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Francine Authors note. This story is a continuation of the story called "The Drone" and as such I would encourage you to explore "The Drone" first before continuing with this story. I have written two other stories that I decree, in retrospect need to be trimmed, sanitized, and brought up to a level with which I am happy and comfortable with. Please feel free to read them however as they are, but I will be revisiting these two stories soon and making them better, so consider them a rough draft. As for this story and its characters in "The Drone" and "Francine," I am rather attached to them now, especially the new character Francine, and as such I am searching for new avenues to travel down with this group. Like life, who knows where their adventures will go, or even if they will continue at all. I hope you enjoy this new episode. Yours, Libby C. Chapter one - the here and now I bent over and peered into the oven, feeling the hem of my dress rise at the back showing my bare thighs above the tops of my black seamed old-fashioned stockings. Unconsciously my left hand reached to the back of my dress and pressed the fabric down to cover the top of the stockings and the lace garters that held them in place. The rack of beef was golden brown and the accompanying roast vegetables would be perfect, if Francine were on time. I straightened up but could not resist the temptation of gazing at my reflection in the dark glass of the microwave oven that was at eye level above the conventional oven. My hair was pulled back in a tight bun and held in place by a large mock turtle shell clip. Large pink tear drops earrings pearl hung from the lobe of each pierced ear. I checked for stray hairs that may have come adrift whilst I had been preparing the evening meal but there were none. My eyes were made up with light pink eye shadow with the eyelashes lengthened with dark mascara. The cheeks were lightly coloured with bronze foundation with just enough hint of colour to accent the high cheekbones. Other than that, my makeup was plain except for the rose bud red gloss lipstick that highlighted my pouting lips. I licked them gently savouring their slipperiness as I ran my tongue over the gloss. The tongue stud was clearly visible and clicked against my flawless white teeth. The sight of my tongue sliding over my lips semi hidden by the dark of the glass was erotic and I felt my heat start to stir in my panties. My eyes travelled down my slender neck examining the single band of pink freshwater pearls that hang around my throat and loosely lay between my deeply plunging cleavage. The dress I had chosen for tonight was a plain sleeveless vee neck in black. Its form fitting lines moulded to my body flowing from the breast line, constricting me tightly at the waist and flaring at the hips. I wore with it a slender belt that had a single gold buckle at the front. The line of the belt and the buckle were hidden for the moment by the white apron I wore to protect the dress for any cooking mishaps. Looking further down I could see my long black stocking encased legs ending in back high heels that were crowned by single gold buckles that matched my belt. My feet ached from wearing the heels, but it was a pain that I had grown accustomed to. I tensed and then relaxed my toes savouring for the moment slight relief from the constriction of the heels in doing so. The heels were only a slight discomfort compared to the corset that I wore under the dress. Its ever-present pressure restricted my breathing and pushed relentless up under my breasts accenting my bust. My ample hips were contrasted by the restrained narrowness of my waist. Even so the sight of me in the glass took my breath away and the heat rose further in my groin and belly. My nipples expanded against the bra of the corset and I felt the tingle of the rings piercing them. My slightly open lips glistened in the glass and I let my mind wonder as to how they may be used tonight by Francine. I would only find out later. My stomach is flat and taunt showing nothing of the secrets held captive beneath the beautiful feminine fa?ade. A tight black lace G-string held me in its embrace below the dress. Under the G-string my cock stirred but was held tightly and harshly crushed against my groin by the restraining device that Francine had me fitted with so long ago now. Like the heels I wore this suffering the discomfort in silence. The heat in my groin continued to grow, a dull sensual throb within the confines of the device. The slight extension it allowed had been quickly reached and I felt the pain begin its rise in my groin. I panted and turned my eyes from the vision of womanhood that was now me, concentrating all my will to relax my cock and let the heat subside. The pain eased slowly but my desire smouldered silently below the surface waiting to be harnessed and hopefully released. I glanced at the clock on the microwave seeing that I had possibly fifteen minutes before Francine would be home. Sighing with frustration, I undid my apron with my well-manicured feminine hands taking care not to catch my rings and painted long nails in the thin material of the apron. I checked again the time on my Cartier watch, set the apron down on the bench and walked with fluid and practiced ease on my heels into the bathroom just off the main entry. False modesty made me close the door even though I was the only one in the apartment at the time. Lifting the toilet cover I lifted my dress over my hips and lowered my G-string around my ankles until it rested on the French high heels. Looking up I caught site of the restraint, its stainless-steel glinting in the subdued light of the bathroom. I marvelled again at its smallness and its crewel efficiency in creating the illusion of a woman's mound whist holding my maleness tightly in check. I sat as I have had to do since it was fitted and waited for a moment until I relaxed and felt the first trickle. The mirror reflected as it always did a sensual female at her toilet seated; legs splayed her under wear around her ankles relieving herself. My mind watched the image taking in the sensual beauty of it but knowing it was a flawed vision. The stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. I carefully dabbed myself dry with the soft scented tissue and then gently applied some sterile solution to the piercing that held the device solidly connected to me. Standing before the mirror I took some of the fine French perfume from the cabinet and spraying a light mist over me before reaching down and drawing up the G-string up over my legs. I took the time to make sure that the G-string moulded to my sex and the string nestled between the cheeks, its softness gently caressed the diamond studded top of the butt plug that was inserted into the rosebud of my rear. Making sure the stockings were straight I smoothed down the dress and saw again the complete woman in the mirror. Closing the lid, made sure the bathroom was spotless, flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom into the foyer of the luxury penthouse apartment that we owned and shared together. Once again, I checked the preparations for our meal. The table in the main dining area overlooking the city was set in fresh clean white linen, adorned by two crystal candlesticks with candles unlit for the moment. The silver service was set out neatly beside the fine gold highlighted bone china. Two tulip long stemmed glasses complemented each plate with crystal water glasses standing beside those. Napkins in plain white linen rolled neatly and held with silver napkin rings rested on the bread plates. The crystal salt and peppershakers gleamed brightly under the glare of the down lights. The only colour on the table was provided by the two bright red partially open rose buds that rose on long stems above the table from a slender crystal vase. A Bottle of Francine's favourite white wine stood in a silver ice bucket next to the table draped in a white napkin. Seeing that all as it should be, I dimmed the lights and lit the candles. Looking out the large floor to ceiling window I saw the city starting to wake from the working day and take on the nightly activity. From our vantage point twenty-eight stories above the street, we often watched together the waning of the day and the start of the city's night-time activities. I made my way to the kitchen and again checked the progress of the roast along with the vegetables. I dressed the salad that I had prepared earlier and then lightly tossed it. Checking my look nervously one more time in the glass of the microwave I then gently leaned on the kitchen island waiting for Francine. I heard the scratching of the key in the lock; the tumblers turn, and the heavy entry door swing open with its muted squeal of the hinges. Francine's heels clicked on the marble foyer and I heard the rustling of shopping bags as they were dumped onto the foyer's entry table. "Libby, hi lover, I'm home," she called. My heart skipped a beat at her call. I stepped out of the kitchen and saw her. She stood back from her shopping and looked towards me with her trademark wicked smile. She was dressed simply for work, light grey form fitting suit and silver high neck silk blouse. Her breasts rode high, nipples gently protruding. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, and she was panting slightly from the exertion of bringing in her shopping bags. I noted with some relief that the bags were from a well-known department store and not plain paper that would signal some other purpose. "Well come on lover just do not stand there come and welcome me," she said. Jolted out of my malaise I strode over to her and we embraced. She as always took the lead and slipped her arms through mine and around me pulling me to her quickly. Our breasts made contact through the material of our clothes, mine hard and encased in the satin corset against hers soft in her silk. Her mouth sort mine and I opened it to her quickly allowing her tongue to enter my mouth and dominate me with her lust. Her eyes bore into mine as she ran her hand up my back, down across my buns and dug into my rear. I gave into her and allowed as always, her body to play with mine luxuriating in her control. Slowly she released me, and we stood arm in arm her eyes playing over my face staring at me until I dropped my gaze. "Hmm, Libby, that was nice." She breathed. She looked over my shoulder at the table and grinned. "All dolled up I see and been cooking too, smells good enough to eat and so do you," she stated. I blushed. Her hands slithered up my body from my waste and cupped my breasts, which she then gave a playful tweak with her fingers and thumbs. I closed my eyes and felt the heat return to my sex wanting, needing more, feeling again the tight confines of the restraint. As if reading my mind her left hand slid down across my tummy to between my legs. I was too much, and I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed as her sensuous fingers found the hardness of the restraint and pressed. "Oh, oh," I purred and then to encourage more I gently kissed her long neck up to the lobe of her ear sucking in the gold pendant earring dangling from the lobe and then nibbling harder on the lobe as her fingers rubbed on the restraint. I pushed my hips forward to meet her hand to which she cupped her hand over me and pressed back. "I've been thinking about you at home today," she said breathing in short pants and I sucked on her ear. "I was thinking of you between my legs, using that wonderful tongue of yours, and I got so excited that at lunch I had to go to Piers and have a Brazilian," she continued. Her hand pressed harder and I felt my cock straining against the confines of the restraint once more. "I was so wet that when Lola waxed me, she must have known I was on fire as her fingers rubbed me and massaged the oils into me, I couldn't help but come, but it just wasn't like the way you scratch my itch, only you have that perfect touch with that luscious tongue." And then she added, "Later." I blushed again and looked down. She took my hand and guided it to the front of her suit where it overlapped urging my fingers on through the folds of her dress. My fingers slipped between the folds of the dress and across the top of her thigh, over the smooth bare skin and up towards her sex I felt no panties and no stockings only the smooth hairlessness of her mound as my fingers slipped between the wet folds of her sex. "Oh, that is so good," she said as my practiced fingers slid up and down her clit. We hung together for a moment longer than she stepped back allowing my slick fingers to slide from below her dress. "Later she repeated." Her faced flushed with lust. "What have we got for supper; I'm famished." We walked together into the kitchen and she cast an approving eye over the preparations. "I'll carve she stated while you open the wine," she stated. Quickly she opened the oven and arranged the roast and vegetables upon a warmed carving plate. I poured both of us a wine and then set the table with the salad. We ate the meal looking out over the city, she, telling me about her day whilst I listened and asked the odd question so as not to appear distant or uninterested, but my cock pulsed in its confinements begging for release and I smouldered wanting release but knowing I would have to wait for her to be satisfied in every way before my pleasure was realised. She rose from the table and said, "I'll give you hand to clean up and put away, then I need a shower." I packed up the leftovers, she cleared the table and together we stacked the dish washer in domesticated bliss, then she excused herself and went of to our bathroom to have a shower. I sat at the window watching the downtown lights and finishing my glass of white. "Libby," I heard her call from the bedroom, "can you come and help me here please?" Francine was stretched out on the bed, stark naked and obviously in heat. She smiled and held up her left hand and I caught the glint of the key. "Loose the dress and the thong," she ordered, "but everything else stays." I undressed as she watched and then she crooked her finger and beckoned me over and deftly freed me from the chastity cage. Instantly my cock came to attention and she giggled. She pushed me down on the bed on my back and in one quick movement swung her leg over me, her cunny just above my nose and her head pointed towards my feet. "Slow and long Libby, slow and long," she whispered as she lowered her cunny to my lips. I heard the intake of breath as lips met lips and tongue began to massage that hard nub of pleasure. She sighed and then I felt the soft touch of her lips on the head of my cock and I involuntarily moaned as that warm wet sucking manipulative tunnel descended over my straining cock to its full depth. Then she began to hum, and the vibrations spread out over my groin like a tsunami. She raised her head and my cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet soft sucking sound. And I cried out in frustration. She raised her cunny from my lips and said, "You like, Libby?" "Oh god yes Francine, more, more, I want more," I replied. She giggled, "Ok but I cum first, them the rules," she stated. Then she impaled me in her mouth, sucking and licking and her cunny descended back to my lips and I responded in kind. She teased me with out mercy, crushed me with out care with her sex, and used me as her personal sex toy. Finally, when I thought all was lost and I just had to come before her, not caring about the future consequences I felt her shudder and start to come. I mentally relaxed ad humped her throat and then we were coming together, she crushed her sex onto my lips and my cock deep in that warm slippery tunnel, pulsing and ejaculating my seed deep down her throat. I thought she would pull back but instead she drove down her head into my groin, and I felt and heard her gulps as she swallowed my seed as I sucked at her pulsing clit. We humped and bucked together our muffled cry's and groans mingling together. Finally, when we had calmed down, we separated and she lay beside me and kissed me, hard and with fierce passion. The flavours and smells of sex languid in the air. "There see what good girls get when they behave," she purred and there is plenty more where that came from, she said with a glint in her eye, and so we drifted off to sleep. Chapter two - meeting Francine But I digress. Two years previously. We had meet two years ago. One of my business interests based in the east was under attack from a hostile takeover conglomerate and although it represented only a small part of my empire it was important to me, so I decided to head west and have it out with the firm. After considerable effort and some careful prying with the help of my penthouse lovers and compatriots, I managed to track down the senior partner in the firm who was spear-heading the takeover. "Francine here, whom am I talking to?" she had purred over the line when I phoned her. "Peter, Peter Lindquist," I replied. "Do I know you and how did you get my private phone number?" she said with a steely edge. "My associates got the number for me," not mentioning by name David and Paul with their extensive service contacts. "And I own Eclipse Aviation, the firm you are trying to take over," I said. "This firm has special significance to me, and I would like to know what intentions you have for it now and for the future," I continued. There was a pause, sounds of keystrokes in the background and then a reply. "Peter, very impressive credentials I see, silent equity partner and now I'm lead to believe owner of Eclipse Aviation through a shelf company, several other high-tech companies, only son of the founders of Gene- Eclipse, now deceased, 28 and a billionaire," she said. "Quite a CV." I was my turn to wonder how she had all this information at her fingertips. "Peter, if I may call you that, we are very interested your aviation company and its ground-breaking aerodynamic technology, our military aircraft would be the better for the incorporation we believe," she said. "Francine, if I may call you that, I through my business interests am the majority stockholder in the company and it is not for sale. It is of great sentimental interest to me. Of course, you are free buy up the remaining stock and get seats on the board, but I have the resources to make the purchase time consuming and difficult, not to mention expensive," I said. "Oh, I see the connection now, your parents, I am sorry," she said, "shame we had high hopes of doing great things." I paused for a moment, then took a step forward. "My parent's philosophy has always been to share their technology and I wish to carry on that tradition. Yes, I would prefer to own the technology, especially as this is so dear to me but, I am open to compromise and I can adapt," I stated. I had not been out much since I had engaged with David, Amanda, Celeste, and Paul and was getting a little cabin fever so before she could answer I said, "Can we meet and discuss this; I see you are in the east and I could fly there in a day or two we could nut out something to meet both our needs and wants? I continued. "I prefer to do things face to face, and as you are head of Mergers and Acquisitions, I am sure that you have the authority to consummate a deal should we arrive at one." There was a pause, and some more typing, then she said, "Wednesday through Friday next week I am free, send me your flight details and I will pick you up at the Airfield, I'll email through my resume and other contact details. I look forward to meeting you and a close working relationship, Peter, Chow for now." And she was gone. Little did I know how close we would be working or living together. Chapter three - Getting There Francine was true to her word and once again I was mildly surprised when her details popped up on my private email. She must have ties everywhere. The local airfield was detailed, landing patterns, parking areas, charges and ILF procedures all laid out. Even a suggested arrival time. I calculated, Two-hour preparation, four-hour flight time, one-hour formalities and a two-hour time shift, should be there at 1400 hours all going well. I rang George and asked him to prepare the jet. "Any passengers, Peter?" drawled George. "No, I said, just me unless your niece wants to visit with her grandparents again, I'm going close?" I stated. "No, she's off skiing again with that moron of a boyfriend" he said, but thanks for thinking of her. I had once asked George why he called a double degree in mathematics a moron and he replied. "Anyone that prefers to fly desk with those brains rather than fly a plane, is in my opinion a moron," he had said. "You could take 'Connie' out west instead of the jet, our P51 Mustang. She could do with the cobwebs being blown out," he said referring to the P51. Connie was short for "Miss Congeniality," the P51 he had lovingly restored. "Tempting but I want to be able to think straight after the flight," I stated. The P51 was a beast, great to fly but the mental effort would leave me totally drained after four hours, then there were the problems at the other end with the endless questions from air buffs as well as the tedious preparation needed to be done by experts. "George had thought of this though and he added, "Phil's out here he could put her to bed when you get there and get her ready for the trip home?" But you would have to treat her nice. "Tempting George, I know she needs a run, why don't you go out and have a play with her, but this time don't sneak up on some poor bastard in a jet and leave me with two days of shitty emails to sort out" I said. "Oh, your young farts are just no fun, she enjoyed it," he drawled. "Can I at least buzz the tower again, I won't tell a soul," he laughed. That was another story. "No just have fun, use her as much as you want," I retorted. The P51 had been Georges but he had fallen on tough times. Some "Suits" had screwed him over claiming poor work on their fleet. Of course, the maintenance was up to par, but Georges' paperwork was worse than his looks and he had been toast to the "Suits" slippery lawyers. Due to that his business was for sale and the "suits" were hoping to pick up a bargain. But I was there, and I had the money and bought it off him and when he gave me the keys to "Connie," I thought he was going to cry. He was ex Air force, Vietnam, not an ace but a very good pilot off carriers during the conflict. After Vietnam he had started a small repair and maintenance business, bought a very old and tired P51 and then lovingly restored her to new over a decade. His business had grown then faltered and I bought it as well, as the P51. We had had our fleet serviced by him and I found him fair, honest as the day is long and true to his word. After he had given me the keys he turned and started to walk away. "Where do you think you're going George?" I had said back then. He stopped, turned around and said simply, "Why?" "I can't run this establishment and I need you to continue on but expand it to do my full fleets maintenance and keep an eye on things, I'll share the profits and cut you back in for part of the ownership," I said. "Nope, don't need or want charity from you upstart young farts. 'Suits,'" he near spat, "definitely not interested in being some tool for an overpaid smart arse like you, go find another flunky to wipe your ass," George had said and began to stride off head down. "If you stay on, I'll let you fly Connie, 'Miss Congeniality,' whenever you want for free," I said knowing that I had him well and truly on the hook. He stopped, turned, and sundered back looking down on me with that craggy face with one raised grey eyebrow. "I'll run the place my way, my rules, no questions, no young fart interference," he said. "Yep, your way but you must account to me for the costs, to help you with that we will put in a young accountant to help with the books, but I won't interfere I give you my word. I will clear any old debts, tidy up the suppliers and give you a salary of say two fifty, a yearly bonus, a working balance of the same to go on with, 20 percent ownership share increasing to 49 percent over say 10 years," I said. The other eyebrow went up and his grey eyes glistened. He stuck out his big paw and I put my hand in his and he shook it twice in a firm but comfortable grasp. "Ok, piss off and let me get on with it, Connie needs a wash and polish, and I am sure your carbon fibre gadgets will be cluttering up my establishment soon enough," he stated, but the grin was back, and I knew he was content. I have always found that when you treat people with respect and give them a challenge you do not have to worry about the outcomes, they just come. "Oh, one more thing, I'll sort out the "Suits," I said. His grin broadened to a smile. "Fuck em in the wallet," he said only place on their body that even remotely has a nerve. And I did just that. After sizing each other up he and I got to know and enjoy each other's company well. With my financial backing and guidance, and with Georges know how, the company grew expanded and prospered. The "Suits" finally asked for mercy, but I had investigated their previous dealings, recognised the pattern of corporate greed and barbarism, so I gave them none. George was good to his word, and whenever he got grumpier, he was never what you could call not grumpy he rolled out Connie and wrung her neck then came back with a broad smile and that long ago glint in his eye. I watched him get ready to fly "Connie" several times. He would always pat her side and ask for permission to fly. Once he put her back in the hanger without flying her and when I asked him why, he said, "She didn't feel like it today." He always patted her at the end of a flight and thanked her. "A girl must be asked, looked after and treated with respect, 'Connie' wouldn't have it any other way, and then she must be thanked for allowing you to take pleasure with her," he said with the dead pan seriousness he had when he went about flying. "You, young fart, will treat her the same as I do, talk to her, caress her and ask her permission, and If I find you not doing so, I will kick that skinny ass of yours up and down runway 12, you hear," he said pushing a strong finger into my chest to make the point. "Always," I said, and I did. "Peter, Peter, you still there or are you up someone's ass again? Talk to me," George asked over the phone. "Yeh, yeh, I'm here," I said. "Ok, you young farts have the attention span of a YouTube influencer, whatever the fuck they are," I heard over the line. "See you at 0700, don't be late as I have to get up early to do this for you, you young fart," George drawled over the line. "See you then Grumpy," I said. He was always up at dawn, so I knew it was no impost. I hung up before he could berate me further. I smiled and I guess he was smiling too, decades apart but together with a common passion. The flight was easy, as our jets are almost self-fly. In airconditioned comfort I ticked off the miles and touched down at two EST. Phil was there and I handed the keys over to him, collected my overnight bag and reluctantly left the jet on the tarmac. I glanced back at is shining silhouette, all pent-up energy and meanness looking restless on the tarmac glued to the ground. Again, I thought of Jim our designer and how he had toiled for months to give the models a sleekness that just conveyed a leopard like quality. Yet it was graceful, easy to fly, fuel efficient and fast. Francine stood at the barrier, tall and slim. Her shoulder length hair was not tied back, and it gently streamed to her left side with the wind. She had on a white long sleeve silk blouse, faded jeans, well-worn cowboy boots, and Bole sunglasses. Her voice was mellow and strong. She held out her hand and shook mine with a strong grip. She leant forward and gave me a hug and I smelt the same perfume that I enjoyed wearing, on her, Good taste I thought. "Hello Peter, nice landing. Good flight?" she asked. "Easy, no problems winds were kind and traffic was light, followed a Gulfstream most of the way but had to idle back so not to get too close. Other than that, just another day at the office," I replied. Glad you could come, thought we would go to the ranch for some lunch and then have a chat about what's next," she stated, picked up my bag and headed for the door. "I've got that," I said. She ignored my protests and simply flicked me look over her shoulder and strode out into the VIP parking area with my bag in her hand. She tossed the bag on the back seat of the dark blue S class Mercedes and slid into the driver's seat. I got in the passenger's side and we navigated out of the airport parking area and onto the freeway. Chapter four - The crash After about twenty minutes we turned off the highway and onto a side road heading to the foothills. Traffic was light and we swapped niceties about family and work. Turned out that she like me was alone in the world, single and work focused. She had a master's degree in economics and had been working for the firm for about ten years. She was two years older than me and unattached. Neither of us saw the SUV. Our light was green, and we were halfway through the intersection before some young women texting when she should be driving tee boned us. Looking back had we been in any other vehicle than the Mercedes I would have been toast, dead or certainly very badly injured. The world rose around me, the seatbelts snapping tight as they reacted to the sudden acceleration that is produced in an accident. Curtain airbags deployed with split second bang and the car began its roll tumbling over and over, glass shattering, bodywork crumpling and the thunderous noise assailing us. I watched Francine in slow motion tumbling gripping the wheel surrounded by exploding bags of white material, gas, flying objects and glass. My head and shoulder impacted the door frame and after a split second of pain and brilliant lights I passed into blackness, flopping like a doll in the passenger's seat. The Mercedes slid to a stop in a shower of sparks, plastic and glass. Alice the SUV driver put her boot on the slightly sprung door and pushed it hard prying it open. The hood and front section of her large SUV hissed and groaned as it died. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she said as she stumbled over to the Mercedes which had come to rest on its roof. The woman inside looked up from her precarious position her blond hair hanging down streaked with blood. "I'm fine, I think, help Peter he looks bad," she said with a frustrated groan. "Call emergency and the police." Alice stupidly looked down at her hand that still held the phone. "Sure, sure," she said and dialled emergency. Francine extricated herself from the seatbelt, kicked open the door and walked shakenly around the car to the passenger's side. I was on my side unconscious and my shoulder was twisted in an odd angle, but I was breathing steadily. She opened the door grabbed my bag and unzipped it looking for something to fold up and put under my head. As she pulled out my jacket, she caught site of the lingerie, plug and chastity device, startled she stopped for a second but then thrust any other thoughts out of her head and set about making me comfortable. After a short period, an ambulance screeched to a halt and as the paramedics ran over. Francine lifted the bag out of the way and zipped it closed, frowning as she did so. They put me on a stretcher and attended to Alice who was starting to go into shock and hassled Francine into the ambulance where they attended to her cuts and abrasions stemming the blood flow. The police arrived and took over the accident scene and the traffic control. Alice could be seen head down and crying as the police started to piece together the chain of events. Her phone was still clasped in her hand although I doubt that she would be driving or texting for some time to come. Chapter five - The Hospital I awoke to immediate pain and groaned. My shoulder hurt like a bitch and my head felt like someone was trying to kick my eyes out from the inside. A nurse rose from her chair and came over. "Don't struggle and do not try to remove any tubes Mr Lindquist," she stated, "stay calm and I will get the doctor." She pressed the emergency button, and we were shortly joined by a small Indian looking doctor. "Dr Singh," he said without an Indian accent. "No moving or talking until we get the tube out of your throat," he said. He undid the strap about my head, removed none to softly some adhesive tape and gently withdrew the tube from my mouth and throat. It seemed to go on forever just like part of David. "There you are, have a sip of water and how do you feel?" The nurse offered me a straw and I took a sip. "How long have I been here?" I asked. "This is day two, yesterday was manipulation, minor surgery and clean up. Your shoulder which was dislocated has been reset, your head has several small contusions that are in the hair line. Quite a nasty concussion but not dangerous and one badly sprained ankle. All in all, a miracle for you after seeing photos of the car," he stated in that offhand medical way, like he was reading the paper. "Francine?" I asked, and he looked bewildered for a second then said, "Oh, the driver, fine, fine nothing but bruises, some minor cuts and scratches and bad temper. Not one to tangle with I am afraid. I pity the girl who ran into you both. Ass in a big sling I think," he continued. "You will be here for a day or two and then you can convalesce at home. Maybe a month or two and you will be right as new" he said, put down the chart and stepped from the room. "Nurse, can I please have my phone I need to contact some people to let them know what has happened?" I asked. "It's Naomi," she said, "and you really should rest." "Just a call or two I am sure that they need to know, please," I asked. She opened the draw and drew out a sealed clear plastic bag that contained my phone it, along with the black lace thong that I had been wearing and the cock rings. Not a word was said but the eyes said it all as she handed the bag over. I opened the bag took out the phone and handed back the bag that she put in the draw without a word. "I'll leave you to your call, push the button if you need anything, try not to twist your shoulder, and good to see you had on clean underwear," she said with a smile in her voice and walked out. I turned beet red. I spent half an hour on the phone to Ananda and Celeste and assured them although very sore was ok and in good hands. No, they did not need to come, yes, I was ok and had all I needed, and I promised to look after myself and keep them informed. My head was pounding and just as I thought I would drift off my phone rang. "Peter are you ok, I was so worried about you?" Francine said. "Sore, very sore I replied, going to get some strong analgesics and sleep for a day or two. Doctors says I should be out in a couple of days. I will find a good hotel and rest before we sort out the deal," I said. "No, you will not go to some hotel," she insisted, "I've made all the arrangements and you will be coming home to stay with me until your fit to go home" she stated in that cool no nonsense tone. "Francine, I couldn't do that to you," I started. "Nonsense, it's all arranged, I'll talk to the doctors and nurses and when they say so James, our driver will pick you up, won't hear another word about it, lie back and get some rest and you will be in safe hands for the next week or two." "I have all your things here, I personally washed, sorted and folded them already for when you come here," she purred with a smile in her voice. "Oh fuck," I thought, remembering the contents of my overnight bag. Chapter Six - Convalescing James was well built and tall, the strong quiet type. He helped me from the wheelchair and lifted me without effort onto the seat of the limousine brushing off any attempt for me to assist or stop him. "Miss Francine said you are not to overtax yourself "he had said as he carefully buckled me into the seat. I was wearing a new tea shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The jeans I noted were a women's size and cut and all had come in a package with a note from Francine that said, "Hope these are your size, style and cut !!, F." Thankfully, the undershorts were just plain white silk boxers. "There are drinks in the back Mr Lindquist, please have whatever you want," James stated. God, I needed a drink, so I poured two fingers of scotch, threw in two chunks of ice, and drained it. I poured another and settled back to enjoy the ride. Francine's home turned out to be a one level large western styled establishment set on a large acreage in the countryside bordering the city. Its backdrop were the foothills and forest. The pastures were well kept and green neatly partitioned with white post and railing fence. Black cattle grazed contentedly on the fields. The house had a separate large garage with four large doors. I loved the style, seared black siding boards, white framed windows, large porches, and a red brown roof. The driveway was white quartz that crunched under the wheels of the limousine as we pulled up at the front. Off to the side was a large windsock and I wondered what she flew? Francine came down the steps from the porch and said hello. "Hi there Peter, how is the shoulder and the ankle?" she asked. "Sore but manageable, getting better every day" I said looking ruefully at the stairs. Before I could protest James picked me up and carried me up to the porch much to my ignored protests and put me into the wheelchair that was waiting for me. "Here are your things," he said handing me a small satchel that I had transferred over my small collection of stuff into at the hospital. "Thanks James, that will be all, I will take it from here," Francine said. "Thanks James," I said. "My pleasure Mr Lindquist, it has been an honour, any time you need me just get Miss Francine to give me a call and I will be there," he said and with that turned and got in the limousine and left. Francine asked, "Comfortable?" and spun me around and wheeled me through the front door, not waiting for a reply. "Francine, this is very kind of you but really you didn't have to do this I would have been fine in a hotel," I said. "Peter, please it's all good, I have some leave, we can talk some work, I will look after you, we will see some sights and we can get to know each other," she said. "I'd just love to get to know you better and find out just what sort of man I am dealing with and what makes you tick. This is the entry of course, you are to the West, this way in the guest's area, quite separate and cosy, the kitchen and dining are here just in front of us, the lounge and study are here," she said pointing through a wide door. "And I am to the East, almost an exact copy of your side. There is heated pool out the back, Jacuzzi, and toys in the garage when you are well enough to explore. My property boarders on the state park and at this time of year it is just beautiful out during the day and early evening," she continued. We slid through the two door that separated the main house from the West wing or should I say house. In the West wing there was a separate kitchen, dining area, small study all set up with the gadgets. My room turned out to be a large bedroom, ajoining lounge with a sweeping view of the hills and a well-appointed large bathroom. All were tastefully furnished and spotlessly clean. "We have the very fast internet here and all the passwords are in the draw, please feel free to change them for your own private use for your work and whatever else you need just call the maid, Leanne, on line two. Bruce, why are all Australians called Bruce? is our chef and dinner will be at seven in the dining room. If you do not wish to partake, I think you will find anything you need in your kitchen or Bruce will make something for you and bring it to you room. "I do hope you will dine with me tonight though. "Your clothes are in the draws and I took the liberty of getting you some other clothes for your stay, which are in the draws and the wardrobe, choose whatever you want, and I will see you at seven, just you and me for the meal and the staff will be leaving at six so feel free to dress however you want for the meal," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, if you need a crutch or walking stick, they are by the door. "Got to go now, must catch up with work stuff, relax and rest, look forward to our meal." "Thank you again, you're too kind, I don't know how I will ever repay you?" I said. "Oh, I can think of a couple of ways, one is to merge our common interests and the other is to merge our common interests, see you at seven, dress as casual as you like," she said with a grin, and walked to the doors closing them on her way out. I got out of the chair and hobbled into the bathroom. Left end of the bathroom was set up for a male and the right was equally well set up for a female. The bath, shower and toilet areas were summarily bi-sexual. Back in the room I slid hesitantly opened the draws, left side male and right-side female. Now with trepidation I opened the wardrobe, again left side male and right-side female and everything in my size. "Oh shit," I thought, noting that my clothes from my travel bag were equally distributed into the draws and wardrobe male and female, left and right. Sitting on the bed I opened the bedside right-side draw and there lay a tube of lubricant, my but plug and chastity device. There on top of the right female side of the draws which was a small card, folded into a pyramid with my name on it, except it said simply, Libby. "Oh Fuck," I thought and caught my breath, "Amanda you bitch I just knew she had a hand in this." I opened it slowly and read the line of handwritten prose. "Libby, hope you don't mind me taking liberties. Looking forward to meeting you tonight, hope the clothes fit, especially those to the right. Amanda gave me your sizes, Love F." "I'll kill that bitch Amanda, when I get back and when she wants some mercy in the 'Game,' well fuck that, I am just going to give her some of her own medicine." "Now what?" I thought and considered my options. "Oh well, be brave, roll with the cast of the die or die wondering, nothing ventured nothing gained." I spent the afternoon preparing. Bath, shave down, hair make up, jewellery, and dressing. Nothing outrageous. I chose a simple knee length dress, tasteful lingerie, my usual black stockings and garter and flat low-heeled pumps as my ankle was still quite sore. All the clothes she had chosen for me suited me and were excellent styles and colours. I chose the pearls, always love them, what girl does not and put on a spray of perfume, noting that it was my favourite. I did not put in the plug nor put on the chastity device, but I did put on a tight pair of high cut panties that tamed me. So, at six fifty I opened the doors to the remainder of the house and in a way opened the door so the rest of my new life. Chapter Seven - A meal for two Francine was busy in the kitchen with her back to me when I came through the door and was startled as I came up behind her. She jumped a little and spun around when she finally heard me over her preparations. Her smile lit up her face. "Oh wow," she said as she peeled off the oven mitts and placed them on the bench, "Let me have a look at you, you look wonderful, obviously not your first rodeo," she said as she leaned back against the bench. "Oh shit, I'm forgetting my manners, I'm Francine so nice to meet you Libby, I've heard so much about you," said Francine. "Just wait until I get back, I'm going to murder Amanda," I said. "Oh, you must not blame her, I used my negotiating and blackmailing skills on her, and she caved. She is a great friend though and you must not be too hard on her," she countered. "Turn around so I can get a good look at you, careful of the ankle though," she said in a commanding tone that just made you want to follow. "You are drop dead gorgeous," she purred. "Like a white?" She took a bottle out the fridge before I could answer and poured two whites into long stemmed tulip glasses and then offered one to me. She raised her glass and looked me in the eye. "To Libby, getting to know you, love, mergers and new acquaintances" and we touched glasses. She watched me over the rim of her glass as we drank her eyes twinkling with curiosity and wickedness. "I am so glad you took a chance came to me dressed as you are, I think that if you had come as Peter we would never had as much fun as we will have now and into the future, thank you for taking a chance," she said. "Let's toast to chance taking," I finally said, and we touched glasses once more. We sat a small table, she served, and the meal was wonderful. "You'll love Bruce," she said. "Can't understand half of what he says due to the Australian accent, but he knows how to cook. Sense of humour too, he cooked me their royal coat of arms once, kangaroo and emu, thought I would choke but it was fabulous. Got to love a country that will cook its own emblems. He told me they have to beat the kangaroos and emus off with a stick in the streets there are so many of them, but I have since learnt to take what he says with a pinch of salt. He can tell a tall story without breaking into a smile. Oh, don't worry, no royal meat on the menu tonight," she added. As we ate the wonderful meal, we discussed everything. She wanted to know about my family, the business, and my passion for flying. Then she asked, "So Libby why do you dress?" I put my knife and fork down, looked into those grey eyes, sighed and said. "I was just drawn to it from an early age, can't say why, just something in me, the way that females dress, it looked so right, so sexy and alluring. When I first started it gave me a sense of completeness and calm. When my mother caught me, it was almost a relief and then when she helped me, I was and still am happy." "Does it excite you?" she asked. "Yes, but not all the time, I suppose it's just like being a normal female, you want to be sexy and alluring but it does not mean you want to have sex all the time," I replied. Francine straightened in her chair and asked, "Are you gay?" "No, I like being male, but I enjoy being a female like now. When I am enfem I am a female and vice versa," I stated. "Have you been with men?" she asked. "Yes, but only when dressed and before you ask yes, I do enjoy the intimacy of it, but I also enjoy the intimacy of a female while dressed as well," I explained. "Are you subservient or dominant?" she enquired with a glint in her eye. "Subservient." I let it hang. With that response her knowing smile broadened to a grin and I blushed. "What is your relationship with Amanda, Paul, David and Celeste?" she asked. "Oh well in for a penny, in for a pound," I thought so I said. "I live between them in the middle penthouse between the two couples. They by accident discovered Libby and consequently they invited me to join their group. They play together and I always attend as Libby. The group has a loose set of rules, sexually, and they and I enjoy all sorts of activities which are not always for sexual gratification." I stated. "Your figure is very sexy," she breathed, "are you on hormones?" "Yes, low doses but if I stay on them, I will eventually have B breasts although they will not inhibit me or change the manhood structure. I have no intention of SRS if that is what you are thinking," I stated. "Oh no she quipped I like you just as you are, au natural so to speak," she whispered in her low husky tone. I shivered. "And in this group are you only female?" she asked. "Yes, I always am a female in dress, but I interact however the way the activities play out, either way, little or no inhibitions," I replied. "Can anyone join?" she asked. "No, you have to be invited and approved by the group," I said. Then she asked, "So how would I join if I wanted to?" I looked into those grey eyes and said shuffling uncomfortably on the seat, "I would have to take you along and introduce you to the group for their approval and inclusion." "Hmm, she said, it's time for dessert, more wine before I serve?" she stated and rose from the table. We had desert and then retired to the lounge are where we sat together, close but not touching, on the couch drinking the cool crisp white. She turned and looked me in the eye. And said in a cool clear manner. "Are you attracted to me?" "Yes," I replied Her eyes bore into mine and she said in that low tone, "God, looking at you, I am so wet and horny, I can hardly think straight. If you were to touch me now, I think I would cum on the spot. The mere thought of you between my legs is almost too much" and she visibly shuddered on the couch, "but with you still recovering and us just finding our feet I can wait, but not for long. I know I will have to ease my tensions tonight, later, myself," she breathed. My cock was hard against the panties and I almost reached out and touched her, but instead I shakenly raised my glass to my lips and drained the wine. "I think I should retire now," I said and got as gracefully as I could to my feet. A slight bulge betrayed me as I smoothed the dress and she smiled that wicked smile and spoke. "Ok but we must continue this and as this is my house, my rules and I am the boss, I want you to dress, for me, as Libby while you are here, full time. Do not worry I gave the staff two weeks off and we can cope here just us two. Let us play at being domesticated for the mean time while we sort out the finer points of the deal and our next steps?" she said as she also rose more gracefully than I off the couch. "Ok, let's see where it goes," I replied and before I could respond she leaned forward, pulled me forcefully to her with one arm around my waist and kissed me with long, deeply, and sensuously. The other hand snaked down and found me semi hard. She gently rubbed me with those slender fingers, and I groaned, gently pushing against her manipulative fingers, growing instantly to her manipulations. "Hmm she said," and smiled. "This can only get better and from now on you will dress every day as Libby, and I insist that you wear the plug, chastity device and the tongue stud. Oh, by the way I enjoy being the dominant so I will keep the key," she said as she patted my ass and pushed me off to bed. "Sleep tight, tomorrow we will talk business and enjoy some sights." I gave her another kiss, just a brush on the lips which was eclectic and wobbled off unsteadily on my sore ankle to bed. Sleep came slowly as I was still aroused. When I could take no more tossing and turning, I rolled over and luxuriated with the feel of the cool silk night dress against my cock, pinned to the bed by my weight. Slowly almost subconsciously I began to move and hump the bed, the tension rising and her works ringing in my head. I thought about what she had said. "The mere thought of you between my legs is almost too much," she had whispered. The vision of my head buried in that palace of pleasure and her hips rocking and rolling under the skilled ministrations of my tongue were all too much for me then. I came and felt the warm wet stickiness of my seed flood onto my stomach wetting bed, lingerie, and body. "Oh," I sighed. I lay there panting, luxuriating in the wet spot, enjoying the slow come down that always accompanies the most intimate of sexual release. I shuddered thinking about her being the dominant and wondered just how far that would go and even more how far I would let her go, but somewhere deep inside me a voice said, I don't think you will have any say in the matter, Libby." And I smiled. I drifted off, laying in the wet spot knowing that this is what good girls do, content with the day's outcome. Chapter Eight - Negotiations, give and take. The next week was more about work than anything else and I thought that this was primarily because of my injuries. Francine had said she was also a bit sore and wanted time to recuperate as well. During the day, nine to five we worked together sorting out the details of the merger of our respective aviation businesses. She was a tough negotiator but fair and never let my feminine looks cloud the issue. Nor did she make any advances during the day but promptly at five we turned from work related issue to domestic issues. We made dinner together, ate and drank together and talked about everything except work, late into the night. If she wanted to do more she never asked and I never pushed it, nothing much happened, just an occasional kiss and a hug before bed. At the end of the week, we had thrashed out the bones of the merger and sent it off to her lawyers for drafting. The two aircraft manufactures would merge with my company controlling 51 percent and her company the remainder. It would remain Eclipse Aviation and would have four seats on the board with an impartial non-executive member as the tie breaker. We were at loggerheads for a time about who should be the tie breaker and then I suggested George. We rang George together and discussed the matter with him, us explaining the set up and him grunting and asking probing questions over the line back to us. Francine seemed to hit it off immediately with George. "Well George, do you want the position or not?" I asked. "Well ok you two young farts but remember who asked whom when either of you get an answer you don't like, so don't get your panties in a twist when I come down with my vote, and if you think either of you can sway me with your money or your charms, well your just plain out of luck," he drawled. Francine chimed in, "We will get the paperwork sorted soon and I look forward to meeting you George." "Sounds good young lady, look after the kid for me and tell him Connie is waiting for a ride when he gets back," he said as he hung up. Francine turned to me. "Connie, you have another woman that you didn't tell me about?" I blushed. "Connie is our P51 Mustang, 'Miss Congeniality' to be precise. Technically she is mine, but I only get to fly her when George or Connie lets me. He saved her from the bone yard, and she is sort of the woman that took over his life after his wife died." "She lets you?" Francine asked with a raised eyebrow. "A long story, best if George explains it when you to meet," I answered. "Can't wait," said Francine. It was Friday night, and we had the whole weekend to relax and my injuries were a lot better although my ankle was a nasty yellow and my shoulder was black and blue. Chapter Nine - getting to know you. We retired to our respective bedrooms at midnight Friday. The meal had been good and the company pleasant as usual. It was my turn to cook so I prepared a salmon paster with saut?ed field mushrooms and a light tossed green salad to go with it. I matched this with a light SSB, and we ate under candlelight watching the stars come up over the hills on a moonless night. We both had a great cognac to finish the night. Again, after retiring, I was restless in bed tossing and turning under a light cotton sheet only this time my cock was securely imprisoned. I was half dozing, half dreaming when I heard the door open and the subdued light from the passage cast a sliver of light into the room. Backlit in the door stood Francine in a sheer silk robe, her hair down, her silhouette striking but her facial feature non-descript due to the shadow. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it slide onto the ground, then like a cat gently padded to the edge of the bed. She looked down and I saw the glint of her smile. Slowly she raised the edge of the sheet and slid in. Her body was warm and lithe against my skin, silky smooth and smelt wonderful. Without a word, one hand slid down my satin short night gown and the other slid across my mouth and slowly pressed on my lower jaw making it evident that I should open my mouth and let her fingers in. Her fingers slipped in and began its searching while her other hand slid under my thong and grasped my caged cock. "Good girl, I see that you are well trained," she said and then she held up the key glinting in the light. With some fumbling and a little snigger from her she freed me, cast the cage aside and began to run her fingers up and down my cock, slipping up, and slipping down. "Oh, you're very wet Libby," she purred. I ran my hand across her firm belly down through the light stubble to her sex and was rewarded by the quick intake of breath as I found her also warm and wet. Her fingers in my mouth found what it was looking for, the tongue jewellery and I heard the giggle of her pleasure and then the low moan of wanting. In one cat like motion, she rolled over on her back opened her legs and said, "Lick me, lick me now I can't wait another second to feel your tongue on me." And I obliged. I snuggled down between her legs and slowly brought my lips to her near hairless pleasure point. I thrust out my tongue and placed the ball of the bar right on the tip of her clit and began to massage her with my tongue, slowly with practiced skill. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned, her hands snaking down and grasping my head as she gently rocked her hips against me. She controlled the action, my head and my tongue lifting me off her clit whenever she was getting too close to orgasm, then mashing me down the next moment, but always lifting and grinding her hips for her own joy. "Don't you dare come until I say," she hissed seeing me begin to hump the bed, and so I held back my pleasure and concentrated on pleasing her. Slowly she built, rocking gasping and grinding and then I felt the release of her ability to control her actions and she descended into a wild un-orchestrated frenzy of lust, my mouth, her pleasure, her sex, and nothing else. She arched her back and crushed me onto her sex and shuddered, quivering uncontrollably and then she groaned, grunted, and screamed thrashing her head from side to side. I licked her and savoured the thrill of feeling the electricity drive up from her clit every time my bejewelled tongue raked across her clit. Finally, she slumped back and was limp panting moaning in low tones. Her hands pulled me up her body and I kissed he mouth and we both tasted of sex. Her hand went to my cock and she glided me into that soft wet warm well of fevered passion. It was my turn to gasp. "Oh that is so good," I said and smiled down at her. She tensed and clasped down on my member and breathed into my face. "Ride me you bitch, fuck me long and slow, but you only get to come when I say so or I'll lock that toy up for a month." I looked into her eyes and began the slow rhythm, but it took all my will power not to explode into her right then and there. Slowly I worked in her as she ran her nails down my back all the time those grey eyes smiling up at me appraising me. Our passion built together rocking in the slow sensuous dance of sex and then I felt her start to rock harder and deeper and I matched her thrust for thrust, breath for breath and in the end grunt for grunt. Then, she dug her nails in deep into my back and clasped her mouth on my shoulder and groaned, and I started to cum. Her hands slid down my back and dug into my mounds and she quivered. "Cum now you bitch, cum in me now, cum with me." and I did each pulse sucked from me by her sex, each spurt devoured in the warm soft wetness of her cunny, each ecstasy matched by her in the throes of a mutual climax. Suddenly she rolled me over and pushed me into the bed my cock still buried to the hilt in her, her eyes gleaming with victory, unrestrained lust, and power. "You're mine, now," she hissed. "I have been waiting for you since I was a teenage girl and now I have you." And then as she said this it drove her over the edge and she came again, this time with a scream and a grinding passion of force that drove me even deeper into the bed. "Your mine Libby and I have great plans, expectations and deeds in store for you and us, now cum, cum now for me again, NOW," she ordered, half growling. And I did very much to my surprise as she tensed and relaxed her sex sucking my seed out of me and into her warm, wet palace of pleasure. We slept, me on the wet patch, spooning into her. We awoke at the dawn as the light streamed through the open drapes. We, the bed, and the room smelt of sex. "This is the last time in here for you Libbym" she announced. "From now on you sleep and we will fuck in my bed," she stated getting up. I looked up at that long lithe body and shuddered. "Like what you see?" she said. "I like what I see but you could do with a few more tweaks," she said with a sly grin, "Can't wait to get total command over you." I shivered and blushed. She held out her hand and pulled me from the bed. "Strip off I want to have a good look at you before we shower," she demanded. She walked around me appraising me and running her slender fingers over me. "God you gorgeous," she said. "I think you are very close to a "B" cup but oh my lord an 'A' in the cock division," she said gently stroking me. "And that tongue, so talented, it makes me quiver just thinking about it on my clit. Now, get in the shower and wash me," she ordered. We soaped each other and I slowly and methodically washed and attended to her, top to toe, hair, cunny, and ass, massaging and rubbing as I went, occasionally slowing so that she could regain her composure. She purred like a cat, but just like a cat she had claws and a strong will. At the end I slipped my wet fingers around her clit in into her warm slit and rubbed her slowly while she quietly lay her head on my shoulder and shivered. "Oh baby, what a good girl you are, that is just so good," she said, and with that she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me hard down her belly and on to my knees opening her legs and her sex to me. "Now there is a pose I could get used to," she stated, "eat me." Not a request, not a pleading but and order, and my tongue snaked out tasted her sex again, the remaining soap and shampoo and her juices. I looked up into those grey eyes as I ate her and she staired down at me bucking her hips forward and pressing my face firmly into her cunny with those long, sensuous fingers. Her legs quivered and her back arched and she groaned again all the time watching me service her and worship her sex. "Oh god, I have waited for you so long, I can't wait to mould you, transform you and use you for my wants, needs and desires. Oh, this is so, so good, so sexy, so thrilling, so powerful," she moaned as she ravaged my mouth with her sex. I sucked in her clit and she quivered and rocked with liquid pulsing, then she subsided and pushed my lips free from her sex. "Oh, Libby what adventures are in store for us," she finally said. I looked up and grinned my lips slick from her. I dried her and she dried me then we dressed and prepared for the day, and the beginning of our lives. She had chosen and laid out my clothes for that day and has done so almost every day since we have been together and in the company of our dearest friends. I never argue or disagree with her choices, after all she is the boss. Chapter Ten - introducing Francine to our group. The two weeks extended to four but after that it was time to go back West. I rang Phil at the airport and made all the necessary arrangements for the flight. Living with Francine had been wonderful and exhilarating full time dressed. The work, the conversations, intimate times, and the sex were just exhilarating. As I dressed in my casual street clothes for the trip back, I felt unhappy to be back in male attire even though I knew it was the right thing to do, but out of step with myself, distant somehow. Francine helped by dressing similarly in her faded jeans and tee, and we both felt the desire to linger in our secluded and now blossoming relationship. But we were realists. She spoke to her office and said she was heading out West with me to tie up the loose ends and put the deal to bed and would be back in a month or two. This did not phase her or her company as they had long ago moved to distant working and conferencing. "I take up a spot in your office, just like you have been doing here," she had simply stated. "I'm sure you have all the technology I will require." We packed and closed the house, Francine gave the staff run of the ranch and said, "They are my caretakers as well as the house staff and live in the staff quarters near the stables while I am gone." In the end she said, "Come on it will be fun to meet the others." James arrived promptly and we headed for the airport. It was my turn to take charge as Francine was a pilot but flew only in rotor wing aircraft while I had the commercial jet licence. I completed the daily inspection, checked the weight distribution, and double checked the fuel loads. Francine occupied the co-pilots seat while I sat in the Captain's chair. Francine helped with the prefight checks cross checking me as I laboriously went through the detailed pre- flight checks and procedures. Once checked and all-in order I contacted the tower and started to spool up the engines ready for the taxi. She, 'why do they always call airplanes she?', leapt into the air at the end of the runway, partially because we were so light and partly because I had her at full noise. We banked directly into the breeze and climbed out until the tower advised us that we could turn onto the home heading. We reached the required cruising height and settled back into the four- hour flight. I deviated, as I always did when travelling home, South of the home airport so I could come in at the bottom of the mountain range and then turn and run up them to our hometown airport. I did this partly for Francine but more for me as I always loved flying up the high peaks and enjoying the vista from my high advantage point of the snow-covered alpine regions of the state. We chatted through the headphones occasionally but mostly we enjoyed the view and the flying. All too soon we were on final and touching down. We taxied up to the Hanger, parked and I went through the idle down and then shut down sequence. I patted her on the dash and voiced our thanks for the great flight home, then we let the door down and deplaned. "Hello Miss Francine," George said with his trademark drawl, deftly shaking her hand. "Hi George, so good to finally meet you," replied Francine. "Pleasures all mine mam," he said and then turned to me. "You look better than the photos, must be the quality of the nurses back there," he said with a raised eyebrow. "Rest and good home cooking, just what the doctor ordered," I replied. "I bet," he said glancing between us two. "I will put the girl away, your car is out the front already to go," he stated in his offhand way. "Hope to see more of you, mam," he said, tipped his hat and strode off to arrange the tug for the plane. "You two young farts enjoy the rest of your day while us good old boys get about the day's work," he added over his shoulder. "He's so nice," Francine said. "Oh yeh," I said, "a real charmer, just wait until you get on his wick, the charm disappears, the bear wakes, and the sarcasm just drips off him." We drove to my building, the long way home, parked the SUV and took the private lift to the penthouse floor. Once we had deposited our bags in the bedroom, she set of exploring the penthouse. "This is lovely," she said as she moved from room to room, "you have great taste, and the spaces are wonderful." Then she found Libby's rooms and slowed down opening the cupboard and draws and lingering in the walk-in robes taking in all Libby's dresses and outfits. "Mmm," she said, "a lot of these will fit me, I can't wait." Then she found the set of draws with the toys. "Oh wow, you have everything here." She tuned back to me holding in one hand a set of restraints and in the other a large silicon dildo vibrator. "I wonder how to best use these and where I should insert this?" she asked with a large grin. I looked at my feet and blushed, wondering too. "Now Libby, have a shower and get dressed and report to me when you're done," she ordered. "We have some busines to attend to and seeing all this just make me so horny." "While you are showering, I will have a look through your things and pick out what I think you should wear for today and tonight. Go on off you go and do not keep me waiting, you remember what happens when you make me wait?" she stated. I did and so I immediately started to shed my male clothes whilst heading for the bathroom. "Don't forget the plug, chastity device and the tongue stud, especially the tongue stud," she called as I started the shower. I shivered inwardly as I massaged the fine soap into my skin. I shaved down but there was not a lot of hair to remove these days. I washed, dried, and combed my hair making sure it was pulled back in just the style she like. Then I went naked into the bedroom and started my preparations. Always the Chastity device first as I found that if I did not attend to this first, I all too quickly became aroused and it then became a struggle to cage me. Once this was done, I selected a suitable tongue stud and inserted it. Then I selected the plug, lubricated it and slowly started to insert it. I had found that from practice the best way was to kneel on the ground, bend forward almost with my head flush on the floor and slowly work it In. The cool pointed head touched me, and I involuntarily tensed but I willed myself to relax. Slowly, I felt it start to slip into me, opening me as I applied firm by controlled pressure. Then It was consumed by me and I sighed and lay panting with it firmly in my ass. I lay panting and forcing myself to relax to that erotic pleasure. "Stay on your knees Libby," came the commanding tone. Startled I looked up into the mirror and saw Francine's naked silhouette, leaning on the door frame fer eyes filled with lust. "You're just perfect that way." And she and strode into the room, with the liquid movements of a cat. "You were so long, I just had to come and find out why. And that pose is so sexy, I nearly came watching you prepare," she said standing before me, hands on hips and legs slightly splayed. Her hand slid off her hips across her belly and down to her clit. With no hint of self-consciousness, she began to lightly stroke herself watching me as she pleasured herself. "Mmmm, that's so good and I'm so wet, I hope you have the bar in." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and she stopped in mid stroke and breathed, "Good girl," and inched forward so her sex and my mouth were almost but not touching. She smelt of anticipation and lust, but I did not start. Then her hands slid over my head pulling me forward and I slowly slid my tongue over her lips. "She shuddered and whimpered and pulled me to her sex. "Slowly," she said, "make me come slowly." I shuffled on the carpet making myself as comfortable as possible given that I was locked and loaded and began to carry out her commands to the tee. Francine rocked her hips luxuriating in her command of me and the feel of tongue and hard metal knob on her pulsating clit. "Oh yes you bitch, just like that, more, longer, harder, slower," she commanded all the time staring down at me with those deep grey hooded eyes. I swirled my tongue around her clit, and she shuddered like she was being struck by electricity. Her legs began to tremble, and I knew I had her, she had nowhere to hide now she was mine. "No, no I don't want to come now," she squirmed trying without strength to push my lips from her cunny, but I had her on the tip of my tongue so to speak, so I pushed home my advantage home. She shuddered and climaxed, head thrown back, hands strong now forcing me deeper, and I obliged, licking without mercy, up and down, up, and down with the stud, long slow strokes that brought wave upon wave of shudders and moans and the flood of her juices. "You lecherous bitch," she hissed. I grinned up at her. "Careful what you desire," I said, sometimes dreams do come true and brought my fingers up to her to tease her some more. They slipped in easily and I felt her sex clench and subside, clench, and subside again under my ministrations. "Oh, fuck your good, where did you learn to do that? I am so glad your mine and we found each other. Now we must get ready as our dinner date is at seven with the others and, I for one do not want to be late," she said. I had heard nothing about this dinner date, but I knew Amanda would have been in her ear. Frustrated from lack of my sexual release, hurting from being confined and horny from the plug I rose, as she said, no more commanded, "Come help me dress, I've laid out our clothes and I think you will be in for a surprise." There was no mention of me being satisfied, just her knowing grin as I shifted uncomfortably and tried in vain to relax. While she showered and I looked at the clothes that Francine had laid out for me, which were always on the right side of the bed, with apprehension. "Oh, fuck me," I thought looking at them, "this is going to be one hell of a night." And so it turned out to be. On the bed was a ruby red gothic bustier that would lift my breasts high and proud with six long garters attached and it looked strangulating tight. There was a matching thong and a pair of fine seamed hose with wide garter tops. The accompanying dress was long and looked tight with a slit up the left side that I am sure would reach to my hip. The dress had a very low vee cut front that would show off my now burgeoning and I am sure high presented breasts. A black choker with a fine cameo lay to the side of the dress and Francine had laid out some stunning matching jewellery, earrings, and necklace to match in diamonds. The stilettos were black and tall and the whole ensemble would just say, "Fuck me." She came up behind me naked and slightly wet and slid her long hands about my waste and quickly down across my belly to my trapped sex. "You like?" she asked. I leaned back against her and sighed. "Are you sure it will fit?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "But I will need to help you with the bustier to get you down to the proper waist, let me put on some panties and we will get started," she said and added, "Do your make up while I get prepared." I did and as I was putting it on, she watched me adding, "Deeper shade of that, less of this, more mascara and make sure those lips are fuck me red." I shivered. She assisted me with the corset, god it was tight, her knee in my back and her panting as she laced me ever tighter into the boned constricting structure. In the end she stood back and looked at me with murder in her eyes, My breasts were supported and prod, the nipple rings straining forward, and my waist was hourglass tight, accentuating my hips and my ass. I slid the hose up my legs, no easy task when savagely squeezed into a corset like this and attached them to the garters. Next the thong. It put on the heals and stood and took up a posture, ass out, breasts forward, tummy slightly curving out, the sweep undercurve of my belly to my sex that gave no hint of my captured manhood. Then she helped me into the dress and with a bit of squeezing, pushing, and pulling I heard the zip and felt it constrict to my contours like a second skin. She adorned me with the choker with the cameo and the diamonds. "There," she said, brushing a stray hair away, "main course already plated." I blushed but could not help admiring myself in the mirror. She slipped an arm about my waist and we bumped hips. "Good enough to eat, maybe later." She giggled and bounced off to dress herself in a far more subdued style. Just before we left to join the others, I helped her slip in her plug and gave her clit a subtle rub as I was doing it. She mewed, "Oh baby later, if you still have the strength and energy left," she said with a wink. She punched the doorbell just before seven and the door almost immediately swung wide and there stood Amanda. Amanda looked us up and down and then said, "oOh my god Libby, David is going to pop a gasket when he sees you." She leant forward and kissed Francine on the cheek. "You look gorgeous too, Francine, so glad you could come and so lovely to have you. You are going to fit in so well, I just know it. Come and meet the others and thank you for looking after Libby in the East, we were just worried sick." She leaned back and her ravenous eyes swept over my head to toe, "looks like you fell into good hands there though, Libby?" she smirked. "Francine and I have been making plans with you in mind, but all good," she went on. I glanced at Francine and at Amanda who both looked like the cats who had the cream and knew I was far from safe here. Amanda slid effortlessly between us her arms going around our respective waists moving us forward into the main lounge area where the others were waiting. As we entered her hands casually slipped down our respective backs to our asses, lingered and rubbed the nub of the plugs. She was delighted and excited with her find. "Oh yes this is going to be a one hell of a night," she thought, as her clit tightened under her thong and she felt herself start to become moist. "God, I hope one of these two, especially Libby gets the call tonight," Amanda thought smiling turning over the permutations and combinations. The odds we good, the dice was cast, and she was ready, keyed up and wet, she could hardly wait let alone conceal her lust. They rose from their seats and I made the introductions all round. Everybody hugged and kissed and at the stroke of seven the silent alarms vibrated, and the conversations died for a minute while we all silently registered the beginning of the games. "Libby, you between the boys, Francine on David's left then Amanda and I'll sit next to Paul and Amanda and I'll settle in next to Francine," announced Celeste. Whilst we were eating every now and again either David or Paul would put a hand lightly on my leg and slowly ease it up towards my groin. I would shudder at the touch and gently let my legs splay so that they had access to my upper thigh where the feel of their fingers was electric and exciting. The meal was wonderful, the table talk great and the anticipation high. We discussed openly Francine joining the group and she agreed that nothing of importance was off the table although she said Libby and her would live together from now on in our penthouse. We would only associate together with members of the group outside our penthouse, unless we specifically initiated and invited others to join us. This seemed acceptable to the group and it was decided that Francine was indeed a great additional asset for the group. Francine spoke on behalf of us and I nodded by agreement. The meal was punctuated by quiet pauses as one of us came to grips with their personal comfort, but no one was forced to yield until just before desert, then... "Oh god, no, please," I gasped out loud as a particularly savage wave of vibrations swept through me. The conversation stopped in mid-sentence and all eyes turned to me, watching as I squirmed in my seat, a fine sheen of sweat developing on my upper lip. I clasped the edge of the table and leaned forward groaning with the ever-mounting sexual tension that was not abating and was in fact was spiralling out of control. I turned to Francine and pleaded, "Francine release me from this torture, please." She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Libby as I am new to the game, I do not know the code." Celest chimed in with, "Libby, I don't think anyone is up for that tonight I think you had better do the deed yourself." I looked around the table and saw that they were all like minds, a conspiracy, just as another violent surge coursed through me. "Oh, you bastards," I hissed and struggled to my feet, hobbling gingerly over to the wall and with some effort entering the code and hitting enter. The pressure subsided immediately and as I gathered my composure I turned back to the table and the group who each had on a satisfied grin. Some had more the look that a predator gets when looking at its next meal. "Now come on I said, that's not fair, I had to stop it, you know that and none of you would help me," I answered head down. Celeste looked at me and said, "No one ever talked about fair and if we decide not to release you then you have to ride it to the end no matter what. You on the other hand decided to terminate the process and in doing so you forfeit to the group and are beholden to the group for their pleasure and punishment. They are the rules, and you must obey them and the group rule," she stated. "All those that believe Libby should be reprimanded for her discretion please raise your hand." She added. Of course, mine was the only hand down. "Fuck me," I thought." And I was. "There we have it, democracy rules supreme, anyone for desert?" she asked. We had desert and then Celeste said, "Let adjourn to the bedroom and Libby can pay per pennants." Chapter eleven - Pennants We gravitated to the very large master bedroom and Celeste said to Amanda and Francine, "Strip Libby, and bring her over to the bed." In short time I was standing in my corset and stockings but without my thong, surrounded by the crowd. "Libby stand facing the bed on this side and spread your legs to where the clips are located on the base," Celeste ordered. The bed was high, almost waist height but when I separated and stretched out my legs to match the clips on the frame, I found that my hips and the bed height matched. David attached leather cuffs to my ankles, sinching them tight none to softly, then he produced from nowhere a long broad leather belt with a leather hoop at the top. He placed the hoop about my neck and closed the buckles at the back of my neck so that the strap lay down the middle of my back. When this was done, he roughly pulled my arms back and across my back pinning my wrists to the belt with strong leather cuffs but leaving my hands free to move. He placed a hand into the middle of my back and pushed hard and I was forced to bend at the waist and collapse face first onto the cover. "Oh, wow, tempting, I could have you right now," he said, "but first there is the pain before the pleasure." I turned my head to the side and there stood Amanda with a thin riding crop in her hands and a very menacing grin. "Now as a first demeaner the penalty is usually two strokes per person in the group so that makes twelve," she added. "Who would like to be the first batter up to the plate?" "Hey, there is only five of you and who makes up these rules," I whimpered looking at the riding crop. "Now Libby, you should always read the fine print," Celeste added with a smirk, taking the whip. "Now ladies and gentlemen, any lash not considered legal, in that is too soft will be repeated until the group is satisfied. The target area is below the waist and above the knees and the same area can only be struck twice," Amanda stated, "when you're ready Celeste, flail away." Celeste stepped back and to the side and gave the riding crop a test. I heard to sing through the air and shuddered. "Ok Libby, ready or not here I come." And she laughed with a wicked tone. I heard the whistle of the leather through the air and the crack of leather on soft rump. "ONE" The pain seared through my ass and I involuntarily humped forward burying my face into the covers. "Hmmph," I groaned and gritted my teeth determined not to scream out or worse cry. By "TEN" I was squealing loudly at every blow and tears streamed down my cheeks. "Please, please stop I'll do anything you want, anything," I sobbed. "Amanda brought her face down to my level and said, "Oh Libby that's a given, your ass is well and truly ours." And she handed to whip to Francine. "Now beat her into shape Francine, give no quarter and spare no pain." I looked up into those intense grey eyes and whimpered, "Please don't, no more." "A deal is a deal Libby, now take it like a girl," Francine smiled down. She stood up straight and leaned into it. "ELEVEN," she panted, and I could tell from her voice that she was on the brink, sexually excited to the very edge of orgasm. I screamed into the covers and wiggled my ass to try and dissipate the pain and started to sob, with huge gasping breaths. Her fingers drifted over the line of the last welt and I thought she was running a hot branding iron over my ass. "Oh, your ass is exquisite," she breathed, "so red and alluring and I believe that I can administer one more blow just there" she said and ran her sharp fingernail along the newly blazing welt. "No, no," I sobbed, "please no." "Shush, now Libby one more and then it's all over, well almost all over except for the fucking part, stay still now I wouldn't want to miss and hit something important, now would I?" she breathed. She wound up, the crop whistled again and came down exactly upon the previous strike line. "Oh fuck," I howled into the bed and sobbed even louder, humping the edge of the bed, my ass squiggling in a lude provocative fashion for all to see. Then I felt the cool cream being applied to my rear, first it sung then it began to sooth and I began to relax and coo under the soft stroking of the hand and the cool of the balm. I felt the fingers, moist and slippery go between my globes and massage me there. Then before I could react, they clasped the plug and in one swift stroke wrenched it from my ass and I moaned with surprise. I felt Francine hands about me releasing me from the chastity device and sighed with relief feeling the cool sheets against my cock. I squealed again as I felt the cool massaging fingers return to my centre. Then before I knew it, I felt that warm soft head pressing incessantly at my opening, rubbing me, seeking that most sensitive of points. Then the head was in and pushing hard. David pressed down on my back, crushing my arms between us, not that he cared, he was just focused on his cock that slid to the hilt into me until he was satisfied, and I was full. "Oh yes," he snarled. "Oh yes." He gripped my upper arms with his hands and began to fuck me hard. With each stroke his hip bones crashed into my sore ass and I whimpered, and he grunted, but he did not care or take any notice, as far as he was concerned his whole being was his cock in my tight ass. Then Francine flopped onto her stomach on the other side of the bed her head facing me, and there Paul stood between her legs his manhood rampant and throbbing. As Francine's eyes held my attention, I saw her expression of surprise and lust as Pauls cock drove into her without mercy and she whimpered and mewed with desire. I watched her as Paul fucked her and she watched me as David fucked me, both none too gently. Then the bed sagged once more and as Amanda slid her legs about me and planted my face in her cunny. I saw and heard Celeste doing the same to and with Francine. The licking, the sucking the writhing and the fucking went on and on and then someone let go and the flood gates opened for us all. David's cum seared into my welcoming ass, Amanda thrashed on the bed and her body rocked as my tongue worked its magic. Celeste grunted those sublime noises that she always did when she was lost in the throes of orgasm and Francine squealed as Paul roared and emptied his glands so deep in her warm wet cunny. I, still bound and helpless under David, tensed as my pinned cock suddenly released, pulsed, and squirted shooting its sticky essence across my belly, warm and wet. David crushed me into the bed with every ejaculation into me and I was forced to mimic his grunts with girlish squeals as we humped and came together. Slowly the noise ebbed away, and the ragged breathing became regular and low. David rested on my back as Amanda and Celeste dis-entangled themselves and I looked into those grey smiling eyes our chins both wet from sweat and the secretions of sex. She smiled and blew me a kiss. "I loved that, seeing you being fucked and being fucked" she said and squiggled back off the bed free from Paul. David's cock came free from me with a low sucking sound. He leant down and undid my bindings and helped me to stand. My back, arms and legs ached but my ass was on fire still. He massaged the arms and my back but did not touch my ass, just leant down and gave me a very passionate kiss, my wet belly sticking to his. "Now that will teach you not to disobey the rules," he said and then he swatted me on the ass. I jumped as if struck with a hot branding Iron. "Prick," I countered but there was no venom in my voice just the relaxed tension ebbing out of me. We all undressed, showered, and then slipped into more comfortable sleeping attire. We sat around having a night cap as couples do, with Francine's long fingers sliding up my leg and me shifting uncomfortably on the sofa to protect my still burning ass. At two we retired to bed, all six of us on the huge master bed, coupled and close like a pride of lions resting together and somewhere around three all could be heard was the gentle snores and contended whimpers as we lay together as a group. Just on daylight I came to the surface with the sounds of gentle mewing and sucking. I glanced over straight into the eyes of Amanda who was on top in a sixty-nine position with Celeste. Celeste could be heard gently nibbling and sucking at Amanda's sex. She stared at me a second and then blowing me kiss lowered her head back to Celeste's clit and began worshiping it. Her eyes never left mine though, she shivered and bucked her hips against Celeste's warm wet manipulative mouth. While watching I felt a weight between my legs on the bed and them being pried open. Before I could complain I felt the slippery head of a rigid cock slipped effortlessly between my bunds, found its desired target on me and pressed home. Paul sighed as his cock sunk deeper into me spearing me with its length and girth. I grunted and lay still accepting his cock deep into me. I turned sideways to see that David had positioned himself just like Paul but this time between the legs of Francine and as I looked, she moaned as David's phallus slipped home in that tightest of holes. "He's in my ass, wish it was you and oh god that's good," she mouthed and lent over and kissed me. Her left hand snaked down under her to her clit while her right burrowed under me finding me as hard as steel. Then the boys began to fuck us in unison while we kissed, and our tongues played. They were slow and steady, and our passions rose from their slumber slowly until the bed was rocking with the exertions of the three couples. We climaxed and slid back down that slope of desire finally resting again until late morning when we rose and said our respective goodbyes. My ass still stung, and I am sure Francine knew this as she not to gently pinched it at the entry of our penthouse. "Great friends, excellent company you have," she giggled. I just know I am going to love living here. I am all a tingle, and my cunny and ass are just loving it. We showered and spent most of the day resting and relaxing and reminiscing. Late in the day we retired to bed, and she lay back and luxuriantly spread her legs, wet, glistening and wanting. "Fuck me now, slow and hard," she ordered, "and don't you dare come until I say so or I will tan that lovely ass of yours again." I entered her in one long and slow thrust, my cock slick and hard her cunny warm, tight, and accommodating. We sighed together in that most intimate of acts. Later we lay together, with satisfied asses, cunny, and cock, what more could one want, or need more? And here we are today. Should these adventures be continued....