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TO HAVE AND TO HOLD By Trisha PREFACE Here are the final two chapters of the story. I originally thought it would take more time to complete them, but then I guess i got inspired. I not only finished them quickly, but I am pretty happy with the result. As always, thanks for any comments. CHAPTER TWO So Celia and "Natasha" came over that evening, just as it got dark outside. Lauren had by then come home and changed into an attractive black dress. For my part, I wasn't sure what to do with my outfit. Out of pride, I had briefly considered wearing men's clothes, but I didn't really have any that fit me and I wasn't about to go shopping without Lauren. Besides, it would only be a flimsy pretense that everyone would see through. So instead I wore what I felt most comfortable in: a light pink blouse that was a bit tight but mostly covered my huge tits and a matching skirt that came to my knees, complete with white heels. I also put my hair in a ponytail, which I thought looked cute enough. I had gotten pretty good at fixing my hair by then (I often found myself spending hours on it), but since I would be preparing and serving dinner to guests, I wanted something practical that wouldn't get in my way. I had just finished the chicken when the doorbell rang, but I pretended to be busy and let Lauren answer it. I waited in the kitchen and listened from a distance. "Hello!" I heard Lauren greet them as the door opened. "Good evening, Lauren," came Celia's voice. "Thank you for inviting us over." "Of course," Lauren answered. "Lauren," Celia continued. "I want you to meet Natasha." "Good evening, Natasha," Lauren greeted. "Good evening, ma'am," said a high-pitched voice, not unlike my own. Hearing it sent a paralyzing shock through my body. Did I sound that silly, innocent, and fragile? "It's a pleasure to meet you." There was some commotion and nervous laughter as they all came in. Rooted to my spot, but still out of sight, I continued to listen in as they hung up their coats and came into the living room. "The house looks fabulous," I heard Celia say. "And dinner smells delicious." "Thomas has been working very hard," Lauren explained. "Oh yes," Celia said, now with an edge to her voice. "Where is she?" "In the kitchen, finishing up," Lauren said, either not noticing or deliberately ignoring Celia's "she" remark about me. My face must have by this time been almost as red as my hair, but I suddenly got the power to move again and, taking a deep breath, stepped from the kitchen into the living room where everyone was standing. "Hello Celia and... Natasha," I said, more conscious of my girly voice than ever. Over the months, I had grown familiar with it and stopped noticing it, but now it seemed obvious to me again. "Thank you for coming. Dinner is almost ready." Everyone stared at each other for a moment, taking everything in. Celia was as beautiful as ever, tall and dark. As usual, she had a thick black curl hanging from her forehead that made her look both irresistible and dangerous. Most of my attention, though, fell on Blake, who now no longer looked like the hulking, confident finance lawyer I had last seen him as. In fact, as with me, there was no way anyone would have recognized him, and I realized that there might be some truth in calling him Natasha, for he looked completely like a Natasha and not at all like a Blake. He had long tresses of blonde hair braided up into two thick, luxuriant pigtails that came down to his chest. His body, just taller than mine, was still a bit shorter than Lauren's, and had the same exaggeration of the feminine form that mine had. If anything, his chest was even bigger than mine, and on his small waist it appeared he might topple over at any moment. With one look I knew that, whoever this person once was, it wasn't Blake anymore. Was he thinking the same thing as he looked at me? "It's good to see you again, darling," Celia said with a smile that I thought held just the slightest traces of a smirk. I couldn't help observe that she seemed to be deliberately avoiding saying my name. She turned to Blake/Natasha. "Natasha, why don't you help out your little friend in the kitchen. Lauren and I have some special matters to discuss." "Yes, ma'am," he answered, curtseying once, and then turned toward me. Struck dumb by the scene before me, I could only nod as "Natasha" took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. "It's so good to see you," he said in a whisper when we were out of sight from our wives. "You look amazing!" "What are they talking about?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder and whispering too. "Oh, I don't know," he said dismissively. "Big girl stuff, I suppose. What does it matter?" "What do you mean, Blake?" I said. "Of course it matters. Why have we been sent to the kitchen?" "Please don't call me by that name," he said. "I'm Natasha now." "Well, I'm still Thomas," I insisted. "Okayyyyyy," Natasha answered in an exaggerated, girly way. "But I have to tell you, baby, that you don't LOOK like a Thomas. Look at that face! Look at that ass!" "I still feel like a man," I said, "no matter what I look like on the outside." "Do you?" he smiled. "Let's see if you feel like one." Then, without any warning, he ran his hand up my side and gently grabbed one of my breasts. "Ohhhhhh," I moaned at the touch, as much out of pleasure as surprise. "Don't do that!" But I seemed to have momentarily lost the power to move, and I didn't stop him. Seeing this, he took the opportunity to grab my other breast and move even closer until our tits touched each other. Then, grabbing me by the ass, he pressed me to him and started to kiss me. Overwhelmed with shock and a growing lust, I lost myself in the moment and realized that our tongues were now playing with each other in our locked mouths. I hadn't kissed anyone like this for months, and it felt electrifying. It also felt natural. "You see, I told you they were having fun," said a voice suddenly from the kitchen entrance. It was Celia. I spun around, my lips still burning with desire. Celia and Lauren were watching us. How long had they been there? Celia had her arms folded, completely unsurprised by what she saw, while Lauren was clearly shaken by it. She gaped at me with disbelief. "Well, they were impulsive, horny men," Celia commented. "Why should they be any different as sissies? They're perfect for each other." "I'm sorry," I said. "I was just..." Celia stared hard at me, sizing me up and cutting off my sentence. "How's dinner coming, sweetheart?" "I can bring it out now," I said, unable to return her gaze and instead looking down at my heels. "Good," Celia laughed. "I'm starving." A minute later, Natasha and I brought out the dinner to the table. I had originally put the couples across from one another, imagining Celia and Blake on one side and Lauren and me on the other. But Celia explained that Natasha didn't sit at the table anymore. "She's a good, proper bimbo-doll," she said. "She stands or kneels beside me while I eat. Besides, what's the use of a bimbo-doll at a dinner table? What is she going to eat?" This was clearly advice that was meant for me, not just Natasha, and I looked at Lauren for support. But Lauren was lost in her thoughts, still a little dazed by seeing me make out with Natasha, and she didn't return my look or give me any signal what to do. I was deeply conflicted. I felt awful for betraying Lauren, especially in front on Celia, and I wanted to make it up to her desperately. But what was I to do? Should I sit at the table? I knew that I should fight against Celia's ideas about what made a "proper" bimbo-doll, but the thought of of sitting at the table with the two women became increasingly intimidating. It didn't help that Natasha had immediately kneeled next to Celia when Celia sat down. I was busy for a while bringing salads, dishes, and wine from the kitchen, which alleviated some of the awkwardness. But soon there was nothing left to do except watch the women eat. In the end, I decided to compromise, neither sitting at the table nor kneeling next to Lauren. Instead, I stood away from the table like a waiter and looked on. "It seems like Natasha has adapted well," Lauren observed, cutting into her chicken without any zeal, but offering a smile to the bimbo-doll that was kneeling next to Celia. "Oh, yes, she's a natural bimbo really," Celia said. "From the moment I saw her deflowered at Judgement Hall, I knew she would take to her new life like a fish to water. And she has." Natasha smiled at this, pleased it seemed to get such praise. I was still angry with him. Why had he kissed me like that? But I was also angry with myself. Why had I kissed him back? "If she's hungry, we bought some extra packets for her," Lauren said. "Perhaps Thomas could get her one." "Oh no, that's very thoughtful of you, but she's already eaten a couple of times today," Celia replied. "She got fucked by our doorman Charles this morning, and she blew the cab driver on the way here. That paid for our whole fare, didn't it, sweetie?" Celia gently patted the head of Natasha, who was now beaming proudly. I tried to keep up my anger at him, but became distracted when I thought of his big, juicy lips wrapped around a cock less than thirty minutes before. When I remembered that I had been kissing those same lips, my mouth began to water. "Yes," Celia continued. "We gave up those cum packets a while ago. They're so expensive. And why bother paying for them when men will happily give up their jizz for free? Natasha usually eats three or four times a day, and that not only saves us money but even earns us some. The doorman gives her five dollars just for fucking her in the ass. It's next to nothing, of course, but it makes my bimbo-doll feel like she's accomplished something. Doesn't it, sweet-tits?" "Yes, ma'am," Natasha nodded, speaking in an especially girlish voice. "I make money AND I get cock, too!" "That's right, baby," Celia smiled. Then she glanced at me. "What about her?" she asked. "Is she still eating the packets?" "Thomas still prefers them," Lauren said, not looking at me. "I don't think he's ready to try anything else yet." "Nonsense!" Celia declared, setting down her knife and fork. "Just look at her. She's dressed like a whore. Who picked out those clothes she's wearing? Did you?" Lauren shook her head. "And that makeup and nails," Celia went on. "Pink nails! Just who is supposed to appreciate that, Lauren? You? Does that make her attractive to you? Or does it make her attractive to men?" "I don't want to sleep with men," I protested from the corner of the room. Now they all looked at me. Lauren turned with curiosity and tenderness. Celia smiled with cheerful hostility. Even Natasha looked with a peculiar, unreadable expression. "You're lying," Celia finally said, picking up her knife and fork again. "Blake said the same thing at first. Of course he wanted to deny it. But I knew Natasha was lurking in him somewhere. From the moment he was transformed, I realized that Natasha had always been there inside him, waiting to get out. You could see it in his face when he got fucked for the first time. And I could see it in your face too when Brad fucked you." I opened my mouth to speak, but stammered and stopped. When Celia saw that I didn't have an answer ready, she went on even more ruthlessly. "Face up to it, Kitty Kummylips," she said. "You're a bimbo-doll now, just like you always wanted to be. Natasha has told me all about it. She confessed." "Confessed?" I asked, blushing uncontrollably. "What are you talking about?" "Natasha explained your plan," Celia answered, rolling her eyes as if I had asked a stupid question. "She told me everything about how you and Blake had always wanted to be bimbo-dolls, but were too embarrassed to do it voluntarily. That's the real reason you took all of that money from the firm. And it's the real reason you both got caught." "That's not true!" I cried, but I knew my strained voice and red face were only making me look more guilty--and more pathetic. "But it really IS true," Natasha said. "You just admitted it all yourself in the kitchen. You told me how much you had been looking forward to this day. That was right before you kissed me." I looked helplessly now at Lauren who looked back at me with disappointment and sadness, and I knew immediately that she believed them. How long had Celia been feeding her lies about me? And why was Natasha playing along? But I knew Natasha would do whatever Celia told her. "It's okay, baby doll," Lauren assured me. "I know everything now. And I understand. I just wish you could have trusted me from the start. I would have helped you sooner. We could have avoided all of this pretending." "But I'm a man," I said, still frustrated by the lack of authority in my helium-high voice. "I don't want to be a bimbo-doll. I want to finish my year out and go back to the life we had--or at least one like it." "We'll see about that," Celia sneered, putting down her silverware and standing up from the table. "Come on. Let's go to the living room and figure this out once and for all." With that, she walked out of the dining room. She didn't look once behind her, but everyone followed. First Natasha, of course, standing up and prancing along obediently. Then Lauren, who took a few steps before turning and silently gesturing to me to come. What else could I do? I walked slowly to the next room, almost as slowly as I had walked into the z-chamber. It felt like Judgement Hall all over again, though this time I was even less certain what would happen. When I entered the living room, Celia was already sitting in one of the black leather chairs. It was "my" chair, the one we had bought especially for me when Lauren and I got married. In front of Celia, Natasha was standing, his head not much higher than the seated Celia. Lauren took a seat on the nearby couch as if to watch what would happen and, without taking a seat, I stood next to her and watched too. "Blake never had the courage to be a bimbo-doll when he was a man," Celia said, her eyes now fixed on Natasha. "But he lost all of his inhibitions once he was feminized. And one of the first things he did, even before he became Natasha, was pledge his devotion to me as his lady and mistress. Isn't that right, Natasha?" "Yes, ma'am," Natasha answer dutifully. "I'm yours forever." "Well, you're mine until I get tired of you," Celia corrected, smiling. "Why don't you show Mistress Lauren and her bimbo-doll what you did to renew your vow to me?" "Of course, Mistress Celia," Natasha answered, lifting up his short skirt which, for the first time that evening, I realized didn't have any panties underneath. But it wasn't the lack of panties that I noticed so much as the small glint of metal and stone. "Is that..." I stuttered. "Is that a ring?" "My old wedding ring," Celia explained, laughing now, and lifting up her left hand to show everyone her naked ringfinger. "I, of course, didn't need it anymore, and Natasha insisted that she wear it as a token of her devotion." I took a step closer for inspection. Yes, there it was. The tiny silver wedding ring, complete with diamond, made for the slender finger of a woman, now wrapped snugly around the base of Natasha's one and a half inch hard-on. "Isn't that just precious?" Celia grinned. "I was so pleased that I consummated our new relationship right then and there in our bedroom. Natasha? Should we show them how we did that?" "Oh, yes PLEASE, Mistress Celia!" Natasha smiled, delighted at the idea. "Should I get in position, then?" "Right away, sweetie," Celia said, giving a sly wink to Lauren and me. The next moment Natasha dropped to the floor and got on all fours, pulling up his short skirt and exposing his perfect, round ass to Celia. Now that I was looking for it, I could just catch the gleam of the wedding ring dangling in the front. "Stay!" Celia commanded as if speaking to a pet. Then she reached into a bag and brought out a simu-dick, one very similar to what Lauren had bought, but with a slightly different color to the tip. "I had originally bought this before Blake's transformation in the futile hope that he would use it on me and preserve what was left of his manhood. But," she gestured dramatically to the bimbo-doll waiting patiently on all fours in front her, "that just never happened, did it? Instead, he prefered to lick my cunt for hours while dreaming of cocks. Isn't that right, sweetie?" "Yes, ma'am," Natasha answered, still not moving. "Are you ready to start yet, mistress?" "Not yet, you impatient thing," Celia scolded in her mocking manner. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. Or maybe I'll just surprise you!" "Oh please, mistress," Natasha begged, shivering with excitement. "Anyway," Celia continued, as if annoyed at the distraction her husband was making. "It was becoming increasingly clear that Blake wasn't interested very much in using his little thing anymore--and the truth was it had become quite useless anyway. But when he put the ring on, it sort of sealed the deal, confirming my every suspicion. I vowed I would never touch his itsy-bitsy sissy clitty again, which made him hornier than ever, of course. Then I said I would give him treat!" Celia raised herself from the couch and promptly dropped her pants around her ankles. She too wasn't wearing any underwear and for a moment I saw her neatly trimmed twat, the same one that her husband had spent so many hours licking. But then, all at once, she covered it with the simu-dick, quickly fastening the straps behind her to hold it in place in such a practiced way that it was clear she had used it many times before. She dropped to her knees behind Natasha and placed the simu-dick in the crevice of his ass, then playfully tapped it like she was knocking on a door. Natasha shuddered with anticipation, but didn't look back or say anything. "Such a beautiful ass," Celia smiled, caressing it with both hands. "It's bigger than mine. And shapelier, too. It's the kind of ass you always dreamed of, honey-cheeks. The kind you deserve to have." "Thank you, ma'am," Natasha cooed, and the bimbo-doll arched her back sharply, trying to catch a glimpse of Celia behind her. Without warning, Celia suddenly struck Natasha with her bare hand, leaving a bright red print on the creamy white surface of her right ass cheek. THWACK! Natasha yelped in pleasure. "Tell me who you serve, sissy!" she demanded. THWACK! "I serve you, Mistress Celia!" Natasha whimpered. "I'll always serve you!" Celia toyed with the simu-dick for a few seconds, pressing it against Natasha's hole and making the bimbo-doll squirm with suspense. Then, neither fast nor slow, she steadily plunged it deep into Natasha's ass. "Mmmmmm," Celia murmured, her eyes closed to relish the moment. "My god that feels marvelous. Does it feel good to you, sweetie?" "Uh-huh," Natasha said, her voice more girlish than ever. "Please more, mistress! I need more of it in my tushie!" "Of course, my darling," Celia said and began sawing in and out of the bimbo-doll's ass. The big black curl on her forehead swung back and forth maliciously. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Still pumping away, Celia turned to me. "I'd ask you if you like the show, but I think it's pretty obvious. Don't you think so, Lauren?" Lauren looked at me now too, first in the face, but then her eyes drifted downwards. It was only when I saw her expression turn to disgust that I realized that I was playing with myself like crazy. Somehow, without even noticing, I had managed to pull down my panties and fingerbang my own ass while watching Natasha get fucked, fantasizing so intensely that I hadn't been aware of what my hands were doing. "It's time, Lauren," Celia said. "Thomas doesn't exist anymore, and there is no use holding on to this pathetic reminder of who he was." "Lauren, let me explain," I started to say, though I still hadn't stopped playing with myself. Somehow the fact that Lauren had caught me masturbating only made me want to do it more. "This isn't who I am. It's just the effects of the feminization!" But a new look had come over Lauren's face. It wasn't cruel like Celia's, but it was just as calm and determined. "I understand now," she said. "I should have seen it from the beginning. You WANTED to get caught. You needed to be a bimbo-doll. This is just who you are. Who you've always been. Don't worry, though, baby doll. I'll take care of you." "Lauren, no!" I cried. "Come here," she said gently. I did as she told me. I even stopped playing with myself when I saw what she meant to do. "This isn't right, Lauren," I pleaded. She had pulled off her silver-colored platinum wedding ring and was holding it in the palm of her right hand. "Lift up your skirt, baby doll," she told me. "No, Lauren, I can't!" I protested. "Lift up your skirt, Kitty!" she demanded. It was the first time she had used my bimbo-doll name, and my body betrayed me instantly. The urge was too strong, and I lifted up the front of my skirt to expose the tiny remnant of what was once a big cock, a cock Lauren had at one time loved to have inside her. "Kitty Kummylips," she said in the formal manner of making a vow, "with this ring I promise never to touch your little sissy clit again, but to treat you like the bimbo-doll you are and have always been. Kitty, Do you accept this ring and promise to serve me forever as your mistress?" Despite it all, I could still see the kindness in Lauren's manner, which made it all the worse. She really did believe that I had always wanted to be a bimbo-doll. She really did believe that I had gotten feminized on purpose. And she really did believe that she was doing the merciful thing by letting me have the life she was describing. I looked down at the ring, the same one I had placed on her finger when I proposed three years before. The same one I had made a vow with at our wedding ceremony. Blake had been my best man. "Do you accept me as your mistress, Kitty?" Lauren repeated to me. There was still a small part of me that wanted to slap the ring out of her hand and run away. There was still a part of Thomas in me, in other words. But my urges were too strong. Though I knew Lauren was wrong and that I had never wanted to be a bimbo-doll before, I also knew that I now I really did want it--as much as anything in my whole life. "Yes, Mistress Lauren!" I cried out, the words bursting out almost involuntarily. Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Make me your bimbo-doll. I promise to serve you always." "Kitty Kummylips," Lauren said, "I hereby pronounce you my bimbo-doll." And with that she slid the small platinum ring around my rock hard erection. All one and a quarter inches of it. As she did so, one of her soft fingers happened to brush against its underside. The idea that this was the last time she would touch it sent such an intense rush of blissful humiliation over me that I thought I might cum, even without permission. But I didn't. Instead, my hard-on just throbbed, futilely and excruciatingly. "Oh my, her little clitty is even smaller than Natasha's!" Celia wailed hysterically. She still had her simu-dick stuck deep inside Natasha, but she was only slowly thrusting it in a mindless manner while she watched Lauren and me. "I didn't think that it was possible to be so small! That ring's not going to come off, is it?" Lauren tugged on the diamond part of the ring, which was facing up, careful not to touch any part of my dick. "No, it's staying on there," she reported. She looked at me again. "Do you like it, Kitty?" "Yes, ma'am," I answered truthfully, looking down to admire the way it made my tiny dick look even tinier. "It makes me feel so girly," I admitted. "Alright, Kitty. Now it's time for the best part. Take your place beside Natasha." Like the obedient bimbo-doll I was now, I shuffled over, my panties still around my ankles, and got on all fours next to Natasha. "I'm so happy for you," Natasha said. Like me, she was crying, though whether out of joy or despair I wasn't quite sure. Lauren, meanwhile, had positioned herself behind me and was strapping on a simu-dick, the same one she had bought for me to use on her. Natasha took my hand. "We're going to be total sissy-BFFs," she told me. "I know it. I'll tell you all of my naughty secrets, and you can tell me yours." I didn't have time to answer. Before I knew it, I felt the simu-dick penetrate my backside. I let out a sharp groan of ecstasy. Lauren, too, was groaning. "I can't believe I haven't used this simu- dick yet," she said. "It feels so good." Then she grabbed my ass with both her hands. "Your ass feels so plump and soft," she panted, now starting to grind the simu-dick inside of me. It was clear now that she wasn't just fucking me out of kindness. She was enjoying it too. She grabbed me by my red ponytail and pulled my head up painfully as she spoke into my ear: "I own you now, Kitty. You'll do whatever I tell you. Do you like it when I talk that way?" "Yes, Lauren," I said. "Say it like a slut," she told me. "Yes, Mistress Lauren!" I cried in my tiny bimbo voice. "I'm your little bimbo-doll! Please fuck me in my hungry little bottom! Please!" She let go of my hair and spanked me several times, making my body shiver and bounce each time. "God! Why does it feel so good to spank her like that?" she asked. "Because she's a stupid bimbo and she likes it," Celia answered. "Mmmmmmm!" I moaned. "You see," Celia told Lauren. "All she needed was a good butt-fucking to bring out her inner bimbo-doll, just like this one here." Then she pulled on Natasha's long blonde pigtails like they were the reins to a horse and drove herself deeper into the bimbo-doll. Natasha squeezed my hand, which was still in her little fist on the carpet floor. We stayed like that for some time, holding hands while getting our asses pounded by our former wives. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lauren and I spent a lot of time with Celia and Natasha after that. Sometimes they would come over to our place and sometimes we would go over to their penthouse condominium. Natasha and I would always make dinner. Then we would entertain Lauren and Celia by eating them out, or getting fucked by their simu-dicks, or sometimes dancing and kissing each other. Celia especially like to watch Natasha and I make out, fondling each other's bodies and making each other hornier and hornier-- but without the power to cum by ourselves. Lauren grew colder. She had clearly enjoyed taking on the role of mastering her sissy-husband, and I knew that she had done so, at least partly, because she thought it was best for me. But treating me as her slave have a chilling effect on her. She grew less and less sympathetic, laughing as loudly as Celia sometimes at my distress, as when she let Natasha lick her pussy for the first time and made me watch. She didn't even look at Natasha. The whole time she kept her eyes fixed on my crying, whimpering face. Taking Celia's advice, she also started renting or giving me out to men. Delivery men learned quickly that they were sure to get a special "tip" from Mistress Lauren's sexy little bimbo-doll. They came around so often I started to wonder if they were sending the packages themselves, just so they could get their dicks between my plump lips. I wanted to complain, but how could I? Not when I slurped down their jizz with greedy glee. Not after I begged to cum while they fucked me in the ass. Lauren eventually began to hire me out as a maid, telling me it was high time I contributed something to our income. She sent me to various houses, usually owned by older, divorced men with big beer bellies. One of my frequent customers was Frank, a fiftysomething retired cop who liked to sit around and watch me clean his house in the black high heels and skimpy maid outfit Lauren had bought me. The lace frill of the skirt was extremely short, barely covering my teeny cock, and exposing most of my bare ass. Of course, when I bent over (which was quite often), everything was revealed. Frank would watch me for hours sometime. Then suddenly he'd be behind me. He liked to sneak up when I wasn't paying attention, and he was quite good at it. It always surprised me. "I remember when you were that big-time lawyer, Thomas Nexly," he said one afternoon, catching me from behind and grabbing my tits as I was making his bed. "I'd see you in the courthouse wearing your expensive suits." "Oh, Mr. Grueber," I cried out in my best victim-voice for him. He liked playing the predator. Reminding me how far I'd fallen was all part of the game. Then he threw me to the bed and crawled in after me, towering above my small frame and grabbing me by my hips. "You want my cock up you ass, you little sissy?" he asked. "Oh, please, Mr. Grueber. I so, so NEED your big cock! I need it BADLY!" I moaned. "You really are all slut, aren't you?" he said, ramming his cock in hard and making me squeal. "Maybe I'll even let you cum this time." Then he fucked me face-to-face, his huge belly slapping against my tiny hard-on while I screamed out his name. But he never let me cum. He just jizzed up my ass and paid me my ten dollars for the day. That was "reward enough," he said. I nearly wept. It had been three weeks since I had been allowed to cum. There's something about a bimbo-doll that makes people treat them like that. It was affecting Lauren in the same way. She explained, for example, that I couldn't really appreciate orgasms if I had them all the time. But I was sure I caught the same cruel tone in her voice that I heard in Celia's and Frank's. She wasn't just playing a role for my benefit anymore. She was starting to enjoy it herself. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That very afternoon, Lauren called me from her work. "Celia and I have a treat for you and Natasha," she promised. "Wear something really slutty, okay baby doll? Natasha will be there at five o'clock, but Celia and I won't be home until very late." A treat? I was suspicious, but I was also intrigued. What would it be? I didn't dare ask Lauren. If she got mad, she might call the whole thing off. Natasha showed up at precisely five o'clock, just as planned, and she was just as clueless about what the plans were as I was. "A gangbang, maybe?" Natasha guessed. "Oh gawwwd, I so HOPE it's a gangbang!" "Mmmm," I said. "Do you really think so? That would be just so wild. And maybe they'll like film us sucking all that cock! We could be in one of those 'Virgin Bimbo-Dolls Fucked' movies!" "Except we're not exactly like virgins," Natasha giggled. "Oh my god, Natasha, is that cum on your chin?" I asked, looking closer now. "Probably. I blew the cabbie on the way over, as usual. He was so icky, you know? But his cock was so big, you know, so it was fine." "Can I lick it off?" I asked taking a step closer. "Oh, I would like that," she said and raised her chin so I could get at it. "Mmmm, it really is cum. So yummy," I moaned, sucking it all off. "Just getting it on my tongue like that is making me so, so horny." "Me too," Natasha sighed, kissing me and feeling up my breasts. I was still wearing my maid's uniform from earlier, and her hands made their way down to my bimbo-doll dick. "We should fuck," I said breathlessly. "Oh, you always want to," she said. "But your tiny prick can barely get past my ass crack. You know that." "Don't act like yours is all that much bigger, Natasha," I said bitterly. "Just because you're one and a half inches doesn't mean you're some kind of sissy-stud or something." "I'm TWO inches," she corrected. "Or at least I almost am." "We could use the simu-dicks," I suggested, but she shook her head. Celia and Lauren had strictly forbidden us to use the simu-dicks on each other. Celia said it made us think we were better than who we really were. "Let's sixty-nine," she said. And so after making out for a while, we moved into my bedroom (I wasn't allowed to sleep in the same bed as Mistress Lauren anymore) and sucked each other's little cocks. It was a mistake and we both knew it. Having a teeny sissy dick in your mouth is nothing compared to a real cock, and since we both had our former wives' wedding rings on (our "sissy rings," as they called them), we had even less room to work with. Of course, none it mattered anyway because neither of us could get the other one to cum. We needed someone who wasn't a bimbo-doll to let us. But with nothing else to do, we just kept licking and sucking and making ourselves hornier and hornier. Finally, after a couple of hours of this, I begged Natasha to fuck me in the ass, and after giving me a thorough spanking, she gave it her best effort, getting just the smallest amount of her hard-on into my eager butthole. And that is exactly how Lauren and Celia found us when they came in: me bent over on my elbows while Natasha was trying in vain to poke me in my ass. "Well, well," Celia laughed, and we were both so shocked we didn't even move from our awkward position. We just looked up at the door in an absurd sort of tableau. "Lauren and I had a bet that when we got home you two would either be trying to suck each other off or trying to fuck each other. I guess Lauren wins." What was most horrifying, however, wasn't that Lauren and Celia had walked in on us. Yes, it was embarrassing, but they'd had seen (and made us do) much worse. What was most horrifying wasn't us at all, but the two men standing next to our mistresses in the doorway. "Rob and Joey," Lauren said to the two men, "please say hello our former husbands, "Kitty Kummylips and Natasha Naughtybottom. Kitty and Natasha, please say hello to our dates for the night, Rob and Joey." "Nice to meet you, Kitty," Rob said, nodding to me. But I barely noticed. All I could see was that his hand was firmly on Lauren's ass. "You don't have to be shy at all, Kitty," Lauren reassured me. "I've told Rob all about you, and, believe me, he doesn't judge you in any way." Natasha and I remained speechless and frozen. Soon, however, Celia grew impatient. "Natasha, get over here right now and greet my date Joey properly," she demanded. "And you, too, little missy," she said to me. "This is no way to respect your superiors." Natasha and I obediently hopped off the bed and greeted our wives' dates "properly," kneeling before them with our heads down. "Oh, my," Lauren said in a tone she might use to console a child. She lifted my chin up and made me look at her. "Don't get your feelings hurt, baby doll. You get lots and lots of men. Why can't I have some of them? Oh, are you crying again?" I couldn't help it. The tears fell relentlessly down my face. "Why are you treating me like this?" I asked. "Because you're a bimbo-doll, silly," she said. "This is the way you're supposed to be treated. This is the way you WANT to be treated, right?" "But I thought I was YOUR bimbo-doll," I sobbed. "You still are, sugar-tits," she said. "But I have my own needs too. And you simply don't have the right equipment to satisfy me anymore. You understand, don't you?" Still crying, I forced myself to nod. "Listen, I'll tell you what, Kitty," Lauren said. "I talked to Rob and Joey, and they understand how hard this is for you, especially the first time. So they've agreed that you and Natasha can be with us the whole time they're here. They won't do anything to your mistresses without you watching. Okay?" "Okay," I sniveled, unsure if watching would make things worse or better, but knowing that I definitely wanted to. "Here," she said, dropping to her knees beside me. "I'll even let you help me suck his dick. Would you mind, Rob, if Kitty helped out just this once?" "Not at all," Rob smiled, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers. "I love redheads." "Oh!" I shrieked. "Yes, it's big isn't it?" Lauren grinned proudly. "It's even bigger than you were when you were nine inches. And Rob didn't need to get bio-modded to get it. Did you, Rob?" "It's all natural," Rob said. I stole a glance to my right and saw that Celia and Natasha were also kneeling before her date, Joey. Celia was whispering something in Natasha's ear with an evil expression in her eyes. "Now I want you to treat Rob very nicely," Lauren told me, grabbing me carefully by the back of the head and pushing my face toward the gigantic cock. "He's an executive for Norris Software Company, so he's had lots of girls, and even a few bimbo-dolls like you. But don't be too shy, either. He'll be gentle with you." With that, Lauren pushed me onto the enormous tip, stretching my tiny mouth nearly to its maximum. Then, smiling with approval at me, Lauren began licking the underside of Rob's shaft, moving from the center all the way down to the balls. Her eyes never left mine, even as she shoved me farther down his seemingly endless pole of flesh. I had never seen my wife suck another man's dick before. A year ago, I probably would have hit him in the face. Now I just sucked harder and played with myself. "She's a good cocksucker, isn't she?" Lauren said, momentarily taking her mouth off Rob. "Yes, she's very good," Rob said, though I couldn't tell if he was serious or making a joke. His voice sounded sincere enough, but his face looked like he might explode into laughter at any moment. "And she's got such beautifully fat lips," he added. "They look perfect wrapped around my dick." Lauren continued to press my head up and down on the massive erection, still staring at me as if she wanted to enjoy every moment of my humiliation. Mostly, though, I looked at Rob. A good bimbo-doll, Lauren told me, always showed her submissiveness by looking up into the eyes of the man she was sucking off. It was just proper bimbo-doll etiquette. Meanwhile, Lauren still worked Rob's shaft, carefully licking the bottom half. Sometimes her mouth would even come very close to my own, making me try all the harder to push my face down further and try to meet her lips. But she always managed to move them away before I could get to them. "Mmmmm," Lauren said, taking her mouth off the shaft, licking her lips, and looking sexier than I had ever seen her. "Don't you love this cock, Kitty? I want you to get it nice and wet so he can stick up my cunt. Would you do that for me, baby doll?" "Mmm-hmmmm," I agreed, the cock all way to my throat. I was masturbating more furiously than ever. Lauren stood up and started kissing Rob, her hand still on the back of my head, guiding its rhythm. From my angle below, I could see that he was sticking his tongue down her throat pretty far, and she was reciprocating with more lust than I ever remember her having for me. "I'm ready," Rob said. "So am I," Lauren agreed in breathless lust. Grabbing my hair hard, she pulled me off of Rob's dick. Eyes locked with each other, the two made their way to the bed--my bed--while they tossed off their clothes and threw them on the floor. I was left kneeling and panting, still rubbing my sissy clitty and now fingering my mouth. I wanted desperately to keep sucking him off. When I looked to my right, I saw that Celia was already on the floor getting fucked by Joey, whose dick looked every bit as big as Rob's. Her legs, clad in black stockings, pointed up into a perfect "V" while he plowed her roughly. For her part, Natasha stood in the corner, sobbing and playing with herself just as I was. "Oh my gawwwwd, Rob! Yes! Yes! YES!" I turned my attention back to the bed, where Rob was now pounding Lauren doggy-style. Her face was toward me, but she wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were closed, and even when they would open, they were rolled back in her head. "I need this so badly!" she cried. "I've needed a man for so long! Keep fucking me, Rob! Keep fucking me!" I tried to remember her ever talking to me like that but couldn't. "Oh my god, Rob! I love you dick so much! I'm already cumming! I'm cummmmm..." Her words dissolved into a deafening moan. I thought at first that might be the end of it, but Rob kept fucking her as hard as ever, grabbing her by the shoulders and ramming away like a piston. Satiated for the moment, she looked at me and smiled. "Oh, Kitty, I'm so glad you became a bimbo-doll," she said, grunting with every pump Rob gave her from behind. "Just think, if you hadn't found your true self, I would have never know the pleasures of being fucked by a man like Rob. I would..." But her mind was swallowed up in ecstasy again and she didn't finish her sentence. In a few more minutes she was reaching orgasm again. "FUUUUUCK!" she cried. "I'm cumming again, Rob! I'm cumming! Oh, please shoot your load in me! Fill me up! OHHHHhhhhhhh...." Four thrusts later, Rob let out a low grunt and his whole body convulsed in orgasm. "Yes! Keep it in me! Fill me up! Oh, my god! It's so much! It's so much cum!" Lauren's elbows gave way and she collapsed to the bed, with Rob, still inside her, falling with her. They stayed like that for a minute or two, cuddling and still panting hard. The Rob rolled over. "That was amazing," he said. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "I can feel all of your hot spunk inside me. It feels so good." She closed her eyes for a moment, and I thought she might even fall asleep. The room had gone quiet. Sometime when I wasn't noticing, Joey and Celia must have gone off into another room, and apparently Natasha had gone with them. Maybe the night was over. But then Lauren opened her eyes and look directly at me. "Don't just sit there, Kitty," she said. "Rob's cock needs to be cleaned right now. Show him what a good bimbo-doll you are and lick him off." "Yes, thank you, Mistress Lauren," I said and quickly climbed into bed between Rob's legs, exhilarated at the chance. His dick was only slightly limp from fucking, and as soon as I began to clean it with my mouth I knew that he was not even close to being done for the night. In fact, it got harder and harder the more I cleaned it, and the harder it became, the more enthusiastically I licked it. It was easily as big as my forearm, probably bigger, and though I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth all at once, I zealously ran my mouth along it, worshiping it as I did so. "That's enough, Kitty," Lauren said after a while. I stopped. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, mister," I said, still kneeling between his two huge legs. "It was really yummy." "You're welcome," he smiled. Then he laughed. "And thank you for letting me fuck your wife." "It's my pleasure, mister." Lauren giggled and kissed Rob hard. "Alright, Kitty," she said, pulling herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She spread her legs out, and I could see Rob's jizz dribbling out. "I promised you treat tonight, didn't I, baby doll? Now it's time to have it. If you do a good job, I'll even let you cum yourself." More eager to please than ever, I crawled up to the bed and stuck my face in her dripping pussy. It smelled strongly of Rob's spunk, and it tasted just as good as it smelled. "You better get me as clean as you got Rob," she warned playfully, "or I might just think you like him better and get jealous of you two." I didn't answer, but instead began slurping away at her pussy like a hungry animal. I felt the familiar hand on the back of my head as she drove me further in. Then she pulled me back. "You're doing very good, baby doll," she said. She turned to Rob. "Now, Rob. Would you be a dear and fuck Kitty in the ass while she licks me out. Nothing would make me happier than watching her try to concentrate while your big cock is being stuffed inside her." Rob happily complied, quickly mounting on top of me and gradually shoving his dick in, sending stars into my eyes. I had never felt that kind of pain and pleasure before. Watching me squirm, wince, and do my best to keep licking her cunt, it didn't take Lauren long to begin rising to orgasm again. "Oh, your TONGUE, Kitty," she cried. "You were made to be a bimbo-slut, did you know that? God, keep it up! Watching you eat up all of that jizz is almost as hot as getting fucked by Rob. Oh, my. Keep sucking it out. There's still a lot in there!" "His dick makes my brain feel fuzzy," I confessed. "Oh, Kitty!" she shrieked, now edging closer to her climax. "I want us to cum together, okay? I know it's been a long time for you, and I want you to have a big one, the biggest of your life, while you've got my cunt on your mouth, Rob's dick in your ass, and his seed in your tummy. Oh, Kitty. I'm cumming now. Cum for me, baby doll! Cum harder than you ever have before! Cum harder than you ever will again!" And, just as she commanded, it was the biggest orgasm of my life. CHAPTER THREE It was another month before I was allowed to cum again. In the meantime, now that they had gotten a real taste for it, Lauren and Celia kept bringing home new men. After Rob and Joey, there was Martin and Derek, then Seth and Donovan, then Conner and Francisco, then Shane and Grant, and then Hector and Nolan. Sometimes they let Natasha and I watch and occasionally even let us participate. But usually Natasha and I had to stay in my room (or Natasha's room if we were at Celia's condo) and listen to Lauren and Celia moans from a distance. More often than not, we spent the whole time with our ears to the door and our hands on our little sissy dicks. When we got really frustrated, we might start sucking each other off, though that inevitably only made our cravings worse. Each time Celia and Lauren were done getting fucked, Natasha and I would be called out of our rooms for our "treat," that is, eating the jizz out of their pussies. Sometimes, just for fun, we would switch, and I would suck out Celia, who was always crueller. She liked to wrap one of her long legs around my head and squeeze until I couldn't breathe. More than once, I nearly passed out. Her favorite thing to do while I ate her pussy out, though, was use her riding crop to spank my ass. "Gently!" she would shout if she thought I was going too hard or fast, and then she would give me two sharp thwacks, one to each side of my behind. "Treat my cunt like the treasure it is, you little bitch. You're lucky I even let your cocksucking lips come close to it." "Yes, Mistress Celia," I always answered, both dreading and hoping that she would spank me some more. Eventually, after having so many men, Lauren decided that she needed to make our new relationship official. So one Tuesday morning, she told me I wasn't going over to clean Frank's house as I usually did on that day. Instead, we were going to talk to a attorney and file the paperwork to make her a "bimbo-doll widow" legally. "Celia's already become a bimbo-doll widow from Blake," she explained, "and she says it was the best decision she's ever made." Bimbo-doll widows were women whose husbands had become bimbo-dolls and who no longer wanted to be married to them. It was not a divorce technically because, first, that would imply equal grounding between the two parties and, second, it allowed the wife to hold all of the rights and property, including her bimbo-doll, that she would have if her husband had died. So her legal status was closer to a widow than a divorcee. It also meant that she could claim my life insurance, which was nearly a fortune. This by itself was reason enough to do it. To celebrate the occasion, Lauren bought me a brand new "schoolgirl" outfit, including a tight-fitting white blouse with a plunging neckline and bare midriff, a plaid skirt that ran halfway down my thighs, knee- high socks, and black heels. Completing the look, she put me in two outlandish pigtails and drew red freckles all over the cheeks on my face. "Perfect," Lauren said, pleased with her work. "Now that's how a true bimbo-doll should appear." Looking in the mirror, I saw Raggedy Ann--if she were a porn star with big tits. The fake freckles were especially degrading, and the thought of going out in public made me squirm with panic-filled lust. "We're not going to see anyone we know, are we Mistress Lauren?" I asked optimistically. "What fun would that be?" she replied without explaining further. It wasn't until an hour later when we were about to enter the tall skyscraper that I realized where we were headed. "This is the building for my office," I said, stopping in my tracks. "This is the old firm, Mason and Crowley." "No, sweetie, it's not YOUR office anymore. Believe me," she said. "But you're right that it is Mason and Crowley. You have a lot of old friends here." She grabbed me by the hand and led me through the revolving doors. We said hello to the doorman, Jake, and Lauren made sure to explain who I was. He smiled lecherously at me and tipped his cap. I wondered if I was going to be entertaining him later. We made it to the elevator without seeing anyone else I knew, but just before the doors closed, a man I remember from the 32nd floor, the floor above my old office, hopped on. "Well, hello!" he said in exaggerated friendliness when he saw me. I dimly remembered his name being Cody. Though he couldn't see under my dress, he must have known I was a bimbo-doll. No regular woman would dress like that. "Hello, sir," I said sheepishly. Lauren grinned. "This is Kitty Kummylips. But you probably know her better when she worked here as Thomas Nexly." "Thomas Nexly?" Cody said incredulously, ogling me like he was inspecting the results of a magic trick. "Hello, Mr. Cody," I said, hoping badly that the rising elevator would get to our floor soon. "Well, you look like you've adapted nicely, Thomas... I mean, Kimmy." "Kitty," Lauren corrected. "Kitty Kummylips. And, yes, she's adapted marvelously, hasn't she? She's an utterly natural bimbo-doll." "But the feminization was only for a year, right?" Cody asked. "That's what I heard." "Oh, but I don't think Kitty ever wants to be a big, yucky man again," Lauren said. "Do you, Kitty?" I blushed. "No, ma'am. I love being a bimbo-doll more than anything." "She would suck your cock now, but she has an appointment to make," Lauren told Cody. "Why don't you give us a call sometime, though? She needs to eat every day." "I would like that," he said, gazing at me and licking his lips. Lauren gave him her phone number, and a few seconds later the elevator bell rang and the doors opened. "This is our floor," she said. And then I noticed we were on the 31st floor. "Where are we going, Mistress Lauren?" I asked as we stepped into the hallway, but when she turned left, I already knew the answer. "I told you, Kitty," she said. "We're going to get our marriage dissolved. Who else would we see except our lawyer?" "Do you mean Brad?" I asked. "Kitty!" Lauren exclaimed in exasperation, grabbing me by the shoulders to stop me. "You know better than that. Show more respect. He's Mr. Van Helton to you." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The waiting lobby of my old office looked almost exactly the same as I left it. The same plants sat in the corners. The same leather sofa sat along the window. Even the same secretary. In all of my anxiety over Brad, I had forgotten that Janie was working for him now. "Good morning," she greeted us. "Mr. Van Helton is expecting you. Go right in." My plan had been not to make eye contact with Janie at all. I was too mortified. But when she didn't sneer or say anything to me, I wondered if she even knew who I was. After all, I looked completely different now. But when I peeked over to her as we passed by, I saw very well that she knew me. Her knowing smirk gave it away. My office itself looked much the same too. The biggest difference now, of course, was that instead of me sitting behind the large oak desk, it was Brad Van Helton. "Oh, good morning Lauren!" he said as we entered, ignoring me, and gestured to one of the seats in front of his desk. "I have all the papers ready. This shouldn't take long." Lauren sat down in the chair he indicated and, like the proper bimbo- doll I was, I did not sit but stood next to her. "My oh my, Kitty," Brad said, finally addressing me. "Don't you look sweet in those pigtails and freckles. I bet all of the boys are after you, aren't they? I didn't know how to answer this. In fact, being in Brad's presence again seemed to have paralyzed me temporarily. Seeing his face and hearing his voice brought back all of the memories of my feminization and deflowering. I could taste his cum in my mouth all over again. I could feel his steely cock in my ass, making me his bimbo. My thoughts swam together. I wanted this man dead. But, more than that, I wanted him to fuck me. "Kitty keeps very busy with the boys," Lauren said when it was clear I couldn't answer. Brad smiled, then turned the papers toward Lauren and I. Soon we began signing the documents to dissolve our marriage. Technically, only Lauren needed to sign them, since as a bimbo-doll I was her ward and had no independence. But I remembered too from my attorney days (not all that long ago) that it would expedite matters if I signed too. Each time it was my turn to sign, I gave the same performance. I would meekly walk over to the large desk and take the pen from Brad (it seemed so big in my hand now). Then, sticking out my tongue in the corner of my mouth as if concentrating on a particularly difficult math problem, I would sign my name, Kitty Kummylips, while sounding the syllables out loud ("kit-tee kum-mee-lips"). My signature was, of course, as girly as I could make it. I even dotted the two i's of my name with hearts. Such a performance now came second nature to me. It wasn't that I was stupid. I felt just as intelligent as ever. But my urges were too powerful. Simply acting like a ditzy, slutty bimbo-doll gave me a sexual thrill every time. It didn't matter that I was degrading myself. In fact, degrading myself was part of the excitement. The whole thing made me so horny that I had to consciously stop myself from masturbating right there and then. "Congratulations, Lauren," Brad said as we finished up the paperwork. "You are now a free woman. I just have to file these papers at the courthouse this afternoon and then it's official." "Oh, that's wonderful," Lauren said with relief, not even looking at me, but beaming with joy at Brad. "And are you going to file those life insurance papers on Thomas, too, then?" "That's right," Brad said. "You can expect the money at the end of the month." "Terrific!" They looked at each other in silence for a moment, smiling knowingly. Then Brad turned toward me. To my distress, I saw that they had clearly spoken many times. "Now Kitty, I have a few things I want to talk about with your mistress. Be a good girl and step outside in the waiting lobby while I do that, okay?" Unsure, I looked to Lauren to tell me what to do. "It's alright, baby doll," she said. "I'll be out in a little while." "Janie will take care of you," Brad added. "She's been talking all morning about getting the chance to catch up." The idea of leaving Lauren and Brad alone together (and in my old office) left a sinking feeling in my stomach, but I did as I was told. I had no sooner stepped out of the office when I heard the door close behind me and the lock latch. Whatever they were doing, they wanted some privacy. However, I didn't get much opportunity to think about Lauren and Brad. Janie was already waiting for me, standing in the center of the waiting lobby with two other secretaries from the 31st floor, Ella and Lucy. "Ladies," Janie announced, "let me introduce you to Kitty Kummylips, the former Thomas Nexly." I curtsied to them politely and they all giggled uncontrollably. "Oh my god," Ella howled. "She is too fucking CUTE! Look at those gorgeous dicksuckers on her! I'm almost jealous of those lips!" "And those long eyelashes," Lucy said. "Is it really him, though?" Ella asked. "I mean, how can you tell?" "It's him," Janie said firmly. "I watched him get feminized. Hey Kitty, tell us who you are." "I'm Kitty Kummylips," I answered, and they tittered and dropped their jaws when they heard my squeaky-high voice. "I used to be a man named Thomas Nexly, but now I'm a bimbo-doll for Mistress Lauren." "Good girl, Kitty," Janie said patronizingly. "Now show these ladies what you've got under that pretty little schoolgirl skirt of yours." I did as I was told, pulling up the short skirt that barely covered me. "Oh look," Ella shrieked, holding her hand to her mouth in delighted shock. "There's a tiny little bulge in her panties. That can't be it, can it?" "Let's see it!" Lucy said, and in one quick jerk she pulled my thong panties down to my knees. "Ooooooooooo!" they all cried in unison and then began giggling again. "See, that's Lauren's wedding ring on there," Janie pointed. "How adorable is that?" There is something about bimbo-dolls that brings out people's cruellest sides. As Thomas, I'd had relationships with each of this women, with Janie while I was married, and with Ella and Lucy before I was married. It's true that all of these relationships had been fairly superficial. None of them had been much more than sex. Still, we had been intimate on some level. How could I account for them being so mean? I think there are a lot of reasons why they acted that way--why everyone treated me so viciously. It made them feel superior (like bullies on a schoolground) and it purged some of the revulsion they were feeling knowing that they had slept with me. There was also the effect of the pheromones, of course. But more than anything, there was something incredibly carnal about their cruelty. It touched some deep, erotic nerve in their psyches to dominate me like that. I felt it myself, only in the reverse. The more they bullied and made fun of me, the more turned on I got. My theory was only confirmed by what they did next. Ella said, "Do you think Lauren would mind if we... you know... used her a little?" "Why do you think I called you two over?" Janie replied. "Mr. Van Helton said that he and Lauren would be a while, and that we could do whatever we wanted with Kitty here in the meantime." "Oh, let's have her eat us out, then," Lucy suggested. "Thomas always refused to lick my pussy, even after all of the blowjobs I gave him." "Yeah, he hated that," Janie said. "What do you think, Kitty? Do you still hate licking pussy?" "No, ma'am," I said deferentially in my schoolgirl tone. "I love it. It's almost as good as sucking cock." "That's so hot," Janie said, touching herself through her dress. "Me first!" Ella said, pulling down her panties and lifting up her dress. "Janie, lock those doors to the hall, would you?" And so I knelt down on the carpet and ate them all out. The women were too much into a sexual frenzy to take turns so instead they crowded around me in the center of the room and pushed their pussies in my face, grabbing me by my pigtails and grinding into me. Within the first minute or so, I lost track of whose pussy I was lapping out, but it didn't matter. "Wow," one of them said. "She's good that this." "I'm already about to cum just looking at her," said another one. "Let me! Let me!" There was some mild tussling, but they made sure they got equal time, and after all of them had been satisfied at least once, they slowed down. For the second round, I ate them out one at a time. I was just finishing up Lucy again while she sat in a chair when the office door opened and Lauren came out. "It looks like you've been a very good bimbo-doll, Kitty," she said, smiling over me as Lucy began her orgasm. "I trust she's treated you all well, ladies?" "Ohhmm, yeah," Lucy said, bucking up and down on my mouth. "Let me tell you, she makes a much better bimbo-doll than she does a man. I don't know what I ever saw in Thomas." "Me neither," Ella agreed. "She's twice as good with that tongue as Thomas ever was with his dick." "I forgot that you two dated him before we were married," Lauren said. She didn't look at Janie at all. Did she know about my affair with her? "Okay, Kitty, it looks like you're done here," she observed. "Mr. Van Helton wants to see you now. He's got some exciting news he wants to share with you." "Yes, mistress," I said, standing up. "I'll see him right away. Do I look alright? Has my makeup come off?" "You look perfect," Lauren assured me. "All of your freckles are still there." I reached to pick up my panties, which had been tossed to the floor, but she stopped me. "Oh don't worry about those, baby doll," she said. "You won't be needing them, I don't think." I nodded and walked toward the office door. As I entered, I happened to catch Lauren winking at Janie, who winked back. They were hiding something. "Kitty!" Brad called when he saw me come in. "Come over here and sit on my lap. I want to talk to you about something." "Yes, Mr. Van Helton," I said, obediently crossing the floor of the office and making my way around the desk to sit on his lap. Behind me I could hear all of the women tittering to themselves in hushed tones. They were clearly delighted about what was happening and were following me in to watch. "Right here," Brad said, patting the top of his legs to summon me on them. I was no longer wearing panties, so as I climbed up onto his lap there was nothing between my backside and his clothes. The bulge between his pants nestled up neatly between my ass cheeks, making me squirm with pleasure. It was so big I felt like he had already penetrated me. But that was still to come. "My, isn't that outfit something," he said. "You make a very pretty bimbo-doll. Do you know that?" "Thank you, Mr. Van Helton," I said bashfully. "I have some great news for you, Kitty," he said, slipping a hand up my skirt and gently stroking my inner thigh. "Do you want to hear it?" I was so horny now that I could hardly concentrate enough to answer, but I managed to let out a "yes, sir." "This might be difficult for you to understand at first, Kitty," he said. One of his hands was still stroking my thigh while the other one had moved up my blouse and was softly fondling my tits, driving me wild. "It can be hard, I'm sure, for a bimbo-doll to know why men and women do the things they do." "I'll try my best, Mr. Van Helton," I said, closing my eyes in bliss at his caresses. Why was he bothering with all of this talk, I wondered. Why didn't he just fuck me like he clearly wanted to do? But my mind was too clouded over with lust to discover any reasons. "I'm sure you will, Kitty," he said. "And I'm glad, too. Because if I'm going to be your master, then I want to make sure you'll always try your best to please me." "Master, Mr. Van Helton?" I asked, opening up my eyes in surprise to look at him. "That's right, Kitty. You see, if a bimbo-doll's mistress marries a man, then that man becomes that bimbo-doll's master." He let this sink in for a moment. The he said: "I've asked your mistress to marry me and she has said yes. Very soon, she will be Mrs. Lauren Van Helton. Isn't that wonderful, Kitty?" "You're going to marry her, sir?" I asked, still a bit stupefied. "Look at the ring he gave me, baby doll," Lauren said, stepping forward to show me the diamond ring now sitting on her left hand