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Personal Assistance By: Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] My life with Rick had become mundane, ordinary, if not predictable. It wasn't that Rick wasn't a good catch. In fact from the moment that we first met after being introduced by mutual friends, I found Rick's intelligence and sensitivity a major attraction. Rick was laid back, almost care free, soft spoken with hints of sarcastic political humor. We though alike when it came to politics, both very liberal with the same interest in woman's advocacy and human rights. We found that we had much in common when it came to movies, music, and outdoors. Actually, we had become the best of friends even before we had become lovers. Rick was a handsome thirty something ex-jock ex-metalhead long removed from any competition or challenges. He worked long shifts at the local factory in a manufacturing job that was well below his full potential. He was short and stocky in build with medium muscles and clear complexion. He came off to me as sort of a hippie outdoorsy type with a splash of intellectual combined with cute traces of faked idiocy. We've had our share of disagreements, but overall, he was a good provider, he was cute, he made me laugh, and he could carry on an intelligent conversation. Rick had really matured over the last several years, he stopped binge drinking, and gave up hunting animals - finding that shooting them with a camera to be more rewarding. His latest hobby, studying the American Indian cultures of the Northeast, kept him occupied. He had spent the last several years renovating our home to accommodate a family... someday. Rick had treated me fairly good, he had remembered my birthday and holidays giving me gifts and roses, and we had a dinner date each month. Still, our relationship was lacking the intimacy and romance that most women come to look for in a long term relationship. Our sex life had been going downhill steadily for the last several years to a once a month ordeal. I began to secretly wonder and worry if Rick was having an affair. I had hoped that our marriage would bring us closer in heart and in sex, which it did for several months, only to recede back to disappointing normality. As for myself, I met Rick when I was 24 years old, during summer break while I was studying at the state University as a Psychology major. My dating history had been plagued by promiscuous scoundrels who had devastated my self-esteem leaving me overwhelmed with insecurities. Although I still had my suspicions, Rick seemed different. He was more involved and helpful to me than the others had been. Rick supported me one hundred percent while I switched majors deciding to become a registered nurse. He put me at ease and made me laugh at myself like when he called me "Nurse Carrie," playfully teasing me about being a naughty nurse like in adult videos. He was really helpful in editing my essays and in helping me to prepare for tests. I finally completed my schooling 2 full years after we were married and began to look for work. It just so happens that around the same time, Rick was laid off from the plant when it closed down due to the sagging economic climate. I decided to look out of state for a job at a major medical center. I wound up accepting employment at Boston's Mass General in the Urology department. The job was demanding and the hours were long but I was making nearly triple Rick's former salary of $40K per year. So we packed up and moved into a nice house on a semi secluded spot in the suburbs, 40 miles outside of Boston. After several months, Rick still couldn't find a job that he could enjoy and make a decent day's pay at. He ended up doing odd jobs here and there but work became increasing harder for him to find as winter approached. He still tried to stay busy, he spent most of his time cleaning the house, reading, and working around the yard which was in good shape to begin with. To his credit, he would awake early each Morning and make a nice breakfast for me before I went off to work. When I worked nights, he would be waiting for me at the kitchen table to talk over a cup of hot vanilla cappuccino. As we settled in to our new lives, I found myself craving sex even more than ever to relieve the stress from work. However, Rick would only occasionally oblige, with the usual mediocre effort. I'd had enough and was more determined that ever to spice up our sex lives. I asked around at work about fun and unusual nightclubs in Boston. The acquaintances that I had made over the last several months were more than happy to list clubs that would provide an evenings entertainment. My next decision was a but radical but I was desperate for some intense lovemaking, I search the yellow pages for an exotic boutique that sold lingerie and adult videos. I found an excellent place just outside the city that wasn't at all trashy like I had envisioned. I rummaged through racks of erotic silken lingerie, selecting a sexy black all silk teddie and hose outfit. Next, I scanned through several shelves of porno videos, selecting a lesbian flick. Lastly, I eyed shelves of adult mags encompassing several different topics like straight, lesbo, and S & M. I settled for a tasteful looking S & M mag and rung up my purchases. So the plan was set... I would rent a hotel room in town Boston, coax Rick out for drinks at a swinging nightclub, get him drunk and horny, once back at the hotel room I would quickly change into the sexy lingerie, pop in the adult video, and hopefully... Rick would give me the fuck of the year. Perhaps this would lead to a more gratifying sex life for us and perhaps that was all just a stupid mistake, but after some careful thought I figured it to be worth a shot. It was time to put the plan in motion. While at work, I kept running through different scenarios as to what pleasures the night would bring. I studied the magazine that I had bought at the boutique like it was a college text book. There were all sorts of kinky and erotic ideas that I had never envisioned or contemplated. The jist of the magazine was centered on women who dominated their men with sex and made them worship their wives as queens, bowing down to their every command and whim. "Not a bad idea," I thought to myself. Besides, what girl wouldn't love to be spoiled and pampered by their man. Some women had turned their men into house husbands who do all the cooking and cleaning and have become personal assistants obeying the demands of their Mistresses. Some had taken things much further, even having open affairs while their servant remained at home in their role as slave, either willingly or forced by blackmail. What amazed me was the fulfillment and empowerment that these women got by merely using sex, granting it or denying it, taking charge of their personal relationships by using bondage and discipline to control their once promiscuous, boring, or insipid husbands. But what really amazed me was that these women were not only radical feminists championing women's rights, many were just ordinary people with ordinary jobs much like myself, looking for someway to break out of the boring cycle of ordinary blandness and tedious monotony. I was captivated by the thoughts and images presented before me in ways that I had never contemplated. It seemed that the knowledge that your hubby is always safe and sound at home, or that he resides in the role as your slave and assistant devoted to you, or having his tongue between your legs on demand - has become the status symbol for today's 21st century woman. Soon, I began to envision the very real possibility that I could gradually seduce Rick into a life of servitude - devoted, dedicated, and loyal to me. Never again would I have to wonder if Rick was running around on me and never again would Rick get the upper hand on me in an argument. What appealed most to me, since I had always had lesbian longings, was the idea of male feminization in which women have dominated their once macho or chauvinistic hubbies by turning them into women. Some women even had boyfriends on the side while they forced their sissified guy to date men! That's when it occurred to me, I had always wanted a sister and I hadn't had a girlfriend's company since I had moved from Maine. It made sense to me that since Rick was my best friend - that I could make him into my best girlfriend. The thought of turning Rick into my sweet bitch had made me really horny. He had the body and skin tone for it but was a bit on the heavy side. None the less, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it could work. In order to accomplish this all, I would need to take control of Rick's life, I would need to be the boss. All I had to do is to seduce Rick into giving up all control. It would take time, but I had a plan. I decided that I would need a pair of handcuffs and some silk cord to bound Rick with when I seduced him after our evening out. I also decided to pack a digital camera, silk panties, and one of my dildos, and capture some "inspirational evidence" for him to accept my new position as the boss in the relationship. When Friday night arrived, Rick and I checked into a hotel room in town Boston. I dressed in a shiny black vinyl mini shirt and a tight lavender silk blouse with black heels for a sexy club girl look. Rick wore his usual jeans, sneakers, and hockey jersey. We ended up the Fenway section of town making our way into one of the clubs that had been recommended by my friends at work. The place was dark with glowing neon and ultra violet lights and a DJ played pumping techno dance music interlaced with the likes of Madonna, Mariah Carry, and Britney Spears. As we settled in for a drink, I scanned the room noticing several gay couples, both male and female. Rick noticed also but it didn't seam to bother him as he's always been tolerant and liberal. After several drinks, Rick loosened up a bit and danced with me in the middle of the crowd of couples. Although we were having a great time, we decided to check out another club that I had been told about. Less than a block away we entered another club that was like the previous but toned down a little darker and less loud. The clientele definitely seamed to be a bit more risqu?, for the theme of the place was fetish. Some men wore dog collars and no shirts while the women were dressed in fishnets and corsets. Occasionally I'd catch site of women lightly whipping men's' asses with crops. Some women were leading men around on dog leashes. Rick and I laughed and smirked upon taking in the full view of what was happening around us, for most of the patrons were mere spectators there for the gawking. But everyone seemed to enjoy the fetish fantasy theme of the club. As the night went on, I kept urging Rick to drink more, for I wanted him good and drunk when I got him in bed. Near the end of the night, I crushed up one of my sedatives and sprinkled it into his last drink. I sensed that Rick was getting progressively hornier as the night came to an end which delighted me in knowing my plan might actually work. It was a little past 1:00 AM when we finally made it to our room. By now, Rick had started feeling the effects of the sedative. "Wow Carrie! I can't believe how tired I am," he said grabbing my arm for support. I helped him to strip naked during a shower of kissing and touching. Pulling off my blouse and skirt, I fell on top of him in his favorite sexy outfit for me - a black bra with matching silk panties, garter belt, hose, and my high heels. I rubbed him all over with my silky underthings as we kissed passionately. After a minute, I dug into my overnight bag to grab the handcuffs. When his hands were secured through the head board, I began to deliberately grind my silken crotch into his hardening cock. "Feels good, doesn't it," I teased. Sensing that his inhibitions were fading, I sprayed him with a few bursts of my favorite perfume. The air filled with the scent of the soft, vibrant, and sexy fragrance. "I know what would feel really good," I told him as I reached for a pair of my dark pink silk panties and then wrapped them around his cock to stroke it with. After a moment of this, I sensed that Rick was getting really excited. My next move was to tug them on to him up over his legs until they were snug and secure on him. Again, I ground my silken covered crotch to his now panty clad cock before he could voice an objection. "Well, well... Aren't you a pretty bitch," I teased while nibbling on his ear. We laid there dry humping and French kissing for several more minutes. I could tell that Rick was starting to enjoy the soft silky feeling of my panties on his cock as he was moaning and sporting a raging erection. I reached and gave his meat a couple of quick pumps then began to probe his anus my middle finger. I moved down pulling his cock out the side of the panties and began to lightly trace the length of his shaft my wet lips. Meanwhile, I had lubed my finger and had begun to plunge it deeper into his puckered anus. I took my time, letting Rick get accustomed to his predicament and allowing him to enjoy the new sensations that I was introducing him to. About this time, the sedative's effect were becoming more noticeable, Rick was becoming quieter and was no longer thrashing around. I moved up to position myself so I could smoother him by popping the nipple of my 36C's into his mouth for him to suck as he drifted off in a sleepy haze. Ten minutes later, he was out completely. I gave him a few pinches to make sure of it. I got up, composed myself, then grabbed my nightbag as I sat down on the bed next to him. I sat there thinking for a moment and rummaging through my bag while formulating my plan. I began first by gently applying bright red slutty lipstick to his lips, then jet black mascara and liner to his eyes. "But why stop there?" I thought to myself. I quickly uncuffed one of his hands and then adjusted one of my bras that matched his panties so that it fit him, then slipped it on and fastened it in place around his chest. Next, I straightened out his panties and pulled on a pair of my black lace silk stockings up over his legs. Confident that he was out cold, I took my life-like 9 inch dildo and put it in his hands, then placed the tip by his lips. I rushed for my camera and clicked off several photos of Rick dressed like this with dildo in hand up to his mouth. I had to work fast, so I propped Rick's head on the pillow and with his knees bent up I stuffed the end of the fake member into his ass with his hands holding it. I took several more embarrassing shots of him in various poses on the bed before hiding the camera deep with my night bag. At first, I had planned to undress Rick as if nothing had happened, but he looked so cute with his baby face all made up and in my silky underthings. I even buttoned one of my oversized satin sleepshirts on him then hid his clothes beneath the bathroom sink cabinet before returning to bed for the night. I awoke early, before Rick, then set the alarm to ring while I was in the shower. Standing there beneath the jets of water, I was transfixed by thoughts of what had happened the night before. I thought about the lesbians I had seen at the club and how I had often fantasized about having such an encounter. Well, there was that one girl back at the community college who I had a drunken fling with after a party but that was about it. And then it occurred to me! Rick, being dolled up like he was, could almost pass for a woman, I bet that with the right clothes and accessories I could make him pass as a real woman. Plus, if I pulled this off, I could also have a sort of lesbian tryst and dominate Rick in a whole new way. This definitely needs some consideration, I thought to myself. I was momentarily roused from my reverie by the sound of the 8:00 AM alarm. I could here Rick rustling around and saying "What thaa... ." I had to laugh at his predicament. By this time I had finished my shower and dressed. I found Rick sitting on the bed naked except for a blanket wrapped around him. I went over to him and gave him a long passionate kiss, telling him "You were great last night tiger." "Carrie, what happened?" he gulped. "You were wonderful Hon!" I assured him. "Go take a shower and we'll talk later, OK?" I instructed him. As he showered, I folded his clothes. I took his fruit-of-the-looms and tossed them in the garbage at the end of the hall on our floor. I replaced them with the panties that he'd been wearing all night. "But where's my underwear?" he asked as he prepared to get dressed. "I don't know, but go ahead and wear those that I left for you, don't be embarrassed, it's alright, plus I bet you'll agree that they feel great," I assured him. Little more was said about it on the way home. Perhaps Rick was too embarrassed to talk about it or maybe he figured that this was a one time occurrence. When we were finally settled in at home, Rick went to change from his pretty panties back into his tacky whites. I stopped him by saying "Honey please leave them on, you look soo cute in them, it's alright, go ahead and wear them, I really want you too." "OK," he agreed. "But what about last night?" he inquired. "You were so cute, don't you remember?" I teased. Rick's face turned red in embarrassment. I reassured him that everything was fine and we had a great time. For the rest of the weekend, I would quickly change the subject every time he would try to bring up what had happened. What I did manage to get across to him was that I really wanted him to wear panties for at least a week or two to see if he liked them, that I thought it was extremely sexy of him to wear them for me. Over the next two weeks I made several stops at the local department stores to shop for panties that would fit him. Gradually, I began to replace his awful white briefs with delicate and frilly, silk and lace panties in bikini and French cut styles. From the beginning, I tried to reinforce to him my desires for him to wear them by unzipping his pants and rubbing his cock through the slippery silk. Of course, several blowjobs a week seemed to go a long way in getting him to jump on board. We never really talked about it at that time because I didn't want to frighten Rick away from wearing them. In the mean time, I read more about female domination in my magazine and in Penthouse Variations. What I was doing was subjecting Rick to the beginning stages of panty slavery. First I would get him hooked on wearing panties, then use it to control him so I could delve even further in the realm of sensual bondage. Confident that Rick had accepted his new change in underwear, I decide to take things to the next step. One snowy Friday evening while were cuddling on the couch with drinks in front of the fire, I suggested to Rick that it had been ages since we had showered together and that perhaps it might be a fun precursor to an evening of lovemaking and sex. He agreed and soon we were both naked beneath a warm steamy shower. I began by soaping Rick's manhood with my bath scents soap. As he grew harder, I stroked him until he was hard and horny. Rick was expecting more, but instead I stopped, remarking how much his back hair had grossed me out. I begged Rick to let me shave it all off. Being so horny, Rick agreed instantly and so I resumed the hand job I was giving him. I reached for my ladies' razor and Satincare shave gel and proceeded to lather his back. Although his cock was hard and throbbing, I spent more time shaving his back than playing with it. When finished, I turned Rick around to wash off in the shower spray while I dropped to my knees and began to suck him off to raging hardness. Sensing that Rick was ready to orgasm, I stopped again. "God, that pubic hair is fucking disgusting," I barked. "Let's get rid of that also, OK hon?" I said sternly. He agreed reluctantly. Before long, I had not only shaven his pubic hair, but also his cute tush from beneath his balls to around his hips, over to his back, and down his thigh to his knees. "This will do for now sweetie," I told Rick with a mischievous smirk. For indeed I had thought to myself with a secret smile that, "Yes, this is only the beginning." A little while later we emerged from the shower and toweled dry. I rubbed delicately scented sesame oil on Rick's freshly shaven skin to minimize the effect of razor burn and then rubbed him with moisturizers to soften his skin. As we moved to the bedroom, I popped in a lesbian porno flick with two gorgeous beauties sensually making love. I handed Rick a pair of shiny black satin panties with lace ruffles to pull on. Earlier that day I had purchased an expensive set of black satin sheets for our bed, figuring it would further increase Rick's acceptance of the feel of silky things against his skin. "Now let's slip into something more comfortable," I said playfully. I quickly pulled on a white silk teddie ensemble with panties and white sheer hose attached to the neglig?e. I gathered a soft lavender satin sleepshirt and a pair of my expensive suntan ultra sheer pantyhose and handed them to Rick. He looked back at me almost knowing what I had in mind. "Go ahead honey, put them on... I bet they'll feel great on the sheets," I coaxed him. "Are you sure about this?" he questioned. "Yes dear, go ahead, you know you want too, I know you'll love it," I reassured him. With my encouragement, Rick although reluctant at first, began to pull in the sheer pantyhose. I sat next to him to give him pointers on how to guide them on over his legs. As he wiggled to pull the hose into place, I sprayed him with a generous burst of my softest and most fragrant perfume. He pulled on the sleepshirt next and remarked "Wow, this does feel pretty good!" as he began to walk around the room to accustom himself with his new attire. "Wow, not bad at all," he said in amazement. As he sat back next to me, I pulled out some powder, luscious red lipstick, and black mascara. I half heartedly pouted "Can I put some make-up on you to baby?" Sensing how pleased it would make me, Rick caved in and said "Go ahead and knock yourself out." I clapped my hand and smiled as I padded on a quick layer of powder foundation to his face. I tilted his head up so I could apply the mascara to his eyebrows. Lastly, I told him to "pucker up" while I colored his lips a very wet and shiny slut red. I made sure that Rick saw what I was doing in the mirror, secretly knowing that someday he would need to know how to do these things for himself. Seeing Rick dolled up as he was had stirred something deep inside of me. I couldn't remember being at this level of sexual excitement or anything close to it for at least several years. Perhaps the thought of dyking it with Rick as my lipstick lez like the scene on the television was more powerful to me than I had anticipated. I was more determined than ever to teach Rick how to make love like a woman and to appreciate life from a feminine perspective. That night I made sure to have our lovemaking take on a deliberate softer tone and feel. I spent more time kissing and feeling then we had in years. Taking my time, I kissed and sucked on each of his nipples the way a woman would like hers to be sucked. I made it a point to rub our bodies together sensually through our silken lingerie absorbing the exotic feel and texture of the luxurious material. What struck me the most was when, as I lay back propped up on the pillows, I viewed the scene in the movie where one girl was licking the others clit. I had Rick in the very same position softly licking mine. I even heard myself utter the words "Ohh.. lick it bitch!" in the heat of passion. My climax was intense and more fulfilling than any I could remember recently. I decided to turn things up a notch by firstly tying Ricks hands securely to the headboard. I pulled his bulging cock out the side of his panties and began to gently lick the head. As my lips sank down his shaft I plunged my lubricated middle finger deep into his puckered anus. "Do you like that?" I asked sensually. "Ahh huh," he managed to moan. I reached for my small dildo and worked the realistic tip and half the shaft into him as I sucked harder and tighter on his throbbing cock. I began to work the dildo deeper into him in the same motion as my head bobbing on his pulsating cock. I know that part of Rick was trying to resist liking the feeling of the lifelike cock in his ass but the there was also anther part of him that was loving it as he softly moaned in ecstasy. As I sensed that Rick was beginning to orgasm, I shoved the dildo as deep into him as I could get it and then left it there as he came in an intense spurt in my mouth. Then instead of swallowing his sticky load, I secretly left it in my mouth and kissed him full on the lips. Rick strained hard against his confinement to stop me but was powerless as I forced a big taste of his spunk into his mouth with my tongue in a long French kiss. Eventually Rick accepted what I had offered him and relaxed. I released him but wouldn't allow him to change from his outfit, insisting that we sleep together as he was. We kissed for a long time that night, tenderly and passionately, like I had always wanted. I fell asleep a very happy and satisfied woman. In the morning as Rick awoke to prepare to clear the snow from the yard, I convinced him to wear the pantyhose beneath his sweatpants as he worked outside, telling him that he would need the extra warmth now that he was partially shaved in the legs. It was a glorious success. Rick told me how he was amazed at the warmth and silky feel of the sheer hose as he moved around in the cold November air. As Rick cleared the driveway that day, I headed out to the local shopping center to buy more satin sleepers and pantyhose for my husband. While shopping, I happened to walk past a salon, and noticed a cute champagne blonde wig with permed curls on display in the window. I decided right there and then to go in and purchase it for Rick. That evening, with some careful and thoughtful arguments, and hints of an evening of great sex, I persuaded Rick to shave the rest of the hair off his legs himself. I began by preparing a scented bubblebath for him to soak in. Then as he settled in, I handed him my Venus razor and Satincare shave gel and instructed him on how to shave the rest of his legs right down to the tips of his toes. Again, when finished I was sure to have him apply moisturizer to his smooth legs, pubes, and tush. I even handed him my Secret clear deodorant in powder scent. Rick got a surprise when he looked into his bureau and found that not only did he have a panty drawer, he had a pantyhose and a neglig?e' drawer too. Rick just gave me that look as if to say, "what are you trying to do to me?" "Go ahead, pick something out for tonight hon," I said almost nonchalantly. Rummaging through his new drawer, Rick settled for a black satin sleepshirt, matching panties, and ultra sheer black hose. "Nice," I whistled. "But you forgot a matching bra to go with that," I said insistently. I went to my dresser and pulled out my 38C black silk n' lace bra and began to loosen the shoulder straps. "But Carrie... I.. don't know about...." he stammered. "Come on sweetie, this'll be fun and you know it, It'll feel good and that is what we are here to do, just try it," I pleaded. I showed Rick how to pull on a bra and how to adjust it in place. Once it was on him securely, I used double wrapped water ballons and nearly a whole box of tissue stuffing the cups to give them shape. Before he could pull on his new pantyhose, I grabbed a bottle of deep pink nail polish and insisted that I paint his toenails, telling him that no-one would see them in the winter. After another quick lesson, this time on the fine art of nail painting, I began to put make up on Rick's face with more care than I had the night before. When his nails had dried, he pulled on the sheer black panty hose and long sleeved black satin sleep chemise. Meanwhile, I picked out an outfit to match Rick's, only mine was in all white. As Rick sat on the edge of the bed, I retrieved the curly blonde wig and proceeded to secure it with pins to his short hair. Once satisfied that it was in place, I grabbed my pick and sweet smelling hair spray to give the wig some style. I sat in front of him and smoked a cigarette as I added touch ups to his hair and make-up. I finished up by adding a pair of clip-on earrings to his earlobes and clasping a gold chain with pearls necklace around his neck. Lastly, I found a pair of white lace fingerless gloves tucked in back of my lingerie drawer and pulled them up his hairless wrists. I sat back to finish my cigarette with I admired my handy work. He was even cuter than I had expected and I realize that he could almost pass as a genuine woman. "Wow!!" Rick said in amazement as he gazed at his reflection in my dresser mirror. He stood up and turned sideways looking at his reflection almost like what I get when a man checks me out. "You certainly look great," I encouraged him. I caught sight of Rick's cock as it began to bulge through his panties and hose. I gave it a quick rub through the silky fabric telling him "Not yet sweetie, first let's have a drink," I motioned. I led him by the hand down to the living room and stoked the fire for us to sit in front of. I returned with a berry wine cooler and sat next to him on the couch, close enough to smell his perfume and antiperspirant. Rick searched for a cigarette, but I had secretly thrown them away earlier. Instead, I offered him one of my feminine Virginia Slims 120's, demonstrating how to hold it like a woman, wrist back with burning tip pointing straight up. I also had him sit curled up like me at the opposite end of the sofa. We sat like that and talked for a while, with me making it a point to keep the conversation about how to look and act like a woman. For a moment, it felt like Rick actually was one of my girlfriends, and I almost forgot he was my husband. I turned the subject to finding a name for him while dressed as he was. We tossed around a few names and had some laughs while trying to find a suitable name for him. Finally I decided that since his name was Rick, the feminine form that made the most sense was Erica. So it was settled, I would now refer to him as her and her as Erica. After a hour or so of this, I got up and returned with my digital camera and clicked a clear photo of an unsuspecting Rick sitting like a lady and holding his cigarette and wine cooler. What could he do? He just looked at me and smiled almost sarcastically as I clicked off another, then another. I could sense that he was becoming nervous, so I motioned for "Erica" to come upstairs and play. I had realized from the start that if were to work, I would need to make dressing as Erica fun and rewarding in order to persuade him/her. Besides, Erica was so damn cute that I was way turned on by her appearance. Again, as the night before, I popped in the lesbian porno flick and let it play lowly as we made sweet love. I began with some soft kissing and fondling like the ladies on the screen. I allowed Erica to lick my nipples and kiss my neck and ear. Soon I was doing the very same thing to him/her. I rolled over to be the top and began to slow rub and grind my crotch to Erica's while we kissed deeply looking into each other's eyes. I had Erica lay flat so I could change into a sixty-nine position with his tongue snaking it's way to my dampening pussy. I penetrated his asshole with my lubricated finger and began to loosen the tight ring as my lips wrapped around his straining cock. I reached into my night stand and lubricated my eight- inch dildo then began to insert it in place of my finger. Erica paused her licking to let out a soft moan while the life like shaft eased ever so deeper into her. As we continued like this, I rubbed Erica's legs through her nylons and meshed the silk of her night shirt against the sheer nylons. Erica became so hot from all of this that her tongue found it's way to my ass and began to lick at my tiny hole. This felt sensational!! To show my appreciation, I tightened my lips around her shaft and blew him for all I was worth. All the while I worked the shaft in and out of her slick asshole in a sensual rhythm. Erica's tongue moved back to my clit to finish me off as she herself approached climax. When finished with Erica, I coyly moved to kiss him again with a surprise load of his cum stored in my mouth. I forced it into his mouth as we kissed saying "swallow it bitch." After a rest and a smoke, we continued for several more hours with variations of the same theme. I even convinced Erica to share sucking on the same dildo with me. I had never felt so close to Rick as I did that night. We talked openly about our relationship, and shared intimate secrets he's never dared tell before. "Woman share intimate secrets all the time," I told him. In the morning I persuaded Rick to remain as Erica for the rest of the day, by telling him that he could watch his Sunday football all afternoon if he dressed as Erica. He reluctantly agreed and went in the bathroom for a shower and shave. Meanwhile, I picked through my closet and found an oversized deep pink silk blouse in almost a magenta color and a black silk formal skirt, an outfit I had back when I was at my heaviest. "Now what would you wear beneath this?" I questioned him like a school teacher as I held the outfit in front of him. "Umm... black, right?" he responded. "Correct, you learn fast, I'll make a woman out of you in no time," I teased. With that, Erica slipped on the black silk bra and matching panties I had waiting for her. Shiny nude ultra sheer pantyhose came next. After she had pulled on the blouse and wiggled into the skirt, I went to work giving her the most convincing make-up job yet. Foundation, powder, rouge, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, and two layers of lipstick and gloss. It took over an hour to do it correctly, but it was worth every minute of it. Once topped with the styled blonde wig, Erica was nearly complete. I finished by adding jewelry and white silk hair scrunchies to her wrists. But something important was missing. I told Erica to wait for me and that I had to run out for a few minutes. I headed directly to the local Macy's to get a decent pair of heels that would fit her. While I was there, I also purchased a pair of real breast enhancers to pad her bra with. I also stopped by the drug store to grab some fake nails. Quickly, I returned home to show Erica my purchases and to add them to her ensemble. When I was finished with her, she had a decent padded bust appearing to be 38C to match her frame, one-half inch pretty pink nails extending beyond her fingertips, and she stood before me teetering on her new three inch pointed heels. Rick stared in amazement at Erica's reflection in my full length mirror that hung from my closet door. "I can't believe it's me," he said while running his hands down his side and checking Erica out in the mirror. I assured Rick that no one was coming over that day and Erica would be safe to watch the game on the living room sofa. I gave her a quick lesson on how to walk more naturally with heels and without tripping or breaking her ankles. After we'd eaten a light meal, I began to feed the alcohol to Erica to see if I could loosen her up and make her feel more at home. I started with a four pack of berry wine coolers then switched to a six pack of Michelobe Light at half-time. After the game had ended, I noticed that Erica was quite buzzed but I decided that she needed a little more enticing. I went to our liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Allen's coffee brandy and mixed it with light milk to make Sombreros, a drink the girls used to drink back in Maine. Erica looked quite at home and content smoking a Virginia Slims 120 and sucking down tall frosty Sombreros while watching a women's movie on Lifetime with me. Outside, the evening sky was totally dark by 6:00 PM. Noticing this, I turned to Erica and said "Let's go for a ride into Boston and back, no one will know your secret, besides you look fantastic," I pleaded. "Well alright, but just there and back, no where else, ok?" he said firmly. "OK, hon don't worry this will be fun, I promise," I agreed. I handed her my silk-lined black leather coat which was a London Fog styled trench coat but short enough to expose her knees when she walked. The radio, which was set to my favorite station, played popular music songs by all women - Janet Jackson, Mariah Carry, Melissa Etheridge, and Toni Braxton to name a few. I even got Erica, as tipsy as she was, to sing along with a few songs as we drove along the highway into the city. I had formulated a plan as we drove to get Rick out of the car and walk the streets as Erica. To set it in motion, I drove through the Fenway section of Boston, notorious for crossdressers frequenting the streets. We noticed a few "girls" sashaying down the sidewalk in front of several different clubs making it obvious what they were. Several blocks past this area, I pulled over to the curb beneath a street light. I reached into the backseat for my purse and made my way into a convenience store for a diet Pepsi and a small bag of groceries. On the way out, I dropped my pocketbook making it seam like an accident that I hadn't noticed. I quickly sat down and shut the door before Erica could warn me. "Well, go get it for me, would you hon," I insisted. When she bent down to scoop it up, I slammed the door shut and locked it before slowly driving off down the block. She was stunned! She stood there for a moment as if confronting some great dilemma. I made sure she could see me pull over and park in front of a CVS pharmacy store at the opposite end of the block. I got out and readied my camera as she approached walking past the lighted store fronts. She was so sweet and actually quite convincing, walking on her new heels and clutching my handbag like a genuine lady. I snapped a couple of decent photos of her as she approached. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" I said enthusiastically. "Kinda fun," she replied. "Relax, you look great, come in with me, I have some shopping to do," I told her. In no time, we were marching up and down the aisles filling a basket with women's products: maxi-pads, tampons, several kinds of skin lotions and facial cleansers, ladies' razors, shave creme, nair, a new package of super sheer queen size pantyhose, false nails, etc,. We stopped in the cosmetics section so I could test some perfumes on Erica for her approval. Lastly, I bought a compact, a few shades of nail polish, foundation to make Erica's skin tone, mascara, blush, and eyeliner. Little did she know that all these things were for her! Later, I would clean out a drawer in the bathroom vanity and filled it with Erica's new things. I decided that this was enough for now, I didn't want to spoil the success of the evening by overwhelming or frightening Erica by rushing her into her new role out in public. Besides, I had to work in the morning and it was getting late. We arrived home shortly after 9:30 PM and went straight up to the bedroom. I helped Erica out of her blouse, skirt, and heels then handed her my peach silk chemise to sleep in. She was such a darling, I was really coming to enjoy her like this and looked forward to furthering her appearance and actions until she could pass completely and effortlessly. I found myself becoming exquisitely horny be the sight and smell of my new "girlfriend" as we kissed in erotic delight. It had been over a month since I had allowed Rick's cock to enter my prized pussy and decided that I needed a good satisfying fucking before my long week at work. I stripped off my panties telling Erica "Tonight you'll be my little bitch girlfriend, I want you to fuck me with that big strap-on you have in those panties of yours." Well it didn't that her long to kneel before me and produce a hard throbbing cock out the side of her panties and slowly enter me. Our kissing and fondling became heated and more passionate than we'd ever experienced as a couple. There was something magical about the new bond that we were forging and I was absolutely enthralled by it. I had opened the door to a wonderful new level of existence for our relationship. Looking at Erica, I did not sense a man in drag, instead, I saw a budding woman with tenderness, passion, and beauty. Perhaps this realization was what made my orgasm so powerful and more fulfilling than any I had ever felt. I pulled her close to me and held her tightly as I moaned in sheer ecstasy. "I'm getting fucked by a bitch and I love it," I blurted out. I was struck with amazement upon hearing myself actually say it with such conviction. In the afterglow of our climax, we lay there for a long while as I cradled Erica's head to my bossem in a tender motherly embrace. By 7:30 AM, I had already had a small breakfast, showered, and dressed in a business suit for work. I was dreading the grueling week that lay ahead for me. I had accepted a promotion as an administrative assistant and would be buried in paperwork and shuffled around in an exhausting schedule of departmental staff meetings. I would be tasked with compiling data for improving efficiency for the Urology department in which I worked. Rick was still sleeping off his hangover when I left for work. Twelve hours later, I returned home after a difficult day with a stack of files and computer disks to review. Rick, who was now dressed in his jeans and tee shirt, seam to sense how despondent I was at the mound of work that I needed to examine. What I desperately needed was a secretary, but the hospital was trying to cut cost and referred me to an already overworked gal in a building adjacent to the hospital. Poor Rick bore the brunt of my frustration. "This place is a fucking dump," I said harshly, eyeing the sink full of dishes. "You dress like a damn slob," I continued. What I really wanted I guess, was a sympathetic touch from Erica to take my mind from the workload that sat before me. But Rick seamed to be trying his hardest to be all man that day which really pissed me off. That night as lay in bed waiting, I hoped for Erica to come and lick my clit so I could forget about that awful day. Instead, Rick slid into bed next to me and attempted to kiss me. "Where the hell is Erica?" I snapped. "Well I... I... I don't know if I should do that anymore," he stammered. "Fine," I sneered and rolled over away from him. Perhaps I was being overly critical of him, but I had a purpose. I wanted Rick to be keenly aware of things that displeased me and the consequences for doing so. The rest of the week when much the same. By Thursday afternoon, the pressure seamed to be easing on me and I had some time to relax. I decided to go out for a walk to clear my head. When I came across an adult book store, I went in for a look. Soon, I found myself scanning through shelves of naughty magazines. I found a free hand out that had an extensive listing of ads for local gay bars and erotic boutiques. I purchased a classy looking magazine dedicated to and published by dominant women. Before long, I was back in my office with the door locked, sitting back in my padded chair, thumbing through the material. When finished, I sat back in deep thought for a moment, and then the idea hit me like a bolt of lightning - Erica would be my new secretary. The solution to my problems was so simple that I felt foolish for not realizing it sooner. "How do I get Rick to become Erica again?" I thought to myself for a moment. "The photos!" I answered myself greedily. It was time to play my card, I would kill two birds with the same stone. I'd be getting a secretary, but I'd also be getting much, much more - a personal assistant, a maid, a cook, and a girlfriend. I thought about it some more then sat in front of my computer to type a letter addressed to Erica. Quickly gathering my things when finished, I left work early and headed for one of the boutiques described in the handout. It was a shop called "The Glamour Boutique," that catered to the local crossdressers. I found a pleasant lady clerk that helpfully assisted me, before long I had purchased several hundred dollars worth of clothes and accessories for Erica. That night, back at home, I acted like nothing had happened. By now, I had noticed that some of Rick's facial and body hair was beginning to return. I could barely sleep that night over the secret excitement of springing my plan in the morning. In the morning, before leaving for work, I brought the things I had boughten in from the trunk of my car in the garage and set them on our large bathroom vanity. Just before leaving, I awoke Rick with a kiss to his ear and whispered to him that I had a surprise for him on the kitchen table we he got up. With that, I was out the door with a grin from ear to ear. A short time later, Rick found the envelope I had left for him with the word ERICA printed on the front and opened it up. He stood in shock scanning the revealing full color photos of himself dressed in various stages of women's clothes and holding a dildo. He found my letter and opened it. My Dearest Erica, It has become abundantly clear to me that you need some discipline in your life. I've also discovered that I prefer the company of Erica over that of Rick's. So I have decided that you will be my slave, plain and simple. If you disobey me in any way, shape or form - the punishment will be severe. I will distribute the several dozen copies that I have of these photos to your friends and family back in Maine, make no mistake about it. First and foremost, you are not to question me on this. If you disappoint me, perhaps I may be lenient and beat your ass instead of sending these photos our to everyone, perhaps not. My orders are to be followed explicitly and without question. Failure to comply will not be tolerated. Backtalk will not be tolerated. I will expect you to be clean shaven from face to toes at all times. You will also be required to keep your toe nails painted at all times. From now on you will dress only as Erica until I tell you otherwise. From this day forward I will only refer to you as Erica and will only refer to you in the feminine form. By now you should have noticed the packages that I've left for you on the sofa. This is the beginning of your new wardrobe. You will start by bringing them to the bedroom and opening all the gifts I have given you. Next, you will run a bubble bath, soak, then shave off the rest of your body hair including your arms, armpits, chest, and feet. When finished, you will apply softener to your skin. Then paint your toenails and apply the false nails to your finger nails and paint them with the nail polish that I've left for you on my dresser. You will follow the directions on how to apply the breast forms and fill out the black bra I've bought you. Secure your new wig and try to style it tastefully. There is a maids out fit with heels and hose that you will wear today to clean the house spotless and be wearing when I arrive home tonight. Lastly, you will apply some make-up like I've shown you, I'll help you adjust it when I get home tonight. Today you will clean and vacuum to house until spotless, I mean spotless top to bottem. I've left instructions in the laundry room on how to properly wash our clothes and lingerie and don't forget to iron the wrinkles out of the clothes. I will inspect your work tonight, and you'd better not disappoint me. Finally, I want you to prepare a decent meal for me and have it ready by 7:00 PM. I've taken the liberty and drawn up a few ground rules and tasks for you to preform in my daily absence. You be best advised to follow them and complete what I ask of you. Let's just say that the consequences for not doing so would be rather unpleasant. So get busy sweetie! I'll be home before you know it. Sincerely, Mistress Carrie The next page contained a set of wriiten instructions, rules, and tasks that I had found in one of the domination magazines that I had read. I copied them and added a few suggestions of my own: 1.) A daily written diary on your progress and personal assessments of yourself will be a requirement. 2.) You will smoke only Virginia Slims Luxury Lights 120's Regulars and be thinking only feminine thoughts during. 3.) You are to start a diet immediately and will lose a pound per day during the next few months and log 25 miles per day on the exercise bike. 4.) You will sit to urinate making sure to wipe when finished. 5.) Each day you will soak 30 min. in scented bubble baths lit by scented candles while smoking your Virginia slims Luxury Lights 120's regs. 6.) After bathing, you will apply Neutrogena sesame oil to your body along with scented moisturizers. Excellent personal Hygiene will be a must. 7.) My period is your period, for one week each month you will either wear a lubricated tampax tampon inserted in your girlie hole or a Kotex maxi-pad in your panties. 8.) You will wear Secret Powderfresh Platinum Protection antiperspirant/deodorant at all times. 9.) You will watch only television shows and channels that are of interest to women, soaps, talk shows, no news or sports. 10.) You will wear silk panties, nylons, a bra, keep your toenails painted, and be wearing perfume - at all times. Go to www.Femimage.com for some pointers on feminine deportment. 11.) You shall wear either a blouse and skirt or a dress, or maid uniform, with high heels and silk hair scrunchies on your wrists at all times. 12.) When showering, you shall apply scented soaps and skin moisturizers to your pink bath puff and wash with it. 13.) You will practice make-up application every day until you get it right. 14.) Twice a week you will go shopping or for a walk fully dressed in femme at a public location. 15.) You will use a Gillette woman's razor and shave gel to keep your body smooth and freshly shaven at all times from face down. (eyebrows are to be plucked, shaped and trimmed) These rules are meant to be simple, but will help to reinforce your femininity and submissiveness. You will keep me monitored on your progress adhering to these foundations. I have also set forward some tasks for you to complete. 1.) You will buy Cosmo, Playgirl, and a feminine magazine of your choosing EACH month and choose 2 articles from each and write one full page about how each pertains to you and benefits you in becoming better able to please a man. 2.) You will go to the health food store, get 1 bottle each of Black Cohosh and Blessed Thistle, and then take 3 capsules of each per day. 3.) You will listen to the feminization hypnosis audio session that I have provided for you each night before going to sleep. 4.) You will purchase no less than 3 long sexy wigs, 1 blonde, 1 brunette, 1 strawberry red head. 5.) During the next 2 months, you will buy another silk French maids outfit, an ultra feminine satin bridesmaid style cocktail dress, (second hand will suffice). 6.) You will go to fictionmania.com and search for 3 REALISTIC stories using a keyword search with the following: hormones, breast implants, the operation, wedding dress, nails, salon, lingerie, heels and Frenchmaid. Each month you will read one then write a 1-page summary and how the story effected and pertains to you. 7.) You will search the internet for information about the entire sex- reassignment process from start to finish then write a 3 page report so I may use this information to help prepare you for the transition. 8.) You will post a personal ad on ALL the New England yahoo dating clubs announcing that you are a shemale pre-op transsexual looking for a man. 9.) You will find a post-op transsexual either locally or online and seek out her friendship and guidance during your transition period. 10.) You will practice walking gracefully and naturally in 3" pointed heels and refining all your feminine mannerisms such as crossing your legs, softening your voice, and checking yourself in the mirror. 11.) You will purchase several Hanes-her-way or Vasserette silk-n'-lace underwire bras in size 36D and matching silk panty for each. (You will fill out the cups with the breast forms I have provided for you). 12.) You will purchase several oversized, long sleeved satin or silk sleep shirts f(chemises) for you to sleep in every night. 13.) You will purchase several X-Large long-sleeved silk blouses, a black silk dress along with the others in a color of your choosing. 14.) You will purchase tight shiny Black spandex leggin's, leather mini-skirts, silk mini-skirts, and at least 6 pairs of heels or heeled boots. All to combined with the preceding items to form functional and matching outfits. 15.) You will make an inventory of your entire femme wardrobe and beauty supplies and submit it to me. (So, you know when to stock up) ** You will also be expected to regularly report to me on your progress in completing the assigned tasks, remember you have 2 months in which to accomplish these tasks that are designed to help you understand and achieve womanhood. I honestly didn't expect Erica to follow every thing to the letter, but I wanted to make sure she understood that I was serious. Damn serious, about what I would expect from here in the following weeks and months. The poor thing must have been totally shocked when she opened up the letter and saw the revealing photos I had managed to collect of here. That day, I was barely able to get anything accomplished at work while preoccupied with the thought of my sweet maid Erica all dolled up and cleaning the house. Faking a migraine headache, I told my supervisor that I'd had enough for one day and cut out of work at 3:00 PM. I stopped off at another lingerie boutique and picked up another surprise to spring on Erica. Quitety pulling the car into the garage, I creept into the kitchen and spied sight of my maid in full uniform busily vacuuming the dining room floor. She had done a reasonabley good job in preparing herself like I had instructed. I could smell the traces of her perfume lingering throught the house. "You missed a spot," I called out as she turned off the vacuum, totally surprising and stunning her. "Mindy, you're early, I haven't had time to make dinner yet," she said fearfully. "Well snap shit woman," I ordered. "Make something I like, and while your at it - I'd like candlelight, fresh flowers, and a glass of wine with that." It was extremely satisfying for my ego to have someone snap to my orders so explicitly when I had felt so powerless at work all week. With the kitchen alive with the sounds of a busy housewife, I made my way around the house for a thorough inspection of her housekeeping. I noted a few minor infractions but overall I was impressed with the effort that Erica had put forth. The bathroom was cleaner that it had been in months. My clothes had been folded and put away in their drawers and hung in the closet. My desk full of paperwork had been arranged and organized. "Well, you've certainly been a busy girl today," I patronized her, putting my hand on her ass and kissing her cheek from behind as she washed the wine glasses at the sink. While Erica finished preparing dinner, I relaxed in a long hot shower. Later, I took the time to dress in my sexiest lingerie beneath my tightest and most revealing dress, followed by my finest jewelry. I put my hair up in style that I wear for formal occasions. To top it all off, I put my make-up on with the meticulous care of a bride for a look of allure and desire. Usually, I try to look formal and business- like for work but I hadn't put this much effort in my appearance and quite sometime. I felt like a model and knew that I'd make quite an impression upon Erica with my sensual beauty. By the time I have made it down to the dining room, the lights were low and the table was set with candles, flowers, and a glass of wine as I had ordered. Luckily, Rick had always been a good cook, I skill Erica would need. I was starving from missing lunch with all the work I had at the office and the aroma emanating from the kitchen smelled great. I could hear the tap of Erica's heels across the tiled kitchen floor as she approach with a steaming plate of linguini and clam sauce along with a basket of freshly baked rolls. "Is everything alright," she said nervously, awaiting my response. "Ya, it'll do for now," I said nonchalantly. During our meal, I could sense that Erica wanted to ask me if I was serious about the changes that I had instated but dared not to pose the questions to me. As I finished my meal, I put down my fork and looked at Erica, "When I tell you to clean the fucking house, I mean that I want things dusted off, next time I'm gonna shove that feather duster up your ass if you can't get it right you stupid slut," I barked. Poor Erica was teary eyed she was so frightened. Perhaps I was being to harsh on her I decided. "Well anyway, you did do a great job today sweetie and I am very proud of you," I complemented with a lighter tone to my voice. I relaxed on the sofa with my glass of wine as Erica cleaned the table and washed the dishes. Feeling generous, I allowed Erica a ten minute break before leading her to the vanity so I could straighten out her make-up with a lesson on cosmetics and style her wig. I couldn't resist taking more photo's and having Erica pose with her feather duster. Later, we sat and talked about how to dress in the clothes I had bought her. I gave her advice on how to select clothes that would fit her properly and dicussed several articals and advertisements in the current issue of Cosmopolitan. I helped her practice finding a newer, softer voice in which to speak in and gave lessons on how to sit, walk, and move like a woman. Eventually, after several glasses of wine, I got Erica to admit that her new situation was kind of fun after all. She also admitted to me that she found the feel and texture of tight silk against her smooth skin to be quite pleasurable and that I was nice to pamper herself and put care into her appearance. "We girls know how to treat ourselves don't we," I agreed with her. I decided that it was time to let Erica have some fun. I started making advances on her, kissing her cheek and neck, nibbling on her ear, and squeezing her fake breasts. We played like this for a while until I hiked up my dress and pushed her down to her knees in front of me. "Lick it bitch," I commanded. Erica pulled of my panties and slid her tongue along my freshly shaven labia. With my guidence, she have found the right spot and the right pace to please me. Meanwhile, I lit a cigarette and sipped on my glass of wine while watching some television paying little attention to my sissy slave. The best was when I took out a Playgirl magazine then laid it on Erica's head for support as I began to flip through it while she continued licking my clitty to my satisfaction. Looking at all those hunks had made me even wetter along with the idea that someday I'd see to it that Erica lost her "virginity" to a handsome muscular man. But for the time being, I wanted Erica to get used to dressing pretty, practicing her feminine persona, and taking my dildo in her ass. That was my next surprise for her. I pushed her head away and ordered her upstairs onto our bed. I set two fluffy pillows in the middle of the bed and had my maid lay across them on her tummy and stay in that position while I stripped down to my bra, panties, garterbelt, and hose. Next, I teasingly fastened a long silk scarf around each of her wrists and ankles on secured her tightly to the bedposts in my most tempting and seductive manor. Na?vely, she giggled and smirked along with me as I pulled up her petticoats and gave her a few good swats to the ass with a short leather crop. Reaching around to her crotch, I grabbed her stiffening "cockette" as I called it and gave a few quick pumps to get her good and horny. But I had something else in mind for her. Erica's eyes widened and she soon cringed uncomfortably as I opened the bag I had brought and pulled on a realistic looking eight-inch strap-on dildo with a tight black spandex harness panty and began to lubricate it with a tube of KY jelly. With Erica propped up the way she was, I had easy access to her tight "asscunt." I positioned myself behind her and knelt down so I could grasp her hips like a man would. Desperately, she tried to move away from me, struggling in vain. "Relax baby, it'll only hurt for a second," I tried to reassure her. But this was too easy I thought to myself. "Beg for it bitch," I commanded. "You'd better beg me to fuck you like you really want it or you'll be sorry you little bitch," I warned forcefully. "Ohh baby, I need it sooo baad," she moaned. "Please shove your cock in my ass and fuck me hard, Pleeeze fuck me Mistress!!" she begged. "Very well then," I teased naughtily. Slowly, I guided the tip of the cock to her quivering anus and began to work it as to loosen her up to accept the rest of it as well. Erica bucked with a shock of pain as the phallus sank deeper and deeper into her rear. When my tummy slapped against Erica's ass, I knew that I had hit bottom. I began to slowly pump in a rhythm that I'd love if I was the one getting my ass taken by a rugged stud. Teasingly, I'd pull the head of the cock almost all the way out before plunging it in to the very root. I reached around and grabbed hold of Erica's bulging cockette and began to stroke it in the same rhythm as my pumping. "Like it... yes it's OK to like it sweetie," I encouraged. My Erica moaned softly in a mixture of pain and delight as she buried her face into the pillow. I kept the same pace for a good ten minutes to allow Erica sufficient time to get accustomed to the feel of a cock in her before I began to fuck even harder. I tightened my grip on her cockette and thrust my strap-on wildly into her ass with enough force to shake her whole body and the entire bed and frame. "That's a good girl," I praised her. What really struck me with pleasure was the feel of the end of the dildo rubbing against my dripping clit during the motion I used in my bump and grind technique. I don't know what had come over me but I was becoming what can only be described as sexually intoxicated by the feelings of the power I held over Erica in the position that I had her in. I felt what had to be the most intense orgasm of my entire life swell up inside of me in an incredible release of sexual energy. Erica came too as I squeezed her throbbing cockette tightly in long powerful strokes. I withdrew as Erica laid there recovering in a puddle of her creamy spunk. Eventually, I released her only to have her clean herself and the bed before telling her to change her panties and pull on a long silky lavender neglig?e. Emerging after freshening up in the bathroom, I handed her a Kotex super maxi telling her "those cum stains in your panties are disgusting, from now on you will wear one of these to keep them clean and dry." I instructed her on how to open one up and insert it into place over the tip of her cockette to absorb accidents. Spreading out on the bed, I piled some pillows behind me so I could watch some television as I motioned for her to put her head between my legs and lick while I relaxed. I let her up only to fix drinks and a snack for me then promptly motioned for her to return to position for my sole enjoyment and several more satisfying orgasms