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Mummy and Me Ch. 02

By: Calandria2



This little series seems popular, judging by the response, so here goes with the continued saga of Tanya and her sexy mother.

My mother had suggested that she could be more inventive still, after she had excited me beyond belief, when she whipped me. I had never thought of myself as being a submissive -- I think that's the term, isn't it? -- but the agony I had experienced when she was flogging my naked back had somehow transmuted into a tremendous, intense pleasure, that was what people call, I think, a life-changing experience. As if finding out I was a Lesbian and entering into a passionate relationship with my own mother were not enough!

The day after my whipping, my mother and I breakfasted quietly -- not a word of the previous night's activities was spoken. But she phoned me at work: 'Are you alright, darling?'

'Yes, thanks, Jan, are you?' There was a long pause.

'Shall we meet for lunch?'

'Why not?' We agreed on the winebar around the corner from the office where I worked. When I arrived, my mother was already in a corner booth, a bottle of Shiraz open in front of her.

'I...I thought perhaps I overdid it last night?' she said -- a query.

'Oh no,' I said, 'After all, I asked you to do it.'

'Yes, you did, didn't you.'

'So,' I asked, 'What comes next? Or is that all there is?'

She put her hand on mine on top of the table. 'There are many more things we can do, darling,' she said, her voice low and almost seductive, 'You actually seem to enjoy walking around with your plug in, don't you?'

'Why, yes, it reminds me of....of.....I don't know.....it just feels sexy.' I finished lamely.

'There are, of course, other things I can have you wear.'

'Such as?'

'Restraint clothing,' she said, 'It actually turns me on to wear very tight skirts, and maybe we could try you with a corset? That's just one idea, but I have others, of course.' She laughed.

When I got home that night, there were two packages waiting for me. One was a small box, neatly wrapped.

'Open that one first -- it's for tomorrow,' said my mother.

I fumbled with the wrapping and took out a nice jewellery box. Nestling inside were a pair of items I at first thought were gold clip-on ear-rings, but when I took them out and saw the tightening screws and plates, I realised what they were.

'They're nipple-clamps!' I said, 'But they must hurt terribly.'

'Let's see, shall we, darling, slip your blouse off.'

My mother bent then and immediately started to suck my nipples, biting gently in the way she knew I couldn't resist, as the hardened and grew. Then she took the gold clips and screwed them down mercilessly, making me yelp with pain as they pinched my sensitive nipples unbearably. There was a fine gold chain to connect them, and when I looked at my image in the mirror, I thought they looked charming.

'You know,' I said, when the initial pain had subsided a little, 'I had wondered about having my nipples pierced.'

'Yes, darling, that would be lovely,' agreed my mother, 'But first get used to wearing clamps and when we get you pierced I'll have my clit done at the same time.'

'What,' I asked, 'is in the other parcel?'

'Oh,' she said, 'That's for when your back is fully healed. It's a corset.'

'But I've got a narrow waist already,' I protested.

'Yes, darling,' she said, pityingly, 'But this is going to really restrain you. A very tight-waist corset is extremely sexy, trust me.'

'I'm going to be in agony all day, with my arse, my nipples and now my waist - all tortured.'

'Yes, darling,' she said sweetly, 'And it will remind you of ........of......well, you'll see.'

But when we went to bed that night, slipping between my mother's satin sheets, she in her fur-trimmed baby doll nightie, me in a short white silk slip, we fell comfortably into each other's arms. There was intense pain for a brief moment when my mother released the nipple-clamps, and the blood ran back into the starved extremities of my firm tits, but my mother's mouth was soon working its magic there.

'Oh Jan!' I said, 'That's wonderful!'

Her tongue coursed down across my flat belly, and my hands stroked her soft, silky hair, as her knowing mouth found the pendant dangling from my super-sensitive clitoris, then her tongue was tracing the rim of my outer labia, and she suddenly used both hands to spread my pussy wide apart, then plunge her tongue deep into the hot wet pinkness of my eager cunt.

'Oh Jan, I love you more than life itself!' I murmured, and the feeling intensified, if that were possible, when she pulled out my butt-plug, and replaced its coldness with her warm, questing fingers, bringing me to the very brink of orgasm, then pulling out, teasing me, until I felt her fingers being replaced by a toy she had recently bought, a glass dildo which was really a column of spheres, gradually increasing in size as she pushed it into my eager, impatient velvet tube. It was a wonderful sensation, and I writhed and bucked as my climax approached -- then was there, in one tremendous, gushing, unbelievable moment.

For next few days, I wore the nipple clamps, and they certainly reminded me of my status. But what was, in fact, my status? Was I my mother's lover? Or her slave? I wondered, but whichever, I was happier than I had ever been in my life -- of that I was quite certain.

Then when we went to bed one night, my mother wanted to look at my back. I lifted the hem of my short silk slip, which was all I wore in bed.

'Hmmm,' she mused, 'I think I'll put you in the corset tomorrow.'

When I woke up, I reached over for my mother -- she wasn't there, and I was half asleep. I looked at the clock. Seven o'clock.

'Jan!' I called out, 'What's up? Is the house on fire?' She didn't usually stir until half past seven.

'No darling,' she laughed, from the bathroom, 'Come and have a shower, and after breakfast I'll put you into your corset. I thought we'd need a little more time.'

I crept out of bed and obediently got under the shower, then slipped on a robe and went down to take a grateful coffee.

My mother then took me by the hand and led me back upstairs, where she produced the package containing the corset, still unopened, with a flourish. She unwrapped it.

'It's white!' I said, somehow thinking all corsets ought to be black.

'Yes, darling, I thought you may just want to wear something white over it.'

She handed it to me. It felt very rigid, like a bundle of sticks surrounded by satin.

My mother offered it up to my midriff, and even before she buttoned it up the front it felt very, very tight. When she did this, my waist was pinched in sharply. I asked her how she had calculated my size.

'My dear, I know your body, I think, don't you?'

I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw a new me, with an hourglass figure, the whaleboned white satin garmnt leaving my breasts free, as well as my belly, framed by the long satin garter straps.

'You want me to wear stockings?'

'That would be nice, I think.'

As she spoke she was behind me, and what she did caused me to gasp loudly.

'Christ, Jan, what are you doing?'

'Darling, I'm tightening you in. You didn't think that was it, did you?'

'Oh Jesus, I don't think I can bear it, please!'

The pain was dreadful as the cruel corset constrained me terribly, and I didn't know how I should ever get through a day of this.

'But just look at youself in the mirror now, my love,' my mother, 'I just don't know how to keep my hands off you.'

I kissed her then, fondling her lovely breasts, and letting my tongue stud graze across her even white teeth, but she pulled away

'Come on, or we'll never get to work,' she said.

I put on a pleated blue cotton skirt and silk blouse, then busied myself with the unfamiliar task of rolling on a pair of dark stockings, clasping them to the garter-straps. When I stepped into my black patent stilettos, and looked in the mirror, I saw a very narrow-waisted image looking back at me. The effect of the corset was obvious, and I couldn't help wondering if my colleagues in the office would notice. When I experimented, walking up and down, sitting and bending, I was in considerable pain, though, my body feeling as if it were being strangled by the awful garment.

When my mother had dressed for work, I had another surprise. She wore a skirt I had never seen before -- it was black, knee-length satin, so tight around the hem she could scarcely walk, and a band of less shiny material about four inches wide was fastened there with a big silver buckle, so the hem couldn't be torn.

I smiled. 'So you are restrained too?' I said.

'I find it exciting, darling -- you get a lot of looks too.'

'From men, I suppose?'

'You'd be surprised, my love.'

We went to our respective offices like that for three days, and each evening our lovemaking was more amazing than ever, my mother taking delight in licking me to a squirming, writhing orgasm whilst I was still in my corset and stockings, then, when I was unlaced, the relief was tangible, and I brought Jan off in the way I knew she most loved, fingering first her warm, pink pussy, then the inviting cavern of her sweet anus.

Just when I had started to get used to the idea of restraint, and find myself being constantly aroused by it, my mother said one evening, 'Shall we give corsets and tight skirts a rest for a while? I do so like to ring the changes.'

So I went to work next day in a silky pleated, beltless dress, mid-thigh length, naked, of course, underneath. A sudden gust of wind would have revealed at least my dangling clit decoration. I felt sexier than ever, and a surprise awaited me when I got home. Although my mother wasn't really promiscuous, I knew that our relationship wasn't completely exclusive, but it was still unexpected when I walked into the house and saw two large suitcases in the hall, then, in the lounge, found a stranger sitting there.

She rose from her chair as I entered.

'Tanya,meet Xu-li,' said my mother, as the girl took a step towards me. She was, of course, Asian, tall and very slim, with jet-black hair even longer than mine, lovely almond eyes set in a pretty face, with eyelashes to die for. They didn't look false, either.

She was wearing a tight little white minidress, revealing long, slender legs, perched on high silver heels.

I looked a question at my mother, who explained. 'Xu-li has come to work with me, and has nowhere to live, so I suggested she may like to live with us for a time.'

'I am so very grateful to you, Miss Jan,' she said, in slightly accented English.

'I know, my dear, and after dinner, perhaps you'll get a chance to show your gratitude.' So saying, my mother stroked Xu-li's long, silken mane of hair, and let her hand linger on the girl's barely-covered rump for just long enough that her desire was clear. Xu-li, for her part, showed no sign of embarrassment, smiling at both of us before saying, 'Well, I'll go and unpack then. What time would you like to eat, Miss Jan?'

'Can you have something ready for us by eight, do you think?'

'Oh yes,' she said, and her heels clicked off as she went to collect her two suitcases.

'What do you think?' asked my mother, when we were alone.

'She's lovely,' I said.

'I'm glad you think so, darling. I think we're going to enjoy her.'

'But, is she our maid, or what?'

'More "what," I suppose,' laughed my mother.

'Oh, Jan, you're incorrigible.' I joined in with her laughter.

We laughed as we changed for dinner. 'Anybody would think we were in a high class country house,' my mother said, but neither of us liked wearing the same clothes all evening that we'd had on all day, so I put on a long, semi-transparent pale blue silky gown, all loose folds down to the waist, trailing on the floor as I walked, whilst my mother wore a white backless halter-neck creation I'd never seen before.

We sat at the table, and Xu-li appeared with steaming plates, right on cue. She had changed into a black silk flared minidress so short that I could see the lacy tops of her black stockings, and an inch of creamy flesh above them -- and that was before she bent over the table, when her shaven pussy was revealed quite clearly. She looked knowingly over her shoulder at me after she had placed the dishes, practically inviting me to touch her. I didn't. As she turned to go back to the kitchen, she glanced back at me over her shoulder and pouted.

My mother looked at me. 'I think we shall have to punish her, don't you?'

'Let's not frighten her off,' I said, 'she's rather pretty.'

'Tomorrow, then.'

'What do you suggest?' I really didn't know..

'Oh, I think we should tie her up and cane her, don't you?'

'I think we ought to tell her first, Jan -- she may not like the idea at all.'

'Oh, I think she will.'

When S

Xu-li came back to clear the table, my mother said to her, 'I've decided you should be punished, my dear, you won't mind, will you?'

'Punished, Miss Jan?'

'Yes, my dear, punished. I think I shall cane you tomorrow.'

'Yes, Miss Jan,' she said, and actually gave a delicate little curtsey, holding the hem of her tiny skirt in each slender hand. And she looked at each of us in turn as she cleared the table.

When she had left the room, I said, 'Shall we let her sleep with us tonight, Jan?'

'You dirty bitch,' she said, 'But then, you are my daughter. Why not?'

And when Xu-li was invited to sleep in our bed that night, she showed no more emotion than when told she was to be punished.

Mum and me were already between her satin sheets, she in her white, fur-trimmed baby-doll, me in my blue silk slip, when a hesitant knock sounded at the door and in stepped Xu-li, in a long maroon silky nightie, her hair in a loose cascade down past her waist.

'Let's have a look at you then,' said my mother, as we both turned towards her. She understood, but seemed shy as she slid off her spaghetti shoulder-straps. I saw why -- she was almost completely without breasts, practically pre-pubescent, so that I said, 'Just how old are you, Xu-li?'

'I am twenty-three,' she said, her eyes downcast, 'I never have had titties. Perhaps you don't want me now?'

I looked at her slim form, with her small, rounded buttocks, and the flat stomach, with a deeply-cut, clean-shaven crack. I held my arms out to her. 'I think you are perfectly lovely, Xu-li.'

'I have no titties, but my nipples grow hard, like...like....nuts, when you touch.' To demonstrate, she kneaded them herself, and they visibly grew, hard, dark knobs on dark aureola, but practically flat. I took her slender wrist and pulled her towards us on the huge bed, a slim, bony contrast to my mother's silky smooth curves. But there was a contrast to Xu-li, as I soon found. Her boyish body may have been slim and almost hard, her ribs defined as she climbed over between us, but when she spread her long, slender legs, and deliberately opened her labia with two fingers of one hand, her moist, pink cunt was revealed, warm and inviting when I explored it with my fingers, just asking for the tonguing she was about to receive, as my mother's head plunged between the Chinese girl's thighs.

'Oh, Miss Jan!' she cried, 'Yes, YES!' and writhed as I tried out her statement about her nipples, and found that they did, indeed, grow hard and sharp as I bit them, causing Xu-li to squirm still more. It also reminded me that I was soon to have my own nipples pierced, and couldn't help wondering just how terrible the pain would be. But just now there was a more than pleasant distraction, as I felt Xu-li's long fingers find first my clit-ring, give a little, playful tug, then she was masturbating me as if I were doing it myself, with perfect rhythm. I was close to cumming, and just found time to share the moment with my darling mother, thrusting three fingers deep into the velvet tunnel of her peristaltic anus. I seemed impossible, but I swear that we all came at once, and lay together in a sweating, satisfied tangle, then slept, dragging satin sheets over us, until morning light.

Next evening, Xu-li showed no sign of nervousness, even though she knew, as she served dinner, what was to come.

'Clear the table, my dear,' said my mother, and we waited patiently while she did so, then my mother fetched four lengths of rope she had prepared from the bedroom.

'Undress, and lay across the table!" she told the Asian girl, then, 'No, you can leave your stockings and shoes on.'

The girl lay face down over the table and I tied her ankles to the bottoms of the legs at one end' while my mother tied her wrists to the tops of the legs at the other. So spreead, she offered, I thought, a lovely vision, her pink pussy open and moist, her long black hair trailing across the table-top.

My mother produced a thin bamboo cane.

'I'm going to hurt you,' she said, and I remembered her using the same words to me when she had whipped me. 'How many strokes can you take?'

'As many as you wish to give me, Miss Jan,' replied Xu-li.

'We'll see,' said my mother, and drew back her arm, delivering a vicious stroke which raised an instant red welt, but drew only a faint gasp from the Chinese girl's lips. I was amazed by Xu-li's resistance to pain, as she squirmed in her bonds, and moaned gently as each cruel stroke striped her buttocks and upper thighs.

After perhaps twenty strokes, my mother put the cane down on the table, and said to me, 'Bring the girl off, Tanya, darling, she's ready!'

I took from my mother the glass dildo she was holding out to me, and thrust it straight into the Chinese girl's soaking vagina, causing her to scream loudly, and shudder violently, as a massive orgasm flooded her, and her fluids squirted copiously over me.

'Jesus,' I said, ' She is something, isn't she?'

'I had a feeling we were going to enjoy Xu-li,' said my mother, as she untied her.

Next day my mother and I had arranged a day off for our piercing. I was terrified as we went to the same place where I had had my tongue and clit done. The girl who met us there, though, was new, a younger woman, chubby but attractive, wearing a pristine lab coat. She waved us into the inner room.

Mum first. We'd already decided that her clit was too small to take a ring, like mine -- she was going to have a 'hood job.' So she wasn't half as nervous as I was, and, in no time at all, with, she assured me, very little pain, she was the proud possessor of quite a large silver ring, which would hang nicely from her clitoris-hood.

But then -- oh shit! -- it was my turn, and I took my place in the dreaded chair, and slid down the elasticated neckline of the peasant blouse I had worn for the occasion, revealing the rather perky breasts of which I was quite proud.

'Are you sure you can't give me any anaesthetic?' I asked the girl.

'Quite sure,' she said, 'I need to tease your nipples to erection so that I can pierce them.'

We chose -- or rather my mother chose -- gold bars with a hanging semi-circular loop, then the girl told me to relax. Fat chance of that, I thought!

At least I wasn't kept waiting. The girl -- I never asked her name -- took hold of a nipple, quite gently. My nipples have always responded instantly, growing long and taut. Then, without warning, I felt a bolt of excruciating, sharp pain, worse, I thought, than anything I had ever felt, as she pierced the sensitive nub, leaving the long needle in place, then deftly replacing it with the gold bar I was to wear. The second nipple, if anything, was even worse, and I almost blacked out for the brief instant it took, but then she was smilingly showing me my newly-decorated breasts, the little gold chains hanging from the bars that now penetratated my nipples.

'You must take care of them,' said the girl, handing me some antiseptic solution, 'And I'd recommend that you keep them in place all the time -- unless, of course, you replace them with rings or something. But stick to gold, I would.'


Mummy and Me Ch. 02



The next few days were quiet, my sore nipples had to heal, as did my mother's clit-hood, but we slept together, as usual, making gentle love. My mother always preferred anal intercourse, anyway, so her pussy-ring was hardly a problem. As for Xu-li, we enjoyed toying with her as she served our meals, but then banished her to her room. She once begged my mother to cane her again, but her request was refused. 'We don't want you to be permanently marked, darling,' said my mother, 'Perhaps we'll whip your back one day soon -- we'll see.' Then, after Xu-li had left the room, my mother turned to me, and said, 'You know, I think it would be amusing to shackle her, don't you?' There was, it seemed, no limit to my mother's inventiveness or imagination. But the image grew on me, and I decide I liked the idea of her serving us, shackled, like a slave. Without telling her, my mother produced -- God only knows where she bought the stuff -- a bag containing wide leather buckled anklets, each with a stout metal ring set in, and a length of chain a couple of feet long, with snap links either end.

'Come here!' she said to Xu-li that evening, after she had fetched us our pre-dinner sherry, 'And sit down.'

'Put her anklets on, darling, will you?' she told me, handing me the bag, and Xu-li giggled when I did so, but looked just a touch less happy when I cliped the chain in place.

'Now I am really your slave,' she said, and her tone of voice was neither question nor statement.

'You will wear this every evening,' said my mother.

'Yes, Miss Jan,' said Xu-li, without further comment, and shuffled out to prepare the meal, the chain dragging between her high heels.

As a refinement, I suggested putting her in a collar and attaching a leash, and my mother agreed readily, producing a broad leather studded collar, to which she attached a length af silvered chain. We lost no opportunity to tug Xu-li towards one of us whenever she approached the table. But the Chinese girl was still hungry for more punishment, saying that she had never had another orgasm like the one she had had when she was caned.

My mother confided in me, 'I rather enjoy whipping, more than caning, if truth be known -- it has a sort of medieval appeal, don't you think?'

I smiled, 'So you'd like to whip Xu-li?'

'Mmm, I think so.'

'I've always been against violence, you know,' I mused, 'But when you whipped me............'

'I know, darling, it's different, isn't it?'

'Somehow, yes, and Xu-li seems to be so turned on by pain, doesn't she?'

'You too, I think?' she said. I didn't reply.

'So we shouldn't deny her, then.' My mother smiled, and we kissed hungrily then, both our minds, I think, focussed on what we would do to Xu-li.

My mother loved to play with my nipple-rings, knowing that they gave me a sensation of erotic pain it was impossible to descibe when she tugged at them, then she begged me to lap her crack with my studded tongue, which I always did, then thrusting my fingers deep into her gaping arsehole. She always came almost instantly, but generously returned the favour, bringing me off by working my ringed clit, and plunging her tongue into my wet cunt, until I came in a soaking, screaming orgasm.

Su-li was impatient to be whipped. I day-dreamed in the office, thinking of how, in such a short time, my life had changed completely. No time at all ago, I had been living what you might call a 'normal,' heterosexual life, with the occasional boyfriend. Then I had gone out with my mother. We had met Niki, together with my workmate Madeleine, and -- hey presto -- my Mum was now 'Jan' and my lover, or my mistress? And we had a real live sex-slave in Xu-li.

'A penny for 'em,' said a voice behind me. It was Madeleine, leaning over my shoulder, so that I could see her small, pointed, braless breasts under her loose blouse.

'Right now, I'm suddenly thinking about your tits,' I said, and she laughed, a nice, deep sound.

'Before that?' she asked, 'You were deep in thought.'

'If you must know, I was wondering about all the changes in my life.'

'You mean, becoming a Lesbian?'

'That, yes, but there's more.'

'Tell me.'

'Not here,' I said, 'Perhaps we could have a bite of lunch together?'

So an hour or so later, we sat in a wine bar with a bottle of Shiraz and a sandwich, and I told Madeleine all about my whipping, and how I had reacted to it, but didn't mention Su-li.

'Wow,' she said, 'And I've seen you in restraint gear, haven't I? Or am I mistaken?'

I looked down at my drink, and blushed. 'I'm a slut,' I murmured.

Madeleine laid a hand on mine. 'If you ever feel like a change, darling, you know where to find me.' Her other hand was stroking my knee under the table, a feeling I found far from unpleasant. 'I'll remember that,' I said.

When I got home, Xu-li was, as usual, dragging her chains between her ankles as she prepared the table for our dinner. She looked up and smiled when she saw me. 'I'm going to be whipped tonight,' she said, as if she had said she was about to receive a present -- I suppose that was how she viewed it, after all.

'Put something nice on for dinner, darling,' said my mother, We must preserve some sort of ritual, I think, don't you?' I nodded dumbly, but knew what sort of thing she had in mind.

I changed into a long, black, transparent nightdress, through which my nipple rings and the pendant dangling from my clit could be clearly seen, then took the usual care with my hair and make-up. When I got to the table, my mother was already there, sheathed in white lace. We made quite a contrast. She showed me a huge hook that she had screwed into the wall. 'That's where we can suspend her while we whip her,' she said, in a matter-of-fact way, as she ate her dinner. I was starting to feel a little nervous about the 'we.'

My mother seemed to be in no hurry after dinner, and Xu-li served us coffee, then waited, kneeling beside my mother, who held her leash in one hand as she sipped coffee from the other.

After a while she stood, and pulled the maid quite gently to her feet. 'It's time, my dear,' she said, 'Undress!' I watched as Xu-li slipped off her tiny skirt, and my mothr released her leash so that she could take off her silk blouse. She was left in only her black lace stockings, a minimal black satin garter-belt, and her five-inch patent heels.

'That's fine,' said my mother, and taking up the leash again, led her to just beneath the hook. 'Stand there!' she commanded, and went over to the sideboard, returning with a length of rope.

'Give me a hand, darling,' she said to me, 'Tie her wrists together, and leave a length free to loop around the hook, will you?'

'Do we really have to tie her up?' I asked, 'She wants to be whipped, after all.'

'She may not realise how much I shall hurt her,' said my mother. I went ahead and tied her wrists firmly, leaving a couple of yards of rope free. I wasn't at all sure about this.

But then my mother took charge, threw the loose end of the rope over the hook and pulled until Xu-li's arms were tightly stretched above her head, then, standing on tip-toe herself, tied the end of the rope off around the binding of the girl's wrists. Her back view presented a picture of submission, arms stretched above her head, her ankles still shackled.

My mother stroked Xu-li's back, then lifted her heavy, long mane of black hair over her shoulder to leave her pale back bare. She spoke quietly to her, so that I couldn't hear, but I heard Xu-li's reply: 'Yes, Miss Jan, please, Miss Jan.'

My mother went unhurriedly to the sideboard and returned with a braided leather whip, with an ornate handle. I had no idea where she had got it. She showed it to the Chinese girl, and asked her to kiss it, which she did readily. Then, without further ado, she took two steps back and there was a loud swishing noise as the leather thong flew through the air, and struck Xu-li's naked, tender flesh around the middle of her back. Apart from a tiny gasp, there was no sign that she had felt anything, but an instant red line showed across the width of the girl's back. I found myself getting excited and aroused as stroke after stroke fell, making a ladder-pattern between Xu-li's shoulder-blades and her stocking-tops, now drawing moans from her and causing her to writhe with each cruel lash.

Finally my mother had finished. 'Untie her!' she told me, putting the whip on the table. I did so, and the Asian girl was in my arms.

'You poor, poor thing!' I whispered, as I led her to the sofa. But she smiled enigmatically at me from under her curtain of black hair. 'I am very happy,' she said.

'Happy?' I asked, incredulously.

'Oh yes, Miss Tanya, I have two times orgasmus,' she said. I shook my head, but as I turned away, I saw my mother was smiling triumphantly.

Later, when Xu-li had been sent to bed, I asked my mother if she too had enjoyed the whipping.

'Of course, darling,' she said, 'And I think it excited you too, didn't it?'

I couldn't deny being aroused by the sight of the girl's naked, writhing body being lashed, and the sound of her moans, but I seiously doubted it was really 'my scene.'

And when, as we lay in bed after making love, my mother quite casually remarked that she was thinking of branding Xu-li with a red-hot iron, I pulled away in horror.

'You can't be serious, Jan,' I said, 'Can you?'

'Oh yes, darling, just like in that film.'

It was then that I knew I was going to leave her. It was a step too far for me -- OK on film, perhaps, but I'd had enough in real life.

My mother idn't seem too put out when I told her next morning that I was going to find an apartment. I think more than half of her was only too pleased to have Xu-li to herself.

In the office, I sought out Madeleine. How lovely she looked, I thought, in a short, silky print dress with a lacy hem. Her hair seemed longer now, around shoulder-length, and a lovely shade of chestnut, but it was her long, slim legs that really took the eye, perched, as ever, on incredibly high needle heels, in which she seemed quite at home.

'Ca I have a word?' I asked.

'Of course, darling,'

'Would you like a flat-mate?' I came straight out with it.

I suppose I expected her to jump at the idea. 'Er...well, it's a bit ....awkward,' she said.

'Oh?'

'You see, I've got, as you know, a big place, but........well, how can I put this?'

'You don't want me.'

'Oh, darling, I'd love to have you living with me, but three's a crowd.'

My mouth must have dropped open. 'You've got a man!'

'Oh no, well, not exactly,' she looked at me for a long time, as if trying to decide what to say, then said, 'Cindy is a shemale, who has been with me a few weeks.'

'A......what!?'

'A girl with a dick.'

'Of course, I know what a shemale is, b...but, you've got some guy with fake tits living with you, right? Is that what it amounts to?'

She laughed. 'I can see you're gonna have to meet Cindy -- how about this lunchtime?'

'I don't know if I want to, really, Maddy.'

'Look, Tanya, I promise you, you're in for a surprise, and -- well, if you get along, we can take it from there, okay?'

So it was that Madeleine and I sat in the wine bar at one o'clock, at a corner table for three, waiting.

Shortly, a tall, slim young girl, with long, straight brown hair, wearing a dark blue business suit with a pencil skirt over black stockings and patent heels, weaved her way towards us between the tables.

She bent over to kiss Madeleine, bringing a whiff of expensive perfume -- Guerlain? I thought so. I noticed also that she wore a discreet diamond tongue stud.

'Meet Cindy,' said my friend -- I was lost for words. She was the very picture of feminine elegance, and when she spoke, her voice bore no trace of masculinity. Like us, she ordered a glass of Merlot, and we ate the house special -- I was too absorbed by Cindy to remember what it was -- picking at it delicately with long, perfectly manicured fingers. I warmed to Cindy instantly, and we talked about the things all girls talk about, I suppose -- clothes, make-up, and so forth, then she glanced at her watch and said, 'Oh God, must go, see you tonight, Maddy,' then, 'Really nice to meet you Tanya.'

'You too,' I said, and meant it.

'Well,' said Madeleine, 'What do you think to my "man with fake tits" now?'

'Oh, I'm so sorry, darling,' I said, 'She's lovely, isn't she?'

'I knew you'd think so. She has told me her story. She was christened Gavin, but was slim and delicate, played with dolls and always wanted to dress in girls' clothes. At twelve, she left home and went to live with her aunt, who understood, encouraged her to 'become a girl' and sent her to a girls' school. She has, by the way, a degree, and holds down a good job with a local solicitor.'

'But she really has a cock?'

'Yes darling, she could have had the operation, but prefers to stay as she is.'

'So she can.........?'

'Cum? Oh yes, and she does, too.'

'Wow!' I was trying to get my head around this, when Madeleine said, 'So?'

'So - what?'

'So, are you still interested in being our flatmate?'

I laughed. 'If you still want me, and if Cindy does, I'd like to give it a try, Maddy, yes.'

That afternoon, I waited after everyone else had gone home, as I knew my mother was taking Xu-li out for dinner, then I went home, and collected two suitcases full of clothes, and called a cab to take me across town to Madeleine's apartment. They had both changed out of their working clothes when I got there, Madeleine into a long, rather hippy-style indian cotton dress, while Cindy was wearing a slinky long dark blue gown with a loose-fitting top and tight skirt. I felt instantly underdressed, and said so.

'We shalln't be eating for half an hour or so -- you've time to change,' said Madeleine, 'I'll show you you your room, shall I?'

As she helped me up with my suitcases, she told me that they usually changed before dinner -- 'just to get out of our working gear, you know.'

So I conformed, stripping off, and slipping on a long black silky dress I usually went partying in. It was halter-necked and backless, so I wore nothing underneath, apart from a fine silver chain around my waist. It wouldn't do to create a bad impression on my new flatmates.

Dinner consisted of an Indian take-away, that Madeleine had ordered, and we drank beer with it, chatting amiably. But there was a kind of ritualistic sexual formailty about our little gathering, all wearing evening dress, as if it was a little orgy, waiting to happen.

When she had cleared away the remains of the food, Madeleine said, 'I know Tanya is all agog, to see what you've got under there, darling,' to Cindy, 'Wait until I put some music on, then you can give us a little show, eh?'

Cindy rolled her big, beautiful eyes at that, but when Madeleine put on the Jane Birkin/Serge Gainsbourg oldie 'Je t'aime,' still a sure-fire turn-on after all those years, she stood up, and slowly started to move to the music. After a little while, she started to smooth the hem of her tight, silky skirt up her long, black-stockinged legs, which seemed to go on for ever. Her eyes were on me, mocking me gently, as the hem reached lacy stocking tops, pale flesh and thin satin garter-straps, then matching blue satin panties. In a swift movement, she lifted the loose top of her dress up and off, letting her long, soft brown hair fall about her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, smallish and pert, with prominent aureola, and kissable nipples. I thought her whole body adorable. But she was hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and when she pulled them down, an incongruous, impressive cock sprang to attention, subtended by a pair of very normal-looking balls. She grasped her cock with one long-fingered, long-nailed, very feminine hand, and pumped it lovingly, still watching me for a reaction. But the first person to react was Madeleine, who got slowly to her feet and relieved

Cindy of the hold on her rampant cock, taking it in both hands and kissing Cindy on the lips passionately as she did so, looking sideways at me. I was conscious of beecoming very rapidly wet through, my breathing barely under control, as the scene unfolded before me, and I knew I was going to have to join in.

The two girls -- I could only think of Cindy as a girl; she was remarkably feminine in all bar one aspect -- were on the sofa now, Cindy in garter belt, stockings and heels, Madeleine naked, her slight, lithe body straddled over Cindy's, her crotch being lapped enthusiastically by her new friend, while she caressed the rigid cock with both hands, and bent to lick its glistening crown, drawing a moan from its owner. I slipped out of my gown and crouched between Cindy's widespread legs, kissing Madeleine with a resonant clicking of our studded tongues. She handed me an orange coloured butt-plug that had been waiting beside the sofa.

'Go on,' she said, 'That's what she wants!'

When I started to work the tip of the big cone into Cindy's anus, she groaned loudly, and Madeleine took her cock deep into her throat, sucking hard. I pushed the lplug deep into her arsehole.

'Oh, God, yes!' I heard Cindy shout, twice, then Madeleine pulled away, leaving a hand to pump her, so that I could watch her cum. And cum, she did, great gushing, oozing streams of glutinous jizz, as she shuddered and writhed with the sheer force of the orgasm. I was utterly amazed that someone so obviously feminine could produce a male orgasm so fantastic. We sat down to have a drink afterwards, three girls together, and Madeleine said to me, 'I thought of myself as one hundred percent gay until I met Cindy; now I'm really not sure about anything any more.'

There was a lot I wanted to know, but mainly: 'Have you.....I mean, has she...?'

'Has she fucked me?' She laughed, and for an answer said, 'Would you like her to fuck you?'

I looked at Cindy's lovely face, and her perfect body. 'Yes, I think I would like that very much.'

By mutual agreement, we each retired to our own beds that night, and, as I slowly and deliciously masturbated myself to sleep, I thought about the new delights I had in store, between the lithe, slender body of Madeleine, and the novel eroticism that Cindy presented. The future was looking good.