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The Ex-Wife Adventure 36-38 ------------------------------ by Amelie Fortescue copyright c2020 Amelie Fortescue. 36. Jackdaw Cross Country "But, Mistress Barbara, aren't we in a 'Playtime break?" I asked as Sheila helped her to squeeze my arms into a Reverse Prayer position. "Strictly speaking - you are correct, Fifi, but you need practice ... You need to get used to having your arms constrained in what I concede is an uncomfortable position! I reckon that one hour per week increasing gradually will get you used to it ... And you have to admit Fifi needs her arms and hands during normal playtime." Her distorted logic was unarguable, so after my arms were tightly bound, I settled back on the couch with my wives aimlessly playing with my suspender straps, and the television drugging us into a torpor. Suddenly Barbara sprang to her feet. "Boobies!" she shouted, and we stared at her moment of insanity. "Boobies, Sheila ... Fifi could start to wear her new boobies!" Barbara exclaimed with a joyful grin, and after taking a moment, Sheila grinned and stood to dance with her as they echoed and re-echoed, "Boobies." I was helpless and in the care of two madwomen - Things looked bad for me. Barbara sat beside me and explained. "Fifi, darling, we have bought you some new - special - false boobies for you to wear." I nodded non-committedly. "How very exciting," I remarked dryly. "We want you to start wearing them now!" Sheila was so excited that I began to worry. Barbara and Sheila tore off my bra, and I gasped as my false boobs were removed and carelessly thrown into a corner. Barbara hastened to fetch a cardboard box, and Sheila gave my real breasts a very close shave with a ladies razor. "'Fraid all the hairs might be pulled out when we take them off again ..." Sheila apologised, and I began to worry again. "Dadaaa!" Barbara announced as she displayed the new boobs - one in each hand. I felt relieved - they did not seem too different from my old false boobs. When Sheila dived into the box and reappeared with mysterious bottles, my worries returned. "These are special glued-on boobs," Barbara began to explain. "They use a solvent-removable glue, and we have to remove them every fourteen days for five days." Sheila continued for her. "This tube provides the barrier layer that stops the glue from sticking to your nipples and your nipple rings." "Your 'actual' nipple rings!" Barbara giggled. "Not your new nipple rings!" She showed me that my new boobs already had nipple rings in the false nipples. With one wife sat on each side of me they painted my nipples and nipple rings with the barrier layer, and then they each selected a false boob and inverted it to paint the inside-out surface with the adhesive! And then one at a time they carefully placed each new boob exactly in place on my chest - restoring the boob shape as they did so. Barbara held the boobs in place as Sheila fetched my new bra from the box. Of course it was a peep-hole bra, and my new nipple rings protruded through it. One wife supported each boob for two minutes, and then they looked at each other and grinned. "Shall we demonstrate the special feature to Fifi now?" Barbara asked Sheila with an evil grin, and my worry status was increased. Sheila bounced with excitement, "Yes, I can't wait! I'll wet my knickers, if we don't!" "Fifi, get ready!" Barbara teased me before squeezing the false nipple really hard. I screamed with the unexpected pain in my real nipple. Sheila beamed and squeezed the other one, and I screamed again. "Whatever you're doing - stop it!" I demanded. "It's not playtime, you have to be nice to me!" The pains stopped as they released my false nipples. My wives grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Fifi. You're just so irresistible - How about having a special playtime now?" Barbara suggested. "You're so cute in your reverse prayer ... and your new peep-hole bra ... and your new nipples poking through with their gleaming rings flashing in the light ... You're simply crying out to be our sex-toy!" "Barbara, control yourself!" I demanded. "You're no fun!" Barbara replied mock-petulantly, and kissed my cheek. "You will be fun at the next playtime!" Sheila giggled. Barbara and Sheila cuddled me, and took turns explaining. "Your new boobs each have a receiver cone that fits over the nipple but is glued firmly to the aureole ..." "There's a special linkage from the cone to the false nipple ..." "Anything we do to the false nipple is transferred to your real nipple ..." "Pulling, twisting - and squeezing ..." "Electric - Heat - Cold - everything!" "Except for tickling ... I shall miss tickling you there!" Sheila concluded. I was appalled - speechless and appalled. "So you see, Fifi. You no longer need to be flat-chested when you are a pony girl!" My jaw sagged at the enormity of all the revelations - but I did get consoling hugs and kisses. - - - - I stood there patiently as they harnessed me to the cart. "Why do I have to be tied in Reverse Prayer?" I demanded petulantly, "I don't even understand why my arms should be bound at all!" Barbara inserted my bit gag and attached it to my bridle before she answered. "Fifi, my very favourite pony girl, 'Reverse Prayer' is the epitome of devotion in the pony racing world, and since ponies do NOT have arms - then neither should pony girls!" We were back in Jackdaw Wood. I had made the mistake of pointing out the huge waste of expense in making the wood private, and so Barbara had had a 'Brainwave.' Specialist contractors had worked to her instructions, and the wood was now a suitable training area for cross-country pony racing with the inclusion of obstacles, gradients, fords and bogs. The natural animal inhabitants were assumed to shun all racing. Sheila was given first go as my driver, and she quickly whipped me into a gallop. I had no way of reminding her that by convention, cross-country ponies were not to be whipped. Sheila dragged on the reins to halt me as we arrived at a signpost. The signpost had a serial number, and every arm had a different serial number. There had never been a signpost there before. The arms indicated the names and severities of the optional sections of the course. One option was normal track, and One was mud and bog, and the third was a steep hill. Sheila chose the steep hill, and pulled on the reins to steer me towards it. She halted me again, and scooted to stand in front of me with a concerned look on her face. "Fifi, are you Ok? I forgot about your new boobies ... Was the turn Ok?" she worried. I nodded and neighed reassuringly ... It was just as if the rein chains were directly attached to my real nipples. Against the rules of pony racing, she kissed me and then remounted the cart. She shook my reins and clicked her tongue and we went for the hill. The bottom part of the hill was Ok, but as it got steeper, I realised that the dew had made the surface too slippery to grip, and I stalled to a halt. Sheila dismounted and went ahead. I noted that Sheila needed to be told walking away and letting me follow was an 'instant disqualify'. The rules said that ponies could only move with a dismounted driver, if the driver had both hands on the cart or both in contact with the pony. I shook my head - Why was I worrying about pony racing rules? The steepest parts of the hill were cluttered by new stumps and root tangles - Every driver would need to dismount and help their pony up the steep section. Sheila was waiting for me at the top, and she climbed aboard when I halted for her. "The view up here is brilliant!" she shared with me as she shook my reins to restart me. The route now followed an old firebreak - badly maintained - overgrown by secondary growth and brambles and cluttered with fallen sticks and logs. Sheila relaxed the reins so that I could pick my own way through the tangle. I was grateful for the protection of the cross-country pony uniform, as briars whipped at my legs. Suddenly I stopped at a wall of nettles, which had grown right across the fire-break, and neighed to Sheila. The nettle cluster was chest high, but Sheila was impatient with me and shook my reins violently. "Walk on, Fifi!" she commanded. "If you tread down the nettles they won't reach into the cart at all. I had to tread- roll a path through the nettles, and danced as the nettles demanded their revenge above my stocking tops. "Nettle stings are supposed to be good for you!" Sheila shouted hilariously as we emerged. I neighed a weak reply, and Sheila shook the reins for more speed. - - - - With Sheila and Barbara taking turns we spent the entire day exploring the new cross country sections of the practice course. We stopped to eat at midday, and Barbara lifted the hem of my skirt to examine my wounds. "Sheila, did you collect any nettles to take home with us, they are great for punishing naughty maids! ... They stay fresh in the freezer for ages and ages." Sheila had taken pity on me and removed my feedbag to hand feed me with sandwiches. "I don't want you to fill up on the wrong sort of oats!" She winked significantly, and briefly lifted my front hem. "I have definitely 'pulled' that bird!" I mused to myself, and grinned wickedly as I chewed the cheesy sandwich. - - - - "I think Jackdaw Wood now offers a wide selection of good cross-country training circuits", Barbara announced as we returned home. I wasn't tied up in the horsebox this time, but was tied up and bit gagged sitting next to Sheila on the back seat. Sheila was enjoying kissing and toying with my helpless body, and I was enjoying Sheila enjoying playing with my helpless body - But that damned horse tail kept reminding me of its presence every time I was rolled around, by my tormentor. "I think I might invite the rivals to train there - as a courtesy to fellow enthusiasts!" Barbara decided just as Sheila finally stopped nibbling my ear, and made me jump as she bit it. "Careful, Fifi," she warned, "a sudden jerk might rip your earring out!" And she laughed as she invented a joke. "Do you get it, Fifi? If you rip your ear, you are a 'Sudden Jerk'!" She laughed again. "I'll have to do it through the association - otherwise I'll be putting lots of noses out of joint," Barbara mused in her own little world as she drove us all home. - - - - Barbara was officially notified following inspections by three committee members that Jackdaw Wood would receive approval as a pony training and exercise ground provided that the accommodation and paddock area were brought up to standard. "There is no accommodation area and paddock!" Sheila protested after Barbara read out her letter. "That's why they both need improving!" Barbara laughed. - - - - 37. Jackdaw Farm Before the age of agricultural machinery, it had been an active farm in its own right, but now it was a mere, unattended satellite for one of the big farms on Lord Fawcet's estate, and Barbara had managed to wangledthe entire farm as support infrastructure for the pony course. She was particularly pleased with the ancient stables and loose boxes that had survived wars and agriculture modernization surges. The farmhouse had long been abandoned - except for pigeons and spiders, but Barbara's enthusiasm was unstoppable, as she phoned roofers, glazers and all manner of men. Since Barbara was too busy organizing everything, Sheila and I were pressed as volunteers to clean . When Fifi the maid protested that her stilt heels would lame her as they skidded on the cobbled yard, Fifi the maid found herself wearing hoof boots instead. I made no further protests - suspecting that one of my wives would find other difficulties for me. I later overheard Barbara talking to a specialist paver about relaying the cobbles throughout the farm. The farm was on the main estate, but had its own unused gateway onto the public road, and was separated from Jackdaw wood by a single meadow that rose up a gentle incline towards the edge of the trees. - - - - "That meadow is ours as well, Fifi." Barbara had decided to tour her new domain by sulky. I nodded and neighed. Sheila was driving while Barbara kept checking her sketch map. "They've put a new 'Squash Gate' in the Jackdaw boundary fence. The start line can be strung out at this end of the meadow, and the gate will be the first pinch point," Barbara explained. "Hey, now you're talking about actual racing here, Barbara?" Sheila enquired. "Well ... I am simply bearing in mind the possibility that there could eventually be approval for it ..." she dodged. "We would need privacy all around the meadow as well as the farm - I have ordered cypress hedges, and started rumours of a vineyard for English wine. It's lucky the meadow slopes from the south upwards to the north." "Will everything here be on CCTV?" Sheila asked. She had seen cameras' installed at the farm. Yes, absolutely everything, but pony-related activities will be private records - The gamekeepers will use the cameras to help defeat poaching and trespassing at all other times." - - - - Once all the privacy precautions were complete, the next pony bulletin included the official opening announcement and the training schedule offered at the Jackdaw Training Circuit. The first weekend received only one application, but we were not dismayed ... until the weather report predicted foul weather for that entire weekend. It was Corinda's application, and despite the weather she still wanted to come. We all agreed to invite her and Georgina as our guests for the weekend as compensation. - - - - Corinda arrived at Barbara's house with her horsebox, and we waved a welcome as she leant across to her passenger seat and freed Georgina from her bonds. They skipped out of the car and hugged and kissed Sheila and Barbara, and then turned their gaze on me. As expected from a good maid, I curtsied and greeted them politely. "Good afternoon, Miss Corinda ... Good afternoon, Miss Georgina," I barely finished before Corinda grabbed me and kissed me, "You make an absolutely scrumptious maid, Fifi! ... I've tried to convert Georgina, but she ..." she trailed off. "Maybe ... if I offered the right price ...?" Corinda started speculatively, but was interrupted. "Fifi, is not for sale! ... At least - not yet!" Sheila asserted, and then grinned at me. "When we do sell Fifi, there will be one hell of bidding war! Eh, Fifi?" Barbara added to my discomfort. As I took their luggage from their car, and lugged it up to their room. Corinda ensured that she followed close behind me as I climbed the stairs. - I knew she was looking up my skirt, but she would only see the ruffles of my very short petticoats. "We were thinking of letting Frances meet you both, but Fifi is too useful to lose during a weekend!" Barbara made conversation as she sat on their bed and watched them unpack. Corinda knit her brows in response, and so Sheila explained about Fifi's dual personality. "So Fifi - er Frances is your boss during working hours! Wow, Fifi, I thought that I was the only real kink here. I even boss Georgina when I am her harnessed pony - she merely acts the part as my mistress - very realistic acting - sometimes I have angry red welts to prove it!" - - - - Corinda had expressed interest in the simulator, and so after breakfast we changed the rig to suit a pony-pair. Georgina was to be our driver. The track was just wide enough to accommodate the pair of us side-by- side. Corinda had never pulled as part of a pair, and she was hopeless until Georgina bound our adjacent ankles together - as per three-legged-racing. Slowly Corinda gained both confidence and skill, and we stayed synchronised as the training regime intensified. I could tell that Corinda was thoroughly enjoying herself, as Sheila finally interrupted to tell us that a picnic had been prepared in the lounge. Barbara led me away to shower and change, and Georgina led Corinda back to their suite after stroking her nose and giving her a sugar lump. When Corinda was ungagged she instructed Georgina to obtain information about acquiring a racing simulator for herself. "It's a custom-built unit, Corinda - Cost an 'arm-and-a-leg', very, very expensive!" Barbara warned her. "... But Georgina can photocopy the files whenever she wants." - - - - Corinda was being a nuisance - don't get me wrong - I liked Corinda a lot - and I thought she was sexy - just my type, but I was starting to get annoyed with her and trying very hard to suppress my annoyance. Corinda had moved on from swatting my backside whenever I passed her chair - She had moved on from continually asking me sweetly to fetch 'this or that' for her, and further encouraged by sniggers and giggles from my wives, she had seized me across her knees, and was doing her best to change the skin colour of my ass to a cherry red. "You really must let me rent Fifi, if you won't sell her to me!" Corinda demanded laughingly to my wives, who giggled foolishly in response. I suddenly twisted myself free from her restraining arm and half-rolled away across the carpet - and to my own surprise as well as for everybody else, I rolled onto my knees and my momentum allowed me to stand bolt upright in one smooth movement. "Break!" I announced. "Sheila ... Barbara, I know you are a little tipsy, but you are becoming really very silly indeed. Stop, giggling and listen to me! Corinda, you disappoint me on two counts - I want to be friends with you - we have much in common - You're the best harness mate, I've ever had - but you repay my offer of friendship by taking liberties with me, and treating me as a toy that can be borrowed, and discarded. And my two silly wives encourage you in your excesses. "Fifi exists as a submissive, erotic toy for the exclusive use of my two wives. "I am adamantly faithful to them, and I rather resent them throwing me on to you, Corinda. I am only human, and I Find you very attractive, but I seek only your friendship - Intimacy is reserved for my wives. "A little horseplay, and a little affection are perfectly acceptable between friends - enjoyable even - but let us all be aware of acceptable limits. "And, Corinda, your pursuit of Fifi, has deeply saddened Georgina, and caused her to quietly hate me. Georgina dotes on you Corinda, and you have been ignoring her. "She has always willingly gifted her submission to you, and yet you prefer to spank me instead of her! Shame on you Corinda - and shame on you Sheila and Barbara!" I turned to return to the kitchen, but was accosted by Georgina, who quickly pecked a kiss on my cheek, "I don't hate you, Fifi - not anymore anyway!" Corinda recovered from her amazement. "Wow, I suppose that was Frances, 'the bossy bitch' herself?" My wives nodded, and Georgina threw herself across Corinda'a knees. "Spank me, Mistress. I have harboured evil thoughts! ... and I must be punished!" "Yes, yes, my darling, but I really need a drink - How do I get a drink now?" Corinda asked - nervously looking towards the kitchen. "Easy!" replied Sheila. "Playtime!" shouted Barbara. "Fifi, we all need something strong to drink in here! I returned to the lounge with a large tray selection of spirits and fresh glasses. I curtsied as each lady took her fresh glass, and received her desired tipple. Georgina was still over Corinda's knees, so I knelt by her head and gave her glass to her. I then retired to the kitchen to have a stiff drink for myself. "Just like a light switch!" Corinda mused aloud, "One minute ready to battle all of us at once, and the next running about to satisfy our whims, Do you use drugs or hypnotism on her?" she enquired. "No, Corinda. Fifi, is Frances without the sharp edges - compliant and willing to submit to all sorts of games to please us, her wives," Barbara began. "We often bind and torture her to make her confess," Sheila continued. "She has to confess to everything she can think of ..." Barbara took over giggling. "And still we continue to torture her!" Sheila sighed reminiscing. "And then afterwards - when we have sex - It's absolutely mind-blowing!" Barbara concluded with a flourish "Mistress, please, force me to confess tonight!" Georgina implored Corinda, and all but Georgina laughed gently and patted Georgina's upraised bum. - - - - The last day of the training weekend - and the rain had eased. "Corinda, if it stays fine we can take you to see the course and the facilities! No racing in the wet, of course, and we only dare take the easy, hard- crust segments of the course, but you can see most of the off-road sections from various accessible viewpoints. You don't have to go ... but it's probably more healthy than sitting around and pickling our livers!" Barbara finished. "Yes, I'd like that! ... Er ... Do you think Fifi would pair with me?" Corinda enquired tentatively. "Fifi would love to pair with you - You heard her - Fifi wants to be your friend! Don't be put off by the Frances episode! Fifi is back to her old self again." "We punished Fifi before bedtime, and I believe our sex was even noisier than yours!" Sheila challenged, and Corinda blushed. - - - - 38. Revelation It must have been a character defect - a mutated behaviour gene or somesuch ... I was enjoying myself immensely - Business worries were forgotten, and I was high-step trotting alongside a beautiful pony girl - who I counted as a dear friend - pulling both my dear wives in the attached cart in the overdue bright sunshine. We were pulling as a team and we embraced our shared task gratefully. The character defect was that I was in such high spirits despite being kinkily crossdressed and so easily dominated by these examples of the weaker sex. "You are what you are!" I silently told myself. For some unaccountable reason, I really felt alive running as a ponygirl. I could not explain it, and could never deny it - and the existence of Fifi the ponygirl certainly seemed to give pleasure to both my wives. My wives and Georgina were playing tourist. Two sat in the sulky while the third followed in the Landrover. Georgina explained about the Landrover. "Occasional showers are predicted!" she had said looking at the sky, "There's no hood on the sulky - so we humans will rush and shelter inside - Don't worry! - We'll engage the sulky handbrake first - we can't have you two running off together!" she had grinned at her mistress, who had fumed back at her. Corinda's eyes had promised retribution, and Georgina had clapped her hands gleefully at the prospect. We stopped at the first vista, and Barbara explained how a race would be routed. "Every segment of track will become 'One-Way-Only'! - with immediate disqualification for disobedience. The ends of each one-way section will be indicated as 'No-Entry' by a red sleeve on the associated arm of the signpost - hiding all the sign data for that particular track. Drivers must drop their way-point vouchers at the way-points in the correct sequence. Stewards will pick up and timestamp each voucher as it is dropped. Drivers may choose any legal route from way-point to way-point," she finished and paused for breath. "Of course, GPS devices will be permitted - we don't want people to get totally lost!" Barbara grinned. "... but GPS doesn't know where the tracks are!" "The 'One-Way' exclusions will be redefined for each race to keep things interesting!" Barbara smiled. "Practice navigation sessions will be allowed before any race takes place!" We stopped at every vista, and everyone gathered with the ponies to view and admire each one. Georgina made notes and took photographs for the record. "Corinda will kill me, if I don't provide a comprehensive report for the association!" she explained, and looked Corinda in the eye. "Promise you will punish me anyway, Pony!" Georgina had grabbed Corinda's bridle aggressively, and was staring hard at her face. Corinda neighed surprised in agreement. - - - - We finished the tour by inspecting the new paddock area in the meadow, and the ancient stable block, followed by the old farmhouse and its new annexes. Barbara wanted Corinda's feedback during this part of the tour, so we had been unhitched and ungagged. Georgina led Corinda by her reins and Sheila led me by mine. Barbara was the only one who had previously seen the accommodation, so she had four admiring opinions emerging as each room was entered. Eventually we all sank into the long sofa in the 'Grand Lounge' in the old farmhouse. We could hear the rattling raindrops against the window, and felt snug cuddled together on the sofa, but I still found my pony's tail very inconvenient. I suggested special couches for ponies with a gap between the seat and the sofa back to let pony tails escape, but Barbara rejected my idea. "Don't be silly, Fifi! We won't allow ponies into the lounge - We need to set some standards!" ... and they all laughed - even Corinda - who only expected to be a pony during the actual racing. Since Corinda and myself had arms bound, Georgina offered to act as maid and fetched drinks for all of us. "You can release my arms now, Georgina!" Corinda commanded, but Georgina smirked at her. "Not just yet, Corinda, my pet!" Corinda's face almost purpled with rage. "I said that you can release my arms, Georgina!" Corinda insisted. "Not until I have earned a good punishment for the delay!" Georgina grinned. "Believe me, you have already earned it - Don't worry! You are really for it now!" But Unbidden Georgina hugged and kissed the helpless Corinda, who struggled futilely. "if you don't release me immediately, I won't punish you at all!" Corinda threatened her sub. Georgina quickly released Corinda's arms, and grinned weakly at her. Corinda grunted loudly and ignored Georgina to take a sip of her drink. "I bet that Fifi doesn't give you trouble like that?" Corinda asked my wives. "No, Fifi always pretends to dislike being punished - That really spices it up!" was the outrageous response. My face must have been a picture ... All four women turned to laugh at me. Barbara on one side with Sheila on the other hugged me comforting me. "We both love you to bits - you know we do, don't you?" I couldn't reply because one of them was simultaneously face-hugging and tongue wrestling me onto my back on the sofa - God, was that pony's tail uncomfortable! It was really unfair freeing Corinda without freeing me! - - - - It was time to say goodbye to Corinda and Georgina. Corinda had admitted being a voting member on the steering committee at the pony club, and she promised an encouraging report on Jackdaw Farm race and training facility would be presented to the committee. As a farewell gesture, Corinda begged a ride in my sulky as far as her car, and Georgina claimed the passenger seat next to her. So there I was - the sole pony as my pony friend borrowed a whip to drive me around Barbara's back garden estate a dozen times or so. Eventually Corinda halted me beside her car, and handed my reins to Sheila. She grabbed Georgina in a hug to reassure her before she disgraced herself. "I would still like to borrow Fifi - I ought to be satisfied with Georgina, but I suspect that I am just being greedy - Grass is Greener - and all that," she tailed off. "You are a confirmed lesbian, Corinda - Sex with men would be abhorrent to you! And you are a good friend to all three of us?" Corinda nodded - nobody could doubt her attachment to us. Barbara looked at Sheila, who then looked at me, and I nodded with a heavy heart. Barbara freed the key from her cleavage, and Sheila hugged me tightly to stop me escaping as Barbara unlocked my chastity plate! Corinda and Georgina stared expectantly, and gasped loudly as the plate revealed my secret, and I blushed all over. Expertly, Barbara quickly restored my privacy behind the re-attached plate, and my little secret had no time to become a much bigger secret. "Did I just see what I thought I saw?" Corinda demanded, and Georgina's head nodded slowly. Georgina's wide, staring eyes were still trying to surpass the size of her gaping mouth. "Corinda, you would never lust after a man - Would you?" Sheila demanded. Corinda dazedly shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. "Fifi, are you a man?" Corinda enquired - still confused, and Barbara and Sheila giggled quietly as I refreshed my beetroot colour, and fidgeted in my harness. "Fifi - prefers to be called Fred, when she disguises herself as a man," Barbara supplied, but was cut short by Sheila. "Fred is my husband, and Barbara is his ex-wife, we are both bi-lesbians in a 'menage-au-trois' with Fifi. Fred has gone on a long sabbatical, and left Frances/Fifi in his place." Corinda shook her head to clear it, and Georgina leapt at me to hug me. "Oh, Fifi, I'm so glad that you're a man - That means that Corinda is all mine now!" Sheila had meanwhile been removing my bit gag to allow me to speak. "Corinda, I really like you a lot, but I am faithful to my wives - Knowing that I am a mere man should certainly cure your lusting for me - Please, stay friends with me - I really like you a lot! ... I thoroughly enjoy pairing with you in the sulky." Corinda was backing away - confused. She grabbed Georgina, and pushed her into her car, and they were gone. - - - - A few days later we were relaxing in the lounge. Just for fun, my wives had securely bound my arms before surrounding me sitting on the couch and taking turns kissing me enthusiastically while groping and tickling me unmercifully. My short maid's skirt was creased enough to resemble a wide belt, and my blouse was completely unbuttoned, and my makeup was a complete mess. Suddenly the telephone rang, and my delicious torture was halted as Barbara reached for the phone. "Hello, Corinda, I am glad you phoned - I'll put you on loudspeaker - Sheila and Fifi can join in!" "Hello, everybody! I have rung to apologise! I feel very foolish and stupid! Georgina is with me - my phone's on loudspeaker - Georgina tells me that I have behaved monstrously, and she has been very persuasive ... I have been very rude - and stupid with it! I want you all to forgive me - but it was such a shock to find out about Fifi! I'm sorry, Fifi, you'll have to excuse my deranged behaviour ... I had an ambition ... and suddenly Fifi was unattainable ... A mere, pale imitation of Fifi with feet of clay ... No, worse than that - Fifi - a man! Ugh, how disappointing and how very awful! To explain myself, and plea for mitigation, I hate all men, Fifi! I have hated men ever since I can remember. Sure - I can succeed in being polite to them when necessary ... But, Fifi, discovering that you were a man turned my world upside down, and confusion replaced my usual clarity of thought. Georgina, dear Georgina helped me to come to terms with the upheaval. Tell them Georgina!" Corinda halted - breathing hard - almost panting with emotion. "Hi, everybody! Fifi, you are now an honorary girl! Corinda still wants to be friends with you all! She will consciously try her hardest to be a faithful and trusting friend, but her attraction to Fifi has evaporated - I suspect that is what you wanted - Fifi can still be our friend, and Corinda will try very hard to restrain any repugnance." Georgina was interrupted by Barbara. "Hi, you two! Message received loud and clear - You want us all to stay friends, but Corinda still needs time to adjust to a dodgy Fifi - Ok? Well, I can see that Sheila and Fifi are nodding, so that's exactly what we want as well. Corinda, if you need to adjust, we can arrange for Fifi to be gagged, blindfolded and weighed down with chains whenever you come to visit ..." But Corinda interrupted her, "That won't work, Barbara! She can't run as my pair-partner when she's encumbered by heavy chains!" Five voices joined together in relieved laughter. "I couldn't possibly run in 'Cheetah Gait' wrapped in chains either!" I contributed. "I also insist you show me how to run in your famous Cheetah gait, Fifi!" Corinda demanded, and the atmosphere became just as relaxed and friendly as it was before the drama. I felt glad. I now had the doubtful honour of being an honorary girl, but I could still enjoy the real comradeship of being Corinda's friend and pair-partner.