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TRANSVESTITE MAID (A story that may not be what you think...) by "c.c. The day I discovered the truth about Cynthia's Transvestite Black Maid marked a turning point in my life. But I didn't know it at the time! We had just finished making love in her lavish bedroom - which was in her luxurious condo apartment-which was in the most exclusive condo development in the city-and were lying in Cynthia's bed, atop the covers, gasping with pleasure as we recovered our strength, her delicate hand resting on my hairy chest, my legs wide apart to cool my spent loins. I felt myself drifting into satisfied sleep.... When suddenly the door opened and Angela sauntered in! Dressed, as usual, in her tiny black satin Maid's Dress, she made a sensuous, if startling, picture. Her starched white petticoats rustled as she moved in six-inch heels, black-net stockings flashing on her shapely legs. Without a word, she placed a tray of cold drinks on the nightstand beside her Mistress, then curtsied! I instinctively jumped at her intrusion and pulled the covers over my shrunken manhood, but Angela just giggled. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "It's n-nothing, it-it's...." Cynthia struggled to regain her composure, then looked up at her tall, big-breasted black maid. "Oh Angela, can I tell him?" "You might as well, Ma'am." She smiled ruefully. "He'll find out sooner or later anyway!" "Tell me what?" I demanded, then voiced the suspicion that had been growing in me ever since I caught on to the secret looks they exchanged. "Are you two lovers?" "Not at all," Cynthia said firmly. "I love Angela, in a way; but not in that way. The truth is.... my darling maid Angela is really a man!" I gasped and looked closely at the ebony-skinned figure standing before me. Was it possible? True, the hands were a bit large, the shoulders and neck wide, but-but those legs... breasts.., the lovely features and soft voice.... how could it be? "It's true." Angela lowered her eyes modestly as she spoke. "I was Miss Cynthia's chauffeur for years, but there was always a feeling of femininity inside me that I couldn't deny. When I finally decided that I had to wear women's attire or just die, I thought I'd have to quit working for her, but..." "She's being modest," Cynthia interrupted. "The truth is, Adam, (that was her name!) was my bodyguard, as well as my chauffeur, and he saved my life on at least one occasion. So when he told me he wanted to leave my service, I questioned him until he confessed his real reasons." "Miss Cynthia understood my feelings completely," the black maid went on. "And she helped, me get treatments and counseling that made me what I am now: a happy and successful transvestite!" "But-but your figure," I protested. "Those breasts---!" "My figure is very genuine." Angela smiled, strutting her bosom proudly. "Including these, obtained with the help of some very expensive medication! The rest of me is the result of intensive training and my own natural desire to look and act feminine." "You mean you had your -uh- you got rid of..." They both laughed. "Oh no," Angela shook her pretty head. "I still have my male equipment! I'd never part with it! It's just the rest of me that looks like this. And to answer your next question, I have a couple of boyfriends who wouldn't, want me any other way!" "So you can see why Angela and I definitely are not lovers," Cynthia put in. "But we have a kind of loyalty between us that.... well, that I knew I'd have to explain to you if we were going to maintain a relationship. Can you accept Angela?" Well of course I could. I'm broadminded enough that if a woman I'm screwing wants to employ a mincing transvestite faggot, I won't get up on a soap box and preach against it. It certainly wasn't my scene, and I always did feel a little uncomfortable around Angela after that, but I figured if Cynthia wanted him-or her-around, that was her business, and no reason to let it get in the way of our own very pleasant arrangement. That was an important difference between me and Cynthia: She thought of what we had going as a "relationship" while I considered it as more of an. "arrangement"-one that left me free to see other women if I felt like it! That didn't seem like an important difference to me then... but it became very important later on! Anyway, I often teased Angela about being the way she was. Not to be cruel, you understand, but just to show that I was relaxed enough around her to joke about it. If he happened to see me in the nude, I would laughingly accuse him of wanting what I gave his mistress, and I once joked that if silk could make a man look so good, perhaps i should give it a try. There was just one time, though, when I got the definite feeling Angela resented me. Cynthia and l were going riding that day, and we were late getting started. It was Angela's day off, (though I didn't know this) and she was trying on some wild items of African Jewelry. As usual for her, she had been going about topless, and she was standing in front of the full-length mirror in the spare bedroom, where I kept some of my own clothes, just when I wanted to use that mirror to adjust my ascot. Well, I'd been feeling a little tired and edgy, and I guess I snapped at him when I told him to step aside and let me use the mirror. She did step aside, slowly though, and she shot me a look that was... well, not threatening, really, just sort of Warning, if you know what I mean. Afterwards, she was his normal subservient self, and I assumed the whole thing was forgotten. Little did I know! Cynthia and I had been seeing each other for some months when she started talking seriously about us moving in together. I kept trying to put it off ... I liked her a lot and all, but I just didn't feel ready to get tied down. And then I got tied down by something a lot more serious! The feelings of fatigue had been growing steadily over the Winter, and all through Spring. Long after the Cold & Flu season was over, I kept coming down with colds and flu. Finally, one morning when I was too weak to pull myself out of bed, Cynthia dragged me to her Doctor for some tests. The diagnosis wasn't as bad as I'd feared, but still plenty serious: Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and a pretty advanced case! The Doctor said I'd have to be hospitalized for recovery, which should take two or three months! Well, I hate, Doctors and I absolutely loathe Hospitals! The idea of being cooped up in one that long prompted a howl of protest from me that they finally managed to quiet. "If you hate hospitals that much, I guess you can arrange for a Private Nurse in your home," the Doctor conceded at last. "But she'll have to be very strict with you; it's highly important that you get plenty of rest and medication." Cynthia could see my reluctance to employ some hatchet-faced tyrant to run my life, and came to my rescue: "I know!" she said. "You can move in with me - Angela and I can take care of you!" She saw the doubt on the Doctor's face and went on. "My Maid Angela is also a Registered Nurse, and so long as you provide prescriptions for her to pick up, she can administer anything we need. And with one of us at home all the time, we can be sure the patient gets all the rest he needs!" After some discussion, I had to agree that this was probably the best way out for me, although I feared for a moment that the whole thing might be Cynthia's plan to force me into moving in with her. Still, it would be better than a Hospital or Private Nurse, and when Cynthia swore solemnly that she and Angela would follow the Doctor's orders to the letter, he agreed. ***** Well the first month with Cynthia was all right, I guess. It's hard to say, because I was asleep for most of it, being tended to by Angela, who bathed me, gave me all sorts of medications, and carried me to the bathroom, while Cynthia managed my bank accounts (I gave her Power of Attorney) and generally supervised my treatment. As the weeks passed, I felt my muscles softening from lack of use, but Angela managed my diet and massage treatments to keep me from getting fat. Also I noticed my skin was getting smoother and my weak voice seemed to be growing slightly higher. But I put all this, along with my weakening condition, down to symptoms of the illness, and didn't worry too much about it. Then one afternoon Cynthia announced that she had to go out of town on business. "Business," I whined feebly as Angela gave me a sponge-bath. "What on Earth for? Can't it wait till I'm better?" "'Fraid not," she sighed. "My Great-Aunt Agatha died last month, over in England, and there are at least a million details to settle, about, her estate and things. It shouldn't take more than a few weeks, though, and..." She grinned as Angela put a strong black hand under my bottom and lifted me up to towel me dry. ".... I think you'll be in good hands while I'm gone!" There was a lot of red tape, of course, various papers for Cynthia and me to sign, so that Angela could take care of things in her absence, and Cyn even had to bring an Attorney over, so I could swear to some things in his presence. But finally everything was arranged and Cynthia was ready to leave. "Take care of our patient while I'm gone," she instructed Angela as the driver carried her bags to the waiting Taxi. "Treat him just as you would me!" "With pleasure, Miss Cynthia." Angela smiled sweetly. "When you get back, he'll be so much better you won't even know him!" The door closed, and I heard the cab drive off as Angela stalked back into the bedroom in her heels. "Well Ma'am." She smiled brightly at me. "Shall we get started?" "Started?" I gazed weakly up at her and lifted myself up into a half- sitting position. "Started on what? And did you call me 'Ma'am'?" "Certainly, Madame." Angela pulled the covers from me and began unbuttoning my pajamas, as she had dozens of times before. But now she was smiling strangely. As I half-lay there, she pulled off my pajamas and shorts and dropped them into a plastic trash bag. Then she went to the closet, where the few clothes I had brought with me hung, and tossed them into the bag as well! With growing puzzlement, I watched her empty the drawers of my socks, underwear and accessories and toss them in with the rest of my things. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask. She smiled back at me, her brown eyes making me uncomfortably awareof my nudity. "I'll be right back now!" She carried the trash bag out of the bedroom and a few seconds later I heard the front door, and the "clack-click" of her heels on the sidewalk outside. Then there was the clang of the dumpster lid out in the parking lot, followed by her clicking heels, approaching once more. "What the Hell..." I began as she re-entered the bedroom. "Get me my clothes!" "Certainly, Madame." Angela pulled the covers from me and began unbuttoning my pajamas, as she had dozens of times before. But now she was smiling strangely. "There's plenty here for you to wear, Ma'am." Angela's smile never wavered, and her voice remained musically pleasant. "But if you want some new dresses or nighties, we can shop for some as soon as you're better. But right now it's Bath Time!" All at once I was scooped up in her strong brown arms and carried off to the bathroom! I wriggled uncomfortably at the feel of her satin uniform brushing on my naked skin, but I was too weak to struggle as she set me down in the big marble tub, then, to my surprise, began removing her dress! "Remember," she said, pulling off her stiff petticoats, "Mistress Cynthia's last instructions to me were to treat you as I do her. And I often bathe Miss Cynthia and pretty her up!" Angela was down to bra and panties now, and I looked fearfully at the excited bulge between her smooth, shapely legs. But to my relief, he put on a rubber apron and gloves before she approached me. "First thing we do," she picked up a jar of cream, "is get rid of that unsightly body hair. Then I can start on your makeup and perm!" I tried to shout. Tried to resist. But it was like an awful dream. All I could manage was a few feeble protests as Angela rubbed the smelly cream lavishly over my chest, legs, arms, backside-even my face! "You'll like this stuff," he said pleasantly. "It doesn't just remove the hair; with repeated treatments, it actually kills the hair-growing cells, leaving your skin permanently smooth and feminine!" I could have died with shame as rubber-clad hands kneaded the stuff over every inch of me, except my scalp and crotch. Then she turned on the shower-spray attachment and I watched as all my masculine hair swept down the drain! After that, Angela insisted on a fragrant bubble-bath, soothing my skin with oils and perfume until it felt as soft and gentle as hers. I noticed that without hair, my chest had a surprisingly soft and pointy look, and I remembered wondering about the effects of all those medicines Angela had plied me with. Finally, to my relief, he toweled me off, wrapped me in a soft satin robe, and carried me to the chaise lounge, where she began putting my hair in curlers! "Angela-" Tired from the bath and the anxiety of this sudden transformation, I tried to reason with her as best I could. "Please... you know I don't like this... you know... why are you doing this to me?" "I'm doing it for you, Ma'am." Her smile was as professionally cheerful as ever. "And for all those nice things you said about me! You've been so sweet all these months, never worrying Mistress Cynthia about those other gals you go out with.... I just couldn't pass up this chance once I had complete control of you!" "But-but what are you going to do to me?" "You joked once that if I looked so good this way, maybe you should try it, remember? Well it looks like you'll get to find out just how good you can look, with shots and lotions and beauty treatments and things!" "When Cynthia comes back she'll fire you, you know." I tried to sound threatening. "Could be," Angela mused thoughtfully as she picked out a peach-colored silk nightie and began putting it on my weak limbs. "But that won't be for a few weeks anyway, and a lot can happen by then!" A FEW DAYS LATER.... "Is Madam ready to go out for her Late Morning Sunning?" I didn't shout or argue. By now I knew it was useless. I just told her to go to Hell. "Yes Ma'am," she replied. "I do think the pink rubber bikini looks best on you. I'll get that yellow sun hat for you and wheel you down by the community swimming pool. What? Of course you can stay down there till Lunch! But I'll have to rub you all over with lotion so you don't burn! Or would you like me to ask that nice Eddie to do it?" I groaned, and from the glint in her eye, recognized my mistake. "Certainly Ma'am, I'll ask. I know how shy you are. But I should warn you that he can be awfully naughty!" She wrapped the pink rubber garment around my chest, which was now a very shapely 36-C, and buckled it in back. I didn't like the cool slick feel of rubber on my sensitive breasts, but I feared that if I complained she'd just take me out topless. "The bottom piece is as tight as the top. Ma'am might not want to show quite so much male equipment -- pretty as it is! Could I suggest you wear a false pussy for the afternoon? I often use one myself, and it's completely undetectable: See?" She lifted the hem of the apron and pushed her pantied crotch towards my face. Despite the tightness of the thin fabric, I could see no trace of the large black penis I knew was in there. It was all smooth female ridges, and despite what I knew, its nearness got me just a little excited. "Shall I fetch one from my room?" She smiled at me, silently waiting for an answer. "Yes," I sighed. Showing my rod under tight rubber panties while sporting big tits down by the pool would be too embarrassing. Being dressed as kinky male-bait and left in that Swinger's Heaven they called a Swimming Pool was going to be ordeal enough! The device known as a False Pussy was a latex replica of a female vulva, mounted on a net of semi-flexible plastic, which glued on over my crotch, pushing my cock and balls up into a tiny package between my legs. There was genuine pubic hair covering it, so that it looked just exactly like the Real Thing, but there was one problem: Angela's false pussy was black! It gave me the right shape but the wrong color! She commented on this as she drew the pink latex bikini bottoms over my rounded hips. "Best be careful not to lose these, Ma'am," she teased. "Somebody down there sees you got a black pussy and you're gonna have some tall explaining to do!" I wanted to argue that it would be better not to show me off this way at all, but I knew it would do me no good. So I meekly submitted to having white plastic high-heeled sandals strapped on my delicate feet, that ridiculous yellow sun hat perched on my curls, and being carried solicitously downstairs and out to poolside, where a few young teenagers lounged idly, under the lecherous eye of Ed Evans, the Life Guard. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lighted up, and he approached us quickly as Angela laid me out on a chaise lounge and adjusted it to lie flat. "How's our Little Patient today?" he beamed down at me. I hated his patronizing attitude, and I positively loathed the open lust on his face, but there was nothing I could do except turn away in Embarrassment. "She's tired and cranky," Angela winked. "And I thought it'd do her some good to sit out a bit while I fix Lunch-Say, I've got a million things to do and... would you be a dear and rub some lotion on our Little Girl so she don't turn all red in the sun?" Angela was wearing a skimpy yellow string bikini, and his feminine- looking lush brown curves, so amply exposed, had quite an effect on the healthy young lifeguard. From down on the chaise lounge, I could see the front of his swim trunks begin to bulge as Angela batted her eyes at him. "Sure!" he grinned. "You go ahead and I'll take care of it!" Seconds later, I was feeling his hands all over me and watching miserably as Angela started back to the condo, wiggling that shapely black butt for everyone's benefit. Just before she reached the door, she turned, smiled, and blew me a kiss! I could have screamed with frustration! But for now, I had to contend with oily male hands on my body as Eddie happily applied the sun-tan lotion. "So you're Cynthia's sister, hunh?" His fingers moved downward from my shoulders, across the tops of my breasts, and began gently pushing down on my halter, cupping my embarrassing roundnesses in his hands. "I never even knew she had a sister! You sure don't look much like--" Just then a couple of the younger teen-age boys strolled up. "Whatcha doin' Eddie?" These schoolboys all looked up to the handsome lifeguard, and I could see the plain envy in their eyes as they studied his hands on me. "Nothing," Annoyed at the interruption, he tried to brush them off. At the same time he attempted to hide his erection by turning towards me as he sat on the edge of the chaise lounge pressing the front of f, "Miss Lewis sister here just wanted some oil," he said brusquely. "She's kinda sick, so you better stay back." "Looks damn healthy to me," I heard someone mutter in the background. "Need any help?" a boy asked. Eddie reluctantly passed over my breasts and began stroking his hands over my tummy. "Naah," he started, then thought better: "Uh-yeah; can you bring me my towel from the locker room?" All at once they were gone and I was alone again with Eddie, whose hands now began pushing down at the waistband of my bottoms! If he should push it far enough to see what was beneath, as he obviously intended to... "Oh," I protested weakly. "Don't... please..." He mistook my soft voice as token resistance and smiled even wider, pushing downward on my rubberized panties more insistently. "Cotta get you all oiled up now," he leered. "No telling where that Sun's gonna get to..." "No....no..., I - I ... " I had to think of something! I was much too weak to stop those eager hands of his, and in a moment, he would have my false pussy completely exposed! Then it hit me: "Uh-- K-Kiss me, Eddie." I put a half-limp arm over his neck and pulled weakly. He leered delightedly and followed my lead. "Like a little lovin' hunh? How's this?" All at once his big manly chest was pressing onto my feminine rubber- clad bosom and his strong lips were on my soft, lipsticked mouth. I felt his tongue invade me as he grabbed and groped.... It was awful! Is this what women put up with, I wondered? But at least he wasn't trying to take off my clothes anymore. He started to come up for air, and, fearful, that he would start disrobing me once more, I pulled him back and returned his kiss passionately. "Mmmm," I sighed. "Don't stop kissing me, Eddie. Don't ever stop..." "Well, are you two enjoying the sunshine?" Angela's mocking voice startled both of us. Eddie practically bolted up from atop me, and I blushed a deep red, wondering how much of my performance Angela had overheard. "Don't be shy." She smiled at Eddie with warm reassurance. "Nothing wrong with a little Passion Party! But you can see it's tired our little girl out, so I'm afraid I'll have to take her in for Lunch. Maybe she can see you again tomorrow!" And then I was back in her strong black arms, being carried back across the green lawn and into the safety of Cynthia's condo. After Lunch, Angela carried me to the bedroom and laid me out on the bed. I was feeling warm, relaxed and ready for a nap. As I feebly lay there, she removed my swimsuit, spread my legs, and applied the solvent that would loosen the false pussy between my legs. I was grateful for that; I would sleep better without the unnatural encumbrance. But there was something else that would help me sleep even more. It had been days since I'd seen Cynthia, or touched; any woman for that matter. I knew Angela wasn't really a woman, but she looked like one, Dammit. Her breasts swung down as she bent over me, and I watched her fine, dark ass, bounce and wiggle in the brief string-bikini bottoms she still wore. I reached up and rubbed a hand over one round cheek..... She froze, perhaps expecting some attempt at freedom. But I was too tired, too relaxed, and frankly too horny to think of escape. As I continued to gently stroke her backside, I found my fingers dancing around the narrow string waistband. She relaxed and went back to work liberating my genitals. Without ever deciding to, I slipped her bottoms down. A smooth, round ass, sexy as any woman's, faced me. Summoning up my strength, I half sat-up and kissed it. Undeniably female. I reached between her legs and felt her love mound. I knew it was rubber, yet it felt very real, and I began to finger it as I would a woman's. I don't know what she was feeling through the plastic, but she began moaning sensuously. I felt the cool air on my genitals as they were released, and knew I was hard as rock. Her lips were on me. She swallowed me in one gulp, licking and churning with her lips and tongue in the best blow job I'd ever had, as I rubbed her puss and kissed her black ass. I could feel myself gathering for the explosion. She was moaning and turning red in the face as she increased the-rhythm. Then, suddenly, she broke off and looked down at me. I was surprised that her neck and tits were blushing "Shall we have a party together?" she asked softly. "I can have this thing off my rod in a jiffy and share it with you!" I wasn't ready for that. Her suggestion actually startled me: That I, a wealthy and virile male would even consider doing that to another man! "No!" I squeaked. She frowned, then finished undressing me, ignoring my obvious need. "Will Madam want' the yellow or the peach nightie for her nap?" "Why can't you just leave me naked?" "It's not lady-like." "I'm not a lady!" He flashed those cruel, stern eyebrows at me. "Little Missy's getting cranky. Can't mind her manners. Maybe I'll just let her sleep naked... on the balcony!" "NO!" I cried. "I'll take the yellow one! I'll be good, and sleep in the yellow nightie!" She stared down at me coldly. "Okay, but next time there's no second chance. If you can't choose to wear from what I offer, I'll put you outside in your Birthday Suit... "And this." She stroked my cock disdainfully. "May or may not be showing! I wouldn't mind making it feel good, but I like to get off too! That, little scene was your idea, you know, but if you want any more, you'll have to be a lot more accommodating!" She pulled the nightie roughly onto me, rolled me under the covers and turned out the lights. Leaving me alone in the dark to ponder my feelings. **** A FEW DAYS LATER... After my nap, Angela brought a package into my room. "They were having a sale at my favorite TV Boutique, so I picked you up a few things, Madam." By now I was so used to being addressed this way that I barely noticed it. What I did notice was the way my full, firm breasts wiggled as I pulled myself half-up. They looked like they must have grown another couple sizes, and I wondered for the umpteenth time just what medication Angela was giving me. He reached into a pink paper bag and pulled out another false pussy. I was oddly relieved to see that this one was white, with blonde hair to match my own. She lifted, the hem of my nightie, exposing my unpantied crotch, and - tucking my male equipment down between my legs - attatched the epoxied piece of nylon and latex to my groin. "I'm sorry, but they were out of solvent, so we'll just have to leave this on you till they get a new shipment." "What? How am I going to -uh- relieve myself?" "If you mean pee, there are holes in the pussy that let you do that like a lady. If you mean sexually, well you had your chance a couple days ago; now you'll just have to wait!" She pulled off my nightie and I curled my legs, feeling terribly feminine and vulnerable as she carried me into the bath. It was as if my own manhood had been locked away from me now... and Angela had the key! The bath routine was well established by this time: The cream that removed my hair was hardly necessary anymore, and Angela concentrated on re-shaping my eyebrows into a graceful feminine arch. Lotion softened my skin, and I moaned as Angela rubbed it into my sensitive breasts, tweaking my nipples to arousal causing waves of pain and frustration in my cramped-up male equipment. After that came the hair treatment, a special lotion to aid in styling and lengthening my growing blonde locks. Then the nail polish on fingers and toes. Then the red lipstick, blush and eyeshadow. Finally, I was ready to be "dressed" in sheer, black opera-length hose, high-heeled slippers, and a strapless nightie of sheer see-through blue silk that clung to my breasts shamelessly. Angela decided to put my hair in rollers then, and sat down in front of the television, with me seated on the floor, between her legs, for "covenience." The feel of perfumed thighs across my bare shoulders was maddening, and he emphasized this by crossing her legs "accidentally" brushing my nipples with bare toes as he worked on the curlers. There was nothing on that Angela wanted to watch, so, without consulting me, he stuck in a videotape. It was a really weird porno flick: I could never tell who was what. You'd see a guy making love to a beautiful woman, and halfway through the scene, you'd find out she was really a man. Later, these two guys started getting it on, and I started to turn away in disgust until it suddenly showed they were both women! I don't know which it made me: more horny or more confused. It certainly did a bit of both! I was so aroused after watching it that I thought I'd never get to sleep, but Angela gave me a couple of pills and put on a soft audio that played gently in the background and before I knew it I was out like a light. Funny thing was, when I woke-up the next morning, I had a strange feeling of well-being! I mean, here I was, more feminized than ever, and more completely in Angela's power, yet for the first few minutes after awakening, I just had these soft, meek, contented sensations. I shook it off, wondering... After Lunch, Angela plaited my hair into braids and took me back down to the pool, where the teenage boys were still hanging around. I was relieved to see no sign of Eddie. The boys, on the other hand, were really disappointed that Angela had dressed me in a long, zippered housecoat - I'd have felt better about it if I hadn't been completely naked underneath! "Now you're getting a teensy bit stronger, we don't want our little girl to try running away." He smiled as she set me on the chaise. She was wearing a tight, short-skirted white Nurse's uniform, and the contrast with his dark skin was intriguing. "I'm expecting Company and won't be able to tend to you for a little bit," Angela went on. "So I'll just take precautions in case you need to go potty!" Before I could protest, she unzipped my housecoat and pulled it off! The guys across the pool looked up as he lifted my legs and sprinkled my crotch and bottom liberally with baby powder. I was still too shocked to speak and too weak to move as she set my butt down on a square of thick white silk that he pulled up and pinned at my waist. "A diaper!" I gasped. "You're going to leave me here in a diaper?" "That's right, Honey-Buns." Angela's smile was as wide and pleasant as ever. "And if you make the teensiest objection, I'll add plastic panties, a baby bonnet and a pacifier for you to suck on! Well?" My eyes widened in shock, but I said nothing, merely folding my arms over my big, naked breasts as I sat there, diapered and in pigtails, while the boys in the distance subtly jockeyed for position. Angela just smiled and waved to them as she left. Gradually, one or two at a time, the college boys drifted nearer. Before I knew it, they were gathered around me, standing there in their tight trunks and T-shirts. They were at that age where they might be considered pretty, with hairless legs and soft faces.... they looked just like the male-disguised women in that video! A thought flashed across my mind: if I was really a man, maybe they were really girls... and it made me crazy. Here were these young women, staring at me with pure lust! My trapped manhood tried to swell in its confinement as the silk didie slid across my soft bottom, and the smooth skin of my hands stroked my stiff nipples. The most daring of them knocked my arm away and squeezed my breast softly. I moaned and closed my eyes. "Yow, she's getting off," one of them cried in a high voice, and they were on me like a pride of lionesses, rubbing my tits, reaching under the loose diaper to feel my feminine crotch. My skin was electrified. In my mind's eye, they were pretty young girls with perky breasts pushing against their wet T-shirts. Then, when I opened my eyes, I was truly surprised to see myself surrounded by a forest of cocks! They were rubbing me with one hand and themselves with another. I opened my mouth to scream as they started erupting, spilling their seed all over me! In seconds, I was spattered with white goo!! "HEY!" someone shouted. They scattered like deer. A good-looking young woman in an elegant summer dress stood over me-a familiar woman! "Gladys!" I whimpered, burning with shame as the sticky stuff oozed down my feminine curves. "Well, Dearie," she sneered. "I see you're using a new kind of sun-tan lotion! I bet you're just waiting for someone to rub it in!" Gladys and I had made it a few times, right around the time I first started seeing Cynthia. I remembered she was a good lay, but easy, and I had always treated her a little disdainfully. Now, though, it was she who was looking scornfully down at me! "I always thought you were queer, you little faggot. Is this why you quit seeing me? So you could turn into a girl and seduce boys? I ought to call the Police! And I would, if it didn't mean getting involved. I just hope you get what's coming to you!" I wanted to protest, to explain, to say something in my own defense! But she had already spun around on her high heel and was stalking off. And Angela was standing there before me, smiling wider than ever. XXX She was bathing me in the sink, like a baby, spraying the stickiness off my soft skin with the hose attachment while I sat there on my bare butt, knees up, sobbing softly. "Now, now," Angela cooed. "All little babies cry when they get their hair washed! It don't hurt now, does it?" "A-Angela." Imanaged at last. "Where did Gladys come from? Why was she here?" "I invited her over to see you, Little Sweetness!" he teased. "I'm so proud of my little baby I just couldn't resist showing her off! Lucky for me you kept that little black book at your place, so I'd know where to find her!'" "My place? You mean you've been in my apartment?" "It's not Your Apartment anymore, Dearie. Remember those papers you signed? I sub-let it, about the time I transferred your trust funds and bank accounts!" "You what--? My what--?" "Don't worry your little head about it, Baby. Just get used to the idea that all the stuff you used to own back when you were a man is someplace else now. Mama Angela will give it back, if you're a good little girl!" "A good little--" This was becoming more arid more unbelievable every second. What did this half-sexed 'tyrant want from me? "You want me to- to.... You want sex, is that it?" "Oh no, Sweetness." Angela's constant smiling good nature was maddening. "I mean, sex is nice, but it's no fun if the other partner doesn't really want to do it. No, I have something different I want you to do for me! "That address book of yours was full of names, Honey. So you're going to be having a lot more company over to see you! And if you're a good little girl and tell them all how much you love looking and acting like I tell you to, then I'll see about getting you your things back!" Sitting there, wet, naked and feminine in that cramped sink, I shivered, hugging my weak arms about me for warmth as Angela scrubbed my back with a soft brush. The un-asked question hung between us: "And if I don't?" "If anyone thinks you're not completely happy looking like you do and acting like I tell you," Angela supplied the answer, "then I could get in a lot of trouble! So if I get the notion someone thinks you want rescued, I'll just take those things of yours I can get away with and disappear. It's in lots of accounts under different names, so I'd be able to live very well, with no fear of getting caught. And as for you, well, I know of a brothel here in town where they're not too fussy about what kind of girls they keep, and they keep them there whether they like it or not: You dig?" I dug: either go along with Angela's plans until Cynthia got back, or lose everything I had and possibly end up as a slave in a kinky brothel! "I understand," I murmured meekly. "What will you have me do, Ma'am?" "You'll see!" She smiled with delight. "For right now, I'll just give you some pablum and a few pills, then play another nice tape while you sleep, to make things easier for you!" **** A FEW DAYS LATER... The purple velvet knee-breeches were so tight I had barely been able to fasten the sixteen pearl buttons on the left side that held them closed. White silk knee-stockings with purple, velvet ribbons ran up my shapely legs, matching the tight silk blouse that barely buttoned across my big, bouncing breasts. A short jacket of purple velvet had somehow been pulled over the blouse, and the white lace trim scratched at my neck as I moved. I had a big white cap on my head, with purple silk ribbons that trailed down behind me, subtle makeup, and white silk gloves buttoned onto my hands so tight I couldn't close my fingers in them. The last item, of course, was my shoes: White patent leather, shined to a dazzling gleam, with three-inch heels and a huge purple rhinestone on the tight buckles! I think it was these that caught Amanda's attention first, as I stood in the parking lot at the Country Club. Then her eyes were naturally drawn to my outlandishly childish attire. Finally, her pretty lips dropped open as she got a good look at my face and recognized me! Amanda and I had made it about four or five times, six months ago. She was tall, big-boned and well-proportioned, a divorcee with a teenage daughter. She was an enthusiastic lover, I recalled, but somehow her daughter Shellie took a dislike to me, and I had broken, up with her rather abruptly. Now, she and Shellie were striding into the Country Club, as I made a show (on Angela's instructions) of Just Leaving. Both were attired in Riding Habit, and looked startlingly masculine in their boots, jodhpurs and tweeds. For my part, I felt incredibly feminine and childish in my silly get-up, and I hoped fervently, that they would just pass by without comment. No such-luck! Amanda stopped in mid-stride as they drew near me and called my name. "Is it really you?" Her voice was loud enough to carry across to a group of my old golfing buddies, who had looked up at, the sound of my name. "What the Hell are you doing in that get-up?" Shellie giggled as I answered meekly. "Oh, I dress this way all the time now, Miss Amanda! I've even hired a Nanny to look after me! She didn't think I should go out today, but I so wanted to see everyone!" "See Mummy," Shellie sneered, "I told you he was weird! Look at him... or IT!" I turned to the little brat and curtsied sweetly. "Good afternoon, Miss Shellie." I thought the pleasant smile would break my face, but with Angela, dressed in a conservative grey-dress, looking on, I had no choice but to continue in a soft voice. "It's so good to see you again! I've been hoping I could visit with you soon and play Dollies!" "Play-!" Amanda's natural strength of character kept her from acting shocked, but the look in her eyes was one of total contempt. "Is this what you really wanted when we... Good Lord!" "Yes..indeed, Miss Amanda." I curtsied again, and the men across the parking lot broke up laughing. "I just adore acting like a little girl- child, and dressing in silks and velvet, and I'm so glad I started living this way at last, after all those years of pretending to be a grown-up man!" "I have an idea, Mummie," Shellie piped up. "Let's take her home with us! After the way he used to act so high and mighty, it'd be having her for a Little Sister! I could dress her up in front of all my friends and even spank her on the bare bottom, like he once threatened to do to me!" "Hmmm." Amanda raised an interested eyebrow and tapped thoughtfully on her chin with the handle of her riding crop. Inwardly I quivered at the thought of being spirited away in this childish, feminine condition, at the mercy of that little brat. I had visions of myself being forcibly dressed as a little girl, in short party dresses with ruffled pettis, or tiny panties heaped with lace, and being made to play with dolls in front of mischievous, spiteful girls. I shivered and looked he1pessly towards Angela-who just giggled softly! "Ummm, it's tempting," Amanda said at last. "But I'm afraid she'd be just too much trouble. Let's leave her to her little pervisions and get on with our Riding Lesson." "Well," Shellie swallowed her disappointment, "at least I can give her a little present!" And before I could move, she stepped behind me and cracked my bottom with her riding crop! Even with my tight velvet breeches and silk bloomers, it was incredibly painful! I cried out, and tears sprung to my eyes. But something else, even worse, happened atthe same time: As pain shot across my big, soft bottom, I felt a sudden, inexplicable wave of sexual arousal! What was this? I wasn't a masochist... was I? On the drive home, crouching in my oversized Kiddie Seat so no one would see me, I asked the question that had been on my mind the last several days.... "What's in that sleeping pill you give me every night? And what are those tapes you play in my sleep?" "Just some things to keep you happy this way." Angela smiled. "A little tranquilizer to make you more suggestible and some post-hypnotic thing to re-direct your sexual desires!" "Re-direct my--- What are you doing to me?!" "Don't worry, Little One." The words had an immediate calming effect on me...outwardly, anyway. "It'll all wear off when Miss Cynthia comes back." That's right, I reminded myself. This would only go on for a few more weeks at most. Then Cynthia would return and I could tell her all the things Angela had done to me, and she'd help me. Ohhh, it was going to be so nice to be a man again! Maybe I'd even marry her, out of gratitude for getting me Out of this! But first, I had to concentrate on getting through the next two or three weeks. **** THAT EVENING... "It's been some time now since you had your little thingie out for good times, hasn't it, Little One?" I recognized now that the phrase "Little One" had the effect of making me suddenly meek and docile. Inwardly I raged and fretted at being controlled this way, but outwardly, all I could do was lower my eyes and nod submissively. "Well, it's not coming out tonight, anyway, but l thought you really should get a little fun! Would you like that, Little One?" "Yes ma'am," I said softly. "You, seemed to enjoy that spanking this morning," Angela went on. "Didn't you?" She was lounging about, as usual, in tight silk bra and panties, a soft yellow to contrast with her dark, feminine curves. Maybe it was the sight of those curves that caused the surge of involuntary sexual excitement. Pain shot through my cramped male organs, swelling inside the false pussy that had trapped them for weeks now. Maybe. But all I could think of was that delightful stinging across my naughty girlish bum! I myself was wearing a translucent strapless nightie of sheer pink silk, and the way, it swished and tickled at my nipples and thighs was all at, once unbearably sensuous. "Yes, Ma'am," I murmured at last. "I guess so." "Mmmhmm." He grinned knowingly. "And I'll bet you'd like another one, wouldn't you?" Oh no, I thought, I wouldn't! The very notion of, being spanked by this hulking, effeminate she-male sent waves of galling humiliation through my shapely limbs. IMAGINE, being hauled over those sleek, powerful thighs and spanked on the bare bottom by those strong, soft black hands! My knees almost buckled. Angela saw me quake, and smiled. "I won't make you ask for a spanking, Little One," she said. "Not yet, anyway. I'll make it easy for you: If you want a nice, sexy bottom- warming, just take off those darling pink panties you're wearing and put them between your pretty red lips!" It was impossible. Unthinkable. Yet before I knew it, my panties were dangling shamefully from my mouth, and my hands were crossed daintily over my crotch, to keep my feminine pussy from showing beneath the lacy hem of my sheer, short silk nightie! "How sweet!" Angela nodded approvingly. "Now just run along to my bedroom. I left the bed unmade, 'cause I had a feeling we'd be using it! I want you to kneel down and put your face down in the mattress, right where you think my pretty black bottom goes! And I want you to wait there for me. Do it, Little One!" As if in a helpless dream, I found myself scampering to her bedroom, my shapely legs, flashing and my smooth, round ass wiggling sensuously. My breasts bounced and jiggled under my nightie as I ran, exciting me even more.... The next thing I knew, I was face-down on the bed, knees buried in the soft carpet, as nearly two hundred pounds of dark-skinned she-male settled on my shoulder blades! Angela wiggled her silk-clad bottom for emphasis. "You're gonna LOVE this, Little, One!" SMACK! It was awful!!!! Pain shot through my tender pink globes, and I thrust my head into a pillow to muffle my tears! "Y-Yes, Love." SSLLAAPP!,L! SMACKKKKU! SSWWWAPPPPPP!!!!!!H! Time and again, the big, tan palms beat pain into my poor, quivering backside! I felt my cheeks burn, my nipples stiffen, and my crotch tingle with sheer sexual excitement! Yet even worse than the shame of being transformed, feminized and enslaved by this black transvestite, was the sudden, overwhelming certainty that she had conditioned me to become aroused by this! It was like some horrid addiction: I hated this beyond description, yet it also excited a terrible feminine yearning inside me! And all too soon it was over. I was kneeling beside the bed, between Angela's legs. She had removed her, panties and the false pussy that hid her male equipment, and I could see that the spanking had excited her, too. "You loved that, didn't you Lttle One," she breathed softy. My eyes were mesmerized by the throbbing, rampant male thing in front of me. The voice from my lips seemed like someone else's: "Y-Yes, Love." "Are you grateful? Grateful enough to give Angela a little pleasure?" "Ohhh-y-yes Sweetheart!" "Even if that poor hungry man-thing you have hidden in there..." She raised her bare foot and nudged my false pussy for emphasis. "... doesn't get any pleasure? Not for a long, lonngg time?" The sigh was a groan of frustration within me, but when it came from my lips, it sounded, more like a woman's pleasurable moan. "Minmm ... yesss, Darlingggg!" This was so confusing! How could I, a virile heterosexual male, be saying these things? Feeling these things? Yet under the sheer silk nightie, every pore of my quivering feminine flesh seemed to be crying out with desire. "All right, Sweetheart." Angela's hands on the back of my head guided my face to her maleness. "Do a good job now, and I think you'll find a nice surprise!" It was impossible. Unthinkable. Yet as I nuzzled, kissed, licked and sucked softly at the long, dark object of my desire, I found the surprise Angela had promised: This was turning me on! Inside me, I wanted to weep with shame and humiliation. But all I could do was flutter my pretty lips daintily, to prolong the pleasure for my beautiful Male Mistress! **** A FEW DAYS LATER.... The metal was cold on my bare flesh. It was like a stainless steel cage, but one cut to my personal measurements: Small hoops welded to steel bands that held my arms, legs and head straight and motionless. Curved bands of bright metal around my breasts and buttocks, forcing them up and out in shameful prominence, making my feminine curves seem rounder and more vulnerable, as if to mock my rigid helplessness. Angela had sewn a Bridal Gown over this, one of sheer, see-through white nylon, with cut-outs for my massive breasts and a ridiculously short skirt to show off my long dark-silk stockinged legs and big pink bottom. Beneath the skirt, only partially hidden, was a white ribbon tied in a big floppy bow over my tiny, stiff erection. I could say nothing. A massive cock-plug was locked between my pretty red lips until such time as Angela chose to remove it. Since releasing me from the prison of that false pussy yesterday, Angela had kept me from touching my manhood in any way. I had been shocked to see how the weeks of confinement and medication had shrunk it so humiliatingly small, but it felt as tinglingly needful as ever. Cassie looked at it and sneered. "So you were into this all along! Damn!" I remembered painfully, my few dates with Cassie, what seemed a lifetime ago. Petite, sensuous, and passionate, she would have been an ideal Lay. But she had a kinky streak that turned me off, and when she became insistent about the joys of bondage and spanking, I dumped her. Now she stood behind me, dressed in thrilling leather hip-huggers and matching gloves, her dark hair slicked back man-style. She tugged painfully on my bound elbows and I moaned. "She can't answer you, Cassie." Angela, dressed in a leather corset and thigh-length boots that showed off her big breasts and cock, prompted me: "Blink twice for Yes, Little One!" I blushed, I burned with shame and frustration. But my eyes, with a mind of their own, blinked twice. "Neat-O!" Cassie grinned. "How about if me and Angie here give you a really tough spanking? Or how about we Make It in front of you while you watch and remember this great bod of mine? Or maybe I take videos of you going down on Angie?" "Why not All Three?" Angela chuckled. "You'd really love that, wouldn't you Little One?" Once again, my eyelids betrayed me cruelly. With a wicked smile, Cassie pulled the bow from my shrunken manhood, and the feel of the silk whipping across my little cock almost ignited me right there. But she tied the ribbon around my thighs, tightening it just below my buttocks, forcing my bottom-cheeks up and out around the metal rod that held me rigid. "Mmmmrn." She almost licked her lips with pleasure as she hefted the leather paddle in her hand. "This is gonna be one long, sweet night!" **** MORE DAYS LATER.... The leather corset was crushingly tight, just like the high heels and the leather single-mitten that held my hands cupped together in front of me. The Work-Table in Cynthia's basement was strong enough to hold the two of us. Besides, the rafters down there were perfect for setting up the Lights! Yes, the Lights. They seemed to highlight every big, pink, feminine curve of me as Angela set up the Video Camera, then bound my willing form to the table and climbed atop me, snaking a long, smooth black leg under my tummy and between my bound arms, tickling my nipples with her bare toes, then cradling her foot in my cupped palms and raising the brown digits to my lips. "That's right, Little one," he teased. "Kiss and suck my toes very nicely now, and then you can lick the soles of my perfumed feet! This excites you too, doesn't it, Little One?" He asked mockingly. "Just as much as the Spanking?" I nodded agreement. Or rather, my head did. I hated this! I despised my feminine shape, dreaded the spankings Angela subjected me to, and positively loathed the degrading attentions I was forced to lavish upon him! But the hypnotic suggestions, repeated over and over again in my half- drugged sleep, together with my own frustrated sex drive, were too strong for me. Angela could condition me now to respond to any stimulus she chose, and she had chosen, Pain, Humiliation..., and Herself! She was dressed in exotic African jewelry that I vaguely remembered having seen once before. The way it contrasted with her dark skin excited me terribly, and as she began swatting my round, defenseless bottom with a short riding crop, I felt my shrunken, stiff male equipment throb with desire. I couldn't climax, of course. Not without the secret Code Word that Angela stubbornly refused to use. But I could Want. And as the spanking made my bottom tingle, I could feel the warmth and the need spreading through me uncontrollably. "Ummmmmmn! 0ooaahhhh...." I moaned as I paid oral homage to her black feet. "Unggghh! Lllddarringg, litake llmmee lltoo llbeddd!" "Wait just a bit longer, Little One." Angela never missed a beat. "I want to make sure the camera captures enough of this for me to edit and send to all your friends! Then we'll move on to the other Fun and Games, and I know you'll want to capture those on Video! Won't all your old acquaintances be thrilled to see what's become of you?" In the bedroom, Angela removed, my clothes, took the ribbon from my hair and tied it around my moth The ropes that had held me to the table now bound my arms crossed behind my neck. Angela laid me on the thick carpet in front of the full-length mirror, face down, and sat atop me, her round black bottom pressed excitingly into my naked back. "You were once very anxious to see yourself in this mirror, Little One; Remember?" he reminisced. "I was wearing the same thing then that I am now... but you were dressed Much Differently!" WHACK! The riding crop came down across my glowing butt. "Well now that things are so changed, I'm forbidding you to use this mirror! You can just close your eyes and look down at the floor while I, toast your Hind End some more!" WHACK!! "And when I'm through, I'll take off, that gag and put that sweet mouth of yours to good use!" WHACK! WHAPPPP!!! My face burned with shame until it was red as my bottom, and I wished fervently that I'd been nicer to this ebony: she-male back when I looked more manly and had more clothes! But for now, all I could do was wait until Cynthia came back... if she ever did. And until then, there was sexy, exciting Angela for me to take care of! **** The days passed in a sexy blur of humiliation. Old girlfriends came to see me and laugh -- some more than once; I ran across the lawn, bound in arm-and-leg sheaths that doubled my limbs up, forcing me down on all fours as I fetched rubber dildoes in front of Noreen. For Dorothy, I dressed in one of Angela's Maid Outfits and served tea, curtseying prettily and simpering. Liz and Beth, the twins, couldn't believe how much spankings turned me on-that is, until Angela bound me upside down to a chair, my ass high and the back of my head resting on the cushioned seat, then sat on my face while the girls spanked my bottom and tickled my bare feet until I moaned with desire! Only then, after I begged and pleaded, did Angela consent to lower her panties and let me worship at her totem while the sexy twins watched! And there were the trips, of course, in various costumes. To my attorney's office, wheeled in an oversized Pram, wearing only a silken diaper, baby booties, and a tiny knit blanket, totally inadequate for covering my shapely breasts and legs. I sat up in the strong leather baby buggy and explained how I wanted Angela to have all my property and run all my affairs from now on, blushing as I held the soft cloth up over my bosom. The Lawyer had known me for years, but I don't think he really believed I was serious until Angela changed my wet didie right there in front of him! Then there was the Bank, wearing bold, whorish makeup and dressed in a sequined strapless minidress that hugged my curves shamelessly. I had to show my ID, sign my name to dozens of forms, and finally even talk to the Bank President before I could get my accounts all transferred over to Angela. Sitting in the chair, crossing my legs nervously in front of the stuffy old man, it seemed to take an eternity as amused secretaries came and went, but finally it was over and Angela had charge of all my assets. The last stop was the Athletic Club, with Angela and I dressed in elegant floor-length gowns, strolling 1 arm in arm together. They stopped us at the door, of course, but when I showed them my membership card and ID, they had to let us in. Naturally, there was a dull roar of murmurs throughout the Men's Only premises, especially when Angela and I went into the Locker Room and stripped down to daring string bikinis! Once again they tried to stop us from entering the Pool, but Angela smilingly tugged down the front of her bottoms, then mine, to prove we were really men! I blushed furiously at the humiliating exposure, but all I could do was hug my darling Angela tighter. Of course the Pool emptied out as soon as we entered, and it was only minutes later that I was informed my membership was canceled. Totally unconcerned, Angela calmly took me back to the Locker Room and had me towel off her lush brown body, then kneel to help her put on her panties, hose and heels. Finally I buttoned her dress behind her, and she told me to just leave my own clothes hanging there in the Locker Room. "As a reminder to everyone!" so I had to follow her out to her car in just my brief bikini! As we pulled away, she saw a tear of humiliation in the corner of my eye and patted my bare, feminine thigh reassuringly, "There, there, Little One," he cooed. "Now that none of your old friends and associates will have anything to do with you anymore, we'll just get you some new ones! I know of a delightful, little Club we can go to this evening And you know... I think it's Amateur Night!" **** It had once been a tiny theater. Now it was a Night-Club, with tables facing the stage and a Bar where the Foyer had been. When we came in I noticed that the coat-check "girl" was really a guy, wearing only a long T-shirt and sandals. When Angela whipped off my long, all- concealing cloak, he took an appreciative look at my bare, thrusting breasts, tight patent-leather corset, matching elbow-length gloves, and shapely stockinged legs, set off by six-inch heels. He studied my perfect makeup and dramatic, upswept hair-style appreciatively. Then his eyes travelled to my erect manhood, clearly outlined in the tight, sheer lace panties, and he fought back a laugh. "You should throw them back," he snickered. "They're too small to keep!" Angela laughed and stroked the tiny things with mock tenderness. "Well, she did so want to come out and play with the Big Boys!" She cracked.. Wearing only heels, hose, panties, corset and gloves, I obediently sauntered beside my male mistress, pausing beside her as we passed from table to table and she introduced me to her friends. And of course, at each table I explained how much I loved my new submissive she-male identity and asked if there was anything I could do to show my total subservience. And what a crowd my "new friends" were! There were muscular, hairy guys in tight shirts and cut-off s, willowy blondes in tight silk outfits, voluptuous brunettes in exciting lingerie, and a few persons with smooth, hairless bodies and flat chests, wearing only loincloths-I say "persons" because I had trouble telling Just what sex any of these people were, and, despite my show of flirtatious submission, I wasn't anxious to find out! But Angela just loved showing me off to everyone. She bound my gloved hands provocatively to my corset, then, with a few chains and a couple of rods, hobbled me so that I had to strut and swish outrageously with every step I took in my pantied bondage, showing off my massive breasts and miniscule manhood for everyone's amusement, and shwishing my nearly- bare bottom with each mincing move. Then something caught my eye: Off to one side of the room there was a row of shiny see-through plastic lockers of various sizes... with people in them! "That's where the guests stay," Angela explained. "Most of them asked to be there, but some have Masters and Mistresses who pay the owners of the club to keep them like that! When the Club closes, the owners take them out and make them clean the place till it's spotless. They get fed, cleaned, sleep on the floor in a back room, then locked up again for the next night's entertainment!" As I looked at the displays of creatures of both sexes, locked in those plastic cubicles, a shiver went through me. Most were in narrow lockers, displayed like department store dummies in bizarre attire: There was a muscular, hairy man in a long wedding dress, a woman encased in leather, and even an embarrassed gay couple, completely nude, huddled belly-to- belly in the cramped space. But these were the lucky ones! There were others, in tight confining bondage, held in even smaller cages, with low ceilings that forced them to crouch. As I looked closer, I saw that the tiny cages had holes large enough to push food - and things - through, and that a few of the patrons were amusing themselves by ordering the caged prisoners to put their mouths or asses up to these openings! How could anyone fall so low, I asked myself? Imagine becoming an anonymous receptacle for the passion of passing strangers... and even asking for it! Another shiver shook my bare shoulders, and I wished I could hug Angela for security... Where was Angela? I looked aound the crowded room and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw her, standing by the stage, talking to a familiar- looking red-head. He had removed his dress, and as he stood there in exciting dark silk lingerie, holding that sexy riding crop, I felt a tingle of excitement race through my pantied fanny. He had trained me well. A snap of the fingers and I was sashaying over, straining to see in front of me and keep my balance in the confining bondage. Laughter and whistles as I climbed up onto the stage and danced while the riding crop cracked across my bottom, driving me out of my mind with frustrated sexual desire! Finally Angela's arm tired, and she let me rest, even removing my corset and some of the bondage, so I could curl up at her sexy feet and lick her pretty toes. The woman she had been talking to approached us, and I vaguely recognized her as yet another former girlfriend. "You remember Cynthia, don't you, Little One?" Angela turned back to the woman. "See? Didn't I say I'd take such good care of him you wouldn't even recognize him when you got back?" Cynthia's eyes were wide with the surprise and contempt I had seen on all the faces of my former friends and lovers. I was used to it, and went into my familiar spiel automatically: "Mmmmn," I moaned. "Oh Angela Darling, I just lo-O-ove what you've done with me! I never dreamed the she-male life could be so wonderful!" "You mean you're really into this?" Cynthia asked in disbelief. "Ever since I met Angela." I had spoken the words so often they came like a well-conditioned reflex. "I wanted to look like her and be her sweet little suck-slave! Mmmm, the spankings she gives me just turn me on soo much!" "Then - then all the time you were seeing me, it was really Angela you wanted?" "I'm afraid so." I blushed and lowered my eyes demurely as I tried to remember this woman's name and figure out why it seemed important somehow. "I know I deserve to be punished for it, and I wouldn't blame you if you did something just awful to me, but Angela just thrills me so, I can't help myself!" "And you thought you'd use the time while I was out of the Country to experiment around a bit, eh?" Yes, I vaguely remembered now. This woman had worked for Angela, or Angela had worked for her or something, and she'd had to go someplace for awhile... and.... I racked my fuzzy brain for the answer until Angela gently stroked my butt with the riding crop, causing me to moan with desire once more. "I'm sorry, Angela." Cynthia turned to my male Mistress. "You explained it all to me and I just didn't believe it! How can I make it up to you... and thank you for showing me what a kinky thing this "guy" really is!" "Well," Angela looked devotedly at Cynthia. "I'm still your Maid you know! And if you've got your heart set on moving to England, like you said, I'd love to come with you!" "I'd love that too," Cynthia replied. "But -uh- what about "Little One" here?" "I don't think she'd miss me much." Angela smiled down at me. "I know she says she loves me, but really one master's as good as another to her, as long as there's plenty of spankings and bondage; Right, Little One?" "0ooh, that sexy talk just makes me get all creamy inside," I simpered. Cynthia's lip curled. "And I know or a place she can stay and be very happy," Angela went on. "So Miss Cynthia, if you'd like to go on home, I'll join you shortly, and we can make plans to move! It'll mean a lot of work for me, since I have stocks to sell and accounts to empty now, but really, I'm looking forward to it!" Cynthia was gone. Angela got me to my feet and paraded me around a little longer, showing everyone how much the spankings turned me on, and how eager I was to feast on her sexy maleness. She introduced me to the owners of the club and I went through my whole routine again for their benefit. Some money changed hands, then Angela put a leash and collar on me, bound my wrists behind me to the collar, so that my back was arched as my arms strained in the new bondage, then blindfolded me and forced me to duckwalk as she led me around, pulling me teasingly to her crotch then backing away. "I