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Chapter Twenty-two - A Parting Gift I don't know how long I slept. When I finally woke up, Grace was sitting beside me on the bed, stroking my cheek. She was dressed for the day. She handed me a cup of coffee. "Good morning sleepyhead," she smiled. "Did you sleep well?" I felt groggy. I'd slept. But I felt tired still. "I guess," I replied. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I need to go into the office this morning. Missing all week planning the wedding, I fell behind on a few things. I need to get them done. I hope I won't be long. Okay?" "Uh, yeah, I guess." What choice did I have? "There's some croissants in the kitchen," she told me. "Oh, and do you mind, one more thing?" "Sure. What?" "Would you mind playing Sissy for me this afternoon?" I knew what she meant. Just not why. "I suppose," I answered. "Why?" "We have some laundry that needs to be done. Our mothers are leaving in the morning, and I hate to send them home with dirty laundry." We? She meant her, her mom, and mine. I didn't want to go back to their floor again. Not with Roger Dunn there. "You want me to go to their apartment?" I asked. "No. That won't be necessary. They dropped their things off this morning. They've gone off to spend the day together. I think they've really become bosom buddies. So you can do it all here." "Okay," I said. "That's fine." "Great! Thanks baby. We'll have dinner alone tonight. Okay?" That sounded nice. "Sure." She leaned over and kissed me. "Have a nice morning. I'll call later." She then stood to leave. She was wearing high heels and a short casual skirt that suited working on a weekend. Dressy, but not too much so. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail on the back of her head. She wore a tight, blue pullover top, her breasts peeking out of the top of the lace-scalloped edging. I sat up in bed and sipped the hot coffee. It soothed me as it went down. Thoughts of the previous night flitted through my consciousness. Today, I was going to be Sissy, the maid, again. It was setting in on me that this was likely a role Grace would be expecting me to reprise forever. I figured it wouldn't be so bad. She loved me. So, I could humor her little kink. I just wish she didn't feel so comfortable making me wash every guest and girlfriend's intimates also. It was one thing to wash ours. Ha! Ours! It was another to wash her mother's. Or my own mother's. Or my sister's even. I felt my stomach growl. I was hungry. I slid out of bed, picked up the light blue cover I'd worn the night before, and flipped it over my shoulder, slipping my arms through the sleeves. Almost as if by second nature, I stepped into the heels I'd worn for Grace the night before. Alone it her apartment, unconcerned that anyone would walk in on me, I went to the kitchen for breakfast. I placed two croissants on a plate, warmed up my coffee, and walked out onto the balcony. It was nearly eleven in the morning. There was a lot of activity going on below. Another busy Saturday in Georgetown. It would be nice to join the throng. But, instead, I was going to stay inside and serve my fianc? as her maid. When I'd finished eating, I carried my dishes to the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher. I then went to the bedroom to shower and change into my uniform. The shower was refreshing. I wrapped one of Grace's gowns around me and went to the guest room to select my uniform for the day. I picked a black, traditional style, French maid uniform, including all of the accouterments to complete the outfit. I carried everything to Grace's room and began dressing. I applied appropriate makeup and fixed my wig in place, topping it off with the maid's cap. It struck me as I did this, that no one would be the wiser if I simply did the laundry dressed in normal clothes. But, I knew what Grace expected of me, so I dressed appropriately. I didn't want to risk her returning home and me not being dressed as she had requested. Grace had placed the laundry bags with our mothers' things in them next to her hamper. Each bag was stuffed full. And Grace had amassed a healthy load of dirty lingerie as well. I carried everything to the laundry room and began my routine of sorting through the assortment of lingerie, washing the least soiled first, and then working to the panties. No longer self-conscious about doing so, and in part, at least I convinced myself, by way of compensation, I permitted myself the opportunity to enjoy sniffing each woman's soiled panties. I could say whatever I wanted in defense of my action, and even try to convince myself otherwise, but I was turned on by this activity. My penis swelling within its constriction was proof of that fact. There was quite a bit of dirty lingerie, so it took a few hours to wash, dry and fold everything. I returned Grace's neatly to her drawers. I stacked our mothers' things in separate piles on the guest bed. I figured, or at least hoped, that Grace would take care of getting their things to them. I had not heard from Grace all day. It was nearly five. She'd said we were going to spend the evening at her place alone. I figured that meant I'd be preparing dinner. I went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to work with. I found some frozen crabmeat. There was also some salad fixings and broccoli. Baked potatoes would round out a nice meal. I poured a glass of Chardonnay and went out onto the balcony. I was tired, but always felt an odd sense of accomplishment after doing Grace's laundry. I always have liked having everything neat, clean and organized. That quality bode well for me as an attorney. I just never imagined I'd apply my organizational skills to such domestic duties. I was beginning to worry that this was going to turn into one of those weekend evenings when Grace called at the last minute to tell me her boss was making her work late, leaving me in the lurch, when my phone rang. "Hi baby!" Grace greeted me cheerfully. "How are you?" I smiled. "I'm good. How are you? Coming home?" I asked hopefully. "In about an hour," she told me. "Have you finished all of the laundry?" "Yes ma'am," I replied like the obedient maid. "Excellent!" she complimented me. "Look, Danni," she began. "I want tonight to be special. Just the two of us. Do you think you could put together a nice dinner?" I laughed. "Already on it," I answered. "You're a doll!" she replied happily. "One more thing," she said. "Yes. What?" "I want you to dress up really pretty for me tonight. When I get home, I'm going to change too. I want us to have a really special night. I have something to tell you later, but I want the evening to be the best. Okay?" I hesitated a second, not sure what she was suggesting. Release? Too wishful? "Okay," I replied. "An hour?" "Leaving in an hour," she corrected. "I'll be home soon after that." "Okay," I said, and we hung up. I stood up and went to the kitchen. Quickly and efficiently, I set about getting dinner ready. I formed the crabmeat into crab-cakes. I washed and cut up the salad, then returned the bowl to the refrigerator. I cleaned the baked potatoes, wrapped them in foil, and placed them in the oven to bake. Finally, I cut the broccoli up and placed it in a steamer pan, ready to turn on and cook. I then set the dining room table with Grace's nice china and silver, and set out her Waterford crystal water and wine glasses. I surveyed things and, satisfied that everything was set to go, I went to shower and get dressed for Grace. I hung my maid's outfit neatly in the guest room closet. I then went to Grace's room and took a shower. I shaved my legs and underarms closely. I shaved my face as well. I then put on a wrap and sat to the vanity. I took extra time to apply makeup tonight. I decided I would go sultry. Dark eyeliner and shadow, accented with deep rose blush. I lined my lips with a dark, cherry colored lip-liner, and then filled in with a wet, deep red, almost plum-colored lipstick. Finally, I applied my glue on nails, already painted a deep red. I pilfered Grace's dangling diamond earrings and a matching necklace. I chose several bracelets and adorned each wrist with them, one side with silver, the other with gold. Next, foundation-wear. I opened Grace's lingerie drawer and began looking. I already knew which dress I was going to wear - the Jessica McClintock cocktail dress Grace had purchased for me to wear the night I asked her to marry me. I wouldn't need a bra, as the dress had one built in. I chose a waist-cincher that had garter straps attached. As I searched around, I noticed a pair of sheer, black lace boy-shorts. I decided those would look sexy. I selected a pair of black, back-seamed, Cuban heeled stockings. I put on the lingerie almost as if it were a ritual. Grace wanted tonight to be special. She had big news to share with me. I hoped against hope that it would be removal of the chastity cage, despite what she'd said last night. When I'd gotten all of my under garments on, I located my DD's, picked up the spray on glue, and laid down on the bed on my back. I sprayed the backs of each breast form and then my own breasts. I then carefully placed the forms on top of my chest in the correct location, and pressed them in place. I lay there about ten minutes, giving the glue time to set. When I stood, the forms held securely to my chest, looking very much like they belonged there - almost as if they were real. I walked over to Grace's full-length mirror, dressed only in lingerie, without a wig, and modeled for myself. I had nice, feminine looking curves, aided, of course, by the waist-cincher and the breast forms. Satisfied that Grace would be pleased with what she would discover later in the evening, I placed my red wig over my head and secured it. I brushed it out and then went to retrieve the dress and a pair of heels. I located the pink Jessica McClintock in Grace's closet. I hoped she'd be pleased that I selected it. The top was a pink lace bustier with a square neck, a ruched bodice and empire waist. The pink skirt portion was a short, taffeta, layered ruffle skirt with a white tulle petticoat. The dress was accented with black lace on the mid-riff, with a black ribbon sash and bow. The dress was quite short, a fact that would highlight my black, silk stocking-covered legs. The first night I'd worn the dress, I wore pink three-inch heels. Tonight, I selected a pair of black heels that had to be at least six inches tall. I really wanted to wow Grace, and thought that might do it. I stepped into the dress and pulled it up my body. I pulled the top over my breasts and nestled them into the cups. Then, reaching behind my back in a contortionist movement, I grabbed onto the zipper and worked it up my back. As I raised it, the dress hugged my form, creating a more clearly denunciated feminine shape. I sat to slip the heels onto my feet. Then I carefully stood, teetering at first, until I found my center and was able to balance. I spun in front of the mirror. I gasped. I was beautiful! I was struck by the realization that there was no way that anyone could possibly guess that I was a man. I looked nothing like a man. I smiled as it hit me that was precisely what Grace would be expecting tonight. I felt certain she'd be pleased. I checked my watch. Grace should be home soon. I called to see where she was. She was in a cab and on the way she told me. I told her I was ready and to hurry home. I went to the bar and mixed a batch of her favorite - Cosmos. I double checked things in the kitchen and then, nervously, waited for my fianc? to arrive. As soon as the elevator chime rang, I poured her a Cosmo and walked to greet her. The six-inch spikes really forced me to take short steps, and added an even more pronounced sway to my swagger. As she stepped out of the elevator, I was walking sexily down the hallway, my heels clicking loudly as I walked. Grace stopped in her tracks, mouth agape, watching me approach. I smiled innocently, pleased at the expression I'd evoked. I'd achieved at least a part of my goal - to render her speechless. I handed her the Cosmo, draped my arms over her shoulder and kissed her on the lips. "Welcome home darling," I whispered seductively. "I've missed you so." Grace placed a hand under the skirt of my dress, grabbed my ass cheek, and pulled me close. She kissed me back, aggressively. "You look wonderful lover," letting me know she was pleased. "I couldn't have asked for more." She kissed me again. She sipped the Cosmo. "Wow! You're really getting good at making those sweetheart," she said. She took a gulp this time, downing the rest of the glass. Handing me the glass, she said, "I'm going to change. Why don't you start dinner? I'm famished!" She left me there as she made her way to the bedroom. Speaking over her shoulder as she entered her room, "Have another of those waiting for me baby." I smiled, pleased with how things were developing. Maybe tonight would be a night of exception. Maybe. At least I could hope. I went to the kitchen and put on an apron, to protect my dress. It was a pink, over the shoulder apron, with ruffles around the edges. Undeniably feminine. I didn't care. After all, tonight, I may as well be as girly as I could be, given how I was dressed. Grace wasn't gone long. When she joined me, she was wearing a black, flirty dress, made of chiffon material that created a lifted skirt. The top was snug fitting, forcing her boobs to explode out of the top. She wore red high heels, perhaps four inches or so. The result was that we stood about the same height. I liked that. Grace wore a single strand of pearls around her neck, with matching earrings. She looked classy and yet, oozed sex. She walked up behind me as I cooked the crab-cakes. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she leaned in and nibbled my ear, causing me to have goose pimples. "Where's my drink?" she asked. I gestured with my head toward the bar. "Over there." She turned to pick it up and took another sip. "Mmmm. Yummy. Smells good baby. I can't wait." "It won't be long," I told her. "If you'd like, you can get the salad out of the refrigerator and serve us each one. "Okay," she said, and went to retrieve salad plates from the dining room table. "Everything looks lovely Danni," she said. "Thank you. You said you wanted a special evening. I'm looking forward to it." "Me too. I'm such a lucky girl," she reiterated. "Me too," I replied before realizing what I'd said. We each laughed. "You're so much more than that Danni. But thank you for amusing me." I thought about what she'd just said. It wasn't so bad. Amusing Grace. I loved these moments with her. And if our life together contained many more of such moments, I was going to be a happy man. When the crab-cakes were done, I served one to each of our plates, dished some broccoli out, and then placed a baked potato on each one. I carried them to the table and set them down. I then removed my apron and sat down next to Grace. She'd poured the wine and raised her glass, "I love you Danni," she said softly. "I love you too Grace," I replied. We touched our glasses and each took a long sip. Grace leaned over to me and kissed me, softly and tenderly, her tongue gently probing my mouth and dancing for just a moment. "Mmmm," she exclaimed. "Better stop that or we'll have to leave dinner. And I wouldn't want this feast to get cold after all of your hard work." I laughed. "Wouldn't be the worst thing to ever happen," I replied, still hoping she might release me tonight. I noticed then that the key was not around her neck. I wondered where she was keeping it. We each dug in and began eating. Dinner was delicious. I was becoming a better cook with each effort. Grace told me more about the wedding plans and a little about her day and how much work she had to do in the coming weeks if she was going to be able to relax and not worry about work during our honeymoon. On the subject of the honeymoon as well, I'd already told her she could plan it. She explained that she was working on something that she was pretty sure I was going to enjoy. I assured her that I would be happy with whatever she decided. All she needed to do was tell me what to pack for - warm or cold. Grace replied that she'd go me one better. I didn't need to do anything except show up at St. Simon's. She was going to advance ship our honeymoon clothing to the destination and that she would take care of everything. That actually scared me a little bit, but I'd told her she could arrange the whole thing, so I simply acquiesced. When dinner was done I stood to clear the dishes. Grace grasped my wrist to stop me. "Let's leave these until tomorrow. I want to spend time with you tonight. Just you. And I have something to tell you." Her tone turned serious when she said that, causing me to begin to worry what it was she had to say. "Let's go outside," she said, leading me behind her. Grace sat on the couch and I went to sit beside her. She held me back, giving me a slight shove to direct me to the deck, at her feet. In a subservient position. I prepared myself for what she was going to say. She placed a heeled foot on my lap, letting me know that she wanted me to give her a foot massage. I removed the heel, set it on the deck, and began rubbing and kneading her foot. She sighed her appreciation. "Mmmm! That feels good." I smiled, and continued with the task at hand. Grace was quiet, content to enjoy the massage. She sipped her wine while I rubbed her foot. In a few minutes, she switched feet, and I set to work on the other one. I worked quietly, figuring she'd say what was on her mind eventually, although the suspense was killing me. "Danni?" she said. "Yes?" "I want to talk about last night." "Okay," I said, wondering where this was going. "I loved it," she said. I continued rubbing her foot, allowing her to say what was on her mind. "Did you?" she asked. "Of course," I told her. "I always enjoy making love to you." "Well," she continued. "That's part of what I want to talk about - the making love part. We didn't, you know, exactly, well, do it all. You know?" What was she saying? I would have! She's the one who stopped it. She held the key, so to speak. I was silent. "I know you were disappointed. I could tell. But I just really feel like this is important for us to do. Don't you?" she sought my agreement. "I, uh,..." I couldn't find the words. I didn't like it though. I was doing it because she wanted it. And I didn't want to hurt her. She didn't wait for me to answer. "I know. I know. You probably wish we weren't doing it. But after last time, well, it just seemed like a good idea. And I still think it is. But I can tell it is hard for you. And it's hard for me too. Like I said, I want to fuck so badly I can barely stand it. But I want our wedding night to be the best. And I think this is the best way. Do you understand?" I understood what she was saying. I hated to think back to the last time I tried to make love to her. That was a disaster. I definitely did not want a repeat of that on our wedding night. And if this would help, then I guess I could go along with it. I nodded. "But it is so hard on us," she continued. "So hard to be together, each wanting the other, but not able to. I can't tell you how many times I've almost used the key." I smiled. Maybe there was hope tonight. Was Grace's resolve weakening? "So I've done something about it. Today." She watched me to see my reaction. "What did you do?" I asked. "I sent the key to someone to hold for me." What!? She'd told someone else about the key? As if reading the panicked look on my face, she assured me, "Don't worry Danni. It's someone we both trust. And I didn't tell her what the key went to. I only told her that she was to hold onto the key, and to give it to no one, no matter what she was told, until after our wedding. And I told her to safeguard it with her life. She's promised to wear it around her neck night and day until she returns it to me after we're married." "Wh, who did you give it to?" I asked, thinking it was probably Mandy. "I mailed it today to Rhonda." My sister!? "You sent my chastity cage key to my sister?!" I burst. "Um hmm," she nodded. "I trust her Danni. And I thought you'd feel better about that too." "But why?" I asked, a tone of distress in my voice. "What if you want to change your mind. I was hoping maybe..." She interrupted me and said, "That's precisely it Danni! I have been tempted. I needed to get rid of the risk that I'd succumb. Don't you see? This way, we can make it, no matter how difficult things get." I understood that part. The part I didn't like was that it erased all hope that I could have. Before she gave the key away, I could at least hope Grace might relent. Now, it would never happen. And I couldn't say anything to Rhonda about it. I certainly didn't want my sister to know that my fianc? had locked my penis up in a cage until our wedding night to ensure that I would be able to perform sexually for her. I was clearly disappointed. But, as with most things involving Grace, there was nothing I could do about it. "Okay then," I said, unable to hide my disappointment. "There! You see? You're upset. I can tell. And disappointed. But I didn't do it to hurt you. I did it because I felt myself weakening." Strangely, that only made it worse for me. "There's one more thing," she added. Oh no! "What?" I asked, an impending sense of doom hovering around me. "I know how difficult it is for you - and for me - when we mess around - especially now, with you locked up and all. You and I each want to fuck. It's natural. So I think maybe we ought to not stay together for the next three weeks, until the wedding." What was she saying? Not spend the night together? Or not see each other at all? "I don't understand," I said. She took a deep breath. "After tonight, and we can do almost everything tonight, but after tonight I think we ought to not see each other until the wedding." "Grace!" I exclaimed. "No! I don't want that!" "Relax Danni. Relax. I'm not saying we can't ever see each other. There will certainly be a few occasions when we'll be in each other's company. And we can talk every day. But I don't think you should stay here, or even be here with me when we're alone. That way, we'll be able to resist each other. And then not being able to, you know, do it, won't be so difficult." I thought this was a terrible idea. I hated it. But I could sense that Grace wasn't so much talking to me about her idea, as she was telling me she'd made up her mind. I felt deflated. What had begun as an amazing evening, had suddenly degenerated into depression in the blink of an eye. I didn't know what to say to get her to change her mind. Grace leaned over and stroked my forehead. "Danni," she spoke gently. "This is for the best. I feel it. We love each other. We have forever. But I want the first night to be the best. This is what we need to do." So it was settled. Tonight would be the last night I'd get to touch Grace until the wedding. Now I really did wish the wedding was tomorrow. I returned my focus to her feet, softly rubbing the one on my lap. "So, what can I do for you?" I asked her, resolved to accept it the best that I could, and leave Grace with a memory of me to last for three weeks. Grace smiled that smile she uses when she's won. "What you're doing is a good start. And I have something in mind for you for later. A kind of parting gift, so to speak." I rubbed her foot for a while longer. After a little while, Grace pulled her foot out of my lap and let her leg fall to the side, her legs now spread wide apart. She lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her panties to me. She was wearing white silk panties that were soaked through. With a crook of her finger, she beckoned me between her thighs. I leaned in and kissed her wet gusset. The flavor was strong. Grace's odor filled my nostrils. She must have orgasmed already. I had no idea my rubbing her feet could cause that. I licked the wet silk. Grace was drooling liquid from her pussy. She sighed as I licked her. "Suck me Danni," she whispered. "Softly. But suck me. That feels really good." I applied slight pressure on the silky gusset and sucked. God! She tasted so good! I did love eating her out. As I sucked there seemed to be no end to the fluid oozing from inside of her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming Danni. I'm going to cum!" she hissed. I could feel her pressing against me as she pushed a flood of her cream out of her engorged pussy lip, oozing through the wet silk gusset of her panties. "Take them off! Take them off!" she ordered me, referring to her panties. I reached to the waistband and pulled them down. Her cream was thick, a strand stretching from her pubic hair to the crotch of her panties as I removed them. "Hurry!" she urged me. "I need your tongue Danni. Please?!" she begged. I did like that about Grace. She made me feel like what I did to her was much appreciated. I just wished I could do more. I clamped my mouth over her now bare cunt and stuck my tongue deep inside of her. "Oh yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me with your tongue Danni! Do that!" I began jabbing my tongue in and out of her, trying to reach as deeply as possible. Her ejaculate was flowing. I swallowed it all. "I'm going to cum again Danni! Get ready!" And cum she did. A flood of jizz began pouring out of her. She was amazing! I would never tire of this. I loved it! After her last orgasm, she let me stop. She led me to her bedroom and began undressing me. No doubt, she knew I was going to be braless because of the dress I was wearing. I hoped she'd be pleased to find that my breast forms were glued in place. When she pulled the top of my dress over my breasts and revealed them attached to my chest without the aid of a bra, she gasped, "Oh my God! Danni! You have breasts tonight! That is amazing! Oh God! We're leaving you like this tonight," she declared. She pulled the dress the rest of the way off, revealing my shaper and panties. Usually, she'd leave me dressed in my foundation garments. But tonight, she began taking everything off. Before I knew it, I was totally nude. Grace began removing her dress. She wore no bra either, and her panties were already off. So when her dress was off she was naked as well. She pulled me close and hugged me to her chest, our nude bodies pressing against each other. Grace caressed my back and let one hand drop to my caged penis. She rubbed my balls, which caused me to get harder. Taking my hand, she led me to her bed, and we each crawled in. She pulled the satin sheets over us and we snuggled. It felt different being next to Grace, entirely nude. Usually, she had me wearing nightgowns or lingerie. Grace was kissing me on the neck and nibbling on my ears. "Thank you for earlier Danni," she whispered. "You're so good at that. I love it." "You're welcome," I replied. "Grace?" I asked her. "Yes baby?" "Do we have to?" "Have to what?" "You know. Stay apart for three weeks? I really don't want to." "That's sweet," she said. "But I think it is for the best. I really don't want to take any chances with our wedding night. It has to be perfect." Damn! She wouldn't budge. She could sense my disappointment. "Danni," she said. "It will be over before you know it. And besides - I have so much to get done. We'd barely have time for each other anyway." As we lay there, Grace's hand moved to my behind. She began rubbing it. As she did so, her fingers would drift over and linger at my rosebud. Every now and then she'd press on it. With her other hand, she reached over my belly and held my ball sack in her hand. I felt like she was up to something, but couldn't be sure. Suddenly, I felt her slip a finger inside of me. I tensed. "Shhh," she whispered. "Relax." She pressed deeper, wiggling her finger inside of me. Still massaging my balls, she began pressing me on the inside of my asshole. I could feel her touch pressing through, from the inside, against my penis. She was masturbating me from the inside. My penis swelled inside of its cage. I was becoming aroused. I moaned involuntarily. "Does that feel good baby?" Grace asked. "Uh huh," I grunted. "Mmmmm," she sighed. She slipped another finger inside. Now, with two fingers, she massaged me on the same spot, vigorously. I pressed against her. This felt amazing. I could feel an orgasm coming on. I began to really moan. It was like a wave washing over me. Unlike other orgasms I'd had, this one seemed to well up from somewhere deep inside of me. As Grace continued to manipulate me, both inside and out, I began to let go. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Grace! That feels so good! My God! I'm going to cum baby! I'm going to cum!" I cried out. Suddenly, I felt this shockwave of pleasure spread through me and I began shaking uncontrollably. I didn't experience my usual ejaculation. But I knew I'd had an orgasm. Then, the hand Grace had been massaging my balls with appeared at my face and Grace fed me a handful of thin, clear, sperm. I'd let out a load of semen without even realizing it. I licked it out of her hand. It tasted sweet. "Feel good?" she asked. "Wow! That was amazing!" I told her. "How did you do that?" Grace laughed. "It's an old trick. I hope that will get you through the next three weeks." "Me too," I answered, sad to think of being separated from Grace for so long. We cuddled and, after awhile, fell asleep in each other's arms. It might be our last night together for a while. But it turned out to be a special night. The next morning we woke up, got dressed, and then met up with our mothers to go to breakfast, and then to drop them off at the airport. It was obvious that they were not happy to be parting. I wondered where their newfound 'friendship' might lead. When we returned to Grace's she suggested that I pack up my lingerie to take with me so that I'd have things to wear during our separation. It seemed so weird to be packing 'my lingerie' to take home with me. We were going to be apart - Grace wouldn't even see me - yet she expected me to dress in feminine attire anyway. It was still early in the afternoon on Sunday and I didn't understand what the hurry was. Grace informed me that she and Mandy were getting together with a few of their friends to discuss the wedding reception. So, I went home alone, while Grace was going to spend the evening with her girlfriends. As I drove home, a place I'd rarely stayed during the past several weeks, I was struck by how few close associates I had in my life. For me, now, it was pretty much all Grace. I couldn't shake the emptiness that I felt inside. I stopped on the way home and picked up a pizza for dinner. Grace had said she'd call me later. I found myself, already, anxious and waiting for her to call, even though I knew that it was probably several hours away. I'd almost forgotten that I had just listed my house for sale when I pulled up and saw the 'For Sale' sign in the front yard. So far, my agent hadn't brought any prospective buyers my way. But I wasn't worried. Even in the depressed housing market in the United States, things were doing okay around the nation's capital. Besides, Grace and I were going to live at her place, and she didn't have any financial issues there, even without considering the income I'd add to the equation. So, if it took a while to sell my place, we could manage. I cleared out a drawer in my bureau to store all of the lingerie that I now called 'mine.' I was beyond borrowing Grace's, or simply wearing the items that she directed me to wear for her. I was, frankly, surprised at how substantial my collection had grown. I decided to take a shower, shave, and then get dressed for the evening. Grace had told me to pack my breast forms, thus letting me know that she expected me to wear them during our separation. But she had not let me pack any of the wigs. Thus, whenever I dressed in my lingerie and nightgown, I would end up looking quite effeminate, without looking at all like a woman. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but I had grown very accustomed to the way the lingerie caressed my skin. I liked it. And, since there was no one to see me, I decided to not worry about not having a wig to wear. After my shower, I sorted through my newly established lingerie drawer to pick out something to wear. I could not explain what compulsion drove me to dress up as Grace had instructed me to. I wasn't going to see her for three weeks. How could she possibly know whether I was, or wasn't, wearing women's undergarments? And yet, here I was, carefully deliberating my choice for the evening, as if dressing for her approval. I selected a black merry-widow with garter straps and a matching sheer black thong. I attached a pair of black stockings to the garter clips, filled the bra cups with my forms, and then slipped on a pair of four- inch black heels. I 'covered' myself with a sheer white robe with long flowing sleeves. The robe secured in the middle with a single, lace tie bow. Next, I put on some eye shadow, darkened my eyelashes with some lengthening mascara, and then coated my lips with a wet looking red lipstick. I turned in front of the mirror, admiring my feminine form, only disrupted by the unmistakable shape of my chastity cage outlined, and clearly visible, inside of my nylon thong. Waltzing to the kitchen, my hips swaying as I carefully placed one heel in front of the other, I placed a slice of pizza on a plate and then poured a glass of red wine. I sat in my den, crossing my legs in a feminine manner. It felt strange to be alone in my own home again. I couldn't remember when I last stayed here. The new album by Adele, '21,' was playing on my stereo. She has an amazing voice and her lyrics were enchanting. They struck so close to the human truth that ran through all relationships. Listening to her, I found myself thinking about Grace, and how things would be with her when we were married. She loved me. That much was certain. But she certainly had her way with me. The bottle of wine was nearly empty two hours later when my doorbell suddenly rang, startling me. The clock showed it was after eleven. I was not expecting company, and went into a bit of a panic given how I was dressed. Immediately, I worried that something bad may have happened. Then I froze where I was. I couldn't ask who was there because if it was someone I knew, they'd expect me to open the door. And I couldn't do that dressed as I was. So I didn't move. Maybe it was someone at the wrong address. The bell rang again. Then, whoever it was banged on the door, and I heard a woman's voice call out, "Danni?! Danni?! Are you there? Open up!" Was it Mandy? It sounded like her. What was she doing here? Then I worried that something may have happened to Grace. I quickly stood, and without a thought to how I was dressed, I click-clacked to the door and swung it open. Standing at the door was, indeed, Mandy. But she wasn't alone! She and Grace's tall, red-headed friend, Gayle, were standing there. A ruby red heat of embarrassment washed over me as Gayle caught me wearing sexy lingerie. And looking like a si, si... Mandy giggled. "My God! You look hot Danni! Grace said you'd be dressed, but I honestly didn't believe her. You really are an obedient boy!" she exclaimed. "Wha, what are you doing here?" I asked in a panic. "Is anything wrong? Where's Grace?" I asked excitedly. "Relax," she assured me. "Everything is fine. Grace just asked us to drop off a present for you," she said as dug into her shoulder bag, withdrawing a hand that was holding a long box wrapped in pink tissue paper. "Here," she said handing it to me. "Wh, what is it?" I asked. Mandy and Gayle each looked at it, then at each other, and kind of rolled their eyes. "I have no idea," Mandy replied. "Grace just wanted you to have it. She told me to tell you not to open it until you get in bed, and to call her before you do. That's all I know." As Mandy explained the package to me, I noticed Gayle looking between my legs. Crap! I'd forgotten that I was wearing the chastity cage! Now Gayle not only knew that I dressed in women's clothes for Grace, but that she'd locked me up too. Fuck! The red, hot heat washed over my body again. I took the box from Mandy. I was speechless with embarrassment at this point. "Anyways, we have to run," Mandy said. "You do look great Danni," she added. "See ya!" she said as she and Gayle left my porch. "Bye Danni," Gayle called out. As I closed the door I could swear I heard them laughing. There was no telling what Gayle was thinking about me. I only knew that Grace's and my secret was becoming more widely known than I was comfortable with. I turned my attention to the box. It was about eight inches long and not too thick. I wondered what it could be. I was anxious to find out. But Mandy had been clear. I was to call Grace before I opened it, but only after I was in bed. Thus, I immediately readied myself for bed. I removed the lingerie I'd been wearing, and sifted around the drawer for a nightgown, panties and a bra. I also decided then that I was going to have to expand to another drawer or two, and better organize things. It was too difficult to find things as I had them. I found a pink, shortie nightgown with a pair of matching sleep panties. Having several pink bras to choose from, I picked out a soft cup bra to hold my falsies. Once I was ready for bed, I pulled back the covers and picked up my phone. I felt quite nervous. Nervous about the late night call. Nervous about the suspense. What was in the box? Why did I need to be in bed when I called Grace? Surely something was up. Grace's phone rang several times before she answered. "Hello! Danni?" she greeted me. She sounded out of breath. "Hi," I greeted her back. "How are you?" "Good," she sighed breathily. "You?" "I'm fine," I replied. "Other than the embarrassment of Mandy and Gayle seeing me dressed up tonight," I let her know about my irritation. "Oh Danni! I'm sorry! I didn't realize Mandy was bringing Gayle with her. But there's no need to worry. None of my girlfriends will ever say anything" she assured me. "Do you have the package?" she asked excitedly. "Yes," I said, a little peeved at her dismissiveness about my embarrassing moment. "Good! Do you mind if I put you on speakerphone Danni? I need my hands free for a while." Needed her hands free? That was weird. But I said it was okay. "You need to put yours on speakerphone too," she directed me. "You'll need your hands free as well." "Okay," I answered. I set my phone to speaker and laid it on my nightstand. "Ready?" she asked. I could tell she was on speaker now, and could hear her rustling in her bed. She still seemed to be breathing harder than usual. "Danni?" she went on. "May I share something with you baby?" "Su, sure," I told her. "This idea I had? About us being apart for three weeks before we get married?" "Uh huh," I replied. "It's going to be more difficult than I thought." Was she telling me she changed her mind? It was alright with me if she was. "Yeah! I feel the same way," I agreed. "But, we don..." She cut me off before I could finish my sentence. "I'm horny already," she said. "I don't know about you, but I don't know if I can go three weeks without cock. Ya know?" Huh? Grace wanted me back at her place? To let me out of my cage? "That's okay," I consoled her. "Believe me, I understand," I explained. My mood immediately lifted. I wouldn't be apart from Grace for three weeks after all! Shoot! I'd gladly get dressed and go to her place tonight if she wanted me too. "You do?!" she responded. "Wow! Then you're going to love my gift! Go ahead and open it," she told me. I was a little confused. But, as she directed me, I began tearing the pink wrapping paper from the box. Revealed was a plain brown cardboard box. I popped the tape from the top and turned the box upside down. When I did, a slender, penis-shaped dildo slid out and onto my lap. I was speechless, wondering why Grace thought I'd be excited about receiving such a 'gift.' It wasn't even very long. No more than six inches. "Welllll?" she asked. "What do you think? Ugh!" What was that noise Grace just made? "I, uh, don't understand," I answered. "Are you okay Grace?" "Mm, yeah," she said giggling. "Mm, I'm fine. But, do you like the gift?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Yeah," I answered. "But I don't understand Grace. I thought you said you were horny. That you didn't know if you could go without for three weeks? I thought you were saying you wanted me to come back." "Ugh! Mmmm! No silly," she said laughing. What were those noises she kept making? "That's not what I meant. I mean, I do miss you. But I still think waiting is best. But you just said you understood. I mean, that you understood me missing cock. So I thought you'd be happy that I sent you one too." Me one too? What was she talking about? Then it hit me! The noises. "Grace?" I asked. "Are you, ah, alone? I mean, what are you doing?" "Am I alone?" she asked coyly. "Oh you naughty boy! Do you want me to be with someone? How kinky!" Huh? What the fuck! "N, no!" I exclaimed. "So if I was riding a long, fat cock right now, you'd be mad at me?" What a question! "Grace!" I replied anxiously. "What are you doing?" She laughed. "Well, if you must know, I'm sliding up and down on a long, thick, hard cock. And I want you to join me baby." "Huh?" I asked. "You want me to join you? Is someone there Grace?" "There you go again," she giggled, sighing deeply at the same time. "Don't be so naughty! I can't believe you are getting off on picturing me getting fucked by a man. And no, I don't want you here with me. I want you to fuck yourself with the penis I sent you." A man? She said, "...getting fucked by a man." Not, "...getting fucked by 'another' man." What did she mean by that? But regardless, my initial euphoria, thinking she wanted to end our three-week separation, had been drowned. She wanted to have phone sex, with me using on myself the dildo she sent to me via Mandy. "Really?" was all I could reply. "Uggghhh! Yes! Yes! Really!" Damn! She must really be working her dildo hard! I felt really uncomfortable. But I didn't know what else to do. "O, okay," I answered. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, looking for some direction. "Aahhh! Get it wet first," she said. "Oh God! Yes! Suck it Danni! Suck it!" Jeez! Grace was really playing this up. I put the small penis against my lips and let my tongue slither around the head. "Are you sucking the cock Danni? Unnh!" "Yes," I answered. "Oh God! That is so hot! Do you wish your cock were bigger? Like the one fucking me now?" What?! Do I wish my cock were bigger? Grace wanted me to have a bigger cock? She said she liked big cocks. We know mine isn't big. What was she asking? If I could have a bigger cock, would I take it? Crap! Would I? Why wouldn't I? Maybe she wouldn't have me locked up in this cage! Playing these fucking mind games! "Do you?" she interrupted my tormented thoughts. "Like your tiny cock?" Fuck! Now my cock is "tiny?" "It, it's okay," I squeaked a weak reply. "Is it wet?" "Huh?" "Is the cock I sent you wet?" she repeated her question. I licked it again. Slid it completely inside my mouth and coated it with saliva. "Yes. It's wet," I answered. "Ugh,ugh! Okay then. Stick in your pussy," she said. "My pussy?" I replied. "Yeah! You know. Oh fuck! God! Yes! Fuck me!" "Grace? Are you, ah...?" "Am I stuffed with cock? Is that what you're asking? Oh God, yes! So big! So long! So hard! So much bigger than the one you have. Are you fucking yourself yet Danni? Hurry baby! I want us to orgasm together!" I was completely flummoxed at this point. I couldn't tell whether Grace was fucking with me - or what! Was she masturbating with a big dildo? Or, was she getting fucked by someone? Some man? Some man with a big, fat cock - much bigger than my tiny dick? I positioned the small dildo at the opening of my as, er, ah, pussy, and pressed it forward. The small penis-shaped dildo slid inside easily. I moved it in and out. I hated to admit it to myself, but it felt good. I stroked it across the spot Grace had massaged the night before with her fingers and began to feel the same tingling sensation. Involuntarily, I let out an audible sigh and grunt. "Danni?" Grace responded. "You're fucking yourself? With the tiny cock?" Oh! That's what she was referring to! Not that my cock was tiny! But that the dildo she sent me was tiny, compared to the one she was using! "Yes! I am!" I answered, relieved to finally understand her game. "Oh God! Does it feel good baby? Do you wish you had a bigger one?" "No! This feels good," I moaned. "Oh Danni! You may want to reconsider baby," she sighed. "Big cocks feel so good! I love big cocks! But if you're happy with your little dick, I understand. Let's cum together baby," she encouraged me. "Okay?" I was sliding the dildo back and forth at this point. Barely paying attention to what Grace was saying about loving big cocks. The one I had felt good. And didn't hurt. "Okay," I answered, grunting and groaning as my body reacted to the anal stimulation the thin penis was providing. "Okay!" she squealed. "Fuck me now!" she shouted out, almost as if she were talking to someone else. No way! There was no way Grace was actually getting fucked by someone! Someone who'd been listening to everything she and I had been saying? This was our own private fantasy. Surely Grace would not let someone else hear this! "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! You are so fucking huge! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Grace screamed out loud. The whole time she was yelling out, I continued fucking myself. The result was that just when it sounded as though Grace were having an orgasm, I experienced another of those full, body-shattering sensations, followed by a slow release of clear sperm from my imprisoned penis. "Danni?" Grace asked, out of breath. "Did you?" Equally out of breath myself now, I answered, "Yes. I did." "Was it good? Like last night?" It was. I had to admit it. Unlike any other orgasm I'd ever had. Unexplainably amazing. "Yes," I answered. "Like last night." "Did you taste it yet?" "N, no," I replied. "Go on," she said. "Taste it." I put my hand between my thighs and wiped as much as I could onto it, and then licked it off my fingers. "Is it good?" she asked. "Mm hmm," I admitted. "God Danni!" she exclaimed. " I wish you were here right now baby!" I smiled. I was glad to hear her say that. Even if we were going to be apart. It felt good knowing she wished we were together as much as I did. "Me too," I agreed. "Really?!" she asked. "So you could clean me out?" What?! Clean her out?! What was she saying? "You know how much I love it when you suck sperm out of me baby?" "Uh, yes," I admitted again. "God! I wish your tongue were inside of my pussy right now!" she exclaimed. I was utterly confused at this point. I just knew she had to be playing mind games with me. I decided to play along. "Mmm. Me too! Me too!" "Oh Danni! I love you so much! I can't wait to marry you and have you forever," Grace said. "I can't wait either." And I meant it. I couldn't wait. Three more fucking weeks! I hoped I could survive. "Well baby," she cooed. "That was fun. Now it's time to go beddie bye. Night night! Smooch." "Goodnight Grace," I answered as she abruptly hung up her phone, disconnecting us. I lay in bed alone, thinking about what had just happened. There was no way Grace wasn't playing games with me. There was just no way that she was lying in her bed, with some other guy right now, having just been fucked while I fucked myself with a dildo, playing along with some sick game with Grace. No way! Or was there? Getting to sleep was difficult. I just could not get the image of Grace in bed with someone else out of my brain. Maybe fucking who ever it was again, right now, for all I knew.