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THE POOL PARTY
1/
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Kelsey and Eve arrive to the
small gathering I had arranged to debut my new swimming pool, which
looked wonderful in the sunlight.
Kelsey, particularly, caught my eye. Not a hint of a tomboy. I
actually did a double-take when she got out of the car.
She had her hair tied up and was wearing a beautiful summer dress. She
actually had make-up on which I'm sure Eve --- who was beside herself
at my reaction --- would have helped her with and high heels, in which
she seemed quite awkward.
"Good evening, Mistress Brianna," Eve laughed. "May I present Lady
Kelsey?"
"You clean up nice," I told her. "I never knew there was a woman
beneath those overalls and grease stains."
"Thank you, Mistress Brianna," Kelsey grinned, offering a slight
curtsey in the spirit of things. "We even brought our bikinis as you
asked."
"And I look forward to seeing you in them later," I told her, enjoying
our chemistry.
I considered what was about to happen. It was only a small party, and
mostly friends of friends since I had been so distant from the world
for the last year or so. But it was another step in my journey back
and, rather than a tightness in my chest, or a tenseness in my mind, I
was.......Happy.
"How would you like to look like that more often?" I asked her.
She looked puzzled. "It is kind of fun being girlie, I suppose."
"You have a block of apartments that I'm sure could use
cleaning.......I have a maid......." I mused.
I honestly hadn't thought the idea through, but Stephanie did seem to
be enjoying herself and this would be a special way for her lifestyle
to continue. It was a positive way for her to be with her friends.
"I do hate some of the jobs around the apartments. And it would be
pretty cool to have a cleaning service attached to the rents. Let's
work out the details."
"Sounds good," I told her.
"One condition," Kelsey hesitated.
"Go on."
"I get to smudge grease on my nose and cheeks occasionally. I know how
cute it looks."
Eve and I laughed.
"Certainly," I said.
"Good," Kelsey smiled. "Where is Stephanie?"
"In the guest house. Would you mind letting her know guests are
starting to arrive?" I said as another car pulled in through my open
gates.......My open gates.......Another first in a long, long time as
my trust in people continued to be rekindled.
2/
When Kelsey and Eve knocked on the door and walked in --- they were
only shocked by what they saw for a second.
Stephanie had her mouth wrapped around her new favorite toy: the dildo
her Mistress had given her. It had taken her days to first touch it
and hold it. She had been so afraid. And she had cried the first time
she wrapped her lips over it. But now, she couldn't get enough.
She was actually making a slight moaning sound and slurping when her
friends stepped in.
"You could have knocked!" she exclaimed, standing back from the dildo
in her maid uniform.
Kelsey and Eve glanced at each other.
"We did, you dirty girl," Eve grinned.
"Mistress Brianna said it's time for you to get to work," Kelsey said.
Stephanie was to serve drinks and refreshments through the late
afternoon and evening.
"But let me fix your lipstick first," Eve smiled, rummaging in her
handbag as she noted smears of different colors on the dildo.
3/
It was incredible, Stephanie thought, as she tottered about on her
high heels. All these people.......okay, maybe about twenty.......knew
her in one capacity or another, and except for the occasional comment
that mocked her in good humor, they were all accepting her servitude.
And Stephanie loved it. If she could do this full time and quit her
Office Girl position at the pool company, she would do it in a
heartbeat.
She approached Mistress Brianna with her tray of drinks.
"Thank you," her Mistress said, taking a glass and sipping it. "Are
you having a good time?"
Stephanie nodded demurely. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you."
For a moment Stephanie had tears in her eyes.
"Thank you for everything you've done."
Brianna smiled sweetly. "We'll talk later, Stephanie."
3/
The party was generally a success. People swam and splashed and drank,
but one, perhaps more than others, started to forget himself.
What were once kind jokes at Stephanie's expense became crueller and
crueller.
I watched Kenny through the late afternoon. He was one of Stephanie's
co-workers at the swimming pool company. Ever since Stephanie came
out, Kenny had flirted with her. For whatever reason, he was
fascinated and darkly smitten. Occasionally, Stephanie confided in me
that his remarks were sometimes quite crude and cruel --- and it was
this I was witnessing today.
I suspected they were born of several factors. Firstly, a frustration
that Stephanie was yet to please him. Secondly, this desire to be
pleased by Stephanie probably scared and confused him. He'd known
Stephanie as a man, and now he was drawn to her......What did that
make him? I was sure he had wondered through many sleepless nights.
Thirdly, that fascination was perhaps a manifestation of something
deeper........Not a desire to be satisfied by Stephanie, but a longing
to be like her. I suspected, somewhere deep down, there might be a
girl within Kenny.........And what had happened to Stephanie had
awoken feelings he was desperate to avoid.
Later in the day, as he became more intoxicated, I decided to summon
him to find out once and for all if Stephanie was ready, and who,
exactly, Kenny was.
4/
Kenny entered the bedroom, where I was waiting with Anna and
Stephanie, in her maid uniform.
She offered Kenny a drink, the man unable to take his eyes off her.
"Thank you," he said, sipping at it, and then crassly added: "Perhaps
you'd like something in return."
I touched Stephanie's shoulder gently and she kneeled before the man,
a small bulge apparent in his swim shorts. She eased them down and his
penis rose in a half-hearted manner.
"Is that it?" MIss Anna asked.
"It's the drink," he grumbled, making excuses for his short-comings.
Stephanie's eyes were wide with fear and attraction, drawn to his
size. To her, knowing how small her clit was, even this moderate cock
seemed massive. She reached up with nervous fingers. I could see them
trembling as they made first contact. She looked at the penis from
different angles as she ran her fingers up and down, exploring the
giant shaft.
"It's so big," she whispered.
"All the better to fill that mouth with, you sissy bitch!" Kenny
snapped, bored of the teasing foreplay.
"I've really seen much bigger," Miss Anna said, "but it should be a
pleasant enough starter cock, Stephanie."
Kenny glared at Anna.
I glared at him.
This wasn't for his satisfaction. This was to see how far Stephanie
wanted to go. Perhaps she would embrace this moment, come to love cock
and men, no matter their shape or size. Perhaps she would be a cock
whore. Or maybe she would be more discerning........
Maybe she wouldn't even care for it.
I noticed tears welling in her eyes.
She moved her mouth to the tip and kissed it lightly.
Kenny just couldn't wait. Grabbed Stephanie's hair and pushed her head
down, lips involuntarily parting to take his cock.
"Work it, bitch," he sneered, pushing up and down.
I could hear a song drifting up from the pool area. Stephanie might
not even be acknowledging it now but it would be bedding deep in her
subconscious; whenever she heard it in the future her mind and body
would be cast back to this moment.
Stephanie was terrified. Tried to break free, but was held in place by
Kenny's strong hands. She tried to cry out, but the sounds were
muffled by the dick in her mouth. Tears started to slip out-
I thought about my own terrible song, the one that had been playing
when a knife had plunged into my breast, my hand raising to my
scar.......
I stepped forward and slapped Kenny across the cheek. In his shock he
let go of Stephanie's head and she scrambled back.
"Please, stop......Don't make me....." she sobbed.
I looked back at my girl. I wouldn't have her hurt like this. I had
finally discovered her limits. Maybe we would push through them one
day, but for now the game was over.
"Go get changed," I told her. "Enjoy the party."
"But your guests-" she began.
"They can serve themselves for now," I assured her. "Go."
Stephanie scurried from the room, and I considered the man before me.
He stood up to me, eyeballing me, his penis still struggling to stay
up.
"Somebody better fix this," he insisted, looking at me and Anna like
we would drop to our knees and cry hallelujah at such a wonderful
privilege.
"Anna, I think your strap-on training will begin today," I whispered.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, and slipped from the room to prepare
herself.
"What the hell is this?" Kenny protested.
"You want satisfying," I told him, wtaching his erection stiffen.
He took his cock in his hands. Pre-cum was leaking out. He was trying
to be boisterous, but didn't realise that I knew he was getting turned
on by my domination, by the thought of Anna, his sexy boss,
penetrating him with her new, hard strap-on.
She returned as if on cue.
"You can't help yourself.......You're all ego to hide the fact that
inside there's a little girl-"
"Shut up," he said.
"A little girl who wants to lose her virginity," I finished.
"Please don't," he whimpered. "Shut up and don't talk like that, you
filthy bitch."
"You were getting pretty rough with Stephanie," I told him. "But I
don't need to do that here, do I? Because you want it, don't you?"
Anna smiled with delicious anticipation. She started to lube the
strap-on erotically.
"No........" he whispered, getting even harder at the unexpected
prospect for us both to see. Almost a respectable length, but nowhere
near the size of Anna's strap-on.
"I bet you've never seen anything that big," I whispered.
I leaned towards him and whispered instructions in his ear, nibbling
it slightly to turn him on.
He stared at the strap-on, mesmerized. He wasn't small anymore, but
Anna's cock was so much bigger.
"I can't say that......." he protested.
"But look at her.......That wonderful gift she has for you......." I
smiled sweetly. His cock was starting to spill cum at just the
thought. "You never knew, did you? But I could tell......I always know
a girl when I see one."
Kenny's body started to tremble as his lips parted and repeated what I
had told him to say: "Please, Miss Anna. I deserve a good pussy
fucking for being a naughty girl."
Anna laughed and told him to turn around. Obediently he leaned against
the wall and-
5/
I left the two of them alone, hearing him cry out as he lost his
virginity.
I stood outside the door. Waiting. Listening. Hoping I had not made a
mistake.
He screamed and I thought about Andi and what she was doing to my
rapist. Was this any better? He screamed and I covered my ears.
Couldn't listen. What if I was wrong about him? What if-?
"Please don't stop......" he begged. "God.......I didn't know it could
feel like this......"
I heard Anna slapping him and then he was crying out: "Fuck me
harder.......I'm a bad girl.....a bad, naughty girl!"
I breathed again and finally walked away.
Later, Anna told me Kenny had wept with guilt and shame.....But then
begged for it again, asking her to show no mercy. She said that while
she always appreciated her learning experiences with Stephanie, Kenny
would be her very own girl. Her first one.
"Just remember to treat her right," I said. "If she doesn't respect
you, the relationship you develop will have a poor foundation and will
likely collapse."
Anna nodded. Giggled slightly. "I can't believe I've got two girls in
the office now."
"Just one," I told her. "I don't think that environment is a good fit
for Stephanie. Besides, she's had a job offer."
6/
I found Stephanie in her swimsuit, lounging by the pool. A lot of the
guests had left, although some familiar faces were still lingering as
the sun finally started to set.
Timed lighting clicked on and the pool and surrounding patio looked
fantastic. I watched as Kelsey and Eve frolicked like children and
splashed in the water.
Despite everything that had happened inside, the party had been a good
thing.
I draped a bath towel over Stephanie. "You'll catch a chill."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Just Brianna for this evening," I assured her. "I think our game is
over."
She looked at me, sad, as we sat by the pool drinking cocktails.
"I'm proud of you," I told her. "Some girls don't know when to
stop.......Don't know themselves.....It can lead to all kinds of
damage."
"I just wasn't sure," Stephanie said. "It scares me. Even if I want
it, I don't think I'm ready."
"Then, for now at least, enjoy the fantasy. That can be fun, too. We
have all the time in the world."
"But I thought you said our game is over?"
"This began when you stole from me," I said. "At first I wanted to
have some fun with you, punish you even, but the longer we played the
more I realised we were helping each other."
"How have I helped you?" she asked.
"Come on, Stephanie. You're not blind. I wasn't in a good place before
we met, and I probably took advantage of you a little," I hesitated.
"But I think you liked that."
She smiled shyly.
"But now you are free," I continued. "This is a pretty big crossroads
you are at. You can go back to being Steve, or continue on as
Stephanie. You might try to find a balance between them both. You can
stay with me or move on."
"Do you think I'm a real woman?" she asked. "Or just......Mixed up?"
"You have to discover that yourself," I told her. "That's got nothing
to do with sex or being a slut or the games we've played. You need to
look inside and study your heart and soul. Only you'll ever know the
true answer to those questions. And if you are a woman, you might
transition. Or you might be happy as you are. But live your truth and
be happy."
I held her hand.
"I'm here to help if you need me," I told her, "but for now, your
first choice is whether you stay here or not. You are welcome. But,
after all you've been through, I understand if you want to move on.
And even if you stay and remain my maid, an interesting job
opportunity has come up."
I explained the proposal Kelsey and I had come up with.
"But I can remain here and work for you, too? We can continue?" she
asked.
"Yes," I told her. "You might be surprised, but I consider you a very
dear friend, Stephanie."
We held hands for a moment.
"Can I take the night to decide?" Stephanie asked.
"Of course," I assured her.
I knew where her heart was. I was sure she would go to work with
Kelsey, who had always been a friend and supportive when she first
found Stephanie dressed. The only question was if she would remain
here or not.
I smiled as a face I had been waiting to see all day blocked the last
of the sun.
"Sorry I'm late," Deborah said, an aura of light around her. My angel.
"You're just on time," I told her, and stood to kiss her. I looked
down at Stephanie. "Think about what I said."
7/
The next morning I woke early.
I set up at the large window overlooking the pool and began to answer
several emails. But it was difficult to work. I couldn't take my eyes
off the beautiful, young woman in my bed. Her nose twitched as she
snored slightly and I stifled my laughter so as not to wake her.
How lucky was I?
I looked out of the window and considered the forest beyond my
property. For so long it had been a sanctuary, but now I hoped it
would be a place of discovery for my love.......Sweet, sweet Deborah.
We could explore it together and I would see the world anew.
As I watched, Stephanie emerged from the ground floor in her maid
uniform, preparing breakfast on the pool-side patio in the morning
sun.
She spotted me watching, offered a slight curtsy and smiled happily.
For now, she would be remaining.
I nodded and smiled, before returning to bed.
I lazily woke Deborah with my finger. She moaned and turned, her arms
wrapping me in a comforting embrace.
"I love you," she whispered.
I whispered in her ear and she laughed as we started to play. She was
vibrant and energetic, and I didn't know how I would ever keep pace
with her. But I would give it my best shot.
It was Stephanie who brought me back into the world, and became my
unexpected friend, but it was Deborah who taught me how to live again,
and how to love.
THE END
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AFTERWORD
Thank you all for reading. And thank you to Kirsten, for posting this
on my behalf.
MB xx
A NOTE FROM KIRSTEN
I'm not sure where else to do this, so here goes. Fifty seems like a
good number to stop at. And this a good story to finish on. I've
enjoyed sharing my stories and hearing from a lot of you. I've tried
to create some interactive experiences as well as sharing my truth and
fantasies. I appreciate every one of you who has taken the time to
read and taken part.
When I first joined the Fictionmania community, one person made
assumptions about me that were far off the mark. She's reared her head
again recently with feedback that challenges me personally rather than
my writing. I've shared with a friend how frustrating this is
becoming.
Now I've received an email from her that simply reads: Proof up that
your Jo Cross tales are actually autobiographical. Send me a selfie of
your hair and with your salon nails holding a Kirsten sign and I'll
retract my comments
For the record, I have never asked for a retraction of her comments
(Jo said to check them when she heard of the email). I've learned not
to care less about them over the years. But this email reads a lot
like blackmail to me, something I never thought I would encounter in
such a friendly community. Blackmail is an ugly concept I won't be a
victim of. It's also an ideal I find quite disgusting; to tell
somebody to do something against their will with a pretence in mind.
Bottom line: I don't particular care for the email.
Also for the record and contrary to the implications she has written:
I am happily married with a gorgeous wife who is supportive and
encouraging of my cross-dressing. I have a wonderful son who I am
incredibly protective of. Like us all, I have fantasies, and ---
unlike some --- I've been lucky enough to live several of mine in the
past and the present.
However, I acknowledge that not everything I have written is true when
I have tagged it as 'Autobiographical' as Fictionmania states that
only elements need to be. So, in these tales, there have been elements
of truth (including some of those that might be perceived as fantasy),
and sometimes elements of desire yet to be fulfilled.
I live a good life with a good heart, and I don't question those who
may appear different. I am open and wear my heart on my sleeve.
I consider this email an invasion of both my privacy and that of my
family; and also a personal affront. I opened this door in the Jo
Cross stories for a little role-playing fun if anybody was inclined,
but not for somebody to demand my picture for their own reasons. It
seems a petty attempt to obtain a picture, from a small mind with no
real understanding of the person she's communicating with. As I said,
and as people who know me are aware, I'm very protective of my son
regarding my dressing and submissiveness.......I don't send my
pictures out to complete strangers.
There's more I can say. I particularly loved her 'pimping for ideas'
suggestion when Jo Cross was just a fun concept inspired by a few
things happening right now, and the fact that she seems to believe she
has a copyright on feminine ideals and traits, and the fantasies they
may breed. Read my stories and her feedback to understand that one.
And I absolutely love the way she believes all she writes to be
accurate and true, imposing those beliefs on others......When she
doesn't actually know the person she is writing about.
But, to be honest, I'd rather not waste my thoughts on her. Yet she
keeps popping up, so instead, I'll walk away because she's sucking the
fun out of writing and sharing my work.
I'm sure she'll continue to be a troll here (and there may be those
who are happy to hear from her), but she'll no longer be my troll.
I think I've written some pretty original and unique stuff here, and
some that didn't quite hit the target. I know that while my writing
has not been to everyone's tastes (and to some of you I have chatted,
because I consider myself responsible for my work), a lot of you have
enjoyed what I've offered.
In a few days I'll be asking the helpful Fictionmania volunteers to
pull my work. I've read it is a long-winded process, and I have no
idea how long that is. So if you enjoy my work, take another look
before it is gone.
I wanted to provide closure on 'Brianna's Game' for those who are
enjoying it. I think it worked out well.
Forgive me, but the Jo Cross stories could have run and run (shame
they won't) and I don't feel any obligation to wrap them up because I
never had an endgame. I was going with the flow of what Jo wanted to
do, and what you were suggesting, and had no idea what would happen
next. Still don't. For your part, you good folks were pushing that
story --- and us --- in certain directions, so only you know what
would have happened, I guess...........I just had the fun of taking
part in a few of the things you suggested.........
I'll also be closing any email accounts I have associated with
Fictionmania soon, so if you wish to continue to be in touch, or want
to get in touch with me, let me know so I can give you an alternative
email address.
I act on impulse and this may not be the right reaction, or an over-
reaction, but I have to trust my instincts.
Thank you all for reading and for all your comments, whether they have
been positive or negative --- but not those that have been personal
challenges about who I am.
This is me. Take care.
Kirsten
PS: I guess instead of eloquently saying thanks and goodbye here, I
could have just used the comments/feedback section of one of my
stories to say something like 'Screw you, Rowena, you pseudo-
intellectual, presumptuous.............'
But I'm not that kind of girl.
'.........bitch.'
Whoops. Maybe I can be if the occasion calls for it.
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