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I gasped and backed toward Clarisse for protection--but what I got was a
cruel sting as she brought the back of her hand down smartly across my
naked rump!
"Oh! Ouch!" I squealed. "Clari! What is this?"
"This," she smiled triumphantly, "is the joke I've been working an all
week. You! You're the butt of this joke--and I do mean butt!"
She pushed me down into a kitchen chair as the blonde approached us
gloatingly.
"Clari, I don't understand!" My head was spinning. "Where's Sylvia? What's
going on?"
"You're going on, Girlie!" the blonde snapped. "Evidently you've forgotten
my name. I'm Frieda Morgan, John Morgan's sister. Clari's sister-in- law!"
The name came back to me now! I should have recognized it.
"Clari told me how jealous you were of my brother," Frieda was saying,
"Just because he's so much more masculine than you that even your own wife
prefers him. She told me you'd go along with any scheme -no matter how
harebrained--if you thought it would hurt John."
"So when John told me his researchers were perfecting a bust-growing
pill," Clarisse went on, "I thought of something that would show how far
you'd really go--and Justine, we really strung you a long way!"
"Look at you!" Frieda smirked. "Now everyone can see just how unmanly you
are, you little sissy-thing!" She pulled down the front of my apron and
tweaked my nipples savagely. "Ooooo, what a heavenly body!" she teased.
I was close to tears. Things seemed to have changed so incredibly fast! I
saw what a fool I had been to put myself in Clarisse's power. I wailed,
and even now I could not abandon the feminine voice I'd worked on so hard.
"Oh, please Clari! What are you going to do to me?"
"Well now, that's up to you, Justine, dearest." Clarisse smiled with false
tenderness and drew a chair up close to mine. She put a warm hand on my
bare shoulder. "I'd like for you to take our little joke in the proper
spirit and play along for all our mutual friends and lovers out there. I
want you to serve them trays of drinks and snacks, and run little errands
for everyone. I want you to smile and curtsey and tell everyone how much
you love being a little sissy." She saw the protest rising in my eyes and
went on:
"But I won't force you, Justine. I couldn't force you to do something like
that unless you really wanted it. So if you don't want to go out there and
play the part to the hilt, just say so now and I'll let Frieda take you
back to the City!"
Back to the City? Frieda saw the look in my eyes and explained with
relish. "Oh yes, Justine, there's a lot of people looking for you back in
the City. The police are very interested in finding a woman who ran off
with nearly a thousand dollars-worth of clothes, set off a fire alarm, and
caused two bad accidents by running across a busy street half-naked."
I could see now just what a spot I was in. Frieda was still talking, "But
I wouldn't take you to the police, Beautiful. Not straight to the police,
anyway. I think I'll drop you off at a little spot I know of right between
two Gay Bars. Then just sit back and watch the fun!"
I felt my skin blanche pale white at the thought of me mincing around a
public street in this awful outfit, trying to keep from getting picked up
by the police--or someone worse!
"Well Justine?" Clarisse prompted. "It's up to you. Do you want to be our
serving-girl, or shall I let Frieda have you?"
I hung my head, my shoulders slumped as far as the handcuffs and corset
would allow. The choice I had was really no choice at all and we all knew
it.
"All right," I said. "Have your little joke Clarisse. I'll be your maid."
"Not unless you really want to, Justine."
"I do, Clarisse."
She suddenly stood up and took me by the hair, twisting my face up to
hers. "Then plead for it! Tell me how much you'd just love serving all our
friends and then beg me to let you do it--or I swear I'll leave you to the
tender mercies of my sister-in-law!"
I quailed with terror and pain. I realized now that I might be begging for
my very life! "Oh please! Please Mistress Clarisse! Let me be your maid
and serving-girl-slave! I want to show off my lovely costume to everybody
and tell them all how much I love my round breasts and smooth legs! Please
let me show all our friends what a good little sissy-maid I am and how
'mush I love waiting on them and things! Please, Mistress Clarisse!"
"Very well Justine, let's get you ready!"
And the two women went to work on me, removing the handcuffs,
straightening my rumpled clothing and replacing the sticky pasties on my
nipples that held up the apron-front. Then they freshened my make-up, re-
combed my hair and doused me with heady perfume.
When I was-ready to make my entrance, Frieda gave me a final warning:
"Remember' this you half-naked, half-sexed girl thing: either Clari or I
will always be close to you. John's been out there showing around pictures
of you and, telling everyone how much you've always wanted to do this. Now
when you go out there, you're to call everyone 'Master' or 'Mistress'.
You're to curtsey before you speak and smile constantly. You will take
every order, put up with anything that anyone feels-like putting you
through. And every chance you get, you're to tell how much you love it and
beg for more. Or I swear I'll whisk you out of here and back to the City-
so fast you'll wonder if you ever really left--understand, Dearie?"
I forced a natural smile. "Yes, Mistress Frieda." I curtsied.
Then Clarisse gave me a tray of drinks and snacks and led me quietly out
into the huge livingroom, where the party was in full swing. To my relief,
they didn't force me to make a grand entrance, but had me quietly approach
a chatting group.
"Drinks, anyone? Masters? Mistresses?" They turned to me and I curtsied,
smiling. They all looked as if they couldn't quite believe it.
"Jerry? Is that really you?" The speaker was Madeline Henry, a chunky,
over-ripe, tipsy, dyed blonde in a low-cut, loose-fitting gown. Everyone
knew she was an easy and eager lay, and I had always treated her somewhat
disdainfully.
Now, however, things were very different! "Oh no, Mistress," I smiled and
curtsied again. "I'm Justine now, and I'm eager to be your little maid."
The group laughed at the silly speech.
"Great boobs there, Justine," a man leered. "Are they really yours?"
"Oh yes, Master." Another smile and curtsey. "All of me is very genuine!"
Madeline had walked around behind me. "Oh Hank!" she giggled. "Get a load
of this outfit! Justine, turn around and pose for everybody!"
"Yes Mistress." I did a slow pirouette and listened to a gale of whistles.
Someone pinched my bare bottom, and everyone laughed when I jumped and
squealed spilling a few drinks.
It went like that all ever the room as I passed from group to group,
serving, posing, smiling and offering my services. Everywhere I went,
people I knew--business associates, golfing buddies, and their wives, my
former playmates, forced me to show off my curvaceous body and tiny
costume. The men were all interested in my huge boobs, poking and
squeezing them, sometimes making me take down my apron-top so they could
pinch my nipples. The women probed me even more intimately, feeling,
around under my apron-skirt to make sure there was really a man in there,
and stroking my smooth round bottom lewdly.
"How do you get that ass so round and pink, Justine?" a lean, athletic
woman, Billie Maxton asked me, caressing the object of her curiosity.
I saw Frieda very nearby.
"Oodles of lovely paddlings, Mistress Billie!" I smiled. "I'm a very
naughty girl and my Mistresses and Masters very considerately correct me
whenever I need it!"
"Sounds charming!" Billie replied. "Someday I must try out my backhand 'on
your backside." This brought a fresh round of laughter and I curtsied
obediently.
Then another girl approached me, consumed with curiosity. Her name was
Gwendolyn and over the last few weeks, we had really gotten it on
beautifully. She had a real gift for blow jobs and had seemed to love my
cock and the way I shoved it into her pussy, mouth or ass. Now she looked
at me with a sort of contemptuous wonder,
"Is this really where it's at with you?" she gaped. "After all that 'King
Stud' business you used to give me?"
It was hard to face her, but fear of the consequences gave me strength.
"Yes, Mistress Gwendolyn," I said meekly. "I love being a woman-slave and
serving nr Masters and Mistresses. I never want to give up this lovely
body and these wonderful clothes and go back to being a man."
"You mean you're really into pain and women's clothes and taking orders
and all that?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I hate my silly old cock and balls, and my Mistresses
only let me keep them so they can tease me about how silly I look and how
useless and embarrassing it is for me to get a hard-on when I know they'll
never let me fuck them." Clarisse prodded me from behind and I went on. "I
love being tied up and spanked and made to do anything that will amuse
you."
"Well," Gwendolyn shrugged, "if that's the way you like it, I'll be glad
to oblige. Any time we get together from now on, I'll make sure that I get
my laughs and you get embarrassed and red-assed," She kissed me tenderly
on the lips, then slapped me on the butt!
After an hour of this, I was close to tears. I could scarcely believe that
the people whom I thought loved and respected me most were so willing to
treat me so cruelly. I felt betrayed and abandoned. Where was Sylvia? When
would this awful joke end?
Finally, I slipped away from the party and met Clarisse and Frieda alone
in the kitchen. I begged them to put an end to my humiliation.
"Please, Mistresses," I said. "I'll do anything! Only please get this
horrible 'maid' joke over with!"
"Oh Justine!" Frieda taunted. "We couldn't possibly do that. This is too
much fun! Clari and I were just about to show off some of your best
bondage poses!"
"Oh no, please no, Mistresses. I'll do anything; give you anything!"
"Hmmm," Clarisse considered. "Anything?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Clarisse, anything at all if you'll just get me away
from here."
"How about signing some papers?"
"Papers?" This was surprising. "What kind of papers -- uh Mistress?"
Don't worry." Clarisse's smile was amused and reassuring. "I don't want
your precious Pharmaceutical Company. I just want to prove that I can get
it away from you." She removed a briefcase from a cupboard and spread the
documents out in front of me. "These will simply transfer ownership from
you to your wife."
I looked over the papers as calmly as I could, under the circumstances.
They seemed harmless enough, simply transferring my property into Sylvia's
name. I knew that even if these papers held up in court, there were
community property laws in this state and Sylvia would have to split
everything with me even if she got a divorce and married John Morgan--which
wasn't likely. It seemed like the best way out of an embarrassing
predicament.
"All right," I said, "I mean - Yes, Mistress, I'll gladly sign these if
you'll get me out of this party."
"A deal," Clarisse smiled. "Frieda, you make sure Justine signs everything
with her former masculine name while I go get some witnesses."
Frieda carefully had me sign the documents, explaining each one briefly:
"Now this gives Sylvia full ownership of the company, and this one puts
the house and cars and other things all in her name. This signs over your
stocks and bonds to her--of course all the dividend checks will come to her
now. And this takes your name off the joint bank accounts. Oh, I almost
forgot; your safe-deposit box too. Thought that was a secret, didn't you?"
This was getting scary, but I was too cowed and eager to be free to stop
signing as Frieda kept pushing papers in front of me. I kept telling
myself that no court in the world would uphold them. And so I signed: A
gift of all my clothing to charity. My name legally changed to Justine.
Total power of attorney to Sylvia. Commitment for medical treatment.
Waiver of property rights. Finally, Frieda ran out of documents.
Clarisse entered then with a group of rather tipsy men. She showed them
the papers.
"Justine," she said finally, "tell your masters that you signed these
willingly." She shot me a warning look, but it really wasn't necessary. I
felt safe enough to play my role just a little bit further in exchange for
freedom.
"Masters and Mistresses," I curtsied and smiled. "I love this body and
these clothes so much that I never want to stop being a sissy-maid. I
signed all those papers ever so gladly so that I can be a woman-slave
always!"
"Well," one man said, "I wouldn't have believed it if John Morgan hadn't
explained it all to u, but if that's what-uh- Justine wants, she'll sure
get it!"
As the men began witnessing and notarizing the documents, I noticed that
they were probably the most powerful and influential men in our group.
They included prominent attorneys, my banker, two doctors and a local
judge. I wondered if anyone would believe that they'd signed important
documents like these while drunk at an orgy. The question scared me.
But Clarisse was ushering them out. "Thank you, gentlemen, and Justine
thanks you too. The party will be breaking up soon, I think."
When they'd gone, she turned to me. "Well, Justine," she smiled, "it's
time to end our little joke. Take off all your clothes and get started."
Timidly, I obeyed. I realized that Clarisse held all the cards now, and I
was much too frightened to rebel. When I was naked and blushing, Frieda
gathered up my clothes and locked them in a cupboard. Seeing my worry, she
smiled cruelly.
"Don't worry, Deane, I've got something for you to wear." And she produced
three metal rings, joined by short lengths of tiny but strong chain. "I'll
even dress you, Justine, sweetie!" She laughed and clipped one ring--which
was slightly larger than the other two--around the base of my cock and
balls. It snapped shut securely. Then she imprisoned my thumbs in the
other two rings. My hands were bound to my crotch!
"See how nice this is?" Frieda taunted. "You can hide that silly male
equipment behind those lovely feminine hands. Wasn't it sweet of me to
permit you such modesty?"
All I could do was stand there, forced to bend slightly, feeling my arms
squeezing against my rounded breasts. I did cover my manhood, and both
girls laughed.
"And look at this, Justine," Clarisse played with my boobs, "you can
either squeeze your tits in behind your arms to keep them warm, or spread
them out--like this--so everyone can admire your charms!"
"What a versatile outfit!" Frieda smiled. "But that's not all." She got
out another device. "Sit down, Justine, and extend those lovely legs. My,
what lovely toenail polish! You must do mine up like that sometime."
As she talked, she took two wide leather straps and attached one to each
of my ankles. A strong chrome--steel bar, six inches long, ran from the
back of each strap to a matching strap that fastened around my instep.
This arrangement forced me to keep each foot arched almost straight down
from the calf.
The girls pulled me to my feet then, and I quickly found that I could only
walk on tiptoe! I can't tell you how foolish I felt as they forced me to
parade around the kitchen, totally nude, shoulders hunched forward by my
genital-thumb bondage, breasts and bottom bouncing with each step! Frieda
insisted that I walk slowly and raise my knees high with each step.
"Keep practicing, Justine," Clarisse said with a smile. "Frieda and I have
to make some arrangements out front. We'll be right back."
"Yeah," Frieda laughed, "don't go 'way!"
And the women walked out, leaving me bewildered by their words and the
helpless state they'd put me in. I thought they were going to finish with
the joke! Some finish, I thought, as I pranced alone around the kitchen.
I wasn't alone long, however. The kitchen door opened and in came John
Morgan, Sylvia, and a third man, a stranger to me. I blushed furiously at
being seen by two intimate friends and a stranger in such a humiliating
state--and dancing about, yet! I moved my hands and arms the way Clarisse
had shown me to cover my tits and genitals.
"Justine!" Sylvia giggled. "I never dreamed that a wealthy and arrogant
man like you used to be could be brought so low!"
I noticed that she was dressed from neck to toe in a loose, all-concealing
cloak.
"When John and Clarisse told me they could do this to you, I didn't
believe them," she went on. "So I made a bet with them that they couldn't
do it in a week, even if I helped them." She lowered her eyes and smiled.
"Guess I lost--too bad, because I bet rather a lot. I'm as naked as you
are, under this cape, my hands and feet are hobbled and I have a vibrator
up my pussy--" She suddenly jumped and her eyes widened. "Ooo! With a
remote-control switch! Now, because I was foolish enough to bet on your
masculinity, I'm going to have to play slave to John and Clari for a whole
year. We--Woo! Wool Ahh!! John, that's lo-o-o-vely!--We're going to the
house now to gather up some things and John has some papers for, me to
sign. Bye-bye, Justine!"
"Yeah, Justine," John said as Frieda rejoined us, followed by Clarisse.
John looked incredibly macho in body-shirt and tight pants. As his gaze
devoured my unclad form, I lowered my eyes in maidenly modesty. "Sylvia
and me are gonna be real busy for a long time but once in a while I may
let you watch us or wait on us or something. Anyway, I know Frieda and
Doctor Mellen here will keep you occupied. Well., Clari, come see Sylvia
and me in a few days. I'll teach her some real tricks for you!"
He kissed his wife passionately goodbye (I could see Sylvia's eyes burn
with jealousy.) then slapped me on my defenseless rump!
"Bye, Justine!"
As John took my wife away, Clarisse Introduced the strange man to me. He
was a pudgy, bald man in his forties with puffy features, pasty-white
skin, and thick spectacles.
"This is Dr. Horace Mellen," Clarisse said with mocking formality. "Dr,
Mellen, meet Justine Bart. She's just signed papers committing herself to
your care."
"I feel as if I know her already." His voice was high and wheezy as his
eyes devoured my helpless nude-and-feminized body, "I'm almost a father to
you, Justine. You see, I invented the Bust-Enlarger Pill. I'm very happy
to -uh- see how nicely it worked!"
I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or not. "P-pleased to meet you, M-
master Helen."
Maybe it was fear of this man, maybe it was the cold breeze when John and
Sylvia left, but I was shivering, my knees knocking as I curtsied
"Before you go any further, Doc," Frieda interrupted, "Tell me about that
lab you had John install in the summer house."
"Just equipment for daily testing." He explained, his eyes shining behind
the thick lenses. "We have a lot of testing to do on our -ah- subject
here. I shall want Justine to run on a treadmill for a while every day
holding an anal thermometer in -uh- the appropriate place, so that we can
test her strength. And of course we'll want to see how sensitive her
nipples are to manipulation of various kinds. I'm also very interested in
her sexual activities..."
"Doctor," Clarisse 'warned, "Remember you're not to let her feel, like a
Man!"
"Oh heavens no!" he said, "I'm going to find out things like how many
hours she can maintain an erection, and see if I can get her to respond to
unusual stimulae, such as bondage or pain or -uh- men. That brings me to
what I found really fascinating..."
Someone came into the room as he was talking but whoever it was was behind
me and I couldn't turn my back on this horribly fascinating speech.
He went on: "You got Justine to endure all sorts of painful and
embarrassing things with very little resistance. This leads me to believe
that my invention has a side-effect of making the subject extremely
submissive. I shall test that theory by ordering Justine to do a number of
outrageous and humiliating things and seeing how much -uh- persuasion it
takes."
I shivered at the thought of how this gross man might handle my body, but
I couldn't take mye yes off him.
"You must understand," he was saying. "How anxious I was to see the
effects this pill would have on a man, and how difficult it is to find
male subjects for an experiment with such permanent effects."
"P-Permanent?" I quivered. "D-don't you have a bust-reducer pill too, M-
Master Mellen?"
"Bust- reducer pill?" he smiled. "How silly! Such a thing would be
expensive to develop. And who would ever pay for a pill to reduce a -uh-
bust?"
"Oh! I would, sir! I really would!"
Frieda laughed at this. "And what would you pay him with, you silly girl?
You've lost your house, your money, your clothes and the masculine body
you used to put them on. Even your wife and your name are gone." She
suddenly squeezed my cock and balls. "This is all you've got left in the
world, Dearie, and you'd better hang on to it!" She released me with a
disdainful look.
Dr. Mellen seemed fascinated by the women's cruelty and my helplessness.
"Ah yes, Frieda. That's something we must add to -ah- to her daily
regimen," he said. "Appropriate amounts of physical pubnishment!"
"It sounds like a lot of work, Dr. Mellen," Clarisse said with admiration.
"Yes." He smiled deeply. "Fortunately, I shall have my young niece to
assist me. She's about to graduate from high school and wants to work with
me for a few months before starting medical school."
"That's right, Uncle Horace," came a voice from behind me. "After all,
college is a big step, and my only distinction in High School was--" She
stepped in front of me, frighteningly familiar, "--making Captain of the
Girls' Bike Racing Team!"
"Mavis," said Dr. Mellen. "Meet Justine!"
"Thanks. We've met." There was a suppressed excitement in her smile. "I'm
all ready to take her to the lab."
"Very well," said Dr. Mellon. "Justine, say goodbye now, and thank
Clarisse and Frieda before you leave,"
I curtsied. "Th-Thank you, Mistresses," I said humbly.
Clarisse's smile broadened. "Justine, honey the pleasure was all mine!"
As I turned to leave, Dr. Mellon said, "Justine: Kiss my hand before you
go!"
I meekly scampered up to him, bent over and kissed his hand. Frieda took
advantage of my stance to spank my ass a final time.
"An excellent beginning!" the doctor beamed.
"Come on, Justine," Mavis opened the door and led me out into the cool
night air. As she closed the door behind us, I heard giggles.
I looked up. There, on the lawn were half a dozen teenage girls on
bicycles. Mavis spanked my bare bottom to uproot me from the spot where I
seemed to have frozen. This amused the teenagers even more and they
crowded around me as Mavis forced me out onto the lawn.
"Well, Girls," Mavis announced. "You know when she got away the last time,
I swore I'd re-capture her. Well here she is, just the same as she was
then. I'm supposed to take her over to the summer house!"
She uncoiled the belt from her pants and got on a bike. I heard other
belts swishing in the air.
"Let's take her around the long way!"
THE END!
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