual for me as was the feel off the fishnets on my legs. I wriggled into the tight panties, and slipped on the six inch red heels with a high pad-locking ankle strap. He was still downstairs, so, obeying his instructions, I knelt in position by the bed, and waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually after almost an hour, my legs now stiff, he arrived. Completely ignoring me, he went into the bathroom; I heard him wash and clean his teeth. Next, he undressed folding his clothing as he removed it, taking his time, making me squirm. I knelt in silence I knew not to speak until I was spoken to. When he was naked he strolled over to me, cupping my chin in his hand, he tilted my head up. still not speaking he squeezed my cheeks with his thumb and fore finger, so as I had to open my mouth. Instantly he filled it with his big hard cock ramming it in deep; deeper and harder than ever before. By pulling me further onto him by my hair, he was literally fucking my face, raping my mouth, seeming not to care when I choked or gagged. Of course I knew not to pull away or complain, just take it in total submission. Kneeling before a man and giving him your mouth is always a pretty submissive position to be in, at any time, especially with my hands still behind my head! After, what felt like hours, though was probably only 15-30 minutes, I felt my mouth fill with his hot cum. He continued to pump away, his cum squirting out of the corners of my mouth, and down my chin, he is a very heavy cummer. Stopping and withdrawing, he pulled my head back by my hair, looking down on my cum splattered face, my cheeks bulging with the rest of his load. "Good little sex-toy, now swallow your master and owners cum and say thank you." Gulping it all down, I said, "Thank you master." He laughed and walked to the other side of the bed. He placed three big, firm booster pillows on top of each other, across it. Clicking his fingers and pointing at first me, then the pillows, he said. "Here! Get your fucking bitch-ass up and over that, face down." My legs almost gave way, stiff from being forced to kneel for so long. I slumped on the bed, climbing up onto the pillows. They were so thick and firm that my body was bent at the hips in an almost 90 degree angle. My head down, face against the bed, my ass raised up high in the air. He grabbed my wrist and fastened a two inch thick leather cuff with a big metal D-ring, through it he ran a rope and tied it to the bed-post. He repeated this on with my other arm, so they were spread wide only fully secure, I couldn't move them at all. Next he tugged my panties off and threw them down on the floor. "You won't be needing your knickers tonight slut." He attached similar straps to my ankles and secured them to the bottom corners of the bed. I Was now spread-eagled, my bum-cheeks stretched open, not even the thin material of my panties to cover my little fuck- hole. Pulling my head up by the hair, he forced a couple of tablet's, a sort I hadn't seen before into my mouth, giving me a sip of his brandy, to wash them down. Next he put a ball-gag in my mouth, fastening it at the back. "Don't want you screaming the place down, do we bitch." He slapped very hard on my bottom, I bite hard on the gag in shock. "Make yourself comfortable sweetheart, I will be back in a while," he said, laughing as he left. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) Chantelle was a lot different to Selina. Where Selina had been tall, slim, elegant and very prim and proper in her mannerisms, style of dress and attitude. Chantelle was a little shorter than me, slim, but with a shapely little bottom and was about my age, early twenties. Bleached blond, wavy, long hair, lots of make-up, she was quite busty and not shy to show them off. She was wearing a very short, white mini- skirt, tan nylons, a baby-pink, very tight, low cut, little, cropped T- shirt, with six in heeled, white, sprappy sandals. Her jewellery was all pink and white pearl, with a large pink jewelled navel piercing. She spoke in London/S E English accent, possibly an Essex-girl as she fitted the stereo-type. Looked like a porn star, and acted like a natural bimbo, had she been born a real girl, she would probably have married a Footballer! still, she was a bubbly, chatty, happy, and very friendly, a very likable girl. Once in my room she explained that she had once worked as a hairdresser, before she was 'married'. She showed me how to fix and arrange my hair in various styles. I noticed that the hair on my head, had grown two or three inches in the last four or five days, since I started taking the body hair suppressant pills. I had also noticed that since he had given me the tablet's, my body hair had completely disapeared. Except for my pubic hair, that was unaffected. I mentioned this to Chantelle. She smiled at me and told me that. "Oh that's how the pills are supposed to work babe, don't worry," she giggled. "If you take the right ones, you can grow a pair of tits like these. With this new hormone that's out, a girl can grow can grow from as flat as a boy, to a C-cup in a month. They can change your ass, your hips, your waistline and your thighs too, make your skin softer, alter your vocal cords, even make your face appear a to have a more feminine, softer look; all in thirty days." "Although I'm sure the ones David's giving you are just the temporary body hair stoppers," she quickly added. I asked her if the other hormones were permanent. "Oh yes, mine are, although some aren't," she replied, "but there's no going back for me now, I'll look like a girl, forever." She squeezed her breasts, laughing and continued, "And I wouldn't have it any other way." That night at dinner, after we had eaten, Chantelle had left earlier to go make Gary's dinner, she had said, David leaned over and looked at me intensely. "Have you enjoyed your week here princess," he spoke gently, looking me in the eye. "Of course" I replied, "it's been like a fantasy come true." "Tomorrow evening, you have to make your decision on whether you want to stay here and become my special little wife. And create a new life here as a woman; always dressed pretty and girly, to become a rich mans kept little kitten or not?" It sounded appealing I had enjoyed my time here immensely. "But first darling, I am going to tell you, exactly what it entails, its not all gonna be like the last week. As an old-style good little wife, you will have certain duties and responsibilities to your husband. You must understand and except these, before making your decision, as once you do, you must live by it!" "Ok, David," I answered. "You remember the day you arrived? When I gave you the panties to put on?" I told him I remembered it well. "Because I am absolutely serious, princess. When you put a pair of panties on, you are no longer a male. Only a male may wear the trousers; you, as a girl, will always wear pretty little girly panties, stockings and skirts. You surrender all your rights as a male; as a feminine girl you live only to please and serve me, as your man. I will make all the decisions for you; even, quite often, telling you exactly just what to wear. You will defer to me at all times, you will show instant, one hundred percent obedience, and dedicate your life to obeying, serving and pleasing me. You will need to be the lady of the house, as Joan is only going to here one or two days a week in future. So the cooking, washing and some of the cleaning duties will fall on you. This means that as well as my wife, you will, amongst other things, be my maid, and as such, when on maid duties, you will wear the uniform provided." He paused to let me take it all in. "You will have the afternoons more or less to yourself to use the gym, swim, go riding, have some of your girlfriends round." "As long as you ask my permission first," he added. "Some days you will assist me in my office, basic secretarial stuff, again, you will dress appropriately for the task. "You will always dress sexy and feminine, always act feminine, be submissive, demur and respectful to me, speak only when you are spoken too, by me or any other male! "Sexually you will be my slave, instantly and enthusiastically carrying out anything! I tell you to do. As my wife, you will be my property, you have no say, in any matter. "After the wedding you will be no longer the penetrator of pussy, it is you that has the pussy-ass, you will be the penetrated. "As such it is your duty to always make yourself as pretty as possible for me. So I will always want to use you're your girly sex-hole. "I will be your husband, master and owner, and I reserve the right to punish you, should you disobey me, or make any mistakes. I will have no qualms whatsoever, for minor offences, to put you over my knee, pull down your panties and spank you, even in public, if needed. "For more serious transgressions of my rules, or dissent, I will use a crop or a cane. Afterwards you will thank me, for teaching you how to be a good girl, and be grateful that I love and care for you enough to bother. "In return I give you all this, a rich life, no cares or worries, beyond your female duties. The chance to live as a true woman, a real mans wife, in luxury, new clothes, expensive lingerie, a new and wealthy life." He had been talking quite a while now; it was a lot to take in. To be completely dependant on a rich, strong man, certainly was an aphrodisiac. He spoke again. "You must tell me your decision at dinner tomorrow. Stay here and live this life, or put on your male clothes, and leave the following morning forever; now I really must get some sleep princess." He kissed me and left. That night I fell asleep, pondering a life changing decision, my mind already more than half made up. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) The fear of just what he intended to do when he returned was making me scared. Surely he wouldn't take the crop or the bamboo cane to my raised exposed bottom. I knew to fear them, though he had promised that he would only punish me when I had done something wrong, or disobeyed him. As far as I could recall, I had been a good girl, I did not have to wait long to find out. I heard the door open and him walk in. "How's my little girl then? The muscle relaxant I gave you should be working by now." He said as he sat on the bed at my side, stroking my exposed love-hole. I had felt a looseness in my limbs, but had put it down to being tied. "Ready for some fun, sweetheart?" his fingers now probing my slit. I heard him unzip a bag. "Got some things here for my little cock-slut, here have a look." Taking out a six inch vibrator, he placed it on the bed so I could see it, he laughed. "Oh, and this one too, and this, and this." He continued, until he had placed six vibrators/dildoes, of various lengths and widths, in ascending order, in my view. The biggest being twelve inch in length, very fat and realistic looking, I doubted I could even fit it in my mouth! Surely he wasn't planning of putting it anywhere else? There was a sharp slap across my bum followed by. "Don't worry princess, the first few, are just to warm you up first, so you'll be nice and stretched in a few hours, by the time we have built up to the last one," he laughed. My eyes must have widened in fear and horror; this would be worse than any punishment would have been. "You have had a few days now to get used to the feel of a man's cock in your erstwhile little virgin fuck-hole. Now I want to see just how much it will stretch, I may have a good eight inch cock myself, but there are men with bigger, much bigger." What did he mean by that last part? I wondered. "It's ok sugar, relax as much as you can, I'll be using a real lot of lube on you." He was using a very thick heavy lube; more like Vaseline than the usual KY gel. Working it well in, pushing more up my pussy-ass with three or four fingers. He whispered, "Mmmm that tablet is working your cunt is responding well. How is it affecting your head angel?" I couldn't answer him of course, the gag was fitted securely; as well he knew. Although I was feeling a little groggy, quite a nice drugged- up feeling really, I hoped it worked as an anaesthetic too! The first of his toys, entered me quite easily, I could cope with it as since our 'wedding night' I had been used by a real bigger cock. In fact his gentle pushing and twisting of it, coupled with the vibrations, was quite pleasurable. I could feel him pulling my buttocks aside, opening me further, stretching the entrance to my sex-hole as he worked. I was mentally drifting a little; a combination of the drug, and the stimulation of the sexual, anal invasion. After a while, I don't know how long as I was losing track of time he removed his toy, placing it down and picking up the next, slightly longer and fatter one he murmured' Very good, let's try something a little bigger, shall we, slut." This one was about seven inches long. Again, I could cope, although I could feel the difference in width. He worked my ass, for ages, he was obviously in no hurry. This was going to be a very long night! The eight inch one, and the nine inch one, were more of a challenge, mainly because of their width. He took his time with first the eight inch, then the nine inch, it really was stretching me now. He was just using me more for his amusement than my pleasure. I felt my ass gape wide open as he removed them, with a little popping sound. "Oh yea, that does look horny, nothing looks sexier on a pretty girl, than a just fucked, wide-open cock-hole; now let's try something a bit more interesting, sweetheart." Lubing the ten inch weapon, as well as squeezing a liberal amount into my ass, he said, "Now this one may hurt, but remember, a girl must endure a little pain for her man's pleasure; or even just for his amusement, now open wide bitch." Yes, it did hurt, even in my drugged-up state, I knew that this was more than I had ever had inside me before. I squirmed and bit at the gag, as he worked it, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, opening my pussy wide. Pulling it out to the tip then sliding it up, in one stroke to its full length; squeezing and slapping my bum, as he did so. "That's it, good girl, you can do it," he encouraged. "I'll let you get used to this one, before we go for the grand finale, he laughed. Eventually he let it fall out, and discarded it. Picking up the last, huge, fat, twelve inch toy, he leaned over, and gently tapped my face with it. It was so wide I wouldn't have been able to close my hand around it. My drug glazed eyes must have widened with fear, looking up at him, silently pleading for mercy, although I knew that there would be very little chance of any! "This is it, my little princess, I want you to show daddy what a good little cock-slut you are." Watching him ceremoniously lube it before my eyes, made me more scared than ever. He stroked my hair, and said, "Are you ready to do this for your man, bitch." I knew that he was not really caring if I was or not. The pain hit me as soon as he penetrated me with it. It was much, much wider than even the ten inch one. I stretched and squirmed in my bondage, but to no avail; I threw my head up and bit hard on the gag, my arms and legs tensing in fear and pain. I would have screamed if I had been able and this felt like only the first couple of inches! He stopped and removed it. Moving to my side, he said, "Here you are darling, you are doing well, inhale this deeply it will help." Lifting my chin up, he stuck a small bottle under my nostril, his thumb over the other one. I had no choice but to inhale in the strong smelling fumes. Within seconds my head exploded, the room span, I didn't know where I was, until I felt the pain in my ass, although not as sharp as before. All my sensations were running into one as it penetrated me, the line between pain and pleasure completely blurred now. "That's it you dirty little bitch, almost there," he said pushing it in the last two inches. "All the way to the hilt, you really are a little whore, aren't you." Slipping half the length out, he said, "Let's see you take it again." It felt like I was being split open, I struggled and bucked against by bonds, but he was remorseless, slowly fucking me with it for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly he let go of it, letting it hang out of me. "That's it princess, all over, I wanna see you slowly squeeze it out." As if my ass muscles had anything left in them! I did respond to his demand although it hurt almost as much going out as it had going in. Opening my buttocks, he whistled, "Wow, you're a real girl now princess." He must have been masterbating as he examined me and continued to do so as he moved to my side. I saw the streams of cum leave his cock, a split second before I felt them splash on my face, over my cheeks, nose eyes, and my gag. Roughly grabbing my hair, he wiped his sticky cock clean with it and my cuffs were loosened. "Get up slut, go shower and get some sleep; you can have a lie in tomorrow morning. As tomorrow evening you are going to have a very late and busy night." It was a slow walk to my room, my legs were stiff from being tied up for several hours and my poor abused little bottom hurt with every step. CHAPTER 8 I took his advice and slept in until lunchtime the following day. My limbs were still a little stiff from being tied for several hours last evening, although a couple of hours in the gym later would solve that. My sex-hole was a bit stretched and tender too, it had been well used and abused, I could feel it still tingling from my last nights' duties. He had not ordered breakfast, and as I had no chores to do today, I relaxed in bed for another hour. I was still wondering about just what he had meant, when he said to me, that, I was to have a very late and busy evening tonight? They were the last words he had spoke to me as I staggered from his room, my legs weak from the drugs, bondage and abuse, the previous evening. Two hours later, I had showered, made-up, and dressed simply in a multi-coloured, patterned, pastel cotton, summer dress, with tan hold- ups, and matching, lacy, bra and panties. He was still not up so I had a bit to eat and watched television for a while, a couple of hours later, he entered the room. "Good morning darling," he said, "and how are you?" He sat beside me on the sofa and we chatted for a while, I made him some food, he turned to me, stroking my thigh. "Samantha honey, tonight it is my turn to host the boys poker game, I am expecting six guests, they will arrive about nine pm, and we will play until the early hours of the morning." "Ok David," I answered. "So you will prefer me to stay out of the way?" "Well no," he replied, "I will be wanting you to wait on at the card table." He stood up and took my hand. "Come through here honey, this is where we will be playing." I was led into one of the other, larger living rooms, the large, eight- seat casino style poker table was already set up; a well stocked drinks cabinet near by. "You will be responsible for making sure the guy's glasses are full, and their cigars are light when required. You will stand, at attendance, ready to serve, when one of us wants a drink, you will take his glass to the cabinet on your little tray, refresh it and bring it back to him. You will then stand by his side until someone else requires anything. Also, don't forget to regulary empty the ash-trays, and keep a lighter handy, as they will expect you to hold it as they light their smokes. Ok so far?" I told him I understood. "Good, at all times you must stand-up straight; holding the tray in front of you with both hands, keep still, and be quiet, only speak when you are spoken to. When you need to bend to reach things, ashtrays, glasses, etc, keep your legs together and bend at the waist. Do not let me down, or embarrass me in front of my friends or I will be very, very angry, do you understand?" I told him that, yes, I fully understood. I realised that any failure on my part, would lead to the most painful punishment so far received. He went on to say. "Very good Samantha, this is very important to me, so you must get it right. You will know most of the men coming, you met them at our wedding. All, except Mr Roberts, he is a new face to our poker circle, and was not present last week. You will address me at all times as Master, and you will address all the other men as Sir." "Yes Master," I replied. He laughed, "That's ok honey, just call me that when they get here." He kissed me, and continued, "Now go and get ready, heavy make-up, thick bright red lipstick, matching nail varnish, toes as well! And lots of perfume. I will come to your room with you now, and select what I want you to wear; then you can shower, come on." He watched me strip naked in the bedroom and disappear into the bathroom. When I came out, twenty minutes later, he was gone. On the bed there was laid out, my outfit for the evening. A very short, very tight fitting, little, black lycra, cocktail dress, low cut, with two thin shoulder straps. A pair of very sheer, black, seamed, silk stockings, six inch heeled shoes, with pad-locking straps to go round the ankles. The bra, panties and garter belt were matching, black and red, of a very tight, stretchy, flimsy material. To finish the look, he had set out some pieces of jewellery. Two bracelet's and a short necklace, all matching, they were very thick, heavy, gold chains, like exotic slave chains. The symbolism of them was obvious, he was showing his guests, that I, as his wife, knew my place. I applied my make-up on thickly as he had ordered; three thick coats of lip-stick, squeezing a wad of tissue between my lips after each coat, to set and compress it. Finishing them with a heavy layer of gloss, I checked myself in the mirror, I really had got quite good at this I thought. After fixing my hair, and spraying a large amount of heavy feminine scent all over my body, I dressed. First the bra and garter, then the stockings, it took me ages to get the seams straight. Finally slipping the tight little panties up my silken legs, they fit beautifully, snug around my clit and bum. The dress was very, very tight, so low cut that the red lace trim of my bra showed a little at the bust line. No matter how much I stretched it down, it was just not quite long enough to cover my stocking tops. Every time I walked, or bent to serve, it would ride up to show the bottom bit of my panties, I would be forever pulling it down straight, each time I moved. The heels too, were going to be awkward to wear, as I was going to have to stand, walk, and serve in them for hours and hours. He was correct when he told me last night, that this evening was going to be hard work. Eventually I was ready, everything perfectly arranged, straps straight, make-up and hair perfect; dress stretched up at the top, and down at the bottom to cover as much as possible. I tottered out of my room and down the stairs. Master David was in the cardroom, "Well hello princess, you look sexy as hell, have a sit down for a while, take a rest while you can. The first of my guests should be arriving soon. When they do, go open the front door for them, escort them in here, and go fix them a drink, returning to the corner until the next guest arrives. Do you understand girl?" "Yes master," I responded. I sat on a stool by the table, careful to sit properly, legs crossed so as not to flash anything. The way the other girls had shown me, not so long ago! (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) Today was the day! The day I had to give him my final and binding decision on whether or not I would marry him, and spend my life as his submissive, obedient, property! I lay in bed feeling my nightie against my body, there was a strange feeling in my nipples, they felt a little sore and tender, as if someone had been squeezing them in the night. Brushing it off, I got up, showered, applied light, day-time make-up and attended to my increasingly long hair. I dressed simply, yet feminine, in just a short pastel summer dress, matching lacy, white bra and panties, tan hold-ups and three inch sandals. He was in the kitchen, I lent over him and kissed him, he smiled. "Today after breakfast princess, I am going to teach you how to ride a horse. You have the correct clothes in your wardrobe. There are some boots too, the beige jodphurs will be the only time that you will wear any kind of trousers," he laughed kindly. "Oh and the red hunting jacket will suit you as well." We spent the rest of the day in and around the stables, I could see the two stable lads looking at my ass in the extremely tight fitted jodphurs. I smiled to myself at the thought of them fantasising about fucking me over a bale of hay, and wondered if they actually knew, that I wasn't really a girl? Horse riding was great fun, and I picked up the basics quickly, he told me I could ride every day of my life if I so chose! We finished around 6pm or so, and went into the house, carefully removing our boots. "Ok sweetheart, you go and dress real nice for dinner now, I hope you have reached your decision, I will ask you for it after we have eaten." As tonight was my decision night, I thought I should wear something white, classy, innocent looking. I choose a knee-length, silk white dress, with white four inch heels, tan stockings, and pale pink bra, panties and garter. I still wasn't sure what to do, it was a fantasy at the moment, but forever? Well that was something else, to give up my life completely to this man? To give myself to him fully? To become his property, and always have to obey him? To surrender all vestiges, advantages and privileges as a male, and become a female, twenty-four seven? To be thought of, spoke to, and treated as a woman, and a second class citizen at that, at all times? still it may be worth it, I was so wrapped up in the fantasy, could I contemplate this huge decision, in a cool detached way? He greeted me with a smile as I entered the dinning room, telling me how good I looked. We ate in relative silence, both aware that my time was almost up. After the plates had been cleared away, he took me by the hand and led me into our sitting room. We sat down and he spoke quietly. "Well princess, have you made your decision?" "Mmmm well, not really," I stammered, "it's just such a big decision to make." "Oh," he replied, "and in what way?" "Well, kinda in lots of ways David," I returned, "it's a lot to take on, and I would have to give up everything my life has been so far." "Is that a big problem for you honey?" he questioned. I went on to tell him, that I was still not sure, and that I was worried, that being here, like this may cloud my ultimate judgement. He said that he could understand that dilemma, and maybe I could do with a little more, gentle persuasion. "Here watch this," he said to me, laughing, as he turned on the television and video, by the remote control. "I think this little home-movie of your time here will help you to realise, that this is the only place for you now." "You see princess, I am very smitten with you, I am sure that you will be perfect for what I want, I want you girl, and I always get what I want." He clicked the video on to play, saying, "Sit back and enjoy sweetheart." The video started, I watched at first with interest, then with a little trepidation as it unfolded. It started with me, in the hall, dressed as a guy, sitting in the big chair in the hall, obviously the day I arrived here. Going on to show the little scene that happened there, me first striping naked, then putting on the panties. It was a very clear picture, with perfect sound quality! Next it cut to me in my room, getting ready for dinner that first night, putting on my make-up, stockings and underwear. It showed me parading around the room like that, admiring myself in the mirrors. It got more interesting as it showed us dinning that night, with me dressed like a girl. Shots of me in my bedroom undressing at night, and dressing again in the morning. I realised that the whole house must be covered with CCTV, including my bedroom! There were scenes of me with the other girls, my walking and sitting lessons with Emma, the make-up ones with Selina. Ones of me showing him what I had learnt from them, in the living room that night. Even ones of me out riding today and getting ready for dinner a couple of hours ago. The film lasted for about thirty minutes, followed by a couple of dozen freeze frame photo shots, of me in various states of complete femininity. A complete visual record of my time at his house, we watched it in silence. When it was finished he stood up and changed the tape, this one was to be more disturbing! He returned to his seat, still without saying a word, he pressed play. I watched in horror as it started, it was filmed from a parked car across the road from my parent's house. It showed my father coming home from work, my mother coming and going, my sister, stood outside talking to her friends, and my older brother, parking his motorbike. Next it went on to show several of my friend's houses, with them arriving or leaving, ex girlfriends, as well. It even had my relatives, my old school teachers and university lecturers on it. In fact it showed almost everybody I knew on it! I went numb, as it dawned on me where all this was heading. He stopped the video player and looked at me, with a smug grin on his face. "Well honey, has that helped you decide?" he asked. "Er, er what's it all for?" I stammered, playing for time, as I knew damned well, what it was all for. "Oh," he laughed. "Just a little insurance policy princess, I am sure it won't be needed." So that was it, he had me by the balls, I realised the irony of that particular thought as soon as it had flicked through my mind, balls were not something that I was going to be using too much in the future. In fact the opposite, from now on, it looked like I was going to be providing the other side of a male-female sexual union! "It would certainly make for a different life for you anyway now, wouldn't it. I'm sure if this tape was sent to all those people, your life would never be the same again, hey?" he said. "You see, there really isn't anywhere else for you to go now is there honey? I bet you would end up having to leave your home town pretty quickly, and do what? Live in a shit little bed-sit in the nearest city, no job, no money, no friends or family!" He added. "Also your transvestite urges are never gonna go away. You will always do it, and fantasise about what you could have had here?" He was right, although he had created my problem; he was also offering me the best in fact the only solution I had to it. I thought I may as well put a brave, confident face on, I smiled broadly at him, and said. "Ok David, I accept your proposal." "You will be my wife? You will accept and live by my rules?" he replied, adding with a sly grin, "You will willingly surrender yourself to me and become my property?" "Yes David," I replied. "To all of those things." "Good girl, I knew you would princess, now slip your dress off and come and kneel on the floor in front of me," he said pointing at the floor. I did so, letting the silk garment fall to the floor, and knelt down, in just my pale pink underwear, heels and tan stockings, at his feet. "Now I want you to repeat after me your engagement vow. "I offer myself to my man, to become his wife, and willingly submit to him in every aspect of my future life." I repeated it as ordered. "I am never again to think of myself as male, for I am now a woman, and will become my husband's, Master's, and owner's woman at that." Again I repeated it "Now," he continued, "kiss my shoe in submission." I hesitated for a moment, then complied. "Excellent honey, I accept your offer," he said with a laugh. He took a large diamond ring out of his pocket and slipped it onto my finger. "You are now my fianc?. Now I can arrange the wedding, it will be in a few weeks time. In the mean time, the other girls will be visiting frequently, to continue their lessons and advice. You will meet several more of them too, you're going to be one of their little sisterhood now." He went on to say that they will help me prepare for my wedding, as it will be a kind of ceremony unlike any other wedding ceremony that I will have witnessed before. That I was to choose two of them to be my bridesmaids, but I wasn't really listening now, my mind was running wild. He arose and walked to the chest of drawers behind me, leaving me still kneeling. I heard him open, then close a drawer, and return to a standing position just behind my shoulder. "Bend over honey," he whispered. "Lean forward over the chair, with your bottom up, in the air." I felt him tug my panties down off my bum, my first thought was and that he was going to take my virginity there and then. He must of read my mind, because he said. "No, no, not that yet honey, I am saving that for our wedding night." He rubbed an inch square area of my bum cheek with, what felt like a damp cotton wool pad, a strong smell of anti-septic filled my nostrils. Then I felt a little pin prick, I jumped a little. "Keep still princess, this is just something to make you a little more feminine; you want to have a nice pair of tits to offer your man on our honeymoon, don't you?" "But," I cried, "won't they be permanent?" "No, don't worry, these are just short term," he laughed. "The pill you have been taking this week is just a primer, a week of those, followed by three weeks of these injections and we will have instant temporary results. You will grow to about a C-cup, your body weight will re-distribute itself more onto your hips and thighs, like a girls." He added that it would stop all body hair, except my head and pubic areas, and that my voice and facial features will soften to become more feminine. I felt him remove the needle and pull up my panties. "Now go to bed sweetheart, I'm sure you have a lot to think about, I'll see you in the morning." CHAPTER 9 (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) The first of the evening's guests arrived just before nine pm, it was Micheal, Emma's husband. When he arrived, I jumped up to answer the front door, as I had been instructed earlier in the evening. "Good evening Sir," I said as he entered the hall. "May I take your coat Sir," I added. "Yes, hello, here you are," he said brusquely, handing me his coat. I hung it up, and then escorted him to the room where David and the card table were located. Micheal was early fifties, again very wealthy, as all David's friends seemed to be. About five foot ten inch in height, a little bit stocky, probably due to middle age, and good living. Balding, with a beard, I found that he was usually a little appeared a little cool with people. "What would you like to drink Sir?" I asked him. "Scotch with ice," he answered, no please from him. I fixed his drink and returned with it, he took it from my tray, no thank-you either, I noticed. Next to arrive was Gary, he was married to Chantelle. He was the youngest of the group, late thirties, six foot plus, well defined fit looking body, dark curly hair. If Chantelle looked liked the stereo- typed footballers wife, then he did look like the stereo-typed ex- footballer. I went through the same ritual of taking his coat, escorting him to the card room, and fixing his drink. I left the three of them talking as the door bell rang again. It was two more friends of David's, I could not recall their names, but they had both been at the wedding and at the reception afterwards. One looked in his late forties, the other, maybe mid fifties. They were both similar looking, I later found out that they were brothers, joint owners of a well known haulage firm. Average build, average height, average looks, in fact, two very average, none descript guys. Both were heavily into transvestites and both were single. Apparently they spent a lot of time in Thailand, chasing lady-boys. After I had attended to everyone's drinks, there was another ring on the door-bell. It was someone I had not seen before, obviously Mr Roberts. Another mid fiftie's well built guy, with grey receding hair. He smiled as I said, "Good evening Sir." Mr Roberts followed me into the card room, where I fixed him a drink. The last to arrive was Sir Charles, this was Selina's husband. I had taken an instant dislike to him the first time I had met him, at the wedding. He was arrogant, rude, full of himself; no doubt ruthless, cold and cruel, as well. He appeared to be the leader of the little group of TV loving guys, as they always deferred to him .He was early sixties, thinning and greying on top. still quite fit and muscular looking. A product of the English private boarding school system, from an old family that had always been filthy rich. It showed in his walk, his mannerisms, his voice, and the way he looked down on most of the girls, me included. When I took his coat, he eyed me up and down, his cold, hard, blue/grey eyes sizing me up, like a snake watching a rabbit. I hung it up, and turned to escort him into the room with the others, I could feel his eyes, burning into my back, well my ass in particular. I fetched him his drink, and David said to the assembled men. "As we are all here, let's take our seats." I stood just behind David, holding my little, ten inch diameter, round, silver tray, awaiting someone to order a re-fill, as instructed. David unsealed a new pack of cards, and the game began. The next three or four hours passed. I remembered my instructions, topping up their glasses and keeping the ashtrays clean. It wasn't that the men were rude to me, although there were very few please and thank- you's off any of them. It was more the fact that they seemed to look on me as a servant rather than David's wife that I found a little humiliating. Plus the fact that I knew that they were all stealing the odd glances up my skirt as I bent and stretched to perform my duties. They were all getting a bit drunk by now, when I noticed Sir Charles empty his glass and gesture to me. "I need another drink girl," he said, staring at me. "Yes Sir," I responded, taking his glass and refilling it. I returned with it, placed it on the table and stood straight and upright beside him. I jumped in shock as I felt his hand, casually rub up my leg and under my dress. His actions taking me completely by surprise. He laughed and squeezed my bottom. I looked over to David for help, but without even looking up from his cards he said. "Stop fidgeting girl, if one of my guests wants to play with your ass, then he knows he obviously has my unspoken permission to do so! Therefore you will oblige him by standing still and stop behaving like a prissy little virgin." This bought a round of laughter from the other guys, and immediately reminded me of my place! Sir Charles continued his exploration of me, slipping his finger inside my panties touching my sex-hole. "Mmmm very nice bit of ass you have here David," he said. "Yes I know," David replied. "She is a lovely little girl isn't she? still got a lot to learn though, haven't you bitch?" "Yes Master," I mumbled. I tried not to look at Sir Charles, keeping my eyes lowered but facing the table. He had pushed up the hem of my dress now, exposing my panty clad bottom, and then leaned back to inspect it. I could see out of the corner of my eye, his cold leering eyes surveying my girly looking buttocks. "Yes, very nice indeed," he said, squeezing them a little harder. My prayers were finally answered when one of the other guys beckoned for a drink, giving me an excuse to move out of his reach. My relief, however was short lived as he too, began to stroke my silk covered legs upon my return. This went on for the rest of the evening, although none of the other men were as brazen as Sir Charles. As much as they caressed my legs, stroking up to my stocking tops. Only Sir Charles and Andy actually crossed the bare flesh of my thighs to touch my bum. The only man that didn't take advantage of my passive submissiveness was Mr Roberts. I put that down to the fact that he was new to the circle and as yet was not familiar with the rules. I could feel from the way he looked at me that he was certainly intrigued by the situation. Judging from the bulge in the front of his trousers, I could see he was more than a little turned on by me. The evening continued, much in the same vein, they played with me as they played cards. I continued to follow my orders, not wanting to show my Master up in front of his friends. I was well aware that if I did, then I would be heavily punished later. The men were now drunker still, the cards were dealt, the chips moved back and forth across the table and the drinks flowed. A fog of smoke had filled the room and I coughed as the cigar fumes clogged my throat. Andy looked over to Mr Roberts and said to him. "So, what do think of my pretty little submissive wife then?" "Quite stunning," he replied, adding, "It's very refreshing to find a girl who knows her place in this day and age. Where on earth did you find her and did you train her yourself, or did she come broken and obedient?" "Originally on the internet would you believe?" David responded. "I've not had her long, I'm in the process of training her myself, but as you can see, she is a quick learner." Sir Charles added, "Yes, it's amazing what you can pick up on E-bay," Receiving guffaws of laughter from the other men. David continued talking to Mr Roberts, "You are interested in submissive obedient girls then?" "We all are here, although we like our girls with a little difference don't we boys?" The others responded with nods and laughs. "Samantha, go and stand beside Mr Roberts like a good girl." I obeyed, moving to his side. "Now lift up your dress and show Mr Roberts just what makes you special sweetheart." I placed my tray on the table and lifted my hem to my stocking-tops, my hips only two foot from his face. "Higher honey, right up to your waist," David ordered. This was so humiliating, exposing myself like this to a complete stranger. I kept my eyes on the floor in shame as I displayed myself to him. He recoiled in shock then laughed out loud as he took in the sight of the small bulge in my panties. "Oh," he laughed, "I see what you mean, it's a little girly-boy." The rest of the men howled with laughter as David added, "Not really, not anymore." "She is a girl in every way but that one now and I prefer to keep her that way; its what makes the little bitch so special. All the rest of the guys here are into the same thing, they all have T-girl wives and girlfriends. Maybe you should come to one of our parties one night?" Mr Roberts laughed along with them saying, "Yes I should, actually I think I would really like that." It looked like another rich middle aged man was going to be added to their perverted circle. The game eventually finished at about 5am. I was feeling exhausted as I fetched the men's coats and showed them out. I returned to the card room and started tidying the table up, David stood watching me. "You've been a good girl tonight honey; I loved the way the other men responded to you, especially Mr Roberts. He is very important to me at the moment; as I am trying to tie up a very large deal with him. It would make things a lot smoother if he was one of our group," he said, stroking his chin as if in thought. "You certainly turned me on you sexy little bitch," he added. "Got me fucking horny as hell." He moved behind me as I bent over the table and grabbed my shoulders. "Get your sexy little ass over that bitch," he growled, roughly pushing me down so my face was flat on the green baize. "I want you right now; you nasty little slut." My dress was pulled up and my panties yanked down to my stocking-tops in two quick, abrupt movements. "Keep your legs together and your bottom up in the air bitch. I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, like the whore you are." He parted my cheeks and spat on my open pussy-ass, then added a little lube. Bending over me he said, "Open wide bitch, here it comes." The smell of alcohol on his breath was intoxicating, which was just as well as he entered my bottom to his hilt in one thrust. I whimpered like the submissive bitch I am as he fucked me frantically. My face was rubbing against the table as I was violently rocked back and forth; his hands on my hips pulling me onto him. He quickly and mercifully reached orgasm his hands gripped me tighter as he shot his load deep inside me. I was pulled upright by the shoulders and with one hand he spun me round, with the other he tore the dress down off me. I stood before him in my stockings and underwear, the dress now on the floor around my ankles. "On your knees bitch," he said, pushing me down. "A good girl must clean her man's cock when he has used her fuck-hole." I licked and sucked until I could feel him stiffen again. "Come on honey, get that sweet little, sexy ass upstairs and into my bedroom. I haven't finished with you yet girl," he ordered me. I spent the next couple of hours serving my man's cock like an obedient wife should. Alternating between giving him my mouth and my bum as he chose. Eventually he fell asleep and I could finally sleep myself, in his big hairy arms with my bottom dripping with his sticky cum. I was happy that I had pleased him, knowing my life tomorrow would be easier because of it. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) The next morning I awoke still groggy. I had not slept well last night, as I'd had a lot on my mind. I was trapped here, if I left, ran away, or just totally and completely refused to comply in any way. Then I risked him sending a copy of that video to everyone I knew. I showered, got ready and dressed quickly, a light dab of make-up and knee length dress, would suffice until lunchtime. I went down to the kitchen for breakfast, Joan was in there alone. "Morning love," she chirped, "David is in the yard, he told me to tell you to join him." "Ok," I told her. David was stood by a small bonfire, when he heard my heels clattering on the cobble-stones, he turned to face me. "Hello princess, sleep well?" he asked. "Yes thank you," I lied. "I'm glad you're here darling, I wanted to show you this." He picked up a bag off the floor, opened it, and emptied the contents out onto the floor. It was all my male stuff that I had arrived wearing, including my mobile phone and wallet. One by one he threw the items onto the fire. "You're not going to be needing any of this rubbish anymore sweetheart. You will never again wear male clothes. Only men wear men's clothes, not good feminine little girls, and you're not, and never will be a man again, will you princess? It's short skirts, pretty dresses, stockings, little girly, sexy panties and lingerie only, from now on for you girl." He saved my wallet until last, opening it and taking out the contents. My credit and bank cards, driving license, national insurance card, etc. "In time honey, I will get you all these items, including a new passport, in your new name. You will then cease to exist as a man, you will have a completely new female identity." I watched them burn, my old life as a man was over, I was now a girl! He took my hand and led me back into the house. "Samantha darling," he said as we went into the kitchen. "Joan will only be working here one or two days a week after our wedding, just to do the big jobs, the laundry, and cooking when we are having a larger dinner party. As my wife, you will take care of the rest of the household duties and be the lady of the house. She will leave you a day by day rota, of the rest of the things that will need doing." Joan looked over at me smiling, and said, "Don't worry dear, it should only take you a couple of hours a day, I will show you just what you have to do this afternoon." After lunch, David took me to my room he opened my wardrobe and pulled out a little maids dress. I noticed that there were several identical dresses inside, a clean one for each day of the week. "Remember that you always dress appropriately when you are doing your housework girl," he said, adding, "and always wear black undies, heels and seamed stockings underneath. Make sure your seams are always straight, nothing looks worse than crooked seams, I will be very angry if they ever are." It took me a while to get changed, as it is not easy to get the stockings on right. I went downstairs, Joan informed me that David had left and would not be back until tomorrow. She spent the rest of the day showing me what had to be done, including changing his bed sheets, general tidying up, etc, which had to be done everyday. Also the tasks that only needed doing once a week, polishing his medals and trophies, etc. It was quite an exhausting day, so after I had eaten supper with Joan, I decided to have an early night. As I was about to leave her and go upstairs, she stopped