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Chapter Nineteen - The Engagement Party (Author's Note: To aid in chapter transition, I am including a brief portion of the end of Chapter 18 at the beginning of Chapter 19) "Did you get back in time to see Sissy?" Rhonda asked me. She seemed extremely interested in Grace's maid. I knew my sister would know if I lied to her. I never was able to hide anything from her if she asked the right question. So, I said, "Yes. I did her see her. In fact, she left just before you guys returned home." I noticed Grace grinning slyly at my twist on the truth. "Darn!" Rhonda exclaimed. "I really want to meet your maid Grace! I'm positively intrigued that you have your own French maid." Grace laughed. "Well," she responded, "she isn't French. Just the uniforms. But maybe someday you will." My penis twitched involuntarily inside of its cage at Grace's teasing. We chatted for a while longer and then the girls decided they needed to begin getting ready for Mandy's party. As Grace rose, she took hold of my hand, indicating that she intended for me to come with her. Chapter 19 Begins As we entered her room, Grace closed the door behind us and then, suddenly, she turned on me, pushing me up against the door. She forced her mouth to mine and gave me a hard, deep, wet kiss. When she broke, I looked into her eyes, trying to gauge where the aggressive attack had come from. "I've been so horny thinking of you prancing around here all day Danni. Wearing a sexy French maid?s dress, washing all of our panties. What was it like?? ?Wh, what do you mean?? I asked, uncomfortable with the subject. ?You know,? she teased. ?Washing your sister?s panties. Washing your mother?s panties. Washing my mother?s panties. Was it exciting for you?? ?I, I do, don?t know,? I lied. ?I ju, just di, did it. I had to. Right?? Grace eyed me suspiciously, not believing my lie. ?True,? she said. ?You did have to do it. Because I expected you to. But, the question is, did you enjoy it? Did you sniff them?? she asked the specific question I could not avoid. Fuck! I couldn?t believe she was asking me that. I must have turned blood red. I began to deny it, but Grace interrupted me, ?You did! Didn?t you?! Oh my God! You sniffed everyone?s underwear today! Didn?t you?? I protested that I hadn?t. But she wasn?t buying it. ?Oh Danni! That is so hot! Fuck! If we didn?t have to get ready for the party, I think I?d do you right now. Thinking of you sniffing all of our panties is such a turn-on. God!? She attacked me again. Then she broke away and told me to get undressed and join her in the shower. I never did get to actually say I didn?t sniff everyone?s panties. She wouldn?t have believed me anyway. We both took off our clothes and got into the shower. Grace handed me the soap and a washcloth, indicating that she intended for me to wash her. I relished the opportunity to attend to her beautiful body. When I?d finished washing her, she asked me to wash her hair. As I did, she said, ?I love it when you take care of me Danni. Your hands are so soft and gentle.? Great! Soft and gentle. Just the words I longed to be described with. After I washed her hair, Grace washed me, slowly fondling my balls as she did, causing my penis to swell to a painful point inside of its cage. Finally, we got out and dried each other off. ?I think you?re going to like the lingerie I bought today Danni,? she said. I couldn?t wait to see her in it. We entered her bedroom and she picked up the Satin & Lace bag. She retrieved a sexy maroon and black-trimmed merry-widow, with garter straps dangling from the bottom. I could imagine how sexy she?d look wearing it. Next she pulled out a pair of matching bikini cut panties and a push-up bra. Finally, she retrieved a pair of black silk stockings with dark black back-seams. ?What do you think?? she asked. I grinned, thinking of how hot she was going to look wearing it. ?Nice,? I replied smiling. ?Very nice.? Grace smiled her devil smile. ?I?m glad you like,? she cooed. ?Because guess what?? Oh no. What was she up to? ?What?? I asked, trepidation in my voice. Reaching into the back, she said, ?This!? as she withdrew her hand and tossed a pile of lingerie my way onto the bed. I looked at the stack she thrown my way. To make sure I wasn?t confused, she said, ?I bought a matching set for you to wear. We?ll be twins tonight.? ?Y, you wa, want me to wear lingerie tonight? To our engagement party?? She nodded. ?Yes Danni. I do. Won?t that be so hot? You and me dressed in the same sexy underwear? No one else seeing what we?re wearing? But both of us knowing what we?ll get to see when we get home? God! I'm so hot thinking of it that I may just have to let you out of your cage tonight. Hmmmm?? Well, if she put it like that. And, besides, it wasn?t as if this was abnormal for us anymore. As long as I wasn?t dressed like a girl for others to see. Caving, as usual, I said, ?Okay. I suppose.? ?Oh goodie. Here,? she said, handing me her merry-widow. ?Help me hook mine. Then I?ll help you.? ?Alright,? I said, taking the sexy garment from her hands and wrapping it around her waist. I then clipped it securely behind her back. She then handed me her bra and I helped her into that as well. She sat back upon the bed and stretched her legs out, indicating that she wanted me to help her with her stockings. I slid each one up her slender, smooth legs, carefully attaching them to the garter clips. I was on my knees as I connected her stockings. In the position I was in, Grace was able to grab my head, which she did, and pulled me forcibly toward her pussy. She brought my mouth into contact with her wet lips. I licked her and then kissed her. ?Oh yes!? she sighed. ?You have the best mouth Danni. I love when you do that. Just a little longer baby. Then we have to get dressed." I snaked my tongue deep within her slippery hole. Grace, one hand holding my face firmly against her snatch, began bucking toward me, fucking my face as I knelt between her thighs, sucking on her. "Oh yes! Oh yes! I'm such a lucky girl! So lucky! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she sighed as I felt her orgasm begin to sweep through her body. When she was finished, she relaxed her grip upon my face. I looked up at her to find her smiling warmly and lovingly down at me. "That was so good Danni, I really may just be tempted to remove your chastity cage tonight. I'm so horny for cock right now. I can't even begin to tell you." Well! That was some encouraging news. I was so hard at that point I thought I might break out of the plastic prison. "Okay," she said then. "You may put my panties on me now. Then I'll dress you." I was now in a very malleable state. Grace's hint that she may give me some relief later made me willing to do almost anything to please her. I picked up her soft, nylon panties and held them for her to step inside the leg openings. Then I lifted them up her legs and settled them around her butt. Her still moist pussy lips formed lines on either side of the crotch of her panties, creating a distinct camel-toe shape. She had me stand up and she began to dress me in my matching set of lingerie. When she was through she stepped back to admire me. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm! You look positively delicious. I don't know if I can wait until we get home to fuck you." I smiled at her suggestion, hopeful of what was to come. "But we need to get dressed," she said instead. "Besides, I can't wait to see you in the suit that I bought for you today. Wait here. I'll go get it." Grace went inside of her closet and returned with a dress hanging on a hanger. "What do you think?" she asked. She didn't mean for me to wear a dress! No way would I do that in front of our parents and my sister, not to mention all of our friends. Surely she was fucking with me. Seeing my panic stricken face, Grace continued, "What? Did you think I meant for you? No! For me! Unless, you want to," she teased. Relieved, I said, " No. Of course not! It is pretty though, and will look great on you. I just thought, well, you said you were going to get my suit, and when you returned with that, I thought, well, it was stupid of me to think that. Sorry." "No problem baby. I think it's cute that you even thought it might be for you. I've told you I wouldn't do that to you. But I think you will love the suit I bought for you." Grace laid the dress on the bed and went into her closet one more time. This time she returned with two hangers. One held a maroon shirt, similar in color to our lingerie, as well as the color of the taffeta bottom section of Grace's dress. The other held a black jacket and trousers. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though I wasn't thrilled with the color of the shirt. At least she'd bought me a suit to wear. Grace laid the outfit on the bed and then asked me to help her with her dress. I removed it from the hanger and lowered the zipper in the back. I then knelt down and held it open for her to steep into. Next, I shimmied the garment up her body and helped her slip her arms into the cap sleeves and adjusted it onto her shoulders. The top of the dress was made of black lace laid over a similar maroon colored material as the fluffy, yet very short taffeta bottom. When I zipped her up in the back, the top fit very tightly, emphasizing her large breasts and creating a significant cleavage in the low cut front. Noticing a pair of black high heels on the floor, I stooped down to help her slip her feet inside. Grace twirled and asked, "So? What do you think?" Honestly, I was awestruck at her beauty. Was I really going to be married to this amazing creature? It was difficult for me to fathom. "You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman in the world," I told her candidly. "I can't believe you've chosen me," I confessed. She smiled lovingly at my words. I thought I spied the beginning of a tear in her eye. "You are such a lovely, sweet soul Danni. I'm the lucky one. But thank you," she said. "Now, let's get you dressed." Grace removed the shirt from its' hanger and stepped behind me. I slipped my arms inside and she wrapped it in front of me. Grace then helped me with the buttons. The front fit a little more snugly than most of my shirts, but the material was a little stretchier too, so it wasn't uncomfortable. I was a little worried about whether anyone would be able to see the outline of the merry widow, and asked Grace if she could tell. She assured me it wasn't noticeable. And besides, she added, "With your jacket on, it will be impossible to know." Next she removed the trousers and held them for me to step inside the leg openings. The trouser material was a lightweight fabric. Grace pulled them up to my waist, tucked in my shirt, and then pulled the front snap to secure it. As she did, I could feel that they were a bit snug around my waist. "Grace?" I asked. "Do you think they are too small? They feel a little snug." "No honey," she answered. "They're perfect. They're supposed to fit that way." I wasn't so certain, but didn't say anything. She directed me to her mirror so I could take a look. The pants fit quite tightly around my bottom. That was bad enough. But almost more disconcerting to me were the legs. The material was very full, and billowy even. The lightweight fabric hung differently than any trousers I'd ever worn. As I was fretting over how my overall outfit looked, Grace advanced toward me with a very thin belt and a pair of shoes that had heels higher than I usually wore, although they were, nonetheless, flat like male shoes. "Is that the belt I'm going to wear?" I asked. "Of course," she said. "Look at your belt loops. Nothing wider would work. That's why I had to buy you this special belt. It was every expensive too. I think you'll like it." She snaked it through the loops and fastened it in the front. Then she kneeled to help me with the shoes. I stepped inside them and she fastened the buckles across the top. I looked in the mirror. Before I could say anything about the heels, Grace said, "Oh my God! You look amazing! Here, let me get the jacket. You are going to be so handsome tonight baby." When Grace put the jacket on me, I thought I was going to die. It didn't fit anything like any of my other suit coats. This jacket was cut low at the waist. The lapels were wider than my other coats. And it fit in such a body slimming manner! But I dared not say anything. Grace was ecstatic at how it looked. And I had in my mind the possibility of release later in the evening. I didn't want to do, or say anything, to upset her upbeat mood. With her hand over her mouth, Grace exclaimed, "Even better than I'd hoped. You look beautiful!" Beautiful? Again, not exactly the word I was looking for. Grace went to her dresser and returned with a necklace. It was a gold chain with a small silver key on it. Nothing else. "Danni?" she asked. "Would you help me with this?" "Sure," I replied. "What is it?" I asked. She turned to face me. "It's the key to your thingee," she advised as she reached down and cupped my cage in her hands. "For later?" she teased. Thus, throughout our engagement party, I was going to be constantly reminded of Grace's control over my release. She was such a devilish tease. But I still loved her. And was already looking forward to returning home with her later. I couldn't help noticing that, despite my elevated heels, Grace stood taller than me due to her five-inch heels. As I walked, I could feel the snugness in my crotch caused by the tight trousers and my chastity cage. I didn't really feel like I was wearing men's pants. And to make matters worse, in my mind, the jacket I wore was not nearly long enough to cover enough of my butt such that people standing behind me wouldn't notice the tight cut of my pants. I hated to even think what others would think. I shut out of my mind the thought that I looked rather sissyish. But that is what I thought. As we entered the living room, our mothers and Rhonda were dressed and ready to go. They looked amazing. Everyone was wearing brand new dresses, plus, as I was aware, brand new sexy lingerie. When Grace and I joined them on the balcony, they oohed and ahhed over our somewhat matching outfits, at least as far as color. I felt extremely self-conscious about how my mom and sister would respond to my "suit." Mrs. Andrews spoke first. "My, my," she exclaimed. "Don't the two of you look lovely! Your dress is gorgeous baby," she told her daughter. "And I love the cut of your suit Danni. It really suits your physique. Don't you think so Claire?" she asked my mother. My mother hesitated a moment, as the words, 'suits your physique' settled upon me. Great! In other words, my feminine physique. "It's different," my mom responded. "But, all in all, I think I agree Meredith. It does seem to hang well on Danny. What do you think Rhonda?" "I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "Turn around Dan," she directed me. I didn't want to 'turn around.' Not and let them all examine my panty-clad ass. Because that's what I thought they'd see. But not doing so would only draw more attention to what I wanted to ignore. So, I turned around so she could see my backside. I know I was blushing when I faced them again. "I like the way the heels on your shoes raise you up a bit in the rear. You've always had a nice butt Dan. I used to be jealous when we were little. But yeah, I like the look." Fuck! What was my sister saying? That I had an ass that a girl would want? Suddenly, I didn't know how I was going to make it through the evening. My second party at Mandy's, and the second time Grace dressed me effeminately. And I did nothing about it! As I fumed internally about my appearance, Rhonda said to Grace, "That's an interesting necklace Grace. Is there some significance to it?" she asked, referring to the chastity cage key. Grace chuckled. "Actually, there is. But it's kind of a secret between Danni and me. Right baby?" she asked me. "Uh, Ye, yeah," I stammered, relieved that she didn't elaborate. "It is." "Hmmmm," Rhonda replied thoughtfully. "Well," Grace said. "We better get going. We're the guests of honor. We have to be there in time to greet the guests at the door." Everyone was excited about the evening. They were all going ga ga over each others' dresses. And they did look amazing. Sexy even. Especially our mothers, without even allowing dispensation for their ages. As the elevator neared the lobby, Grace retrieved her cell phone from her clutch purse. "I have to call Mandy to let her know we're leaving." Just as the doors began to open into the lobby, Grace handed me her purse. "Would you mind holding that for a sec honey? I can't dial without a free hand." So, as we exited the elevator, I was carrying a purse. And wouldn't you know it, but there were two couples about to enter. Both of the men looked right at me holding the purse, and then did a double take on my outfit. I turned beet red. I looked to Grace for some help, but she was talking to Mandy by then. I had to carry her purse all of the way across the lobby. There were a few other tenants milling about and I just knew they were all wondering who the sissy was. It was then that I became aware that my 'heels' must have had some sort of metal tap on the bottom, because they clicked in the same manner that high heels did when one walked across a hard floor while wearing them. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die - not go to a party where I would be the center of attention. Once again, Grace had arranged for a limo to transport us. And once again, our driver was the large black man named James. He didn't even attempt to disguise his examination of me, dressed as I was and carrying a purse. I wanted to shrink out of existence at that moment. Somehow, I managed to get squeezed into the middle of the rear seat, wedged between Mrs. Andrews and Grace. As we pulled away, Grace ended her phone call to Mandy. She took her purse from my hand and said, "Thank you baby." "You're welcome," I told her, careful to hide my irritation at what she?d done. James seemed to already know where we were going, as no directions were given. As we rode, Grace's mother said, "Grace, that maid of yours, Sissy, did a splendid job today. I could get used to having someone to wash and fold my lingerie like that. Couldn't you Claire?" My mother agreed that it was rather nice having her panties freshly cleaned. Rhonda added, "I know! My panties and bra were each neatly folded on the edge of my bed. It's rather exotic knowing that a sexy French maid washed my undies." Grace kidded Rhonda, "What makes you so certain that my Sissy is sexy Rhonda? After all, you haven't met her. And sorry to say it again, but she isn't French either." "Oh come on Grace!" Rhonda said incredulously. "Don't try to tell me that anyone wearing those sexy uniforms in your guest room closet wouldn't look sexy. I know better. She is sexy, isn't she?" she challenged Grace. Grace looked right in my eyes as she answered, "Yes Rhonda. You're right. My Sissy is the sexiest maid ever!" "Duh! I knew it! Can't wait to meet her." "We'll see," was all Grace said. We arrived at Mandy's to find, not surprisingly, that she was putting on more than just a 'little affair.' She had gone all out. There were servers everywhere preparing for the guests. The male waiters were all wearing tuxedos. The women servers were wearing cute black mini-skirts and dark black heels and stockings, but with tuxedo styled blouses and bow ties. We were immediately set upon for drink orders when we walked inside. Mandy ran to greet us. She looked fabulous! She was wearing a red sheath dress that hugged her curves seductively. The red was set off beautifully by her pretty blonde hair that was styled and fell softly upon her bare shoulders. Mandy complimented the women on their dresses. She approached me and gave me a warm hug. She smelled intoxicating. As she hugged me, she whispered in my ear, "Don't you look scrumptious tonight Sissy." My stomach flipped and my penis throbbed when she said that. Then she added, "Are your clothes under as pretty as your outfit? I heard they were," she teased me. Fuck Grace! I couldn't believe she would do that to me. Thankfully, it was just Mandy, who already knew everything, but still. I didn't say anything in response. What could I say? She obviously knew the truth. "Thank you so much for hosting this party for us Mandy," I replied instead. "I thought you said you would not go to too much trouble?" Mandy laughs it off. "Oh Danni! You know me. I don't do anything halfway. And besides, I'm a big ol' lier. Now you all have a great time. This is all about you tonight." I laughed. Even when she was mean to me, I couldn't be mad at Mandy. She was such an innocent, in a cold and calculating sort of way. Mandy stationed Grace and me next to the front door to greet the guests. I had only invited a few of my friends from work, as well as the leading partners, my secretary, and a few neighbors. Given my attire, I was equally regretful for having invited them and thrilled that Grace and I had decided to live in her apartment rather than my house. Otherwise, I doubted I'd be able to face the neighbors after this. All of Grace's girlfriends that I knew, and several I had not met, were invited. Not one of them wasn't pretty. Apparently, girls like Grace and Mandy simply did not have ugly friends. There were also many people who Grace worked with and associated with through her work on Capital Hill. Nearly everyone who passed by congratulated us. Everyone told Grace how beautiful she looked and told me how lucky I was, all the while checking out my outfit while attempting to not stare. I was in a continual state of embarrassment as I stood beside Grace, her towering over me, despite me wearing heels myself. The worst part was when her boss, Rex Rawls, joined the party. He gave Grace a very, very warm hug, rubbing her bare shoulders as he told her congratulations and how sad he was that she was "going off the market," as if she were a piece of livestock. I couldn't believe how lewd he was with her. Grace just smiled, as if she completely understood what he was saying. As Rex shook my hand, nearly breaking my knuckles, he cast his eyes up and down my outfit, then said, "You're a lucky man Danni boy. I've never known anyone who could tame Gracie here, so good luck tryin'," he chuckled. Then, as if he couldn't resist adding insult to injury, he said, "You know, you city boys sure have some strange ideas about fashion," driving in one last dig about my outfit. When he walked away, I gave Grace a cross look, as if to say, 'See what people think of me?' But she was having none of it. As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Oh pooh! He's just jealous because you have me," as if that was going to make me feel better. As she said that, she fingered the key dangling around her neck, tantalizing me without words as to what I had to look forward to later. She knew how to tug my strings. That much was certain. Then she took my hand and led me down the hall toward Mandy?s bedroom. She closed the door and, for the second time in two days, she pressed me up against it. She got right in my face and looked deep within my eyes. Her right hand dropped down and she grabbed my left ass cheek. ?Do I still need to prove to you how much I love you Danni? Do I? Because if I do, I will. Tell me what I need to do.? She kissed me hard on the mouth. With her right hand, she continued to squeeze my ass cheek, rubbing the soft material of my pants against the smooth nylon panties I was wearing. ?You think the way you?re dressed makes you look like a sissy? Is that it? You think you look like a sissy? I don?t care Danni. I love you. You being dressed as you are, wearing lingerie that matches what I?m wearing, makes me so hot you just don?t know. God! You just don?t know! I want to fuck so badly right now! And if you insist, that?s what we?ll do. Right now! But I?d rather you accept yourself. Accept yourself and join the party. These people came here because they?re happy for us. So what is it going to be? Fuck? Or mingle? You decide.? I didn?t know what to say. Grace was so intense. And sooo sincere. So convincing. I couldn?t challenge her. ?I, I lo, love you too Grace. It?s, ju, just?sometimes it?s hard for me. I feel like people are looking at me like I?m not a m, man. But I want to make you happy,? I tried to explain. Smiling at me trying to talk myself into being okay, Grace said, ?You make me happy Danni. Happier than I?ve ever been. And later tonight, I?m going to let you make me really happy. But now, let?s go have some fun. Relax. Let it go. Can you do that for me baby?? ?I, I can try. Yes. I will.? ?Good girl,? she teased as she kissed me softly one last time. ?Very funny,? I laughed. She let me free of the door, and as I turned away to walk out the door, she slapped me playfully on my butt. ?You do have a nice ass you know.? When we returned to the party, Grace walked over to a cluster of her girlfriends and they immediately began hugging Grace and telling her how happy they were for her. I noticed her friend, Gayle, point to her necklace. She was obviously asking Grace about it. Grace laughed as she held it up for everyone to see. I couldn?t tell what she said, but the whole group suddenly broke into uproarious laughter. Surely she wouldn?t have told them the truth about the key. I saw a group of my friends from work, so I walked over to spend some time with them. Anything to get my thoughts away from where they were at that moment. They were all very nice, congratulating me, but try as I might, I still felt like they were looking at me funny. But I didn?t let it get to me. Much. I noticed my secretary by the bar and walked over to her. ?Hi Nancy,? I said. ?Thanks for coming. Can I buy you a drink?? ?Hey Danni,? she said. ?Thanks for asking me. I wouldn?t have missed it. I?m so happy for you.? ?Thanks,? I said. ?You look nice tonight,? I complimented her. ?You think so?? she asked. ?Of course,? I assured her. ?You always do though.? ?Aren?t you sweet,? she said. Eyeing my ?suit,' she said, ?You look nice too. That looks very comfortable. I love the material. It hangs quite nicely.? ?Ah, thanks,? I replied. Feeling a need to explain, I added, ?Grace bought it for me.? ?Well, she has excellent taste in clothes. You should let her shop for you all of the time.? I chuckled. ?Well, maybe not all of the time. But thank you Nancy. I appreciate it.? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my mom and Mrs. Andrews together on the other side of the room. They were chatting animatedly. My mother seemed completely infatuated with Grace?s mother. I?d never seen my mother in such a light. As they chatted, Rex Rawls walked up to them. He obviously knew Mrs. Andrews. They greeted each other affectionately. I could see Mrs. Andrews introducing him to my mom. He was putting on his cowboy act and my mom seemed to be completely taken in by it. I became totally focused on what I was seeing taking place across the room. I know Grace said she loved me. But I couldn?t get out of my head that she?d been with him. He just seemed to get under my skin. As my mother and Mrs. Andrews were laughing with him, being bamboozled by his Texas act, my sister, Rhonda, walked up. I could tell she was asking who Rex was. Like a moth drawn to the light, Rex immediately turned his attention to my sister who, I had to admit, looked really hot tonight. Before, he was flirting with a couple of older ladies. Now, he was positively leering at Rhonda. And, to my dismay, she seemed taken in as well. What was it about guys like him that made women melt in his presence? Was it an odor? What? I never had that affect upon women. Suddenly, I realized that I was standing alone at my own engagement party. I wanted to walk over to the conversation going on with my sister and Rex. But he intimidated me so badly that I remained frozen in my isolation. I was getting irritated at Rhonda. She was acting totally goofy around this guy. As was my mom and Mrs. Andrews. Suddenly, Rhonda began nodding her head at Rex and then she walked over to Grace and her friends. She spoke to Grace and then pointed at Rex, who waved a funny little wave. Grace smiled and then opened her purse. She reached in and came out with her keys. She handed them to Rhonda and then I read Grace?s lips, ?Have fun. We?ll see you later.? Rhonda waved bye and then walked back over to Rex, my mom, and Mrs. Andrews. The next thing I knew, Rhonda was leaving the party with Grace?s boss. I couldn?t believe my eyes. Rex Rawls had just picked up my sister at my engagement party. I was stunned beyond belief. I didn?t know what to do. Finally, I walked over to speak to the moms. As I walked up, I asked, motioning toward where Rhonda and Rex had just gone, ?What?s going on? Is Rhonda okay?? Mrs. Andrews laughed. ?Well, if she isn?t, I suspect that she soon will be, if any of the stories I?ve heard about Rex are true.? She began laughing out of control. ?Oh my!? my mom exclaimed. ?Is Rhonda going to be alright Meredith?? Meredith smiled at my mom. ?Of course dear. She?ll be fine. Besides, I didn?t see Rex dragging her away kicking and screaming.? ?I suppose,? she said. ?Still, I worry about Rhonda. I?m not sure she?s been on a date since her divorce.? ?I wouldn?t worry about her Claire. From what I hear, an evening with Rex isn?t exactly like a date anyway.? ?Really?! Hmmm. Well, I suppose a little release won?t hurt her. Might even do her good. What do you think Danny?? I didn?t know what to say. I was not happy with this development. Rex had had my fianc?. Now, my sister? Crap! Meanwhile, I was locked up in a cage by my fianc? so that I could ?prepare? to perform on my wedding night sometime in the near future. ?I, uh, really don?t know Rex that well mom. But Rhonda is an adult. Right? Let?s hope she knows what she is doing.? I was completely befuddled by this point. If I wasn?t worried about how people saw me, in my suit, I was fretting over what Rhonda was up to. Meanwhile, Grace seemed unaffected by anything. I kind of wandered around for the rest of the party. At one point, I spent a few minutes with Mandy thanking her for going to such an effort for us. She was very gracious and was happy to do it she told me. Finally, guests began to leave. When the last couple exited, Grace, our moms, and I gathered in Mandy's foyer to thank her for such a great party. At least, the others thought it was great. For me, it was a torturous night of torment and anguish. I was looking forward to returning to the solitude of Grace's apartment. James, our limo driver, was waiting for us. As we entered the car, in a deep baritone voice, he asked Grace, "I thought there were five of you Miss Andrews." Grace replied, giving her mom and mine a sly, knowing grin, "There were James. But Rhonda was escorted home earlier. So it will just be us." "Yes ma'am," he said as he closed the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat. Nothing more was said about Rhonda, or Rex, for the rest of the ride home. Our moms talked about all of the nice people they met. They really appreciated the opportunity to get know our friends. When we arrived at Grace's apartment building, Grace paid James, and we went inside. Grace asked her mom and mine if they'd like to come to her place for a nightcap. But they each smiled at each other and said that, no, they were tired and thought they'd go on to bed. But there was something in the look they exchanged that made me think they might not be going to sleep right away. So Grace and I returned to her apartment alone. As we exited the elevator, the apartment was very quiet. Rhonda's bedroom door was closed. I recalled that it was open when we left earlier in the evening. My stomach was in knots thinking about her possibly being in there with Rex. Maybe, I thought, he only brought her home, stayed a while, and then left. It was very quiet. Grace asked me to pour us each a glass of wine and to join her on the balcony. I went to her bar and opened a fresh bottle of Chardonnay, poured two glasses, and walked out onto the balcony. Grace was standing at the rail, looking over the Potomac and at the Washington, D.C. skyline. It was a beautiful sight. I handed her a glass. She smiled at me and tipped my glass with hers. "To a long and wonderful life together baby," she said. I smiled gratefully. "I will definitely drink to that." Grace touched my cheek with her fingers and stroked me gently. She leaned in and kissed me tenderly. She set her wine down and removed my jacket. She then began unbuttoning my shirt, about halfway down. A moment of panic set in as I worried that she was going to undress me right on the balcony. I still didn't know if Rex was present. In any event, I didn't want my sister to walk out and find me in lingerie. Instead, Grace simply touched me and rubbed my nipples just above the top of the merry widow. "Mmmm," she sighed. "Do you like that Danni?" I could feel my nipples responding to her touch. My penis was swelling as well. "Yes," I admitted. "It feels good." "I know," she agreed. "I like it too." She began unbuttoning my shirt some more. I was very uncomfortable with where she was heading. I put my hand on hers, to stop her. She looked at me as if to question how I thought I had the right. To stop her. As if she could do whatever she wanted to do. She pushed my hand away. "Don't," she told me. "Relax. We're alone. No one will know." How could she know that? Undeterred, she unbuttoned the last one and she pulled the shirttail from my pants. She removed my shirt and let it fall next to my jacket on the floor of the balcony. I now stood before my fianc? wearing only a pair of femmy looking trousers, heels, and a merry widow that matched the one she wore. Except that hers was concealed because she still wore her dress. We stood like that for a while. Grace was the initiator. She kissed me on the mouth. She kissed my neck. She nibbled on my ear. She stroked my face, my chest and rubbed me all around the nylon merry widow. She repeatedly told me how much she loved me, how pretty I was, and how happy I made her. The things she was doing to me, and the sweet words she spoke, made me melt before her. This was wonderful. And for the first time that evening, I stopped worrying about anything. It was just me and Grace. The thing I craved. I loved her. I began anticipating making love to her before the night was through. I submitted to her desires. After several minutes of Grace loving me, she led me to the couch. Grace sat down and maneuvered me in front of her. I stood before her, waiting for the next move. "Danni?" she whispered. "Yes?" "I want you to take off your trousers." I gulped. My fear of being caught suddenly returned as she upped the ante. I hesitated. "Come on baby," she encouraged me. "It's okay. I want you to." I bent over and unbuckled my shoes, and then stepped out of them. My hands were shaking as I began unbuckling the thin belt that performed no function in holding my pants up. Next, I unfastened the button in the front and lowered the very snug zipper that hugged my crotch. The pants fit so snugly that I had to shimmy my butt to get them to come down. I let them fall in a puddle at my feet. I stepped out of the pile of soft material pooled beneath me. I now stood before Grace, on her balcony, wearing only a merry-widow, panties, and designer stockings. She looked pleased. Grace pointed to the floor. She lifted the skirt of her dress. I knew precisely what she wanted. I kneeled between her thighs and began doing what I knew I would be doing for Grace for the rest of my life. I began with soft, wet kisses along her inner thighs. Grace immediately began mewing her appreciation. I wanted to please her especially well tonight, as I anticipated the evening concluding with her giving me a furlough from my cock prison. As I usually did, once I began making love to Grace, my mind focused upon the task at hand. All other worries and concerns left my mind. As I moved up Grace's smooth legs, I could see and smell the evidence of her arousal. The gusset of her panties was damp. The odor of her pussy was strong and pungent. She'd told me how excited she'd been thinking of me dressed in matching lingerie. I began anticipating the first taste of her sweet love juice. My penis was straining against its imprisonment. It both hurt, and felt wonderful, at the same time. I was certain that tonight I would bring pleasure to Grace. It seemed that the chastity device did serve some purpose. By restricting my release, I felt I would be more ready to please her. Maybe, she'd decide that it wouldn't be necessary to keep me confined until the wedding after all, but only for a few days at a time. I thought I could manage that. "Oh Danni," she sighed. "That feels so wonderful! May I tell you something sweetie?" she asked. I paused momentarily. "Of course. What?" She looked down at me, kneeling submissively between her thighs. "I know that sometimes, you feel uncomfortable when I ask you to wear feminine things. But I hope you know how much love I feel from you when you do it for me. Do you?" she asked. "I think so," I answered hesitantly, uncomfortable with my admission. "Yes." "Good," she continued. "Because I don't want you to ever feel like I don't appreciate all that you do. You do things no other man would ever do. And that's why I love you so. Do you understand?" Again, ?I?d do things no other man would ever do?' Words that did not actually make me feel better. Still, I nodded my understanding. "I'm so relieved that you do. Like today, while I was shopping for my wedding dress, all I could think about was you, here, dressed up as my Sissy maid, washing everyone's underwear. God! I was soaking wet all day. Do you get it? What you do to me? It's such an erotic turn-on! It's amazing! And I promise, I don't want you to be my Sissy everyday. But you don't mind being my Sissy when I need you to be, do you?" What was Grace asking me? It felt like she was seeking a long-term commitment to performing the role of Sissy. But who was I kidding? I had come to enjoy dressing in the maid uniforms. I simply didn't like being put in compromising situations, like today with that creep, Roger Dunn. "It, it's okay," I answered. "I don't mind." "Thank you," she said. "You are such a pretty Sissy. Such a good Sissy. I'd hate it if I never got to see her again." "It's fine," I said as I leaned in to kiss her thigh. I was ready to resume pleasing her. My cock was straining against its plastic confinement. I wanted to make love. Grace appeared ready as well. "Take off my panties Sissy," she teased me. Fuck! That was when it hurt. When I wasn't playing the role of Sissy, and she called me Sissy anyway. Then, it sounded like she was calling me a sissy. And I wasn't one. I just liked pleasing Grace. Couldn't she see that? But no words of protest crossed my lips. Instead, I reached up and carefully removed her wet panties. "Go on," she urged me. "Sniff them. I know you want to." I pressed them to my nose and breathed in a full whiff of her scent. Amazing! I loved it! "That is so hot Sissy!" she exclaimed. "Whose do you like the most?" she asked. I looked at her, bewilderment clouding my face. "Huh?" She smiled at me. "Whose panties do you like sniffing the most silly? Mine? Rhonda's? My mother? Your mother?" she added, with emphasis. I blushed. I didn't know what to say. She'd already made me admit what I'd done. Now she wanted me to rank them? I couldn't do that. "I do, don't know. I mean, I haven't thought about it. Yours!" I finally chose. "Hmmm," she moaned thoughtfully. "Good answer. But I think you might be lying. No matter, you may resume," she directed me back to pleasing her with a nonchalant wave of her hand. Thank God! Anything to avoid her uncomfortable questions. The verbalizing was much worse for me than the doing. I leaned forward and licked her pussy, from the bottom to the top. "Oh yes!" she sighed. "That's a good girl." I did it again. Then, I slid my tongue inside of her, swirling it all around. I loved how soft and wet her vagina was. I could lick her for hours. The evening was quiet. The only sounds were Grace's soft, very quiet, moans and sighs - her womanly expressions of pleasure. She was completely relaxed as I worked my magic upon her. Suddenly though, a noise interrupted our lover's reverie. A foreign sound. It wasn't Grace. I looked up at her questioningly. Her eyes were opened as well. She'd heard it also. Then, I heard it again. It was a woman. A woman crying out. Was she in pain? I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. Grace and I were each listening intently, both of us trying to figure out the strange, yet familiar, noise. Then, a voice cried out, and we simultaneously realized what it was. "Oh Rex!" the unmistakable sound of my sister's voice echoed through the bedroom wall that adjoined the balcony. And there was something else unmistakable about the sound. It wasn't pain she was experiencing. No. It was the opposite of pain. It was the base animal noise a woman made when she was feeling the earth move. Grace and I froze as we listened to Rhonda cry out to her lover. "Fuck me Rex! Fuck me! Oh God! You are so huge! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed into the night. "Never stop! Please?!? she begged. "Don't stop fucking me!" Grace and I looked at each other as the recognition of what we were being made privy to registered upon each of our faces. She reached down, placed her hand behind my head, and pulled my mouth firmly against her snatch. "Suck me Sissy. Do it! Suck my pussy," she ordered me. No longer was I controlling my ministrations. Grace was on fire! I wondered, but not seriously, if it was because of what I was doing to her, or if it was in reaction to Rhonda's vocalization of her pleasure. I knew, deep inside, what it was. I was no more than a sex tool for Grace, at least for the time being. But that was okay, I thought, for I kept my eye on the prize waiting at the end of the night. I licked and sucked Grace's soaking wet pussy for all that I was worth. Around me, the apartment was alive with the sounds of women experiencing pleasure beyond measure. Grace was quietly urging me to, "Lick there! Suck there! That's good! Yes! Yes baby! Yes!" Meanwhile, not so quietly, my sister was providing the soundtrack to this erotic event. I was bringing my fianc? off with my mouth while my older sister - my Best Man - was being fucked in the next room by Grace's boss, a man she'd admitted to me had expected sex from her as part of her job. I wasn't kidding myself about what was probably running through Grace's mind as I ate her out. Meanwhile, not so quietly, Rhonda continued her commentary. "Oh God Rex! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard like that! Your cock is so huge! So fucking big!" It seemed to me that whenever Rhonda said Rex's name, or mentioned his huge cock, that Grace would press my mouth more firmly against her pussy. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rhonda suddenly shrieked. "Yes! It feels so good when you fuck me doggy-style! Oh! My! God! I'm cumming again Rex! I'm cumming again! Fill me again Rex! Do it again! Give me more of your hot sperm! Oh fuck me! I've never been fucked like this! Ever!" As Rhonda was reaching her umpteenth mind-blowing orgasm on the other side of the wall, Grace was having one as well. "Oh Sissy," she hissed. "Get ready baby! I'm going to cum in your mouth baby! Here it comes! Here it comes," she silently screamed as a torrent of liquid gushed from her gnash. I slurped feverishly to swallow it all, but unsuccessfully. When it was over, on the balcony, and in the bedroom next door, Grace released her hold on my head, allowing me to catch my breath. My penis was throbbing from the arousal I felt. I couldn't wait to take Grace into her bedroom and fuck her. I was ready to really do it good. Grace was out of breath as well. "Sissy," she exhaled. "That was hot! That was amazing! Your sister is hot!" she said, referring to Rhonda's oral expletives. "Grace?" I asked. "Yes baby?" she answered. "Do you think we should go to bed?" I asked. "Ju, just in case they come out?" She looked at me funny. "Yeah," she agreed. "I wouldn't want to embarrass your sister," she teased. 'My sister?' I thought. What about me? "Come on," she said standing up. "Pick up your clothes and meet me in the bedroom." I picked up my outfit and followed Grace into the bedroom. She walked into her closet. "Leave on what you're wearing Danni," she called to me. "I'll be there in a minute." I pulled the covers back and crawled under them. I was so ready to fuck Grace. I couldn't wait. She exited her closet completely nude. Grace was a vision. I was dying to be inside of her. She crawled in next to me and snuggled. "Thank you baby," she whispered. "You were amazing tonight." What was she saying? That was it? "Don't you wa, want to, fu, fu, fuck?" I asked her, a trace of despair in my voice. "Hmmm," she cooed. "I could maybe do that. You want to?" "Yes!" I assured her fervently. "Bu, but you have to unlock me," I pointed out. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You want to fuck me?" I was confused. I thought that was the plan. She must have seen my disappointment. "Oh, okaaaayyyyy," she relented. "But first, I need you to get me going again. Do you mind?" Did I mind? Fuck! Anything! I just needed release! I was going crazy in this cage. I crawled between Grace's thighs and went down on her again. I went down on her with a vengeance. I wanted to get her hot and ready as quickly as possible. I rammed my tongue as deep within her pussy as I could. I sucked her clit into my mouth. I bit her. I kissed her cunt lips. Soon, she was responding. She was already wet. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "This was a good idea baby. Yes! Yes! I'm ready to be fucked Danni," she said. "I'm ready! Do you want to? I need it now baby! I need to feel a dick in me now!" "Oh Grace!" I responded eagerly. "Yes! I'm ready! Just unlock me and I'll fuck you good," I promised her. She reached to her neck and then, frantically, asked, "Where is the key?! Where is the key?!" The key? She couldn't find the key?! What the fuck! Oh no! "Wh, where is it?" I cried out. "Don't you have it?" I asked her. "I thought it was around my neck," she said. "I must have dropped it on the floor in the closet when I took off my clothes," she said. "Hurry baby! Go find it! I'm ready now! I need a dick in me now Danni!" she cried frantically. Flustered, I jumped out of bed and ran inside Grace's closet. Her dress and lingerie she'd worn to the party was in a pile in the corner of the room. I began going through everything. I couldn't find her necklace with the key on it. I looked in her hamper. It was empty because I'd washed everything earlier in the day, or, by now, the day before. I ran back into the bedroom. "It isn't in there Grace!" I told her. "Do you remember taking it off?" I asked anxiously. I didn't want this moment to pass. I was so ready to please her. "Fuck! No Danni," she said, her own voice filled with desperation. "Please," she urged me. "You have to find it now! You have me so worked up, if I don't get a dick in me, after what I heard your sister doing tonight, I'll go crazy," she implored me. I was dumbfounded. How was I supposed to know where she left her necklace. Then, I had an idea! "Is that the only key? Do you have a spare?" "Yes," she said, exasperated. "But I left it at work. So you couldn't find it. Find the key Danni! Quickly!" she ordered me. "Go look on the balcony," she said. On the balcony? Crap! I didn't want to go out there. Dressed as I was. What if Rhonda or Rex came out of their room? I stood frozen in fear. "What are you doing standing there?" she asked. "Go! Find it! Or else we'll have to think of something else," she added. 'Something else?' What else could she mean? I hesitated, and then decided. Fuck it! I opened her door, stuck my head out, and seeing no one, ran to the balcony, my heart racing a million miles per hour. Dropping to my knees I scoured the floor. No necklace. I yanked the cushions from the couch. Nothing! Fuck! Either it wasn't here, or I just couldn't find it. Fearful that I'd already taken too big of a risk, I gave up and ran back to Grace's bedroom. Thank God no one saw me! "Did you find it?" she asked, her legs spread open, her fingers frigging her excited cunt lips, desperate now for a cock. "No. It's not out there! Fuck!" I exclaimed. "I want to please you Grace!" I cried. "I really do! But you locked me up! And now I'm stuck like this! What are we going to do?" Calming her voice, Grace said, "It's okay Danni. Look in my top right-hand drawer. In the back." She?d lied? There was actually a key here? And she made me risk running out on the balcony in lingerie? I opened the drawers. I reached in the back, as she directed, searching for a key. My hands did not find a key. What they did find was something I immediately recognized. I grabbed it. When my hand withdrew, I was holding a strap-on dildo. A huge strap-on dildo. I held it up. "This?" I asked Grace. Is this what you want?" "Yes! Hurry! Put it on! I need a dick in me Danni! Any dick! Now!" She was serious. She wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on dildo. Watching me stand there, doing nothing, Grace said, "Danni! For God's sake! Hurry up and fuck me baby!" I could not believe what was happening. I was going to be shut out. Again. I slipped the straps between my thighs and wrapped the belt to secure the massive dildo around my waist. I slipped the loose end into the buckle and secured it tightly. The massive fake cock hung just above my chastity cage. Grace was eyeing the dick greedily. "Come here Danni," she cooed now. "Fuck me with your big cock. You're so big! Come on baby!" My own penis throbbing uncontrollably within its plastic sheath, I climbed between Grace's waiting thighs and positioned the large, bulbous head of the lifelike phallus, complete with huge, bulging veins and balls, against her opening. "Go on baby," she sighed. "Put it in me." Grace was smiling wantingly. I pressed forward. Her pussy lips stretched wider, easily receiving the obscenely huge dick, as I impaled her. I fought against the thought that she would be more satisfied by the synthetic dick than if we hadn't lost the key to my cage. As I drove forward Grace moaned her approval. "Ahhhhhh," she sighed. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Danni!" she cooed. "You are so big baby!" she played up the fantasy that I was actually fucking her, and not merely using a dildo. "Oh God! Baby! I needed this!" she cried. "After hearing Rhonda. Knowing what she was getting. I needed it so bad!" 'Knowing what she was getting?' She had to mention that? I paused momentarily, picturing Rex over Grace, pounding her with his massive cock - his actual, flesh cock - not some synthetic rubber substitute. Grace grew impatient with me. "Come on Danni," she implored me. "Do it! Fuck me with your big, manly-sized cock." I drove deeper. Grace had no trouble accepting all of it. Her pussy literally drew the thick, long dick inside of her womb. When I was fully within her, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and pressed against me. "Oh Danni," she said gratefully. "Thank you so much baby. I'm sorry we lost your key. But this feels so good. I love a big cock. They feel so amazing baby. You have such a big dick tonight. Show me you know how to use it. Fuck your girl Danni," she persuaded me to suspend disbelief and pretend it was really me fucking her. I pulled out to the edge, and then re-entered her. With each thrust, Grace withdrew more and more, entering her own fantasy of what I was doing to her. I became lost in the act as well. I felt an anger building inside of me. Anger that Grace lost the key. Anger that she preferred the fake big dick to my tiny real one. Anger that my sister brought Rex here tonight and rubbed him in my face. I began fucking Grace with a fury I did not know was within me. I could hear her crying out as I fucked her, but I wasn't hearing the words. No. The word that filled my head was the one singular word I had come to fear the most. 'Sissy! Sissy! Sissy! Sissy! Sissy! Sissy! Sissy!' Over and over and over the word rang like thunder in my head as I fucked my fianc?. I honestly don't know how long I'd been fucking her, tormented by the internal refrain, 'Sissy! Sissy! Sissy!' when I was suddenly brought crashing back to reality by Grace's scream, "Yes! Yes Rex!" she cried out her boss' name as she had a titanic orgasm. "I love your cock!" she cried out. And that is when I stopped. I was fucking her. But Grace was seeing Rex. Meanwhile, he was in the next room, probably fucking my sister at this very moment for the millionth time tonight. And my fianc? was wishing it was her. I felt miserable. I rolled off of Grace, onto my back. I lay there staring up at the ceiling. This was going to be my life? Why couldn't I do anything? Grace cuddled up to me. She stroked my face gently. "Danni?" she whispered, her warm breath caressing my ear. I didn't reply. I was devastated by everything that had happened since we returned from the party. But especially by the last straw - Grace crying out Rex's name as I fucked her. "It's alright," she said gently. "You don't need to say a word. I understand," she continued. "You may not believe me. But I do understand you. Maybe better than you understand yourself. But just hear me out. Okay?" I just lay there in her arms. Even in my state of distress, I found comfort in her embrace. "Right now, you feel like you aren't much of a man. But that's because you compare yourself to other men. You may even think I compare you to other men. But I assure you. I do not. And you shouldn't either. You are unique. You are special. And you are precious to me. There is no one who means more to me than you. No one. So, when I admit that I love big cocks, it does not mean I don't love you. What we just did - that was pure fantasy. Don't you see that? No matter what I said in my sexed-up frame of mind, it was fantasy. And you gave it to me. That was you doing that to me Danni. And acknowledge this if you won't accept anything else I tell you. When you were fucking me just then - when you were angry and taking it out on my cunt - that was power you felt. And I felt it too - flowing directly from you through that hard, huge, rubber cock." Grace went silent after that. She held me in her arms. I reflected on her words. I wasn't sure that I could trust her, even though I wanted to. "But you called out his name," I whimpered meekly. "Why?" She playfully flicked my nipple, causing it to react. "For the same reason I do that," she answered. "Huh?" I replied. She did it to my other nipple. It reacted the same way. "Because you like it Danni. You do. You always react in a positive manner to my teasing. You like it. Crave it even. You just need me to show you." We lay together for a long time. There were no words to speak. I could not bring myself to admit that Grace was right. I just couldn't. And she didn't seem to think it necessary to press her point any further. "Danni?" she said. "What?" I said. "Your butt looked cute tonight," she teased. I laughed involuntarily. Grace was incorrigible. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I could feel her love. She knew I worshipped her. What else mattered?