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The House of Sex. Part3: Beyond Perversion by Pippa HighHeels ([email protected]) copyright 2016. [This story is a further extension of my previous ones of the same name. Here, I return to the House in England, a house upset by threats of closure and forcing its depleted staff to pander to the kinkier ends of the market.] 1. After that long, eventful summer at the wonderful house in France [as described in 'The House of Sex 2' by the same author], I eventually returned to England in the following March just as spring was under way and the gardens were awash with yellow. I arrived back late one Sunday night. I had to travel in some emergency male clothes, which made me feel very uncomfortable and yearn for the usual soft silkiness of my normal feminine erotica. It had been months, if not years since I had last been forced to wear male clothes. I almost felt as though I were letting down my colleagues - especially Geraldine and Angie, the two other transvestite hostesses at the House. My appearance caused some concern on my arrival, for Elaine, the Mistress of the House, did not recognize me at first through the spy-hole of the side door to the house. "Well, hello! I assumed it must be you, but I didn't recognize you dressed in drab! Come on in and get warm by the fire. We're in the library. Let's get this door shut and locked up; that wind is really biting." The weather remained cold, but the darkness invoked a feeling of cosiness when the door was finally closed for the day, all curtains were closed and the heating was on. Elaine, to whom we were all truly devoted, gave me a welcoming hug, enveloping me in her seductive perfume. She led the way down the wood- paneled corridor and to the library, her high stilettos entrancing me as they always did with their wonderful tip-tapping sound on the old tiles. In the dim light, my eyes followed her sheer seamed black stockings and how the flared hem of her leather mini-dress played around her stocking tops, allowing an occasional glimpse of her suspenders. As I arrived, I saw Angie, my dearest friend ,who had been so kind and loving to me since my first arrival at the House. She was sitting on the edge of one of the two old chesterfield sofas by the enormous hearth. There was a full fire, piled with crackling logs, providing the warmth and light for the whole room. She rose to meet me and flung her arms about me even before I had chance to look at her properly. She kissed me fully on the lips such that I could taste her expensive lipstick, then hugged me tightly. 'Welcome back, Pippa. We've missed you darling! Though I would prefer you in more feminine clothes. I hope this isn't a change of heart?' 'No, I'm desperate to change; I really hate these male clothes. France was good, but, oh, it's good to be back. You look as gorgeous as ever, let me see you.' I stepped back to drink her in. From the tips of her dangerously high strappy sandals to the top of her blonde waves, she was every inch a sexual woman, but we all knew she was a potent male impersonating the desired sex by her skills and demeanor. There was no doubt she was a true artist with her make-up brushes, always giving herself a striking and alluring appearance. Tonight was no exception. Her eyes were pools of pure lust, lined deeply and shaded delicately; her lips were crimson silk and her hairless skin was flawless. She was wearing a black see-through peignoir over a full laced basque, pulled very tightly at the waist to accentuate her lovely figure. Ten taught, slim suspenders held up her expensive, sheer black stockings; and her shoes, her shoes. To one such as myself who has adored and revered the power in the slimmest, highest, heels, her shoes were an orgasm by themselves. With thin crossover straps behind her heels, a slim strap over her crimson toes and a hyper-thin steel 6 inch heel, these were divine, calculated to entrance and beguile. Her sex was completely free, save silver cock and ball rings. I assumed she was wearing her usual massive butt plug. 'You're as beautiful as ever! And I think you've lost some weight, not that you needed to.' I kissed her again. 'Hell I want you!' I whispered. 'And you shall have me...' she whispered back. I heard a noise behind me. Elaine had resumed her seat opposite Angie, and Geraldine and Erica joined with a trolley bearing drinks and slices of cake. Erica was also genetically female, hired because of her petite figure, enormous bust and huge sex drive. 'Welcome back!' they all called and we all embraced warmly. They both commented on my unusual attire and I explained my discomfort with it. Geraldine looked gorgeous, erotically, though more modestly attired than Angie, though her stiletto court shoes would cause a stir in any other gathering. I complemented her on her looks; she was indeed looking more feminine than ever with curves and a softening to her lines. Erica, bold as ever was handing around big mugs of cocoa and huge slices of home- made cake. She had obviously been 'working' too judging by her dress which would have stopped traffic and caused arrests to be made. She stopped before me, and, in handing me my drink and cake stooped to display a huge expanse of cleavage. 'Oh Erica, that looks a treat', I said, deliberately staring at her boobs. 'I mean the cake, of course...' Erica smiled at me. 'It's a good job I know you, even without a frock on.' When we were all gathered I told them all again how happy I was to be back 'home' and asked about the others - the other 4 who made up the staff of the house I left. The others looked at Elaine. I had the sense of bad news about to be broken. 'Well, Pippa - although you don't look much like her yet - but welcome back, it's really good to see you. We've all had a bit of a scare. We heard - from a very good source - that the House was under investigation by the tax authorities and by the police. So far, our contacts in high places have stalled them - but until we get the 'all clear' we've stopped a lot of our activities. The tension got so bad I offered a route out for everybody. I was going to remain as captain on a sinking ship. Tony and Howard have gone off to Australia for a while - there's another House there. And Stephanie and John decided to go traveling for a few months. I think they're in the Caribbean at the moment. [These characters were first introduced in the original story - PHH]. Anyhow, I'll brief you about the escape plan and the financial arrangements should they be needed tomorrow. What else - ah yes - Geraldine has some news. Geraldine?' Geraldine looked rather coyly and announced: 'I'm now on hormones and will be having Gender Re-assignment Surgery eventually. That's another dick we'll be missing...' Everyone laughed at her joke. 'We'll be with you Geraldine, whatever you need, we'll be there' I said, encouragingly. Elaine resumed her story. "The clients we're serving at the moment usually have their own premises. We can offer private rooms to individuals, but that's about it. We just need to keep our heads down until I hear some news one way or the other. Hopefully, we'll hear that news this coming week.' ******* It was not long before Elaine bolted the house shut and we all retired, far too tired and slightly dispirited for even a thought of sex, but I followed Angie up the steep stairs to the corridor of personal rooms at the top of the house and was entranced by her long stocking -clad legs and her heels. 'I could be tempted.....' I called. 'Not dressed like that you're not', she called teasingly. 'Maybe in the morning, when we have the real Pippa back again. Sleep well darling.' We kissed and embraced, then I retired to my room, to unpack, to sleep and to become Pippa again. 2. The following morning I was up reasonably early, for it was never enough for us to TV hosts to just shave and dress. Firstly we had to go onto our 'washing machine' as we called it - an enema machine designed to automate the long and sometimes messy procedure to clean out internally. We had been taught to do this thoroughly; it was not a process where it was possible to take shortcuts so we all had learned to relax and enjoy the feeling of the warm water probing deeply in our guts. I had attached myself up in my private en-suite bathroom when there was a knock at the outer bedroom door. I knew it would be Angie, but I didn't expect her to appear so early. I called out, asking the caller to enter. Indeed it was Angie, fully en femme and made-up, wearing the same diaphanous peignoir from the previous evening, with her lingerie - a long tight corset, g-string and expensive seamed black stockings. On her feet she wore a pair of extremely high strappy sandals, and, as usual, her make-up was flawless, accentuating the overall effect of a sexual magnet by the depth of her eye shadow and the scarlet of her lips. 'Oh, you look gorgeous. Why so early? Though it's lovely to see you...' 'Once I was awake, I couldn't sleep again. And I just couldn't wait to dress. I don't know, sometimes I get blas? about spending all my time dressed like this, but - it's so beautiful and I adore it. I feel so alive. I can't imagine how horrible life would be if I couldn't dress like this all day every day..' 'You look divine as usual. You're a true genius with the make-up you know; I'll never be able to get the same effects as you, I'm so jealous sometimes.' Angie tottered out to get us some coffee whilst I continued my preparations. Eventually, after my full wash-out, shaving twice, using the depilatory cream where required and a shower, I was ready to sit down at the dressing table to put my face on. 'Lovely shoes. How high are they?' 'Oh, these are Louboutins, 5 inch stilettos with hidden half-inch platform, so not high by your standards. I have some 6.5 inch heels worth two and half grand - they're totally divine - a gift from the same client.' 'Wow. I hope to meet them soon. I had some wonderful shoes as presents whilst I was in France. It's a good job they're my number one fetish...' I was leaning up to the mirror, flicking my lashes with a mascara brush, when Angie said: 'One of the reasons I couldn't sleep was that I wanted to show you this...' She took off her peignoir lifted her leg onto the edge of the stool and bent over. I turned back and saw the end of a substantial butt plug. At first I didn't take much notice, but soon realized this was no ordinary plug. 'My goodness that looks a whopper; I bet that feels good.' 'Elaine insists I wear it most of the time now...' 'Why?' I could see Angie was concerned. 'Well, let's get you finished and dressed and I'll tell you all about it.' She smiled weakly at me. I finished my make-up and donned a long blonde wig over my shaved head. Angie helped me into a deep lace-up corset and clipped up the eight slim suspenders into the Dior black seamed stockings. I chose some 5 inched heel sandals and immediately felt wonderful. It had only been 48 hours since I had last worn high heels, but it was too long for one who worships her shoes. I walked up and down a few times, luxuriating in the feel of the pull on the muscles of my legs. 'Oh, that's so much better; I felt awful walking in horrible flat male shoes yesterday.' 'I don't know how they do it..', said Angie with a smile. I reached over for a g-string. 'I don't think that's going to be necessary do you?' I returned and straddled one end of the dressing table stool. Angie was at the other end. She moved closer, wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. 'Hell, I've missed you, all of you.' She sat back a little and held my now-erect cock. She herself had burst from her tiny g-string and I held her too. She kissed me sensuously, her tongue probing into my mouth. 'So, what's the problem? there obviously is one...' 'Well, all this problem Elaine was talking about yesterday. With you away, and I'm not blaming you in the slightest, I've become the main earner. Elaine sold some sessions to two brothers who hail from somewhere in Eastern Europe - vastly wealthy and very kinky - and hugely well hung. Normally that wouldn't be a problem - nor has it been - but well...I'd thought, I hoped, maybe...' She came forwards and hugged me again. 'Angie, love, don't upset yourself, tell me your problem'. 'OK. I'd better stop this. I don't want my mascara to run. Deep breath and all that. Let's take it from the top. Let's make some more coffee.' 'All this upset had got me thinking about the future. Maybe the House in its present form will have to be dissolved soon and we go our separate ways. Elaine has made it plain none of us will ever need to work again. I don't know about you but I can't go back to the life before the House and I certainly don't want to live by myself for the rest of my life. It's just that we get on so well, you and I, both in bed and out, and we love the same things and you're so sweet - I thought that maybe you and I could share somewhere and enjoy ourselves. I do love you, you know.' 'Sounds ideal to me, it's a brilliant idea. And I love you too. So what on earth is the problem?' 'These brothers; I'm afraid they're going to spoil me for you.' 'How on earth, why...I don't understand.' 'Well, I've had to train with bigger and bigger toys to accommodate the brothers. They like to double up on me and use their arms; you could drive a train up me after some sessions. I won't say I don't feel great and that I don't enjoy it because I do. It's just that I've been opened up so much so often recently I've now got a rose... well, a bloody great prolapse to be precise. They love it, so Elaine wants me to do it and practice it; hence this enormous plug.' 'They've certainly not spoiled you as far as I'm concerned - as long as you've no major health problems with it. Actually I find it incredibly sexy; I'm quite jealous...' We kissed again, a never-ending kiss, our arms going everywhere, wanting to envelop the other. We got up and went over to the bed. 'May I see it?' I implored. 'Are you sure you'll like it?' 'Totally sure.' She lay back and I removed her tiny g-string. The plug was certainly a beast. With both hands on the base, I started to pull it gently. Her hole was being held open to nearly 3 inches wide and the bulb inside her was at least an inch and a half wider. Eventually, she relaxed and with a huge pop, the lower bulb - of several - was out. After that the rest of the toy came out easily. It was a mighty thing with multiple bulbs stacked on top of each other to a total height of maybe ten inches, so it was flexible enough to turn through the second gate and open up higher too. 'Wow, that's one hell of a toy!' I gasped. It had left Angie's hole destroyed; it was a gaping red mass, which flexed and twitched. Then it emerged, a 4 inch tube of red flesh, with an eye in the centre where her anus used to be. Immediately I gasped. 'Oh Angie, it's so beautiful!!' I leaned forwards and kissed it slowly, then started to lick it and suck it and probe it with my tongue, round and round. Angie started to moan with pleasure; I took as much of her sweet flesh into my mouth as possible, gently sucking and probing with my tongue. I reached forwards and held her rock-hard cock. I too was as hard as it was possible to be, in fact I was so turned on I was finding it difficult to hold back. I decided to show Angie just how much I found her new 'talent' a turn-on. I climbed on the bed, kneeling and leaning forwards over her, so that my priapic cock was almost touching her lips. 'That's how much you turn me on.' I felt her soft scarlet lips kiss my cock. 'No, I know you would, but I want this to last much longer. I'm so turned on I'm almost coming. You're gorgeous...' I kissed her deeply, wanting to know the genuine feeling, warmth and desire withing me. I returned to my former position. Her rectum had now retracted, but I continued to lick and suck on her rose, tempting her prolapse out again so I could continue my oral worship. After a while, her moaning of pleasure was increasing and I knew she was near. 'Please, Pippa, please, suck my cock now...' I continued rubbing her wet prolapse whilst I gently enclosed her smooth, hard, purple knob in my mouth and sucked gently but persistently. She was shaking now, on the edge but not over it, but I knew we were in the time which can make the difference between massive satisfaction and total disappointment. I move my head slowly, almost imperceptibly, leaving her moaning, imploring, begging for release. I held her for as long as I could until, with a great cry, she arched her back, drove her cock deeper in my mouth and unloaded great plumes of her aromatic cum into my mouth. 'Oh, Pippa, darling, take it, it's yours a token of my love for you....' She knew I was holding her cream in my mouth and she knew I was moving to snowball with her. 'You can swallow it now if you want; it's for you, I want you to have it.' Over the months and years we had lived and worked together we had done this many times together and always shared each others cum as we enjoyed it so much. As I was over her, I was in control and rubbed my lips on hers, and, very slowly, released the precious liquid into her mouth. When empty, I lay back and let her do the same to me, but this time I held it in my mouth for ages, running it round and round my mouth to savour the wonderful musky taste before swallowing. We kissed again, enjoying the heady aroma of man-cum in our mouths. I could tell that she was radiantly happy; I seemed to have solved all her problems in one go. 'Now just you relax my darling and let Angie go to work...' I lay back and Angie knelt by me and sucked me slowly back up to erection. She applied a generous amount of lubrication to my hole and slipped several fingers of her left hand into me, which soon became her whole hand and she slipped easily into me up to her wrist. 'Now doesn't that feel better?' she smiled at me. 'Would you like it deeper?' 'Oh, yes please, as deep as you can go. I love it.' She withdrew and lubed up her left hand and arm. I felt her hand then lower arm open me up. Hell, that felt good and I moaned with pleasure as she also worked my cock with her mouth. She was teasing me by flexing the tips of her fingers, and moving them gently to open me up. She was massaging my inner ring and it felt wonderful. I was used to penetration here, but to have it manually stimulated was a new sensation. 'Oh, this is so good.' Her hand insisted a little more as she increased the upwards pressure slightly and I felt her knuckles go through and my gate close over her wrist. 'And this is even better!' She had used her left hand to follow the contours of my body, for the natural bend to the receiver's left was accommodated by her wrist. Now she was in to her elbow and her hand was flexing and pulsing to give me maximum pleasure. I was gasping with pleasure as I was opened up and the writhing of her hand deep in my guts brought me such profound mind-shattering pleasure, doubling the intensity of Angie's sensitive sucking and savouring of my rampant, rock-hard cock. I was almost crying, whimpering, with the joy and intensity of Angie's internal stimulation and the gorging of blood to my cock. Inevitably, I could stay on the edge no longer and as I bowed my back, Angie increased the depth and power of her sucking to receive my copious blasts of spunk into her willing mouth. Slowly she disengaged her arm and hand, and then, very slowly, her mouth. She straightened up, relieved to take the pressure from her back. I was still panting from such a wonderful orgasm. 'Angie, darling, that was truly mind-blowing. Thank you so much; it was wonderful. I felt out of this world.' Angie could not reply, for with great skill she had managed to retain my cum in her mouth. She came up the bed to me and rubbed her lips on mine. I knew she wanted to repeat our swapping and slowly, very slowly, she dribbled my cum from her mouth to mine. I enjoyed the taste of my own cum for a moment, but this had to be my gift to Angie, so I slowly fed her again, ensuring not a single drop was lost until her mouth was full of the precious liquid once more. 'All yours. My present to you.' She held the cum in her mouth, moving it round and round to maximize her enjoyment of the taste before swallowing and kissing me deeply, our tongues entwined and plunging into each others' mouths. 3. We lay for a while in each others' arms in a state of rapturous satisfaction. Angie was right; should the House have to be disbanded, being together made sense on every level, especially from a sexual satisfaction point of view. We had just about cleaned and tidied up when there was a knock at the door. It was Elaine, looking imperious and business-like, yet in the strangest business-attire possible. Whilst she looked lovelier than ever, her dress, such as it was, whilst always provocative was now downright pornographic; I had never seen her so exposed since that day when she had 'imposed' herself upon me early in my stay and made it quite clear that we owed everything to her. [An episode graphically described in 'The House of Sex' Part 1 by the same author. PHH]. Apart from her wasp-waist constricting short corset, her black stockings and classic very-high-heeled court shoes, she was naked. She showed no sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment; this was entirely normal for our House. Her breasts, large and bulbous, were completely free, her saucer-large aerolae highlighted by the thick gold bar through her prominent puffy nipples and their diamond pendant decoration. She also wore her full 'regalia' as she called it - a large ring through her clitoral hood encircling her prominent clitoris, 3 symmetrical rings in each labia and one in her lower cunt lip, each adorned with chains and weights, calculated to hold her open to the maximum extent. Her make-up was very striking, being very black around her eyes and over her eyelids, her lips the brightest red. Under her arms she carried a cardboard box, bigger than a large shoe box. 'It's only too obvious that you two have been saying 'Hello' to each other as only you can.' 'Wow Elaine, you look amazing.' She did not react to the compliment, but sat down and crossed her legs. 'I'm going to go and chastise one of our most prominent Members of Parliament in the hope of earning us some cash and getting some leverage on solving our little problem. Whilst I'm away this afternoon I'd like to make sure you too are prepared for the brothers tomorrow. Here, Pippa. A present for you...' Elaine handed me the shoe box and I removed a butt plug identical to the one I had removed from Angie. 'I don't think you'll have too much trouble using it, but we need to be sure and you need to be comfortable with it by this time tomorrow. Angie will tell you about the brothers and their kinks. We'll be going there tomorrow and again on Friday. They have long sessions planned, so you'll both need to be at the top of your game and very open.' 'Now. Pippa, no doubt you have seen Angie's new feature - her new attraction, shall we call it?' 'Indeed I have and very erotic it is; I can't decide whether I'm jealous or not.' Then she shocked me. Looking directly at me she said: 'If you can prolapse, I know the brothers will be very excited - and therefore generous. I should very much like for you to open up and practice until you prolapse, or at least produce a decent rose. They want to see you two mashing together and enjoying each other as well as taking you both in tandem. It seems to be very fashionable. And we don't want to disappoint an important client do we? I need to go get dressed a little more, so if you'll excuse me...' We rose as Elaine did; she approached me. 'Lovely to have you back, I know you'll enjoy yourself.' She kissed me on the cheek and departed, her dagger heels clicking down the corridor. 4. 'OK, whilst you stuff me with this monster, you'd better tell me about the mysterious brothers.' I handed the new plug over to Angie and she plastered it with lubrication. 'At first I thought this was going to be too big, but now I really enjoy it; once it settled down and I was confident it was through the second gate it's been fine.' I bent over and felt the tip and the first few bulbs slip in, then I felt the soft tip go through my upper gate as I was stretched about as far as I'd ever been stretched before my outer ring closed over the neck of the plug. 'Wow, that's some huge plug.' 'You'll have to be able to wear it for about 4 hours. I wear it virtually all the time now, so I'm always prepared for the brothers. Elaine insists.' I sat down gingerly on the rim of the new plug; fortunately it was surprisingly comfortable, but I felt very conscious of my rectum being expanded and my sigmoid being constantly stimulated. I could even feel tip of the toy through my abdominal walls. I mentioned this to Angie. 'That's another thing the brothers like to see - the passage of a toy through the abdominal wall. That's why I've lost the weight, just to be as skinny as possible on the waist area and to be able to see the toys (and cocks) go up inside.' 'I think you need to tell me the full story about this client.' 'These brothers are twins. They are sons of some hyper-rich Russian guy who have little control in the company but lots of free time in which to indulge their fantasies - they only live 10 miles away, so I've been in demand, maybe twice, sometime three times a week. They spend all their time together; Elaine thinks that they spent their youth sucking each other off, and I would not be surprised if they do that and more even now. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. Elaine is milking them (every pun intended) for as much cash as she can get at this time in case the balloon goes up and we all have to abandon ship.' 'And these guys like to double up?' 'Yes, that's their thing and why they've taken a fancy to me - because they can double-anal me without a problem, and go deep together into the sigmoid.' 'They must be pretty big boys then....' 'Oh, yes. Let me just get something from my room; back in a minute...' She returned with two huge dildos - 'Dick Rambone' realistics (See e.g. http://www.uberkinky.co.uk/doc-johnson-dick-rambone-dildo-81210.html) around 14 inches long. It had always been a favourite of mine and had first got me into deep anal play as it was so long, but it was also thick at around 2.5 inches in diameter. 'You're not going to tell me they're like two Rambones are you? I don't believe this...' 'Well, not quite, no. Nor are they as permanently stiff as these two, but they're not far off. The trick is to allow them both past the second gate. If they manage to do that they have satisfaction. Alexander normally lies underneath and they invite you on top facing him; he's about 10 inches and he likes to be all the way up from the start. Boris is slightly bigger and he then approaches from the front. Of course, the first 7 or 8 inches is not a problem, but then he's at the sigmoid colon, has to do the same turn and get through the higher sphincter. When he does get through, they like to hold it there - as you can image it's really tight for them - then start to move in and out gently, so as not to pull back through the gate. The first time they managed to double me that deep they were jubilant. I took them quite a while to come too; as soon as Boris starts to shoot, Alexander starts. They are uncannily synchronized.' 'And you practiced with these?' 'Not at first. I used two soft, thinner double-enders first, then a Rambone and one double-ender, then the two Rambones.' 'And what caused the prolapse - their fucking or your practice?' 'Well, I could tell for a while things were getting a bit loose - I asked the doc and he said that persistent extreme anal play will eventually cause the inner lining to collapse. We won't see it easily because with washing out every morning instead of a bowel motion we hardly ever bear down, so we just don't naturally push out. He said eventually I won't be able to walk about without my prolapse hanging out, but I insisted I'll continue washing out and using plugs. And if you don't find it repulsive, I'm happy to live with it and enjoy it. I'm fortunate that it's come out as concentric rings and I've failed evenly around my rectum. Hence it emerges as a cylinder of flesh and not a mess. I could have surgery to correct it, but it would never be as strong as the original and I'd have to give up a lifestyle I adore.' 'As I said before, I find it a real turn-on - you saw how much. But Elaine wants me to have one - it's not the sort of thing you can force. I'm torn between wanting one and wanting to preserve myself as I am. But I also want to support you and therefore experience everything you experience. And I want to be loyal to Elaine.' I leaned over to Angie, took her hands in mine and looked into her gorgeous eyes. 'Angie, darling, help me develop a beautiful rosebud too.' 5. 'Darling Pippa, I don't think this is going to be anything but pure pleasure for us both. Now don't worry, I've read up about this. We'll have you blossoming in next to no time. Then I'll be able to lick and suck yours just as you did for me; it will be fabulous. With all the anal play we have, we're both well practiced. You, like me, have almost straightened out - the usual left turn at the top of the rectum is hardly there. So, it's just a matter of doing what you enjoy and things will fall out as a matter of course. ..We could do some suction; I have one of those new devices to suck the anal lips, but usually all you have to do is open very wide, squat, pull yourself open and let gravity do the rest. Everybody is different, of course, it might not work for you, we'll just have to try.' Angie ensured I was very well-lubricated again and worked to two double- enders as deep as they would go and massaged me for several minutes. There had been little problem getting them through the upper gate as she had predicted as I had breached this particular barrier virtually every day for the last two years. Deep anal play is difficult and risky at first, but like everything else, practice and patience had led me to a new world of thrill and excitement. How I loved the feeling of being stretched and probed deeply; it defined me as a woman-in-kind. Angie introduced the Rambone. Again this was accepted with great pleasure, groans coming from me as Angie massaged me deeply with it's thick knobbly length. Inserting the double-ender as well was more difficult, but we got there with some patience. Eventually came the final test. To simulate the positions they used was vital for success. 'Imagine Alexander is behind as usual; let's stick this dildo on the chair, lubricate it, and then you can insert and lean back slowly.' I straddled the wooden chair, the massive dildo being so long I had to bend it under me to pop it in me eager hole. With some ease, I relaxed back and felt the whole monster slide up into me. 'Splendid!' cheered Angie, 'now you'll need to ride that with a full stroke for 10 minutes or so, and be able to rotate round to face him without withdrawing.' 'This feels fantastic! Definitely one of my favourite toys.' I was groaning and moaning, bouncing on the big, knobbly dildo. 'OK. Let's try to double you now!' I had experienced some stretching before but nothing could prepare me for the next experience. I felt that my ring was being stretched to breaking point, but then I felt the second dildo rise under Angie's persistent but gentle pressure. As usual when trying to push the limits she wisely withdrew the second dildo, checked for any physical damage to me, re-lubricated the toy and then repeated the insertion, this time a little deeper; after repeating this procedure multiple times over the next half an hour, the head of the second Rambone was at the second, higher gate. We did breathing exercises to relax. Angie maintained a firm pressure, wriggling the first Rambone too; the feeling for me was fabulous, and when the two finally slid home besides each other, a foot of both dildos parallel within me, stretching my rectum and colon as far as it could possibly go, I was in heaven, feeling fuller than ever before and on the verge of cumming again. I cried out, I moaned and groaned, nearly in tears at my achievement and at the level of pleasure I was experiencing at that moment. Gently, I tried some gentle up and down motions; the feeling was truly divine. 'Oh, thank you, darling Angie.' I held her face and kissed her time and time again. The eroticism of the occasion, the joy of being 'en femme' again, and the feeling of being so open and stretched made me ecstatically happy. 'There, you've achieved it, so their cocks should pose no problems at all. Now, let's withdraw these and once you're empty, turn around on your knees and show me your gape.' I presented myself to Angie; immediately I felt her lips and tongue probing and sucking on my gaping hole. 'It's beautiful, beautiful.' she gasped between noisy slurps. Angie suggested I was stretched again; this time we did it differently with the 2 dildos stuck back to back on the wooden chair. Their natural curve was away from each other, but it was easy to get both tips in me and then coax the two monsters to ascend in parallel, taking the most natural line upwards. The second gate did not pose too much of a problem and soon I was impaled again. I could see and feel the knob-ends through my abdominal wall; hell that was sexy. 'OK, gently up and down for 10 minutes or so and you'll be opened up really well.' Angie stood by my side and urged me on; she was close and I could feel her perfumed breath on me, caressing and kissing, whispering and urging. Ten minutes became twenty and I collapsed on the bed like limp rag, my arse totally destroyed. 6. The following afternoon Elaine, Angie and I were whisked off in a super limo somewhere into the deep countryside. All the houses we passed were huge and eventually we stopped at the biggest, a mansion surrounded by a high, deep wall. The wealth behind it was all too obvious when we saw the row of cars and the two helicopters on their pads. Angie and I had spent the morning preparing ourselves and underneath our huge faux-fur coats none of us was wearing anything except our most alluring erotica. My deepest, tightest, suspender belt had 8 thin suspenders keeping my black Dior stockings looking super-sheer and my 6 inch high heeled sandals were an orgasm by themselves, the heels so thin, the straps so minimalist. The reminder of the debaucheries ahead had been in place all morning - the huge training plugs that Angie and I were obliged to wear in order to please the brothers. Elaine had made it known that there was nothing they would demand that we should not perform with utmost pleasure; they had the tastes and the money that would allow the House to survive. It was unusual for Elaine herself to be 'hands-on' with clients, but since the depletion of the staff numbers, she had used her body and talents as much as the others. She was a classical beauty, made up superbly and with curves in all the right places; no doubt she would be wearing all her many erotic piercings with their chains and rings. We tottered up the wide stone steps in front of the huge mansion facade, standing tall and proud as we had been taught. The wide portal opened as we approached, to be greeted warmly by the brothers themselves. They were both tall, handsome, tanned and muscular and dressed in immaculately tailored suits. We were led up a long winding stairs to the largest bedroom (and the largest bed) I had ever seen and were invited to sit on one of the two facing sofas. We were handed glasses of champagne and invited to snack on canapes and caviar. The brothers smiled at us sweetly in a mischievous way, fully aware of what was likely to happen in next few hours. Elaine took one of the brothers over to the window and talked to him privately in low, hushed tones, probably discussing the huge fee expected. She started to tap into her smart-phone and after few minutes, smiled and audibly said 'Good, everything seems to be in order. Thank you.' Elaine strode over to us, losing her coat and exposing her wonderful body in the process. 'Gentlemen, Angie you already know with some intimacy, this is Pippa who is similarly talented. Come on girls, coats off, let's have some action.' We stood and circled the brothers in a seductive way, trailing our hands in order to brush their trousers lightly and make the slightest contact with their cocks. 'You will notice both girls are fully plugged and trained; doubling up should not be a problem with either girl. As you know, Angie already prolapses beautifully, and I'm sure Pippa will soon, given enough - how shall we say - exercise and practice.' The brothers smiled at each other, knowing their perversions were going to be expertly catered for that afternoon. It was not long before the brothers were both naked and Angie and I were on our knees orally servicing their magnificent erections, swapping places regularly, and rubbing them together in our mouths. We were led over to the huge bed and there they fucked us in every position. Angie and I were able to 69 whilst they took us from either end. They swapped so often, at times I had no idea which brother was deep in my colon. The brothers spoke to each other in Russian and both withdrew at the same time. I knew what was coming and was right. Whilst I straddled one brother, the other entered me from behind and was soon installed alongside his brother, very deep and through the second gate. I was stretched, but it felt so good, being so deeply fucked and the width of two massive cocks. I ground down as far as I could go, then released a little, so the stimulation was there, but controlled. I wanted to extend their enjoyment as long as possible. Their noises led me to know they were enjoying me and my smiles and groans let them know I was in ecstasy too. Angie was caressing me and encouraging me as the boys impaled me so expertly. We decoupled and Angie became the centre of attention, slipping out her plug (for we were not allowed to be without it in at any time) and accommodating both brothers with ease. I caressed her smooth, flat tummy, feeling the cocks wriggle up inside her; the boys slowed themselves with some discipline to avoid the inevitable. Elaine got me to lay further up the bed; after many minutes, the boys decoupled from Angie's gaping, ruined arsehole. She crouched over me and released her full prolapse; I took as much of that gorgeous fleshy tube in my mouth as I could and licked it and sucked it with true devotion, to the delight of the boys. Now they were harder than ever and I knew they would want to repeat their fun with me again, but this time until the creamy end. Soon, they were re-installed within me, Alex was underneath me and in to the hilt; I had my back to him as Boris entered from the front on top of his brother's cock and rammed all the way home, easily past the now- insignificant obstacle of the second gate. They synchronized their fucking beautifully until at last, the three of us screaming with delight, Boris, then immediately Alex, splattered their copious cum deep up my arse. Carefully, very carefully, we disengaged and I squatted over Angie's mouth for her to lick and savour my flowering rosebud with its fragrant, translucent nectar. As she did so, I leaned forwards to take the boys' cocks in my mouth. Alex offered his cock and I started to suck it slowly, but his brother slapped him on the shoulder. 'Come on Alex. We can't afford to be late for the meeting and if you're like me you need a shower first. Thanks girls; that was great. We'll have more later in the week.' And with a knowing wink to Elaine, they disappeared in some haste, clutching their clothes. 7. This pattern was repeated over the next couple of weeks. The boys were not yet tired of us, and we added enough variations to keep them wanting more. With the constant plug use and the regular double fucking I was beginning to feel very loose and could now produce a wonderful wide rose. Elaine asked me if I would mind staying at their mansion 'for a few days' so Boris could 'use me' whilst his brother was abroad. I was promised utmost luxury and privacy and that it would bring much-needed revenue into the House. So, I packed the kit I needed to 'go solo'. Boris indeed treated me well, with gourmet meals and constant champagne if requested. He visited me regularly sometimes for a 'quickie', sometimes for a longer session of lovemaking. Each time I was able to accommodate easily and to the hilt of his impressive and insatiable cock. My biggest worry was about being too bored, as, whilst a guest in the house I was effectively a prisoner in a gilded cage, the cage in question being a suite of rooms locked from the rest of the house. I was also a little apprehensive at being away from the House and the support of Elaine, Angie and the others. Boris came to visit early one morning. He was going to be away for most of the day, but could not resist the release I was able to give him. I got him hard with some sucking and then laid flat on my stomach allowing him to pin me to the bed. He liked this position, allowing a full stroke of his magnificent 10 inches. It also felt fantastic for me, stimulating my gland and making me drip pre-cum like a tap. Eventually, he cried out and deposited his seed as deep as possible within me. And with a peck on my shoulder, he was gone with a promise of more that evening. I was aware of my responsibility to the House and, as a professional, how to keep myself in an attractive, feminine and alluring way. From the very first moment of waking, my first instinct was to make myself ready and to transform myself in the way that I adored. I could no more slob around in jeans and T-shirt than I could grow a beard. For me, once the washing and shaving and plucking was out of the way, I would pull in my waist with my short, black, silk waspie. One of the most exquisite pleasures for me is to open and wear a brand new pair of stockings. I never wore tights, always stockings, and I preferred the fully-fashioned traditional silky stockings with cuban heel and seam. Fastening the eight suspenders exactly to ensure the stockings were held taut and the seams straight was always a true delight; by this time in my dressing I was often erect. From there, it was always a matter of some panties or g-string, breast-forms and bra, the obligatory plug, a suitable wig, make-up - which could take up to an hour - and some jewelry, which always included a sexy anklet. Finally I would choose some stilettos with an almost reverential air. Of all the things to which I were devoted, a pair of high stiletto court shoes or sandals made me feel complete. This particular morning, being away from the House, I tried to follow the same rituals, choosing a pair of black patent court shoes with an exquisitely thin metal 5 inch heel, and finally throwing on a diaphanous peignoir and a cloud of expensive perfume. I settled down with a good book and a pot of coffee in a comfortable seat by the window, such that I could see the coming and going to and from the mansion. There was crunching on the gravel and Boris, merely 15 minutes since planting his spunk in my rectum, got into an enormous gleaming black Mercedes and driven away by a chunky, Slavic-looking man in immaculate uniform and cap. An hour or so later, the Mercedes returned and the chauffeur disappeared round to the back of the house. I was deep in my book and took little notice of the noises from the work of the permanent staff in the house. Eventually, the pot of coffee had its usual effect and I tottered into the bedroom and from there into the enormous bathroom. On returning, the chauffeur was standing in the lounge doorway, barring my exit from the bedroom. He spoke to me in an unknown language - probably Russian - which I could not understand. The next thing I knew was being thrown face-down on the bed and pinned into the covers. While his masters were away, he thought he could have some free fun and he thought I would be willing to supply it. Not so; I was determined not to be raped, but I was going to have to be strong and ingenious not to succumb. He was having to hold me by the neck, his huge, powerful hands easily pinning me. He ripped the plug from my hole. His left hand was occupied with his trouser fastening, so my hands were free. I grabbed the wig from my head and swung it backwards, hoping to catch his eyes. I swung wildly backwards hoping to break the lock of the elbow of the arm pinning me down. It was no good, I was not making him retreat. Finally, I got my stilettos over his shoes and made a huge effort to get some weight on them. He screamed as they penetrated the leather uppers and dug deep into his big feet. Then I was able to swing an elbow into his face, smashing his nose. I forced myself up with a mighty effort, managed to stand fully, thus ramming the thin stilettos into middle of each foot. The big Russian passed out from the pain in his impaled feet. The effort and the fear had had another effect too; my distended rectum had turned inside-out to give me a long, symmetrical, fleshy prolapse. 8. It had been a long, hot day and the sun had just dipped below the western horizon. We sat on the small patio looking out over the sea, our backs to the house still radiating the day's heat. I leaned over and picked up my glass, draining the last of the red wine. 'Well, I think I'll turn in. What do you think - a fem day tomorrow?' 'Undoubtedly. Full glam gear I reckon. It will be good to see her again. Goodnight.' *** The House had had to be disbanded; a great deal of money was moved into Swiss and other overseas accounts and some new identities were born. But eventually, the Revenue and the lawyers were happy, dust had settled and nobody had gone to prison. Angie and I had moved into a remote clifftop house as Andrew and Philip, and the local village just thought we were two gay guys living together in the old house up the hill. But then we appeared as Andrew and Pippa, and the next time as Philip and Angie, and sometimes Angie and Pippa went out together, usually dressed to the nines. We certainly caused the locals to stare and chatter, and we got our share of local visitors intrigued by the nature of our relationship. But we kept them guessing, talking about our wives and family within earshot of the locals. Andrew and Philip were never lovers. But 2 or 3 times each week we agreed to dress as Angie and Pippa and when that happened, the passion was intense, the lovemaking was perfection, the satisfaction immense. The following morning we each went through the routines we knew and loved, helping each other along the way. I helped Angie remove hair in some hard-to-reach places, she shaped my eye-brows and so on. Eventually we were happy, Angie looking radiant in blonde with very black eye make- up and scarlet lips, a tight silk blouse, hobble skirt, black stockings and stilettos matching the colour of her lips. I chose to be brunette with similar striking make-up and pearl silk blouse over some very large breast-forms which gave me a wonderful bounce as I walked, a black mini- skirt that just covered my seamed stocking tops and some very high black stilettos. We both wore large plugs as standard just to ensure we remained in a 'contained' state. I loved the tip-tap of our shoes on the tiled floors as we made lunch for 3. At the appointed time a large black BMW pulled up outside and a gorgeous pair of black-hosed legs atop a pair of high heels swung out from the driver's door. It was wonderful to see Elaine after the months of uncertainty. She retained her classical beauty and very sexy dress sense that showed her confidence and femininity. After much kissing and hugging we settled down around our kitchen table to enjoy our rustic lunch and hear her news. We heard that Geraldine was now fully transformed, radiant as the full woman we all knew her to be and about to be married to someone enormously wealthy. Erica had joined Tony and Howard in their travels, turning heads as she went. As for Elaine herself, she was being funded by a member of the House of Lords in return for some very special favours, although she also seemed to have a regular man in her life who seemed to be growing on her by the day. As for us, we were happy to be left alone in our cottage looking out over the ever-changing sea but with the freedom to adjust our appearance as and when we wanted. I looked back over the extraordinary experiences that had evolved me into the person I became and never regretted a single minute of it. I knew my now ex-wife would be financially secure for the rest of her life, that our kids could be educated without any debt. I knew that I had swapped a horrible life of endless arguments and huge frustration to one where I simply gave myself to Elaine; then I had no decisions to make, I just devoted myself to her and her requirements. Much later, Elaine had gone, the sun was going down in a glorious red glow, Angie and I were finishing a bottle of red on the patio. She turned to me: 'You know, dressed like that I could really fancy you...' I smiled, knowing what was coming. 'With you dressed like that, I could really fancy you too.' We leaned over and kissed a lipstick-smudging kiss. Quietly I said, 'You know that new double-ender we bought, the enormous one we thought even we would struggle with... the one we haven't tried yet...' She smiled again. 'You mean the one on my bed, ready and waiting for us?'