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MAID IN A SHAM MARRIAGE I've tried to explain my relationship with my older sister to a writer who wanted to tell my story but they just couldn't understand it, so I thought that I'd better tell the whole tale myself. My name is Brian Davis, at least that's the name I'm going to use for these purposes, if I used my real name you might recognise it and I want to keep at least some dignity so I will remain anonymous. This is all about my sister Charlotte and my wife Regina but if I call them by the way everyone else calls them, Charley and Reggie, it would get you closer to understanding their lifestyle of choice. My sister was five years older than me. All my life I've looked up to her and she's always guided, some say bossed me. For as long as I can remember she was athletic, first a whiz at netball and water polo then later at football, what that writer who was American insisted on calling soccer. While I was reading out in our flower garden during warm summer days she would sometimes stop by on her horse, call me a name or just laugh, then gallop off across the long pasture the other side of the fence. I was an even worse swat when I discovered the magic of numbers. Do you realise that all mathematical problems are solved just by adding and subtracting? When I realised that multiplication was simply a series of additions I just had to learn to control the figures that seemed to baffle my contemporaries. By the time I was twelve I was starting to write games programmes for the maths teacher to use to pose maths problems for other's homework. Needless to say I was either very popular with those who wanted to know the answers or hated by those who just saw me as a teacher's pet. I was easily bullied, always the smallest in the class and because I wasn't into physical exercise, teachers were letting me off because of my other talents, I never developed a muscular frame. Then when I was fourteen, first my Mother died of cancer then, only nine months later Father was killed in a car accident. I suspected he was driving as he lived after losing her, he just didn't care anymore. Charley being five years older than me took charge. She wouldn't hear of anything other than her taking over my Guardianship and the running of our large house. Perhaps I should at this point mention that money wasn't a problem. My parents were very well off and they each carried heavy life insurance, the payout of which was divided equally between us children and placed in our own separate accounts. While the bulk of their estates was run by accountants and bankers these personal accounts, each with around a million pounds in them, was left to Charley to run. She had no objection to me trying a couple of investments of my own using an equal sum from each account amounting to about a hundred thousand. In eleven months, investing in Hi-tech companies with new ideas, our initial investment of a hundred thousand was worth a million and a half. By the time I was seventeen I had sold my first game programme and already personally controlled almost as much money as was in our parents' original estate and Charley had benefited enormously from my investments. We were both very rich without our inheritances. The only trouble was running the house. From as early as I can remember our Mother tried to get Charley to act as Charlotte and wear frilly dresses. She would stand there having it put on, then as soon as Mother's back was turned she'd smuggle jeans, undies and t-shirt out of her room to mine. There she'd dress me in first her undies then the hated dress, don her jeans and be off across the fields to go out with her friend and similarly dressed Reggie for the day. Of course I loved the game, especially as it came from my heroine and it wasn't long, much to Mother's horror, before I loved the dresses. I felt that I was almost my big sister even though she hated that way of dressing. Once we were orphaned she put me in dresses whenever we were in the house and told me that as I was the girl I had to learn to cook, sew and keep the house and our clothes clean. By that time as well Reggie started to stay over, sleeping in my sister's bedroom and I wasn't such a na?ve young man that I didn't realise even before then that my sister and her were more than just friends. At sixteen I left school much to my head teacher's dismay, he had ambitions for me at an Oxbridge university that I didn't share. To mark the occasion Charley moved me from my lifetime bedroom into my parents' old room, equipping the wardrobes and drawers with everything a young woman would want. I carried on being 'Mother' in the household and Charley was very much the Father. Reggie, well she was just Reggie and I don't think it's being unduly kind to say that she wasn't the sharpest knife in the box. She had lost her Mother, not died, she'd run off with their gamekeeper or somebody, but when her Father became very ill he expressed his sadness that he wasn't able to give his daughter away in marriage. She and Charley put their heads together and came up with the solution. Reggie would marry, her Father would give her away before he died and I was to be her groom. It was hurriedly arranged, I hired a suit as Charley pointed out I wouldn't want to wear it again, banns were read and at Charley's insistence Reggie signed a pre-nuptial, saying that I was doing them a favour but I shouldn't be committed to it financially as well. Within six weeks I was walking my bride back down the aisle. A small afternoon family gathering was held at her Father's house then we moved to mine in the evening for a very unusual wedding party. Charlie took the suit from me and put it on, luckily we were then the same size and she presented me with a very sexy red French maid's costume which I wore to serve the guests as well as them having access to a huge buffet. Of course all our friends, well they were actually all Charley's and Reggie's friends, knew about them and as far as I was concerned they thought I'd just disappeared. They treated me exactly as I presented, a maid servant dressed for the occasion. We had a hoot, well perhaps I would have liked it more if I hadn't been wearing five inch heels but they added tremendously to the overall impression, so Reggie said. From that day forward the girls decided that it was an awfully good way for them to live openly as husband and wife. I was moved out of the master suite into a room on the next floor with my computer things in an adjacent room. It avoided any possible awkwardness from any one who stayed, seeing me living in the main rooms. Charley filled her wardrobe with men's clothes, had her hair cut and started on hormones that shortly had her shaving her face except for a rather good looking moustache. My wardrobe by contrast was nearly full of French maid's uniforms in every colour you could imagine with just a few 'normal' dresses for when I needed to leave the house. To build herself up Charley had a small gym made in one of the empty basement rooms. She had weights, balancing and agility furniture put in and exercised daily. It wasn't long before she had real muscles to show for it. Reggie reverted to Regina for her Charley and because she said she was having to make that sacrifice, I was asked to start wearing corsets to make my uniforms look better. To be honest I nearly suggested that she needed them more, she had always been a heavily built girl. At first I found corsets uncomfortable, especially in coordination with the very high heels, something about the way the swaying action I developed to walk in them chafed against my tightly laced waist but I got used to them in time, and they did improve my figure. Up to that time I used to spend a couple of hours a day working, either on our portfolio or new games. Now I found that I didn't have the time. If I'd been sitting around bored I wouldn't have liked it but the three of us were often playing adult versions of 'mother and father' or 'doctor and nurses', they usually tried to make sure that I was sexually satisfied during these times. The rest of the hours I was the maid, cleaning, doing the laundry and cooking, so I was leading a very busy life. Occasionally a relative of Regina's or an old friend of her Father's would come to visit her. She would explain that 'Charley' was her pet name for her husband since she married and my sister had enough family resemblance to me for them not to question that she was me. I of course was just the maid. I cooked the meals for them all and served them, curtseying frequently. Not one of the visitors paid enough attention to the hired help to consider that I may have been the groom. If I was ever studied it was my bum as I bent over. Regina worried somewhat about this however, not wanting to be embarrassed by my discovery. For my eighteenth birthday she arranged for me to have breast implants. I wasn't keen on this but they were both so excited that I could hardly refuse and had to act pleased afterwards even though I thought that the 'DD's' they had me fitted with were a bit excessive. At the same time I had laser treatment which although a long winded process, after it was done it made my body look far more feminine. It was also helped by a long term but very small dose of female hormones making my long hair thicker, softening my skin and increasing the sensitivity of my nipples. My voice was not at all a problem as I never had a deep tone and developed a breathy speech that they found very sexy. I started to have a weekly appointment at the local beauty parlour under the name of Elizabeth Lee. I can't remember how that name came about, only that the others thought that Lizzy Lee sounded like a maid. I became a platinum blond, enjoying the looks I got especially the men who's reaction to me was hilarious, although I knew that I wouldn't ever be anything other than a heterosexual male. I just liked the clothes and I suppose I had the submissive nature to go with them. I think the girls realised that I quite enjoyed the role of maid, being ordered about, but I knew it was all done with kindness so I relaxed into my junior position in the household. One thing I missed out on was foreign travel, they went off but Charley was using my passport with her photo in it so I couldn't go with them. Then Regina had an idea. If I used the name in a doctored passport I could become Elizabeth Lee, so then I could go with them. The next trip was a Caribbean cruise and I was booked in as their maid. It didn't work out too badly as I was able to join them some of the time, in fact every time they dressed or washed I had the excuse to be with them and I had to be responsible for ironing their clothes. Unfortunately I had to eat and sleep below decks which would have been a bit lonely except I made friends with another maid named Christine or Chrissy, who by coincidence worked for a household not all that far away from our home. Somehow we thought that our names Lizzy and Chrissy belonged together. A small part of one deck was allocated to staff and we spent a great time there off duty, playing deck quoits and other games. When docked we were sometimes able to go ashore and it was an exciting time until, three days before we got back to the UK, Chrissy came and spoke to me, very worried. "Lizzy, I hope this won't spoil our friendship and I've never said this to any girl before, but I've developed a real crush on you." She was blushing scarlet and had difficulty getting her words out. I came to the conclusion that for the first time in my life I could have a short dalliance as a man with a woman. "Chrissy, I'm sorry too, and I hope this won't ruin our relationship, but I'm not really a girl, apart from breast implants, I'm a man." That and the next two nights I spent in her cabin. We had wonderful sex but when I broached the subject of an ongoing affair she sadly told me that it would be impossible for at least a year. Her Master and Mistress had paid for her Mother to go to the United States to have a life extending treatment when she was gravely ill. It was very expensive but gave them another two and a half years together. Although her employers had not asked for it she told them that she would work for them for keep only for three years, to repay them for their kindness. At first they had refused but Chrissy insisted that her Mother always taught her to repay kindness in kind and that was what she insisted on doing. She told him that they were thoughtful and kind employers, even bringing her on that trip though they had no real need of her services. I decided not to go into my real position at that stage but realised that an explanation would be inevitable if and when we got together again. Before we disembarked we exchanged cell phone numbers and promised to speak at least once a week. For the next three months things continued as well as our chosen lifestyles would allow. All would have been perfect if I could have had more contact with Chrissy than our weekly call. The young maid was adamant however that she wouldn't do anything that interfered with her deemed obligation to her employers and as they travelled, so they took their maid with them. Then the worst of all possible disasters struck. Charley was still riding regularly and her nature always meant that she bought the most lively, if not actually wild horses. That afternoon the ride took her passed the house as usual, then she decided to go for one last gallop before stabling the mare. I had prepared drinks for when my sister got in but the time went by and two hours later the ice in them had all melted. Charley had been thrown by the horse and was killed. Regina and I were inconsolable. The one person in the world whose life we revolved round was gone. She was the person who led and guided us in everything that we did. The funeral was private, we felt only we knew Charley sufficiently well to mourn her so we kept it secret and cried until we were dry. Food was something other people ate until, very slowly it became relevant to us again. Even the calls I made to Chrissy became spasmodic, we had kept in touch up until then except when she was travelling with her Master and Mistress abroad and then the signal sometimes became weak or non-existent, so not infrequently it was weeks between when we spoke. Chrissy could sense a dullness in my voice which she couldn't understand, not realising the closeness I had with my sister and hence my devastation when I lost her. She began to think I was loosing interest in her even though I denied it. Christmas came and went as any other day in the Davis household. It was three months before Regina and I could start to think out how we were going to live the rest of our lives without the fire that kept us going, when there was a caller at the house. I hadn't used my uniforms since the accident but answered the door. It was a large, striking lady of no more than her early forties in age, standing in front of a very loaded taxi. "Can I help you?" I thought the face was vaguely familiar. "I am the Mother of the owner of this property, who are you?" I was about to give this woman a mouthful when it occurred to me to be a little diplomatic. I didn't know how much she needed to know or how long Regina would put up with her, she never had a high opinion of her Mother. "I'm the Mistress's maid, Madam," I carefully replied. "Show me to her, girl, then get my luggage in." I led the rude woman through to the sitting room where I knew my wife was. I left them to Regina's shocked reunion and as I wasn't told otherwise I thought that in spite of her manners, I should bring in the multiple bags and cases. It took all my strength and the assistance of the taxi driver to get them into the hall, then I had to go back to tell Regina that the driver hadn't been paid his fare and it came to a hundred and twenty one pounds, pointing out the help I had been given. She gave me a hundred and forty from her purse after her Mother claimed not to have any cash on her. When I returned to the room Regina asked me to get them tea. "Doesn't your maid have a uniform Regina?" her Mother asked. "Well, err, yes she does, but I haven't asked her to wear it since we lost Charley." "That is downright sloppy dear. Girl, go and get your uniform on and I will inspect you when you bring our teas. And don't forget to give a proper curtsey to your betters, not that little bob you gave me." I curtseyed deeply, sarcastically in my mind but it only got a nod of approval from the woman. I stomped off upstairs and got into full uniform, the corsets now not uncomfortable since shedding so much weight after losing my sister. I touched up my make up and hair, returning downstairs to make tea and placed it all on a silver serving tray to present it with a curtsey to the woman. "Ms Simpson is staying for a few days Lizzy, will you move her things to the green bedroom." It wasn't a question from Regina. "Yes Mistress," I replied with a curtsey and went out to start the removal process that took twenty minutes to complete. When I returned it was time to remove the debris of tea. "Lizzy, you will run me a bath and aid me with it while you are unpacking my things. Now show me to my room," her Mother ordered as Regina mouthed 'sorry' to me as I did the woman's bidding. I ran her bath and started to pack her things away, hanging them in the walk in wardrobe and the chest of drawers, running her a bath at the same time. When it was ready I had the embarrassing task of undressing my Mother-in-law, helping her into the bath then soaping her all over. At one stage she handed me a razor. "My Bikini wax isn't what it should be, shave off the re-growth, girl," she ordered and then, "Call me Mistress Victoria in future girl, I will be staying for a while." After the embarrassing business was done I then dressed her, finished her unpacking, and asked permission to go to prepare for dinner. I served them the frozen meals that Regina and myself had been living off for months, in the dining room later, but tried to make it as formal as frozen food would allow. Regina quietly asked me to come to her room as soon as they retired. "I'm sorry Lizzy, you can see what my Mother's like," she explained "hopefully she'll only stay a few days then we can go back to normal." Three weeks later things were getting worse rather than better. Victoria Simpson had decided that her daughter needed a guiding hand to get over the death of her husband and that she was the one to do it. The trouble was that Regina was easily led and beginning to agree that it was time for a little shake up in the household. Every fault that either of them could find in my behaviour was picked up on. I found it impossible to even talk to Regina and also found that I was locked out of the family bank accounts. Without that I couldn't continue to run the investments that had continued to amass their fortune. Eight weeks after her Mother arrived I decided that enough was enough. I had tried countless times to tell Regina that I'd had enough and that my position should be explained, to no effect. Together for lunch I took the opportunity to speak to both of them. "I'm sorry, Regina," I told them, "I have to speak my mind if you won't." They both had shocked expressions on their faces but I had their attention. "Mrs Simpson I am not the maid here, although I volunteered for the job. I am Regina's husband, only in name so that she could live with my sister who was the one killed. I must now insist that I am no longer ordered about, I am quite prepared to help out in the house but before you arrived Mrs Simpson, Regina and myself were managing quite nicely helping each other and that is what I intend for us to return to." To my surprise they both laughed at me. Regina spoke. "The timing of your little awakening is perfect but do you really think that anyone is going to believe you?" She came over and clipped a collar round my neck. "Did you see the workmen digging two trenches all the way round the house last week? It's a double ring of underground power cables to keep livestock from straying and has the added advantage of blocking cell phone signals. Although it was guaranteed otherwise, we thought that it was possible that one line wouldn't be enough so now we have doubled it. Your internet and telephone access is cut off and if you attempt to leave the property this collar locked on your neck will electrocute you. Have a look at these papers." She handed me a death certificate. It was to say that a fatal accident had occurred to Brian Davis other wise known as Charley Davis. With it was a letter from the family solicitors explaining that as Brian AKA Charley had left no will, my estate and the family estates would pass to her. No mention was made of the real Charlotte, it seemed they had assumed Brian was the one and only. "Now Mummy and I have decided that as a family retainer we should keep you on as our maid. As Brian is dead so of course it wouldn't be a problem if you disappeared but if you are prepared to accept the situation, we are willing to keep you on our staff. I notice that your corsets and uniforms have become a little loose. By coincidence, tomorrow you will have your new ones delivered so you should spend the next few days of any free time you have, taking in your uniforms to suit. For the next week, you will report to Mistress Victoria with her breakfast at nine each morning without your dress, just in your corset and she will tighten it properly. She will tell you by how many inches to take in the waists when you sew. You are dismissed." The first thing I did was to rush upstairs and check my computer. It was on but there was no internet connection. The next thing was my cell phone with the same result, no signal. I returned to the kitchen and found Regina waiting. "I'm sorry I've had to do this Lizzy, but after Mummy saw the mix up with the death certificate she explained to me that I had nothing here. You could get an annulment and I would be out on my ear with barely the clothes on my back so I had to protect myself." "Oh Reggie, do you really think that the love of my sister's life would be treated that way by me?" I made a desperate appeal. "All these years you've known me have I ever treated anyone badly, far less a member of my own family?" At that moment her Mother came through the door. "Nothing will change if you cooperate will it Regina?" She didn't wait for an answer but got two packs of frozen peas out. "Pull your panties down now Lizzy." I didn't respond but she did it for me, then placed both packs round my privates. "You will remain here doing what you've always done, the duties of a maid." She then waited a moment, saw the effect the frozen packs had and slipped a metal tube over my penis, locking it behind my testicles. "A maid has no use for that sort of equipment and I don't want you to influence my daughter by having your way with her." As if, given her proclivities she would want it. "Now you will be our maid and only our maid and I will reinforce that in your mind with some practical measures. I'm sorry but there is no other way to guarantee my daughter's future." Nothing I could say would change Regina's mind from following her Mother's instructions and the next day the promised new corsets arrived. The morning after that I presented myself to Mistress Victoria and she used all her considerable strength to make my corsets as tight as she could. By the time she'd finished I was cut in half and could hardly catch my breath. She told me to take my uniforms in by five inches at the waist. The following day the girl who usually did both the women's hair arrived to speak to Victoria. I was then sent with her to the kitchen where she unloaded a great deal of salon type equipment. First I had nail extensions glued on and painted metallic red, they extended nearly an inch beyond the ends of my fingers. The next five hours were spent tattooing make up on my face including red lips to match my nails, purple eyelids, black eyeliner and eyebrow line with a pale base over my face except blushing cheeks. My hair was again dyed platinum blond, set in tight curls and I was told that she would be back every three weeks to redo my hair, giving me a blond hairspray to retouch my roots if they needed it. I asked the name of her salon by way of conversation and she told me. Then I asked if it wasn't important for her to get my written permission to do this sort of work beforehand and she said that their office dealt with that. "Do you know that you could be put in prison for assault?" I asked her. "Don't be silly," she said and laughed as she packed up her equipment. "Just mention to your boss that I'm a man and I intend to sue once I get out of this prison, and see what they say," I told her with a smile. The girl left without the smile that she had earlier, and the next day Victoria was furious. "What did you say to that girl who did your face Lizzy?" she shouted. "Only that I hadn't given permission to be permanently marked Mistress Victoria." "Well thanks to you we don't have a really good visiting beautician any more, they're refusing to come here. Get out of my sight." In spite of my electronic tagging, over the next months Mother and Daughter never both left the house together. There was always one to keep an eye on me. Not having a visiting beautician meant that they would spend more time apart, not having their pampering done together at home. Later that afternoon I was physically punished for the first time. They had me lie over the vaulting horse in Charley's gym that had been unused since we lost her. There I was whipped with my sister's old riding crops that they took to carrying around with them whenever they wore belts to hang them from. "Charley would be proud the use you're getting from her old horse riding equipment," I rather nastily told Regina one day. She dropped it and burst into tears, but it didn't stop my beatings. She had simply gone out and bought herself and her Mother new ones and these were longer and thinner so more painful. I didn't win over it. One small precaution I did take was to search out all the mini-cams and motion switches I had and although I didn't have internet access, the wireless connections inside the building still worked so I hid them round the house to collect recordings of their actions, just in case I ever got the chance to use them. It even grimly occurred to me that they may provide evidence at my inquest. I could have put up with being hit, mostly it was just the casual whack but what was worse was the new chastity device. It was no smaller so it allowed me to start to get hard, but the inside was fitted with spikes and the strap round my testicles was electrified. First her Mother then Regina took delight in having me perform oral sex on them first thing in the mornings and last thing at night. The turn on was incredibly painful for me, but after a while my reactions were modified so they no longer caused me excitement. Victoria told me that they had decided to castrate me in the least messy way possible. My body would be trained not to respond to sexual stimuli. When they noticed that I was no longer getting the painful reaction Regina was encouraged to invite any and all good looking girls over to try their 'love machine'. I had to perform for nearly all the female guests, sometimes under the table while they were eating, They laughed and referred to it as 'Table Service' and started to take advantage of it themselves from time to time. As a next step they fed me Viagra to reawaken my reaction but even this reduced over time. While her daughter had her girlfriends Victoria started to invite men to stay. That way she discovered a new torment for me. When they went up to bed Victoria would order me to excite her male companion with my mouth to 'make him ready for me'. Then if he'd cum too quickly, she would order her 'fluffer' to get him hard again for another round. Worst of all I would be ordered in the mornings to clean her out with my tongue, the stale taste and smell making me want to gag. While all this was going on I still had the work of serving the needs of the large house and the demanding inhabitants. The women gave up trying to get me to cook the meals they knew I was capable of. I apologised profusely, declaring that Charley had given me most of my instructions, a blatant lie which they couldn't be a hundred per cent sure wasn't true so they ended up having meals delivered by a caterers' vehicle for me to serve whenever they had guests. Regina complained to her Mother that previously I had cooked such wonderful food that it had been written up by an on line critic at one stage, but now they had to make other arrangements. I lost all track of the days. I was ignored most of the time and was happiest when left alone. I cleaned, washed and cooked, well mostly defrosted frozen meals. My Mistresses lost interest in bating or even hurting me as I by now showed so little reaction there was no fun to be had. I wasn't even aware when Christmas came round again. There were no presents or even good wishes in sight for me, and my depression started to effect the atmosphere of the house. Knowing that I couldn't escape or contact anyone even if I was inclined to, which the women doubted, they made sure that anyone who was likely to call knew they would not be there, Mother and Daughter left to spend Christmas among the bright lights of London, then on to New York for the New Year. I sank into a deeper depression, contemplating the least painful way to end it all, only deciding to delay until Christmas Day itself, to drink a little of the fine wines I had hidden from the women. Two bottles of fine Burgundy and pills I had managed to accumulate washed down by my last bottle of best Cognac would be a good way to see myself and Christmas out. Early on Christmas morning there was a knock on the door. Intrigued and pleased by any break in the monotony I went to open it. There stood Chrissy. I fainted. She tried to call an ambulance but the hall telephone wasn't working. She went to two other rooms to find the same so, infuriated she dialled on her cell phone, but there was no signal. By this time I was coming round. "Is that really you, Christine?" I asked, the first sound of hope in my voice for more than a year. "Of course it is Lizzy," she smiled at me, "is anyone else in? What's been going on here?" I grasped her for all I was worth, never wanting to let her go. "It's a long story, how long before you have to leave?" "I can stay as long as you want, have you had anything to eat?" Chrissy was nothing if not practical. "I can't remember but there's plenty of food here." I took her to the cool walk in larder in the kitchen. Fresh food delivered only forty eight hours before was there, including a chicken. Chrissy bustled round and inside fifteen minutes had all the ingredients for a simple roast in the oven. She poured two glasses of wine and we headed to the lounge. In order for her to understand my position I had to start with my relationship to my sister, how we grew up and how I married Regina for her. I had told her of Charley's accident and now she had the full story she could understand how it could effect me so badly. Once I got on to the reason the phones wouldn't work, my punishments and imprisonment within the house she was horrified. Of course up to that point Chrissy hadn't realised that I wasn't just a maid. It came as a shock to her when she realised that I not only owned the house, I had a large fortune if only I could get my hands on what was rightfully mine. She listened to my story and told me that she had come to see me because she had originally given up on me, thinking that perhaps I'd found someone else, but she loved me so much she decided to make sure there wasn't a chance for us to get together. Her employers had given her a Christmas present of four months wages so that her debt to them was paid off and she was free. She'd tried to refuse it but this time they were adamant. By the time all these histories had been related the lunch was nearly ready, we just had to cook some green vegetables and we were able to sit down in the dining room to eat. She suggested that the first thing we needed to do was to call the police. I told her that before I'd given up all hope I'd formulated a plan but didn't know if it would work and in any case I hadn't been able to try it because it was the first time I'd been left alone. After we'd eaten, I booted up my wife's computer, but found that while they were gone they'd prevented linking to the web by the simple device of removing the modem and having the land line for the phone suspended. I had half expected that but I had a fall back. One day, months before while I'd been cleaning, she had left a piece of paper next to the keyboard that looked as if it might be her password for a clothing supplier. Knowing how many people tend to use the same password for multiple accounts I planned to try it to gain access to the bank accounts that I'd been shut out of. The next part of the plan was to turn off all the electricity in the house which I wouldn't have been able to do with them present. I admitted to Chrissy that I should have tried this even if she hadn't arrived but I'd been too depressed for months to think of it. With the power off I could have just walked out but that would take a chance on others believing me. With the electricity cut, the shield to my battery tablet was lifted and I could get internet access with that through the cell phone connection. The next thing was that I told Chrissy to keep her fingers crossed and wish me luck. I tried Regina's password on the bank site. It worked. There was still a very small account open in my name, it must have been overlooked as it only had a few pounds in it, so I transferred all the funds I could access into it, then changed all the accounts' passwords. I took particular delight in emptying Victoria's account which contained ten times the amount that was in her daughter's. The sums involved were small compared to my total fortune but would give me a large amount by other persons' standards, immediately available. The timing now had the added advantage that there would be nothing they could do to investigate for at least another two days, because of the season's holidays. For months the feeds from the motion controlled cameras were fed into my laptop, which by now was approaching its capacity so I collected that and the tablet and found some of my old 'ordinary' clothes rather than uniform and packed a suitcase. I knew the whereabouts of things like family and wedding photos, marriage and birth certificates and many other documents, so I packed an old briefcase with them. I searched for some time and managed to find the old card and chequebook for the account that was open and now pumped with funds, so that went in as well. I didn't know what local tradesmen had been used by Regina and her Mother so I didn't take a chance. There were still two cars in the garages so I took the larger, a Toyota Landcruiser and loaded up we were nearly ready to go as I had decided to drive to the city police headquarters and have them find a locksmith. The last thing, bearing in mind that it was my house and I didn't want smell problems, I showed Chrissy what to do then drove beyond the reach of the underground cables, beeped the horn as a signal and she turned the electricity back on. It was only then she was able to lock the door and join me. "You have really been thinking this out haven't you?" she told me, surprised. "I spent long days working out all sorts of plans but none of them would have worked until they left me for several days and even then they may have been able to cut off my funds without the public holidays. It's very difficult to do anything in this world without any money, for example we have to get fuel for this thirsty beast." I didn't say but had also worried that my Mother-in-law, being the social climber she was, had invited a couple of high ranking local police to public events so thought that they may back her story. I was aware that I was only going to get one shot at it and it just had to work or I was dead. It was over an hour's drive to the city even though the holiday roads were relatively empty and the first thing we did was to tour the cash points, drawing the maximum from each. We were lucky in that they hadn't changed the arrangement I had, to be able to draw unlimited funds each day. When you had accounts like mine the banks didn't argue. It was always a worry at the back of my mind that someone would suspect fraud when the women ran out of money on their travels and complained to the bank's security department. Even with the accounts frozen we could exist for some time on the cash. We were then pleasantly surprised that the police on duty were interested in my story without much delay. The worry had been that with so few on duty for the holidays, they would be too busy, it seemed however that apart from a few minor burglaries the majority of their trade was in drunks, so real crime was a pleasant diversion. We had booked a suite in a local hotel but it was late in the evening before we were able to take advantage. For the first time in many months, a locksmith had been commissioned to remove both my collar and chastity device. But my poor bits would have to be woken up with the help of doctors and we were too exhausted to deal with them that night. We just cuddled in the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. The next morning we had an appointment at the happy holiday mood hospital, where tests were carried out. The good news was that I would recover my functions, the bad was that it would probably take several days, maybe weeks of hormone treatment. My tattooed make up was another matter. It was possible that areas of it could be lasered off but parts were on skin too thin and sensitive to contemplate treating it the same way. I was stuck with it although as Chrissy pointed out, it wasn't hideous, in fact it was quite tasteful, but for a woman not a man. Because they flew out of London by private jet from Stanstead the police missed Regina and her Mother leaving the country but when they arrived at their Hotel in New York their bank cards wouldn't work. They tried different things, calling the bank etc., but it all failed as the accounts they had were either empty or blocked. They had no choice but to contact the charter company and have the same pilot bring them back to the UK earlier than planned but after he had his statutory rest. They were arrested upon arrival. Convinced that it was all a dreadful mistake, Victoria was in high dudgeon when they arrived at the city police station and were separated. It didn't take long for them to realise that I had escaped but they were still sure they could simply say that I was a deluded maid and could prove my death with the death certificate. When they realised that the police had the photos of me marring Regina with Charley as best man, they then started to blame each other. It took a total of three days to dictate my formal statement, not going the whole time but not far short, it was after all nearly the story of my life. With the help of the police I got in touch with the family solicitors and accountants and they started to get my affairs in order, including arranging an annulment of my sham marriage. By the time another long holiday weekend was over, this time New Year, I was able to have contractors come in to turn off and remove the underground wiring from round the house and with an injunction to keep my former Mistresses away, Chrissy and I moved back in. To keep my promise I sued the beauty parlour for my tattooing but settled out of court for a large sum on the condition that the girl that did it wasn't punished, as in the immortal words 'she was only following orders'. Summing up at the end of the trial of the women I had to take criticism from the Judge for breaking the spirit of the law by marrying and the actual law by travelling under a false name. Regina's lawyer had some success in persuading the Judge that she was not to bright and had been led astray by a scheming mother, so with good behaviour she was out of jail in less than two years. Her Mother will have to wait at least a decade for that outcome. I couldn't forget the love Charley had for her Reggie though. When she was released I let her live free for as long as she wants, in one of the houses my real estate company has for rental and settled a modest annuity on her that will leave her living not lavishly, but comfortably for the rest of her life. I know that I should have been harder, but I'm afraid that I'm just not made like that. Chrissy and I got married in Las Vegas the following year, long after my libido was well back to normal. With my face made up I have no choice other than to live outwardly as a woman so there will be a lot to explain to our children when we have them, but that's some time yet in the future. * * * * * I want to thank everyone for the constructive criticism of earlier stories, I hope that I've learned from them to break old habits. - K