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Chapter Twenty-five - Dinner With Friends Something internal woke me early. And I knew what it was. I wanted to get over to Grace's as soon as possible. In the shower, I shaved my legs and underarms smooth. I dressed in jeans and a golf shirt. Underneath, I wore a pair of plain white nylon bikini panties, a short, white slip, and a pair of black nylon stay-up stockings, a wide lace band at the top. I slipped my black high heels into a gym bag. I had a little surprise for Grace when I got to her apartment. On the way to Grace's, I stopped off to pick up some Krispy Kreme donuts as a treat. As I entered the lobby of Grace's building for the first time in nearly two weeks, Walter, the doorman, was manning the front desk. "Hi Walter," I greeted him cheerily. "Good day Mr. Thompson," he greeted me in reply. "Good to see you. I haven't seen you in a while. Have you been out of town?" he inquired. "Uh, no," I hesitated. "I've, uh, had some things to take care of before the wedding," I explained, unprepared for needing a lie to tell people about why Grace and I were not spending time together. "I understand sir," Walter said. "Ms. Andrews told me to send you on up. I'll access her apartment for you," he said, as he accompanied me to the elevator and entered an access code to send the car to Grace's. As I rode up, my stomach was fluttering with butterflies. I was so excited to be seeing Grace again. Maybe she was right about the separation thing. It had certainly heightened my anticipation of being with her. Just as the elevator climbed above the floors below Grace's penthouse, I quickly removed my shoes, jeans and shirt. Stuffing them inside my bag, I slipped the heels on my feet. As the elevator opened to Grace's apartment, I struck a sexy, come hither pose, fully expecting to find Grace waiting for me. But when they opened, no one was there. Slowly, I stepped off of the elevator, and into the foyer. I looked around but did not see Grace. I called her name. No answer. I continued walking, slowly, sexily, into her apartment. "Grace?" I called her name again. I looked onto the balcony. There was no one there. I opened her bedroom door. "Grace?" Again, no answer. Her bed was unmade, and there were clothes strewn all about. I could not hear water running, so she wasn't in the shower. I turned to go to the kitchen. Where could she be? As I contemplated my question, I noticed a note on the kitchen counter. I picked it up. In Grace's cursive, she'd written, "Hi Sissy. I had to run out for a while. Sorry. I'll be back in time for us to get dressed for dinner tonight. I hope you don't mind. Would you be a doll, and straighten things up a bit? Laundry and all? Clean sheets? I laid your uniform out on the guest bed. Thanks lover. Smooch, Grace." Fuck! She wanted me to be her maid today?! And what was I going to do about it? Right! Nothing! Fuck! I couldn't believe this! I had gotten myself all worked up. I'd even gone so far as to try to surprise her with this sexy welcome outfit. And all for nothing! I was pissed! But mostly with myself for doing nothing to stop her. Fuck! Why did I love her so?! I went to the guest room. Lying on the guest bed was a short, pink maid's uniform. The petticoat was black. The panties were pink with black rows of lace lining the butt. There was a black garter belt with a pair of black fishnet stockings to attach. Shiny, black paten leather heels. Six inches at least. Strapless pink bra. I took off my slip and panties and changed into my uniform. I stuffed my cups with my DD forms. After checking myself out in the mirror, I fitted the long black wig with bangs Grace left for me to wear. This was a new one. The bangs gave me a different look. I liked it. I went to Grace's vanity and applied makeup. For the first time in over a week, I was able to see my face as a woman, instead of a feminized guy. I surveyed the disaster in her room. Her sheets were a mess. Grace must have had a restless sleep. I pulled the sheets off and carried them into the laundry room and started my first load of wash. I returned to her room and began picking up the clothes she'd left strewn around everywhere. There were panties and bras all over. It was almost like she'd just taken them off and thrown them onto the floor for the past week. I piled them into Grace's already overflowing dirty clothes hamper, and carried everything into the laundry room. It was going to take me at least an hour to hand wash all of Grace's dirty lingerie, so I decided I better get to it. As I usually did, I began with the least dirty items. Thus, I saved her panties for the end. Once I'd washed her bras, slips, pantyhose and stockings, I turned my attention to her underwear. I lifted the first pair up to examine. The crotch was stained a pale yellowish color. They were crusty. I held them to my nose and breathed deeply. The aroma of Grace's femininity was intoxicating. It had been too long. My mind began fantasizing that perhaps tonight she'd allow me to please her, even if she would not permit me freedom from my cage. I began washing her many pairs of panties. With each pair I permitted myself a breathy cocktail of Grace's sweet, though sometimes raunchy, scent. My penis was swollen tight, to a point of soreness, within its cage. Once the task of washing her lingerie was complete, I went to make her bed, again imagining myself inside of it with her tonight. After making the bed, I went to get her lingerie after it dried and took it to Grace's room to fold and put away. That task took a while. Then, the final job, vacuuming. I was in the middle of vacuuming the living room when the elevator bell rang. Grace entered the hall and stopped when she saw me cleaning her house. I turned off the vacuum cleaner and turned to face her. "Sissy!" she exclaimed, pleased to see me. "My, my, don't you look scrumptious?!" I curtsied for her. "Hello Mistress Grace!" I replied in a husky, yet soft and sexy voice. Grace was holding several bags. She'd obviously been shopping. One bag had the unmistakable design and markings of Grace's high-end lingerie store. The other two were garment bags from Nieman-Marcus. Almost dismissively, Grace said, "I'm going to get a bath Sissy. Why don't you come in when you finish out here?" "Yes ma'am," I replied submissively, accepting that, for now, I was Sissy. Grace left me in the living room to finish vacuuming. She went into her bedroom. I completed the job, and then followed to her room. Lying in a heap in the middle of her bedroom floor were her skirt, top, heels, panties, bra, and pantyhose. I stooped to pick everything up. I returned her heels to the closet, and then hung up the skirt. I put the worn panties and other items in her now empty clothes hamper. I then went to the bathroom. Grace was lying back in her tub, her breasts peeking out from just beneath the bubbles that covered the surface. Grace smiled at me as I stood looking down at her. "Sissy," she said. "Would you please go get us each a glass of wine?" This felt weird. Grace had invited me over today, in anticipation of our date tonight. But so far, I had only been serving as her maid. She hadn't even acknowledged me as her fianc? - only as Sissy. Nonetheless, I turned and went to retrieve us each a glass of wine. I returned with two glasses of chilled Chardonnay. I handed Grace her glass. She tipped her glass to mine and said, "To us." "To us," I responded. I took a sip. Mmmm. It tasted delicious. Grace then tapped the edge of the tub. "Sissy," she said. "Kneel here beside me." I did as directed. She then handed me a sponge and pointed to the bar of soap. She wanted me to bathe her. Okay. That wouldn't be so bad. I picked up the bar of soap and lathered the sponge full of suds. Leaning over her body, just above her floating breasts, I began to gently wash her. Grace closed her eyes as I slowly scrubbed her clean. I spent several minutes washing her boobs. I could tell by her sighs that it felt good to her. Then, I eased down to her V, and began slowly rubbing up and down her slit. Grace involuntarily permitted her thighs to spread open, inviting me to rub her pussy. As I rubbed her, Grace moaned and mewed, pressing her hips upward to increase the pressure. Before long, she began having an orgasm as I massaged her clit with the soapy sponge. "Oh yes! Sissy yes! God that feels good! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. When she finished, she slumped back down in the tub. Only then did she open her eyes, smiling appreciatively at me. "I love you baby," she told me. Enough said. With those simple words, Grace wiped out any misgivings I felt about being her servant for the day. Grace then lifted one of her legs out of the water and rested her heel on the edge of the tub. She nodded at the razor and shave cream on the side of the tub. I picked up the can, filled my palm with foamy cream, and spread it along her leg. Then, using the pink, Lady Schick razor, I gently began stroking Grace's leg, shaving her smoothly. To myself, I thought of the irony that this was the second pair of legs I'd shaved today, and each pair I'd shaved for Grace - mine, and now hers. When I'd finished her legs, without her telling me to, I performed the same service upon her underarms. "Turn the shower on Sissy?" she suggested. "I'd like to rinse." I rose and turned the shower on warm. Then, holding my hand out, I helped her stand. The bubbles clung to her body as she revealed her beautiful shape to me. As she stepped inside, she smiled seductively at me and said, "Come on in. I'll wait." Wow! Okay! Now I was a happy camper! I went to the guest room, took off my uniform and put everything away. I dropped my panties into Grace's hamper and went to join her in the shower. I didn't even think of the fact that my penis was trapped in the plexiglass cage. I had actually grown accustomed to the weight of the cage hanging between my legs. Although, I was glad that most of the time the weight was contained in the panties I wore all of the time now. A blast of steam burst out when I opened the shower door. I could see Grace's smile as I stepped in. She pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth. "Hi Danni," she greeted me for the second time since she'd returned home. "It's good to see you. I've really missed you baby." "I've really missed you too," I admitted, as I relished the touch of her naked body pressing against mine. "It won't be much longer," she promised. "And we'll enjoy tonight too." "Sounds good to me," I agreed heartily. We kissed each other for several minutes. When we broke, Grace handed me her shampoo, signifying that she wanted me to wash her hair. I poured a large glob of her creamy shampoo onto my palm, and began massaging it onto her scalp. I worked the lather up and spread it throughout her thick, dark mane. When I'd washed her hair thoroughly, I pulled her beneath the hot water and rinsed the suds out. Then, I performed the same ritual with her cream rinse. Grace reached over and shut off the water. I grabbed us each a towel, handing one to her, and then dried myself off. There were two robes hanging on her bathroom door. I selected the red one and draped it over my shoulders. Grace wore the sheer white one. Her erect nipples poked out prominently in front. God! She had an amazing body! And it was going to be all mine in two weeks. I couldn't wait. Grace went into her bedroom and stopped by her vanity. She picked up two bottles of nail polish, one red and one pink, and then went to her bed and crawled on. She beckoned me to join her. "Come here Danni," she said to me. "Let's do each other's toenails." I crawled up on her bed and we sat across from each other. She handed me the bottle of red polish. Grace took one of my feet onto her lap, and stretched one of hers onto mine. The result was that I was staring right at her pussy as I began to paint her nails. I know this may sound strange, but I was kind of getting off on this simple little act of shared intimacy. As we did each other's nails, Grace told me what she'd been doing all day while I cleaned her place. She had been shopping and bought each of us an outfit to wear on our dinner date. I was immediately apprehensive, but I hoped she hadn't gotten me anything I couldn't wear in front of my sister or Rex. "I don't know about you," she said. "But I'm kind of looking forward to tonight. I've missed you." "Yeah," I replied. "Me too. It ought to be fun," I agreed, even though I was concerned about being around Rex, with my sister and Grace. "I want us to get each other ready too. Okay?" I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I agreed. After our toenails dried, Grace got off the bed and went to the vanity. "Come help me with my hair Danni," she told me. I walked over and she handed me her blow drier and a hairbrush. I guess she meant for me to do her hair. Okay. I took them from her, and went to work. It only took about fifteen minutes, but as her hair dried and I brushed it out, it looked shiny and beautiful, with lots of waves. When I set down the brush and drier, she handed me her eye shadow. She really expected me to do her makeup. The idea that she'd trust me to do that was crazy. But the truth was, I had gotten pretty good at it, so I don't know why I thought it was such a big deal. I worked my way through everything. Mascara, blush and lipstick. When I was done, Grace gave herself an appraising look in the mirror. "Very nice Danni," she complimented me. "I may let you get me ready for all of my dates in the future." "Okay," I said. I guess I could do that for her. She stood up. "Okay," she said. "Time to get dressed." She went to her bags and began pulling out lingerie. Two different sets were lined up on top of Grace's bed. On one side of the bed, she laid out a pair of black lace, net thong panties, with a matching garter belt and push-up bra. Sheer black stockings. On the other side, she laid out pink, French-cut panties with black lace insets, and a pink corset edged with black lace. Black stockings. I looked at Grace. She was watching me reach my own understanding of what she intended. Was I going to make a fuss? I knew what Grace wanted. She wouldn't have bought the lingerie if it were not what she wanted. I knew what she expected even. And, almost instinctively, I knew which set she'd bought for me, and which one she'd bought for herself. I walked over to her and picked up the black lace garter belt. I moved behind her and wrapped it around her hips and gently fastened it in back. Then, I picked up the black lace thong and, kneeling in front of her, watched her step inside, and then I lifted the skimpy panty up her legs and settled it around her thick, dark bush. Next, picking up first one, and then the other, I rolled the stockings up and carefully pulled them up her thighs and fastened them to the garter clips surrounding her belt. Finally, I picked up the black lace bra and settled it under her breasts, lifting them upward inside of the demi-cups, and clipped it behind her back. I stood up and kissed her. "You look so sexy Grace," I told her. "Any man would be a fool not to want you." She smiled appreciatively at me. "And clearly, you are no fool Danni." Grace then repeated the ritual I'd just performed, except that she performed it upon me. She took a lot of time with the corset. She turned me to face her bed, directing me to hold onto the bedpost. She slowly tightened the strings along the back seam of the corset until I didn't know if I could stand it. "Ugh," I groaned as she pulled the laces tighter. "What?!" she asked, no trace of pity or understanding in her voice. "It hurts," I whined in reply. "Breathe in deeply," was her response. I took a huge gulp of air. "Hold that," she directed me as she pulled the strings even tighter. "Grace!" I yelped involuntarily, my voice squeaky. "One more," she urged me. "Grace?" I pleaded. "Why? It hurts!" "Sshsh! Just one more," she insisted. I took one more deep breath and she yanked the laces even harder, cinching the corset so tightly around my torso that I feared I might pass out. "There!" she exclaimed, finally satisfied. "Turn around and let me see." I let go of the bedpost and faced my fianc?. Grace eyed me up and down. Moving closer, she pulled me against her body. She grasped my balls with one hand, while holding me firmly against her body, and pressed her shiny lips onto mine and kissed me hard and deep, her tongue exploring my mouth. Breaking away momentarily, she bent down and took one of my tits into her mouth and sucked. She then switched and did the other. "God!" she cried out. "Why did I give your sister that key?! I would so love it if you could fuck me right now Danni. Would you like that baby?" Boy would I? "Yes! " I replied eagerly. "It's a good thing then," she came back. "A good thing what?" I asked, confused. Did she want me to fuck her or not? "That she has it silly! Otherwise we could end up ruining our wedding night." "Oh," I answered meekly, sorry to hear that she intended to stick to the plan. I hoped maybe she would change her mind. By now, the pressure of my cock swelling within its prison was painful. I desperately wanted relief. Then, Grace broke away and retrieved the stockings from the bed. She had me step in them, and she settled them onto my legs and fastened them. Finally, she snuggled my penis into the pink panties. When she finished, she stood and kissed me full on my mouth one more time, her lipstick leaving a healthy coating upon my lips. Grace then retrieved the last two bags. She handed one to me. I looked inside and found that it contained one item. When I withdrew it, I was slightly surprised. No. More like shocked. The single item of clothing was a dress. A black dress made of the flimsiest material. And not very much of it either. Grace was going to be barely covered in this dress. If she wasn't careful, a good view would be possible. "Do you like it?" she asked. "It's, ah, sort of, ah small," I replied. "You'd think it wouldn't have cost so much," she laughed. "I think I paid for the label. The label read 'Donna Karen.' "Help me put it on?" she asked. I held it in my hands and helped her slip her arms through the shoulder straps, and then tugged it down until it hung straight. The hem barely covered her ass. And the neckline didn't even conceal the top edge of lace on her bra, leaving her cleavage fully exposed above the top of the scalloped edge. She stepped into her heels, and spun around. "What do you think? Will I turn heads?" "If you don't give them heart failure first," I answered, not really joking. "That hot huh?" she retorted. "Yeah," I admitted. Then, she reached into the other bag. "Wait until you see what I've bought for you." I was filled with trepidation at this point. It was one thing to be dressed in such girly, femmy, underwear. But I took solace knowing that whatever I wore for Grace beneath my clothing was for her eyes only. So long as, when we went out, she let me dress like a man. My fear turned out to be justified. At first, I really did think she was joking. Grace was holding up a pair of black pants that looked to be made of a material similar to her dress. On the hanger with the pants was a grey, almost silky looking shirt - more like a blouse. I would have sworn they were women's clothes. I held my tongue as Grace seemed to be gauging my reaction. "So? What do you think?" she asked, anxious to hear my critique. "Uh," I hesitated. "Do you like it?" I asked her, trying to avoid saying what I really thought. I hated the idea of Rex or my sister seeing me dressed like that. "Duh!" she answered. "It's like the latest fashion Danni! Of course I like it! Come on!" she encouraged me. "I'll help you get dressed. Stand in front of the mirror." I wanted to say no. That this was going too far. I willingly let her dress me in lingerie for her own private thrill. But this outfit was too much. And yet, inexplicably, I couldn't bring myself to say anything in protest. Instead, I let her move me in front of her full- length mirror. It was then that I forgot about the outfit she was about to make me wear. The corset, laced so tightly around my body, had lifted two mounds of flesh above the lacy, top edge, to create what appeared to be a pair of breasts, even though rather small. And on the front of each one was the perfect, red, lipstick colored shape of Grace's mouth, where she'd kissed and sucked them moments earlier. Surely Grace could see that she'd created a boob effect. "Grace?" I whispered. She moved up close behind me, pressing her amazing body firmly against mine. "Yeah baby?" "Look," I said, nodding in the mirror. "I know," she answered. "You're beautiful." "Bu, but I ha, have b, b, breasts," I choked out the words. "Huh?" she responded. Then, she wrapped her arms around me and took one in each hand, cupping them, softly massaging them. "These?" she asked. "Y, yes," I stammered. "Not really," she disagreed. "Maybe a little. But they're kind of cute." "But, won't people notice?" I tried to reason. "What?" she asked, my concern not registering with her. "Do you think you should wear a bra? Is that it?" "No!" I nearly shouted. What was she talking about? "Of course not!" She laughed. "Just kidding," she smiled. "Of course you don't need a bra. Not for these," she said, giving them each another squeeze. "But your shirt is billowy. And you'll have a sport jacket on too. No one will even be able to tell." I wasn't so sure. But it was obvious Grace did not plan to loosen the strings. "I hope not," was all I could say. "Here," she said. "Step into these," she directed me, as she stooped to help me into my trousers. The lightweight fabric hung loosely upon my legs. Grace clipped them in front and helped me into my shirt. She buttoned it up and then tucked it into my waistband. Finally, she zipped and secured the pants. They fit snugly in front, and against my butt. I didn't even want to turn and look at the rear. I was certain that they framed my ass like a woman's. I was thankful to know she intended for me to wear a sport coat. That might make the close fit of the pants harder to notice. "Grace?" I asked uncomfortably. "These are men's clothes? Aren't they?" Grace looked at me like I was a moron. "Danni?" she replied impatiently. "Are you a man?" she queried. "Yes!" I answered emphatically. "Of course I am!" She then looked at me as if I were a simpleton. "Okay then," she said, as if that settled it. "But," I began, and she cut me off. "Danni! If you're going to question your manhood whenever I buy you some clothes, I'll just stop shopping for you. We could cancel tonight if you'd prefer." That was not what I wanted! "No! It's fine. It's just a little di, different. That's all." Grace smiled. "Very well then. Here," she said, handing me the sport coat. "Try this on." I slipped my arm in one sleeve, and then the other. I wriggled the jacket over my shoulders. It fit snugly at the shoulders. The sleeves were not as full as my other jackets either. And they were a bit short. Grace tugged my shirt-sleeves out at the bottom, causing the entire cuff to be revealed. She then grabbed the lapels and pulled them inward. "You're supposed to button it in the center," she explained as she assisted me. The effect was that the jacket fit the contour of my body, shaped by the corset. Grace stood back and admired the outfit. "You look delicious!" she told me lustfully. She handed me a pair of my dress shoes to put on, and she fetched her heels from her closet. When we stood together, Grace in six-inch stilettos, she towered over me by a few inches. She must have noticed the look of horror on my face. I already felt that my outfit looked feminine. Now my fianc? was taller than me. "You know what would look good with that Danni?" she suggested. I shook my head, "No." "Your cowboy boots." My cowboy boots?! More like cowgirl boots. But I understood what she was saying. I'd worn them once, and gotten away with it, to a limited extent. The boots would lift my heels enough that I wouldn't look so puny next to Grace. It was worth a try. It couldn't be much worse. "Uh, okay," I agreed reluctantly. "Excellent! I'll get them. You take those off." I sat to remove my shoes. Grace returned with the boots and kneeled down to help me squeeze my feet into them. As she did so, I recalled how femme the heels were - not really the style of heel you'd expect to see on a cowboy boot. When I stood, however, I was eye-level with Grace. That was reassuring. Grace seemed satisfied as well. "You look great!" she complimented me. "Very handsome!" I had my doubts, but thanked her nonetheless. As we were leaving, I picked up my wallet and went to put it in my pocket, but found the pants I wore had none. I opened the lapel of my sport coat, and there were no pockets in there either. I looked at Grace, who was watching me, witnessing my dilemma. "Here," she said. "I'll carry it in my purse. I doubt you'll need it. Rex is buying dinner. Come on," she urged me. "Let's go." We left her apartment, me worrying the entire time that anyone we passed was critiquing my outfit. The heels on my boots forced me to walk with a sway, so I had to be very deliberate about not doing that. We hailed a cab on the street, and within a few minutes, we were being dropped off in front of the Willard Hotel. As soon as we exited the cab, I began worrying about entering the hotel dressed as I was. The Willard was a fancy place. Lots of well connected "beautiful" people. I could easily run into people from my firm, or clients even. And no matter what Grace said, or how I tried to pretend, I knew this outfit was not very masculine looking. Thus, I was hyper-aware of all eyes directed our way. And, being in the company of Grace, many sets of eyes were upon us. Grace seemed oblivious to the glances and stares. But then, she was accustomed to being looked at. I wasn't. And feeling self-conscious already, I would rather be invisible. We entered an elevator that would take us to the rooftop dining room. Surprisingly, we were alone. Grace smiled wickedly as she shoved me against the elevator wall. She aggressively attacked me, kissing me hard and deep. When she released me, she said, "God! I love you so much! Do you have any idea how hot you make me?" I was taken aback, but not displeased. "I'm glad that I do," I replied. "And, uh, I love you too." The elevator lurched to a stop, the bell chiming. Just before the doors opened, Grace released me. She straightened her dress and brushed her hair back off of her face. I felt flush from the sudden attack. I followed Grace into the restaurant and we searched for Rhonda and Rex. We found them near the balcony railing, seated at a round table, with place settings for eight people. I was confused, as I thought it would just be the four of us. Rhonda saw us approaching from across the restaurant and waved. Rex stood with her to greet us. Rhonda and Grace hugged each other enthusiastically, like two sisters might do. I noticed that Rhonda was sexily attired. Her plaid skirt was short and tight. And her white blouse fit across her breasts snugly. It had been a while since I'd seen her dress that way. And if she wasn't doing it for Rex, I might not have cared so much. But I couldn't help thinking of him as a cock- hound, and didn't approve of him being with my sister. As the girls hugged, Rex and I shook hands, his grip firm and controlling. He said hi and thanked us for joining them. He didn't say anything, but I could sense he was looking at my outfit, sizing up why I was dressed as I was. After greeting Grace, Rhonda approached to hug me also. Suddenly, I realized I didn't want too warm of an embrace, concerned that she might notice my corset. "Hi Dan!" she said as she put her arms out for a hug. I moved in for a quick hug and retreat, to prevent her from lingering. "Hi Rhonda," I greeted her. Then, following up on my observation of seats, I asked, "Is someone else joining us?" "Yeah! I invited Mandy, figuring it would be fun to get the wedding party together. But she had plans with Gayle, so we invited them both to join us with their dates. They should be here soon." "Oh wow!" Grace exclaimed. "This is going to be so great! Thank you guys for organizing it." "Always happy to please you Grace," Rex intoned. "Yes Rex," she came back. "And you've always done such a great job too." Rhonda was standing by me as Rex and Grace traded barbs. "Interesting outfit Dan," she observed. "That's not your usual style," she added. I shrugged uncomfortably. "Gr, Grace bought it for me," I answered feebly. Rex interrupted. "Kinda reminds me of that get up you wore to Mandy's party." "He's actually wearing the same boots," Grace joined in. "I think he looks fabulous!" "Yeah," Rex said. "Fabulous." Rhonda was giving me the once over. "Well, it is stylish. I'll say that. It certainly highlights your trim physique." Just then, a waiter approached, and took our drink orders. Grace and I sat down. Just as our drinks arrived, in walked Mandy and Gayle. They were each as sexy looking as Grace and Rhonda. Mandy was wearing a short, white tulle skirt dress, with a black corset top. Gayle had on a tight, red leather mini-skirt, and a tight white top that barely contained her boobs. Each of the guys they were with looked like an athlete. And it turns out, they were. Mandy's date was Ryan Kerrigan, the second year linebacker for the Redskins. And Gayle was with a huge black guy who, it turned out, was Fred Davis, the Redskins' sensational tight end. I knew football players were big, but in person these guys were like monsters. They even made Rex look pretty average. And me? Constricted in my corset, to enhance my slenderness, I looked puny. I wanted to slink away and die at that point. But I couldn't. I was stuck. The girls had to go through their girly hellos. The guys kind of stood around, waiting for them to settle down. Rex introduced himself, and then me. Ryan's and Fred's hands engulfed mine. Rex then joked them, "Well, this here is a fine thing! I reckon I'm gonna break one of ma rules." "Yeah bro'?" Fred Davis asked. "What rule you gon' break?" "I'm gonna do somethin nice fer a Redskin. Ya see, I'm from Texas? Not really a fan." "Ha!" added Kerrigan. "Don't worry about it buddy. Shoot! We might end up being Cowboys before our careers are over. We play for whoever writes the check." "Well hell," Rex laughed. "I can drink to that!" Everyone laughed at the exchange. I tried to act like I thought it was hilarious, even though I felt like a complete outsider. Then, everyone sat down and the newcomers ordered drinks. Mandy sat on the other side of me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Hey roomy, soon to be," she grinned. "Love your outfit!" she said. Crap! I couldn't get away from people highlighting my suit. "Uh, thanks," I replied uncomfortably. As the conversation continued, I felt more and more out of place. Rex, Davis and Kerrigan, were talking football and oil. And it was like they just didn't consider me part of their "guy" conversation. The girls were all chatty too. So, I sort of sat there and smiled, wishing I wasn't dressed as I was. The waiter came and everyone ordered. Fresh drinks were delivered. The alcohol loosened me up a little. But it loosened everyone else up too. Things became a little boisterous. Fred Davis addressed my sister. "So Rhonda, what up wit da little key roun yo neck?" I hadn't noticed it before. Rhonda was wearing a pearl necklace. But, there, fastened in the center, was the key to my chastity belt. Rhonda laughed. I could see Grace, Mandy, and Gayle exchange knowing glances. "Honestly Fred," Rhonda replied. "I haven't the foggiest idea. Grace gave it to me and made me swear not to lose it. And I can't give it up until their wedding day," she explained. Davis said, "Is dat right?" appearing quite intrigued. "What da story Grace?" he asked her. Everyone looked at Grace for an answer. Grace wasn't biting, thank God. "It's just a special secret between Danni and me. No one else needs to know. "Right baby?" "Yep," I answered, relieved to have that subject over with. "Aw come on!" Davis called her out. "You cain't leave a brotha hangin' like dat babe! What give?" "Sorry Fred," Grace replied firmly. "Not gonna discuss it. It's between me and my man." Davis looked at me with a funny grin, like he was going to question my manhood. But, then he seemed to remember he was a guest and let it go. "Alright den," he said. "But it sho sound funky to me. Don't it y'all?" he asked Ryan and Rex. They just chuckled. Ryan said, "I could swear I've seen one of those keys before," he said. I squirmed in my seat. "Oh yeah?" Davis asked. "Where bout?" "It's probably not the same kind of key," Kerrigan answered. "What is it bro'?" Davis pressed. "I'll tell ya later Fred. Now's not the time." "Well, what da fuck!" Davis chuckled. "My own teammate gon' keep me in the dark. Alright," Fred conceded. "But I ain't gon' let you forget." "Okay," Ryan said. "No problem." As if she understood my turmoil from this conversation, Mandy rested her hand on my thigh and patted it. Her finger came directly in contact with the garter straps connected to my corset. She let her slender fingers linger there for a moment too long for my comfort. Just then, the waiter led a small crew of helpers to deliver our food. Everything looked, and smelled, delicious. We set about eating. I hoped that would be the end of the key discussion. But I couldn't prevent my eyes from stealing glances at the key dangling menacingly from my own sister's neck. Did she really not know? God! I hoped she didn't. "Rhonda?" Grace addressed my sister. "Yes?" Rhonda replied. "If I were to tell you that I think I'd like the key back? Just for tonight? Would you give it to me?" My sister laughed heartily. "You're funny Grace," she said. Grace looked into my sister's eyes. "No. I'm serious. I think I'd like to have the key back. Just for tonight. I'll return it to you tomorrow." What was Grace doing? Was she going to let me out for tonight? "Okay Grace," Rhonda agreed, but not seeming to take Grace seriously. "You can have the key. Sure." "I'd like it now," Grace pressed. "Graaacce! No! You told me, 'Under no circumstances are you to let this key out of your possession until my wedding day.' Do you remember? What kind of sister-in-law would I be if I just caved the first time you tested me. So no, you may not have the key." Grace looked genuinely shocked that Rhonda was holding her ground. "I see," she said stoically. "Well, I suppose that's that." "Damn key unlock somethin' pretty fuckin' valuable, is all I got ta say," Fred Davis rejoined. He was having fun with the whole key thing. As the exchange between Grace and my sister was taking place, the band began playing behind us. Grace, seeming nonplussed at her defeat, stood and asked me to dance. So, rising from the table, I was a bit unsteady at first. Luckily, I caught my balance. Then, with Grace holding my hand, I felt the eyes at the table watching me try to walk without swaying like a swishy girl. Grace pulled me close and we moved across the floor, holding each other as we did so. "Well," she whispered in my ear. "I tried baby. Damn your sister! That is exactly what I told her too. Word for word. I definitely know I can trust her now." "Thanks for trying," I whispered back. "Yeah. Well. I just really want to be fucked tonight. I'm so amped up after getting all dressed up like we are. I guess we're going to have to figure out something else. Okay?" "Sure," I answered. "Whatever you want." I was so heartened and grateful that she'd actually tried to free me for tonight. I was willing to do anything for her. Maybe I'd try to say something to Rhonda, if I got the chance. I noticed the others had joined us on the dance floor. The next song was a fast song, and the girls were really rocking, shaking their bodies and looking really sexy. I felt weird dancing in the boots, because the heels were so much like high heels. The next song was another slow one. As Grace and I held each other, Gayle and Fred Davis moved past us. Fred tapped me on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in bro'?" he asked, as he passed Gayle's hand to me to switch partners. I was caught off guard and said, "Uh, sure." I let go and began dancing with Gayle. Gayle was taller than me, even in my heels. I looked up to see her smiling at me. "Are you excited?" she asked. Excited? Why would she ask me something like that? "About the wedding Danni. Are you excited about the wedding?" "Oh! Yes! I am! I can't wait!" "It's going to be awesome," Gayle agreed. "I can't wait for the trip." "Yeah. We're looking forward to it. Is Fred coming with you?" "Mmmm. I hope so," she cooed. As Gayle and I danced, I caught a glance of Grace dancing with Fred Davis. She was pressed firmly against his athletic body. He had his huge, black hands wrapped around her ass cheeks, possessing her, as if he owned her. God! His hands were fucking enormous! Amazing! No wonder he was able to catch a football so well. I felt a tremor of worry at the way he was holding my fianc? though. Not to mention, the way she was permitting herself to be held. She seemed to be enjoying his touch a bit too much. I must have been completely distracted, because I never noticed as Rex and Rhonda danced up beside Gayle and me. Rex deftly handed Rhonda off to me, and waltzed off with Gayle. "Hi," my sister smiled sweetly, as she twirled me away from the others. "Hi," I replied. "Having fun?" she asked. "Yeah. This has been nice. It's great to see you. I have to admit though, I was a little surprised to hear you were in town." "Mmmm. Like I said. It was sort of last minute." "And mom? She and Mrs. Andrews are sure hitting it off," I offered. "They really are!" Rhonda agreed. "I haven't seen mom this happy in a while." "That's a good thing," I said. As we danced, I noticed Rhonda moving her hands along my shoulder, and slid them down my back. Suddenly I felt a wave of panic wash over me. What if Rhonda felt the corset Grace had me wearing? "It is," she sighed, almost as if she were thinking of something else. I looked in her eyes, and saw the sparkle. "What?" I asked her. "It's just," she began. "It's been so long since I..." she trailed off. "It feels good Dan." "Oh!" I responded, suddenly getting it. And even though it was Rex, I was happy for her. "Well, that's good too," I told her. She laughed. "A little better than good I'd say. But I get what you mean." It was then that I noticed her absent-mindedly running her fingers along the center of my back, her touch definitely feeling the laces of my corset. It was her turn to read my eyes. "Dan?" "What?" I answered, hoping she didn't notice. "I noticed you seem slimmer tonight. Are you wearing a corset?" she asked me point blank. "Huh?" I asked, trying to play dumb. "Come on Dan," she challenged me. "You're wearing a corset. Aren't you?" "It's not what you think Rhonda," I whispered, hoping no one would overhear our conversation. "What is it then?" she asked impatiently. "Does Grace know?" I nodded. "Yes," I answered meekly. "What? Is it her idea?!" she asked, a tone of astonishment in her voice. Again, I nodded. "Dan?" my sister asked. "Are you alright?" I didn't know how to answer. Was I? My sister was now in on my secret. "I love her," my voice cracked. "I love her." Rhonda held me like only a big sister can. She patted my shoulder, continuing to rub along the stitched up back of my corset. "Okay then," she whispered softly in my ear. "Okay. Love conquers all Dan," she said. I loved Rhonda. I really did choose the best, Best Man I could have thought of. "Thanks," I replied. Just then the music stopped playing. The band took a break, and we all returned to the table. Rex immediately ordered a fresh round of drinks. When Fred Davis sat down he addressed me. "Dat's a mighty fine woman you got der Danni," he said. "Mighty fine." "Thanks," I responded, a bit awkwardly. Grace actually appeared to be blushing. Had something happened? Gayle was watching the exchange as well. She snuggled up to Fred and said, in a mocking possessive tone, "Now, now Fred. You can't have all of us tonight. I'm taking you home with me." Fred gave her a surprised look. "O' course I am baby," he assured her. "I's jes tellin' Danni here, he a lucky man. Dat's all." "Okay," she cooed. "I forgive you." Rex laughed at the exchange between Gayle and Fred. "It looks to me like we all got a woman to go home with. I don't expect any of us gonna be goin' without tonight, eh boys?" he boasted lecherously. Fred and Ryan laughed, as did Mandy and Gayle. To Rhonda's credit, she didn't go crazy over Rex's sexist comment. Grace, on the other hand, was looking at me to see how I reacted. I knew that I wasn't going to be getting any, so I tried to temper my reaction, without looking like a complete wimp in front of the other guys. The evening wore on, with lots of conversation about the wedding. The girls danced some more together, and with us. I was a bit put out when Grace made sure to dance another slow dance with Fred Davis. Around midnight we decided it was time to call it a night. We all went downstairs and hailed separate cabs. All the girls hugged and the guys shook hands. Fred Davis' hand swallowed mine. He was a pretty nice guy though. Rhonda hugged me and said good night, but not before she ran her hand down the middle of my back. "Good night Danni," she said. That was the first time Rhonda ever called me anything other than Dan. "Good night," I replied. She gave me a smooch on my cheek, and then took Rex's hand and crawled in beside him in the cab. I immediately heard her laughing as she entered. "Stop that you naughty boy!" she screeched. But it didn't sound like she really wanted him to stop whatever he was doing. As Grace slipped in behind me, in an irritated tone, she said, "Sounds like Rhonda's going to get fucked tonight." I looked at her, surprised at her reaction. "Well! She wouldn't give me back the key! Anything would be better than nothing," she explained. 'Better than nothing?' I was, 'better than nothing?' She caught my reaction to her putdown. "I don't mean it that way baby," she apologized. "I just meant that I really wanted you to fuck me tonight. That's all." "It's okay," I assured her lamely. "I tried to get it from her too. You really made an impression on her when you asked her to keep it for you." "Well, it's just as well probably," Grace acknowledged. "But I expect you to make it up in other ways," she said menacingly. "Uh, okay," I said nervously. But I knew what she meant. And I was prepared to give her what she wanted. Grace cuddled close to me during the cab ride home. She let her hand rest on my crotch, cupping my plastic encased penis in her hand. "You looked nice tonight Danni," she complimented me. "Thanks for letting me dress you." I thought of what Rhonda had found out. "I don't mind," I told her honestly. 'Love conquers all.' That's what my big sister said. She was giving me her permission to be happy with Grace. Despite her dominant expectations. If Rhonda could accept it, then maybe it was okay. When we entered Grace's apartment, she asked, "Would you like to get comfortable and then have a drink on the balcony? This will definitely be our last night until the wedding," she explained. "We should make the most of it." I thought, if that were true, I didn't want to rush it. "Sure. That sounds like a nice idea." She led me to her room and told me to remove my outfit, but to leave on the lingerie I was wearing underneath. Grace went to her closet to change. I took off my jacket and blouse, and then sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my trousers. As I was arranging my outfit on a hanger, Grace stepped out of her closet. My jaw dropped. Grace looked amazing! Amazing! And scary. And intimidating. But oh so beautiful! She stood before me, enjoying the noticeable affect she was having upon me. She'd slipped into a black, latex mini-dress that just barely covered her ass. There were holes cut out in the dress for her boobs, leaving them poking out and easily accessible. To add to the aura, Grace was wearing knee-high boots that matched her dress, with heels at least six inches high, and long, elbow-length latex gloves. Dangling from her fingers was a pink bra, the cups covered in lace to match the panties I was wearing. "Here Sissy," she stated emphatically as she dropped the bra on my lap. "Put this on. Nothing else. Then make yourself up and join me on the balcony. Don't tarry lover," she warned. "I need some attention. And a lot of it," she nearly growled. Grace left me gawking up at her as she turned to leave. I was struck dumb. I had been looking forward to a nice, quiet evening with my fianc?. But she clearly had other plans, and I wondered how much it had to do with her frustration that my sister wouldn't give her the key to release me from my cage. Once Grace's intimidating force-field vanished, I pulled myself together. Standing, I slipped my arms in the bra straps, and then reached behind my back to fasten the clasps. Next, I went to her closet to find breast forms to fill the large cups. After slipping my feet into a pair of pink high heels, I went to her vanity and applied makeup. I was moving without thinking. Months ago, the idea that I would so deftly maneuver an eye-lining pencil to create a particular look was beyond my imagination. Now, not only could I quickly and efficiently do that very thing, but I knew almost intuitively how to mix various shades of eye-shadow, blush and lipstick. I examined the palette of color I'd painted upon my face. I looked pretty, even without a wig. But I wanted a certain look, now that I'd gone this far. Returning to Grace's closet I found what I was looking for - the dark auburn, shoulder-length wig. I settled it upon my head and fastened it securely to my own hair. Then, retrieving a brush from Grace's vanity, I brushed it until it was fluffy and full of life. 'Okay then,' I thought. 'Here goes nothing.' I prepared to make my entrance to the balcony. As I approached, Grace's back was to me. She was gazing across the expansive Potomac River, taking in the magnificent skyline of the Nation's Capital. My heels did not permit me to sneak up on her. And yet, even though it was obvious that I was behind her, Grace did not turn when I approached. A glass of white wine was already poured, and waiting for me on the table. Lifting it to my lips, I took a sip. Yum! It tasted delicious, and soothed my throat as it went down. I waited for Grace to acknowledge me, but she made no move to do so. I was beginning to feel anxious. "Grace?" I spoke quietly, a soft, oddly natural feminine tone in my voice. "Yes Sissy?" she replied. "Are you pretty love? Let me see," she said, as she turned to face me. I stood before her, feeling embarrassed as she devoured me with her eyes - a hungry, lustful examination. Her heels caused her to tower over me, even with me in my own. I felt embarrassed that I so easily allowed her to control me. That I was not more of a man. More of a man? Who was I kidding? I looked nothing like a man! Not like the men we'd been with tonight. I'd seen, too, how Grace danced, earlier, in the arms of Fred Davis. She melted against his muscular body, allowing him to wrap his huge hands around her butt. And I wondered if, given the opportunity, she would have given herself to him, rather than be here with me, her feminized fianc?. As though she could read my mind, Grace reached out and touched me softly on my cheek. "My pretty, pretty lover. Thank you for all you do for me." And just like that, Grace erased my anxieties. It was like Rhonda had said earlier, 'Love conquers all.' She leaned in close to me and breathed softly, seductively behind my ear. She gently bit my earlobe, causing goose bumps to run down my body, from head to toe. With one hand, she stroked one of my breasts, while with the other she squeezed my ass. Her exposed nipples were pressing against my silicone filled bra. "I wasn't sure this was a good idea at first," she whispered. "Letting you come here. I know it's difficult for you. Locked up the way you are. But tonight," she purred. "I'm so amped up that I'm glad you came. Even if your damned sister wouldn't relinquish the key! Aren't you?" she asked seductively. Under her spell, I nodded. "Right," she said. "I know. You want to fuck me. Believe me Sissy! I want to be fucked. I can't tell you how much a need a man to fuck me. But we're going to make do tonight lover. You and me. All you need to do is let go. And let Grace lead the way. Okay?" What was I supposed to say? 'No?' 'I want to be in charge?' Like that was going to happen? Besides, I was the one wearing frilly pink lace. Grace wore the dominatrix outfit. I nodded my acquiescence. "Good girl," she praised me, and then placed her mouth on mine and kissed me. It was a sweet, slow, sensuous kiss. "You're a good kisser Sissy," Grace mewed. "Such nice, soft, wet lips. I can't wait for you to suck my pussy tonight," she purred. "Can you?" Grace was exuding power and control in such a manner that I felt completely powerless to resist her. I shook my head, indicating that I, indeed, could not wait. "You like sucking me, don't you Sissy?" I nodded. "Like sucking my juices?" Again, I nodded. "And you like sucking cum out of me too, don't you?" I was powerless to put up any resistance. I nodded. "I wish I was full of cum now," she continued. I said nothing. Grace eyed me closely, watching for my reaction. "You'd like that? Wouldn't you Sissy?" I nodded. "That's one of the reasons I love you so. You're so giving. So willing to please me. Not like other guys I've been with. So special." I was confused about what she was doing. Her tone was sweet and loving. But what was she saying about me? Hell! I knew! She was saying I wasn't really a man. That I was her, si, sissy. With a hand behind my head, she coaxed my mouth to one of her aroused nipples. Understanding her expectations, I kissed it, slowly encircling the tit with my tongue, alternating kissing and sucking. Grace loudly sighed her appreciation. After several minutes she directed my mouth to her other breast. My lipstick left the telltale reminder that I'd been administering affection to the first one. I don't know who enjoyed what I was doing the most - Grace - or me. She let one hand rest gently upon my ass cheek, but otherwise she leaned against the balcony rail and simply relaxed, satisfaction oozing from her body. As for me, I entered another dimension, completely devoted to pleasing Grace. But make no mistake - I loved sucking on her amazing breasts. And I would have been content to do so for as long as she wished me to continue. But after I'd been pleasing first one, then the other, of her mammaries, Grace gave me the signal. All that I really required anymore, to know what Grace wanted - what she expected - was the slightest touch upon the top of my head - and I knew what to do. With Grace standing up, leaning against the balcony, I sank to my knees. She widened her stance, stretching the already tight latex hemline of her dress taut. I lifted the front edge just enough to expose her lovely mound. As I suspected, she wore no panties. The fur surrounding her vagina glistened with moisture, revealing that she was more than ready. I was enthralled with the beauty of her pussy, and thought how fortunate I was to be permitted the opportunity to worship it. And, that soon, Grace would be mine forever. Grace became impatient with my delay. "Sissy!" she hissed. "Please! Do me! Now!" The urgency in her voice brought me out of my reverie. The reference to me as 'Sissy' didn't phase me. I was so happy to be with Grace. I'd missed her so this past week. But now, kneeling before her, pleasing her, it hit me how much I needed to be with her. And I decided then, and there, that nothing would ever get in the way of my devotion to her. My tongue stretched upward, lightly grazing her damp pussy hair. Mmmm. She tasted delicious. I licked her. The inside of her vagina was slick with thick, sexual secretions. And I hadn't even gotten going yet. "Yes!" she sighed encouragingly. "Yes!" I opened my mouth and kissed her pussy, French kissing her orifice. Her body tightened reflexively in response to my attention. Grace pulled her hemline higher, releasing her thighs to spread even wider, giving me full access to her nest. As I delved deeper with my tongue, Grace squatted lower, pushing against my face. "Oh my God Sissy!" she exclaimed. "That feels so good. So, so good!" My penis was throbbing inside of the confinement of its chastity cage. It hurt, and felt wonderful, at the same time. Grace began lifting up and dropping down - just an inch or two each time - just enough to be driving her wet, engorged lips, onto my tongue. The height from her spiked boots caused her to be perfectly situated over my face as I kneeled beneath her. She urged me to lick and suck her. "That's it baby," she seethed. "Lick my cunt! Suck my cunt! I'm going to cum on your face baby! Get ready," she cautioned me. I could sense that she was nearing orgasm. Her cunt was soaking wet. Grace was grinding her snatch onto my face with each squat. I sucked and licked her feverishly. "Oh Sissy!" she screamed, so loudly I suspected that her neighbors would hear her. "Here it comes Sissy! Here it..." and before she could finish her sentence, a torrent of her girl cream flooded out of her pussy, "cooooommmmmmessssssss." I swallowed as much of her ejaculate as I could. But it was almost as though a cup of water had been poured onto my face. It dripped down my cheeks and onto my chest. Grace continued to bob up and down on me, her thighs spasming in response to the earth- shattering orgasm I'd coaxed out of her. When she finally slowed down, and stopped rubbing her snatch against my face, I was able to finally catch my breath. I continued to softly lick her pussy. Grace was still very wet, and I could tell that she was still excited because her cunt lips were thick and puffy with arousal. Grace leaned back upon the rail and relaxed, her legs still spread, enjoying my continued attention. "I'm sorry Sissy," she whispered. Sorry for what? I wondered. Still kneeling, I sat back onto my haunches and looked upward. It struck me immediately how submissive my position was, especially with Grace towering above me in her six-inch heels. As if reading the confusion in my eyes, she repeated, "I'm so sorry baby. I hope you aren't upset." "I don't understand," I told her. "Why would I be upset? I love pleasing you," I assured her. "Oh, I know that you do Sissy. It's just, I'm sorry there was no sperm for you to suck out of my pussy." Oh! Right! "Well, it wasn't really your fault," I tried to assuage her. "You can't help it if my sister wouldn't give up the key." Grace appeared confused at my reply. Then, as if a light went off in her head, she said, "Oh! Sissy? Do you think? I mean, I wasn't talking about, well, it's okay. Do you? Did you? Nevermind," she said. "Wait! You didn't mean mine?" I asked her. "It doesn't matter baby," she dodged my question. "It's alright. It felt good no matter what." Was Grace saying she thought I wanted to suck some other man's cum from her pussy? Did she simply assume that was what I wanted? I accepted that she wanted me to clean her after we had sex. Did she think I hoped for someone else's? I didn't want that! "No," I began to explain. She put her hand out to shush me. "Stop Sissy. We don't need to talk about it anymore. I understand. Come here and kiss me," she directed me as she held her hand out to help me stand. Obediently, I allowed her to take my hand, and to help me rise. She immediately leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. When we broke she moaned, "Mmmmm. You taste good," she whispered, smiling wickedly. Grace hugged me then, holding me tightly to her bosom, our breasts pushing against each other's. "I love you so much Sissy. I can't wait for our wedding night. For you to fuck me so good. It's going to be amazing," she said. And once again, any doubts or anxiety I felt were washed away. "I can't wait either," I agreed. And I meant it. I wanted our wedding night to be the most amazing night of lovemaking of Grace's life. We sat down on the couch for a while, me snuggled into her arms. I fondled her breasts as we sat there. Her nipples were hard and extended. "That feels nice Sissy," she said. "Keep that up, and I might need you to do me again before bed." "Okay," I smiled. "Oh you bad girl!" she said. "Come on! Let's go to bed." Grace stood and walked to her bedroom, leaving me to follow. As she entered her closet, she called behind her, "Keep what you have on Sissy. Except your panties. Take them off. I'm going to change." I crawled onto her bed. When Grace walked out of her closet, she was wearing a short red baby-doll and nothing more. Her large, pert breasts were jutting forward against the sheer fabric. She was carrying a strap-on dildo harness in her hand. Attached to the harness was the biggest dildo I've ever seen. It was easily twelve inches long and, proportionally, it was thick. She tossed it toward me. My eyes bulged with dread and fear. There was no way that I'd be able to accept such a stump inside of my ass. It would split me wide open. "Gr, Grace," I began to protest. "I don't th, think I can take th..." She laughed loudly at me. "You? You think that is for you Sissy?! Fuck that! Put it on! You're going to fuck me. I need a cock!" she declared. I felt a tremendous sense of relief, followed immediately by a sinking feeling, when I realized that Grace wanted the gigantic phallus inside of her. "You wa, want it?!" I asked in disbelief. "It's so bi, big Grace! Are you su, sure you can...it won't hurt you?" She smiled. "I'm willing to take that chance baby," she explained. "I need to be filled. And you can't do it for me. So we'll just have to improvise. Put it on," she said curtly. I picked up the leather harness. The cock attached to the front was heavy. I slipped the straps between my thighs, wrapped them around my waist, adjusting it for size. I then secured the buckles. The rubber cock hung proudly in front of me, positioned above my own restrained, and useless, penis. Grace lay back on her bed, and opened her thighs. She was eyeing the dildo hungrily. "Come on Sissy," she purred. "Get me wet. Then fuck me." I kneeled between her outstretched thighs, the heavy cock dangling beneath me. I leaned down and licked her pussy. She was already very wet with excitement. "Oh yes Sissy!" she seethed. "Just like that," she praised me. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Okay. Now fuck me," she ordered me. I lifted up and positioned the long, fat dildo at the mouth of her cunt. It was enormous! And Grace was staring at it like nothing I'd ever seen her do with me before. I pressed the wide, bulbous head against her inflamed lips. As I pushed down, her pussy lips spread, allowing the cock to gain entry into her womb. I thought that there was no way she would be able to accommodate such a huge dick. At least I was hoping she couldn't. Because if she could, then I couldn't imagine that my penis would ever satisfy her. I didn't consider my penis small. But compared to the dildo I was sliding inside of her, I was tiny on my best day. Grace was moaning and groaning, sighing with pleasure, as I was able to slowly, yet steadily, insert the fat, black cock inside of her love canal. "Oh God Sissy! Oh God! So big! So fucking big! Yes! More baby! More!" she cried out. Despite my misgivings, I was able to drive the entire dildo inside of her. It was almost surreal to watch her pussy swallow the fat cock. When it was fully inside of her, Grace wrapped her legs around my waist and held me firmly against her. My caged penis nestled into her ass crack when I was fully engaged. Her hungry, wild eyes locked on mine. From her side appeared a clear, penis shaped object, which she now held before me. It looked like it was made of crystal. Grace held it to my lips, leading me to lick it. It was cool to the touch. Grace pushed it into my mouth, forcing my lips around the clear, hard, glass penis. "Such a good little cocksucker Sissy." After a few minutes of sucking the cock, she withdrew it from my mouth and positioned it against my anus opening. She wiggled it until it penetrated me. She slowly inserted it, pressing the cock against my prostate. My imprisoned penis twitched in response. Slowly, Grace began to rock. And as she did, she also moved the glass dildo around inside of me. Grace sighed her appreciation for the cock I was fucking her with. Grace was watching my eyes, as if reading my reaction to her fucking me. "Does it feel good Sissy?" she asked. I nodded. It did feel good. I was hoping that she planned to bring me to one of her special orgasms. "I love that you love it too baby," she teased. "What?" I asked. "You know," she cooed. "Being fucked. You weren't sure at first. I know. But you love it now. Don't you?" I had to admit it. "Yes. I do." "Can you imagine how good this monster you have in me feels?" Actually, that scared me. "I do, don't th, think I could take that. It's so big!" She smiled wickedly. "Mmmmm. It is! And I love it!" "I'm glad it feels good," was all that I could think to say. "Thank you," she sighed. "I needed it. Especially after tonight." "Tonight?" I asked, uncertain what she meant. "Did you see how big his hands were Sissy?" Huh? His hands? What was Grace talking about? I wondered, as she continued to slide the glass cock in and out of me. "Wh, what?" I asked. "Fred Davis' hands! Did you see how big they were?" I did. But why bring that up now? "Uh huh," I acknowledged. "They were big," I agreed, as the image of Grace dancing with him, his dark, black body contrasting with her pale, white skin, his huge mitts grabbing Grace's ass, began invading my thoughts. "Yeah," she sighed dreamily. "He is huge!" He is huge? Not, his hands are huge? "I wonder if he gets this big?" she asked. This big? Oh fuck! Was Grace talking about his cock? "Huh?" I asked, afraid of the answer, wishing we would just stay focused our what we were doing, and fuck each other, if that was what we were going to do. "I'm sorry Sissy," she said, apparently seeing the panic in my eyes. "I was just thinking, that's all." "Fred Davis?" I asked, unable to leave it alone, even thoug