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Sissy Porn Star - Part 3 "Wake up sleepy head it's time for your B12 shot!" Sherri said aloud as she entered the room with the syringe already in her right hand. Charles woke up as though he were coming out of a bad dream. He saw Sherri standing there dressed up in a nurse's outfit with the syringe in her latex gloved hand. The outfit was made of white latex and she wore an accompanying nurse's cap on her head with a red cross inscribed in the middle. He could not believe how tight and formfitting it was on her curvaceous body, especially the way it showed off her huge DD's. This look, especially with the extra deep glossy red lipstick on her thick lips made his cock harden, enough so that it could be seen through his light purple baby-doll. He sat up and scootched over to the edge of the bed. "Where do you get all of these clothes? he asked with an inquisitive tone. "Oh, I have my sources don't you worry Ms. Candi dear. Now give me your arm like a good girl." Charles sensed a different demeanor in Sherri as if she was no longer treating him like a maid. This confused him a great deal. Charles decided it was best to be complicit with her directive and he extended his left arm. Nurse Sherri prepared his arm with alcohol and found a vein in his arm that would work. In a matter of seconds she would break his skin with the needle and push down on the plunger. The aqueous solution quickly disappeared and entered Charles' bloodstream. "Now please get out of bed and bend over, hands on your knees." Nurse Sherri pulled out a new plug from her pocket and lubricated liberally with her fingers. This plug was blue in color and similar to the black one in shape, but was definitely larger. It too was made of silicone and the end was flared and was small with the same knob-like appendage that would make it easy to pull out with two fingers. "That looks much bigger than the other one. Must I have that one?" Charles questioned with the look of some fear in his face. "Well I could always give you a bigger one," she said in a sarcastic tone. "No thank you!" he said, not wanting to give her the opportunity to change her mind. "Now bend over like a good little patient." She directed him again. Rambling in a whispering voice Charles said, "I was just getting used to the black one too." Ms. Gimble didn't hear what he said, but did not like Charles' whispering aloud, "Now Ms. Candi, do I have to take your breakfast away?" Charles looked at her horrified and bent over. He did not want his breakfast taken away. As it was he was now 143 pounds and seemed to be losing two or three pounds each day. Nurse Sherri pushed up the ostrich-feather trimmed robe onto his backside and pulled down his panties. He always felt so exposed when she did this. It was so embarrassing for him even though there was no one else in the room. Nurse Sherri parted his butt cheeks and slowly pushed it up his ass. She watched as his sphincter muscles gladly accepted the plug and it remained inside. "Stand up." "Yes, nurse." She corrected him with her left eyebrow raised, "Yes, Nurse Sherri." "Yes, Nurse Sherri," he said in a very submissive tone. "Your clothes are hanging over there and your make-up kit is on the bureau next to your necklace, clip-on earrings and your wristwatch. Make sure you shower. Don't forget if you have to pee you must do so in a seated position. No more standing up." "Yes, Nurse Sherri." She left him alone while she went to her own bedroom to get ready for her day at Venus Publishing. Charles walked over to his clothes for the day. The top that he was to wear was a white silk blouse with mushroom buttons. It had a large collar that was scalloped. Charles touched it with his hands and enjoyed the feel of the silk. Next to it was a long, black pencil skirt. There was a new package of black seamed stockings. Sitting on the floor were a pair of 3" high black Stiletto shoes. Hanging next to it was the oddest thing of all. It was a one piece bra, cincher, and girdle. Charles was compelled to touch it, following all the curves. There were fake breasts sewn inside of the material. He touched the padded hips and the padded derriere and the whole thing made him giggle. He knew why it was there and appreciated the thought of having it on. He had to go to Venus publishing as a woman. Charles had been nervous about that. This garment would allow him to assimilate in an office environment where all the workers were women. After showering and applying his female body creams, Charles got around to putting on his make-up. He kept things simple and still needed some practice, but looked presentable. Once he was dressed he managed to put his hair up in a little bun. Then he put on his accessories, including the clip-on-earrings. Looking in the mirror, he could not believe how feminine he looked. The maids uniform made him feel like a sissy, but this, well this made him feel like a woman. He smiled at his reflection and felt good about himself. As he walk toward the kitchen Charles had to stop for a moment as he could feel the larger butt plug up his ass. He was getting sexually excited and that made him breathe a little heavier. He placed his hand over his now bumpy chest and felt his cock harden. Luckily the girdle did a good job at hiding his hard on. He was now self conscious about creaming in his pants. He was compelled to bring this up with Sherri. Now in the kitchen and dressed for work, Sherri was no longer Nurse Sherri. The question was, was she Ms. Gimble. Charles decided he would play it safe. "Ms. Gimble?" "Yes, Candi what is it? "I appreciate what both you and Ms. Hilliard are doing for me, but some of the female clothing is making me way too excited." "Is that such a problem? Sherri asked. Bashfully speaking Charles said, "Well, it sort of is?" "How so?" "Ms. Gimble, I feel like I'm going to cum at any moment and the new plug does not make it any easier." "Oh I see." Sherri was thinking for a moment trying to grasp at a solution to his problem. Finally, she had a resolution, "I think I have an answer. Follow me." Sherri took him into the bathroom and had take off his blouse and his skirt. She had him lower his full body girdle. While he did that she reached under the bathroom sink and took out a few maxi pads. "This is called a maxi pad. It is used by women to absorb any blood when they have their periods. We are going to use it for your girdle and if you get too excited, the pad will absorb any cum that you ejaculate." Sherri strategically placed it in his girdle. "Now get dressed and come out for breakfast." After putting all of his clothes back on, he felt even more girlish then before. To be wearing something that all women must wear made his cock harden even more. Again, as he made his way to the kitchen he could feel the butt plug move as if it were fucking him up the ass. It would take a little bit of time for him to get used to. While at breakfast, the conversation continued. "We are going to take the bus to work today," Sherri announced. She knew this could mean a heavy dose of public humiliation for Charles. "Must we Ms. Gimble? I would rather go in your car if we could." "Yes, we must," Sherri said curtly. "Ms. Gimble, If I may, yesterday I was totally humiliated at the supermarket wearing my maid's dress in public," he said as if he were telling some horrible secret. "Were you? Well, you'll need to get used to that. How else should a sissy boy get treated? she asked bluntly. "Am I a sissy?" Charles asked. Sherri answered with a slew of questions, "Would a real man dress the way you are dressed right now? Would a real man let a woman boss him around? Would a real man show the world he has fake tits? And would a real man walk around with an anal plug up his ass?" He started to well up and a tear ran down his face. "A man would also never wear a maxi pad would he?" He shook his head no and placed his hands over his face and wept. Was he doing all the things for Colleen or was he doing this for himself? Was he really a sissy as Sherri had stated aloud? "Here, here." She wrapped her arms around his now very female looking body and consoled him. It felt really good to him as if she understood. After a few minutes, Sherri broke the silence. "Feeling better?" "Yes, I suppose." "Why don't we redo your make-up? You need the practice anyway. The better your face looks, the less likely you will get stares out in the public." He was glad to hear that and it was enough encouragement to make him do an even better job on his face. Sherri made a few corrections and guided him along the way. Before they left the apartment, Sherri let Charles borrow a black leather hand bag. It was filled with a few things in there including a wallet that had a new driver's license and credit cards, all with the name 'Candi Summers'. ******* While on the commute to work Charles had to deal with some stares from strange men. It made him self conscious and he would look down or away from their faces in embarrassment. When they got off the bus Sherri turned to Charles with a smile, "Well, well you did very well." "Come again Ms. Gimble." "Ah Sweety, you can call me Sherri at Venus Publishing, but you are still Candi Summers," she correct him. "Sorry, how did I do so well?" he inquired regarding her comment. "You had some men looking at you." "I know, but it made me feel self-conscious." "Sweety, they weren't looking at you because your a sissy. They were looking at you because they thought you were a woman." "How do you know? How could you tell?" "Were any women on the bus looking at you?" "No, I guess not." "If the women were staring at you too, that would put into question the status of your gender. Those men were ogling at you. Some were also doing the same to me. I wouldn't be surprised if they were looking at both of us and having a nice little daydream about having their way with us." This amused Charles and made him laugh out loud. He liked this side of Sherri. He enjoyed paling around with her in this way. Sherri needed to prep Charles when they arrived at Venus Publishing. "Now remember, I will introduce you as Candi Summers. You have a meeting with Ms. Hilliard. Do you understand?" He waved his hand at her gesturing that he understood. "Sure, no problem Sherri." "Good. Now Candi, after your meeting with Ms. Hilliard, you will go back to the apartment before I get home. I have left some notes for you on the kitchen counter and there is a freshly washed uniform in your closet. You will get dressed and reapply your make-up and get started on that list. Also, you will remember to call me Ms. Gimble when I come home this evening, understand?" "Yes, Sherri, I will do as you wish of me," he answered with a smile. They walked in together and Sherri went up to the receptionist. "Katy, this is a friend of mine. Her name is Candi Summers and she has a meeting with Ms. Hilliard." "Sure no problem," Katy answered with a freckled face smile. "I'll see you later Candi." Sherri gave Charles a kiss on the cheek and waved good bye as she went off to work. Katy let Ms. Hilliard know that her 9 o'clock was here. Ms. Hilliard instructed Katy to have Candi wait. That allowed Katy to struck strike up a casual conversation with Charles at the receptionist desk. Katy honestly did not know that Candi was Charles. Staff at Venus had been alerted to the fact that Charles Bixby had been terminated from employment. There was little fanfare over his departure since he had not been there a long time. As Candi, Charles was a natural. The use of a corset and now the one piece girdle, coupled with the light training from Sherri was enough for Charles to carry himself like a woman. He stood like a woman and walked like a woman. To the casual observer, Charles was a woman. He was quite the natural. All that was needed was a little bit of teasing to get it out of him. The hormones went a long way too. Charles' voice was very feminine sounding these days. So, it wasn't surprising that Katy thought she was speaking to a woman. It was hard to tell the women from the sissies at Venus Publishing. The universal trait that they all shared was that all of them had big breasts. Facially, they all looked like women. Audibly, they all spoke like women. They even carried themselves like women. It was just that half the women had cocks and the other half had vaginas. The difference was as simple as that. A buzzer went off at Katy's desk. "Okay Candi, Ms. Hilliard will see you now." "Thanks Katy." "It was nice talking to you." "Same here." Charles walked away with a smile on his face. It was nice to have some 'girl talk' with another woman. It made him feel better about the changes that he was allowing to have happen to him. As Charles walked toward Ms. Hilliard's office, he could feel the constant movement of the blue butt plug up his ass. Somehow it felt real good. He noticed that his cock wasn't hard yet he had that sexually charged euphoric feeling as if he were jerking himself off. He was also feeling less self-conscious about having an episode because of the maxi- pad inside of his girdle. When he opened the door Ms. Hilliard was not at her desk. Instead she was at the floor to ceiling windows looking out at the city below. "Ms. Hilliard? I'm here just as you asked of me," Charles said cheerfully as he clutched his pocketbook. "Yes, yes I did. Look how pretty you look today. Ms. Gimble is doing a great job with you. Come over here to the light so I can get a better look at you." Of course, it was Charles that got a good look at Ms. Hilliard. She was wearing a long red dress. There was nothing special except to say that it flared out on the bottom. It came down to her shins. The look just oozed class and elegance, especially with the accented pearl earrings, necklace, and bracelet that Ms. Hilliard also wore. Her hair was perfect as always. As usual, Ms. Hilliard towered over Charles due to her choice in heel size. She wore six inch stilettos so it lifted her well past six feet in height. As he stood there she held him by the shoulders and smiled. "I like what I'm seeing here Candi. Yes, indeed. I see great things for you my dear. I want you to succeed. Do you want that for yourself?" she asked. "I believe I do." "Then you must continue to listen to Ms. Gimble and allow her to mentor you. Will you continue to do that for yourself?" "Yes, of course." "Good. And you will do as I say?" "Yes, you are my boss." With a wink from Ms. Hilliard, "Good, then I think we have an understanding." Ms. Hilliard walked back to her desk and sat down. "I have a special gift for you my dear." Ms. Hilliard snapped her fingers. From another door Colleen entered the room. Charles was speechless as she walked toward him. She was drop- dead gorgeous in a yellow-gold bikini. She had matching colored stilettos that lifted her up four or five inches off the floor. Her tits were massive and heaving. Colleen's red hair cascaded in the front and back of her body and ran halfway down her backside. Her whole body was tan. Now it was time for Charles to listen to his boss. "Candi you know Colleen. As you can see she makes a very lovely gift. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to put a bow on her. I'm sure you will find her acceptable." Charles stood there like a wooden Indian at the entrance to a bar or a restaurant. "Candi get on your knees my dear." He looked at Ms. Hilliard like a dear in the headlights and just stood there. She used her left hand and motioned to him to get on his knees. Slowly he dropped down and his knees settled on the earth colored carpet. Colleen approached him and didn't say a word. She proceeded to take off her bikini top and threw it on the black leather couch. He looked up at her as if she were a goddess. He could see her tan lines and noted that it was just another thing that made Colleen such a beautiful woman. Charles' libido in was now in overdrive. Then Colleen removed her bikini bottom. A half hard cock swung out and practically hit Charles in the face. He was shocked by what he saw and motioned to get up. "DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING GET UP!!!" Ms. Hilliard roared from the other side of the room as she sat up at attention. Charles looked back at her and tried to speak. "Don't you dare speak!" She said in a lower voice, but strict nonetheless. "I give you a gift and you decide to say no to it?!? Besides, you said you will do as I say and now YOU will DO as I say, understand?" Charles shook his head yes. "Good." Ms. Hilliard sank back down in her desk chair and continued in her sultry voice, "Now Candi, you've had your cock held by a woman before. You've even had it sucked on before. I want you to think about those past moments in your life; the way your own cock was caressed and licked and sucked. The touch of a lip on your head and a tongue swirling around your shaft. I want you to remember what your past girlfriends looked like when they gave you fellatio; what those beautiful female eyes meant to your libido when they looked up at you." "Now think about how happy you were at the end, when you ejaculated. It felt so good. Now look up at Colleen and make her happy." Charles looked up at Colleen. She smiled down at him and pursed her lips in a kissing motion. He settled down and could feel his own cock get hard. He looked down at her cock and then over to Ms. Hilliard. She looked back at him the way a teacher looks back at a student in grade school who was called up to the blackboard to do a math problem. Charles took another look at Colleen. He looked at her face and then her tits and then the rest of her body that said to himself, "Woman." So she has a cock? Would this be so bad? He placed his lips on her head. It was so warm and soft. He slowly moved forward allowing his lips to slide along Colleen's half-hard shaft. He could see it was getting to be quite big and awfully thick. Colleen place her hand on the back of Charles' head and slowly pushed him in all the way. He could feel her getting bigger in his mouth. It was a strange feeling to have a cock in one's mouth, but it wasn't awful. As Charles continued, he heard Colleen moaning. Her sensuous voice was very erotic and that made his own cock get fully hard. He looked over at Ms. Hilliard who was feeling up her own tits and he could tell that her left hand was under her red dress. At times Charles used his hand to move it up and down Colleen's saliva- laden shaft. This made Colleen's moans even louder and it was easy to see that Charles had a power that he had not known before. The power that women have to make other men (or men in the process of transgendering to women) orgasm. Colleen's cock was now as hard as a rock. He would like to continue to have control, but that was not to be. "Candi, hands behind your back!" Ms. Hilliard said loudly from the other side of her office. He complied and Colleen placed both hands around his head. "Now Colleen gets her turn. Your going to let her fuck your mouth," Ms. Hilliard directed of him yet again. He braced himself and waited. At first, Colleen slowly pushed what he felt was an eight or nine inch cock in his mouth. Then a minute or two later she ramped things up and he could feel her cock ramming in and out of his mouth. The moans in the room were flying high and loud from both Colleen and Ms. Hilliard. His boss was feeling herself up to the point where her pussy was completely wet. Colleen was working up to that final point where she'd ejaculate. "Remember Colleen, his face, not his mouth," was shot across the room. Charles didn't know how to react. Should he have been relieved that her cum was not going to enter his mouth? Now Colleen pushed her cock straight down his throat. He choked for a moment, but not enough to make him sick. She did this a few times. Finally, Colleen roared and he could see the underside of her large venomous cock begin to move involuntarily. He looked on as Colleen grabbed her cock with one hand and placed her other hand on his hair and pushed his head back. He now felt powerless, just the way other women had felt who he had done this to in the past. Colleen ejaculated no less than four times. Charles' face was covered with cum; some on his mouth, on he side of his nose, and around his eyes. She smeared the cum with the head of her cock allowing her sweet cream to cover the majority of his face. Now Ms. Hilliard walked over to Charles and removed her red dress. She was left with her designer lace bra, garter and belts, panties, and her seamed stockings. She removed her panties and tossed them onto the black leather chair. Ms. Hilliard's legs straddled Charles' body and she bent over slightly. He watched as she lowered her hips, slightly bent at the knees. Her pussy landed right on his face. She gyrated her hips and, with a grinding action, smooshed her pussy all over his cum-filled face. She added an extra scent with that strong musky oder that he become used to; so much so that between that and looking up at her heaving tits he felt himself ejaculate several times. He was relieved to know that the maxi-pad was there to absorb his own wetness. Ten minutes later and he could hear the loud shrieks from Ms. Hilliard's voice as her body shook and quivered. While having her full-blown orgasm she pushed down hard on his face, so much so that Charles was suffocating. Rather than be scared of not breathing, it only made his male (and female) hormones inside him stir. His cock hardened again. He could only think at that moment how intoxicating it was to feel the power of such a dominating woman. One that had such control over him. Then room went silent and Ms. Hilliard pushed him away from her pussy and fell on the couch. Charles looked over at Colleen who was now on the floor on her knees too. She was looking down with her hands behind her back and didn't move. Minutes later, Ms. Hilliard spoke and addressed Colleen first, "Get dressed my dear and go. I will see you later." Colleen put her bikini back on, threw a sweet smile at Charles and left through the back door in the office. Then Ms. Hilliard addressed Charles, "You did very well with Colleen. Your quite the natural with girls like her. Did you like giving her fellatio?" "Well," he was embarrassed to say the words out loud. "Don't worry Candi, we're the only ones in the room," she reassured him. "I hate to admit it, but I did like it," he said with a smile, but continued with a straight face, "But I couldn't see myself doing that with a man. I hope that makes sense?" "Yes, it does make sense Candi. There are many people out there who love looking at transgendered women like Colleen. Some are women and some are men and others are transgendered women and men." Ms. Hilliard continued, "And it is those people who subscribe to our publications and buy our other products such as our on-line videos." Ms. Hilliard got up and walked over to her desk. She returned with a towel and some perfume. "I hope you don't mind, but we can't have you leaving my office looking like that." She wiped the towel on Charles' face and cleaned off all of Colleen's seed and her own female juices. Once she was done she dabbed a little bit of perfume on each side of his neck. He got a whiff of the perfume and was intoxicated immediately. It was the same odor that came from Ms. Hilliard. Charles was in heaven. "You may get up Candi. I will see you again on Tuesday. Would you like Colleen to be here with us again?" "Very much so Ms. Hilliard." "Good. Remember 9 o'clock." "Yes, of course. Good bye Ms. Hilliard and thank you." Pleasantly surprised, Ms Hilliard responded, "Your quite welcome my dear." Charles took his pocket book and left. For Ms. Hilliard, she sat back at her desk and thought about Candi Summers. Ms. Hilliard knew she was a natural. The possibilities seemed endless to her how malleable Candi was and what she could have her do. She looked forward to testing him some more in the next two weeks, then it would be time to get him over to the mansion and convince Candi that she was ready for some big changes. ******* When Charles came home to the apartment, he decided to sit down in the living room first. He had to take it all in and think about what happened this morning. Charles had to admit to himself that he enjoyed sucking Colleen's cock. It made him giggle aloud. Then he wrapped his arms around himself and rocked back and forth and his face became serious as he also found himself conflicted. Was it wrong to be given someone else head, even if 98 percent of her was a woman? He attempted to bite one of his nails, but stopped as they were just too pretty. Maybe, Ms. Gimble is right, maybe I am a sissy. He found himself weeping again. After about twenty minutes, Charles pulled himself together and went in the bedroom to get changed. As he took off his shoes and began to disrobe, he remembered that he had cum earlier. He peeled off the one-piece girdle, cincher, and bra and saw all the milky-white cream in the maxi-pad and on his flaccid cock. Charles removed the pad from the garment and stared at it and began to giggle. "Did I cum that much?" he thought to himself. He giggled again and thought that his own ejaculation was a vindication that what happened this morning wasn't wrong. Maybe what happened was acceptable behavior. Like an epiphany, Charles decided that maybe he was a sissy all along and it just took someone to get it out of him. Maybe it was fate that was playing a hand here and that getting a job with Venus and meeting Ms. Hilliard was something that was meant to be. ******* After washing himself and reapplying his make-up he put on his maid's outfit. Charles decided to find and wear another maxi-pad. He felt he was now vulnerable to episodes of ejaculation. Charles still shivered when certain articles of clothing went on, especially when he locked the shoes on to his feet and locked the collar on to his neck. He looked in the long mirror and felt a sense of pride as a maid. Somehow, he was getting very comfortable in his female role, especially around the apartment. The list that was left on the counter by Ms. Gimble was comprehensive as usual. Charles hit the ground running and started to clean the house. He absolutely adored dusting and using the plush feather duster. Just like yesterday, the plug up his ass moved slightly up and down as he stretched his body to dust for things that were out of his reach. Charles dusted longer than usual and found the whole act of dusting to be very erotic. He found himself moaning then biting his own lip. Although his cock was not hard at all he came anyway. From her office, Ms. Hilliard was watching Charles's every move. She was delighted to see that he was enjoying himself so much. ******* By 6 o'clock in the evening, Charles was running behind on things. He was just getting dinner started. He was a little panicked and did not know what to do. Fifteen minutes later and he heard the key click into the lock at the apartment door and heard the cylinder turning. "I'm home Candi!" Ms. Gimble shouted aloud. She took off her shoes and saw Candi in the kitchen and sensed that something was wrong. "Is dinner ready?" Ms. Gimble asked calmly, believing Candi that things were all right. Charles held his head down in shame. "No Ms. Gimble." "That list explicitly says that dinner was to be ready at 6 o'clock does it not?" "Yes, Ms. Gimble it does." Sherri began to raise her voice, "Then why is my dinner not ready?" "I, I -" Charles did not want to admit that he was enjoying himself all day and wound up dusting more than he should have. Besides he didn't know how to explain it himself. "Okay, after you serve me my dinner, you will stay in the kitchen. When I'm done, I will decide if you will eat tonight or not. After that, I will administer your punishment, understand?" Charles just answered, "Yes." "Yes, what!" she said, now quite annoyed with him at this point. Pleadingly he said, "Yes, Ms. Gimble." With a punishment hanging over his head, Charles was making more mistakes as he served dinner to Ms. Gimble. She was not happy with him tonight and he knew it. He wanted to place blame on other things like the plug up his ass, but he dare not, as it was Ms. Gimble herself who gave him that plug. The last thing he needed was to blame Ms. Gimble for his mistakes today. After you have cleaned up dinner, you will wait in your bedroom for me. "I will allow you to eat some scraps from my dish. That will be your dinner, understand? "Yes, Ms. Gimble." Charles ate ravenously off of her plate and drank some water. He cleaned up the kitchen until it was spotless. Then he walked into his bedroom and took a seat at the light pink upholstered bench at the foot of the four-poster bed. Charles heard the door open up from Ms. Gimble's bedroom. When she appeared in front of his doorway he visibly shook as she stood there. He was weakened by her appearance and somehow fell from the bench to the floor. Charles landed on his knees and looked up at her in fear. Ms. Gimble wore a one-piece black latex dress. Her hair was down and fell straight down her back. Her huge tits were mostly masked by the dress, but Charles could still see some cleavage. Ms. Gimble wore darker shades of make-up on her face. This included the gray lipstick with the even darker gray lip liner. Under it all she was still quite gorgeous and this made his cock get hard considering the circumstances. She slowly walked over in her obligatory sky-high heeled stilettos. A leather bag hung from her left arm and was bulging from both sides. Whatever was in there was not good. He could just feel it in his bones. "Now Candi, you will learn very quickly that as a maid you are to do as you are told and there are no exceptions and no excuses." Charles watched Ms. Gimble as she puled out this contraption that had leather straps and a plug attached to it. He gulped aloud and never took his eyes off of the object. "Open wide my dear." Without any patience she followed up with, "Don't test me Candi." He did as he was told and she shoved the inflatable plug inside of his mouth. Ms. Gimble slowly squeezed the bulbous end and Charles felt the rubber plug lengthen and fill up his mouth. She expertly moved the straps around and above his head and watched as she added small locks in a the corresponding hasps, similar to the straps on the shoes he was wearing. Up against his mouth was a hardened flange, but it was made out of rubber. Ms. Gimble removed the bulbous end from this flange. Somehow, the plug stayed inflated. Then she took a short pipe out of her bag. It was threaded on each end. She screwed one end into the rubber flange. Next, Ms. Gimble pulled out what was a toilet bowl brush from her leather bag. The brush was attached to a metal cylinder. She proceeded to attach the brush to the short pipe that was now a part of his gag. "You look much better now. I kind of like you this way Candi." She commanded of Charles, "Come follow me and get down on your hands and knees." He looked ridiculous and she knew it, but he also felt guilty about not having dinner ready on time and figured he should just get this punishment over with and look forward to a tomorrow. Ms. Gimble led him to the bathroom, turned on the light and picked up some bathroom cleaner. She shook it into the toilet and then turned to Charles. "I know you have already cleaned the bathroom, but like I say, you can never have a toilet bowl too clean." With that, she pushed his head downward into the toilet. "Now clean up the bowl while moving your head around." Charles watch as the attached brush was doing its thing. He could feel the pressure against his mouth, and that caused him to bite on the rubber plug in his mouth. As he did this, the plug would lengthen and just like earlier today, he felt like he was sucking on someone else's cock. Somehow this was more humiliating, and in the moment his cock became quite stiff. As Ms. Gimble kept pushing harder and harder and moving around his head, he felt powerless and terribly submissive to let this happen to himself. The dominating force of Ms. Gimble and how she was treating him was enough to make him cum twice in his panties. With the toilet bowl sparkling to the point where one could eat off of it, Ms. Gimble removed the toilet bowl brush attachment and cleaned up his face. Charles had a deja vu moment thinking back to when Ms. Hilliard cleaned his face just this morning in the same manner. Ms. Gimble had Charles crawl back into his bedroom. She stood him up and then helped him out of his maid's uniform. She noticed that he came in his panties. Ms. Gimble could not let this moment go by without comment. "Yes, it looks like some sissy around here needs her pads. I thought you would wear them temporarily, but it looks like this will be a permanent thing for you. Your maxi-pad is as important as your wardrobe and your make-up. Wouldn't you agree Candi?" Charles shook his head muffling out the words through his gag saying, "Yes, Ms. Gimble." "And don't let me catch you without one in your panties, because if I find you cum all over your panties, or if I see it dripping down your legs I will have no choice but to punish you, understand?" He shook his head up and down. Charles looked real pretty in his creamy blue baby-doll and panties (with a new maxi-pad inside of course). Once he was dressed for bed, Ms Gimble bent him over and removed his plug. She cleaned it up and put it off to the side. "Now since you have put yourself in this predicament and your wearing that ridiculous gag, I cannot give you your vitamin orally. So, you know what that means?" Charles just looked dreadfully at Ms. Gimble and somehow he knew the answer. Out of no where a needle went straight into his buttock. Charles bit down hard on the rubber plug almost making himself choke in the process. Tears quickly ran down his cheeks and Ms. Gimble pulled up his panties and pushed him right into bed. Once under the covers, she tucked him into his bed. The hormone shot that Ms. Gimble administered was one of the heavier doses to date. This one was laced with a special narcotic that put Charles to sleep within two minutes. Charles wound up sleeping through all of Friday. Saturday would come soon enough and with it the weekend would bring about some exciting changes. To Be Continued......