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Lady Christina's Toy    by Sissy Slave

     I receive a call from my Mistress, ordering me to her home. I arrive
in record time, and kneel in front of her with head bowed, waiting her
instructions. "Do you recall the Lady Christina?" she asks me with one
raised eyebrow. I quickly think back, and remember a friend of Mistress
who was at the Party which I served as Maid last week. (That adventure is
laid out in PARTY.ZIP on this board!) I try to remember the names of the
dozen or so women who were there.
     "Was she one of your friends that I had the pleasure of serving last
week Ma'm?" I meekly ask.
     "Why yes she was, Sissy." Mistress tells me. "And she and I have
chatted today. Apparently, she enjoyed your performance last week. Let's
see, as I recall she said you were a 'darling little bitch'", Mistress
said with a smile.
     "Please give her my thanks if you wish Ma'm" I respond, blushing.
     "Oh, you should be able to do that yourself" I am told. "She has a
little trip planned, both business and pleasure I believe" Mistress muses.
"She will do some business, and you will provide her with any pleasure she
wishes. She has asked that I loan you to her to use as a maid, secretary,
general servant, or whatever she wishes to use you as. The thought pleases
me, and we are going to her home now so she may interview you to determine
if you will be suitable to the task at hand. Should Lady Christina find
you unsuitable for any reason" Mistress says ominously, "I will be MOST
displeased!"
     "Yes Mistress," I manage to squeak, "I will strive my utmost to
please."
     "Very well Sissy," Mistress purrs. "You may rise, and we shall go."
I stand and follow Mistress to her car. She drives us to an area of the
city filled with large and graceful homes. Pulling into the drive of one
home, she swings the car around sweeping curves and through well tended
gardens into a secluded car port. She has not spoken a single word
throughout the drive, and I am quite nervous at the ordeal ahead of me.
What if I am unable to please the Lady Christina? What will Mistress do?
How severely will I be punished? Besides the unpleasant thought of the
punishment itself, the mere thought of failing my Mistress in anything
causes me great distress. As I hurriedly exit the car and quickly follow
Mistress to the door I resolve to do whatever I must to be accepted by
Lady Christina.
     Mistress rings the bell to the massive polished oak door. The door
opens, and a stunningly beautiful woman is framed in the doorway. I
immediately remember her as being at the party last week, and know in an
instant this must be Lady Christina.
     "Hello Tina," Mistress smiles, "I have brought Sissy over so you may
see if she will be acceptable as your servant on your trip."
     "Why thank you, Dear" Lady Christina responds, as the two women
embrace, "I truly appreciate the kind offer to use your slave."
     "Sissy," Mistress tells me, "This is the Lady Christina Lynne."
     "I am greatly honored to be allowed to meet you Lady Christina," I
say meekly. Turning to me, her eyes lose the warmth they held when
speaking to my Mistress, and take on a cold hard look, although there is a
faint trace of amusement there also. She looks at me for a few moments,
and I begin to shift nervously.
     "Strip!" she commands suddenly.  Involuntarily, I jump to remove my
clothes. I have my shirt off and am pushing my pants down my legs before I
even realize how quickly I jumped to obey this imperious woman. I glance
at Mistress, and the smile on her face shows that she wants me to obey
whatever commands Lady Christina sees fit to give me. I am still amazed
and confused by my instantaneous obedience. I ponder the fact that I did
not even consider the order, or if my Mistress wished me to follow it, or
any other issues at all. Lady Christina spoke, and I jumped. My body
quivers at the power and authority of this woman.
     My clothes are laying in a heap on the doorstep, and Lady Christina
is intently watching me. I get the impression she is not only examining my
body which is standing in front of her door, naked to her inspection, but
is also assessing my attitude, and subservience. She walks slowly around
me, her eyes missing nothing.
     "I see he has not shaved his body in a few days" she says to my
Mistress, obviously observing the stubble covering my pubic area, chest
and legs.  Not a word spoken to me, the clear attitude is that I am my
Mistress's possession, and the two women shall determine what is to be my
fate.
     "Yes Tina," Mistress tells her. "I felt it might make Sissy's
preparation easier for you."
     "You are correct, it will" Lady Christina responds, "I thank you for
considering it. You are also to be congratulated on his training," Lady
Christina continues. "He appears to be quite obedient, although I suspect
he is a tad nervous standing naked on my doorstep." she smiles.
     "Perhaps," Mistress responds with a slight shrug. I positively glow
at the compliment Lady Christina has given to Mistress. At no time do I
even consider that I should be commended on my obedience. It is right and
proper that all praise or honors go to Mistress for her exacting training.
After all, one does not praise the dog who performs well, one saves that
praise for the trainer who trained him.
     "Let us continue this inside." Lady Christina says, holding the door
open for Mistress. "Follow her." she tells me curtly as Mistress steps
through the door.
     "Yes Lady Christina" I instinctively respond as I am already stepping
toward the open portal. As I walk through that oaken archway, I realize I
am entering a new and very exciting aspect of servitude. I am now a slave
to be given and used by whoever my Mistress deems appropriate.  I once
again resolve to please Lady Christina in all things.
     Leaving my clothes in a heap on the doorstep, Lady Christina follows
us through the door, and shuts it behind us. As I look around I am unable
to control the gasp which escapes my lips. The house is gorgeous. We are
standing in a formal living room decorated in impeccable style. Through a
doorway I see the formal dining room, with polished table and chairs that
would easily sit twenty. The hardwood floors are well waxed, and partially
covered by the most beautiful Oriental carpets I have seen. Not only is my
breath taken by the beauty of the house, but my mind floods with thoughts
of the amount of effort necessary to maintain such a home.
     Remembering how the Lady Christina first saw me, in my role as Maid,
I imagine myself being required to maintain and clean the house as well as
picturing myself serving (and servicing) the people who would be seated at
that dining table.
     Lady Christina smiles at my lapse, but says nothing.  She walks
through the living room as Mistress and I follow. She leads us through the
living room, through a library and into a solarium. My relief at being
allowed into the house evaporates as I stand in the middle of a room
filled with white wicker furniture, and with walls and ceiling of glass
panes. The only wall which is not glass is the wall holding the doorway
through which we just entered from the main portion of the house.
     There is another woman on the couch as we enter, and Lady Christina
introduces her to Mistress as Lady Christina's sister, Ann. "So this is
the sissy?" Ann asks Mistress and Lady Christina.
     Before any answer is made, Mistress turns to me and demands that I
answer.  I panic, not knowing what role this woman will play or how to
address her.
     Taking a deep breath, I bow my head and respond, "Yes Miss Ann."
Glancing up, I see a slow, calculating smile spread across Lady
Christina's face.
     "Well answered" she nods. Turning to Mistress she continues, "You
truly have done a marvelous job with him. You have actually managed to
train him to respond properly in a situation requiring some initiative. I
believe I like that!"
     "Thank you" Mistress answered graciously. "I believe he will be
suitable for your purpose."
     "Yes," Lady Christina mused thoughtfully, "I do think he will
suffice.  How about it Ann, will he do?" I absolutely failed to understand
the last remark, but knew better than to ask. Miss Ann circled me with a
very intent expression on her face, and examined me more thoroughly than
Lady Christina had done.
     She ran her hands over my legs, and instructed me to stand on my
toes, and ran her hands over my legs again. She put both hands on my waist
and squeezed, slid her hands to my hips and squeezed, and again around my
chest. I had become hard while standing at the doorway outside, and Miss
Ann even examined my cock and balls, and pushed them back between my legs
while running her hand down my pubic area. She actually smiled when she
let go and my cock sprang out and quivered a bit.  I could feel myself
blushing, as her smile embarrassed me more than any spoken comment could
have.
     Finally, she placed her hand under my chin and turned my head from
one side to the other as she minutely examined my face.  Letting go of my
chin, she turned back to Lady Christina and said, "Yes, I think I can do
it. He has some very good potential. His face is well structured, with
high cheekbones, and smooth cheeks. He should be extremely pretty. His
legs are also pretty well formed. They should look very sexy in heels and
hose. I am afraid his body doesn't have too much curvature for the torso.
He is quite slim, and there is not even much at the waist to compress,
plus the hips are very slim, although his ass cheeks are well formed.
     "All in all, if we build up his tits a bit, I think his legs and
face will carry him even with the other shortcomings." I was absolutely
flabbergasted. I could not believe what I was hearing. Was she really
speaking about me? My mouth actually dropped open sometime during this
conversation.
     Lady Christina had been watching me very closely, and was obviously
pleased at my reaction. "I see you didn't tell him what the situation was"
she smiled at Mistress.
     "No," was the response, "I merely told him you wished a servant to go
with you for a trip. It was all he needed to know.  I felt you might wish
to inform him of the exact details." I knew that particular smile which
spread across Mistress's face, and knew this was something she was greatly
relishing.
     "Yes," smiled Lady Christina, "I do believe I would like that."
     Lady Christina sat on the couch, and curled her legs under her. I
could not keep my eyes off this beautiful woman who reclined at such ease,
but with such sensuousness. She demanded I stand before her and I
instantly complied.
     "As your Mistress has told you," she explained, "I will be going
away.  I plan to be gone for two weeks. I often have to travel, and have
become bored with the usual hotels and other accommodations. I have made
arrangements to have a small, but properly furnished, apartment suite. I
will not have time to do the myriad of chores necessary, and do not like
to place myself at the mercy of improperly trained help. I was not sure
how to resolve this unfortunate situation until I attended your Mistress's
little party last week.
     "After having an opportunity to asses your proficiency as a Maid, I
realized that you would be ideal to accompany me.  I spoke to your
Mistress, and she has been gracious enough to give you to me." Lady
Christina said, smiling at Mistress, who nodded back.
     "The difficulty I had" Lady Christina continued, "Is that a female
domestic is absolutely essential. Not only does it stop any idle gossip
which would certainly arise should I have a live in male domestic, but it
greatly amuses me seeing you as a sissy feminized Maid. This is where Ann
comes in", she said, smiling at her sister who was still staring at me,
deep in thought.
     "Ann is a beautician, and she will transform you completely into a
woman before we leave. I must have a completely female domestic, as I may
wish to entertain while we are away and may or may not wish to expose your
true gender to my guests. Also, I may wish to dine out on occasion and I
do not enjoy eating alone. In that event, you will be expected to
accompany me as a female friend. Do you understand?"
     "Y-y-y-yes Lady Christina" I managed to stammer. The enormity of what
I was being commanded to do had me at a complete loss. "I will do my best,
but I have never appeared in public as a woman and am not sure I can do
it."
     "Oh, you will do it" smiled Lady Christina. "It would be just too
humiliating if anyone found you out.  Besides, I would have to be
completely outraged if you were discovered and we were in public!"
     "Yes Lady Christina" I sighed, "I will do my best."
     Miss Ann chose this time to break in. "Tina, I would be a little
careful about letting too many people get too close a look at him."
     "At her," Lady Christina quickly corrected. "From this moment on she
is my Maid and will only be referred to as a woman. Hmmmm, we also need a
new name for her. I can't call her 'Sissy' all the time. She will be
Francine."
     "OK" Ann said, shrugging, "whatever you want. I still wouldn't take
her out too much, or where it is too bright. When I'm done she will look
like a woman, and actually be rather pretty, but she has such very fair
skin and her beard and hair are so dark. I can use some special
depilatories to help keep the hair from coming back for a while, but two
weeks is a long time.  Eventually, some dark shadow may show on her face,
even before you can feel any stubble."
     "All right Ann", responded Lady Christina, "I shall be very careful
with her. I did not plan on taking her out continuously.  After all, a
good part of the purpose behind my own apartment is to be able to stay at
home and have things done the way I wish them done. Not to mention being
waited on hand and foot!" she added with an evil grin at me.
     "OK" Ann said laughing, "Just wanted to make sure you knew. How about
if we get started?" I quickly glanced at Miss Ann, hearing a noticeable
change in her voice, and saw her eyes light up and her hands rub together
in a rather predatory fashion, and knew she would greatly enjoy what she
had planned for me.
     "She is all yours Ann." acknowledged Lady Christina. "Why don't you
stay and watch?" Lady Christina asked Mistress. "I think you may find it
quite amusing." Mistress accepted delightedly, and I followed the three
women out of the Solarium and up to the second floor. I was led into a
bedroom and in a quick glance could only catch sight of a bed with a
couple of suitcases on it before I was whisked into the bathroom.
     "I'll be right back with my stuff," Miss Ann said, dashing out the
door.  She returned a few moments later, with a rather large case which
she opened and started to sort through. "First this hair problem," she
said.  "It was a good thing you did not have him shave for a few days,"
she told Mistress, "This works much better if there is a few days growth."
She removed some jars of a white lotion and spread it liberally over my
body.  She covered my legs, chest, underarms, even my face. She spread it
over my pubic area and my balls.  With a wicked grin, she slathered up my
cock and pumped her hand up and down a few times. My hips started to buck
and she let go and I heard all three women laugh.
     She spread more lotion over my ass, and remarked, "I had noticed
earlier that he even shaved his asshole, so I will make sure that stays
smooth too." With that, I feel her finger rubbing lotion up and down my
asshole.  She massages it into that most sensitive of areas and even uses
her fingertip to press against my asshole itself. She does not penetrate
me, and I think she was only teasing me. Reminding me in very dramatic
terms that Lady Christina had placed my body in her hands and she could do
what she wished to me and with me. She instructed me to stand perfectly
still for twenty minutes and then to shower off. With that, all three
ladies left the room.
     I stood as I was for the required twenty minutes and then stepped
into the shower. I showered all of the lotion off, and realized my body
was much more smooth than I had ever felt it. I could not resist running
my hands over my body to feel the silkiness of it. I touched everywhere,
even running a finger up and down between my ass cheeks. There was no hint
of stubble or roughness. Whatever Miss Ann had used was certainly much
more effective than anything I had ever heard about.
     I stepped out of the shower and dried my new smooth body with the
soft, plush towels hanging in the bathroom. Once I was thoroughly dried, I
cleaned out the shower, made sure all of the towels were hung neatly, and
tidied up the bathroom. Once finished, I walked into the bedroom, but
still did not see any of the ladies. Not sure what to do, I looked around
the room.
     I saw a tastefully decorated, but very feminine bedroom. The walls
and carpeting were soft pastel colors. The bed was a four post canopy bed
in soft pink ruffles. On the bed I was the luggage I had seen when I first
entered the room. I walked over to the bed, and could not resist opening
the luggage to look inside. As I opened the first suitcase, I saw neatly
folded lingerie. There were lacy panties, all of which seemed to be
bikinis. Black was the predominant color, but there were some red as well
as some soft pink. I saw two or three girdles, what looked to be camisoles
and teddies. Garter belt and several pair of hose, again predominantly
black.
     As I reached out to look farther into the suitcase, I heard a
peremptory voice say, "What do you think you are doing?" Whirling around,
I was greeted with the formidable sight of Lady Christina standing in the
doorway with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Behind her I could
barely see Miss Ann and Mistress. "Well," she demanded, "I asked you a
question!"
     "I am sorry Lady Christina" I quickly said, my voice actually
cracking from fear, "I was looking in the luggage. I didn't mean any
harm!"
     "Were you instructed to look at the luggage?" she asked, in a voice
made more ominous by its very softness.
     "No Lady Christina," I admitted quivering.  "I am very sorry if I
have displeased you."
     "Quite all right" she said smiling. "I was going to have you look
through all of the things in the luggage when we returned." A weight
immediately lifted from me, and I sighed, thinking I was safe and all
would be fine. "However," Lady Christina continued, "Since you were not
instructed to do so yet, you shall be punished. I want you to keep clearly
in mind as you are punished that your suffering is the result of your
anticipation. I want you to be fully aware that you don't even have the
satisfaction of knowing that you gained something by your disobedience.
You would have seen all that was in the luggage when we returned. You will
still be allowed to see it, but only after I have punished you. Your
anticipation of my commands has brought you nothing but a punishment."
     "Yes Lady Christina." I reply, my mood crashing back down, and the
sense of failure at disappointing my Mistress and Lady Christina returning
stronger than ever. At least, I think to myself, she is willing to
discipline me. It doesn't seem that she will just dismiss me and find me
unfit to be her servant.
     Lady Christina walks into the room and takes a large wooden hairbrush
from the vanity. Walking to where I stand with head bowed, she sits on the
bed and remarks, "We haven't a great deal of time to punish you properly,
so I will have to settle for an old fashioned spanking. However," she says
ominously, looking straight into my eyes, "I will not forget this, and we
may take this matter up again when I have the proper amount of time to
devote to it."
     "Yes Lady Christina." I answer meekly. She orders me across her lap,
and I place myself in the required position. The feel of her thighs
against my hips is exciting. I feel the softness of her flesh, yet also
feel the firmness of hard muscle not too far under that soft yielding
flesh, my cock grows even harder. I think she has felt the increased
stiffening, as I hear a faint note of amusement in her voice as she asks
me if I am comfortable.
     Gulping with embarrassment, I can only reply, "Yes Lady Christina."
As I look up, I see that Miss Ann's eyes are round, and her mouth is
slightly open. Lady Christina, who seems to always know what is in my
mind, follows my gaze and chuckles.
     "That's right Ann," she says, "You have never seen anything like this
have you?" Turning to my Mistress, Lady Christina continues. "Ann has
never had the good fortune to have a little slave like this under her
control. She is not familiar with the submissive side of men. In fact,
when I asked for her assistance in preparing this bitch for my servant, I
don't really think she believed what I was going to do!"
     Turning back to Miss Ann she said, "Just watch and enjoy for now,
Ann. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to punish her properly as you
have much work to do on her. At some time in the future, if you wish, you
may watch as I really put her through her paces, or perhaps," she muses,
"We would all enjoy watching you experiment with your first submissive."
As she says this, the brush comes down with no warning on my exposed ass.
     I yelp involuntarily at the pain and unexpectedness of the blow. I
hear Lady Christina chuckle, and know she wanted to catch me unaware to
draw the yelp from me. She proceeds to thoroughly spank my smooth upturned
ass.  She uses the brush with vigor, first on one cheek, then the other,
and sometimes across both together. She methodically works the top and
bottom of my cheeks, and carefully covers my whole ass, even landing a few
blows to my upper thighs. This cool, imperious woman has great strength in
her arms. By the time she is finished, I am sobbing, although I manage to
keep from crying out.
     "Now Ann," she says, stopping her spanking and turning to look at her
sister, "You have watched her punishment, I will take a few moments to
show you how to add humiliation to it." Warning me to stay still in a
voice which I would be unable to disobey even if I wished, I heard her
open the drawer of the bedside stand. Soon, I felt something cool being
applied to my asshole, and then something hard pressing against my anus.
     Glancing quickly over my shoulder, I saw Lady Christina pressing the
handle of the hairbrush to my ass. Just then I felt the handle break
through the barrier of my sphincter and penetrate my ass.  Glancing back
at Miss Ann, I saw her total absorption in the spectacle before her. I
felt the bristles of the brush touch my burning ass cheeks as Lady
Christina pressed the handle as far as it would go. She then began to
remove it and insert it in long, rhythmic strokes.
     There I lay, ass upraised, legs slightly spread, over the lap of Lady
Christina as she fucked my ass with the instrument of my own punishment,
solely for the purpose of my humiliation and to draw another woman into
the art of female domination.
     After only a few minutes of this, Lady Christina sighed and, once
again, remarked on the passage of time. Removing the handle from my ass,
she ordered me to rise, handed me the brush and instructed me to go clean
the brush thoroughly and to also clean myself. I quickly scurried away to
obey.
     When I returned, Lady Christina was speaking with Miss Ann, who was
listening quite intently. I was unable to hear what they were discussing,
but have no doubt it related to the control of submissive males. Lady
Christina looked up and ordered me to the bedside. She then showed me the
contents of each piece of luggage. They were completely filled with
everything a woman would need on an extended trip.
     Besides the lingerie there were skirts, blouses, dresses, baby doll
nighties, nightgowns, a dressing robe, makeup and toiletries, everything
but slacks or pants of any kind. There were two Maids uniforms, one with a
dress which would come to about my knees, and the other with a skirt and
blouse, the skirt having been shortened so that it would only come to the
tops of hose worn with a garter belt. The dresses and skirts were no
longer than an inch or two above the knee, with some being much higher
than that, although none as high as the Maid's skirt.
     Finally, there was a separate compartment which Lady Christina made
me open. It contained a number of "toys". I saw a butt plug, dildoes, some
restraints, and several other items which I knew were intended for Lady
Christina to use for her amusement. Once I had seen all that the luggage
contained, Lady Christina explained.
     "We are leaving tonight my dear Francine," she smiled, "And this is
to be your wardrobe for the next two weeks. You will not be allowed to
wear any male garments until our return.  You will live the life of a
female servant in all ways.  While I may choose to reveal your true gender
to some of those I will entertain, and even allow them to use you if they
wish," she added gleefully, "I do not choose for all to know your true
status. You shall be completely female unless I direct otherwise. Do you
understand?"
     "Yes Lady Christina," I manage to blurt out, "Tonight?"
     "Yes" Lady Christina responds smilingly.  "We already have airline
reservations.  Ann, you had better get started if she is going to be ready
on time."
     I stand there numbly, as Miss Ann takes my hand and leads me to the
vanity.  "I had planned on dressing her first," Miss Ann says, "But I
think I prefer to work on her with her hairless naked body exposed. For
some reason, it really excites me."
     "Whatever you wish sister dear," Lady Christina returns laughingly,
"I put her in your capable hands." Miss Ann turns back to me and begins to
work. She takes my hand and uses glue to attach long fingernails to each
finger. Repeating the process with the other hand she indicates that the
first hand should then be dry and set. Returning to the first hand, she
shapes and files each fingernail until she is satisfied, and then begins
to apply polish. She has chosen a red, which, while bright, is not too
bright as to look garish or slutty. She deftly applies the polish, and
then a clear coat over it. In spite of myself, I grow interested and watch
her nimble hands working. She is most meticulous, but also very quick.
     Soon that hand is finished and she turns to the other. I examine the
nails and note how perfectly they are shaped and how uniform and even the
color is. The clear coat has given them a shine that is as lustrous as the
wet polish on my other hand. Miss Ann quickly finishes the other hand and
leaves the table.
     She returns with several boxes, and opens the smaller of them.
Turning to Lady Christina as she removes two flesh colored ovals she says,
"I really didn't believe you were going to do this, but wanted to be
completely prepared so you couldn't laugh at me. I thought this was all a
joke, and was going to be ready for you. Since it isn't, these will come
in handy." She lifts the ovals and says they are prosthesis which women
who have had mastectomies use." She recommends that she attach them with
spirit gum adhesive and that I wear them all the time for the entire trip!
     Lady Christina thinks that an excellent idea. "It will show her what
real breasts feel like, as well as allowing her to wear slightly lower cut
dresses and blouses.
     Miss Ann takes one of the fake breasts and holds it to my chest. She
positions it until she is satisfied and then opens a bottle and spreads a
clear liquid on the form. She pays particular attention to the edge,
liberally apply the liquid to the entire edge for a half inch or so in.
She then positions the form to my chest and firmly presses it home. The
liquid is very chill against my skin. Miss Ann keeps pressing and checking
the form for several minutes, and then lets go. She tugs gently at my
"breast" and I wince as it pulled the skin of my chest.
     "It seems pretty secure" she says, "But take the spirit gum and just
brush it under the edge if it starts to pull away." She then proceeds to
attach the other "breast" in the same manner. I try to look down when she
is finished, but can see very little. Miss Ann has me sitting facing away
from the mirror so I am unable to see what I look like. It feels very
strange to have weight pulling down from my chest. It is quite
uncomfortable as the adhesive keeps pulling. if I move, I feel the breasts
move and pull. I know this will take a great deal of getting used to.
     Once both breasts are in place, Miss Ann opens her makeup case.
Looking critically at my skin, she chooses a bottle and begins to apply a
lotion to my chest. I realize she is blending the line where the breast
forms meet my own skin. After a few moments she puts the bottle away and
reaches into a high, round box.
     She takes out a dark wig and shakes it out. It is about shoulder
length, and very dark, close to the color of my own hair. Miss Ann places
it on a stand and picks up a comb and scissors. I keep my hair cut short,
but Miss Ann proceeds to trim it up a little more. She pays particular
attention to the sides and back, and makes sure that the hair is cut and
trimmed above the wig line. Without looking up form her work she comments
to Mistress on what lovely hair I had. She suggests that if my
feminization is going to continue she should allow my hair to grow out so
the wig wouldn't be necessary. Mistress chuckles and said she liked that
idea.
     "After all", she said, "We would hate to have someone pull off her
wig in a moment of passion. How embarrassing!" The ladies all laughed at
that, and I felt myself blushing yet again.
     Once Miss Ann was finished cutting my hair, she placed the wig on my
head and turned to her styling implements. For the next thirty or forty
five minutes she worked with a blowdryer, curling iron, rollers, and
various combs, brushes and picks. Finally she finished and instructed me
to turn my head towards Mistress and Lady Christina. They both murmured
encouragement and compliments on the job Miss Ann had done, and I wondered
again what I looked like.
     As Miss Ann once again turned to her cosmetics case, Lady Christina
asked if she were going to start on my makeup. "Yes" replied Miss Ann,
"That and dressing her are all that are left."
     "No," Lady Christina began, "Before you do her makeup, I think she
should thank you properly, Ann." Smiling at Miss Ann's look of confusion
Lady Christina continued, "This bitch is quite the little slut. You have
done a marvelous job on her and she should thank you. We all know that the
only way a slut says 'thank you' is with her body."
     She then ordered me out of the chair, told Miss Ann to peel off her
underwear, raise her skirt and sit down.  Looking at me sternly Lady
Christina said, "I believe you know what to do Francine."
     "Yes Lady Christina" I quickly responded and dropped to my knees
between Miss Ann's legs. Looking up at her from between her thighs, I
said, "Thank you Miss Ann, for spending your valuable time and using your
wonderful skills on a sissy slut such as I." I then lowered my head to her
pussy and began to kiss her. I heard her sudden intake of breath, as her
hand lightly rested on the back of my head. My mind was racing madly.
     I am often on my knees worshiping my Mistress's pussy, and have been
well trained in what pleases her. Here I was doing the same thing to a
woman I had never seen until today. I did not know what excited her or
pleased her best, and would just have to try and do my best.
     I slowly kissed down her pubic area, and softly kissed each side of
her pussy. I then pressed my lips to her pussy lips and gave her a long
firm kiss there. I slowly parted her pussy with my tongue, and gently
licked up and down. I slowly let my tongue slide to the top of her pussy
and gently probed, searching for her most sensitive spot.  I felt the tip
of my tongue brush her little nubbin, and heard her gasp and felt her legs
tighten on my head.
     Grinning slightly to myself, I knew I had found the spot. I
alternated between long slow licks and light flicks of the tip of my
tongue, always concentrating on that spot. Soon her hips were pressing to
my face and her thighs were tightening around my ears.  Her hand never
left my head, but even now, she was gentle, and did not disturb my wig.
     Her breathing was becoming much louder, and I knew she was ready. I
suddenly plunged the tip of my tongue right at her clit, and rapidly and
firmly flicked away at it. That was enough to put her over the edge, and
she pressed my face to her pussy and trapped me with her firmly clenched
legs. She rode my face and I kept my tongue flicking as quickly as I could
until she subsided and her body relaxed. I then began softly licking her
and kissing her to clean her up.
     When I finished, Lady Christina ordered me to the bathroom to wash my
face and to give Miss Ann a chance to recover.
     When I returned to the bedroom, Miss Ann was standing, and her skirt
was back down, but her panties and pantyhose were still on the floor. I
just heard Lady Christina saying, "I wanted her to thank you properly Ann,
and thought you would enjoy it. She would not have been able to do it when
you were finished as she would have ruined her makeup. You have worked
very quickly, so we still have plenty of time."
     Seeing me return, she ordered me back to the chair at the vanity, and
nodded to Miss Ann to continue.

***

     Turning back to her cosmetics case Miss Ann arranged a number of
containers on the counter. She started with a base over my whole face. As
she applied it she said, "She doesn't really need it now, but will when
the hair starts to come back. Make sure you COMPLETELY remove your makeup
every night, and put it on again the next day. I do not like using this
much makeup, and it is not good for your skin."
     "Yes Miss Ann, I shall do as you instruct." I responded. Her hands
moved quickly, applying the base and blending the makeup to the skin at
the edges. She applied eyeshadow, liner, and mascara, highlighted my
cheekbones, which are high to begin with. She carefully arched my eyebrows
and skillfully enhanced the shape of my eyes.
     Finally, she added the lipgloss, in a color that matched my nails.
She stepped away, looked at me very carefully and suddenly smiled and
nodded. "You may look in the mirror" she said.
     Turning to the mirror my eyes went wide. I turned my head and looked
one way and then the other. I knew she had put a base over my entire face,
but could see no trace of it.  It matched my skin so well, and was so
skillfully blended that it was invisible. Mistress had occasionally
ordered me to use makeup, and had admonished me not to use too much, so I
was a little familiar with its application. Miss Ann had used much more
makeup than I would have ever attempted, and I expected to look very
slutty. The face that looked at me from the mirror was very beautiful.
There appeared to be very little makeup, just enough to accent the eyes
and other positive facial features.  The appearance was of a beautiful and
well cared for woman.
     I turned, and dropped to my knees in front of Miss Ann. "Thank you so
much" I gushed. "I can not believe that is my face I am seeing. Please
grant me the favor of watching you perform this magic to my face and
attempting to learn as much as my meager skills allow." Mistress and Lady
Christina laughed at this display, while Miss Ann seemed a trifle
embarrassed but inordinately pleased.
     "I will be happy to teach you how to do it" she said, "Perhaps after
you return from your trip."
     "That would be a very good idea Ann," jumped in Lady Christina, "But
Francine knows that all favors have a price. We shall have to determine
exactly how she shall pay for this favor."
     "Yes Lady Christina, I shall pay any price that you determine, and
perform any service you wish to be allowed to do this." I said, still on
my knees.
     "Very well" she replied.  "That is for another time. You still must
be dressed so we may leave."
     Ordering me to rise, Lady Christina and Miss Ann turned to the
luggage.  Miss Ann pulled out a red lacy bra, black and red garter belt
and black hose and gave them to me to put on. "You will notice" Lady
Christina admonished me, "That there are no pantyhose here. You shall
always be dressed in garters with hose as I find them much more feminine
for a domestic."
     "Yes Lady Christina" I quickly respond. I place the bra around my
chest, and cup my new breasts in it. The feeling is strange, yet not
unpleasant as the bra presses my breasts to my chest, lifting and shaping
them. Hooking the bra, I pick up and fasten the garter belt. Carefully I
pull the hose up each leg and fasten them to the garter tabs. By now, Miss
Ann has laid out a heavily elasticized girdle.
     Lady Christina explains, "Whenever you are going out in public, you
are to wear a girdle and your cock and balls are to be tucked between your
legs.  Not only will the girdle help compress your waist a little, it will
keep your cock trapped and keep your pubic profile slim and flat even if
you have an erection."
     Miss Ann was looking at me closely, and commented, "She will be
unable to put the girdle on and properly tuck her cock between her legs
while she is hard." All the while looking pointedly at my hairless
erection.
     "Why you are absolutely correct" giggled Lady Christina. She tossed
me a box of tissues and ordered me to jerk off and not to get any cum on
my clothing or on the bed or carpet. While Miss Ann watched in
fascination, I quickly jerked off into my hand and cleaned up with the
tissues.
     "Much better" said Lady Christina, as my cock hung limply between my
hose.  "Go wash yourself and then put on the girdle." Quickly obeying, I
returned and pulled the girdle up my legs. It was very tight, and I
believe was intentionally a size or two small. I knew it would be
uncomfortable if worn for a long period.
     As I pulled the girdle snugly over my hips, I pushed my cock and my
balls between my legs and pulled the crotch of the girdle up against them
tightly, trapping them securely in place. The tightness of the girdle hurt
on my ass where Lady Christina had spanked me. I sighed as I thought that
I was in for an uncomfortable trip. Between the discomfort I would feel
when i inevitably got an erection, and the soreness from my spanking it
would be a very long trip indeed.
     Miss Ann had now laid out a red blouse and a black skirt and slip. I
pulled the slip on first, adjusting it to my waist and then buttoned the
blouse.  Lady Christina instructed me to leave the top button open,
exposing my throat. Finally I stepped into the skirt and fastened it. It
was about an inch or two above my knees, and was probably the longest
skirt in my new wardrobe. Miss Ann came around with a red belt, which was
made of leather.
     "This is functional as well as decorative" she explained as she
pulled it very tightly around my waist. "As I said earlier, you have no
hips so this will help give some definition to your body." I was told to
step into the black 4" heels and instantly felt my legs tighten.  Miss Ann
then added some clip on silver earrings, silver necklace and bracelet.
     She stepped back and decided that I would do. Lady Christina
instructed me to go to the closet and look in the full length mirror I
would find on the inside of the door.
     I opened the door stood and stared at the woman with the amazed
expression on her pretty face. I could not believe the image in front of
me. I had great difficulty believing not only that the image was me, but
that it was male. Looking critically at the mirror, I saw a very pretty
woman. Her face was one of the best parts of her. Very pretty, almost to
the point of beautiful. The red blouse and black skirt set off her fair
skin and dark hair very well. Her legs were shapely, and her breasts
appeared well formed, nicely sized, although not huge. Her hips were very
narrow, but that just added to the allure as the belt above them pinched
her waist.
     At that point, I heard Mistress laughing, and heard her tell Lady
Christina to be careful, as it looked like I was going to fall in love
with myself, and how could I ever serve myself? Lady Christina laughingly
ordered me to return to the bed and close and repack the luggage.
     I carried the luggage to the door as the ladies chatted and laughed
about the day. When we arrived at the door, Lady Christina announced that
Mistress would drive us to the airport, and invited Miss Ann to come see
us off. She declined, but said she would be interested in seeing us when
we returned. Lady Christina laughed, and said she thought that Miss Ann
was developing a taste for submissive sissies. Miss Ann only smiled in
reply, and wished us a good trip.
     I was ordered to put the bags in the trunk of Lady Christina's car
and discovered her bags already loaded. I entered the back seat as
Mistress and Lady Christina entered the front and we left. My head was
spinning and my heart was racing. I was about to go in public as a woman.
I was about to go on a trip, to a destination I did not even know, with
perhaps the most beautiful and most dominating woman I had ever met. I was
expected to fulfill all of her desires and wishes without even knowing
what she enjoyed and what she disliked. I also could expect to be
humiliated and used, if the "toys" in my luggage were any indication.
     She had even told me that I would be serving others, some of whom
would only know me as a Maid and some would know me as my true self, a
sissy Maid, and may even be invited to use my body if they wished.
     As these thoughts flooded my mind, my cock grew hard again. Having no
place to go, it pressed annoyingly against the tight girdle, providing a
great deal of discomfort and another reminder of my current status. What I
would ultimately have to endure, only time would tell.
     As Mistress pulled the car from the car port and down the drive, Lady
Christina turned to look at me over the seat back. "Francine!" she
snapped, "That is no way for a lady to sit!"
     Breaking out of my reverie, I start and glance down. My legs are
parted an inch or two, and my skirt has crept up my legs to above mid
thigh. I have slouched down in the car seat, and relaxed my legs allowing
them to part. I quickly sit up straight, smooth my skirt back down, and
close my legs.
     "Better" admonishes Lady Christina, "But your legs should be
crossed."
     "Yes Lady Christina" I meekly respond, while crossing one leg over
the other.
     "No, no, no, no," sighs this beautiful women who now controls my
life. "You must practice crossing those lovely legs of yours, dear. We are
going to be in public very soon. I am sure we will have a bit of a wait at
the airport, and then, of course, the flight itself. I could see right up
your skirt to your pretty undergarments when you just crossed your legs."
She patiently explained with a smile.
     "I'm sorry Lady Christina," I blushed. "I will try to do better."
     "Oh, you must," she said earnestly. "There are oh so many dreadful
men out there who would like nothing better than to peek up the skirt of a
pretty little girl like you Francine. You must learn to keep your legs
crossed and your skirt down. We can't have all those men thinking you are
a wanton little slut can we?"
     "Of course" she added a moment later, "You ARE a wanton little slut,
 but we can't have them thinking it!"
     "Yes Lady Christina, you are correct as always." She then had me
practice crossing my legs from one side to the other. I crossed and
uncrossed in front of her stern gaze until she was unable to see up my
skirt when I did so.
     "Very good dear," she finally acknowledged. "Now sit up straight and
pretty until we get there. Always sit up straight, with your shoulders
well back.  It makes your new breasts stand forth so much more nicely."
     "Yes, Lady Christina, thank you," I replied with embarrassment. I was
completely humiliated, not only by this total transformation I had been
forced to undergo, but also by the lessons in lady like behavior which I
was now receiving. I was riding in the back of a luxury sedan, with two
very dominant women up front. I was dressed and made up as a very pretty
girl, and being taken to a destination of which I was not even aware, to
be a maid, secretary or whatever other servant Lady Christina would
require.  My suitcases were packed with ladies clothing, my entire body
had been depilated, examined, and transformed. I had never been as
completely humiliated or dominated as I was at that moment.
     However, I was also rock hard, my heart was pounding with a mixture
of fear, anticipation and excitement. The very thought of serving Lady
Christina filled me with excitement and arousal.
     As I was occupied with these thoughts, Mistress had arrived at the
airport.  She stopped the car at the proper gate, and went to open the
trunk. I started to unload the luggage, only to have a man in a sky hop
uniform grab the suitcase from my hand and say, "Here, let me help you
with that, Miss."
     I instinctively tightened my grip on the suitcase, then quickly
forced my muscles to relax. "Thank you" I said, proud of the fact that my
voice only broke a little.
     Lady Christina smiled at me as she took my arm and said "Come, dear,
we have a plane to catch." Turning to Mistress she thanked her for driving
us to the airport and headed for the doorway. This was going to be more
difficult than I had expected, I thought. It would be very difficult to
learn to respond when someone addressed me as 'Miss' or 'Ma'm'.
     Lady Christina took me to the counter of a major airline, and removed
two tickets from her pocketbook. She checked in our luggage and obtained
boarding passes for us. I listened carefully for the flight number, and
then checked the flight board. The destination for that flight was on the
west coast! A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. I had a several hour long
flight to look forward to. I would soon be in a city thousands of miles
from my home at the complete mercy of Lady Christina. (This thought
excited me tremendously as well as frightening me)
     On the heels of that thought came the revelation that I would not
only be without money, but without ID of any kind, and dressed as a
woman!! Lady Christina's voice broke into my thoughts as she said with a
certain amount of vexation,
     "Are you coming, Francine?"
     "Sorry La.." I started, then quickly stopped at looked around at the
people surrounding us. "Then lets go" Lady Christina said with a malicious
smile, pulling me towards the security gate.
     "You caught yourself very well there", she whispered approvingly as
we walked very close together. "You may call me 'Christina' when we are
out in public. It is always to be 'Lady Christina' when we are alone, or
when you are serving, regardless of who is around. You may never, under
any circumstances, call me 'Tina'. That is a name that is not to come from
a slave's lips. Clear?"
     "Yes Lady Christina" I whispered nervously.
     "Very well" she whispered, then said in a slightly louder tone, "Have
you noticed the stares and looks we seem to be getting from the men?"
     "NO!" I quickly yelped, and began nervously looking around. As soon
as I started to notice, I saw she was correct. Most of the men we passed
looked up as we walked by. I knew that look on their faces, as I, myself,
often looked at attractive women that way while out walking. Most of the
looks were aimed at Lady Christina, but some were certainly cast in my
direction.  It only increased my nervousness, knowing that I was being
looked at by men, and also knowing what their thoughts were!
     Lady Christina steered me to the security checkpoint, and the guard
smiled at me as I lay the hand bag I had been given by Miss Ann on the
belt. He was watching me as I walked through the metal detector, and I saw
his eyes slide up and down my body. I could feel his gaze on my ass as I
bent to retrieve my handbag. "Have a good flight" he smiled as we turned
to walk to the boarding gate. His eyes lingered on us as he watched us
walk away.
     "Mmmmm, wasn't that nice," Lady Christina said as we walked to the
boarding gate. "Don't you just love it when men look at you that way? I
think you should learn to wiggle your pretty little bottom a little more,"
She said with a wicked chuckle. "After all, if men are going to watch us,
we should give them something to look at!"
     Glancing quickly around, I saw that there was no one else near us,
and lowered my head and replied "Yes Lady Christina." I tried to swing my
hips and wiggle my bottom as she had instructed. It was very difficult,
and I felt even more control slipping away. Now I could not even choose
how I walked.
     I was totally humiliated as I thought of the things I was being
ordered to do. I was a male, completely dressed and made up as a female.
Worst than that, I actually made a very pretty woman! I was even supposed
to wiggle my ass and try to make men look at me.
     We arrived at the boarding gate, and Lady Christina obtained our
boarding passes and seats. We had about a half hour to wait to board the
flight, so we sat down in the waiting area. "I'll be right back" Lady
Christina told me, and quickly rose and walked away. I felt a surge of
panic as I sat there alone. What if she doesn't come back? What if someone
starts talking to me? What if I need the tickets or boarding passes? I
fidgeted and could not relax, all the while scanning the area for a sight
of Lady Christina.
     Her absence only drove home how totally and completely I had been
forced to depend upon her. Without her I had nothing. I was nothing, and
could not provide the slightest thing for myself.
     After a short while, she returned, with two soft drinks. Setting one
down, she stood over me, looked down and frowned. "That is not the way to
sit young lady," she said sharply. I glanced down and saw my skirt had
risen to mid thigh, and my legs, while uncrossed, were at least together.
I had been so preoccupied with the absence of Lady Christina that I had
forgotten I was dressed in a skirt.
     Fortunately the skirt had not come to the tops of my hose, or exposed
my garter belt. I quickly sat up, pulled down my skirt and crossed my
legs.  Glancing around to see if anyone had been watching, I noticed a
middle aged man across the room looking at me intently.
     When I had straightened myself, he looked up and smiled at me. As I
felt the color rising to my cheeks, Lady Christina turned her head to see
where I was looking, and was just in time to see as the man actually
winked at me, his smile growing broader!
     Turning back to me, I saw a slight smile playing around the corners
of her mouth. She sat, and whispered quietly into my ear, "My, my, my, you
are quite a little slut, exposing your legs to strangers in public like
that!" My face flushed even hotter at her words, and I was unable to
answer her.

***


We sat and sipped our sodas, and chatted for fifteen or twenty minutes.
Lady Christina stood, and said we should probably go to the ladies room
before the flight. I started, and saw her watching me very closely. This
was an aspect of the whole adventure I had not anticipated. I certainly
could not walk into the mens room dressed as I was. "Yes Christina," I
meekly responded. I followed her to the ladies room with my heart
pounding.
I had never been in a ladies room in my life. We entered, and Lady
Christina headed for a bank of doors along one wall. I looked around and
saw two women standing at the sink, checking their makeup and hair. I
hurried past them and went into a stall which had the door slightly open.
I
looked around, and quickly decided I had better go now, while I had the
chance. Lifting my skirt, I peeled down my girdle, and sat on the toilet.
When I finished, I pulled my girdle back up, making certain my cock and
balls were well pulled back between my legs. I pulled my girdle up as
tightly as possible, readjusted my hose, and let my skirt fall back down.
I
readjusted my belt, making sure it was still tight and compressing my
waist. As ready as I could be, I walked out of the stall. Lady Christina
was standing before the sink as I approached, and watched me critically.
"Very good" she said, "You look well. We may not have much time, but right
now we are alone here. Listen carefully."
"Yes Lady Christina" I quickly reply.
"You have shown some good sense so far today. There have also been some
situations I have not anticipated. For example" she said smiling, "Your
little lapse with your skirt, and the gentleman watching you." I could see
my blush in the mirror, as the mere mention of that filled me with shame.
"I have decided that you are going to be a little cock tease on the flight
if the circumstances allow it. If I feel there is a good possibility of
you
exposing your legs, even up to your garters, and possibly your girdle as
well, I will nod to you. I want you to consider that nod my command to do
what you can to expose your lovely legs to any male who happens to be
around. You can do it in any way you feel appropriate. I am beginning to
trust your initiative, but you must allow him to see up to your thighs,
and
at least the tops of your hose. I want him to know that you are not
wearing
pantyhose, but garters and stockings. For some reason, that really seems
to
excite men. I do not want you to allow him to touch you, or to touch him.
My wish is that you humiliate yourself to me by exposing your body to a
man
at my command. Do you understand?"
"Yes Lady Christina, I understand" I replied, still blushing furiously. "I
will do as you say should you command it."
"Very well, slut, it should be almost time to board, lets go."

I followed Lady Christina out of the ladies room, and back to the boarding
area. They were just beginning to call for boarding of our flight. As we
stood, waiting for our seat numbers to be called, I was again filled with
dread. Once I stepped on that plane there would be no turning back. I
would
be at Lady Christina's complete mercy. I would be many thousand miles from
home, in a city I did not know, with no money, no identification, no
clothes but the ones I had on, and dressed as a female. I sighed, resolved
myself, and silently gave myself over to the Lady Christina.

Our seat numbers were called, and we boarded. There were three seats in
our
row. Lady Christina placed me in the inside by the window, and took the
middle seat. The end seat remained empty while we stowed our bags and
settled in. Lady Christina looked slightly disappointed when no one
arrived
to take the end seat. Finally, as almost everyone was settled, a young man
breathlessly arrived to claim that seat. Lady Christina smiled, and grew
absolutely radiant when she saw him. He was a young man, a junior in
college we were to find out later, so probably around twenty years old. He
was attractive without being overly handsome, and had a very outgoing
cheerful personality. He looked at the two of us, and smiled and said
hello. He introduced himself as Fred, and Lady Christina gave him our
names. He told us he was making his first trip to the west coast, and was
going to visit some relatives. It was clear as he settled into his seat
that he found us both very attractive, although his eyes lingered often on
Lady Christina. He seemed a little shy with us, and Lady Christina worked
at relaxing him, and kept him engaged in conversation. She was absolutely
charming, and soon I could see he was completely enthralled by her. I saw
a
mischievous twinkle in her eye when she turned to look at me, and knew,
that sometime during the flight I would be exposing my legs to the eyes of
this young man. Lady Christina meant to use my body to give him a flight
he
would remember for quite awhile.

Shortly after the flight took off, Lady Christina excused herself to go to
the bathroom. She made a small production about sliding past Fred on her
way out. When she returned, she asked him if he would mind sitting in the
middle, as she would probably have to get up again. He looked at her,
looked over at me, and a broad grin spread over his face as he slid over.
The idea of sitting between two such lovely women obviously appealed to
him. Looking across him at me, Lady Christina said, "Isn't he just a
delightful young man Francine?"
"Yes Christina, truly marvelous" I responded, forcing myself to give Fred
a
warm smile. Fred had snapped his head around to look at me as I responded
to Lady Christina, and his eyes remained fixed on my face, basking in the
smile I had given him. Lady Christina seized this opportunity to slowly
and
deliberately nod her head at me while smiling wickedly. I tried very hard
to keep any reaction from showing in my face, and immediately began to
think of how I would best be able to expose my legs to this young
stranger.

I quickly finished the meal the stewardess had brought, declined anything
to drink, and raised my tray. Looking out of my window, I slowly crossed
my
legs, and pulled slightly up on my skirt. I staid like that for awhile,
and
then stretched out my legs, and rolled over to the side of the window as
if
falling asleep. After I had turned on my side, I let myself slide down a
little in my seat, knowing my skirt would stay where it was and my legs
will slide out from underneath. At the same time, I again pulled up on my
skirt with the hand hidden from Fred's view. Peeking through half closed
eyes, I watched my lower body, lying on my left side with my legs atop
each
other. My skirt had risen to just below my stocking tops, exposing much of
my legs, but not enough. After a very few minutes, I flexed my legs,
raised
my ass off the seat, and turned a little more to the right. At the same
time, I quickly flipped my skirt under me with the hand which Fred could
not see, and let the top part of the skirt slide up a little more. Now, my
skirt was actually up to my waist under my body. I could feel the material
of the seat through the top of my hose. The only thing which was keeping
me
covered was the skirt lying on top of my legs. I could slide that up or
down at will. I dropped my right leg behind my left. I was getting hard
despite the humiliation of having to arrange myself for a stranger's eyes
while dressed in womens under garments, (Or perhaps because of that
humiliation) and did not want Fred to see the outline of my cock through
the bottom of my girdle. That position hid my cock with my leg, but
allowed
him a clear view of my legs and my ass if I pulled the skirt up enough. I
rested my hand on the top of my thigh, and slowly pulled the skirt up past
my stocking tops. Now I was fully exposed to this young man next to me. I
remained that way for twenty minutes or so, and then yawned and rolled
back
to the right.

I sat back up straight in my seat. I had now managed to arrange myself so
I
was seated straight, but with my skirt folded up in the back. My girdle
clad ass and stocking clad thighs were pressing directly against the seat
without any intervening skirt or slip. I had smoothed the skirt over the
top of my legs and lap, and the arm of the seat hid the fact that my skirt
was pulled all the way up in back. I glanced over at Fred and at Lady
Christina. Fred was wide eyed, and quickly turned away, and I knew he had
seen the wanton display I had arranged. I glanced at Lady Christina who
appeared absorbed in a book. Looking at her closely, I saw that slight
smile playing about her lips, and knew that she too, was aware of my
lasciviousness.

I crossed my right leg over my left, and turned to again look out the
window. I spent the next hour or so shifting in my seat, crossing my legs,
and showing Fred varying amounts of leg, although never as much as he had
already seen. I let my skirt rise and fall on my leg with an appearance of
carelessness. I secretly observed Fred watching my legs intently, with his
interest rising and falling with my hemline. I knew he was desperately
seeking a scene like he had been treated to previously, and I was fiercely
determined to give him one before we landed.

The pilot announced we were twenty minutes from our destination, and I
decided it was time to give Fred his grand finale. I again had my right
leg
crossed over my left, and raised my right leg up until I felt the skirt
begin to slide toward my waist. I unobtrusively helped it, and it was soon
up above my stocking tops. Glancing quickly down, I could clearly see the
tops of my hose and the garter tabs holding them in place. Flicking my
eyes
to the right, I saw Fred's eyes locked onto my thighs. The time was ripe!
The crew had returned everyone to their seats, and there were no crew
members in the aisle. There were no eyes but Fred's in a position to see
what was to come next. I slowly uncrossed my right leg, and started to
bring my left leg over. As I did, I quickly flicked my skirt as high as I
could. When I crossed my left leg, not only were the garter tabs showing,
but the crotch of my girdle was pointing right at Fred. I felt very
confident showing Fred the crotch of my girdle, despite my raging hard on.
My cock had been stuffed between my legs, and I could feel the pinching
pressure as it pressed against the elastic of the girdle. I knew that it
could not be seen at all from the front, although might have been able to
be seen outlined in my girdle from behind. I pretended to look out the
window as I sat that way, my girdle, garters, stockings, and the bare skin
of my upper thighs between the girdle and stocking tops all opened to the
view of this young man. I remained that way throughout our descent, and
just before the plane landed, I again shifted my weight and managed to let
my skirt fall to mid thigh. I still showed a great deal of leg, and
decided
to remain that way until I stood, giving any man who was near an
opportunity to look.

We arrived on the ground, and I remained seated while the first flurry of
passengers obtaining their possessions ran its course. A man in the row
ahead of me, and two across the aisle noticed my legs, and glanced
appreciatively at the exposure I had arranged. Too bad they had not been
given the view that young Fred was allowed! Fred also had chosen to wait,
and only stood when Lady Christina and I did. We retrieved our bags and
said good bye. Fred allowed us to exit first, and walked directly behind
me
as I followed Lady Christina off the plane. I could feel his eyes burning
into my ass as I walked away, and tried to walk with a more feminine
wiggle
for him.

Lady Christina had a difficult time controlling her mirth as we walked
through the crowded airport to reclaim our luggage. She said little, as we
obtained our bags, and I followed her to a car rental agency. She had made
arrangements for a rental car, and soon I had loaded our luggage into the
trunk and climbed in the front seat. She had rented a luxury sedan for the
two weeks we would be there, and was soon driving away from the airport to
the place which would be my new home for the next two weeks.

As soon as we were safely alone in the car, she exploded with laughter and
said, "You are an amazing slut my dear. I was pleased when you were able
to
give Fred a nice view of the back of your legs and thighs, and I could
even
see the bottom of your ass cheeks. Then, when you were so brazen as to
expose yourself from the front all the way to your sissy girdle clad
pussy,
I thought I would die with amusement. He never gave me another glance once
you showed him what loveliness was hidden under your skirt dear." I felt
myself blushing more and more as she continued to talk, and the thought of
what I had done, and of actually exposing myself to another man in that
way
was incredibly humiliating.
"Thank you Lady Christina," I said, "I am happy I was able to please you."

We drove for about forty minutes, during which time Lady Christina
described what some of my duties would be. She was mostly concerned with
providing me with immediate instructions on what to do when we arrived at
the apartment. I was to bring the luggage in, and change into my Maids
outfit, the one with the shorter skirt, before doing anything else at all.
I was also to remove my slip and girdle, and wear no slip and a pair of
the
black lacy panties. Lady Christina decided there was no reason for the
girdle as she would be the only one there, and already knew I was not a
real woman, but a little sissy boy masquerading as a woman. Besides she
admonished me, she enjoyed the sight of a male clad in such pretty
feminine
things.

Once I was properly attired, I was to unpack and put away her clothing
while she bathed. I was then to unpack and put away my clothing. I was to
familiarize myself with the apartment, all its furnishings and provisions.
It would be my job to keep it clean, prepare meals, do any laundry that
might be required, as well as any more "personal" chores Lady Christina
might require. Once I had done all that, depending on the time, I might be
required to fix dinner. When dinner was finished and all the cleaning up
done, Lady Christina indicated she may have some other duties for me to
perform. With that, we had arrived at a high rise apartment building, with
parking underneath it. Lady Christina parked the car, and I retrieved the
luggage from the trunk and struggled with it to the elevator. Lady
Christina punched the button and I removed the luggage when we arrived.
Fortunately, the apartment was only a few doors from the elevator. I
placed
all of our luggage inside after Lady Christina had opened the door with a
key from her hand bag.

We entered a well furnished living room. It was not huge, but was
certainly
of adequate size. To the left was a dining room, with a table which would
seat eight comfortably, and ten at a pinch. The kitchen was small, but
well
appointed and well laid out. Access to the kitchen was off to the right of
the dining room, or to the left of the hallway which was opposite the
entrance door to the living room. Leaving the kitchen and turning left
into
the hallway off the living room, we came to a bathroom on the left, and a
master bedroom on the right. The bath was spacious, with two sinks, and a
tub and shower. The master bed room was quite large, almost as large as
the
living room. It had a Queen size bed, dresser, large walk in closet and a
small dressing alcove with vanity. I placed Lady Christina's luggage here,
and we continued on down the hall. There was a linen closet set into the
very end of the hall, with a smaller bed room to the left. This bed room
was much smaller than the master bed room, with a double bed, closet,
dresser and night stand as the only furnishings. There was a clock radio
on
the nightstand, and nothing on the dresser. I was told to leave my luggage
here and to dress. Lady Christina went to relax in the living room. Before
she left, she instructed me to put my things away first, as I was going to
have to go through my luggage to obtain my Maid's uniform.

Once Lady Christina left, I placed my suitcases on the bed, and opened
them. I then quickly stripped off all of my clothing. I caught a bizarre
picture out of the corner of my eye, and turned to the mirror over the
dresser. There I saw the face of a pretty woman set on the body of a
naked,
hairless male. However, this male also had fairly good sized breasts
hanging on his chest above his hairless cock and balls. The sight was
strangely erotic, and I felt my cock stiffen again. My hands slid up my
chest and touched, fondled and hefted my new breasts. The feeling was not
unpleasant, and my cock responded by becoming fully erect. Turning back to
the suitcases, I removed the contents and placed them on the bed. I put on
a black lace bra, feeling a momentary sadness as I again covered my
breasts, black lace bikini panties, which were unable to cover my erection
and left the tip of my cock peeking out over the waistband of the panties,
a garter belt with black stockings, the white blouse, the short black
skirt, a white apron, and a Maid's cap which I also found in the suitcase.
I then stepped back into the 4" black heels, which seemed to be the only
shoes I had, and started to put away my clothing. The lingerie and under
garments, (including the girdle and other things I had worn that day) I
folded and placed in the drawers of the dresser. The skirts, blouses and
dresses I neatly hung in the closet. There were also some sweaters and
pull
overs which I folded and placed in the dresser. The empty suitcases were
slid under the bed, leaving only the dildoes, butt plug and other "toys"
on
my bed. I looked at them with a mixture of anticipation and dread, trying
to imagine what each one would feel like as it was use on me, and knowing,
that I wouldn't have to imagine for very long before I would know! Not
knowing what to do with them, I picked them up and brought them to the
master bedroom. I placed them in the drawer of the nightstand right next
to
Lady Christina's bed. I then reported to the living room where Lady
Christina was lying at her ease on the sofa.

She looked up as I entered, and flashed me a warm smile. "Very nice
Francine," she acknowledged, looking me up and down carefully, "And
quickly
done too. I am pleased."
"Thank you Lady Christina," I gushed.
"Curtsy when you speak to me dressed in either of your Maid's uniforms!"
she snapped, as cold now as she was warm a mere moment ago.
"Yes Lady Christina," I curtsied, trembling.
"No, no, no" she said, shaking her head with dismay in her voice. "Very
ungraceful! Try to do it fluidly, hold your pretty little skirt out, and
bow you head as your body lowers. Now, try it again."
"Yes Lady Christina" I say, curtsying again and trying vainly to remember
all of the instructions she had just thrown at me.
"Better" she said thoughtfully, "But not adequate. In that particular
skirt
I expect to see at least the tops of your hose, if not your pretty little
panties" she said with great amusement. "You will only be wearing that
skirt when we are alone, or when I wish to show you and expose you to
certain of my acquaintances who will be well aware of who and WHAT you
really are and that you are not a domestic servant, but a slave. When you
are wearing the uniform with the longer dress, your curtsy will be
respectful, and will show only a little bit of leg, never the top of the
hose. Now, Francine, try once again." I spent the next half hour
practicing
my curtsy while Lady Christina watched and instructed. Finally, she
appeared satisfied with my performance and informed me she was going to
bathe. She instructed me to look around, make myself familiar with the
apartment and its appointments, and to unpack and settle her room once I
heard her in the bath. "Yes Lady Christina" I responded, curtsying
demurely.
"You learn quickly" she nodded approvingly, and walked away.

I went to the kitchen and opened the cabinets and refrigerator and
cupboards. I found that the refrigerator was well stocked, and the
cabinets
and cupboards and drawers had all a kitchen should have. I examined the
stove and found it to be quite adequate. There was even a broom closet
with
broom, mop, bucket, brush, etc. I poked through the dining room and the
living room, and found everything to be very well organized. Whoever had
arraigned this for Lady Christina had done an excellent job. I looked at
the closet at the end of the hall, and discovered sheets, towels,
washcloths, dusters, and a vacuum. I went to Lady Christina's room, and
saw
her clothing scattered over the floor. She had obviously dropped it where
she had removed it. I picked it up, and could not resist burying my face
in
her panties and inhaling her wonderful fragrance. I neatly folded her
clothing on a chair, and proceeded to unpack her suitcases. She had much
more apparel than I. Wonderful silky lingerie, skirts, dresses, business
suits, many pairs of shoes and accessories, as well as jewelry, makeup and
everything a beautiful woman away from home might need. I had just
finished
sliding her suitcases under her bed when I heard her call my name
peremptorily from the bath room.

Hurrying to obey her summons, I stopped dead as I entered the room. She
had
just stepped from the bath, and was standing in naked splendor! She was
much more beautiful than my vivid imagination had pictured. My eyes
traveled from her small, well formed feet, up the smooth, sensuous curve
of
her incredibly long legs, over the swell of her womanly hips, pausing to
take in the vista of the lush triangle between her legs, up past the soft,
slight curve of her belly to the proudly jutting breasts. Her breasts were
larger than the ones Miss Ann had attached to my chest, and pointed
proudly
from the chill of the air. Despite their size, there was no droop or sag,
and they stood out proudly above her tiny waist. My eyes lingered on her
gently swaying breasts, and finally my gaze arrived at her beautiful face.
I was instantly snapped back to reality by her deep frown and the glint of
anger in her clear eyes. "Is that how you enter my presence slut!" she
demanded angrily.
"No Lady Christina. I am very sorry Lady Christina. I was overcome by the
sight of your wonderful body. It will never happen again Lady Christina."
I
said pleadingly, dropping my lowest curtsy yet, and holding my skirt out
to
expose my entire panties to her stern gaze. As I stood there for a few
moments, with my knees bent, my skirt out showing all my lacy panties and
my head bowed submissively, my balls actually ached with the image of her
body burned in my memory. I longed to see her beautiful ass, and to gaze
at
the well rounded cheeks which my eyes had, as yet, been denied access. "Go
bring me a towel" she snapped, still greatly irritated.
"Yes Lady Christina" I quickly responded and turned and ran to the linen
closet I had earlier discovered. Grabbing a handful of towels, I returned
as quickly as I could walk in those damned heels and dropped the towels on
the counter. "Is there anything else Lady Christina," I asked
submissively,
once again curtsying to this proud, demanding beautiful woman.
"No" she responded absently, reaching for a towel. "Well, yes" she said
thoughtfully, stopping me as I reached the doorway.
"How may I serve you Lady Christina?" I asked, again curtsying as I turned
to face her. I had turned just in time to see the towel drop from her hand
to the floor at her feet. "You are my personal Maid, you may dry me off."
she said with a smile again coming to her face. Her face, which had
previously had a stern and angry beauty, melted into warmth and became
absolutely radiant as the smile lit her face.
"Yes Lady Christina!" I exclaimed eagerly as I threw myself to the floor
at
her feet. As I picked up the towel she had dropped, I heard her low,
throaty giggle as she said, "My, my, my, what an eager little sissy you
are. I like a submissive who is happy with her work." "Yes Lady Christina"
I gulped, feeling the blush starting at my throat and creeping slowly up
my
face. I had looked up as I responded, and found myself on my knees looking
up Lady Christina's magnificent body as she towered over me, my nose scant
inches from her pussy.

To hide my embarrassment, I bent quickly to my task, and began to dry her
feet. I first dried one foot and up her leg, and then returned to the
other
foot and up that leg. Taking a deep breath, I gently began to towel the
mound of hair between those legs. "Mmmm, very nice" she said in a soft low
voice, "I could learn to like this." I did not feel a response was
necessary, and continued with my ministrations to her body. I dried her
pubic area, and her hips and belly. I was just going to reach around her
to
dry her ass when she turned around and leaned forward slightly, bracing
herself against the side of the tub. Her ass was directly in front of my
face, and filled my entire sight. It was as stunning as I had imagined,
and
my erection became even harder and started to throb. My balls began to
ache
again at the mere sight of those lovely ass cheeks. Her cheeks were
smooth,
and her hips swelled from her tight waist to taper down again at the top
of
her legs. Her ass also swelled from the small of her back in a smooth soft
curve to the top of her thighs. The ass cheeks joined her thighs in a
smooth fluid line, with no sag or crease. Her ass was soft and warm
looking, but there was clearly muscle underneath as I could tell when she
shifted weight, and as my hands felt that firm flesh through the towel.

I started to rub the tops of her thighs, her ass, and her lower back with
the towel. I was actually massaging her with the towel, and longed to drop
it and run my hands directly over her naked flesh. I quickly pulled myself
back to reality and continued drying her ass and hips. I slowly, almost
shyly ran the towel down the length of the crack splitting those perfect
cheeks and into the dark recess between then and on down and between her
legs. "Very nice touch slave" she murmured as her knees flexed and she
settled slightly onto the towel as I slowly pulled it back.
"Thank you Lady Christina," I responded in a low voice. "A body such as
this must be treated with great reverence."

Giving her ass one last farewell caress with the towel, I stood and dried
her back and arms. She again turned around, and I used the towel to dry
her
stomach and on up to her magnificent breasts. I ran the towel under her
breasts and gently lifted them as I used the task of drying her as a
convenient excuse to cup her breasts. The smile and the look she gave me
convinced me she was aware of what I had done, and I could not help but
wonder what it would cost me later. I continued toweling her breasts, and
was particularly gentle as I dried her rose colored nipples. I then
finished up her shoulders, arms, and neck and asked if I should dry her
hair. Shaking her head no, she walked into her room without a word and
shut
her door. Looking around, I saw the bathroom in disarray, sighed and began
to clean and tidy the room. I washed out the tub, folded the clean towels
and neatly hung the wet one to dry. Satisfied the room was acceptable, I
went to the kitchen to make a more through inspection of the provisions.

Soon, I heard Lady Christina's door open and she entered the living room.
I
walked to the doorway and curtsied and asked if I could be of service. She
had changed and was wearing a long silky dressing gown, so I could not see
what she had on underneath. She had piled her hair up on her head and had
wrapped a towel around it. "Yes," she responded thoughtfully, "I am
beginning to be hungry, you may start dinner. First" she added as an
afterthought, "Bring me a drink."
"Yes Lady Christina" I curtsied. I walked to the bar I had found built
into
the wall of the living room, and asked her what she wished to drink.
Fixing
the drink, I returned to her with the drink balanced on a small tray I had
found at the bar. Walking in those heels without spilling the drink was
probably one of the most difficult things I had done that day! I handed
her
the drink, and curtsied as she took it. Looking up, I saw she was watching
me intently. "That was very well done Francine," she said approvingly.
"You
are quite a little treasure. I believe this will be a most interesting
trip."
"Thank you Lady Christina" I said proudly, again making the ever present
curtsy. I returned the tray to the bar, and asked what she wished for
dinner. Something simple she responded. She informed me that the time
changes always made her tired, and she wanted to be in bed early, yet have
some time after dinner for some "instruction". A little nervous at what
she
might mean, I returned to the kitchen.

I put some water on to boil, and decided to settle for pasta and canned
sauce. While the water was boiling and the sauce heating, I set the table
with one place setting and made a small salad. As I was just putting the
pasta in, Lady Christina appeared in the door between the kitchen and the
dining room. "You may set two places at the table tonight Francine, you
will eat there also. It will be quicker."
"Yes Lady Christina" I replied curtsying instinctively now, "Thank you
very
much." She returned to the sofa as I placed another setting on the table.
I
informed her dinner was ready, and served her as she sat. Only when she
was
settled and served did I sit and serve my own meal. We ate with very
little
conversation, and I was told to clean up and join Lady Christina in her
room. I jumped to my feet and quickly gathered the dishes. Fortunately the
kitchen came equipped with a dishwasher, and it took me very little time
to
rinse the dishes, load the dishwasher, wash the pots I had used and clean
up the counters. Soon, I was ready to present my self to Lady Christina.

I walked to her room, and discovered her door closed. Uncertain of what to
do, I knocked gently. "Enter" her crisp voice came from within. I entered,
and saw her lying on the bed reading. She looked up from her book, patted
the bed next to her and said, "Come sit by me, dear."
"Yes Lady Christina" I said, curtsying. I went to the bed, and sat on the
edge facing her. "You have had quite a busy day" she chuckled, looking at
me intently. "We have not had too much of an opportunity to chat. I have
made some assessments of you by observing your behavior, and how you
reacted to these changes, but I would like to speak with you awhile to
explain a few things, and to get to know you better."
"Yes Lady Christina, whatever you wish" I responded, getting up to curtsy
again. She laughed, a warm musical laugh, and told me I did not need to
hop
off the bed to curtsy every time I spoke. She wished to just sit and chat
for a time. "Yes Lady Christina" I said, settling back onto the bed.

She looked at me for a short time, and then asked, "Do you realize you are
absolutely dependent on me? You are in a strange city, with no money, no
friends, no way to go anywhere. You can't even drive her. You have no
license or ID, and even if you did, they would not match your current
appearance." As she said the last sentence, she looked me up and down, and
stared pointedly at the tops of my stockings which showed where my short
skirt had pulled up while I sat.
"Yes Lady Christina, I do realize that. I put myself at your service, I am
a lowly sissy slut, and it is quite proper that I rely and depend on you
for everything." She seemed surprised at my response and asked me when I
realized how dependent I was. I described to her the thoughts I had as we
waited at the airport back home. How I had realized our destination when
she checked the bags, and how I knew then that I would be completely at
her
mercy when we arrived. That I had resolved then to serve her as best I
could, and to give myself over completely to her. She looked at me with a
new light in her eyes, and seemed deep in thought. "You are much more
complex than I thought," she finally said. "I did not think you would have
thought this through as quickly as you did. I am pleased with your
performance so far. You seem to be capable of using your mind and yet
still
following my commands. I placed you in several situations where you had to
think to perform what I wished, and you were able to do so to my
satisfaction. I do believe you shall be suitable for my needs." A large
grin broke across her face as she finished, "We are going to have just a
marvelous time!"
"Yes Lady Christina," I replied, aware that I was once again blushing at
her remarks.

"Now," she went on more briskly. "You should know what I expect of you.
You
shall be whatever type of servant I need at any particular time. It may be
secretary, Maid, cleaning woman, or even my personal slut" she said with a
lascivious grin. "You will perform any duties I choose to give you. I plan
on using your labor to make my life pleasant, as well as subjugating you
for my amusement. I will very likely entertain while I am here. I have
numerous friends as well as business acquaintances here, and will have
some
of them over. You will be expected to act as a female domestic whom I have
hired, without anyone present knowing any different, or as the sissy
little
slut you really are, as the occasion requires. I may even choose to give
you to one or more of my friends for their pleasure or entertainment. You
are mine to do with as I will, and if I choose to give you to another, you
are to follow ANY commands they give you as if they came from me. Who
knows," she added with an evil smile, "One of my business acquaintances
may
need a Maid in a hurry. What fun to loan you out as a female Maid to
someone who doesn't know what you really are. I would enjoy watching you
serve at another's house and desperately trying to keep everyone from
knowing what really hangs between those lovely silken legs of yours!"
"Yes Lady Christina," I gulped, "Whatever you command."

"As to your immediate duties," she continued. "Every morning you shall
bring me breakfast in bed at precisely 7:00 A.M.. Each morning I must have
coffee, juice and toast. I will tell you the evening before if I wish
anything in addition to that. You may wear either the uniform you now have
on, or whatever you slept in, with your robe, to bring me breakfast. You
will be responsible for keeping this place clean, doing our laundry and
fixing all of the meals. You will have other duties as I see fit to assign
them. I am never convinced that things are clean until I have them done
myself, so tomorrow once I leave for some business appointments, you shall
clean the entire apartment. I want the rooms vacuumed and the kitchen
floor
scrubbed. With a brush, not just mopped. The bathroom floor must also be
scrubbed the same way. The tub, sinks and toilet are also to be scrubbed.
The furniture dusted and polished, and everything to be immaculate.
"Yes Lady Christina, I shall do as you command."

"Very well Francine" she said, her hand sliding up my skirt. "Take those
panties off." As she pulled my panties she noticed I had put them on
first,
and then put my garter belt and stockings on over them. They would not
come
off with the garter tabs over them. "From this point on, you will ALWAYS
wear your panties over your garter and stockings. There may be times when
I
wish your ass, cock and balls exposed under your skirt. That may happen
here, either alone or with friends, or even out in public. I may order you
to the ladies room at some public place and wish you to return with your
panties in your purse. I think it would heighten your nervousness to be in
public with nothing on under your lovely little skirt. Should I decide to
do so, you must ALWAYS be in a position to obey!"
"Yes Lady Christina" I replied nervously, "I shall remember, and always
wear them like that."
"Very well" she replied. "For now, go to your room and put on the sleeping
outfit which I have laid on your bed and return here. QUICKLY!"
I leaped to my feet, squeaked out a "Yes Lady Christina," quickly dropped
a
curtsy and ran.

In my room, I found a powder blue Baby Doll nightie on my bed. Hastily
removing my clothes, I put the filmy top to the nightie on, and saw it was
amazingly sheer, and the skirt did not quite come to the bottom of my ass
cheeks. I pulled on the panty bottoms, which were very small and barely
covered my ass. Returning to Lady Christina, I blushed furiously as she
comment on how sweet and darling I looked. She again ordered me to her
side, and said, "I have not forgotten how you fondled my breasts without
permission while you were drying me. I have not much time to punish you,
and am not terribly upset with you anyway, but cannot let it go
unpunished.
I had thought to allow you to cum tonight, as a reward for doing so well
today. Now, however, I shall not allow that. Maybe tomorrow if you deserve
it, maybe not. Take off your panties."
"Yes Lady Christina" I mumbled humbly. As I lowered my panties I saw her
reach into the drawer of her bedside table where I had placed all of the
"toys" she had packed. She removed a pair of black latex panties which had
an eight inch dildo mounted on them. "I usually wear this with the dildo
out to use on the ass of a nice submissive sissy slut" she smiled, "And
will probably do so for you sometime soon. However, it also has some other
interesting uses," she said as she turned them inside out. In this
position, the dildo was inside the panties. She turned them in her hands,
and held them to my waist with the dildo on the inside and in the back of
the panties. "See how nicely this works?" she purred. "You just step right
into these and that lovely fake cock will push right into your slut ass
and
the nice tight panties will make absolutely certain it can't slip out. Put
them on NOW!" she commanded, and lay back to watch as I slid them up my
legs. It was a little difficult sliding the latex up my legs, but I soon
had them at my lower hips with the tip of the dildo at my asshole. I
worked
the dildo into my ass, and then pulled the panties up snugly. She ran her
hands over the panties, feeling the swell of my hard cock in the front and
pressing her finger against me in the back, to force the dildo home a
little farther.

Finally, she nodded in satisfaction, and told me I was to wear that the
rest of the evening until I went to bed. "Yes Lady Christina" I again
responded. She then threw open her robe, and I was greeted by the sight of
her magnificent naked body. "Lick my pussy" she demanded, laying back and
spreading her legs. "Take your time making me cum" she said, "I want your
ass bent over at my head and your pretty little face buried in my pussy."
I
climbed onto the bed, and knelt beside her head. I spread my legs
slightly,
and leaned over and kissed her beautiful pussy. I kept my ass high in the
air so she would have full access to it if she wished. I gently kissed and
licked her pussy, her upper thighs and across her belly. My hands slid
down
her hips, and my fingers curled around to her glorious ass cheeks. As I
reverently paid homage to her beautiful pussy she stroked my legs and ran
her hands over my ass and cock through the latex panties. As she lightly
stroked me, she continually said how nice and smooth my silky legs were,
how I felt like such a smooth pretty woman until her hands reached here,
as
she squeezed my cock and balls through the latex. That while I looked at
felt like a smooth sexy woman, I was really only a slutty sissy. She would
wonder how full my little ass felt as she pushed on the base of the dildo
and pressed it into my ass. The sound of her voice, the touch of her hand
and the humiliating things she was saying only made me hotter, and my cock
was throbbing, and my balls were aching. I would have done anything to be
allowed to cum, but knew that I would go to bed with a raging hardon
sticking out of my powder blue panties.

All of this time, I kept my lips and tongue busy lazily stimulating Lady
Christina's pussy. I was enjoying every moment with my face pushed into
her
pussy, and my tongue probing her warm secret recesses. I was thrilled that
she should command me to take my time in making her cum. I pressed my lips
firmly to her pussy lips, kissing them long and hard. I allowed my tongue
to gently part her lips and slowly slide up and down her pussy, barley
inside. I licked from the bottom to the top, and casually brushed her
clit.
Slowly I slid my tongue right into her pussy as far as I could push it. I
slowly withdrew it and slid it back in. I fucked her with my tongue ever
so
slowly for many minutes. Sliding my hands from her ass cheeks and down the
outside of her thighs, I brought them around the top of her legs to the
delicate area where her legs joined. Gently, my fingers spread her lips,
and the very tip of my tongue flicked over the inside of her rosy pouting
lips. Still continuing her aimless stroking of my legs, ass, cock and
balls, and while still describing the dichotomy between my hairless smooth
legs and the hard cock in my panties, I heard Lady Christina give a soft
sigh, lift her hips from the bed and settle more comfortably down. As I
felt her hips move, I pressed my face to her pussy and moved in time with
her movements. I did not want my lips to part from her body for the
briefest of instants.

I had spent nearly forty five minutes ministering to Lady Christina with
my
tongue and lips, when I felt her hand close around my balls and give a
firm
squeeze. "Allright slut" she said crisply. "I am ready, make me cum." As
she spoke, her hand tightened on my balls and she squeezed harder, giving
me an unnecessary incentive. My tongue leaped to her clit as if it were
independent of the rest of my body. I tried to block out the increasing
pressure on my balls as my only thought was to bring this magnificent
woman
to orgasm. I desperately wanted to make this the most intense and
pleasurable moment she had ever experienced. My tongue licked and flicked
over her clit. It was sometimes soft as a butterfly landing on a daffodil,
and sometimes as firm as the grip on my balls. In no time at all, her hips
began pushing into my face, although her grip on my balls never relaxed. I
reached under her and place one hand fully on each ass cheek. I was in my
own ecstasy of pleasure as I held her ass in my hands and pulled her pussy
to my face till I could barely breath. I concentrated directly on her
clit,
and never let my tongue leave it. I fondled, licked and even nibbled it to
hasten her ultimate enjoyment. I heard a low, deep moan behind me, and
felt
the pressure on my balls increase even more as Lady Christina's hips rose
right off the bed and pushed me up by my face. Her muscles tensed, and I
could feel the strength of the muscles in her ass beneath my fingers. I
kept my face pressed to her pussy, and increased the speed of my tongue on
her clit until her orgasm passed. I then licked and teased her clit more
and more slowly as her body relaxed and settled back onto the bed and her
hand slowly relaxed from around my balls. Even then, I continued to lick
and kiss her to clean her beautiful pussy and to savor to exquisite taste
of her as long as possible. "Very well done," she smiled, slapping my ass
to let me know she was finished. "I do think I will find some uses for you
after all."
"Thank you Lady Christina" I said, unable to prevent a smile from
spreading
over my face. I did not know if I had succeeded in making that the most
pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced, but I was certain it was
above
the ordinary.

"You may use my dressing table to remove your makeup this evening" she
instructed, looking at the smeared mess on my face. "As you recall, Ann
said you must remove it each night and replace it in the morning. Usually
you will do so in the bathroom, but this evening, I wish you seated as you
perform this task so that rubber cock will press deeper into your sissy
ass."
"Yes Lady Christina," I bowed, and quickly went to retrieve my cold cream,
tissues and what not from my room. I sat at her dressing table and looked
at my face in the mirror. I sat up as straight as I could, and tried to
balance on the dildo to push it as far inside me as possible. Lady
Christina was watching me closely as I regarded myself in the mirror. It
seemed a crime to remove the masterful job Miss Ann had done on me,
however, my servicing of Lady Christina's body had already damaged it
beyond repair. With a heavy sigh, I began. I first removed the wig so I
would not get any makeup or cold cream on it. I then started removing the
base, and rouge. It took quite a bit of time to be certain all was off,
and
even longer to clear the lipstick and eye makeup. Finally, however, I was
totally clean and my own face was looking at me. It almost seemed a
strangers face after all I had been through, and I took one last look and
returned my wig and other items to my room. I came back to the Lady
Christina and knelt on the floor at the side of her bed awaiting her
commands. She smiled at me and told me she also enjoyed the sight of me
dressed in such a sweet nightie but looking so obviously male. "You make
just the cutest little sissy" she giggled. I blushed and said "Thank you
Lady Christina."

She allowed me to stand, and told me to turn so she could watch as I
removed the dildo. I was instructed to peel the panties down and pull the
dildo out very slowly so she could watch as every inch emerged from my
hairless sissy ass. I did as commanded, and the dildo eventually popped
from my asshole. I was commanded to the bathroom to clean my asshole and
the dildo and told to return. I quickly obeyed, and once more stood before
Lady Christina. This time I was wearing only the top to the Baby Doll and
my male face. I had seen myself in the mirror, and this was even more
humiliating than looking like a woman. It was now painfully obvious what I
really was. Lady Christina replaced the latex panties in her drawer "Until
needed again dear" she said smiling, and ran her fingernails lightly up my
cock. My whole body shuddered and she laughed. She then ordered me to put
on the panties and to go to bed. "I hope you can get to sleep with that
thing sticking out" she said giggling, looking at my cock. "But after all,
that is your problem not mine. If you had behaved you would have been
allowed to do something about it." With that, she dismissed me, reminding
me to bring her breakfast at 7:00 A.M. sharp. She informed me she wished
scrambled eggs added to the menu. "As you command Lady Christina" I bowed,
and left. I set my alarm for 6:00 A.M. and tried to sleep. Sleep eluded me
for several hours. Between the high state of arousal Lady Christina had
induced, the thoughts of what I had been allowed to do to her wonderful
body, and the thoughts of what the next two weeks would bring, I was
unable
to calm down enough to sleep. I finally managed to drop off only to be
jarred awake by the sound of my alarm.

                              To be Continued











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