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The House on the Hill Chapter 7 Michael was exhausted as he re-entered the room where he had started the day. Although he had heard that they were going to be helped by a maid he was surprised when saw her dusting the desk in the corner of the room. "Good afternoon, Miss Evelyn," the maid said with a smile. "I am sorry if I surprised you but I thought it best to try to get your room in order before you returned. I cleaned up everything and made your bed and I also drew a hot bath for you so you could relax. Let me put this brush down and I'll come over there and help you out of your uniform so you can get into the bath." "Now wait a second," Michael began before remembering that he was supposed to do everything that she told him. "I...I know I am supposed to do everything that you tell me to but I feel uncomfortable about this. I think I can undress myself." "Can you take off your heels without this key?" the maid laughed while holding up a key. "Well, I could if you gave me the key," Michael replied sheepishly. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'm sorry but I don't even know your name." "My name is Colette, Miss Evelyn. Please understand that I have no choice here. I have been told to take care of your every need and that you are to do nothing except let me take care of you." "I understand, Colette," Michael replied, "But I don't think you understand everything. I don't feel comfortable having you undress me." "Please forgive me, Miss Evelyn, but we are both required to address ourselves as Miss before our names as we are both maids," Colette responded, "And as far as understanding everything, you are mistaken. Maids are required to serve their guests by anticipating their every need. Don't feel uncomfortable letting me undress you. It will only be us girls in the room." "That's what I'm trying to say, Colette." "It's Miss Colette, Miss Evelyn." "I'm sorry, Miss Colette," Michael replied before whispering, "but do you know that I'm not really a girl?" "Don't be silly, Miss Evelyn," Colette giggled in response. "Of course I know that you're not a girl. Your facial features are still fairly masculine and your body frame is still larger than a woman's but you have the makings of a beautiful woman if you so desire." "I can't believe you know all this, Colette," Michael cried as tears began to fall down his cheeks. "Who are these people and how can they do this to me? I can't believe you know I'm a man. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be dressed like a woman? "I'm sorry to correct you again, Miss Evelyn, but you are required to call me Miss Colette. I will be punished if you do not learn this lesson before Friday. And please don't be embarrassed that I know that you are a man. There is nothing wrong with being dressed as a woman. Women do it every day and they always try to look beautiful. You can look beautiful as well and that is what you must do until you get through Friday night's dinner and go home." "I'm sorry, Miss Colette," Michael sniffled through his tears, "I'll try to do my best and I didn't mean to insult you or women, in general, by saying I was embarrassed about being dressed as a woman. It's just that as a man I'm not supposed to dress as a woman." "You have no need to apologize, Miss Evelyn. Don't be embarrassed about being dressed as a woman. I have helped many men who have been guests here when they were dressed as women. I have seen it before and I am here to sympathize, encourage and guide you. My goal is to help you return home so please let me help you these next 2 days." "Ok, Miss Colette," Michael smiled gently. "I can certainly use a friend here and if you don't mind seeing my boy parts then I'd love to take a hot bath." "Thank you very much, Miss Evelyn," Colette replied patting the back of the desk chair. "Your feet must be killing you wearing those hills for the first time. Why don't you sit down right here and I'll unlock your shoes? " Allowing himself to relax, Michael watched as Colette unlocked and slipped off his heels and undid his garter straps and slipped off his stockings. Lost in thought Michael was surprised when Colette asked him to stand while she pulled down his petticoats and loosened his uniform before helping him lift it over his head. Realizing that his penis was completely exposed and he was standing in front of a woman Michael dropped his hands to cover his penis when he realized that he wasn't even a little bit excited. Sensing his embarrassment, Colette told him not to be worry and then said, "Miss Evelyn, I need you to raise your arms to the ceiling. I need to get you out of this corset and it is laced awfully tight." Standing with his arms in the air and Colette working behind him, Michael asked, "Miss Colette, I just wanted to let you know that I not embarrassed because I'm nearly naked in front of you. It's different than just that. I think I'm really embarrassed because I'm naked in front of you, a beautiful woman, and I'm not even a little bit excited down there. Do you find that unusual? " "I don't find that unusual, Miss Evelyn," Colette began, "you have had a very long and traumatic day and I suspect you have exercised your boy parts already today. You are probably tired and that's why you are getting some time to rest. There, I'm finished with your corset. Didn't they do a wonderful job with your breasts? You can't even see a seam on your chest they look so natural." Looking at his breasts Michael was stunned. Reaching down he cupped them in his hands and was amazed at how realistic they felt; not that he had sensitivity but rather that they had the weight and feel of a woman's breasts. Looking at Colette, he asked, "Miss Colette, Can I really take a bath with these on?" "It's perfectly safe to bathe and do anything that you want, Miss Evelyn. The glue should hold them on for about a month or until someone applies a breast form adhesive removal product." "Well, hopefully, someone will give me some of that before I go home on Friday night, Miss Colette," Michael said looking directly at Colette. "They will, won't they, Miss Colette?" "There are certain questions that I can't answer, Miss Evelyn," Colette responded with a sigh. "I'm sorry but I can't answer any questions about what happened before you woke up today or what will happen tomorrow night. Here let me take your arm and help you into the bathroom." "I can do that myself, Miss Colette. Do you have other rooms to service while I am in the bath?" "No, I'm sorry Miss Evelyn," Colette replied. "I need to stay with you the entire time. Before you get into the bath I need to give you an enema. Have you ever received an enema before, Miss Evelyn?" "You can't be serious. No one is giving me an.." Michael replied without thinking. But before continuing he reflected on some of the things that he had participated in that day. "I'm sorry, Miss Colette. I know you're here to help me. An enema is probably a good thing to do after all I've been through." "Why don't you get down on your knees on the rug in front of the bath tub, Miss Evelyn? It is very soft so I think you will be comfortable there. Have you ever had an enema before?" "No, Miss Colette," Michael sighed knowing it was better to follow instructions and get this over with. "What should I do?" "After getting on your knees then gently rest your head on the floor with your chest held close to your knees, Miss Evelyn," Colette said while opening a package with two bottles inside. "Once you feel comfortable then raise your buttocks a little and then I will squeeze both of these bottles inside of you. The tops of these bottles are already lubricated and you won't even feel them as insert them inside of you. There, it's already inside and now I just need to empty it inside of you. Now this is going to make you feel uncomfortable, like you have to go to the bathroom. But I need you to keep it inside for about 5 minutes. Now here I go with the second bottle. Now bear down, honey, because you still have 4 ? minutes." "Oh my God, I don't think I can make it," Michael cried after 2 minutes. "No, Miss Evelyn," Colette replied while placing a firm hand on Michael's shoulder. "You have a little less than 3 minutes to go and I'll let you up. Bear down and hold it in, dear." After what seemed like an eternity, Colette reached down and pulled Michael up and said, "Now hurry over to the toilet and relieve yourself, Miss Evelyn. That wasn't so bad was it?" Not wanting to have an accident Michael barely made it to the toilet before expelling his bowels. "That was awful, Colette," Michael groaned. "But I'm glad we did it. I'm sure I'll feel so much better after a bath." "You will, Miss Evelyn," Colette smiled. "Here come and get in the tub and don't forget the 'Miss' when you address me, dear." After slipping into the perfumed bath water Michael look at Colette and asked, "Are you even going to stay here in the bathroom?" "You forgot to say Miss Colette again, Miss Evelyn," Colette sighed. "But, yes, I am going to stay. I even need to shave your legs to make sure they are silky smooth. This natural sea sponge will help exfoliate your skin. And while you and I are here in the bathroom a small cot will be delivered to the room where I will sleep. My job is to see that you completely relax and rejuvenate so just lay back and enjoy and I will start bathing you in about 15 minutes." "Do we have a schedule until I have to go to the beauty parlor tomorrow, Miss Colette?" Michael asked while luxuriating in the steaming water. "Not really, Miss Evelyn. I am going to order a few salads for dinner and then you can read and relax. There are a number of magazines and books on the bookshelf in the room. I am sure you will find something that you like. Tomorrow I need to teach you how to curtsey correctly so you are prepared when you meet the guests. I also need to give you another manicure and pedicure as well as a massage. We need to have you feeling your best before I take you to the beauty parlor where they will make sure you look your best. Now relax and enjoy yourself." Michael couldn't believe how quickly the time passed and yet here he was dressed again in his maid's uniform sitting in the desk chair while Colette was locking his heels again with her key. "Why do we have to go to the beauty parlor, Miss Colette?" Michael smiled while adjusting his skirt. "You have me looking just like I look yesterday." "Tonight is a formal event, Miss Evelyn. You have to look your absolute best for your guests tonight. You will get a chance to decide if you'd like a more formal hairstyle; something elegant but practical because you'll still be working as a maid. And you will get to decide whether you prefer an everyday look with your make-up or a more sophisticated formal look. If I were in your heels I'd think I'd go with a sophisticated updo with a more formal look with your make-up with smoky eyes." Michael couldn't help himself as he smiled and thought back to all the formal parties he used to attend with his wife. She loved going to parties; the more formal the better. But she really loved going to the beauty parlor before the event. She always said it was more fun pampering herself and getting ready for a party so she always scheduled an appointment to get her hair and make-up done. I remember asking her one time why she always wore her hear up when she went to formal parties. We were already home and I was nearly undressed. Her reply seemed like it was etched in my brain. Because there is nothing more sensual than a woman's neck, silly. A formal dress can accentuate a woman's figure but an exposed neck highlight's a woman's soul. And I always wear it loosely pinned, dear. She smiled as she pushed me down on the bed, undid the zipper on her dress and let it fall gently to the floor. Pulling off her panties and bra, she quickly climbed between my legs before continuing. Do you know why I wear it loosely pinned? You should, honey, because I do it for you. I don't want to have to struggle with it when I come home and want to ravage you. I just reach up and pull one or two pins and voila! A few quick shakes and I'm gliding my hair over your little friend here. Your little friend must love my hair massages because it only takes a few passes before he begins to wake up; a few more minutes of licking and he's rock hard and ready to be ridden to exhaustion. Maybe he'd ask for an updo like Colette suggested; might as well have a little fun if he had to do it anyway. "A penny for your thoughts, Miss Evelyn," Colette said interrupting his train of thought. "Unfortunately I have to do 2 more things before we go. I need you to bend over while I insert this butt plug." "Do you have to do that, Miss Colette?" Michael moaned. "Yes, but it is really lubricated so it should be pretty easy." Colette answered while quickly pushing the plug into his backside. "There, that wasn't too bad. Now turn around, Miss Evelyn, and lift your skirt and petticoats. I know you're not going to like this but the Mistress has ordered us to tie this pink ribbon and bell around your penis." "You have to be kidding me," Michael exhaled. "Please, Miss Evelyn, you have to say 'Miss' or I'll get punished," Colette replied. "I'm sorry, Miss Colette, but I can't believe you have to do this. Why do you think she is doing this?" "I believe the Mistress wants the bell to announce your presence when you are coming and going while you are serving the guests. There I think that is perfect. We need it tight enough that it won't slip off but not too tight that it will bother you. Now let's get going because it's 2:00 pm already. Walking into the beauty parlor Michael realized that he was the last one to arrive. Looking over and seeing Isabel and Sophie smiling and paging through a hairstyle magazine, he was surprised that he was actually happy to see them. Chantal, Melanie and Christine were seated in the reception area unsmiling with their hands on their laps holding their purses. "And you must be Evelyn," a young woman smiled before he could say hello to everyone. "Yes, Miss," Michael replied. "I'm Evelyn." "Wonderful, it's so nice to meet you. Isabel and Sophie are trying to decide on a hairstyle for the evening. Would you like to see a hairstyle magazine before we begin?" "Do you have a magazine that has any updos?" Michael asked sheepishly. "We certainly do, Evelyn. Here it is. I think you'll look divine with an updo." "I never thought about an updo," Isabel whispered to Sophie while turning to Michael. "Evelyn, what a wonderful idea. Did you come up with that on your own?" "Well, my maid suggested it," Michel answered. "But I also remembered that my wife always wore updos when we went to formal events. I figured that since I'm forced to look like a woman until this is over that I might as well have a little fun." "Would you mind if I get an updo, too?" Isabel asked. "Me, too?" Sophie added. "Certainly not, ladies," Michael laughed. "The more the merrier. Let's all have a little fun while we can." "Well, it's settled then, Evelyn," the receptionist smiled. "I'll schedule you, Isabel and Sophie for updos. Chantal, Melanie and Christine seem less enthused about being here and just want simple blow-outs with just a little everyday make-up. Have you thought about your make-up for this evening?" "Well, since it's a formal event," Michael began, "Can I get a more sophisticated evening look with smoky eyes? My wife looked so sultry when she went with that type of look." "I'm sure you'll look beautiful, Evelyn," the receptionist responded before turning to Isabel and Sophie. "And judging from both of your reactions I don't think I need to ask either of you. I'm scheduling all three of you for a more formal evening make-up look." Three hours later the beauty salon receptionist instructed them to walk down the hall past their rooms to the stairs at the end of the hall. After going down the stairs they were instructed to turn left and enter the main parlor of the house. Michael couldn't believe how he felt. Before leaving the salon he was able to look in the mirror and he was amazed at the results. He looked beautiful he thought. He couldn't see any of the old Michael in the image in the mirror. He was almost embarrassed that he was wondering what he would look like in a formal evening gown instead of his maid's uniform. Hearing their heels click as they walked down the hall and stairs brought their reality quickly home. Each of them had been wearing 4" heels for nearly 2 days and they were becoming quite accomplished in them. Looking amongst themselves they saw nothing out of place. They looked like a groups of maids waiting for their evening assignment. Chapter 8 As soon as they were settled in the parlor a tall elegant woman walked slowly into the room. "Good evening, ladies. Thank you for being so prompt." She was wearing a black chiffon gown with a simple A-line skirt and a deep V neckline adorned with jewels. Her hair was styled in a simple pageboy hairstyle but when taken all together she looked like royalty. "Before we get started I want to let you know our schedule for the evening. First, in just a few minutes you will all get to meet your sponsors for these past few months. As I mentioned you were all chosen because of your lack of respect for women and these people were kind enough to offer their financial resources to help you learn something you should have learned a long time ago. These sponsors will join me up front and then I will introduce you individually to your specific sponsor. When you are introduced you will walk forward and stand directly in front of your sponsor where you will curtsey and say, 'Good evening Mr. or Mrs. So and So, My name is whatever. Thank you for sponsoring me these past 4 months.' Now Evelyn, I'd like you show everyone what to do. You can practice with me. My name is Mistress Wells." Michael's heart nearly stopped when he heard his name. He was getting to familiar with being called Evelyn but he knew he had to quickly respond so he slowly walked to the front of the room. He didn't want to embarrass himself so he held his elbows close to his body with his right hand holding his purse and his left hand held high with his wrist limp. He walked a straight line with his heels clicking as he stepped heel to toe with his hips swaying. He stopped three feet in front of Mistress Wells lowered his head and placed his right foot behind his left foot while grabbing the outside of his skirt in each hand. Bending his knees outward, he began, "Good evening, Mistress Wells. My name is Evelyn. Thank you for sponsoring me these past 4 months." When he was finished he stood back up and waited for his dismissal. "That was perfect, Evelyn. You certainly seem to have mastered your heels. I hope everyone else has practiced their curtsies as well as you. Before our sponsors join us I'd like each of you to take your purses and clip them to the right side of your aprons. At least for the next hour or so you won't need them so this will allow you to use both of your hands while you're helping with dinner. Now as you step back our sponsors will join us." Several audible gasps could be heard as 5 men and 1 woman walked into the room dressed in similar black tuxedos. "It appears that a few of our maids recognize some of the sponsors," Mistress Wells smiled as she directed the sponsors shoulder to shoulder in a straight line in the front of the room. "Chantal, I'm sure you recognize your former business partner who you fired to cover up a sexual harassment suit filed against your firm. I'd like you to come forward and introduce yourself to Master Davis." "Screw you, lady," Chantal screamed. Oh my, I was afraid of that," Mistress Kelly replied while pushing a button on a control unit which until now no one realized that she held. Immediately Chantal fell writhing and screaming to the floor. "That was for a first offense, Chantal. I only had it set at 2 on a scale of 1 to 10. Ladies, those butt plugs that were inserted in your backsides are equipped to send an electrical charge through your anus if we don't think you are behaving properly. Each of your sponsors and I have a control switch we can be directed at each of you individually or all of you together. Now Chantal, would you like to try your introduction again, sweetie?" Unable to stop crying but unwilling to get another shock, Chantal rose to her feet before walking forward, lowering her head and curtsying in front of her ex-business partner, "Good evening, Master Davis. My name is Chantal. Thank you for sponsoring me these past 4 months." With tears freely flowing down her cheeks, Chantal stood back up and like Evelyn waited to be dismissed. "You're welcome, Chantal. It was my pleasure to sponsor you." Michael was the last person introduced. It appeared that only he and Isabel were unfamiliar with their sponsors. Sophie's sponsor was her next door neighbor. Later in the evening she whispered to Michael that she always assumed he was gay. Melanie's sponsor was her brother-in-law. She hadn't seen him in over 10 years. Christine's sponsor was her wife's hair stylist who was flamboyantly gay and kissed Christine directly on her lips before dismissing her. Isabel's sponsor was a woman who, like the men, was dressed elegantly in a tuxedo. She also kissed Isabel before dismissing her. Michael's sponsor was introduced as Master Crandall. Despite racking his brain, Michael was unable to recognize either his face or his name. "Ladies, despite Chantal's initial reluctance, you all greeted your sponsors with proper deference and gratitude. Now we are going to step into the foyer where we will greet our next guests when they arrive" Mistress Wells said as she walked out of the parlor. Turning around she began, "Chantal, will you please grab the tray on the side table with the champagne flutes the so that you can offer them to our guests? Now, quickly everyone line up shoulder to shoulder against the wall because I think I saw our first car arrive. I'm sure you'll all be thrilled to know that your spouses will be our remaining guests." Smiling at Michael, Mistress Wells began, "Evelyn, will you please come forward and stand beside me because we are on a schedule and your spouse will be our first guest? When you here either a knock on the door or the doorbell ring you will quickly open it and stand back until your spouse enters. Then you will perform another curtsey and say, 'Good evening, Mistress Clark. My name is Evelyn. May I please help you with your coat?' When you have removed her coat you will then turn to Chantal and offer your Mistress a glass of champagne before asking one of the other maids to escort your spouse into the parlor with the sponsors. Can you handle that, Evelyn, because I want you to set a good example for the other maids?" "Yes, Mistress Wells," Michael replied blushing, "I think I can remember everything," "Well, I hope so," Mistress Wells responded as the doorbell rang. Still blushing Michael nervously opened the door and stepped back. When his wife was fully inside he lowered his head, took the sides of his skirt and held them out sideways, placed his left foot in front of his right, and bent his knees outward and began, "Good evening, Mistress Clark. My name is Evelyn. May I help you with your coat?" "Thank you very much, dear," his wife began as he slowly rose to help with her coat. "Oh my word, is that you Michael?" she said nearly laughing. "I'm sorry, dear, I forgot my instructions. Did you say your name is Evelyn?" "Yes, Mistress, my name is Evelyn," Michael replied nearly choking as he helped slide her coat from her shoulders and arms. "Well, Evelyn is a beautiful name and look at you, you're stunning. I love your hair and make-up. You look so sophisticated. Did you do your hair and make-up yourself, sweetie?" "No, Mistress. I had both done this afternoon at the beauty salon upstairs in preparation for this evening." "They did a wonderful job, sweetie, because I barely recognized you. Frankly, I wouldn't have recognized you if I didn't know that you were going to be working here as a maid this evening." "Thank you, Mistress," Michael continued turning toward Chantal. "Can I offer you a glass of Champagne?" "Thank you, dear, I'd love that," his wife said as she took a flute. "Hello, Nancy," Mistress Wells smiled as she air kissed both of her guests cheeks. "I'm so happy you could join us this evening." "I've been so looking forward to tonight, Rachel, that there was no way I was going to miss it." "Go ahead, Evelyn," Mistress Wells said looking at Michael. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Mistress," Michael whispered. "Melanie, Can you please escort Mistress Clark into the parlor so she can join our sponsors?" "Well done, Evelyn. Isabel, your spouse will be joining us next so please join me at the door." When all of their spouses had arrived it became clear that each of them reacted with similar responses when they finally realized that the maid that was helping them was, in fact, their own husband. Their reactions were a combination of shock, hilarity, and even anger. Chantal's wife was exceptionally grateful upon being greeted until she recognized her husband and immediately slashed out and slapped him across the face before laughing hysterically and saying, "I guess it looks like what goes around comes around; doesn't it, Chantal?" When all of the guests were in the parlor, Mistress Wells took charge again as she turned to her new charges and said, "I'd like you all to form a single line and follow me into the parlor. There you will continue into the kitchen where the kitchen staff will give you instructions on serving us dinner. Each of you will be responsible for serving only your wife and your sponsor. Now quickly get into a single line and follow me. I most certainly need time to mingle with our guests before it's time to sit down for dinner." Michael was beside himself as the girls lined up in a single file to walk into the kitchen. Until now the novelty of seeing their husbands dressed as maids had allowed them to escape from embarrassment of their 'bell' treatment. Michael was convinced that when they all minced through the parlor together that one of their spouses would hear their ringing and inquire about its source. Just before he could breathe a sigh of relief at the kitchen door, Michael heard his wife address Mistress Wells behind him, "Rachel, what's that lovely ringing sound I hear? It seems to move with our lovely girls. Do you have tassels on their heels?" "Ladies, please stop and turn toward me," Mistress Wells said as she picked up a flute of champagne and waited until the maids stopped their progression. "Mistress Clark has so astutely picked up on your 'calling' bells. Could you each grab your skirts and petticoats and lift them and show our guests your calling bells. We certainly want our guests to realize when you are nearby and serving them. Being a maid requires both certainty and stealth; certainty that you are doing your job and stealth so that you are unnoticed." Blushing profusely, Michael and his new sisters each raised their skirts to expose their 'calling bells' which were tied with a cute bow on their penises. Not believing their embarrassment could get any worse, they were soon nearly brought to tears when Mistress Wells said, "Ladies, could you please turn around and show our guests your anal plugs? I know your sponsors are familiar with them but your spouse's might enjoy knowing that you are enjoying life from both sides now." As they turned around and exposed their backsides, Mistress Wells continued, "These butt plugs are unbelievably wonderful tools. Once they are inserted their design requires a sphincter grip which holds them tightly in place. At the same time they are designed so that that they can be attached to a chair while our guests are wearing them and securing them for as long as we'd like. Thank you, ladies, for the wonderful show. Now continue on to the kitchen so you can help with dinner." "Ladies, could you please remove the dessert plates and refresh your guests' coffee." Mistress Wells smiled as she looked around the table. "When you are finished please return and stand directly behind your sponsor's chair. It's time for your dinner and you must be famished." When everyone was positioned behind their sponsor, Mistress Wells opened her purse and turned her remote control to 1 and pressed the button which activated the electrical shock in all of their butt plugs. Grimacing with pain but realizing that it was a minor shock they all looked agonizingly toward the Mistress. "Just a little shock, ladies, to remind you all that you are required to perform all the tasks that we set out for you. Now I'd like you all to assist your sponsor out of his or her chair," Mistress Wells began. "When your sponsor has stood up he or she will offer you their left arm which you will take interlocking both your right and left arm and follow them as they escort you across the dining room to six chairs on the far wall. Your sponsors will then sit down in the chair designated for them while each of you kneels down on the floor mat in front of your sponsor. You can proceed now and I will give you additional instructions when you are in place. While everyone was getting into position, Mistress Wells looked at her watch and smiled at each of her guests, "It's 7:00 pm, ladies, and now the fun begins. Getting out of her chair she walked slowly over to the sponsors and the maids and began, "Ladies, it's finally time for your dinner. I've asked each of your sponsors to refrain from any type of sexual activity during the past week so that each of you will be able to whet your appetites without too much trouble on your part. Each of you will undo your sponsor's belt, pull down their zippers and pull down both their pants and underwear. When you are both ready you will then suck either your sponsor's cock or clit until you bring them to orgasm." Immediately upon hearing the word 'cock' Michael reached to his side and instinctively reached into his purse and grabbed both his compact and his lipstick. Unable to stop himself, he opened the compact and looked at his lips in the mirror before quickly refreshing his lipstick. Watching Evelyn perform this extremely feminine gesture and not wanting to be out done both Sophie and Isabel reached into their purses and followed Evelyn's lead by refreshing their lipstick. "Now remember, ladies, this is your dinner so hopefully your sponsor's recent abstinence will allow them to cum quicker and with a larger load. You may begin," she finished before walking back to the table and joining the wives who were watching with fascination. Slowly each of the maids reached up and undid their sponsor's belts and pulled down their zippers. Still unfamiliar with their extended nails, Chantal and Christine struggled somewhat and fell behind the other maids before their sponsors reached down and assisted them. Soon each of the sponsors had their pants and underwear on the floor while each of the maids resisted the urge to stand up and attempt to flee. Finally, Michael lifted his eyes upward and smiled at his sponsor. Oh my God, Michael thought, I can't help myself. I want to suck his cock just like my wife used to suck mine. Reaching up he slowly removed the pin from the back of his head and as sexily as he could he shook his hair until it softly cascaded in waves on his shoulders. Leaning forward he slowly licked his sponsor's penis and then his balls before allowing his hair to softly caress his entire groin. Immediately his sponsor's penis was rock hard and Michael wrapped his rich red lips around the shaft while grabbing the base of his penis with his right forefinger and thumb. Just like earlier, Isabel and Sophie watched Evelyn as she smiled up at her sponsor. Watching her remove the pin from her updo set their hearts racing and they immediately wanted to do the same thing. Like Evelyn they quickly removed their pins, shook their hair out and veraciously began to suck on their sponsor's cocks; hoping and praying that their efforts would be met with their sponsor's approval. "I can't believe it, Rachel," Nancy gushed quietly at the table. "You did it. She's sucking Bill's cock just like I used to suck hers; even down to the hair massage. She's beautiful." "Thank you, dear," Rachel laughed. "It wasn't until I saw her reach for her lipstick that I knew that our programming might work. I programmed her to respond to a number of word triggers; one of which is cock. When she hears the word cock she immediately feels a sense of both vulnerability and femininity; vulnerability, in that she knows she is no longer an alpha male but someone who wants to service one, and femininity, in that she realizes what all females of all species have realized forever, the prettier and more feminine you are the greater likelihood that you will attract the alpha male." "What about the updo? What's her trigger there?" Nancy inquired. "Oh, that's pretty simple, dear, and by the way your audio tape was wonderful. Evelyn listened to it every day for her first three months. All you have to tell her is that she is going to a formal event and she will want to get a sophisticated updo and her make-up done. The word 'formal' is the trigger and I had her helper say the word just before she went to the beauty salon. You all should have noticed that Evelyn, Sophie and Isabel appear to have accepted their situation far better than the others. It was just as you requested. We implanted each of them with a desire to become more feminine which is triggered when they see someone engaged in a typically female action or response. I was thrilled when Sophie and Isabel watched as Evelyn touched up her lipstick and then, not wanting to be outdone, performed the same feminine ritual. Now we have implanted Chantal, Melanie and Christine with the understanding that they have to accept their feminization but with the downside of not enjoying it. But we can talk about this later; let's enjoy watching our girls eat their dinner." Reaching up and gently massaging his sponsor's balls with his left hand, Michael began to rhythmically move his lips up and down on the shaft. Realizing that his sponsor was going to cum quickly Michael quickly increased his suction while he swallowed the shaft deeper and deeper into his throat. In less than 2 minutes he was rewarded when his sponsor pulsated load after load deep into his throat. Nearly gagging from the volume Michael swallowed as quickly as he could. Despite his best efforts, a certain amount of the semen dripped out of his mouth dripping like teardrops down his chin. Smiling up at his sponsor Michael took his finger and reached up to his chin and cleaned up as much of the semen as he could before sticking his finger in his mouth and swallowing the remainder. When everyone had successfully brought their sponsor to orgasm, Mistress Wells stood up and said, "That was beautiful ladies; a real treat for us and, hopefully, a treat for you as well. I'd like you all to get off your knees and mince over to the ladies' room where you can touch up your make-up before we make our way downstairs where the real games will begin. Just keep in mind that it will all be over at 12:00 and you will be free to go home."