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Living on a Dead End Street~ Part Two ~ Tuesday by Ginny Wolf My alarm clock sounded early on Tuesday morning. I jumped out of bed, nearly completely awake as I needed some extra time to become ready and to fix breakfast for my wife Helene. While she continued sleeping, I took a quick shower, put my hair up on electric rollers as our rough and tumble love-making last night made my hair quite disheveled, and dressed in a toffee colored bra and matching panties. Helene demands that I look seductive while I prepare and serve her breakfast. The wives of my five neighbors on our quiet dead end street require the same of their husbands. Opening my hosiery drawer I selected a lacy blue garter belt and sheer blue stockings. From the shoe selection in my closet I picked a pair of peep toe blue pumps with 4" stiletto heels and covered myself with a see-through blue baby doll nightie. Once dressed, I took extra care standing in front of the bathroom mirror to apply my makeup. Eyes, cheeks and lips properly painted, I carefully removed my rollers and styled my hair, adding a dash of perfume to my wrists, knees and behind my ears. Thus prepared I went to the kitchen to make breakfast for my wife. My friends Ashley, Dallas, Gwin, Jodey, and Mallory each undertake similar rituals in their homes. Jodey and Dallas are sissy crossdressers, Jodey married to Kaia and Dallas married to Verena. Ashley, Gwin, Mallory and I are surgically created she-males who underwent breast augmentation and whose faces and derrieres had been reshaped into very ladylike curves in the operating room. The wives of the four of us had put us through a long course of stringent tight-laced corset training so we have shapely waists as well. Gwin is the submissive husband of Pauline, Ashley to Nadia, and Mallory to Sabrina. All six of us males have working male sex organs. Our wives, not related by blood and of differing ages, knew each other long before they married us but the how and why and when and where of their sisterhood have never been shared with us. Privately we househusbands gossip and guess but we will never be permitted to know the truth of the matter. As Helene told me shortly after we married fourteen years ago, "Page, you need not worry your pretty little head about it. It is too long and complicated a story for you to even begin to understand so just put those thoughts out of your mind. It is no proper concern of yours, my sweet. Your tasks are to be sexy, beautiful, domestic and obedient." The six couples live in neighboring houses on a cul de sac in our dead end street, a location selected by our wives before they began hunting for obedient spouses. The only other houses on our street are two on opposite sides of the entrance to our little avenue. In the house on the right live two gay men, Brody, a former Special Forces soldier, and Hamilton, a retired professional football player. Across from them live three lesbians, Philena, a retired military police officer, Calandra, a professional body guard and the third, Saffi, a former over-the-road trucker. Those five are The Minders. They keep watch on us while our wives work. None of the six of us are ever allowed to drive or even to leave our little street for any reason without the companionship of one of The Minders. As I heard Helene showering, I remained busy fixing her breakfast which today consisted of coffee, grapefruit juice, a stack of my homemade blueberry pancakes, a small cup of fresh blueberries and three links of turkey sausage. The clicking of my own heels on the kitchen floor as I dashed about kept me from hearing Helene's approach until she lifted my nightie and administered a firm love pat to my nylon-covered bottom. Before I could turn around she held me tightly to herself, kissing the back of my neck and rubbing my breasts with her left hand while with her right hand she held me firmly by my waist. "My, oh my! Such a good girl I have for my spouse! All cute and sexy, just the way I like her in the morning and she has fixed one of my favorite breakfasts." With that she spun me around and gave a deep, passionate kiss which began to give me an erection. "Take a plate and cup and sit beside me for breakfast, honey." Our wives regularly use feminine and masculine pronouns to refer to us as well as a variety of pet names and terms of endearment. We never assume that we may eat with our wives unless, as this morning as I was with Helene, specifically told to do so. This seemed an omen of a good, quiet day. As we ate Helene instructed me, "After I leave, stay dressed as you are now. Calandra will dress you in an outfit which I selected." The prospect of being dressed by My Minder sounded pleasant. For the second week in a row, Calandra was minding me. She is the sweetest, most compassionate of the lesbian Minders as well as beautiful and strong. I anticipated blushing in front of Calandra as I always do, standing in my bra and panties as I would begin to dress under her watchful eyes. Yet she might take me for a tumble on the bed as she properly could while minding me. And she always compliments me on my figure and appearance. I wondered what kind of ensemble Helene had selected but as she volunteered no additional information, I dare not ask. After breakfast, Helene picked up her handbag and briefcase, kissed me passionately, and informed me that she would not be home for dinner. "I've a meeting and will most likely return quite late, my dear. Feed yourself and don't wait up for me." None of the husbands know exactly what kind of professions our wives pursue. They are obviously successful, powerful and wealthy but provide their men with no financial information. Helene gives me money and explicit direction as to how it is to be spent. I must provide receipts and of course whether grocery shopping, running errands or buying clothes I am supervised by one of the Minders. This particular morning Helene wore a very professional, obviously expensive navy blue skirt suit with matching pumps. She looked every inch the successful business executive. "Have a good day, my dear," I responded. "Shall I wear my seashell pink nightie when I get into bed? Just in case my wife should feel the need to snatch my booty when she comes home?" Helene laughed. "You are well-trained, Page. Yes, do that. I may indeed feel quite needy when I finally arrive." Remaining in my morning seduction attire, I did the breakfast dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, started a load of laundry and began to tidy the living room. The door opened as Calandra and Brody entered. The Minders have keys to every home to come and go as they wish. I felt faint when I saw them for Brody carried his makeup kit while Calandra carried the boots, gloves, bit, harness, reins, and other accouterments of my pony girl outfit. My face paled and my eyes filled with tears. Dropping to my knees, I began to beg. "Please, Calandra, please, please, please! I beg you not that! Not today! I'll do anything, anything at all, for both of you! Just please, not the pony girl equipment today. I'm not ready. And it's still too chilly to go to the track, isn't it?" The wives own several dozen acres situated behind the cul de sac. In an area sheltered by trees they built a barn, a large cabin and a track. In the warm weather our wives make us perform for their pleasure in events such as mud wrestling, races in which we wear leotards, tights and heels as well as pony girl races. Callandra stomped her foot. "Stop that sniveling this instant, Page! These are Helene's orders for today and you will obey them, willingly or unwillingly, at your choice. Now, are you going to cooperate or do I have to put you on the electric paddler?" This monstrosity automatically spanks the victim who is tied into a kneeling position. The Minder can adjust the rate and pressure of the blows on a scale from 1 to 10. The pain is worse than any manual spanking from any of The Minders. Turning to Brody, she asked, "What do think, Brody? Our girl here being spanked at say a force of 7 or 8 while I put the Little Bovine Home Milking Machine at work on her privates for an hour or so?" "Oh, I don't know, Calandra. What about at a 9.5? And then we'd have to gag her, say with a big inflatable penis gag so we wouldn't have to listen to her shriek. That little gizmo makes for a mighty sore bottom. And what with being milked at the same time, when all is said and done, she'd be so feeble, you'd probably have to scoop her up with a spoon." "Of course, you know Brody, since she's complaining about not being ready, maybe we should corset her nice and tight, say down to a 16" waist, and take her over to the gym for 30 or 40 minutes on the pile- driver bike. What do you think of that option?" The pile-driver is an exercise bike with a dildo on the seat. The Minder places the hapless husband on the seat. When his buttocks touch the saddle, he can feel the dildo slide inside him, resistance being impossible. The Minder ties his hands to the handlebars and his feet to pedals and electronically sets the speed of the bike, making the dildo grow longer, wider, deeper and warmer, vibrating wildy as the speed of the bike increases and causing the unfortunate rider to feel like the brutish thing is about to split him in two. My worst experience consisted of 12 minutes on it at moderate speed, which left me so weak I had to be lifted off and revived with smelling salts. "That might be fun, Calandra. I'd love watching a pretty thing like Page shaking and squirming while the bike does a number on her. Sometimes it's real drama the way they struggle against the cuffs and try to lift their asses of the seat. Could be worse than the paddler, as afterwards she probably wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week, what with the way that exerciser would work over her ass. After 30 minutes she'll be in real sad condition. But if Ms Helene wants her in shape for pony racing, maybe we could just mummy wrap her and put her in a nice hot steam cabinet for 90 minutes with a steam mister over her head. That would make her slender in no time. Or leave her to slow cook in the sauna for a couple a hours. Same result, I think." Calandra stared hard at me, making me unsure how much she was teasing and how much she intended to make me fearful. As My Minders they could do any or all of these things. "What's it going to be, Page?" Lowering my eyes, I quietly stammered my answer, saying, "I'm... I'm... I'm really sorry for being a bad girl. I will make it up to both of you, if you will allow me." I sniffled once more, dreading what Brody might demand from me. "I know I don't really have a choice. I pledged my obedience in my wedding vows and if Helene wants me as a pony girl today, well that is what she shall have." These words I uttered so that Helene would read them in the daily report and not punish me. "That is a wise decision," Calandra replied. "Now you sound like the good girl I know you to be and I think you will enjoy your day today. After all, you are the prettiest and sweetest pony girl of the lot, isn't she, Brody?" "Yes she is, Calandra. We better get started dolling her up." Feeling better about the situation, I looked up and meekly said, "If you please, Calandra, be as gentle as possible today. I haven't worn my costume since last October and it takes some getting used to being back in the full regalia." "Of course, honey. Just give us your full cooperation and you'll be fine. We'll take it nice and slow. The Fourth of July festivities are just six weeks away and several of you girls will be racing during the fun and games. I'll cover you with your racing silks so you won't catch a chill going through the woods. Philena is making Ashley ready. We'll walk you two over to the area and check out the condition of the barn and the track." Her words made me feel better, at least as much as I could. For me the worst parts of the pony girl ensemble are having the bit in my mouth and the dildo with the horse tail in my bottom. Yielding passively to Calandra ensured her gentle treatment of me, at least as gentle as those savage devices could be. And having Ashley as my companion in suffering also helped. He married Nadia only nine years ago, is the newest househusband in the neighborhood and a close friend. I think him the prettiest of the she-males, indeed of the six of us. We share a lot, gossiping together whenever we can. If our wives are in a good mood, they allow the two of us to sit side-by-side in the salon while our hair drys and we can chatter away. Even though we would be totally unable to talk with the horse bits in our mouths, our eyes would give each other moral support as we knew what the other endured. I hoped Calandra would change and dress me in the bedroom but she instructed me to strip right there in the living room and began to put me in costume. First came a pair of dreaded chastity panties, a tight chastity device which gives the wearer a female-shaped crotch, hiding the male tool and preventing an erection. Looking cute, a pretty silver in color, my chastity panties hold me in as firmly as a super-tight girdle and have an opening in the rear for the dildo. Next came a silver lame bra over my breasts and tight silver lame stirrup pants which reach to my natural waist. Silver boots with a 6" stack heel with little metal horseshoes welded to the bottom went on my feet so that as I walk I leave hoof prints on the ground. Silver mittens made my hands useless. Calandra fitted cuffs on my wrists and secured a decorated collar around my neck. Next came the chest harness. This particular one is tied like a corset in front with a 17 pound saddle on the back. Just as a horse is securely cinched, Calandra cinched the leather straps across my chest. Being saddled was both good news and bad news. The good news: Ashley and I would not be pulling a sulky or a cart. The bad news: wearing a saddle is meant to remind us of our need to be unquestioningly servile and usually meant we would be tightly cinched and carrying the saddle's weight for much of the day. Brody sat me down, put a plastic cape over me and began to do my makeup. The man has a fascinating history of which I know only some parts. In addition to his military service, he worked in Hollywood as a makeup artist, taught martial arts, was a stringer photo-journalist and speaks Spanish and Mandarin Chinese among other things. He applied a lot of lipstick to my lips even though some of my mouth would be hidden by the bit after Calandra put it on me, heavily rouged my cheeks, glued false eye lashes on my both my upper and lower eye lids, covered them with a great deal of mascara, exaggerated my eyes with an extensive amount of eye liner, covered my eye lids with glossy silver eye shadow to match my bra and stirrup pants and accentuated my brows with an eye brow pencil. When satisfied with the way I looked, he turned to Calandra. "Okay, she needs to have her bit and bridle on before I do her hair." I winced, unable to escape the coming pain. Calandra picked up the device and fit it over me, buckling it in back of my head. A narrow strap bisects my face down the middle of my nose while two other straps angle down from the top of my nose to the bottom of my ears. The trio of straps hold in place a hard plastic bit in my mouth which stretches it widely, making it impossible to speak. She patted my bottom. "There, there now, my little one. See how easy that was when you cooperate?" Meekly I nodded my affirmation. Complimenting me on what I done with my hair before breakfast, Brody increased the height of my style by teasing it upward on either side of the strap running across my scalp. He plastered the updo in place with colossal amounts of hair spray. From somewhere he produced a large silvery plume which he inserted into to back top of my hair, back combed some hair over the tip to help hold it in place and dosed the area with more lacquer. "Okay, Page is about ready. Philena should have Ashley ready for her makeup and hair. Give me about twenty minutes and we'll see you two at the pathway gate. I'll style the girls' tails before we begin our walk." "Good, Brody," Calandra replied. "We'll see you there in twenty." He took his makeup kit and left. Turning to me, she said, "Alright, my sweet thing. You know what's next. Bend over. Don't worry. You are being a very good pony girl. I'll use lots and lots of gel." I nodded as best I could and bent over, clutching my ankles, no mean feat in my high boots. True to her word, Calandra began rubbing a large amount of lubricant around and in my opening. Her touch felt so gentle and so erotic I practically purred but couldn't because of the bit in my mouth. When she stopped, I took a deep breath, readying myself for the dildo's insertion. With long, slow, movement she slid the thing all the way up inside me and strapped it in place with the stout leather straps. At her command I stood up and immediately felt the fine hair of the tail tickling the backs of my thighs and my knees. Calandra took a moment to rub my ears and my chin before attaching the set of reins to the metal rings at the end of the bit. "My god, Page, you are the most beautiful pony girl I have ever seen. It's a shame you acted so badly at first. Fortunately for you, your conduct since then has been quite good and as long as you are obedient for the rest of the day nothing bad will appear in my written report. Unfortunately, you know that Brody will use your mouth or your rear end or both to satisfy himself. I know how either of those make you uncomfortable, my sweet lesbian she-male but you brought that on yourself. As for me," and she paused, giving me a devilish look, "well, tomorrow we have much shopping and other things to do. However, on Thursday, in atonement for your bad behavior, I shall put you across my knees and administer a good hand spanking, followed by several hours of keeping you diapered, with maybe a stroll around the block with you in baby reins, followed by a nap with a bottle, then hand milking and a diaper change. See what happens to bad little girls?" I nodded my head in agreement and gave her a wink. She laughed. The only bad part would be the public parade in baby reins, if she really made me do that. The rest would be great pleasure. Because of the tail dildo in my bottom, I could not sit and standing in my high boots, saddled and bridled, was tiring so I felt relief when Calandra prepared to go. Looking at her watch, she observed, "Almost time to move, little one. I'll get your silks." My silks, and those of my friends, look just like those that cover race horses, except they hang from our necks down to our boots. My silks are silver, of course, and bear the number 7, selected by Helene to give me luck. My dear Minder draped my silks over me, picked up the reins and gave a little tug as she started to lead me out of the back door and to the gate of the path going to the track and barn area. Although the tug was gentle, I felt pain in my mouth and nose. Of all the tests and tasks I undergo as Helene's spouse, one of the worst is being her custom pony girl. I feel in the deepest part of me, humiliated, belittled, totally obsequious, reduced to some kind of animal state, more like a strange household pet rather than a beautiful she-male spouse. Granted, Helene and the Minders always praise my figure and my athletic skill but I just feel like a trained circus animal, doing tricks. As we approached the gate I saw Ashley in his purple silks, purple plume in his teased hair, wearing boots, bit and bridle just like me, Philena holding his reins. Brody, true to his word, combed and teased and sprayed our tails into high arcs. My tail seemed much more comfortable, not tickling my thighs and knees but the ribbons Brody tied into bows at the end of our tails just made us look silly. Brody walked beside Calandra and Philena, the two lesbians leading me and Ashley by our reins along behind them. Fortunately the path was dry and firm, the walking pace moderate so that he and I did not trip in our high-heeled boots. We could not speak because of the bits in our mouths but we greeted each other with our eyes, glancing at each other whenever we could. Once we arrived in the recreational area, Brody went off in one direction while Calandra and Philena took us around the track at a sensible clip. Upon completion of one loop, Calandra commented, "Seems we can report that the track is ready for sporting events. Let's put our pretty ponies in the barn and finish our other chores." "God, these two are such alluring pony girls!" Philena replied. "Think we could harness them to a cart and have them take us for a little ride?" "Next time, girl friend. We've got other work to finish and clearly the bosses didn't authorize a cart ride today. That's why they had us saddle them rather than put harnesses on them. But no reason you can't ride your pony in bed once you have her home," Calandra smirked. She and Philena laughed. I caught Ashley rolling his eyes. They tugged at our reins and took us into the barn, continuing to talk about us as if we could not hear or understand them. "You gonna ride your pretty little pony?" Philena asked, snickering. "You bet," Calandra answered. "She's my sole duty assignment this whole week. Boss gave me carte blanche to tone and tame her this week however I see fit." "Lucky you!" "What about you? How's your duty roster?" "Today, just my pony girl. The rest of the week I have the pony and Gwin. Saturday I am scheduled to help the bosses in the salon day." "Me too! I love looking at our girls with their hair in curlers, having their nails done." "Yeah, I know. It's fun helping to make them beautiful, watching and helping them all femme and being prettified, permed, powdered, painted, pommeled, pumiced and picture-perfect." Calandra gave a hearty laugh. "I didn't know you were such a poet, Philena." "Oh just a word game I play in my own head sometime when I help at the salon." "How about pantied, petticoated, petted, pampered and perfumed?" In her turn Philena laughed. "See, now I have you doing it too." They put us in neighboring stalls, keeping us saddled and bridled. They attached chains to our collars, chains long enough so we could move around in the stalls, even lie down on our sides but we could communicate only by looking at each other over the tops of the locked stall doors. By this point I felt so exhausted that I rested on the straw and fell into a light sleep. I had no idea how long I napped until suddenly I heard Calanda whistle. "Up, girls, up! Nap time is over. Time to put on the feed bag for some lunch." She meant this literally. She entered my stall first, removed my bit and bridle and slid the feed bag in place. It is a smaller version of what is used on real horses, designed to fit firmly over the lower part of the human face. The top part rests right below my nose, the bottom part under my chin, held in place by straps running above and below my ears and fastened in the back of my head. The bag contains a special "pony girl feed" mixed from dried grains, fruits and vegetables. I must use my lips and tongue and shake my head up and down and side to side to move the contents into my mouth. However demeaning this process may be, that day, as on most of my pony girl days, I felt so hungry I worked to get every crumb. Ashley and I both finished in short order; however, no Minder was in sight so we could only look at each other over the gates, appearing ridiculous with the empty feed bags over our mouths. In another ten minutes Philena appeared, removed the feed bags and ran a hose of cold water close enough in front of us that we could lean over and sip from it as a child might from a garden hose in the summertime. Calandra soon joined her. They fastened our bridles back over our heads but did not force the bits into our mouths, removed the gloves, saddles and tail dildos and led us to an outhouse type building where we had a few minutes of privacy to relieve ourselves. Our wives being fastidious about our grooming and cleanliness, the outhouse consists of a long bench with a series of openings upon which to sit and answer nature's call yet it is always immaculately clean, free of insects and pleasantly scented. Ashley and I pulled down our stirrup pants and chastity panties. Sitting beside each other we took several minutes to empty our bladders and bowels and exchange a few words. "Page, sweetie, how are you doing?" "Alright now but I got off to a bad start. I panicked and fussed when The Minders came in with my pony girl outfit. I've done okay since then but they both will discipline me which means I'll be taking it in my bottom or in my mouth or both from Brody when we return to the house. What about you, honey? You doing alright?" "Oh, you poor thing! I'll be thinking of you later. I was startled when My Minder arrived but I did fine until she started to put the dildo in my rear. Then I panicked and tried to wiggle away. Bad move. She rammed it up my bottom. Added to that I tried to turn my head away from the bit. I face a paddling with a leather strap and a machine milking along with a session in handcuffs and leg-irons. Depending upon what she puts in her report, I'll probably receive more discipline from my wife. What about you? Do you face punishment from Helene?" I chuckled softly. "No but I'll be paying a big price for a couple of days. If you see me being walked along the street on Thursday in diapers and baby reins, know that's part of my payment for a good report." Ashley laughed. We whispered together for several more minutes. Finishing our relief efforts, we pulled our chastity panties and stirrup pants back up and exchanged a hug and several tender kisses. "Thank you, Page. On days like today I couldn't survive without you, honey." "You know I feel the same way, my dear." We kissed once more and stepped outside. The Minders promptly put the bits back into our mouths, the tail didos back into our rears, the mittens on our hands and the saddles on our backs. They led us over to the Maypole and I knew we would have a workout before they took us home. The Maypole is ten feet tall, a candy-striped canopy at its top extending out about three yards. A number of heavy, steel chains extend from the pole's center and a well-worn circular path runs around the thing. Our Minders looped our reins behind our backs and attached a chain to our collars, positioning Ashley at twelve o'clock and me at nine o'clock. Calandra clapped her hands to get our attention. "Listen up, girls. You know the drill for this exercise. When I tell you to, you will commence moving in a clockwise direction, keeping your chain taut, your distance apart constant, and at the pace I call out, keeping your heads up, those lovely bosoms thrust out. If I call for parade strut, the knees come up, nice and high. How long we do this depends upon you. Cooperate, make a good effort and we all go home soon. I know this your first workout since last fall but I expect a good faith attempt. Ready? Walk!" Ashley and I started moving, the Maypole creaking a bit as we began to turn it. "Trot!" We moved a little faster. "Canter!" We increased the pace. "Good effort, girls. Now let me see a gallop!" We began to run as best we could in our high boots, the bits hurting our mouths, our saddles seeming to double in weight. "Walk!" "Trot!" "Canter! Let me see those cute asses wiggling. That's it." The sight of Ashley's pretty bottom wiggling in his tight purple stirrup pants fascinated me and I made an effort to keep my head up and not focus too much on his seductive derriere. "Back to trot!" He still looked gorgeous. I wondered how much longer Calandra would exercise us. "Now parade strut. Let's go. Let me see those knees up!" Parade strut is slow-paced but difficult because we have to lift our knees up and straight out at each step. Again, Ashley's beautiful body, shapely legs and cute tush distracted me. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings and actually felt thankful that my chastity panties prevented me from having an erection. Calandra put us through the cycle one more time- walk, trot, canter, gallop, trot, parade strut, walk. "Good girls! Okay. That's it for today. Let's head for home." She removed the bit from my mouth, placed a maple sugar cube on my tongue and gave me a blast of water from a squirt bottle before reinserting the bit. Philena did the same for Ashley. As if recognizing our need, Calandra chained my left wrist cuff to Ashley's right wrist cuff and took both sets of reins to lead us as Brody and Philena both carried tool boxes of some sort back toward the housing area. The Minders seemed almost as tired as Ashley and I so the pace was comfortably slow. Nearing the houses, Brody and Philena placed the tool boxes in a shed near the spa which had been built in back of the home of Verena and Dallas. Calandra undid my wrist from Ashley's wrist and Philena led him away. He and I exchanged one more furtive glance of support for each other, well aware of the painful discipline he and I both faced in the immediate future. Brody accompanied Calandra as she took me into my house. Upstairs in the bedroom she removed my pony girl regalia, ordered me to take a quick shower without musing my hair and return to the bedroom wearing only a red bullet bra, red panties, and red garter belt with red stockings. Returning to the bedroom as directed I was shocked to see the muscular Brody standing there totally naked with Calandra sitting in a chair, fully dressed, smirking at me. "Now my pretty, it is time for you to pay the piper for your impudent behavior this morning. As his satisfaction for your childish misconduct Brody decided to rightfully sample your pleasing rear end. Come over here." She stood, pulled down the corset lacing bar, placed my hands in the cuffs, locked them in place and lowered the bar until I was bent over, my tush an obviously ready target. Calandra resumed her seat. "The penitent is all yours Brody." "There she is, all sexy, sweet, lovely and just waiting for me," he said with a lustful tone in his voice. Up until to this point I had been in denial, hoping against hope that somehow Brody would decline his option. All afternoon I refused to come to terms with the obvious. I was going to be penetrated by his ample masculine tool, well up into my- hopefully- generously lubricated bottom. Worse yet, Calandra chose to stay and witness my shameful agony. My face began to turn bright red. More than three years had passed since the last time I had taken it in my bottom from one of the gay guys. I remembered all too well what it felt like, the pain, the embarrassment and a measure of unwelcome, unwilling pleasure. Brody pulled my panties off, tossed them across the room somewhere, stroked the half moons of my derriere and commenced to apply a large amount of gel. As he rubbed my intimate rear entrance and actually probed inside of me, I couldn't help but wriggle my hips as his skilled fingers generated some delightful but unwelcome sensations within me. I found myself shamelessly and lewdly spreading my legs in anticipation of his entrance. He tapped my thighs at my stocking tops, moving my legs yet wider apart. "Page," he said, "we're going to have a bit of virile love making. Even a pretty she-male like you needs a reminder from time to time of the many ways of having sex. I don't care if you squeal or grunt or sing, so long as you don't scream. If you start to scream I'll silence you with a ball gag. Understood?" "Yes, I understand." "Good girl! I've made sure that you are well oiled so your opening is slithery. I'm going to go slow, take my time. I'll not hurt you. Understood?" "Yes, I understand," I answered again. Brody said not another word but immediately I felt the glans of his thickening love lance just touching my soft bottom. Inwardly I tensed, knowing that he was about to make an entrance. Purposefully he placed his dart at my intimate opening and thrust his hips forward to increase the pressure. I wanted to resist penetration, trying to clench my muscles there but it seemed to make no difference at all as my private opening slowly yielded to the thrust of his manly blade as it pried apart my aperture. Wryly I remembered Helene's comment yesterday that I seemed to be a bit tight. I have received enough thrusts from my wife's largest strap-ons, been penetrated by my lesbian Minders and worn enough butt plugs that my opening can accommodate whatever they elect use on me. Resisting Brody's love lance was impossible Slowly his appendage widened my tender opening until it was over the threshold and he pushed up inside my well greased bottom. That fleshy tube felt totally strange and I was again tempted to resist it but I knew better. He continued strongly and firmly pushing into me and my mind sounded an alarm as his manliness seemed to go pushing in and up further and further. "Oh god," I squealed, "that feels so big!" My chemically altered voice sounded even higher than usual. My own words caused me to wonder how many women and she-males like me throughout the centuries had squealed out the same or similar words. Brody and Calandra both laughed. "Now don't you go tearing her apart, Brody. Remember that I get a turn as well with her bottom. I want her to take even more than that. " "No need to worry, Calandra," the former soldier replied. "She'll be as ready for you as a new bride is ready for her spouse on the wedding night. Our darling Page will want you, be hot for you, panting, spreading her legs to receive you. Desire will rule her so strongly she'll be begging you to screw her pretty brains right out of her pretty head. This is just a little practice run to prepare her for you." Perhaps because three years had passed and I had so much anal sex with my wife and the lesbian Minders, having that manly extremity in my tush seemed quite strange and most unwelcome. As he had pushed into me I was keenly aware of the increase in the size of his spear. He had certainly stretched me and filled me up, and he seemed to go into me so very far. I couldn't believe the sensations I was experiencing and wondered for a moment if his pole might indeed split me apart. Deep inside I knew I could never say anything about these feelings to my wife for she would declare that it had been far too long since I had been harvested by a man and she would create a schedule for me to be occupied by Brody or Hamilton or both of them on a regular basis. Often Helene reminded me that a key part of my station in life is to be a sex object to satisfy her and her friends and she considers each of The Minders not only employees but good friends. Ever so firmly Brody began to slide back and forth, lavishing kisses on the back of my neck and rubbing my bra cups. My nipples grew erect and pushed against the fabric of my bra. He began pulling right out and then smoothly easing back into my tender opening again. Hours with the pony tail dildo inside had made my tush a sore and irritated and Brody was making it worse. I felt helpless and weak, totally under the control of the Minder penetrating me for his satisfaction. The sensation of that total penetration was fearful, creating a darkness deep in my heart. My mind shrieked resistence but my body was increasingly seeking satisfaction as when Helene or Calandra took me in the same manner. Suddenly a strange thought entered my head. My dear friend Ashley, probably enduring some punishment at the moment in his home, possessed a masculine dart. How would I feel if my beautiful friend was the one skewering me with his appendage? Would that be different? Why? I heard Brody breathing heavily and sensed him lunging faster and faster, plunging into me with firm, powerful strokes. His body tensed. With a deep grunt and a final massive thrust he penetrated me deeply and held there, ejaculating a large amount of his seed into my nether region. However, I had made a mental shift, visualizing Ashley on top of me, his sweet lips tenderly kissing my neck, his soft voice telling me what I good girl I am. I gave a girlish squeal, my back arched as much as possible in my position, my behind shook and shimmied as I experienced an orgasm and heard myself involuntarily exclaim, "Aiyehah! So deep! So good!" "That was wonderful, my dainty she-male," Brody sighed with satisfaction. I felt his love dart deflate and he quickly pulled out of me, without any show of tenderness. Turning to Calandra, he said, "I knew she'd take it like a good girl and I'm guessing she can give plenty more. Enjoy yourself, Calandra." Calandra loosened my cuffs and helped me to stand. Brody grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "Any time you need more of that, Page, just let me know. Always glad to help a pretty little thing like you." Picking up his clothes, he bade us good day and soon left for his own house. His ejaculate was so prolific I worried that it might start oozing out of my bottom at any moment, giving me the sensation that I needed to sit on the commode- quickly. Dear Calandra noticed my awkward movement. "He really filled you up with his goo, didn't he, honey? Go right into the bathroom. I'll bring you a douche." She helped me douche and after I used the commode she helped me onto the bidet. "There you are. Better now, honey?" I couldn't answer immediately and started to bubble up with tears. Amid my sobs, I begged, "Can you just hold me? Please?" Calandra scooped me up in her arms and carried me to the bed where we cuddled quietly for ten minutes. She held me close, petted me, rubbed my sore bottom and kissed my face. "That was really, really hard for you, wasn't it, my dear?" I could only nod. She wiped my tears away and kissed me deeply. "I'm sorry that he had to be with me when you were so rebellious, Page. I hope that teaches you a lesson." Again I nodded. She worked at calming me down, continuing to massage and kiss me. When I seemed at peace, she looked me right in the eye. "When Brody climaxed you made a sweet whimper and said 'So deep! So good!' which made me wonder what you felt. Can you tell me?" Fear filled my heart. Softly, almost shyly, I said, "Calandra, if I tell you honestly, can you promise me that I won't get into trouble?" "What? What could get you into trouble with me, Page? You didn't offer the least resistence, though I know you don't like that experience with a man. You were perfectly submissive, a very good girl. So what would upset me? That you enjoyed it, even a little bit? No big deal, honey. So you have some degree of bisexual tendencies. So do many she-males. No biggie. Is that it? You got some pleasure with a man? So what?" "I should have guessed that as observant a Minder as you are, you noticed." I paused and took a deep breath. "It's yes and no that I felt pleasure. I... uh... well, I... um... well, you see... what I did... what I felt you see... I, um... oh, Calandra, promise you won't punish me for what I'm going to tell you and I beg you, please, please, please don't get me in any trouble with Helene." "My goodness, Page! Whatever is the matter? Were you thinking about murdering Brody? Unless it was something truly criminal, you will not be in trouble. And I will not punish you, except of course, for the punishment which you have already earned for your blatant carrying on this morning. As I told you, you are going to have some serious baby time on Thursday for that tantrum. So, what was it?" Closing my eyes, I murmured, "I made a mental image of being taken by my dear friend Ashley, visualizing him on top of me instead of Brody. The thought made me very excited. I'm sorry if I was being a bad girl but I had to do something to endure my punishment from Brody." To my total surprise, Calandra lifted my head up and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue strong and sweet in my mouth. She laughed. "Oh sweetie! You little dear. You dreamed a hot, wet day dream of your friend to make it through the workout by the gay Minder? You dear little she-male! Goodness, honey, neither your wife nor I would ever punish you for that." Unsure whether to cry or laugh, I asked, "So I'm not in trouble for thinking sexy thoughts about my friend?" "Page, honey, of course not. It is common for some she-males to be closely attracted to another. Those who work with and study people like you have found that sometimes it is beneficial for one she-male to have a close friendship with another, often including physical intimacy. Don't you know or even suspect that Gwin and Mallory have an exclusive friendship?" My mouth fell open. "Are you kidding me? You're not, are you? Really?" "I am totally serious. Of course here such friendship is always with the joint approval of the wives and The Minders. When one of us is minding Gwin and Mallory, we make sure that they have some uninterrupted private time." Calandra took both of my hands in her strong, beautiful ones. "I have some serious questions to ask you, Page. As it turns out, Nadia and Helene have had some serious conversation with Philena and me about whether it would be beneficial for you and Ashley to explore such an exclusive friendship. Would you like to consider the possibility?" The doubts which had flashed in my mind returned. I kept silence for a couple of minutes. "I think I would. Ashley is my best friend. We love talking together and doing things like cooking together. We enjoy sitting beside each other and gossiping while we're under the dryers in the salon. I confess that when we husbands leave any group gathering such as leaving the salon on Saturday or Monday coffee klatch I enjoy Ashley's kiss the most." I blushed. "He has the softest, sweetest lips." I stopped talking for a moment. "It's just that I, well I, I don't understand, well, I, I, well, you know, I prefer the women minders much more than men. So why do I feel such an attraction for my friend who is also a she-male, just as I am?" She smiled. "Eventually you will figure that out. Which leads to my next question. As I said, we have been discussing whether or not such a friendship might be good for you and for Ashley. If she feels something akin to your feelings, would you be willing to explore the idea with her?" "Yes, I would." "Good. If we approve the beginning of a gentle exploration of an exclusive friendship between you two, both of you would have to provide satisfaction to The Minder who looks after you in your private time. In your case it would be either Philena or me. We would be nearby and check on the two of you periodically but as long as you two are trustworthy and observe the community rules, you would have a measure of privacy as you do at your coffee klatch. At the end of that time, however long we establish it to be, both of you would have to service the assigned Minder. Agreed?" "Yes. Of course I agree." "Fine. One last question. In the initial phase, we would allow you two kissing, hand-holding, hugging, petting and so on with things such as doing each other's hair and nails and lacing each other into your corsets along with cooking and sewing and doing household chores together. However, both of you will be wearing rigid chastity devices. If and when it seems good to us, we will allow you to be sexually intimate with each other. That will never be an unlimited experience, but rather only when we explicitly approve it. You will never have with each other the kind of regular relations you have with your wives or with us, your Minders. Is that understood?" "Yes, I understand." In my heart the prospect of sex with my beautiful friend both excited me and disturbed me. Calandra held me tight and gave me another deep kiss, leaving me breathless. When she broke the kiss, she said, "All well and good. I'll discuss this with your wives and Philena. I know we will reach a decision quickly. Now, my sweet thing, I am hungry and in need of my dinner. You must move to kitchen duties. Tomorrow evening you will wear a lovely cocktail dress for me but for tonight I have decided that I want you in one of your maid uniforms." She gave my bare bottom a swat. "Yes, madame. As you wish. Would you like to select a corset for me to wear, madame? You do wish your maid to be properly corseted, don't you madame?" "Indeed I would. You are off to a much better start on maid duty than pony girl duty. As I said you can expect discipline for that on Thursday so be a little nervous thinking about how you shall be trained that day. Open your corset drawer for me. And no pussy panties tonight, just your regular panties. I want easy access all during your cooking and serving to both your derriere and the dildo you carry between your legs. And if I catch you tenting your panties and petticoats, why I shall have to take some remedial steps. Understood? Good. Show me your corset drawer." "Yes, madame. Right away, madame." In the course of my marriage I have become accustomed to dressing and serving as a maid. I especially like doing it for Helene and Calandra. I always feel uncomfortable when, with one or two of the other househusbands, I must provide maid service to a dinner of the six wives or to the occasional party one of them may throw for friends and colleagues. Such a party always makes me feel extremely mortified because the guests may include male colleagues with their wives and female friends or colleagues with their husbands. Our wives simply present us as female serving staff which makes some of those men present free to be fresh. More than once I have come away from such service quite sore from having my bottom pinched and my breasts unwillingly grabbed. No complaint can be made by me or any other husband as Helene or the wives will say something like, "Get over it, honey. It goes with being in domestic service. Men have done such things and much worse for centuries to women servants." Be that as it may, I know that my serving Helene or Calandra in one of my lovely maid uniforms always leads to some fun. Calandra selected a pretty lavender corset from my drawer, a corset with delicate lace across the top and around the bottom and which exposes the tops of my well-rounded breasts. She reattached me to the lacing bar and cinched the corset tightly around me. For panties I found a pair close in color to the corset and with four rows of ruffles across the back. Under Calandra's watchful eyes I pulled sheer white stockings up my legs and attached them to the corset's garter tabs and fastened two well-starched petticoats around my waist. Carefully I dressed in my white satin maid's uniform with a scoop neckline which shows off my breasts. The skirt is quite short and with the two petticoats pushing it out I knew that not only would I show plenty of my stockings but when I bent over my ruffled panties and my garters would be visible. Using bobby pins I carefully placed a white, starched, ruffled maid's cap in my hair. I finished with a white cotton apron with lace ruffles and tied it with the silk ribbon provided at the small of my back and slipped a pair of white sandals with 5 inch heels on my feet. Taking my time with my makeup I made certain that my lips were suggestively covered with ruby red lipstick and my eyes seductively done in eye liner, mascara and eye shadow. I curtseyed to Calandra, turned around one time quite slowly so she could survey me front and back, and asked, "Do I meet with your approval, madame?" "Yes, Miss Page, you do. Nicely done. Now to your chores and be quick about it. I worked with the ponies today and I'm famished." She gave me a naughty grin. I curtseyed once more and set to work. First I poured a glass of her favorite dry white wine and prepared a platter of nice cheeses and good crackers. I served this to her as she relaxed in the living room. Knowing her preferences I started the Bach Brandenburg Concerti on the sound system and headed back to the kitchen. Before I reached it, Calandra called me back. "You admit, Miss Page, that you were too frisky and quite disobedient this morning when I first arrived, weren't you?" "Yes, madame," I answered, wondering how I was about to be disciplined. "And you know that I like quiet while I listen to classical music, don't you?" "Yes, madame. Always." "Good. Go bring me your little pillow mouth gag and kneel here while I place it in your mouth." With another curtsey I went into the den and found the pillow mouth gag. It is black in color, shaped like a little pillow and made of synthetic material. It keeps my mouth fairly open yet prevents any clear speech. Clandra selected that one because my lipstick-covered lips would still be visible with the gag in place. Returning to the living room I knelt between her legs with my back to her. As ordered I bit down on the gag and Calandra fastened the leather strap at the back of my head, making the device firmly in my mouth. "That should keep you properly quiet, missy. Proceed to fixing my dinner and think about your impending discipline on Thursday." Upon standing I turned to face her, curtseyed and managed to get out, "mmpphhhh." In the kitchen I fixed a nice green salad, defrosted and heated some of my homemade tomato soup, sliced some cold baked ham and imported Swiss cheese as well as some of my homemade wheat bread, set the table, lit the candles and poured her another glass of wine. Fortunately I had baked a chocolate cake and homemade oatmeal cookies on Sunday so I had dessert on hand to serve her. By hand gestures I summoned Calandra to the dining room, seated her and began to serve. Gagged I could only manage to ask, "tthhh rr kkff?" "I'll have herbal tea with my dessert, Miss Page. You have done well. You may be seated and eat with me." I bent down so she could remove the pillow gag. To my surprise, she made me turn around and bend over. From somewhere she produced lubricant and a butt plug which she inserted after pulling my panties down and generously greasing my entrance. Over dinner we chatted about all kinds of things as girl friends do. When I stood up to go make tea and bring in cookies and slices of cake, Calandra looked at me firmly. "What did I tell you, Miss Page, about tenting your panties? Time for remedial steps. Bring me one of your pansy pouches and my brief case." "Yes, madame. As you wish." I returned in two minutes. Calandra ordered me to remove my panties and fasten a pansy pouch around my erection and male parts. She made me watch as she dropped her pants, removed her panties and inserted a strap-on which she took from her brief case. "Now my saucy little maid, bend over and grab your elegant ankles." Immediately I did as ordered and Calandra commenced sliding her dildo in and out of my bottom. The whole time I groaned with pleasure, finding her usage of me so much more pleasurable than being used by Brody several hours ago. It took me well into the second year of marriage before I became used to and actually enjoyed anal sex. Mostly my enjoyment came from the way Helene and my lesbian minders performed the ritual, always slowly, accompanied by plenty of petting, rubbing and kissing, going gently enough to reach just the right place to stimulate me to ecstasy and firmly enough to teach me that they were in charge. By contrast Brody felt like a brute, vandalizing my tender insides. As Calandra's two-sided dildo brought her closer to orgasm, her increasing excitement raised my own exhilaration, causing me to explode into my pansy pouch. The sweet Minder reached her own peak in another few seconds, her muscular frame shaking with elation. After her orgasm she took her time to withdraw, continuing to rub my tummy and kiss my neck and back. In contrast, Brody withdrew as soon as his member deflated and showed no tenderness at the finish. Following Calandra's orders I cleaned myself, bent over for her to reinsert the butt plug, pulled my ruffled panties back up, made herbal tea and served dessert. As we ate cake and cookies and drank our tea, Calandra looked at with a grin a mile wide. "Remember what I said, my impudent maid. If I find you tenting your panties yet again I shall apply a remedy." "Yes, madame. I shall try to obey you, madame. However, the fixture in my posterior can create a problem. I find myself helpless without my pussy panties to contain myself." She gave me a lustful smile. "No excuses, you naughty little minx. If you can't control yourself I shall administer a necessary corrective." I gave her an equally prurient smile. "I understand, madame. I shall accept whatever prescription madame in her wisdom may decide to apply. I do so want to be a good maid so madame will be pleased to give a good report about me." When I began to clear the table Calandra stood behind me and caressed my bottom with enthusiastic rubbing. Naturally when she turned me around my panties tented in front. Calling me a "naughty maid" she had me grab the back of a dining room chair. "Bend over, you little hussy and spread your legs." "Yes, madame. Immediately, madame." Once she had pulled my panties down she wrapped a silk cloth around my erection, giving me a vigorous massage until I erupted. She folded the cloth together and dropped it on the floor. "Make certain that cloth is clean and ready for use when I arrive tomorrow morning. I did not give you permission to stand up, Maid Page. Resume the position." "Yes, madame. My apologies, madame." Calandra swatted my bare bottom four times with the palm of her hand. She followed this with a vigorous massage of my breasts, making my nipples grow erect. Only then did she give me permission to stand straight. "You've been very good, Page. Your maid service this evening rates five stars. I will not say anything in my written report to Helene about your bad conduct this morning but, as I said, I will severely discipline you on Thursday. I hope we will not have any repeat performance of such poor behavior for the remainder of the pony girl season." "Yes, Calandra. Thank you. I am truly sorry for being such a bad girl this morning." "You'll atone for it, I assure you. I will talk with Helene and Nadia about a special friendship between you and Ashley. Based upon my observation of the two of you during the day I will recommend the start of exploration. I believe it will be approved but I can not say how quickly that might happen. Understood? Good. Tonight select several outfits that you might wear during our shopping expedition tomorrow. I'll select which one I want you to wear when I arrive after breakfast. Let's have two dress outfits, two blouse and skirt outfits and two tops and slacks outfits. I might just want to see that cute rear end hugged a by tight pair of dressy pants. High heels of course with each outfit. Understood? Alright, I must go. You may see me to the door." At the door she kissed me on both cheeks and patted my bottom. "Be a good girl, Page. I'll see you in the morning." I held the sides of my short uniform skirt and made a perfect curtsey. "Yes, Madame Calandra. Good evening, madame." I cleaned up the remains of dinner, ran the dishes through the dishwasher, vacuumed the dining room, set out the beef to defrost for tomorrow's dinner, baked an angel food cake, hand laundered some of Helene's and my own lingerie, including the silk scarf Calandra used on me, and double-checked my grocery list for tomorrow, adding several items as I reviewed my pantry and supply of canned goods. In the bedroom I went through my closet and selected outfits for Calandra to review. In the bathroom I put on my pretty seashell pink nightie and was just preparing to remove my makeup when I heard the garage door open and knew Helene was arriving home. Knowing she'd be in the mood, I freshened my makeup instead of taking it off. As Helene entered the bedroom I dashed into her arms. We shared several hot, passionate kisses. "Welcome home, my dear," I exclaimed. "How was your day?" "Long and busy. Successful projects today but I won't bore you with details. How was your day, my sweet hubbie?" "Calandra took good care of me. She's sending a report as usual. Being put into my pony girl regalia surprised me. Took some getting used to since I haven't worn it since last October. She and Pihlena took me and Ashley up to the track and the barn, feed us there and put us through a moderate workout at the Maypole." "Good. I do love you in your outfit. We haven't decided yet which of you will be racing during the Fourth of July festivities. Maybe three or four of you, perhaps all six of you. But you my beautiful pony girl will definitely be in the running. Right now, my cute bundle of love, you look like just what I need." "Of course, darling. I hoped you'd say that. Are you hungry? Would you like me to make something to eat first?" Helene pulled me close and kissed me deeply once more. "No thank you, my pet. Such a perfect househusband you are! I had dinner with clients and remain hungry only for you. You could fix me a nightcap, a little scotch and soda, then park your pretty body in my bed. I'm going to put you on your back and make you explode like you were a virgin. I've a mind to screw you like I could make you pregnant, my gorgeous consort." She provocatively rubbed my crotch through my nightgown. "Spread me, skewer me, possess me, bestride me, my darling! I'm yours," I answered. Quickly I prepared her drink. For most of the next hour Helene mounted me and we pleasured each other until we fell into a contented sleep. To be continued What will happen during shopping?