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Late Fall 2237 Annie Constanceson, nee Ahmed al Ibriam was standing before Federal District Judge Miriam Kathleensdaughter taking the oath of allegiance to the United States and being awarded her official citizenship to the United States. Annie had agreed to marry Debra Constancedaughter and as a wedding present Marilyn Evelyndaughter, her former employer had voided her debts and given her as an additional wedding gift, a personal bank account with five thousand dollars. Annie enjoyed her wedded status with Debra, while she did not love the woman, she did hope to acquire affection for her and her co-wife Stephanie. In a former life, Annie was the son of a village chief in Somalia and a devout Muslim. Having been unfortunate to be on the losing side of an inter-tribal conflict, he ended up lying on his stomach, his breasts pressed into fresh sheets and his butt filled with a sizable strap-on dildo, commanded by a smallish white lady. He was grateful that his new matron, Debra did masturbate him to three emissions before she put his degraded manhood back into its plasteel prison. His matron then installed a rim runner vibrating butt plug into his rectum before she violated her first wife's rectum while he watched, his cock trying to explode to no avail. Debra withdrew her strap-on from Stephanie's love hole and replaced it with another rim runner and kissed her senior wife deeply, playing with the tongue stud so perfectly placed in the sissy's mouth. "I need a break," Debra announced to nobody in particular. "I think it's time for you girls to get to know each other." Annie was still fettered to her choker ring as was Stephanie. Debra deftly released Annie from her penis restraint and the Somali girl's cock became immediately erect. Debra gave it a playful tug and remarked, "I see that you girls are ready for action." Debra left the bed for the sissies to dive into a succulent sixty nine while she went and poured herself a glass of wine that she drank while watching her wives perform from the bedroom doorway. Annie was humiliated as she was aware that her Matron was watching her greedily suck on Stephanie's cock. Annie did solace herself with the memory of watching her two older brothers being castrated while her bound father watched helplessly. After they victors claimed his brother's manhood they took his father's cock and balls off and let him bleed to death. The 'surgeon' then buried his blade between Annie's legs into the sand to clean it off. The 'surgeon' then grasped Annie's nostrils between his thumb and forefinger and Annie was forced to open his mouth to breathe, the 'surgeon' forced his cock between Annie's lips. After what seemed to be an eternity, a salty spurt hit the roof of Annie's mouth and the thick goo filled his mouth as the 'surgeons' cock still slide to and fro between his abused lips. "You are very accomplished," said the 'surgeon' as he withdrew from Annie's mouth. "I would keep you for myself, but a white infidel has offered a very good price for you. You are a very lucky piece of camel dung. The white man is going to make you into a girl servant for an infidel woman. They tell me that you will keep your balls, if only for the white woman's amusement." Annie remembered these words as she enthusiastically worked her tongue stud over Stephanie's small cock and the amused white woman watched. ---------------------------------- Marty Willason walked towards the canopied side entrance to the Pioneer Hotel. He saw that a single, albeit very tough looking doorman guarded the modest entrance. "May I see your invitation, sir," asked the Doorman. Fumbling slightly with jacket pocket, Marty produced the business card sized invitation. 'Admit One' it read and the embossed logo of the hotel rose off of the card in a holographic display. Examining the card closely, the Doorman was satisfied of its authenticity and opened the door for Marty to enter. Inside the door, Marty was met by a tall, austere sissy that directed him to the bar. A young male bartender asked him what was it that he was drinking and would he like to see the 'catalogue'? "Naval rum and cola," replied Marty. "What sort of catalogue are you talking about?" The bartender smiled delivering Marty's drink. "First time here?" Marty nodded, "Yeah a buddy of mine is customer and he gave me an invite. From his description, I couldn't pass up the opportunity." The bartender pressed a button on the bar and a holo display erupted before Marty. It was a series of stills and short clips of young and for the most part, very attractive sissies. "You might call this 'our menu'," smirked the bartender. "Take your time, look over the catalogue, have another drink and decide with who you want to play and how much you are willing to spend." "Do you have any recommendations," stammered Marty. The bartender looked at Marty with a sad smile, "One of the conditions of my employment in this establishment prohibits me from sampling the catalogue." The bartender then glanced side to side as if to see if anyone was watching and added, "I have it on good authority that the little Russki masseuse, Lani is well worth a tumble." Marty had intended to take the Asian that Kas Alishason had told him about. But, he was thinking that trying other girls and comparing notes might be a good deal more fun. Marty agreed with the bartender and said that he would try the Russian girl. The bartender then signaled the tall sissy that admitted Marty to the bar and the sissy came over to Marty. "You have decided on a young lady, Sir?" asked the tall sissy. Stuttering, Marty replied, "Yes ma'am, I would like to meet the Russian girl, Lani. The tall sissy smiled, "Is this you first time here sir?" Marty nodded, hopefully. The tall sissy smiled and added, "The young lady in question is Ukrainian, to be precise and are you aware of our service schedules?" Marty shook his head, not sure what service schedules were. "Lani, the girl that are interested in is a masseuse, a person that gives massages," stated the tall sissy quite matter of factly. "Have you ever had a massage, sir?" "No," replied a bewildered Marty, softly. The tall sissy smiled broadly and said, "then you have chosen well for a first time visitor. Did you want the full service massage?" Marty glanced at the bartender who nodded emphatically. "Yes," said Marty. "Very well, sir. I will inform Miss Lani that her services have been requested and will return when all is ready," said the tall sissy. "The barman will take care of your financial transaction and provide another beverage gratis as you are now an official hotel guest." The bartender leaned over the bar to Marty and said, "Very good choice, my friend. Lani is said to give the best blow job in the hotel, except for maybe our greeter." The bartender indicated the parting tall sissy. "And, I hear that she is a very enthusiastic fuck." Standing erect, the bartender told Marty that his hour of fun would total three hundred dollars and would worth every penny of it. Of course, he said the very same thing about every girl in the hotel. ---------------------------- Across the street from the hotel entrance, Detectives Byron, Winston and Pat were watching the growing trickle of visitors admitted to the hotel. Their plan was watch until they spotted anyone that they knew entering, especially anyone that they could compromise for information concerning the goings on in the hotel. "Marty Willason," murmured detective Pat Meganson. "What's that, junior?" asked Byron Dortheason Pat's stake out companion. "The young male that just left the 'apartments'. His name is Martin Willason. He is a Corporeal in the Marine Reserves here in Omaha. I've met him casually, but I can't say that I know him personally," replied Pat. "When are you going see him again?" asked Byron. "Probably next weekend, we have monthly drills at the center," remarked Pat. "I'll have to work up an excuse to talk with him, sailors and jarheads don't normally mingle that much." "Mike won't care if you tell him that his mother has died, as long as you get a chance to get a sniff of what's going on in the 'apartments' and how to get in there," grunted Byron. "I already have an idea of how to get his attention," smiled Pat. "Remember, I am in ships stores, that's supply to you, my arrogant doggie and you know what sort of magic can be worked through supply." "Byron smiled broadly, remembering his active duty, "Indeed I do, my young black marketer, indeed I do." ----------------------------- Connie Alicesdaughter was having an afternoon wine with her mother, Carol Constancedaughter. "Mom, what are the social problems with a sissy having an affair with another sissy, one outside of the family?" Carol arched an eyebrow at her sissy son; affairs by sissies are quite rare to begin with, as their lives are quite closely monitored. "Are you planning an affair?" asked Carol. "No," replied Connie, quite nonchalantly, "I was just wondering." Gathering herself, Carol explained, "Sissies having an affair with another matron, I have heard of, although I do not have any personal acquaintances that have ever done it. The consequences for the adulteress matron are expensive and the offending sissy would be disciplined by her matron to what ever extent. Married sissies having an affair with a male outside of the family are unheard of. The consequences for the male are not worth the risk. Sissies having affairs with each other is common among unattached sissies, in fact many live with each other or with males without the formality of consort ship. Affairs between married sissies, I suppose that it could happen, but I've never heard of it." Carol glanced at her sissy daughter and saw her rocking on her chair, moving her enabler around inside her and gazing off into space. "Just who would you like to have an affair with?" quizzed Carol. "Mary Ann," replied Connie, softly. 'So would I,' thought Carol to herself. "Well, my dear, please do not think about this 'affair' out loud to anybody but me. I doubt that Margaret would find this particularly amusing. What in the world brought you to this idea?" Blushing, Connie revealed, "Margie has not had sex with me for over three months, nor with Penny and only occasionally with Lance. Penny and Lance and I frolic quite a bit, but every time I see Mary Ann I remember the happiest time of my life." "Margaret is probably tired of being pregnant, you and Penny have given her six children, she's probably tired of waddling around like a two legged balloon," said Carol. "But, girly, don't ever bring this up with Margaret or even Penny or Lance. Especially Lance, he's a dear boy, but his brains are concentrated at the tip of his tool." ----------------------------- Toni and Pamela were huddled over Pamela's computer, feeding in measurements, holo pics and the written reports provided by the two uniformed police officers that accompanied Byron and Winston during their bogus inspection of the sub basements of the Old Towne Mall. Toni was trying to put together an actual layout of the subterranean warrens that did not exist in the official Omaha building inspectors files. Peter and Mary Ann were sharing drinks and information with Mike concerning the apartment sissies that were now common customers of the Sissy Shoppe. "There appears to be twenty small bedrooms with private toilets, four classrooms, a kitchen and small dining hall, three offices and a three room medical facility, said Toni. "What do you suppose that they did in the medical facility?" Pamela reddened; she was thinking the same thing. All sissies enjoyed their visits to the gynecologist, especially if their mother's were remiss in masturbating them regularly. Most sissies would like to be tugged about once an hour. Pamela came back from her memories and said, "With the twenty bedroom units, they could process forty children at a time. The kitchen and dining room are large enough for that number and the medical facilities appear to be first rate. However, it appears to be inadequate to accommodate the mall's employees and their families should a disaster occur. I have no doubt that is the reception center for illegal alien children that I think are here in Omaha. It is probably the main quarantine station." "I agree," said Toni. "Let's get Peety and Mike in here and see what they think. Pamela and Toni made their way to the kitchen where the rest of the group was gathered around a portable holo display showing the sissies from the apartments shopping. "Pammy and I have finished the mall's underground layout, if any of you care to see it," said Toni. Mike led the way into Pamela's workroom where her computer was set up and when the entire group was gathered, he asked Pamela to give a show and tell about the mall's underground layout. When Pamela had discoursed upon hers and Toni's surmises, she awaited comment. "Of course it's for children, would you like to see pic's of some of them, "announced Mary Ann as she swirled the contents of her scotch and soda in her glass, much to annoyance of Toni. "Hard liquor will make you fat," remarked Toni. Ignoring her lover, Mary Ann sipped her drink, trying for some sort of equality with Peter, "I said would you like to see some holo pics of the children from the mall?" "The girls from the apartments?" asked Pamela. Mary Ann nodded, "Yes, after they are processed here in Omaha. They are sent one of three schools operated by MEE in the country. There are two sissy schools, one in Kentucky and another in New Mexico. There is a male military academy, for those sissy washouts in Kansas." Mike and Peter smiled at the term 'washouts', but withheld their comments. Toni asked, "Are there more 'apartments' in other parts of the U.S.?" Mary Ann smugly replied, "Yes, in San Francisco, Baltimore and one in Miami." Pamela asked, "How do you know all of this?" Smiling, Mary Ann continued, "Girl chat. You know, they talk about friends in school and such. We are teaching them how to use the computer network to get in touch with their old friends." Mike recalled Frank relaying the conversation between Carol Constancedaughter and her daughter Debra at the family gathering at the Constancedaughter compound earlier that summer. "Pam, do you think that MEE is that big to be involved across the country?" "I honestly don't know how big or influential they are? Replied Pamela. "I think that the notice that Peter and Detective Pat received from the Joint Chiefs indicates that MEE is extremely well connected. Peter, are you getting anything from the Army CID sergeant?" Shaking his head, Peter said, "I don't get the time of day from him. I think that the letter from the Joint Chiefs was a scare tactic. But, I think that with Mary Ann getting close to the girls from the apartment that you three start being very aware of who ever is in your immediate proximity." The three sissies looked at each other in bewilderment. "Just what do you mean by our immediate proximity?" Asked Mary Ann. Mike broke into conversation, "Pete is talking about the possibility of you girls becoming in danger of being snatched off of the streets and taken 'hostage' to goad us into quitting the investigation if we get too close. " Taking a deep breath, Mike continued, "When Pam brought her suspicions to OPD, I didn't think that there was much to them. But, in past few weeks, we have uncovered strong circumstantial evidence of the smuggling of illegal aliens into the country for the purpose of prostitution. I am convinced that this enterprise has the knowledge and support of the most powerful people in the country. A few weeks ago, we were all at Peter's soir?e celebrating Toni's beating the bogus shoplifting rap. Frank told me thatafter they returned to Carol's 'cottage', he was engaged in mixing drinks for Carol and Debra. Debra apparently has a position with Marilyn Evelynsdaughter and MEE as a purchasing agent for real estate and this position takes her all over the country. Debra said that the rural land was intended for horse breeding, stating that Matron Evelynsdaughter was a breeder of race horses." Pam snorted, "Livestock, I can believe. But, it isn't horses." Peter asked Mike, "Are getting any closer to gaining access to the apartment building?" "My boys are working on it Pete," replied Mike. "If anybody can figure how to get in, it will be young Patrick. I am becoming very impressed with the kid." ----------------------------------------- Marty Willason was actually whistling to himself as he left the apartments. He had just popped his cherry and was in wonderment of it all. 'Thank you, Kas. It was the best night of my life.' He decided to go to the Globe and Anchor, the local hangout for ex-Marines to see if Kas was about. He fingered the three invitations to the Pioneer Apartments that the bartender had given him before he left, knowing that he would put them to good use. Entering the G & A, Marty spotted Kas right away. He was sitting at the bar with one of the reserve companies Pharmacist Mates. "Hi Ya Doc," exuberated Marty. Kas looked at Marty and smiled, "I'll bet that you've been to the Pioneer." "Abso fucking lutely," replied Marty. "Kas, I can't thank you enough. It was the greatest experience of my young life. I had no idea that it could be so good." The corpsman looked at Marty in puzzlement and asked, "What is it that apparently has changed your life, Marty?" "Marty," said Kas, "did they give you any more invites?" Holding the three in front of him, Marty exulted, "They gave me three, just like they gave you." Snatching one of the cards from Marty's grip, Kas turned the corpsman, "Doc, this is a very special invitation. Take this card to the Pioneer Apartments. Use the off street side entrance and show this card to the doorman. Once inside, go to the bar and they will take you to wonderland. Also, and most importantly, bring three hundred dollars with you." Looking at the card, Rick asked, "This isn't a drug house, is it?" Kas and Marty shook their heads slowly while smiling. "It's a cat house," whispered Kas. A very good old fashioned brothel." "You're kidding. A brothel here in Omaha," blustered Rick. "I've never heard of an operating brothel in Omaha, or any place else for that matter." Turning to Marty, Kas asked, "Who did you get?" Puffing up a bit, Marty replied, "A rus...Ukrainian sissy. Like your Asian, she was masseuse and knew how make a man's visit very memorable." "You fucked a sissy?" asked Rick in awe. "Along with a very nice blowjob," smirked Marty. --------------------------------- Lying in bed, Carol Constancedaughter was slowly masturbating Marie, her first wife. Marie was squirming from the effects of the rim runner vibrating butt plug that had invaded her rectum. The couple was lying face to face, with Marie's wrists securely chained to her choker and her small cock encased in a sissy condom while Carol slowly manipulated the helpless sissy's member. "I had a long talk with Connie today," said Carol. "You did? How is she? asked Marie. "Oh, for the most part, she's very happy. I think that she is becoming restless, though," replied Carol. "It seems that Margaret is tired of being pregnant as becoming less attentive to Connie and Penny." "Oh, oh," squealed Marie softly. Carol halted her ministrations while the over excited sissy fruitlessly bucked her hips to empty air. Marie was on the verge of ejaculation, but could do nothing about completing the project and the butt plug was relentless. Carol relented and gave the small stiffie another short tug and stopped. "Please, Carol. Don't stop now," pleaded Marie. "Oh, alright, but you owe me," whispered Carol. Returning her hand to her wife's very appreciative penis, Carol stroked it to eruption. Moaning in relief, Marie came into the condom and after Carol gave her balls a little squeeze, Marie moved between Carol's legs and once positioned on her knees, attacked Carol's vagina with gusto accompanied by her little friend still roaming around her sphincter. Paying special attention to Carol's clitoris with her studded tongue, Marie hoped for a rapid orgasm from her matron and another tug on her own condom encased 'clittie'. "Ohh, that's very good, my girl," moaned Carol as Marie was demonstrating her expertise. "I was talking about our Connie. She is becoming restless and what I am about to tell you does not leave this bed." Not waiting for answer from the very busy Marie, Carol continued, "Connie told me that was interested in having an affair." That stopped Marie's tongue, "An affair. Is she fantasizing or is she serious?" "Right now it's just a fantasy, now back to work dear. She told me that wanted to have an affair with Mary Ann," said Carol to the two eyes peeking over her stomach. "Our little girl wants to go to bed with Mary Ann," continued Carol. "At first, I thought it was out of the question, but the more I think about it, I kind of like the idea of the families sissies being more familiar with each other, uuaahhoo." Carol succumbed to Marie's tongue. "What do you think, love? About the family's sissies being more 'familiar' with each other?" Marie crawled back up by Carol's side and kissed her matron deeply with her emission covered lips and whispered, "I think that it would liven things up around here, love. But, do you think that Margaret would approve of such behavior?" "The major problem that I see," continued Carol, "is that that Margaret, Peter and my self would be excluded from all of those lovely shenanigans." Marie smiled and said, "Matrons and favorite sons of matrons can't have all of the fun, can they?" Carol laughed, "I do believe that our constantly pregnant Matron Margie would secretly love to have a crack at Peter, on her terms. Which of course would never happen, Peter is a cave man direct from the twentieth century. Our little Margie would find herself face down in the pillows with Peter ram-rodding her from behind. I would love to see that." "What do you plan to do about this, my love," whispered Marie? Chuckling, Carol whispered back, "I think that I will have lunch with Margie in the near future." "Are you going to invite Peter to join you and Matron Margaret?" snickered Marie. "I may," replied Carol. ---------------------------- May-May was parading before the holo transmitter on her computer to Bennie and her bedmate, Pansy in San Francisco. May-May was showing off her newly acquired finery from the apartment's sissy boutique and from the Sissy Shoppe. "Friend, you are quite beautiful, I am very impressed," gushed Bennie. Pansy, a west African sissy, agreed. "I love your make up, May-May," said Pansy. "Did your friends at the boutique show you how?" "Oh no," replied May-May. "It was Miss Mary Ann's helper's that gave all of us classes on how choose and apply the cosmetics. I will ask them if they have a recorded lesson and if so, I will pass it along to you." Bennie had an idea, "May-May, do you think that that your friends at the sissy boutique, err shop would agree to a live lesson to us here by holo transmission?" May-May looked at Lani, 'What do you think, lover?" Thoughtfully, Lani replied, "I don't know, but Mary Ann has always been helpful in the past. We can ask her, I think that she would agree, even if there wasn't a sale in it for her shop." May-May looked into the holo camera and said, "Friends, we will ask Miss Mary Ann about this. I agree with Lani that Miss Mary Ann would be more than happy to help you and your friends. I will get back to you Saturday night. Good night, I love you Binh." ------------------------------------- Mike was gathered with his crew in the detective's squad room going over how to invade the Pioneer Apartment's. "Byron spoke up, "Pat here recognized a customer coming out of the apartments last night." Mike looked at Pat and said, "A friend?" "No," replied Pat. "An acquaintance, a Marine from my reserve unit. I know his name and face, but I am not a personal friend." "What about him," asked Winston? "He's a construction worker, a laborer, I believe. Probably makes a decent wage, but like most young males, his entertainment is the bar scene and the occasional fist fight." "That make's him about ninety percent typical of all males," replied Mike. "Do you think that you could get any information out of him?" "I'm a known cop," replied Pat, "It would be awkward for me to go into the Globe and Anchor, a bar where the jarheads hangout, since I'm Navy, a 'squid'." Mike yawned, "Try and find out what construction company he works for. I will try to arrange for a small crew from that company to do 'whatever' at the Reserve Post. If we can get this together, I will arrange for you to be doing 'official' Army-Navy liaison duty while he is on the job. Maybe seeing you out of your element will encourage him to respond to the conversation that you will try to strike up" Winston looked at Byron and nodded police investigations have a tendency to grind on and on. Byron looked at Mike and asked, "Mike, you don't seem to be in any big hurry to find out what's going on in the apartments?" "Right now, I am fairly comfortable with fact that the supposed 'inmates' of our 'supposed' house of ill repute are not being mistreated. I also believe that we are treading into very deep water. Let us all be very careful in our investigations, gentlemen," said Mike. "There are very big toes that we are stomping on and they know that we are seriously snooping. Nothing about this investigation goes beyond this room, is that clear. All of our futures may well depend upon how closed mouth we are." Mike decided not pass along the information concerning the sissies at the apartments that Mary Ann had gathered. He felt that she needed to be protected as much as possible, he also thought that she may well be the key that breaks the case open. 'What if we do break the case open? What then?' wondered Mike? ----------------------------------- Carol had reinstalled Marie's penis restraint and while they were doing some post coitus cuddling, Carol suggested that they put their robes on and have a night cap at the pool room's bar. Jason was idly shooting balls around the table and drinking beer when Carol and Marie came into the pool room. "What can I make for you ladies?" asked Jason. "A scotch and soda for me," said Carol. Marie puzzled for a second and asked, "Jason, will you make me an old fashioned?" Smiling, Jason replied, "I am at your service, highness. After all, I do make the best old fashions in Omaha." As Jason was involved in his mixocology, Frank and Julie wandered into the pool room, also endeavoring a night cap. "What will you two have?" asked Jason as he served Carol and Marie. "Frank laughed, "Well, I'll keep mine simple, a beer, one of those specialty lagers from Milwaukee." "I'll just have a white wine," whispered Julie. "You can speak up girl," said Carol. "Every soul in the house is in here." Marie was sipping her old fashioned thoughtfully and she decided to ask Carol, "Dear, do you think it might be a good idea to fill in the rest of household about Connie's dilemma?" Frank snorted, "Connie has a dilemma, other than Margaret?" Julie slapped him lightly on his arm and shook her head in disgust. 'Well, the cat is out of the proverbial bag now,' thought Carol. "Yes, Connie does have an additional dilemma. It appears that Matron Margie is losing interest, albeit possibly only temporarily, in servicing her sissies on regular basis. Of course, they have Lance to fall back upon and each other, of course. And, as Mike has strikingly demonstrated, life can become somewhat stale on occasion." "So, Connie wants to have an affair with Mary Ann," interjected Frank. Julie nearly dropped her wine glass at Frank's suggestion. Brushing spilled wine from her negligee, Julie responded, "Frank, that's out of the question and you know it." "Frank's right on the button, sweets," said Carol. "I just didn't realize that it was so obvious." "We all would like to have an affair with Mary Ann," chortled Jason as opened another bottle of beer. Carol burned crimson at Jason correct assessment. "Well, Margaret would never permit it," said Marie, "and Peter would.....I don't know what Peter would do. He is his mother's son in many ways." Carol glared at Marie, "Why you ungrateful little hussy. Do you think that I would like to have an affair with my daughter in law?" "At the drop of a hat, my dear," replied a broadly smiling Jason. Julie was sipping her wine thoughtfully and asked, "Carol dear, why don't you have lunch with Margaret and see what may be on her mind?" "I know what's on her mind," replied Carol. "She's tired of being pregnant. She's had six children in the past eight years, three of them girls and all still living, thank God." "Just how would you go about arranging such a liaison, Matron?" asked Frank with a slight leer. Throwing her head back and swirling her Dutch Boy bob, Carol replied, "I don't know. I doubt if Margaret would just hand over Connie's key to me. But, she might, you never know." "Maybe you could arrange a trade," suggested Jason. "Connie's key for an afternoon and Margie get's to tussle with Peter at another location." Carol's hand flew to her mouth, "Do you seriously think that I would arrange an incestuous affair involving my son?" "There's nothing incestuous about it, dear," said Marie calmly. "If you ever bothered to watch Margaret whenever she is around Peter, she is always flushed and I'll bet her panties are soaked to the skin." "Margie has the hots for our 'Peety'?" inquired Jason. "Very interesting." Finishing her drink, Carol ordered a refill. When Jason delivered it, she got up off of her bar stool and with a swish of her silk pajamas left the room for her bedroom taking the drink with her. "You boy's will have to entertain yourselves for the rest of the evening, I need to talk privately with Julie," said Marie. She stood, wrapping her negligee around her and helped Julie to feet and the two sissies left for bed, hand in hand. "Well, that has been as interesting of a conversation that has been had around here in quite some time," remarked Frank. "Another beverage, my good man. And be quick about it." Jason laughed. ---------------------------- Captain Rachel Alicesdaughter called Mike into her office at the downtown Safety Building. "Mike, I have received a complaint from the Omaha Fire Department. Apparently there was a fire at 'The Olde Towne Mall' several weeks ago and two of our detectives were masquerading as Fire Marshalls investigating the premises? The complaint was made by the owner, Dr. Abigail Jennifersdaughter. It concerns the two 'Fire Marshalls' taking extensive holo pics of the buildings undamaged interior. What do you know about this?" "Rachel, the 'Fire Marshalls' were Winston and Byron. They are part of my team you authorized for investigating the State's Department of Revenue suspicions concerning the building in question," replied a very wary Mike. "Oh yes, the very pretty sissy that I believe that you are illegally co-habitating with is the Nebraska Department of Revenue's liaison concerning this investigation," accused Rachel. Mike was not surprised that his boss knew this, but too much time had passed for this bit of common knowledge to an effective threat. Mike took a deep breath, "Rachel, there is very good circumstantial evidence that the owners of the Olde Towne Mall are involved in the smuggling of illegal aliens and aiding in the prostitution of those same aliens. Incidentally, all of those aliens are minors." "How good is this 'circumstantial' evidence, Mike?" asked Rachel quietly. Pacing, Mike answered, "It wouldn't stand up in court, but we have names, places and dates. All on holo chips." Stopping, Mike added, "Rachel, your friend Dr. Jennifersdaughter is implicated by association only, but our suspicions and I strongly suspect that they are correct, would lead us to believe that she is intimately involved. A thorough check of land titles and transfers would probably lead directly to her and Dr. Anitasdaughter, and who knows who else." "Who else besides your team, know about all of this?" asked Rachel "Remain seated boss," smiled Mike very crookedly. "I also strongly believe the US Military's Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Army's Criminal Investigations Division are deeply involved." Her jaw dropping, Rachel whispered, "You're kidding, aren't you?" Shaking her bobbed head, she continued, "Anybody else that I should know about?" "Yes," said Mike, "The Florida State Highway Commissioner." "Who the hell is the Florida State Highway Commissioner?" asked the incredulous Captain of Detectives. "One, Marilyn Evelynsdaughter," replied Mike succinctly. "I believe that she is the head of the operation, how she engaged the military is anyone's guess. We do have surveillance holo's of most of the sissies operating out of the Pioneer Apartments with excellent audio quality, telling all. Who they are, where they are originally from, how they got here, what they have been doing here since their arrival and their hopes and aspirations. It's all quite complete and very damning." "What do you plan to do?" whispered Rachel. "For now, nothing," said Mike. "I want to complete the investigation, tie it up and wrap a ribbon around it and put it in my safe. A copy for you, naturally." "Your right, something like this would never see a second in any court," replied Rachel, "and I agree with you, find out all you can and sit on it. If even only half of what you suspect is true, we would all disappear once we tried to make a pinch." Mike nodded. "Are there persons that I know besides the doctors involved in this in any way?" asked Rachel. "Err, yes," whispered Mike. "Your daughter, Margaret." Bowing her head onto her desk, Rachel sighed, "My daughter's a pimp?" Shaking his head, Mike replied, "No, Rachel she is a customer, a 'John', I believe they used to call it." ----------------------------- Carol had called Margaret and asked her if she would be free for a luncheon during the coming week. Margaret's enthusiast response surprised Carol and they made a date for the next day. Carol had arranged for a small private dining room at the country club and asked Margaret to meet her at about one in the afternoon. After having a light cocktail at the main bar, they retired to the private dining room. A very attractive young male waiter took their order and discreetly retired from the room. "I had an afternoon outing with Connie last week," began Carol. "Is my wife carrying tales home to mama?" smiled Margaret. Smiling Carol continued, "Yes, she is ever the little tattletale. But, actually she was quite concerned about you." Margaret raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrows, "What is my darling concerned about Carol?" 'Right to the point, I like that,' thought Carol. "Have you been feeling somewhat blas? recently, dear?" "Actually, yes," replied Margaret. "I know that I have been inattentive to Connie and Penny lately. Lance wouldn't know if I ignored him or not." Carol ironically, was pleased with this answer. It showed that two centuries of feminine domination of family life had produced heads of households that knew when things were not going according to the book. "I assume that you are tired of being pregnant, I know that I was after four," she said. "That and my sexual duties are becoming stale. I know that Lance will take care of the girls needs without any urging on my part. But, you know, I feel a tremendous void in my sexual activities. I'm always supposed to be charge, you know, on top and directing every emission that occurs. I would like to a little more submissive, if that's the proper term." Carol smiled, "You would like to just lie back and get screwed until you couldn't take anymore, is that the feeling?" A sheepish smile crossed Margaret's face, followed by a small nod. "I love having sex with the girls. They always present themselves so eagerly. Butts high in the air all the while thinking, fuck me, please fuck me and incidentally, and please pull my thingy while you're at it." Carol smiled, "I know the feeling. Fortunately for me I was attracted to Frank, my first consort. He had old fashioned ideas about what went on in the bedroom. He screwed my lights outs every time he got into my bed. Unfortunately, he's getting older and the fire is banking, so to speak." "Carol, have you ever thought of having an affair?" whispered Margaret. 'I smell a solution for everybody's angst,' smiled Carol to herself. "No dear, like I said, I had Frank and then Mike and Jason to add some variety. But, Marie and Julie are just like Connie and Penny, except older and more demanding." "I have a suspicion that you are attracted to certain member of my family, is that not so?" asked Carol with glint in her eye. Margaret blushed, "I didn't realize that my reactions to Peter were so obvious." "My dear, Peter is the horniest male in Nebraska, or the high plains for that matter. He views you as a conquest that is only a matter of time. However, I have it on good authority, that Peter has never had sex with a female. That in itself is not particularly surprising as he's never consorted with a matron." Carol paused, looking at Margaret, who was leaning forward onto the table. "If you are interested and I am interested in the mental health of the matrons in my little clan, would you be interested in a tryst with my son?" Taken aback by her mother in laws bluntness, Margaret sat back in her chair attempting to regain a little decorum. Softly and slyly, Margaret asked, "What would be the conditions of this 'tryst'?" "Connie and Mary Ann," said Carol quietly. "Mary Ann wants to have an affair with my Connie?" squealed Margaret. "Nooo, Connie wants to have an affair with Mary Ann. Although, I do believe that Mary Ann would very consensual to such an activity," smiled Carol. Sitting back in her chair and taking a gulp from her drink, Margaret stared at Carol and said, "I would love to watch that." "So would I," replied Carol, matter of factly. "I think that Peter is broadminded enough to permit such an activity between the sissies, for a price. However, if you put yourself up as collateral, be prepared to have your butt seriously bounced in Peter's bed." Margaret was getting very wet just thinking about it. ----------------------------------- Stephanie Constanceson was enjoying a very satisfying act of fellatio with her co-wife Annie, the magnificent African girl. When Annie finally erupted into her mouth, Stephanie secretly wondered what Annie's six inch cock would feel like embedded up her rectum. The two sixty-nining sissy's matron, Debra Constancedaughter was enjoying the view of her wives satisfying themselves. She silently left the bedroom and went her study to contemplate whether she would take a consort male or employee a pretty boy to fill out her households sexual needs. Her employer, Marilyn Evelynsdaughter had advised her against consorting with an independent male. "They think with their tool, dear. And, they can become difficult to control, contract with a pretty boy instead. When you tire of them, you merely terminate them. Debra activated her computer and said "Pretty Boys" and the holo display erupted with suggestive poses of some two hundred males, and this was only page one of sixty eight. Debra scrolled over to the 'help wanted' pages and advertised, "Wanted, one male to service a matron's household, must be no more than twenty five with impressive equipment. Also, applicant must be willing to be restrained." Satisfied with the brief message, Debra posted the advertisement. Marilyn had warned her, 'under no circumstances, should you allow a free penis into your home,' men become very 'uppity' when they are not constrained. Debra then poured herself a glass of wine and idly scrolled through the many pages of masculine eye candy. Draining her glass, Debra rose from her chair and said to herself, 'Back to work girl. It's time to show the little girls who's in charge.' She retrieved her eight inch strap on dildo from her desk and headed back to the bedroom. 'I'll take Stephie first and then the little trollop can enjoy watching me pork the magnificent Annie.' ------------------------------- The Peter Constanceson clan was having a clan meeting around the kitchen table. Toni was drinking her white wine while Mary Ann and Peter were on scotch. Mary Ann was sipping a decent blended and Peter was drinking a very smoky Lowland single malt. Toni looked at Peter and asked, "You are worried about this investigation, aren't you sweet's?" Peter looked at Toni and then at Mary Ann, "Girls, this may be as dangerous operation as I have ever been involved with, including my fun and games in the Army. Those letters that detective Pat and I received from the military brass, well, they just don't do things like that. Nobody get's a personal missive from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. It's just not done." "I haven't figured this all out yet," added Mary Ann. "The girls from the apartment seem to be happy. They have a lot of money to throw around as they see fit. In fact, they have more free cash than I have ever seen any sissies walking around with." "Well sweetie, they're hookers," remarked Toni. "They're more than that, Toni," said Peter. "I don't have any idea how they even entered the country. The border with old Mexico is mined for Christ sakes." "It's obvious how they got into the country, my very lovable dimwit, the military got them into the US," replied Toni. "That's why the big brass doesn't want you, Pat or anybody else mucking about in their project." "Peety, call Uncle Mike and arrange a private dinner for us and him and Pamela," urged Mary Ann. "We need to be all on the same page." She stopped in mid thought and asked Peter, "What does' being on the same page mean?" Laughing, Peter replied, "It is an ancient colloquialism, referring to the days when books and newspapers were actually printed. They were collected into books, you know what a book is and being on the same page was a reference to everybody being aware of exactly what was going on." "History lesson's aside, Mary Ann is right," said Toni. "We need to be together on this adventure and I recommend that the very cute detective Pat be invited." Peter rose from the table to refresh his drink and looked at Mary Ann. "Sweets, do you think that your new girlfriends, May-May and Lani might be interested in dinner with the clan?" Mary Ann brightened, "As long as it is on a Saturday, I think that they would be thrilled." Over his shoulder, Peter said to Mary Ann, "This coming Saturday, I will let you know where." -------------------------------- Lani and May-May were cuddling after their hour of oral sex with each other. They were restrained by now, but they had had their fun. May- May whispered to her bedmate, "My matron that enjoys wearing sissy clothing was in today." "Ooohh," squealed Lani, "Tell me all." Giving Lani a quick peck on the lips, May-May started, "I only know her first name, it's Margaret. I get the feeling that she is importantly connected here in Omaha." "I'm not interested in her pedigree," whispered Lani. "What does she do?" "Well," started May-May, "She like's to change into a skirt and blouse, very sissy and cuddle. But she likes to have sex in a shortie nightgown. I have to change into a nightie myself and we kiss and fondle some more. She likes to start out with me putting my fingers into her vagina and rub that little clittie above it. When I've got her excited, she has me put on a strap on dildo, like the matrons use, except I fuck her, in the vagina only. After about a half an hour of this, she has me lick her to orgasm. My little pee-pee is crying for relief by the time that I finally get her off and out of the room." "Matrons dressing like sissies?" wondered Lani. "I've never heard of such a thing." "The sissy floor mistress here once told me that about two hundred years ago, sissy clothing was standard for ma...err, females. When the females started developing sissies, they gave up skirts and dresses and longer hair," whispered May-May. Lani mouth formed the classic 'O' of the recently enlightened. "Do you think that this matrons dressing as sissies is 'common'?" asked Lani. Lying back onto her plush pillows, May-May concentrated upon Lani's question. "Common, no, but I think that the matron's have a very shallow fa?ade. You know face," said May-May in reply to Lani's question. "I don't know what you mean, lover?" said Lani in confusion. "What I mean is that there haven't been sissies forever. They have only been a part of this rich society for the last two hundred years," stated May-May emphatically. "How do you know this, about the sissies I mean?" questioned Lani. "From the computer, you foolish girl," replied May-May. "If you know how to use it, the entire world's knowledge is in that little box." Lani absorbed this piece of information with some awe. "Will you teach me how to use the computer?" asked Lani hopefully. May-May embraced her bedmate and the sissies locked tongues and fitfully and unsuccessfully tried to masturbate their plasteel encased cockette's on each others thighs. "Of course I will, you silly sissy," smooched May-May. "Tomorrow, we will start. It is very easy, even for a 'Russki' sissy." May-May added the dig to mildly irritate her Ukrainian lover. ------------------------------- Bob Gabrielleson had gathered his team of former Australian commando's into a small briefing supplied by the Air Force. "Does everyone have a beer?" asked Gabrielleson. A show of hands, each lofting a bottle of Australian beer answered his question. "Good," continued Gabrielleson, "MEE has given us our next assignment. It appears that we are going to make a 'first contact'." The commando's groaned in unison, first contacts were notoriously dangerous. Continuing, Gabrielleson outlined the mission. "We are going into Bangladesh, formerly a poverty stricken shithole at the head of the Bay of Bengal. I have no doubt that is even more impoverished than previously reported, some two hundred and fifty years ago." "What sort of backup will we have?" asked the First Sergeant. "The Bunker Hill," said Gabrielleson. "We will approach by sub and debark in rubber dinghies and hope for the best. There is no 'intel' for this mission; this part of Asia is an informational black hole. If thing's get dicey, the Bunker Hill will evacuate us by helo and they have dedicated two companies of Marines to help us get out, if necessary." The First Sergeant spoke again, "What is the plan for contact?" Gabrielleson looked his men and said, "Very simple, we will traverse the seaside mangrove swamp and find some high ground, set up a tactical camp in a hopefully not too snaky area and wait for the locals to find us." The Aussie's were grumbling, as usual, but seemed ready to escape the boredom of Diego Garcia. "You will want to consult the Air Force's tactical computers for the latest geographical satellite holos and once you have decided where we are to land, I will let the Navy know and we will shove off, asap. The group of very hard men nodded as one and rose to return to the bar and grouse about the mission for a while before they got down to the business of planning for it. ------------------------------ Debra was waiting at her home office desk for next applicant for the 'gardener' position that she had advertised for. Matron Evelynsdaughter had laid out a proscribed itinerary for interviews with prospective 'pretty boys'. 'I recommend that you have at least one 'pretty boy' in your household, she recalled Marilyn telling her. They are much more dependable and more importantly, controllable than some slovenly 'uncle' and I am giving you a sample six month contract as a guide for your negotiations.' A well built young man entered Debra's office and before her desk. "You are Henry Melissason?" asked Debra. "Yes Ma'am," replied the supplicant. "Henry, I am looking for a young man to be a gardener and general handyman around the household. The job description is quite basic; you would be responsible for the general upkeep of the premises and it also includes some intimate duties with my wives under strictly supervised conditions. The pay is one thousand dollars per month, but includes room and board, transportation and of course unspecified benefits." The handsome young man was fighting to control the erection that was forming in his trousers. Debra smiled, and continued, "I should like to point out some hard and fast household rules; All sissies and males in this house will wear penile restraints at all times, unless I release them. All sexual activity will conducted at my discretion and the contract period is for six months with a thirty day probationary period. You may, of course, voluntarily terminate your employment with a written two week notice to do so. Should you quit the premises without notification, all monetary recompense will be withheld." The applicant nodded his agreement to Debra's conditions. "One final question, Henry," said Debra. "Does your knowledge of horticulture extend beyond the fact that most plants die when they are not watered?" "Yes ma'am," replied Henry. "I am also aware that lawns become unsightly when they are allowed to grow unchecked." Sitting back in her chair, Debra smiled broadly, "I like you, Henry. You are a smart-aleck and hopefully, you perform with rest of your endowments as well as you do with your mouth." Debra rose from behind her desk and looking Henry dead in the eye, said "Strip, my little Hank. I want to see what I am hiring." ----------------------------- Detective Pat Meganson drove his car onto the Army Reserve/National Guard Post on the outskirts of Omaha. He needed to see his boss, Mike who incidentally was Post Commander. Showing his Naval Reserve ID to the gate guard, Pat was allowed to pass and he followed the signage to Post HQ. Pat presented his ID to the guard at the entrance and was directed to the Post Commanders office. The duty SoG (Sergeant of the Guard) knocked on Mike's office door, entered and saluted and said, "Sir, some 'squid' would like to see you." "Squid?" asked Mike. Grinning, the SOG replied, "Yes sir, one of your detectives, a Pat Meganson." Returning the grin, Mike said, "Show the sailorman in, sergeant." Upon entering Mike's office, Pat fumbled a salute and started, "Mi.....Sir, I have some urgent information concerning our investigation." "At ease, Pat, what's up?" asked Mike. "I have an in," said Pat. "An in to what, detective?" replied Mike. "To the apartments," whispered Pat, loudly. Mike stood and rounded his desk, "How? He demanded. Pat smiled and said, "A stroke of luck. A Medical Corpsman, Medic to you contacted me and told a story of how a Marine had given him a pass to Omaha's premier and only, cathouse. He is a typical corpsman, braver than shit, but a candy ass when it comes to bending the law." "Continue," said the fascinated Mike. "It seems that this particular corpsman is attached to a Marine Reserve Assault Platoon and one the Gunny's had given him a pass to enter the Pioneer Apartments and said that it was the only place in Omaha that a guy could be positive about getting laid," reported Pat. "And this idiot gave you his pass?" wondered Mike. "Like I said, very brave, very competent and very dumb, that's a Naval Corpsman," snickered Pat. "Mike, I need your advice, permission or whatever. Can I legally enter the apartments and if I find unlawful activities being engaged in, ignore them?" asked Pat. Mike looked at Pat and said, "Lad, I was in conference with her highness, Inspector Alicesdaughter and a complication has arisen. It is doubtful that any charges of any kind will be forthcoming from this investigation. The political ramifications are horrendous. One of these nights when the squad is getting very drunk together, I will lay it out for you. But, since we don't have any actual first hand knowledge of the activities going on in the Pioneer, I think that it would be a good idea for one our bright and upcoming detectives to avail himself to the opportunity of a more 'in depth' investigation. In other words lad, go get your ashes hauled and.....enjoy." Astonished, Pat looked at his boss, "Yes sir. I will have an 'eyes only' report on your desk tomorrow morning." Pat the stood and saluted did what passed for a naval about face and left Mike's office. Mike just stood behind his desk smiling at the departing detective. He was now very glad that he didn't show Rachel the holo security disks of a certain young matron dressed in sissy night clothing having sex with a very attractive blonde sissy from Eastern Europe. ---------------------------- Pat left the Army Post and headed directly for the Pioneer Apartments. Parking in the lot, he followed the Corpsman's directions and entered at the canopied side entrance. After his 'invitation' was inspected by the doorman he was admitted and conducted to the bar. While he was enjoying a beer and perusing the holo 'catalog' of item's available, the tall hostess sissy brought in a matron and her sissy wife. Pat was sitting at the far end of the bar and maintained his interest in the catalog, but also was eavesdropping to the best of his ability upon the conversation between the barman and the matron. "It is my Sherrie's birthday and I wanted to give something special for her first 'married' birthday," intimated the attractive matron. The barman looked around as to insure intimacy and replied, "Matron, we have many things that could be special for your wife. But, to be of more assistance, I need to have some idea of what you have in mind?" The young matron blushed; she was somewhat flustered about discussing intimate activities with a male, even one that she was assured was wearing a penis restraint. "Young man, I am not familiar enough with male knowledge of matron/sissy relationships to know if you are aware of typical sissy sexual activity." Sherrie, standing next to her matron, was blushing furiously. The barman, stood erect and smiled at both the matron and her wife, "Madame, you may be assured that I have been briefed in depth upon most aspects of matron/sissy matrimonial activities. I am here to assist you and your wife in choosing the activity that you both are desirous of. Of course, all conversations held at this bar, stay at this bar. Now, if you can somewhat more explicit, I can almost guarantee your satisfaction." Pausing to assess the bartender, the matron concluded, "As you almost certainly know, most sissies have never been 'penetrators' during sexual activity. I would like for Sherrie to enjoy that privilege and I would like to observe the activity to insure my wife's safety." 'Why, you dirty young thing,' thought the bartender. "That is a request that is more common than you might imagine. Many matrons, especially younger enlightened matrons have made the very same request. Our hostesses are trained to comply with your request with upmost discretion and compassion." Passing a holo cube across the bar to the matron, the barman added, "Why don't you and 'Sherrie' look through our catalog of hostesses and make a choice for your evening entertainment. Please take a table and I will bring a refreshment for both of you while you make your choice." The bartender swept a hand towards several empty tables and asked, "What is your pleasure, ladies?" Uncertain why she was reassured, the matron grabbed Sherrie by the hand and sat at a nearby table. "Two, Zinfandel's please." The bartender nodded. Pat had turned his face away from the conversation between the matron and the bartender and trying not to snicker, took a deep draw on his glass of beer. As he was regaining his composure, the tall sissy hostess came into the bar and directly to Pat and informed him that his 'companion' was awaiting him. "Her name is May, but is always referred to as May-May. She is a trained masseuse and from what I am told, a very good choice for a young man's first time." The hostess's remarks were just loud enough for the young matron and her wife to hear. It was Pat's turn to blush. ------------------------- Debra was impressed with Henry's endowment and she offered the standard employment contract to Henry and the young man readily signed it. Still naked, Henry was ordered to lay out on the couch and spread his legs. Debra opened a drawer in her desk and withdrew a spool of deactivated plasteel, blank restraint key and spay can of 'Sissy Calm'. "OK buster, remember you asked for this," sniggered Debra as she pulled a length of limp plasteel cord off of its spool and wrapped in carefully around Henry's scrotum, over the root of his penis and behind his sack. Once satisfied with the fit, Debra held the loose ends of the plasteel cord together and activated the 'key'. The electronic emission boned the loose ends together and Henry's scrotum was encircled with a plasteel ring while his 'endowment' was even more impressive now that it was fully erect. "Don't you dare touch yourself," warned Debra. "You are 'my' property for the next six months and I will let you know where and with whom you may get excited with." Debra then rolled a condom over Henry's erection and very slowly and casually began to masturbate him. "You will scare my girls to death with this monster," giggled Debra. "Though, Annie is quite well endowed, for a sissy." After several minutes of degrading small talk, Debra finally allowed Henry to ejaculate into the condom. Debra milked the pretty boys balls and forced all of his emission into the waiting condom before she removed the from Henry's spent cock. Spraying the now naked member with a medicated lubricant, Debra saw that it was trying to revive with random twitches, "No more of that for now," snapped Debra and gave the soon to imprisoned cock a good spray of 'Sissy Calm' and it shriveled to 'containment' size. The now wickedly smiling Debra snipped a measured length of plasteel tubing from it roll and slid the for now soft material over Henry's cock, being careful to keep the cock head exposed. She then took and roll of flat plasteel and removed the film covering from one side and held it firm to the plasteel tubing on the underside of Henry's cock, just below where his cock head peeked forlornly at freedom. The two pieces of plasteel instantly bonded. Compressing Henry's prick against his balls and forcing the pretty boys cock back between his thighs, Debra again cut the plasteel flat stock and ran the unattached end under the plasteel scrotum ring behind Henry's ball sack and once the flat piece was passed between Henry's skin and the scrotum ring, she formed it into a curved end, wrapping the fabric around the scrotum ring at a point closest to Henry's anus. Satisfied with the fit, Debra asked Henry, "Are you comfy, Hank?" Aghast, the young man merely nodded. Debra then depress the electronic key once again and the plasteel tubing and fabric instantly hardened, mildly constricting the pretty boys cock in the tubing and holding the penis in a firm backward position pressed his balls. "Only one more thing to do, Hank, please be patient," smiled Debra. Cutting one more short length of the film coated plasteel fabric, Debra worked the length beneath the scrotum ring and removed the film and pressed it against the top of the penis tube. Holding this last piece in place, Debra once again depressed the electronic key and the fabric stiffened to steel. Henry looked in vain for any sign of his favorite plaything to no avail. There was just the top portion of his new prison visible, nestled in his pubic hair. "You will remove all of the hair from your body below the eyebrows by tomorrow morning and if you pass Stephie's inspection, she will pierce both of your ears. Small ear rings will look darling on you. Oh, I almost forgot one more thing. Lift your head and look at me," ordered Debra. She took and small gold bull ring from it jewelry case and slid the small opening in the ring over Henry's septum and gave the ring a small tap, activating a powerful magnet holding the two open ends of the ring against the inside of Henry's nasal passage. "Come with me, dear," ordered Debra. "I will show you to your apartment." Naked, the sissified boy, followed his mistress and caught a glimpse of himself in several mirrors. His manhood was securely tucked between his legs and the gold nose ring bounced off of his upper lip. Entering the apartment, a modest three room affair with a small kitchenette, Debra pointed out the living room, bathroom, kitchenette and finally the bedroom. It was equipped with a double bed, satin sheets and dresser. I will provide all of your clothing for your day to day duties. When you leave the premises, either I or Stephie will remove the nose ring and you may wear whatever clothing you wish. Upon your return, the ring and the house issue will return." Tears were running down Henry's face as the reality of his temporary servitude sank in. "Don't be such a baby about this, after all everybody in this household pee's sitting down, why should you be any different?" remarked Debra. "And, after all you will be a very busy boy. Tomorrow night you and my wives and I will have a little welcoming romp in my bedroom. But, before that happens, you will get yourself properly defoliated and cleaned up. Be sure to get acquainted with douche in the bathroom. Around here being clean is very important." ---------------------------- The next morning, a groggy Henry was awakened by a soft rap on his bedroom door. Getting out of bed and opening the door a crack, Henry came face to face with the beautiful Stephanie. "Get ready for breakfast, sleepyhead. Our day starts at six thirty around here. Matron has already left for her office and the rest of us have a full day ahead, especially you." Henry nodded and closed the door and heard Stephie close the apartment door behind her. 'I gotta pee,' thought Henry. He went into the bathroom and straddled the toilet and the sudden realization of his condition struck home. He hurriedly turned around and sat on the seat. A few drops of urine splashed against his rump and when he was done peeing, he dabbed his ass with toilet paper completing phase one of his training. He opened the door to the towel closet and found several towels, wash cloths and rubber bag device with a note on it. 'Use this twice a day, instructions are on the sink.' Looking over to the sink, Henry saw a pamphlet with cartoon illustrations a penis restrained pretty boy inserting the penis shaped nozzle up his rectum, with a smile on his face. Inside the pamphlet was a more detailed description of the procedure. 'Ugh,' wondered Henry as he paged through the 'instructions', 'What have I gotten myself into?' After he had showered and douched, Henry looked in the dresser for underwear and was dismayed to find only silk panties, tee shirts, pajamas, sweat bands and socks. The clothes closet held slacks, shirts and Bermuda shorts and a short silk bathrobe. A shoe locker held a reasonable collection of men's shoes including loafers, running shoes, sandals and heavy leather work boots. Henry dressed for day