1 comments/ 42795 views/ 11 favorites Sheila's Delight By: Sheila_TSSub Chapter One It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe and I took on all comers in partners pool. We drank Budweiser long-necks, sang poorly at the top of our lugs and flirted with the girls. Two redheads from out of town were the main attraction for the afternoon and while I am truly harmless it seems to be my manly duty to flirt. I was in the middle of just such a duty when the front door opened to a collective moan -- sunlight and heat crowded into our cave. I couldn't tell who it was because of the glare, but she was wearing a long brown peasant skirt of very thin material. She wore high heel boots and a forest green halter-top. Hugh bare breasts jiggled provocatively beneath the loose fabric. They looked familiar and they should have they were Rachael's -- my wife. She had firm, natural "C" cups and she loved to show them off in public. She walked by me with a contemptuous glance and not one word. Every eye in the room was on her as she slid her long slender frame onto a stool at the far end of the bar. She ordered a Scotch neat looked at me through the mirror behind the bar and tapped a beautifully manicured index finger on bar twice as if she were making a command on her computer. I could barely stand, week with fear. I was a few minutes late getting home, but she had never made an issue unless she had instructed me to do something. This time she was pissed. Right here, in this most sacred of places for me, the shit was about to hit the fan. "Hi, honey" I said as bravely as I could. Rachael slapped me firmly and said. "Don't hi honey me you slut and don't eyeball me." I was never supposed to look at her eye to eye, but I had never been around her under these conditions and in public. "Yes, Mistress Rachael" I said dropping my eyes to her feet." My friends that were not stunned into silence were snickering between themselves. The big bad Carl was a wimp. Rachael took a sip of her drink and said. "Remove your boots." This was going to be the pits, but she and I both knew I was going to do her bidding. I pulled my boots off. "The socks." Was my next command and there I stood, my manicured French tips shining through charcoal hose. Rachael reached in her bag and handed me a short black pleated skirt. I pulled my jeans off revealing a black silk garter belt; smooth shaved legs and charcoal hose with seams up the back and little red bows at the top. My thin charcoal panties revealed I was wearing a CB6000 chastity device. My genitals were shaved smooth but for a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair above my clitty stick. I was beyond embarrassed and in tears as I slipped on the skirt. At least, it covered some of the humiliation. Some of the guys, former-drinking buddies, were cat calling and asking for more. As if to answer their requests Rachel reached in her bag and came out with a black lace front-closure bra dangling from her right index finger. I removed my shirt to reveal a black silk teddy with spaghetti straps. I pulled it over my head. My chest, tummy and pits were smooth shaved. A piercing, that had been my first, dangled from navel. I put the bra on to an increasing chorus of howls from my "friends". I inserted mastectomy pads into the little 36 B bra cups, and donned a sheer white blouse. I was beginning to wonder if Rachael had our kitchen sink in that bag when she produced black patent sandals with 6" stiletto heels. Rachel finished her drink and ordered another, indicating this ordeal was not near over. She stood, gathered all my male clothes, walked over to the trash bin and dropped them in, including my boots. She turned on her heels and without a word returned to a seat at the table nearest where I was standing. Before she took a seat she reached under her skirts and removed her white lace thong. From her chair she held it to my nose. No further instruction was required. I dropped to my knees, lifted her skirt and crawled underneath. It was safe between her legs. The light filtering through the thin material was just enough to see my prize. Her fat outer lips engulfed her inner lips and hid her clitty. She was smooth shaven but for a sliver of hair above her opening. Using the flat of my tongue I lapped, like a little puppy, up and down her opening. She was moist and delicious. There is only one thing that tastes better than Rachael's hot moist pussy. She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed me into her. That was my signal to get more serious about my task. I slipped my right thumb inside her and kissed the sensitive places where her thighs met her smooth flat tummy. I blew a little breeze across her clitty the flicked it with my tongue. She lurched and moaned. I sucked her little bead of nerve endings into my mouth and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She wrapped her legs around my head, crossed her ankles and started to squeeze. She was crushing my head as she bucked and wiggled, but I was on her clitty like a leach. She would climax before I released it. "Would anyone like to fuck this bitch while she is on all fours?" I heard Rachel ask. She had climaxed and my face was wet. She pushed me away from her clitty, but kept my head in a grip. The best I could tell nobody moved, so she asked. "How about a blow job? This bitch can suck the nails out of a two by four." Again nothing stirred. I guess my friends decided to take pity on me that one time. Rachel released me and pushed me back hard. I fell backwards on my ass. "You worthless bitch." She said as she stood, straightened her skirts and left. I couldn't believe the condition I was in. Silently I crept behind the bar and wiped my face with a wet towel. I retrieved my clothes. My keys were gone. I searched the trash bin, but no keys. Looking at the floor, I asked. "Could anyone give me a ride home?" George Cotter, whom I'd known for fifteen-years said he would and asked if I wanted to change. I didn't see the point so I declined, anxious to get the hell out of there. I followed him out to his car like a whipped dog. As he pulled out of the parking lot he said. "I'll take that blow job now." I was stunned, what an asshole. At least I wouldn't have to talk so I unzipped his pants and got his cock out. It was small, cut and slender with an upward curve. He was wet with pre-cum when I put him in my mouth. It didn't take much work on my part and he filled my mouth with his cream. A few drops spilled on the seat. I swallowed the rest and then without a second thought I scoped the drops off the seat with a finger and placed them in my mouth. Waste not want not even if the guy was a first class jerk. I licked his cock clean, put it back in his pants and sat up in my seat. Not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. When we got to my house, better make that Rachel's house, he pulled up the drive, I got out and went inside. Chapter Two Rachel was sitting at the bar sipping on another neat Scotch, a thin black cigar burned in the ashtray next to her. Her skirt was bunched above her knees reveling her long beautiful legs. "I hope you enjoyed your trip to the bar. You will be spending a lot more time between the legs of a real woman and often it will be in public. Do you understand?" I didn't really. I'd been cuckold for a couple of years, but she had never suggested there could be female lovers for her or for me. However, I said. "Yes Mistress." How did you get home?" Rachel asked. "I couldn't find my keys so George Cotter brought me." "For a price?" She asked with a sly grin. When I didn't reply, she dismounted and walked over to where I was standing and slapped me very hard. My eyes were down and I didn't see it coming. It staggered me; I fell against the couch and hit the ground. "I asked you a question, Bitch." "Yes Mistress. Yes he made me suck his cock." "I know." Rachel said. "I paid him." She pointed to a corner across the room and said. "Kneel in that corner." I heard what I assumed was Rachel return, but couldn't determine what she was doing. I'd been in the corner for 30-minutes or so when she said. "Go to your room and follow the instructions on your bed." My room was the former guest bedroom. It had been redone in pink with white trim. Ruffles and lace were everywhere and the walls were covered with pictures of male strippers, their flaccid cocks hanging provocatively from their perfect tanned bodies. There were no doors on my room. Carrie Ann was not allowed privacy and there were lots of mirrors not for vanity, but to shame me for what I had become. The first item on the list was -- Clean yourself. Not referring to a nice warm bath, of course, but to an enema. That was a frequent daily chore. I stripped out of my clothes, hung up the skirt and blouse, put the bra, panties, hose and garter in the dirty close bag. I hand washed these items every other day. I filled the 2-quart bag with a scented oily ingredient that mixed with warm water to for a milky cleanser that went in me smoothly most of the time. I used a double Bardex. I put it inside me, pumped the balloons up and laid down on a large bathmat next to the tub. There was always pain and cramping, but the Bardex offers no options. The full two quarts was going in me and it did so fairly quickly. While I held the solution for the required five minutes, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and applied White Shoulders lotion to my hairless body, put on deodorant and White Shoulders perfume. I'm not required to smell strongly of perfume, but I use the scent in its various forms and it is not "Old Spice". Once the fluid was expelled, I put a super tampon in me and returned to the list. Sure enough the second item was put a tampon in you. It always struck me as odd for my wife to insist I wear a tampon. Oh well, I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer anyway. Down the list I went. The white spandex high-cut briefs were closer to a girdle than panties. They had the additional duty of holding my CB6000 back between my legs. They were trimmed in lace and had breather panels down both sides. The bra matched the panties, was made of spandex and was front closure. The blouse was of a very thin material with a larger open collar and three button sleeves. The details of my bra were clearly visible. The gray trousers had pink pin stripes and were elegantly tailored in year-round wool with a side zipper. My waist is fairly small for a male at 32" and my caboose is a shapely 38". In most cases I wear a size 10T. These trousers had been lengthened in the crouch to provide additional space so my clitty stick cage wouldn't ruin their drape. The belt was thin pink leather with a delicate silver clasp. I have a narrow foot for a male wear a size 9.5B or 10B in ladies shoes. The shoes for this outfit matched the belt. They were pink leather, open-toe, wedge sandals with I.5" heels. The strap between my big and index toes featured the same delicate clasp. There was no jewelry and all my identification, credit cards, keys and cash were in a stylish pink clutch purse. Rachel had thoughtfully included a delicate lace handkerchief and a spare tampon. I never really used makeup and while my hair was on the long side it was cut in a male style parted on the right. When I entered the den, Rachel turned and took a long look. Pointing toward the fireplace she said. "Walk over there, turn a couple of times and come back. You know runway style." When I had done as instructed. She said. "I want you to practice putting more up and down motion in your hips as you move. It will help if you try putting one foot down directly in front of the other. Otherwise, it just the look I wanted." She picked a lipstick up from the bar and said. "Put this on and we will be ready to go." Go exploded in my head. I had reached for the lipstick, but I froze. I momentarily looked at Rachel, terror in my eyes. I quickly dropped my eyes, but the damage was done. "Listen you fagot, don't even think about disobeying me -- ever. From now on you are my sissy sex toy. If I say jump, don't bother to ask how high, just jump as high as you can. Right now I'd like to take my cane and turn your ass into hamburger. I don't have time right now, but if you do one more thing to piss me off and I'll take the time. For the moment, let me give you a taste of one of the ways your punishment will take in the future. Rachel turned and pulled her skirt up. She had not put her thong back on. She bent forward and said. "Clean it." I went to my knees, spread her ass checks and began licking her anus. "French it." She said. My tongue went deep inside her rectum. After a moment she stood and asked. "How did you like that Carrie Ann." Still on my knees I responded the only way I dared. "Thank you Mistress Rachel. It is a pleasure servicing your beautiful ass." "Just remember, you displease me and I may never need another piece of toilet paper. Do you clearly understand?" "Yes, Mistress Rachel." "I hope so, the next time I need to pee I'll elaborate." She said, offering the lipstick again. This time there was no delay. I accepted the lipstick, stood and went to the mirror behind the bar. I wiped my lips with a napkin and wished I could brush my teeth or gargle. I applied the coating to my lips. It was a wet pink and caused my lips to glimmer. We drove to the Springdale Mall in silence. Rachel parked close to the front entrance and waited for me to get her door. She preceded me through the mall leaving a trail of discussed onlookers in our trail. She was in her element, a rich bitch with her sissy trophy-husband in tow. I really embraced this role, but I had just never been so exposed before. My clitty stick was drooling as I practiced my hip swing. Our arrival at Victoria Secret caused quite an initial commotion. Rachel was calm and deliberate about her task. Because of the problem between my legs she started with panties. She asked the salesgirl to join us in a fitting room to show her the problem. I wiggled out of my trousers. The thin, tight fitting panties left no question what the problem was. The young woman was more embarrassed than I was, but recognized a big sale in the making. Her nametag said Sheila. Rachel and Shelia carefully inspected the inventory for panties with a wide crouch that also had a matching bra. Every time they found a match, Rachel took every color they had, but not before I held them to my body to be sure "the color looked good on me". They had a limited selection of garter belts they thought looked good with the panties. Rachel added them to my pile. In front of Rachel and Sheila I tried on teddies, nighties and gowns. Each of the other salesgirls was offered, and accepted, an opportunity to act as a judge. By the time we were finished each young woman got to see a sissy up close and personal. Giggles and red faces turned stories of female domination with Rachel as the queen bee. Rachel selected a couple of tube tops and a couple of sheer lace tops. Glancing at her watch she noted it was getting late. We checked out and Shelia helped us get our loot to the car. We went back in with Sheila, who had confessed to being a lesbian during the process. She and Rachel kissed unabashedly for several minutes in front of the store and agreed to meet for dinner the next Tuesday. I had a feeling I would soon be between Shelia's lovely legs. Rachel escorted me to a kiosk near the food court and informed the young man she wanted my ears pierced. He smiled obligingly and I took a seat. Rachel stood and watched as he put three holes in each ear and filled them with silver studs. He took every chance to feel my crouch and finally got to the cage. Looking at Rachel he said. "You have the sissy caged." Rachel acknowledged in the affirmative and asked him to step over to where she was standing. They whispered back and forth and then he returned to where I was seated. With Rachel on my left shoulder and the young man blocking the view from the other side, he undid my blouse and unsnapped my bra. With practiced skill he cleaned and pierced my left nipple. After the quick stabbing pain he put a barbell stud in the wound, kissed the nipple, kissed my lips and then applied a small dressing. They swapped side and repeated the process on my right nipple only this time the kiss lingered and he pushed his strong tongue inside my mouth. When he broke away, I was ready to suck his cock on the spot. Alas it was not to be, Rachel paid him, I arranged my clothes and we left for home. When we got home Rachel told me get undressed and join her in her bathroom. She was wearing a sheer white gown and was stunning. At such moments I longed for our early relationship. I was the man of the house and we fucked with hot passion virtually every day. I knew I would never fuck her again, much less be a man. She had me lie down in her shower stall. She removed her gown and lowered her sweet slit toward my mouth. When the yellow stream began to flow It finally dawned on me that she intended to keep her promise from earlier. The piss was scalding hot and coming in buckets. I tried to swallow a mouth full, gagged and spit up. There was no time for thinking the second mouthful went down, but the torrent continued. My face was drenched. It was up my nose and stinging my eyes. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth up to meet her tiny hole. I convulsed and this time voided my stomach. I was an incredible mess, but still the hot liquid kept coming. Somehow I managed to gulp a couple of mouthfuls down before she finally stopped. "How was that?" She asked. "Thank you." Was all I could muster in response. "Clean me." She said. I began licking her; apparently the submission was all she wanted. She stood and started the multiple shower-heads. Urine and vomit ran off us and down the drain. She washed her hair as I soaped her body clean. Dressed in long flannel gowns we had a pleasant evening together, watching TV and having a light dinner with wine. We shared some Scotch before retiring and I enjoyed a deep sleep. Chapter Three The next morning I awoke refreshed. My nipples hurt, but not all that bad and my ears were fine. I made breakfast of French toast and peppered bacon while still in my flannel gown. Rachel was pleasant and kept up a pleasant conversation talking about articles in the newspaper. As she finished her breakfast she casually said. "I'd like you to quit your job and become my maid." I was stunned. I had to say something quick. I had to accept the ultimatum. I wasn't sure I wanted to be maid. It would mean I could live as a girl full time. I wanted to be a girl. I wanted to be a girl. "Yes Ma'am." Came out as casually as had her statement. "After you clean the kitchen, clean yourself and take a shower. I'll put some clothes on your bed." I didn't mind cleaning the kitchen. As a matter of fact I couldn't think of what I didn't like about being Rachel's maid. Maybe I could be called her domestic assistant. After all when you drink a woman's piss it seems silly to object to cleaning her toilet. Having sold myself on my new station in life, I went to my room and put the Bardex in me. It's strange I guess, but I love to prance around with the bulbs banging the backs of my legs. I love the pressures and pains of the fluid going in me and the release is orgasmic. Being told I have to have an enema is like being told I have to have a hot fudge sundae. My next fun for this magic morning was to shave my legs in he shower. There is something especially feminine about shaving your body hair. Smooth skin looks and feels total different -- different better. Sheila's Delight The outfit consisted of a beige lace top that stopped just below the bottom of one of my new beige bras. My khaki shorts had a banded waist, wide cuffed legs and a back zipper. The belt and thong sandals were natural brown leather as was the darling little Dooney shoulder bag. When Rachel asked if I was ready to go, I was and we set off in her convertible with the top down. I was still a tranny, a sissy and a slave, but I felt different. I didn't feel I had to worry about other people. My Mistress would protect me. It was a weird sort of freedom because I was in bondage. We went to the same mall, but this time we started in Dillard's. It didn't take Rachel long to ferret out a friendly salesgirl and begin our shopping spree. She wanted me to wear stockings with seams so we started there. The girl's name was Kelly. She and Rachel would hold colors against my bare legs and decide what looked good. In the end I had three pair of six different colors. The frightened transvestite of just the night before was gone. A giddy transsexual female had taken his place. I had an opportunity any girl would dream of, the opportunity to buy all new clothes at one time. No matter what my future held the next few hours would be one of the highlights. The three of us went to a dressing room were I was told to remove my shorts. Kelly was fascinated with my cage and fondled it. To my surprise Rachel produced a key and allowed Kelly to remove it. Several months ago I found a source in China for the old fashioned Kotex belt and pads. Rachel asked. "Do you have a tampon in you?" "Yes, Mistress." I replied "Put this on." Rachel said as she handed me my belt and pad. While I was doing so, Kelly mentioned she was wearing one too. "You mean you're on your period?" Rachel asked. "Yeah, yesterday." Kelly said. "I want him to eat you. Do you mind?" Rachel asked gesturing at me. "I'd love it, but I'm a bloody mess." Kelly said. "Maybe you better get some wet towels." Rachel said. Kelly was back quickly. I was laying on the floor with my head next to the door in full view of passers by. They spread a large red bath towel under my head and upper body; Kelly wiggled out of her jeans, removed her panties and positioned herself over my mouth. I got a full view of her bleeding slit. It looked like rare beefsteak and smelled unpleasant. I had done this for Rachel, but it was wild to be between the legs of a lovely young stranger during her period. It was exciting I pulled her to me and started licking. She tasted like blood with something even more copper tasting added. I found her clit, but didn't get on it. I wanted this to last. It turned out I wasn't the only one that wanted this to last. Rachel had removed her shorts and panties and was leaned against the door offering her pussy to Kelly. The offer was accepted and while I ate out Kelly she munched on Rachel. After our mutual culmination I was a bloody mess and both girls were covered in perspiration. It took a few minutes, but we got cleaned up and dressed. From the smiles, I'd say everyone enjoyed themselves. We decided to have a latte and relax before we started our shopping. Kelly and Rachel agreed we would start in lingerie. I needed a black strapless and a white long-line brassiere. We bought three firm, cuff-top brief girdles with detachable garters in black white and beige. When I wear a Kotex pad, panties and a girdle it feels like my clitty stick is gone. Slips seem passé, but we bought a couple. We found three suits. A light gray with a pink pinstripe was a metro-style with a shawl collar and an above the knee fitted skirt. The tan suit featured a light blue pinstripe, an A-line skirt and slit sleeves on the jacket. My Navy blue had a gray pinstripe, a long double-breasted jacket and a short pencil skirt. And so it went, department by department. Shorts, jeans, swimwear, tops, skirts, trousers, sleepwear, it was beyond decadent and that was before we even got to shoes and purses. We selected 28-pair of shoes, several Dooney & Burke purses and a selection of Coach purses. The bill would have been the equivalent of a third-world countries GNP, but to Rachel it was only money. I just assumed she had a plan and went on shopping. The three of us took another short break and over a fruit smoothie decided another trip to one of the dressing rooms would hit the spot. I really enjoyed this second coppery tasting excursion through Kelly's lovely bald pussy. The initial apprehension was gone and I concentrated on bringing her off. She apparently was also more comfortable servicing Rachel's pussy. There had been no indication if she was bisexual or lesbian, but both girls enjoyed a couple of hard climaxes. Between Kelly's juices and her menses my face and hair were a wet matted disaster. Rachel decided I should go to the men's bathroom in the middle of the mall and clean up. I didn't hesitate, despite the fact that I was certainly not in a condition to be out in public. We reconvened our shopping excursion in the jewelry department and started with earrings. My piercings were too new to use but we bought various combinations of studs, hoops and shoulder dusters. Rings, bracelets, a couple of watches, anklets and even a couple of toe rings contributed to the haul, but the coup-de-grace was an elaborate faux diamond engagement and wedding ring set. Rachel said. "With this ring I thee enslave. You may kiss my feet." I, of course, complied, on my knees, right there on the floor of Dillard's. Because of the sheer size of our purchase, Rachel decided to have a courier pick up our stuff and deliver it home. We said our good byes to Kelly and left the store. Predictably, our next stop was the beauty shop. Rachel and I received mani-pedis. I got acrylic fingernails in a modest length and both my finger and toenails were done with thin French tips. While the girl was washing my hair she found a couple of clumps in my hair and asked what I'd been doing. I said nothing. My hair wasn't long enough to do much with so Rachel decided on a wig. It was a darling blond bob with forward flips on both sides that covered my jaw line. She told them to dye my hair to match the color. Next, we both had a massage and a facial. It was late afternoon and Rachel decided to go home while the girls at the shop showed me how to do my makeup. We stepped into the restroom; she re-installed my cage and kissed me on the lips. It was the most affection I'd seen from her in a long time and caught me a bit off guard. "Take a cab home, when you are through here." Rachel said. I wasn't to learn till later that she had removed my money and credit cards from my purse. I finished my "makeup" lesson and the girls in the shop call me a cab. With the wig and makeup I was considerably more feminine. I admired myself in the store windows and a couple of guys turned to look at me, but not with discuss this time. For sheer fun I went to the ladies room and changed my tampon. I'd never been in a real woman's restroom before and I had to literally force myself to leave, but the cab would be waiting. The driver was a tall, slender young man and he said. "Where to Ma'am?" That was another first and I was quickly beginning to enjoy my new role. As we were pulling into Rachel's house I realized I had no money. I asked the driver to wait and tried to unlock the front door. The night latch had been set and Rachel was watching from the front window. She put her thumb in her mouth, removed it, smiled then turned and left. Setup or not there was my option. I returned to the cab. "Sir, I'm very sorry, but my wife took my money and won't let me in the house." The cabby shoved the door open and said. "What kind of crazy shit are you trying to pull lady? Are you trying to stiff me with this wife crap? It's my money or your ass." "Again, I'm sorry Sir, but I guess it's my ass. I have no money." I looked him in the eyes and added. "I can give you an IOU or a blow job." He stared at me for a long time before walking to his cab. He got in the back seat and started loosening his pants. "Well?" He said glaring at me. I got in on the other side and knelt in the floorboard. It was rubber and very uncomfortable, but his cock had my attention. Like him it was long, slender and very black. The head was pink and slightly smaller than the shaft. He flipped my top up and used both hands to rip my bra apart. He was wide-eyed in disbelief. Slapping my tiny studded breast with the back of his hand, he said. "You're a damn queer." After a moment he grabbed my hair. It came off in his hand. He flung the wig out the door on my side, grabbed a hand full of my real hair and screamed. "Your going to wish you had given me my money." He pulled my face to his cock, but I was not resisting. I wanted to taste him and feel him inside me. He forced my throat open with his meat and bucked his hips. I gurgled and gagged, but it was just a distant noise for me. My nose was in his wiry hair. I couldn't inhale. His thumbs were on my throat. I could feel him inside me and outside me. I was growing faint, but remained a rag doll in his hands. He pulled a foot of cock out of my throat and started cumming in my mouth. I needed to breathe and swallow at the same time, but he just kept squirting. His cum poured out of my mouth and onto my chest and clothes. Sated, he said in a low growl. "Get out." I started backing out. When I turned there was Rachel with her video camera. She allowed me to pass so I picked up my wig and went to my room. I was sitting there quietly when she entered my room. "What do you think about being a woman now?" Rachel asked. I didn't answer. How could I say I enjoyed what he did, if I did? My eyes beseeched her not to force me to answer. "Get cleaned up, put on your gown and meet me in the den." Rachel said. Chapter Four Over the next few weeks' real changes were happening in my life. I now began every day in the bathroom with the Bardex pumped up inside me. Enemas were an obsession; a way of life and an incredible turn on. I dress in a sports bra, a pink leotard with my cage between my legs, white socks, white leg warmers and white sneakers. A short pink skirt helped to hide the area between my legs. Thus attired, I jog to a center that is doing electrolysis on me. They started with my face. I like to shave my pits and legs, but I need my face and torso done. My hair is so light and sparse it will take a lot less time than for most men. A light workout, just to tone my muscles, and a rub down with oil and perfume complete my morning and usually has me home by 10:00 AM. My housekeeping duties keep me busy till lunch and I'm required to stop and watch Days Of Our Lives with my luncheon salad. My afternoons are used according to notes from Rachel. I go to the grocery, the bank, the cleaners, the drug store or whatever she needs done. These days I dress as a girl for these forays and rarely encounter even a sideways glance. By 3:30 or 4:00 I start preparing items for Rachel's dinner, which she likes, served at 6:00 if she is home. I never know if she is coming home, but cocktails and dinner are always ready. One afternoon, I received a small package addressed to Rachel and after her first Scotch and soda she told me to strip. She tied me very securely to a straight-backed chair and put a black bag over my head. She rubbed my chest with something that was very cold and removed my nipple studs. Next came a feeling of pressure or weight and then silence. Before she went to bed Rachel removed the restraints and bag to reveal that I had a new pair of glue-on breast forms. "I wanted you to get used to the weight." Rachel said. "Put on a nighty and meet me in my room" The reason she wanted me to get used to weight seemed obvious, as did the trip to her bedroom. For Rachel her nighttime orgasms were a tranquilizer and I got a chance to test the adhesion of my new breasts in a familiar spot -- between her legs. Another innocent little package produced hormones and Rachel put me on an immediate regiment. A trip to see an urologist set up by Rachel ended in an appointment to have my testicles and scrotal sack removed. Other surprises included a belly button ring and a tattoo on my right shoulder. It looked a lot like a naked Tinkerbell except with big colorful butterfly wings and flaccid cock. My conversion to femininity was moving forward at warp speed and I really enjoyed most of it, but I didn't want to lose my balls. The bottom line -- I was powerless to resist. At Rachel's instruction, I boxed all my male clothing. Dressed in a mini-skirt, strappy sandals with 5" heels, a transparent short sleeve blouse that showed off my breasts and tattoo, no underwear and my cage I delivered all the boxes to Goodwill. My ear holes were ready for rings. Most of the time I wore a diamond stud in the top holes, small silver rings in the middle holes and large silver hoops in the bottom holes. My hairless, well made up face was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish from a natural girl's. Several weeks into my conversion, Rachel brought home a big gift box with a pink ribbon and bow. "This is for you Carrie Ann." Rachel said. Oh, thank you, Mistress Rachel." "Go in your room and put it on. I want to see how you look." Rachel said. It was a uniform. There was a pink satin and lace corset with full coverage cups, adjustable straps and three garters per side. The hose were white mesh with back seams and precious little pink bows at the top of the seams. The shoes were white patient leather pumps with 4" spike heels and open toes. The panties were pink spandex covered in rows and rows of white lace ruffles. The skirt was mid-thigh length pink satin. It flared provocatively over one satin and four crinoline half-slips that tied at the waist. There was a smart little white satin cap. White leather cuffs with "D" rings attached to my neck, wrists and ankles. The belt was a wide white leather also adorned with "D" rings. Each of these items attached utilizing small locks for which I had no key. Once I was dressed I felt the most feminine and submissive yet. "You're just precious Carrie Ann. Jeff is just going to love your look." Rachel said. The word exploded in my mind -- Jeff. Who was Jeff? Was he to see me like this? Was he going to do more than see me? "Thank you Mistress." I said. "Make me a Rob Roy on the rocks and be sure there are at least two six-packs of long-necks in the refrigerator." Rachel said. The doorbell was ringing when I returned with the cocktail. I didn't have to be told to answer it. A look in the hall mirror revealed wet pink lips, silver eye shadow and my short blond bob (it was now my real hair). I opened the door to a man in his late 30's or early 40's in a short sleeve dress shirt and slacks. "Well, you must be Carrie Ann. Rachel said you were cute and I agree. I'm Jeff Mallard." He didn't offer a hand and walked past me in the living room. Rachel met him. Jeff said. "Hi, baby." "Hi, darling." Rachel said. She was all over him, arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily and pressing her body to his. She was literally of the ground in his powerful arms. When they finally calmed down Rachel asked. "Would you like a beer?" "Well, that wasn't what I came for, but it's a good start." Jeff said. With a twinkle in her eyes she cooed. "What did you come here for?" Without hesitation, Jeff looked at me then Rachel and said. "To fuck you, baby." "Ooh, that's what I want. Get the beer Carrie Ann." Rachel said. When I returned he was in a chair and she was curled up on the couch. They were talking about their day as if they were an old married couple, which they may have been, but not to each other. I gave him his beer; he refused the offer of a frosted glass. I stood awkwardly beside Rachel until she said. "Sit on the floor by Jeff and rest your head on his leg." With Jeff stroking my hair like I was his favorite lap dog Rachel continued, but the subject switched. "Isn't my husband the most obedient little slut?" "He looks more like a woman than I expected, as a matter of fact it is hard to believe he has a cock." "I'd say it is more of a cockette. Show him." Rachel said. I stood, lowered my panties and exposed my shaved, caged clitty stick. After Jeff got a good look, I pulled my panties up and resumed my previous position. "It isn't much, certainly not enough to properly satisfy a real woman like you." Jeff said. They both laughed and he added. "I can't imagine being caged." "She's easier to control that way, but she won't have to wear it much longer. I'm having her balls and scrotal sack removed." Jeff suddenly pulled his hand back as if he were touching a pile of dung. "And he agreed to that?" "As soon as she discovered what I wanted, she begged the surgeon to do it and sucked his cock to seal the deal. I can hardly take her out in public she is such a cock hound." Rachel said. His hand softly resting on my head again, Jeff asked. "What will it do to him?" "In combination with the female hormones I have her on, her body will become more feminine. Her breast and hips will enlarge and the curves will soften. Her skin will be softer and since she is already having electrolysis she will be virtually hairless. Her "pussy" will be soft, hairless and tight." Rachel said. "What about his dick?" Jeff asked. "It will shrivel up and become useless over time, but she won't care. She won't have enough sex drive to get a piss-ant hard. Her whole life will center on service to me. The taste of cum and the stimulation of her pussy will be her new sexual obsessions." Rachel said. "Well, why don't you just cut his dick off?" Jeff asked. "I'll delight in showing friends that she is not a real girl and how subservient she is to me." Rachel said. Jeff held an empty bottle in my face and said. "Get me a beer." Rachel held up her glass and said. "Me, too." When I returned the conversation was still concerning me. I returned to my spot at Jeff's feet. "Well, so what's he going to do for us tonight?" Jeff asked then added. "Watch?" "He's going to do whatever you want my precious." Rachel said as she moved to sit in his lap, her back to me. "If you want she will stand on her head with a hot poker in her ass." Rachel kissed him and ran her fingers through his hair. When she broke the embrace she said. "Would you like a suggestion?" Jeff grabbed a handful of Rachael's hair. He didn't jerk her head back, but he did exercise some control. "If I start taking your suggestions do you think I'm going to end up like him?" "Oh my God, no." Rachel said in apparent sincerity. "He was never a real man, like you." "Okay my pet, what's your idea?" Jeff asked. "I've been thinking about this night forever. I want her to get you hard by sucking your cock. Then I want her to hold the petals of my pussy apart with one hand while she holds your cock in the other hand and guides you inside me." Rachel continued by musing out load. "My husband guiding another man's cock into my pussy." Then she said. "If you want she can give you a rim job while you fuck me. When you are finished she will clean your cum out of my pussy. How does that sound?" "Well, it sounds to me like you don't care much for this pussy boy." Jeff said. "Actually, Jeff darling, the more I control her the more I love her. I can't imagine my life without her." Rachel said. "Well, okay baby if that's what you want let's get undressed." Jeff said. It was twenty or thirty minutes later when Rachel finally straddled my head, put her flushed pussy to my lips and released her creamy load. I eagerly licked and sucked at her glorious hole trying to get every drop of fluid out of her. I'd eaten her pussy many times and she had many orgasms, but this special for both of us. Meanwhile, Jeff was kissing her and mauling her breasts. Rachel shuddered from a long, powerful climax and collapsed onto her side glistening in perspiration and sated. Sheila's Delight Jeff was a regular, but there was also Curtis, Fred and Manny. The routine was the same only the dicks changed. My role as maid, sissy, ass licker and cum bucket was repeated time and time again. I was in heaven. Everything about my life was wonderful. I wanted more, but this was literally a dream come true. Chapter Five My life was all about Rachel. She was my alpha and my omega. I was devoid of responsibility except the list of chores she gave me each morning. She came and went at her leisure and I adapted to her needs, desires and caprices. The night came when things changed. It was Fred's third visit. He had fucked Rachel hard twice and seemed up for another when she asked him to fuck me instead. I guess they had discussed this possibility because he was all over the idea. My virgin pussy was about to be used. He told me to get on all fours without my panties. For some reason clear only to him, he got his belt and beat me with it fifteen or twenty times. Rachel finally asked him to stop. With that he spit on my pussy hole and shoved his big ole cock inside me. He was ferocious. He had made love to Rachel. He fucked me hard and enjoyed doing it. He wanted to hurt me, but I wiggled my ass and squealed with delight. That night I became a real girl. After my Orchiectomy I was very inactive for a couple of weeks. I liked the looks of my smooth testicle-less clitty stick and it was obvious immediately how much more comfortable I was going to be with it tucked back between my legs. I'd worn the cage so long it seemed the mass was less than a third of what it had been originally, which it probably was. Rachel spent the night out a couple of times and invited a few guys to her house for dinner and sex during my recuperation, but for the most part I stayed in my room. One night she was very drunk, came into my room and deposited a large sticky load in the general direction of my mouth. The next morning she told me my duties would return too normal and I was ready.