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Maid To Order Mr. Carstairs shuffled to the door and managed to stand fully upright in order to hug and "air kiss" his wife goodbye for the day. "Now honey, remember what the doctor said," she reminded him. "Keep taking your heart medications and try to keep calm. Remember your blood meds too!" she chided him as she stepped out the door and off into her Porsche. "Don't worry, dear, I won't forget!" he promised as she sped away. Mr. Carstairs then shuffled himself over to his favorite overstuffed chair in the living room and let himself fall back into it. He heaved a heavy sigh and then picked up the little bell from the small table next to the chair. A bit of ringing and soon enough in came the maid that Mrs. Carstairs had insisted he employ. "The house needs keeping up my dear and why not have someone who's pretty do it for us?" she'd told him. "Someone pretty?" thought Mr. Carstairs. "Hah! Pretty and sexy and seductive and sexually insatiable AND a Tgirl to boot!" he'd laughed to himself. The maid minced quickly over to Mr. Carstairs and did a nice deep curtsey to him. "Yeth Thir?" she lisped. She had yet to master speaking properly around the new piercing Mrs. Carstairs insisted be emplaced in the Tgirl's tongue. The resulting lisp was something Mrs. Carstairs knew her husband would find irresistible. And the woman was right. He also found the sensation of that piercing flicking over his cock irresistible. As irresistible as Mrs. Carstairs found its flicking over her clit. Though the later didn't happen nearly as often as either Mr. Carstairs or the maid, Collette, wished it would. "Ah, Collette. Good girl. Mrs. Carstairs is off to her time at the Club this afternoon so, you know what that means?" he asked with a leer. "Ooo... yeth Mither Carthstairs! That I should turn down thhe bed!" Collette answered in her sweetly feminized voice and lisp. "Yes, that's right you little minx! First though, help me up from this chair," he ordered his servant. Collette did just that, handing Mr. Carstairs his cane once he was on his feet. He shooed her off to the bedroom with a nice feeble swat on her ass and then shuffled himself after her. It took him some time to shuffle himself up the stairs and then on to the master bedroom. Entering the hallway he found that Collette had indeed turned down the bed covers and was waiting demurely standing at the foot of the bed. Seeing her Master approach she perked up and minced out of the bedroom and into the hallway toward him. Once they both were fully inside the hallway, Mr. Carstairs straightened himself up fully. No more hunching. He then leaned the cane against the wall and popped open one of the cabinets mounted along the walls of the hallway and began manipulating the screen of a small tablet computer on one of the shelves in that cabinet. Collette was by his side and running her hands along Mr. Carstairs body - paying particular attention to his firm ass and hardening cock. He leaned over and quickly kissed the mincing and eager Tgirl as he continued working the screen of the tablet. "Just a minute you little slut," he said, warmly, to the girl doing her best to arouse him. "Let me just activate the file here... and reroute the feed from there.... and... ooo... you are hungry for my cock!" He laughed as Collette's eager fingers had opened his housecoat and slipped through his pajamas to begin fondling his cock and balls. "And... a click here... and turning the override on... now!" he said with satisfaction as he turned his attentions away from the tablet's screen and fully on to the hungry Tgirl cocksucker before him. He grasped her face with both hands and passionately kissed her deeply as she peeled off his housecoat and then helped him shed his pajama bottoms. He was kissing her and moving her toward the bed and stepping out of those pajamas. No shuffling involved. Finally reaching the bedside, he broke his kissing of his Tgirl slut maid and pushed the little minx back onto the bed. She fell back with little yelp and big smile as he shrugged out of his pajama top. Yes, Mr. Carstairs was clearly a man of some age and was not nearly as firm as he'd once been. His heart however, was quite fine. Thank you very much. So too was his blood pressure. His quite hard cock was proof enough of that as the Tgirl maid quickly rolled herself around to press her face onto it and onto his balls. Mr. Carstairs smiled down at his Tgirl maid and once again felt the satisfaction of winning yet again. That this time his winning meant he saved his own life just added to the glory of the victory. George Wilson Carstairs the Third hadn't amassed his fortune by being stupid. He knew that Leslie, his current wife, was a gold digger but he didn't mind it that much. The sex had been really good and she was really attentive. At least initially. When she thought she'd had him tightly enough wrapped around her fingers - and well enough pussy whipped - her attention then waned and her manipulations increased. George had a hunch that Leslie was trying to find some way around the prenup. So, after a particularly grueling time at the office in which he'd burnt the Midnight oil for too many weeks in a row to beat out one of his corporate competitors - which, of course, beat out he did - George decided to test his "loving and devoted" wife. He feigned some chest pains and shortness of breath. Not an actual heart attack but enough to give any sane man concerns. He then had his doctor declare that George had a heart condition and a blood pressure problem. Leslie seized upon it and insisted George go to her doctor - and not his own doctor - to get "truly" checked out. Sure enough, the new guy diagnosed George with a major heart problem and severely high blood pressure. And he'd prescribed a drug regimen to treat it. George knew then that Leslie was set on killing him. He'd turned to several of the private detective agencies he'd used over the years and set them loose. In short order he learned that Leslie's doctor - "Doctor" Warren Brown - was an unlicensed quack if not an outright grifter. And he learned that the meds the "doctor" prescribed would have killed him. Oh, they were medications that could legitimately be used to treat a heart condition or a high blood pressure one - but not together. Taking them together would essentially destroy his heart, fry his liver and ruin his kidneys. He'd swapped out the meds Leslie had prescribed and replaced them with sugar pills he'd had made up to match them. She was none the wiser even as she would stand there to make sure he took his medications like a good little boy. What clinched things with Leslie was after he'd set one of those privates eyes to bugging the "doctor's" office. Thoroughly illegal and thus nothing that came from it could've been used in court. But when the P.I. played the video to George of Leslie screaming at the "doctor" that George was "still alive despite all those pills you told me to give him!" That's when he knew he had to act. It would take some time to get legal evidence against Leslie but George was a patient man when he needed to be. Thrown into this mix was the arrival of Collette. For months by then Leslie had stopped having sex with George. "Doctor's orders, honey. You don't want me to kill, do you?" she'd say to him as she danced away from his grasp. But as George hadn't fallen over dead by that time, Leslie decided to try something else. She still wanted George dead but now she decided to "outsource" the work. And thus was created the perfect transwoman fucktoy for George to rut himself into the grave with. George almost had a heart attack, in fact, when Leslie first unveiled her "gift" of the "sissy maid" to him. George and Leslie had shared enough kinky times together at all the events they'd attended for her to know exactly what sort of little Tgirl turned George's crank. And she had spent no small amount of her own money to have one created for him. What stood before George that day was literally a "made to order maid." Leslie had paid for the final round of surgeries that'd left Collette with her perfect tits. The previous breast augmentation surgery the girl had done for herself was... okay... but the new set of tits were a thing of perfection. Leslie had also had a bit more cosmetic work done on the girl. A nip here, a tuck there, some collagen added, two ribs removed - just the minor stuff. What Leslie introduced to him that day was like one of his wet dreams come to life. The girl was tall and willowy just like George liked. She had a dynamite figure and truly gorgeous breasts. Her face was as pretty as the best plastic surgeons could make it. Her voice was sweet and soft. And best of all, for George at least, was that Collette was a Tgirl! And even better, thanks to all the hormones she'd taken over the years that had left her well and truly neutered, her sweet little cock was just a beautifully small and beautifully soft adornment between her legs. When Leslie had ordered Collette to lift her dainty skirt up to reveal herself to him, George thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Especially when he learned that the new girl was a deeply, deeply kinky individual with a submissive streak a mile wide. For Collette, her employment by the Carstairs was a dream come true. She was to be the sexy submissive to a dominant and kinky older couple. She'd be the kept sex kitten for both a red hot mature woman but also the sex toy for her handsome silver haired husband. The thought had made Collette's panties wet with precum when she'd learned of it. And that the Mistress of the household wanted to pay for the surgeries to make Collette the perfect vison of her husband's fantasy "sissy" submissive sexuality? Yes, she jumped at the chance. And gave up the life of doing porn and turning tricks with her clients. If George was ever disappointed that Collette couldn't get hard anymore he hid it well and never let it slow him down when it came to ravishing the "sissy" maid. And ravish her he did. She loved that. He would bend her over, pop out the plug he insisted she wear all the times, and mount her. She loved how he possessed her when he did that. She loved how he took her so rampantly and not at all like how Mistress Leslie had warned her to expect. It also perplexed her that the only place that George would take her in such a feeble manner was in their bedroom. Elsewhere in the household he'd nail her like the bitch in heat she was and like he was some stud a third his age. She loved that. But in the bedroom he'd slowly shuffle after her, she'd have to slowly undress him and help him move 'round the bed. And he was never atop her in that bed. Instead, he'd feebly lay on his back and have her ride up and down on his cock. Even then, he'd have her stop every so often so that he could "catch his breath." She didn't know if this was some sort of "age play" he liked doing where he played the part of a geriatric old man and she the Lolita but so long as it kept him happy, kept Leslie happy, and so long as the rampant and virile George fucked her lights out in the rest of the house, she could deal with it. For George's part he was just making sure there was enough recorded footage of his being that near death guy with blood pressure too high and a heart too weak whenever he was within view of the many cameras he knew Leslie had set up as part of the house's security system. The hallways and alcoves and corners where he nailed his little "sissy bitch" weren't ones where the cameras had view to. And Leslie's cameras in the bedroom and elsewhere thus only recorded what he wanted them to. It was some months after Collette had arrived before George was sure he could trust her and it was all due to those medications. She'd come to him one afternoon when Leslie was off getting nailed by her favorite masseuse at the country club. Collette was clearly anguished over what she had to tell him and it took some adamance on the girl's part to get George to actually pay attention to her and take seriously what it was she had to tell him. Though the way he kept playing with her oh-so- sensitive nipples was as immensely pleasurable to the sissy maid as it was distracting. "No, seriousthhly!" she said, trying get her lisp under control. If she wasn't being distracted it was much easier for her to not lisp but George had figured exactly where all his maid's "happy buttons" were and could play her like the fine sexual instrument she was made into. Played so well the girl would descend into a lisping puddle of sissy sexual bliss in the process - turning on George to no end as well. That afternoon, she eventually had to take hold of her Master's hands to keep them off of her aching nipples. "Shtop! Pleasthe! Lishthen to me! Thseriousthly!" she said, her frustration clear evident even to George despite how hard his cock was by then. He was quite surprised by Collette's refusal. Usually he could tweak those nipples easily enough until she'd melt in his hands and happily bend to his will. Her batting away his hands must've meant it was important indeed for him to stop and listen to what the pretty maid had to tell him. She took a breath and composed herself, trying to think of something else - anything else, really - other than how hard his cock was as she sat in his lap and how much she wanted that cock inside her. But, it was important to her, so, focus she did. She turned and picked up the two bottles of pills she'd taken out of the medicine cabinet. "Itths thhees medicinthes, they wrong!" She quickly got out before George could get to her nipples again. "I know, dear. I have to take my medicine for my heart and for my blood pressure. Two pills a day, each, once in the morning and..." he reassured her and began reaching for her lovely, lovely nipples again. "No!" she said in frustration as she fended off his oh-so-strong fingers. "Thaths not it! Sthop that! Thhese medicineths are wrong. Thher bad for you. Togethher, thhat is. They'll really hurt you!" Collette's statement stopped George cold. She was absolutely sincere and completely earnest in what she was trying to tell him. He'd "read" enough people to know that the "sissy fucktoy" who would otherwise be happily squirming on his lap was, instead, genuinely concerned for him and for his health. Cautiously, he replied, "What do you mean that these medicines are bad for me? This one," he said pointing to the pill bottle in her left hand, "is for my heart condition. And these," pointing to the bottle in her right hand, "are for my high blood pressure." "Yesth! Thhats right, they each are!" She swallowed, took another breath and composed herself more. "But taken together they interact badly withhin your system. In patients taking these two compounds together there is a significant damage to their livers in over forty percent of the group surveyed." George could practically see the medical report she was quoting from, her words were that precise and clear. His lovely "sissy fucktoy" continued, "In forty eight percent of the patients there's also significant damage to their kidneys and in seventeen percent there's damage to the heart valves as well," she said in a rush and without any lisping at all. George stopped and looked at his wonderful "sissy maid" and gauged her deeply. If Collette had been in on Leslie's murderous scheme she'd never have alerted him to how dangerous the meds were. And if she'd had her own angle on things then she'd have worked with Leslie to extract some advantage from her for remaining silent. No, the pretty piece of "sissy maid" fluff in his lap actually cared for him and was actually worried about his health. The swell of emotion in George was almost overwhelming. It had been a long, long time since he'd felt anyone care for him in such an open and genuine a fashion. He gently took the pill bottles out of her hands and set them aside. Then he wrapped his arms around his girl so very, very tightly and cradled her head next to his. He kissed her then, in a way he'd not kissed her before. It was in a tender fashion and not the usual lust filled passionate kisses she was used to feeling his lips upon hers with. She melted into his embrace and wrapped her arms around her Master in turn. The love they then made was no less passionate than how he'd taken her previously with but there was now a true emotional connection behind it. George realized then that he had to escalate his plans to corner his "loving and caring wife." He didn't immediately let Collette in on them as it would've been too much to expect so guileless a creature as her to maintain any secrets. He just eventually let on that Leslie's doctor had made a mistake and that he didn't want to hurt Leslie's feelings by pointing it out. When Colette was assured that George was not, in fact, destroying himself with those pills, she did accept his promises and happily followed his lead. When he felt secure enough in his trust of her, and when his plans had advanced enough, George let on why he'd been doing the "geriatric" act in the bedroom. Keeping Leslie convinced that Collette's sexual antics with George would "kill him any day now" had been essential to buy George the time he needed to "get the goods" on Leslie in an airtight and legal fashion. In the meantime, George had used his considerable skill with computers and electronics - he was a double major in computer science and electrical engineering after all - to subvert Leslie's little camera surveillance of their bedroom. He started wearing the same outfits each time he'd shuffled into the bedroom to lamely lay there as his "sissy fucktoy" did her best to extract a hard cock out of him without him dying on her. Insisting that Collette only wear the same style maid's uniform every day did cause the Tgirl to pout a bit. She had a wardrobe full of different maid's outfits and she well knew the effects they had on George. But, he'd been adamant and now he had plenty of indistinguishable footage to patch in so that Leslie would never be able to tell the difference. Once assured that his canned footage was securely overriding the actual surveillance feed is when the rampant and virile George would suddenly emerge and take his wonderful Tgirl with a gusto that left her breathless. And made her eyes roll up into her head as he drove her from one climax to the next. So it was that Collette found herself on her back on that bed with her head dangling off the edge of the mattress as George ground his heavy balls all across his happy Tgirl's face. After the girl had sufficiently lathered them with her worship - and after he'd driven her wild with his manly scent - he pulled himself back a bit so that he could line up his nice hard cock with her nicely puffed up and lipstick tattooed lips. The angle was near perfect for the willing girl to do her sword swallowing trick until George's heavy balls were once again on her face and his scent was once again filling her nostrils. She loved being a "sissy" and she loved being George's "sissy" even more. Especially as he then leaned forward and hooked his thumbs under Collette's panties. She arched herself up and brought her nylon encased legs together to help George glide those panties off of her. Then she began running her hands over George's ass cheeks as she eagerly anticipated what was coming next. Sure enough, George bent over his willing girl and brought his lips onto her wonderfully soft and diminished little Tgirl penis. It was already covered with all the watery precum she'd oozed in her excitement at his being about to take her again. And when his lips engulfed her little "sissy clitty" she was in bliss. She loved the way George suckled on her soft little penis. He wasn't trying to suck her cock for that was something she no longer had. Men had cocks. "Shemales" had cocks. Collette was a "sissy." A happy, sexy, submissive fucktoy "sissy." And sissies don't have cocks. They had nicely soft penises, at least, and wonderfully limp "sissy clitties" if they were lucky. And the way George was suckling and licking and swirling his tongue around Collette's little clitty made her the luckiest Tgirl in the entire world at that moment. She mewed her pleasure at his engulfing her little "sissy stick" even as she was engulfing his rampant thick cock in her mouth. It was such a perverse thing. Sissies don't get their little clitties sucked. Sissies are the ones who do the sucking - the sucking of actual, hard, true cocks. She'd always hated when the "tranny chasers" only wanted to go down on her so that they could feed their cock sucking desires. It was part of the reason she didn't really regret being castrated. One of her previous mistresses had really botched things with the hormones she'd been giving Collette and that wound up frying her testes so badly that it was actually a healthier thing for her to have had them surgically removed. Being ball-less did help her body blossom in more feminine ways and it did give her an advantage in some of the porn she'd done. That porn had paid for the rest of the work she had done on her. But it also quickly meant that hardons were well nigh impossible for her and for that, she was grateful. A hard cock, even on a sissy, meant that there'd be those who expected her to fuck them with it. They'd expect her to be the active one in play. To be dominant, even if in just some slight way. And she hated that. She didn't want to be in control. She wanted to be controlled. And her nicely limp little willie was perfect for ensuring that. She'd asked George about all that. One day after they both managed to fuck each other out to the point where his cock wasn't immediately hard for her and where her "itch" for more of that cock had been sated for the moment. His explanation had thrilled her and made her even more devoted to him. "Why do I like using my tongue on your little clitty?" he'd responded to her questioning. "Well, first off, I'm your Master. So, if I want to do something with you then that's what I'll do. Your job is to submit to your Master and to his desires," he replied, smacking her ass cheek in emphasis. "You've seen how I've taken those hot stud boytoys I'll occasionally have around and string 'em up, set those clothespins all over 'em, make 'em writhe with the pain, and then pull up a pillow in front of 'em so that I can comfortably sit down and suck on their nice and hard cocks. That was hot for you to watch, wasn't it, girl?" he'd asked as he nuzzled her bared throat and gently stroked her nipples. "Getting those boytoys to their edge, keeping 'em there, and then finally getting them to cum as I pop off the last of those clothespins is something I enjoy. I like the way their hard cocks spasm in my mouth as I snap off each clothespin and there's a little zing of pain from each one. Enough of that and their pumping their cum into my mouth where I get to savor it. Yet, even though I'm the one doing the cocksucking I'm still the one very much in charge. Aren't I, girl?" he asked, tweaking her nipple. "But, more to the point," he said, shifting her around so that she was now facing him and such that he could pause and kiss her some more, "I do it because I like pleasing you. I know you don't want your dick sucked. And I know you can't get hard anymore. And that's fine. If I want a hard cock to suck then I'll easily get some stud in here for that. But when I'm with you that's not what I want. I love how soft your little penis is. I love how I can make you squirm and sigh as I swirl my tongue around it. I love how your precum tastes. I also love how my putting my mouth all over your little peeny gets you all turned on and happy and warmed up for me." "It's about the same reason I always lick a woman's pussy and pay such attention to her clit. You're a woman to me and your little "sissy stick" is just an overgrown clit now. So, it's the same thing. I go down on you and lick and suckle and swirl my tongue around that clit until you can't stand it. And then I keep going until I make you squirt. Your my girl. I like making you happy. That's what a gentleman should do with his girl. Right?" he asked, kissing his girl gently. Collette was almost in tears at his words she was so happy. "Finally!" she thought. "A man who truly 'gets it' and who truly understands why I'm a sissy!" She bounced up and wrapped her arms around George as she tried smothering him with her kisses. Even though they'd just concluded a truly wonderful marathon fucking session that had left them near exhausted, both Master and his Tgirl somehow found the energy to start up all over again. At the end of which, he was a very happy and truly exhausted man while his "sissy girl" was content like she'd never been as she snuggled herself into his arms. George wasn't thinking of that particular conversation as he engulfed Collette's beautifully soft shaft with his mouth. Instead, he just focused on how much he truly enjoyed having his lips wrapped around his girl's pretty little clitty. It was so soft and sweet and its watery precum tasted delicious to him. He savored the feel of her soft and smooth skin against his face as his tongue on that clitty made her writhe so happily. The silkiness of her nylons and the way that clitty was so nicely framed by the garter belt all just added to it. He could've stayed there, happily swirling his tongue on that shrunken penis until he'd made his girl squirt but George had other plans that afternoon. So, eventually, and despite how wonderful her little clitty felt in his mouth and how awesome a job his girl was doing worshiping his cock, he had to stop. Stop lest she drive him over the edge with that wicked tongue of hers. She might not have mastered speaking around the piercings his wife had set into that tongue but she certainly had mastered using those piercings around his cock to drive him wild. Collette mewed her disappointment as her Master pulled his thick cock from her mouth and moved out of reach from her hungry lips. "Turn around you sweet little bitch!" he commanded his girl. Collette squealed happily and quickly began shifting herself on the bed to bring her lovely pert ass around to her Master. George assisted her by firmly taking hold of her ankles and hauling her around on the mattress as well. Soon enough he had the lovely girl right where they both wanted her to be - with her ass just barely hanging over the side of the bed and her legs up such that Collette's rosebud was perfectly aligned with her Master's hard cock. Letting go of one of her ankles, George quickly plucked the plug from Collette's ass and then pressed home his shaft into her now empty "sissy pussy." He mounted her in long smooth thrust as he leaned forward and began kissing his happy Tgirl maid. Letting go of her ankles he brought his hands to her nipples and to her nicely wet sissy stick. With one hand he began tweaking her oh-so- sensitive nipples while with the other hand he began softly rolling her limp penis between his fingers. The sensations were immensely pleasurable for the girl. Her nipples were just two big wonderful happy buttons for her and she could cum from having them played with just by themselves. The way he was rolling her sissy stick sent even more ripples of pleasure through her. He wasn't at all using her penis as an actual cock that he was attempting to jerk off. Instead, he was dragging his fingers along its length like it was an overgrown clit. It was his cock grinding away inside her however, that truly drove her wild with pleasure. As his touch was pleasuring his girl, his tongue was relentlessly dominating her mouth. She loved being kissed that way and eagerly welcomed her Master's tongue with her own. His passionate kissing of his girl while he tweaked her nipples and rolled her wonderfully limp penis all soon had their effect and Collette felt another climax building within her. Feeling his sweet maid's approaching climax, George redoubled his efforts at pleasuring his girl. He ground his cock into her in such a way as to ensure it pushed over her prostate and that sent sparks of bliss throughout her body. In short order, his lovely girl was whimpering in pleasure as her climax spasmed throughout her frame. George loved making his girl cum. He took his hands off of her nipples and clitty and wrapped them around her lithe body so that he could hold her close while the climax was still echoing through her. His grinding of his shaft never ceased however. And nor did his wonderful kisses upon her willing lips. As that climax spent itself in her, George slowly released the Tgirl from his grip, drew himself away from those pillow-like lips, and stood himself fully upright at the edge of the bed - his cock still buried balls deep inside his girl. He smiled down at the blissful girl. George then began to slowly and sensuously removed the girl's stilettos. He drew the process out and that made her mew with pleasure at his touch and his teasing. Finally free of their sexy high heeled shoes, George thus had access to the girl's pretty toes and their shiny nail polish. Even through her Cuban heeled nylons George began to suck and lick on those toes. The pleasure of this set his girl afire once more and she squirmed happily on George's cock as he suckled and licked each of her toes like he'd so recently suckled and licked her sweetly soft sissy clit. The sensations made her whimper with pleasure and rock her hips onto George's cock. "Um... so sweet..." George murmured as he lavished his tongue on his girl's toes. He liked how the nylons felt around those toes and how wet they stayed after he'd suckled on them enough. He also knew it drove his girl wild and liked doing that as often as he could. For her part, Collette had found her sissy clitty with one hand while the other was happily pulling at one of her thick and distended nipples. She was writhing underneath George and thrilling to be so well attended to by her Master. When George had properly lavished all of his girl's toes he popped the last one out of his mouth, brought both her legs together and began to piston into her sissy pussy. His quick, forceful penetrations of her ass with his cock began to enflame the feminized girl even further. Deftly holding the girl's legs together, he rolled her hips to one side as he leaned forward again and brought his lips to hers once more. She arched herself up to meet his kisses as his driving cock soon pushed her to another climax. Without waiting for her orgasm to even half way settle through, George pulled himself fully out of his girl and commanded her to "get into position." Collette rolled over and scrambled up into the middle of the bed and arched her shapely sissy ass off the mattress for George to slide a pillow under it. Quickly, George was upon her once more and had sunk his cock fully into the girl's willing and hungry hole. George gathered his girl's wrists in his hands and pushed them up above her head as he drove himself into her, fully. Collette was now forcibly spread out, completely impaled, and tightly held down by her Master as he ravished her with his kisses. She loved it and wrapped her legs around George's torso, welcoming her Master's pounding thrusts. Collette was cooing and mewing her pleasure as her Master drove her to yet another climax. With one hand holding both the girl's wrists above her head and pinned to the mattress, George used his other hand to alternate between tweaking the girl's nipples, rolling her oversized clit, or grasping the girl's face and holding her in place for his kisses as he pounded her sissy ass. He too was getting close. His girl turned him on that much and well knew how to please her Master. As his climax came irresistibly upon him, George released his grasp on his girl's wrists and braced himself above her with both his hands on the mattress. "Freed" from his grasp, Collette began running her hands along her Master's body and tweaking his nipples as well. George loved that too. She also began flexing her ass around her Master's cock in an attempt to milk his cum from it. She truly wanted to feel his cum inside her and the thought of his once again spending himself deep within her thus helped drive her over again. As their climaxes approached, George leaned down and once again began passionately kissing his girl. Their tongues twined together, the lovers shared their climaxes. Panting with lust and exertion, George let himself slump to one side. He could feel his load inside his girl and feel his girl's ass spasm around his cock as her climaxes echoed back and forth within her feminized body. The two lay there in each other's arms and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, Collette wormed herself over and atop her Master - his still firm cock still deep within the girl. Once atop her Master she began to slowly rock herself back and forth on it. Letting it slide along her insides and rub on that oh-so-wonderful spot inside her. As she ground herself on George's cock she began playing with her nipples and her heavy breasts putting on a show for her man as she did so. George began running his hands along her lithe frame and her soft skin. He brought his fingers up to her luscious lips and she suckled on them, wetting them thoroughly as he thrust them in and out of her mouth like they were a cock for her to worship. He then brought those wetted fingers down and encased her clitty in them, drawing them lightly along it. The gentle sensation on her clitty made the feminized creature moan with pleasure and writhe on her Master's cock with even more determination. As she was running her hands all over her body, across her breasts, along her hardened nipples and through her hair, George used his other hand to begin working her nipples again, alternating from one to the other. "That's it baby... that's it... ride your Master's cock... that's it... good girl... good girl," he purred at her. "Does my baby want to cum again?" he warmly asked his girl. "Oooo...." Collette mewed as she writhed so sexily atop her Master's cock. "Yes, Sir! I do, Sir. Your girl wants to cum again. Please Sir, may I come on your cock again? Please?" She asked, coquettishly biting her lower lip as she did so. George released his girl's cocklette from his fingers and gathered the girl's wrists in his hands once more, pressing them behind her. With his other hand he stopped tweaking the girl's nipples and instead began to lightly "spank" the girl's wonderful breasts. Mockingly, he asked his lovely, lovely girl: "Have you been a good maid for your Master?" he challenged as he lightly slapped each of her beautiful tits. Collette yelped with each slap and felt the zing of each impact just drive her closer and closer to that asked for climax. Collette thrilled to be under her Master's control this way and ground herself even harder onto his cock as she mewed her answer to his "fierce" interrogation. His spanking of her tits made her yelp and felt oh-so-wonderful as it drove her ever closer to cumming again. "Ooo.... Owww! Oooo... Owww! Ow!!" she yelped pleasurably. "Yes!! Ow! Yess!! Ow!! Ow!!! I have been good, Master! Ow!! Oww!!! Oww! I have been good! I have been good! Ow!! Master, please!!! Please may I cum! I've been good! Oww!" She exclaimed, happily as she bounced on her man's cock. "Well, a good sissy girl gets to cum," George said warmly, as he once again began to work the nipples of his sweet sissy maid. "And since you've been such a good girl for your Master then you've earned your climax. That's it girl... that's it. Feel how wonderful your nipples are as I play with them... Yes.... good girl. Feel how full your ass is with my cock. Good girl... Yes... and your little sissy stick is so wet and tingling isn't it? Wet with all that precum you've been dribbling. Yes... that's it girl... that's it. Cum for me. Cum for me... Yes.... good girl! Cum... Cum... Cum for me Collette. Cum..." And with that, Collette's nerves once again became awash with pleasure and bliss and ecstasy as her climax blossomed through her body. She bounced up and down on her Master's cock as he sharply twisted one her nipples and kept firm grasp of her wrists. She always came more deeply when there was an edge of pain to it and while his grasp held her in some place that way. She loved being his little fucktoy and personal slut. The climax having well and truly flowed throughout his girl, George released his grip on her nipple and on her wrists. He wrapped his arms around his girl and drew her down to him. She lavished him with her kisses. She was such a happy and content sissy maid in her Master's embrace. Some time later, as George relaxed enjoying a nice glass of some new and utterly obscure Malbec Collette had ordered for the house, and after having gotten both himself and his sissy maid showered clean, George's cellphone rang on the table next to him. Noting the number displayed, George smiled. It was a particularly predatory smile. "George Carstairs," he said in his professional tone. "Ah, yes. And how are you today, Detective Lieutenant?" he asked of the caller. "Good. Finally. Yes. Um, no, she should be still at the Glennfern. And it would be... inappropriate there, I think," George continued, digesting the information the police detective was telling him. "I would expect her back here at the house by about six. That's when she'd told our housekeeper to have her dinner ready. So... Yes... Indeed. That would be fine. Would you and your men like to join us for dinner beforehand? I can have Collette start the meal earlier. No? She's an excellent cook. Alright, perhaps some other time. Yes. Your cars can be around back. She'll just leave her Porsche out front. Certainly. At five thirty then. Excellent. Thank you again Lieutenant," George said with no small amount of satisfaction. He then quickly placed a call of his own. "Mitchel? Yes, they're ready. Can you be at the house by five thirty? She's due back here by six and five thirty is when the detective and two of his uniformed men will arrive. Excellent. Collette will have dinner ready by six and we'd love to have you stay for it. Excellent. Yes, that will be fine. See you then." George Carstairs finished the call and rose to dress, picking out an appropriate suit from his walk-in closet and ringing for Collette once again. The girl pouted but momentarily when he instructed her to switch into one of her "vanilla" maids outfits. It was more practical, it was certainly more appropriate in front of "mixed" company, but it just seemed so drab to the girl. It was however, what her Master had instructed her to wear and that made her happy enough as she minced off to comply. At five twenty five George Wilson Carstairs the Third was standing at the front entryway of his mansion being introduced to the two uniformed police officers Lieutenant Rodriquez had brought with him. They all then paused as Mitchell Orisaki, George's personal attorney, pulled up in his Lexus and came back to great the men after parking his car next to the Lieutenant's Ford and the officer's squad car around the side of the mansion. Pleasantries exchanged, the group moved into the house. After politely declining the offer of a meal or some wine to pass the time, George suggested that Collette show the two uniformed officers to the kitchen where she could at least fix them a sandwich or two while they all waited for Mrs. Carstairs to return from her massage appointment at the Club. Lieutenant Rodriquez used the time to fill in George and his attorney why it was they had come out to George's estate. "Yes, she decided to escalate the poisoning," the police detective lieutenant informed them. "We'd almost enough to file charges on the previous surveillance of 'Doctor' Brown's office. She met with him earlier today, before heading over to the Glennfern Country Club. In that meeting she instructed him to have a special mix of the heart medication composed that was one hundred times more than the legal dose. He may not have an actual medical license but he at least knows what that much would've done to your heart. That was actionable and we've got both of them on tape with it. He's already in custody. The DA is fully expecting him to roll and has him handcuffed to a desk in one of the Bellflower station's interrogation rooms," the young Lieutenant said conclusively. George nodded with a smile as his attorney was working through the ramifications. "Well, if it wasn't clear before, it is now. There's no way she can try weaseling out of this as it's somehow being a mistake in dosages or that she was misled by that fake doctor," he said to them both before turning to the Lieutenant. "She specifically asked Brown if this would kill my client?" the attorney asked. "Exactly that," the police detective said. "'Will this finally be enough to kill the bastard' she asked 'Dr.' Brown - no offense, Mr. Carstairs," the detective Lieutenant hastily added. "None taken Lieutenant Rodriquez. I appreciate your being personally involved in this case and ensuring it has been professionally and appropriately handled. Thank you again for being so understanding in affecting the arrest here at the house," George replied smoothly. George had ensured that all the surveillance cameras were running just fine, sound included, as he wanted as much recorded evidence of his "loving and caring" wife's being arrested as he could get. Even if it didn't make a difference in court, it would make for enjoyable replaying for himself later on. Shortly, they heard the sound of Leslie's return as she sped her Porsche through the front gate and up the driveway before bringing it to a quick halt in front of the entryway. Momentarily, she herself came through that entryway. Mrs. Leslie Carstairs was indeed a red hot mature woman. Tall, curves to die for, and gorgeous in a way that only a mature and confident woman can be. She just radiated a powerful, dominant personality and an incendiary sexual nature. She had a presence that both men and women found instantly attracting and arousing. It was no surprise that George had found the woman to be hellaciously enticing from the moment he'd laid eyes upon her. Which made her turning on him all the more regrettable to him. Leslie strolled in expecting to find her poor, sickened George next to death's door hunched over in his favorite chair with the little sissy maid mincing 'round him in her sexiest fetish French maid's outfit. Instead, she found George looking quite resplendent in one of his bespoke suits and looking rather hale and hearty too. She knew him well enough to recognize the signs of his just recently having sated himself with that sissy maid. Just as George knew his wife well enough to see the signs of her having sated herself with that masseuse at the Club. George smiled as he thought that would probably come to be the last time Leslie would have a cock inside her. Leslie was about as smart as she was beautiful so she quickly sensed that the initiative was no longer hers. George smiled another of his predatory smiles and greeted his "loving and caring" wife and then formally introduced her to the other two men in the room. She already knew the attorney, Mitchell, as she'd dealt with him before. It was a measure of just how skilled at personally manipulating people that her face didn't betray her as George introduced her to Lieutenant Detective Rodriquez. She smiled her perfect smile at him but George could see how barely in control Leslie was at that moment. Lieutenant Rodriquez wasted no time in announcing the charges and informing George's soon to be ex-wife that she was now under arrested for attempted murder, among other crimes. It was when the two uniformed officers appeared from the hallway behind Leslie that George noticed her shoulders droop. They drooped just a bit and only for a brief moment before she straightened herself up immediately. George didn't think anyone else but he had noted it for she'd recovered so quickly. She was that skilled. The look in her eyes however, was blazingly obvious to all in the room. George smiled again and was glad that looks could not, in fact, kill otherwise Leslie would've already slain him with hers. Collette, wisely, had stayed well out of the room though she was well within earshot of it. Leslie curtly acknowledged Lieutenant Rodriquez's statement and fumed even more visibly when he didn't back down when it came to her being cuffed. Clearly, the eager police lieutenant was ensuring the multi- billionaire Mr. Carstair's got a good show in having his wife, a woman of ill intentions, handcuffed before him and hauled away. This, even if the cuffing wasn't actually as necessary as the lieutenant made it out to be. Before they marched her off to the backseat of the squad car, Mitchell stepped forward and presented her with the divorce papers. Her hands now otherwise occupied, he just tucked them safely in her purse. After that, it was largely anti-climactic. The police already had what evidence they then needed. The charges would be processed and there'd be plenty of time for George to make his depositions before the trial. So the satisfied police Lieutenant soon joined his two uniformed officers driving off to the stationhouse to book Mrs. Carstair's. The dinner that night was an odd thing. Collette served both her Master and the attorney in her usual attentive - if non-sexual - style. And the meal was indeed very nicely done and tasty. George and his attorney chatted on as to the strategy for the next steps involved regarding Leslie. It was familiar enough ground as they'd previously been over it as they waited for the police to build their case against his murderous wife. A firm handshake sent the attorney off and driving back to end his day. Thereupon George turned his attention to finding his lovely maid. Walking back into his house he found his lovely maid wasn't there. In her place a vision of a feminine vixen dominatrix. Collette had changed out of her "vanilla" maid's outfit and now was wearing some hot little leather ensemble. She looked absolutely gorgeous in it and George just loved how the thigh high stiletto heeled boots looked on his girl's long and sexy legs. The leather skirt hugged her shapely ass like it was worshiping it. The fitted white blouse barely contained Collette's ample bosom and the girl had left it unbuttoned enough to reveal her substantial cleavage. George didn't even know his girl had such an outfit to begin with. And the little minx had even plucked one of Leslie's whips out from the downstairs playroom to complete her "dominatrix" outfit. In as commanding a tone as she could, Collette announced to her Master: "Well then, now that the charade iths over, ith's time for you to get back into full health again. And I'm here to 'whip you' into shape!" she declared, as she popped the whip and struck a haughty pose at him. George Wilson Carstairs the Third smiled even more widely. "His made to order maid was now going to order him around?" he thought to himself. In a flash, Dominatrix Collette found herself over George's knees, her skirt hiked up, her fishnet clad legs flailing helplessly, and her cheeks reddening deeply as he spanked them soundly. Her yelps and cries and begging for mercy were thoroughly mixed in with her laughter and soon he too was laughing. Relenting his assault on his sissy girl's lovely ass, he soon found her up and wrapping herself around him. Her kisses and hugs were as relentless as his spanking had been and he succumbed to them quite happily. It was quite some time before either of them, sissy girl and her Master, managed to move themselves up to the bedroom. Not that this had limited their passion in any way. Thoroughly sated, for the moment at least, both lovers lay entwined with each other in that bed. The girl with her ass still stinging nicely and the Master with his hands still smarting, a bit, from how well he'd reddened his girl's lovely ass cheeks. She squirmed happily and attempted to squeeze herself closer to her man as he wrapped his arms around her more tightly. George Wilson Carstairs the Third was a happy man. He'd freed himself from the lethal machinations of a beautiful woman who wanted him dead and had, along the way, found the Tgirl of his dreams - a girl who had literally been made to order for him. Better still, was also that she was also a girl who he not only loved but also could trust with his life. He felt more secure holding that Tgirl than he'd felt in a long, long time. For her part, Collette felt happy, secure, appreciated, and cherished in her Master's embrace. She was indeed his maid to order. And she loved that.