| My the Womanizer
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(c) 2002 Couture
"Come down to the basement honey, I have a surprise
waiting for you," my said. She looked stunning,
dressed in a black merry widow, with and
heels to match. I loved it when she wore sexy
lingerie, which unfortunately wasn't very often.
I followed her through our very expensive house, but
all my attention was focused on her lovely ass
swishing back and forth. I was a very lucky
indeed. I had a beautiful wife, who just so happened
to be rich, and a house you could get lost in.
She opened the door to the basement. No longer was it
full of shelves and boxes, it was now a fully
furnished bedroom. Even though it was only lit by
candles, I could tell it was a little effeminate for
my tastes. However, she did do it all herself, so I
knew better than to complain.
"What do you think of our little den of iniquity?" She
waved her hand in a magnanimous gesture.
"It's great." I pressed close to her from behind,
rubbing against her satin and lace, but she pulled
"Not like that, sweetie." She took my hand and led me
over to the bed. "I want to do things a little
different tonight." She picked up a blindfold, walked
behind me, and tied it over my eyes. Then she
undressed me, till I stood naked in front of her. My
cock stood proudly at attention.
"I'm going to fuck you so good tonight; you're never
going to forget it." She said, pushing me forcefully.
I fell backwards and landed on the bed.
She jumped on top of me and guided my cock to her
entrance. Then, she pushed herself on me and in on
stroke I was fully inside of her. She bounced on top
of me, fucking me as she promised. It was strange;
she had never behaved like this before. Usually, when
we made love, we had our own little ritual.
Normally, she wanted us to lay there next to one
another and stroke one other. Next, I would go down
on her and then we would move into a sixty-nine.
After she came, I would get on top and make love to
her until I was spent.
However, this time she was much more aggressive than
she had ever been before. I could already feel a
surging in my balls. I couldn't last much longer like
this. I tried to grab her hips to stop her from
riding me as if I were a bucking bronco. "Wait
honey," I begged. "I can't last much longer."
She grabbed my wrists and pressed them to the
headboard. I heard a click and I found I could no
longer move my hands. "It's okay," she gasped. "Cum
for me. for me now!" She ground herself on top
of me, swiveling her hips back and forth, driving the
cum from my balls. It was almost painful as I spent
myself inside of her.
"Well, that sure was disappointing," she said.
I was embarrassed and ashamed at my performance. I
hadn't lasted longer than three minutes. "I'm sorry
honey, it was just that you-"
"What? Now, it's *my* fault you came too fast."
"No, look, I'm sorry. Just let me go, okay?"
"In a second sweetie. I want to do something first."
I felt her weight leave the bed, and then she was
placing something over my ankles.
"Lift up for me sweetie. I've got something I want
you to wear."
It felt her pulling some sort of tight shorts up my
legs. It wasn't until I heard a click that I
suspected something was wrong.
"I bet you're really gonna regret not lasting a little
longer," she said. Then I felt something cold around
my ankle and another click. She was scaring me now.
"because that is going to last you for awhile."
I bucked, pulled, and struggled against my bonds and
though the white framed bed covered with a canopy
looked like it belonged in a small girl's room, it
proved to be more than a match for me. I had gone
nowhere, and now my wrists and ankle hurt. The worst
part was I couldn't even see what was going on.
I heard another click and the crackle of electricity.
Suddenly, my body felt like it was hit by a truck,
every muscle seized and spasmed. It was a pain unlike
any I had ever felt before. When it was over, I
couldn't even move. I felt like I needed to puke.
"Are you quite finished now?"
She sounded so polished - so unfazed by this. She had
tied me up and tortured me with a stun gun and she
sounded like she was asking if I had finished reading
the paper. That probably scared me more than anything
"Yes." What else could I say? She held all the
"Would you like for me to free your hands?"
She took the blindfold off of my eyes and freed my
hands from the headboard. I rubbed my sore wrists and
looked up at her. She held the stun gun in front of
"Don't you dare look at me so accusingly," she said.
"You should be grateful. You should be on your knees
thanking me for this."
I looked down to observe my predicament. My ankle was
cuffed and attached to a very sturdy looking length of
chain and my crotch appeared to be covered by some
sort of chastity device.
It was too much to take. "Are you crazy?" I blurted.
"You electrocute me and make me your captive and I'm
supposed to be thankful. I'm your husband for Christ
The stun gun crackled with electricity in warning. I
took the hint and shut up.
"Yes, thankful," she said in a voice that brooked no
argument. "You see honey, I took a lover. Don't look
at me that way. You always said you wanted to see me
with another woman. Well, I did it and . . ." She
paused and her eyes grew very far away. "I love her
and she loves me. However, I didn't know how
possessive and protective she was until later. When I
told her about you and how you would get half of
everything in a divorce; maybe even more, since I
cheated on you . . . with a woman no less. Then, I
told her a little white lie about how you beat me and
lent me out to your male friends. Well, she wanted to
kill you then and there and toss your body in a river
"Please Jill, if you ever loved me, just let me live.
Let me walk away. I'll never bother you again." By
now I was sobbing in fear. I was too to die.
There was still so much I wanted to do.
"Shhh, sweetie, you know I would never kill you.
Besides, I could go to prison for that. I bet you
wished you signed the prenuptial agreement, but it's
too late for that now. Now, stop crying like a little
baby, I told her I would take care of you myself."
I was deathly afraid. I'm not going to pretend it was
otherwise. I was sobbing like a baby. I thought I
was going to die and no one would ever see me again.
She slapped me on my face. Hard.
"I said, *stop crying* goddamn it!" Then her gaze
softened and she stroked my manacled ankle. "I'm
sorry, but you shouldn't have made me do that," she
said. "Anyway, like I was saying, I had a brilliant
idea. I would make you a home here in the basement --
a little place to keep you hidden. Then I could tell
her you were dead. This way everyone wins." She
beamed with pride.
I was horrified. I was going to be a prisoner in my
own house and totally dependent on her. All while my
wife slept with her lover -- a lover who wanted me
dead. The only thing I could hope for was escape or
for my to change her mind.
"Please don't do this to me," I cried. I tried to
reach for her. I wanted to hug her and try to break
through her cold fa‡ade.
"Get back," she warned. "Look, it's the only way. If
she finds you - finds out I lied, she will kill you
herself. I love her, but she can be violent
sometimes." She took the edge of the sheet and dried
my eyes. "Listen, she's going to be here soon and she
thinks I killed you last night."
My climbed atop me, pinning my arms underneath
her knees. "Sweetie, I'm going to have to ask you to
get rid of the evidence."
The evidence she was referring to was her well used
twat, just inches from my mouth. My stomach recoiled
in revulsion. I had never had any desire to taste
and I sure as hell didn't want any part of the
disgusting mess leaking from her cunt.
"I can't," I said, turning my face away.
"Hurry, she could be here at any moment." She lifted
my chin, so that I was once again facing her matted
sex. "You have to . . . or she will suspect you are
What was I going to do, die for my foolish pride? I
did the only thing I could - what anyone would. I
licked my spending from her sex. It was salty and
bitter. It formed little balls and clung to her pubic
hair that were almost impossible to get out. The
worst was when she made me suck at her opening and I
got a mouthful of the vile liquid. I promised myself
that if I ever got out of this I would never again
expect a woman to swallow.
"Use your tongue," she gasped. "Use your tongue
inside of me. Make sure you get every last drop of
your nasty business."
From the sound of her voice I wondered if she really
was afraid I missed some or if she only wanted to get
off. I wasn't taking any chances. Besides, if I got
her off, she might be in a friendlier disposition. I
drove my tongue into her sex and then moved up and
licked her clit. Even if she wasn't expecting an
orgasm, she got one and a helluva good one from the
sound of her moans.
After she came down from her orgasm, she looked down
at my wet face and smiled. "Oh baby, if you had made
me like that earlier, we would never have gotten
in this fix."
"Please, honey," I begged. "Just let me go. We can
work this out some other way." She looked as if she
were considering it, but just then a there was a buzz
of the doorbell.
"Oh God, she's here. Listen honey, if you want to
live, please-please-please don't make a sound while
she's here. I'll let you know when it's safe again."
She hugged me tightly, but always holding the stun
Man, this was the worst fix I had ever been in and the
problem was: I had no idea how to get out of it. I
just needed a little time to think about it. Where
there's a will, there's a way. For now, I would have
to play along.
That night, my wife's new lover had sex with her time
and time again. Unfortunately, the bed they were in
was right over mine. Every moan and every squeak of
the bed served as a brutal reminder of my loss of not
only my wife, but my freedom. The chastity belt made
sure of that.
I hate to admit it but while I listened to them
fucking there above me, it turned me on. I'm not sure
if it was my wife's loud cries of passion or if it was
when her lover called her a filthy whore, whatever it
was, my cock ached for release. I tried everything to
get beneath that dreaded belt, but the most I was able
to do was wiggle half a pinky beneath it. I couldn't
even touch my cock.
I placed my face into the pillow to muffle my sobs. I
didn't get much sleep, but then again, neither did my
The next morning my came to the basement carrying
a tray of breakfast. I was sitting calmly propped up
on the bed. I kept my hand under the sheets.
I was bleeding a little from where I had been working
the chain that was attached to the cuff, but she
didn't need to know that.
"It's breakfast time, sweetie." My looked a
mess. Her hair was in disarray and her robe was open
displaying the evidence of her night's activities.
The lips of her sex appeared inflamed and there were
telltale hickies on her neck. The bitch. Wasn't it
bad enough what she had done to me, did she have to
flaunt it, mocking me?
"I'm not hungry right now, but you can leave it for
later." I was hungry, but I couldn't risk her seeing
my hand. It would be too easy for her to figure out
what I had been doing.
Before I could react, there was the warning crackle of
electricity. My body was wracked by spasms from the
stun gun. My only thought was why?
"You were a very naughty last night. I did all
this for your own protection and how do you repay me?
You disobey me!" She snatched the covers off of my
hand. "Do you think I'm stupid? There are cameras
watching your every move. You can't even fart without
me knowing it."
She went over to the trunk located at the far end of
the room and opened it with a key. Then she came back
over with what looked like two black bags, which she
began to put on my hands.
I struggled as soon as I realized their purpose, but
after the stun gun, I was as weak as a kitten. Soon
my hands were balled up in the mittens and she locked
each of them. She had taken my hands away from me.
Then, she got up, placed my tray on the floor and
It took awhile before I felt like I could move again.
I experimentally tested the mittens on my hands. Then,
I remembered the cameras. I looked around for them,
but couldn't find them. As small as they make them
now, they could be anywhere.
I cried for awhile, but it was more dry heaves. There
weren't many tears left to give. After thirty
minutes, she descended the stairs again.
She looked down at my untouched breakfast and tapped
the tray with her bare foot. "When I said it was
breakfast time; it wasn't a question."
She advanced with the stun gun. There was no way I
could endure that again, so soon after the last shock.
"Wait-wait, I wanted to, but my hands." I fell out of
bed, as I sought to evade the stun gun.
"They're not coming off until I think you've learned
your lesson. Now eat your breakfast!"
I walked over toward the tray, but I found it was out
of my reach. "I can't reach it," I said.
"Sure you can. You just aren't trying hard enough.
Would you like me to encourage you?"
She was scaring me again. She was the creature again,
the uncaring creature that smiled and talked calmly
while torturing and imprisoning her husband.
I got down on my stomach and stretched out. I reached
for the tray to pull it to me, but she put her foot
down on it.
"Leave it," she commanded.
"How am I going eat it with no hands?"
"You've got a mouth don't you?"
I swallowed my pride and began to lap up the cold
oatmeal, glaring up at her accusingly. As if it
weren't humiliating enough, she squatted so that her
well used was inches from my face.
"Don't you dare look at me like that. If you had been
satisfying me like a husband should, this would have
never happened. When you ate me yesterday, I almost
had second thoughts about this. That is, until she
fucked me last night and what a fuck it was. Just
look at my poor little pussy. Now, that is a well-
fucked pussy, isn't it?"
I ignored her, licking up the last of the oatmeal.
She pulled me head up by my hair, until I was staring
at her sex.
"I said, isn't it?"
"Yes." Just give in and give her what she wants, I
told myself. She has to make a mistake sometime. A
guest or a neighbor coming to visit, would be all that
it took for me to get my freedom back.
"All you had to do was, do me like yesterday, but you
had to hold back on me all this time, didn't you?"
"I'm sorry," I said. Then attempting to get back in
her good graces, I kissed the crinkly lips of her
sex. The scent of her sex was overpowering after
making love all night.
She moaned in response and I gave her what she wanted.
I tried to get back her good side or at least make her
see reason, with my mouth and tongue. She rolled me
over on my back and rode my face.
The chastity belt my swollen cock. I moaned from
the pain and my need. She confused my moans for
"You like this don't you? Moan for me, my little
lezzie. You love this. You love being my slut."
She tugged my nipples, teasing me even more. By the
time she finally came, my face was a mess and my
tongue and lips ached.
She took her time getting off of me and picked up
several pills from the breakfast tray.
"Here take these. Don't worry, I'm not trying to kill
you. These will just help keep you on an even keel so
I took the medicine. She patted me on the head and
then got up to leave. As she ascended the stairs, she
turned and asked. "Now, aren't you sorry for making
me take another lover," she said, twisting the knife
in my heart.
This is the way it went for two weeks. I stayed in
the dark basement and didn't leave the bed except when
my came down to feed me. There was a bathroom in
the basement as well, but without the use of my hands,
I had to depend on her for all my needs. My only
entertainment was listening to the sounds above me in
the house. The pills she was giving me didn't seem to
be working at all. I lost track on the times I cried
during the day.
Finally, the boredom and the sheer inhumanness of my
current situation drove me to the edge of madness and
despair. I made my decision.
"Eat your breakfast or else," she warned, brandishing
the stun gun.
"No. Shock me all you want, but I'm not going to
"Oh, you'll eat alright."
"No, I won't. I can't live like this anymore. I'd
rather die. Take these mittens off of my hands so I
can end this torment." I was proud of myself. I
didn't even cry.
She stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. "You're
right. Listen, just eat your food and I'll think of
something else, okay?"
"This is the last time," I warned, but obeyed her.
She was actually nice enough to feed me with the spoon
For the first time in weeks, I was happy. One way or
another I was getting out of this basement.
Five hours later, she came down the steps again.
Instead of bearing a tray of food, her arms were full
of bags. I could feel my anger rising. I was trapped
and contemplating suicide and while the bitch went
"I've got it!" she said. "I figured out a solution to
this mess." She threw the bags on my bed and kissed
"Are you going to let me go?" I asked.
"In a manner of speaking, sweetie. Go on; place your
hands on the headboard. I'm not taking any chances
with you, while I remove all this stuff."
"I'm not going to live like this," I said. "Promise
you will turn me loose."
"I promise," she said in an exasperated manner. As if
she had the right to be exasperated.
I placed my hands on the bed and she cuffed them.
Then she released me from all my other bonds.
Afterwards, she buckled some sort of ring around the
base of my penis.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just be quiet and I'll tell you all about it," she
said. "Well, while I was out I had a brainstorm.
Well, I owe it all to you, really. You see, I almost
feel like you're a when you eat me out. So, I
decided to make you into a girl. Alex would never
suspect that you were my husband then."
I started struggling again. This was not the solution
"Stop fighting me on this you little bitch," Jill
said. "Look it's either this or I leave you down here
and I assure you, I can make you eat, even if I have
to put a tube down your throat."
Images of her castrating me flashed through my mind.
I pictured myself bleeding to death in the bed.
"You're not going to cut me are you?"
"Of course not."
I stopped struggling and she unlocked one of the
cuffs, placing the key in my free hand. She kissed me
and then stepped back.
"Go on, and undo your cuffs. We have a lot of work to
do, so we better get started.
I undid the cuff, stood up, and waited for the room to
stop spinning. Then, I walked towards the door,
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"I'm outta here." But I wasn't. Just then, it felt
as though I had been kicked in the balls by a horse.
I fell to the ground in the most intense pain I had
"That's just a taste of what happens when you disobey
me," she said. "Now get into the bathroom, so we can
I couldn't walk, so I crawled to the bathroom. Once
there, she set to work transforming me. First she
gave me a bath and then shaved me. Her mood appeared
amiable, yet I knew a dangerous bitch lay just under
the surface. I didn't chance another encounter with
her alter personality, so I did every thing she asked
and answered her every question with a yes.
"Now how do we explain, how you came to live in this
house? How about we tell Alex you're the maid? Would
you like to be my little maid?"
"A maid should call the lady of the house Mistress,
"Yes . . . Mistress." I would have called her Goddess
to keep from getting shocked again.
"Oh, I do so love the sound of that. Don't you feel
so sexy now that all that nasty body hair is
"We can't very well call you Maid can we? And Bill
and William are definitely not suitable names. How
about Bambi or Barbi? Which do you like best?"
"Can I choose another?"
"I *said* Bambi or Barbi."
I wouldn't inflict a name like Bambi or Barbi on
anyone, but I didn't appear to have much say in the
matter, so Barbi it was. "Barbi, Mistress."
"Well Barbi, your hair is too short for most anything
except a bob. Do you want me to give you a bob?"
"Yes, Mistress." And so it went. My eyebrows
plucked, my ears pierced, some sort of latex
were glued to my chest, and I now had manicured nails.
Worse, I had to agree to each step of my
Finally, she placed the chastity belt back on me and
dressed me in a maid's uniform. However, there was one
big difference which would become apparent later:
there was no back in the skirt. This meant that the
cheeks of my ass would be exposed at all times.
"What do you think of yourself?" she asked, as we
stood in front of a mirror.
"I-I look pretty Mistress." The truth was; I wasn't
just lying to please her. I did look pretty. I
didn't even recognize the cute leggy standing
in front of the mirror in high heels. As
disconcerting as it was to admit, I would have tried
to pick her-I mean me up.
"That isn't a very Barbi-ish voice is it?"
"Ugh-no, Mistress," I replied, sounding as feminine as
"That's better Barbi, but say it lower, with more
breath and less voice."
"A smidge softer, Barbi."
"Like this, Mistress?"
I thought the worst was over, but the trials had only
begun. By the time the week was over, I almost
yearned for days of being chained to the bed again.
Everywhere I went, she followed behind carrying a
riding crop, while I unlearned twenty years worth of
living as a man.
<Thwack-thwack-thwack!> She alternately smacked each
cheek of my bottom. "You're walking like a
again. Swivel those hips and place one foot over the
other when you step, Barbi."
I had seen the walk she wanted me to effect before.
It wasn't a walk that you would see from a
professional woman, unless that woman's profession was
walking the streets. As much as I tried to resist, it
was a walk that soon became second nature.
"Pick up that cigarette butt, Will," she ordered.
I bent forward at the waist as I had been taught,
taking particular care for my movements to be
<Thwack!Thwack!Twack!> She cropped my ass, almost
causing me to fall. I fucked up again; I had responded
to my name.
"Your name isn't Will, is it bitch? Who's Will?"
"No Mistress, my name is Barbi. Will, is your dead
husband, Mistress." I curtseyed very low, because
this was a bad offense. The worst part was admitting
that Will was dead, which never failed to bring tears
to my eyes.
"Who did you say you were?"
"I'm Barbi, Mistress. Your maid."
"You didn't sound very thrilled at the prospect. Are
you sure you'd rather not be my cock-sucking maid
"No, Mistress. I'm Barbi, your maid." I
smiled and dropped to the floor, kissing her shoes.
"That's much better slut. You better not forget it
either," she warned, emphasizing her words with the
crop. "Mmmm, you look sexy licking my shoes, but I
think I have something better for you to lick."
There wasn't a free moment to be myself. My every
waking breath was taken up by Barbi and my wife. When
we talked, she quizzed me about my life. Of course, I
made up convincing lies about a fantasy childhood, of
being made fun of being named Barbi, of coming to
terms with being a submissive lesbian. Jill would
cross-examine and punish me if I messed up even the
She even bought me a Pilates exercise machine to
lengthen my limbs and help me develop grace. She kept
my feet locked in heels even when I slept. Much of my
time was spent between her legs on what she called
advanced courses in lesbianism. I grew used to being
continually teased and sexually frustrated. My only
release was the occasional nocturnal emission.
This was my routine for over a month. I was no longer
surprised when I walked in front of a mirror. My
punishments now were for failing to be a good maid,
instead of failing to be a good female. No one else
had seen Barbi, because Jill didn't let me out of the
house and would always send me down to the basement
whenever Alex or someone else would come over.
However, that was all to change one morning. . .
It was morning and Mistress was late. I passed the
time by doing splits in bed. Why? Well, my was
determined to make a woman out of me and women were
more flexible than men. Every morning Mistress would
come down to examine my progress. She would make me
try to put my legs behind my head, spread them to each
side with my legs straight, and to each side with my
legs bent. As if this wasn't humiliating enough, she
would measure my progress with a tape measure. If
there wasn't enough progress, she would punish the
insides of my thighs until there was.
I stretched my legs wide, my inner thighs burning from
the strain. However, it wasn't even close to the burn
from the crop. It was at this moment I was broken out
of my ruminations.
"Jill? Jill?" I heard Alex calling for my
throughout the house. Then my worst fears came true
when the door to the basement opened. I quickly
ducked my head under the pillow.
"Jill, are you down here?" The basement was only lit
with a small nightlight. I held perfectly still,
hoping she wouldn't see me, but to no avail.
"Oh, there you are," she said.
I was petrified. This was the woman who wanted to
kill me and had stolen my wife. Her voice was deep,
but it wasn't quite a man's voice either.
Oh, please go away-please go away. But, she didn't.
Instead, she descended the steps. I tried to shrink
back, when she grabbed my ankle.
"Lookie-lookie, Jillie's wearing fuck-me pumps in bed.
. . How kinky."
It wasn't by choice that I had the heels on, I didn't
even think about them anymore. The only time I was
allowed to take them off, was when I bathed.
I felt the hand move up my legs and cup my ass. Then
it moved towards the crotch and paused at the belt.
She jerked the sheet off of my body. I was only
covered by the pillow over my head and a see-through
"Kinkier and Kinkier, Jillie. Well, if I can't have
that pussy, I'll have to settle for a piece of that
I felt strong hands lift my ass up. Then I felt her
spit in my ass crack. How disgusting. A finger
worked it in, which was withdrawn and replaced by two.
I thought I would hate it, but instead I found it
"Aw, listen to my little rich bitch moan. She wants
it up the ass doesn't she?"
Was I moaning? I probably was, after not having any
sexual release in over a month.
She slapped my ass. Hard. "I said, doesn't she?"
I moaned loudly. It was the only thing I could think
to do. It was so dark, she couldn't see me well enough
to know that I wasn't Jill, but if she heard my voice,
I would surely be given away.
"I bet you do, slut," she said, jamming the head of
her plastic cock against my tightly clenched virgin
rosebud. I cried out in pain.
"Oh, you've never done this before, have you? I
thought you had from the get-up. Just relax your ass
for me and daddy will take good care of you."
I heard her spit again, but I was thankful for the
I relaxed my ass as best I could and she slowly
pressed it home until the full length was embedded in
me. She called me little pet names and stroked my
back as I accepted it. Then, she slowly began to fuck
me with it. As I grew accustomed to it, she picked up
the pace. Her language changed. She called me a high
class slut and her rich ass whore, while she spanked
I was beyond caring at that point. I felt a molten
heat coursing through my loins. I was going to cum.
It was just then that she decided to pull out of my
ass. She teased me with the tip, poking it in my
little hole, but not enough to finish me off.
"That's right moan for me bitch. You should have let
me do this a long time ago."
I couldn't help but moan. I needed to and my cock
hurt inside the tight sheath of the chastity belt.
"Who's your daddy, little rich girl? Huh ass whore?
Who's your daddy?"
My body betrayed me. I needed to more than
anything. "You are-ugh, you're my daddy," I moaned,
raising myself onto all fours and thrusting back into
her, filling my ass with her dildo.
"Who the fuck?" She pushed me off of her. I turned
back around and then reality set in. Did she know who
I was? What was she going to do if she knew? My gaze
fell to the large dildo she wore between her legs.
God, how had that huge thing fit inside of me? She
saw my stares and quickly put it back inside her
pants. She blushed from embarrassment.
"Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in
here?" she demanded.
I froze up inside, unable to answer. Instead, I fled
the basement and her. I ran up to the only safe place
I could think of - my bedroom.
As I burst in, I ran into my coming out of the
bathroom and drying her hair. I cringed behind her,
with Alex following close behind.
"Damnit, don't make me chase you bitch- oh," Alex
said, upon seeing Jill. "Jill, would you mind telling
me who you have in the basement?"
"Sweetie, I told you I was thinking about getting a
maid." Jill, pushed me in front of her. "Alex, may I
present Barbi, our new maid." She spanked me on the
ass. "Have you forgotten your manners *girl*?"
"No, Mistress." I curtseyed as I had been trained,
bringing the small nightie up to my waist. "A
pleasure to meet you Alex." This was the first time I
had gotten a good look at the woman who had stolen my
wife. She had very short brown hair and her body
could be best described as thick, not really fat, just
thick. The same could be said for her face. There
were no rolls of fat, but it was square shaped and the
same width as her neck. For, the life of me, I
couldn't see what my found attractive about this
"Sorry about that down there Barbi, I thought you were
Jill." Alex looked over at Jill and blushed again.
"You should have said something."
My raised the back of my nightie up and poked her
finger in my loosened rear. "I see. Barbi, why
didn't you tell Master Alex who you were?"
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I shrugged my
shoulders. "I don't know. Ugh-scared I guess."
My sat down on the bed. "Over my lap Barbi. You
can't be getting into this kind of mischief in my
I looked up in horror. She couldn't expect to spank
me in front of Alex, could she? Her eyes told me she
could. I placed myself over her legs.
"Give me your belt Alex," Jill said, exposing my ass.
"It's alright Jill. It was an honest mistake.
Besides, you can't honestly expect to *whip* her,"
Alex stated, yet I could hear the sound of her belt
"Oh, yes I can. You see Barbi is submissive and she
gets off on being dominated. In return, she gives me
a really good deal on her services." <Whack!> She
strapped me with the belt to emphasize he point.
"Isn't that right, Barbi?"
"And I intend on getting a very good deal on the
services rendered." With that my gave my ass a
beating, all while Alex watched. I held back for as
long as I could, trying to salvage what pride I could
in front of my wife's lover, but eventually she broke
me down. I kicked my legs, squealed, cried, and
blubbered, as my ass was covered with stripes. I was
thoroughly broken and humiliated by the time the
ordeal was over.
Finally, the blows stopped. "Now, go get yourself
cleaned up and in uniform . . . the one in your
closet. Then make us a nice fruit bowl for
As I left the room, I heard Jill clear her throat.
Shit, I almost forgot. I turned and curtseyed.
"Thank you Mistress."
The show had obviously turned on my as well as
Alex, judging by the way their hands traveled over one
"Oh, and Barbi, I think we will take breakfast in
"Yes, Mistress," I said, curtseyed again and then
left. My hands traveled over my throbbing ass to rub
the pain out of the raised ridges left by the belt.
I went down to my room, washed the tears from my eyes,
and made my face up. Then I put on the maid outfit in
the closet. I was pleased when I noticed this one
didn't expose the cheeks of my ass. I hurried to the
kitchen and cut up some fruit and knocked on the
bedroom door. "Mistress, I have the fruit."
"Ah-well, bring it in girl."
I opened the door and almost stumbled when I saw the
sight in front of me. They were on the bed-our bed,
making love. I could see Alex's hips thrust and my
wife's legs wrapped around her back, beneath the
sheets. Keeping my eyes averted from them, I walked
over and placed the breakfast tray on the nightstand.
"Fuck Alex, you've got me so hot I'm going to like
crazy. Goddamn, I'm hot." I couldn't help but look at
my biting Alex's shoulder. She was drenched with
sweat. I was jealous. Not just of my wife, but the
pleasure she was receiving. I hurried to get out of
"Hot-hot-it's too goddamn hot. Did I say you could
leave Barbi-doll? Oh baby, you're fucking me so good
Alex-right there. Work it right there. Ugh- Barbi,
turn the fan on and pull down the sheet, I'm burning
How much more humiliation was I going to have to
endure? One thing was for sure: there was no way
Alex was going to mistake me for a jealous husband. I
did as I was asked, trying not to watch or disturb
them while I did. The worst part was uncovering them.
I had always fantasized about my and another
woman, but not like this. Not watching a mannish
woman fuck my while I was unable to do anything
"You want it you high-class bitch. You want me to
fuck you with it?" Alex demanded.
"Oh God yes! Fuck me with that big cock!" my
said, as she placed her feet over Alex's shoulders.
Then Alex leaned forward, lifting my wife's ass off
the bed, and began plowing into her pussy.
Unfortunately for me, I could see every stroke and
hear every wet smack.
Jill cried and squealed as she came, with her
fingernails digging into Alex's back. I stood to the
side, trying to appear disinterested and not let my
frustration and jealousy show.
"Get off of me, lover." Jill pushed Alex off, now that
she was contented. "Barbi-doll, go get us two towels
and dampen them with cold water."
I went to the master bath and did as my
requested. I heard Alex whisper as I left. "Are you
sure it's okay for her to be in here like this? While
we are making love?"
"Awww, don't mind her. She's just the maid. Besides,
do you see the way she flushes? She loves it? Barbi,
where the fuck is my towel? Get in here you little
I hurried back with the towels, handing one to my
She made no effort to take it. "What are you waiting
for? Wipe me down."
"Yes, Mistress." I then had to bathe the sweaty body
my while she lay in bed. The air was heavy with
the musky scent of sex. I even had to sponge off my
wife's well-used cunt. When it was over, I went to
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Jill asked.
Surely she couldn't expect me to do Alex as well?
"It's okay. I'll just grab a shower," Alex said.
"Oh Alex, you'll disappoint Barbi if you do that,"
Jill said, then turned to me and glared. "Go on. Ask
Master Alex if you can wash him."
Just great. Now, she expected my to call her
lover Master. "P-Please Master Alex. May I wash
you?" I was mortified and completely humiliated at
having to ask permission to serve the mannish woman.
"Go for it," she said.
I bent down to do the awful task. The butch
didn't even shave her armpits. I cleaned her though,
even cleaned the dildo that had violated my ass and my
Jill took particular delight in twisting the knife in
my gut. "Isn't Alex so strong? Doesn't Alex have a
magnificent cock? Have you ever seen one so large?"
"Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress." Of
course I haven't bitch, but I could buy one just as
big as if I wanted to. God, I hated that smug little
bitch and her bull lover. This had to be the
bottom. Please don't let it get any worse than this.
Have you ever noticed that just when you think you've
hit rock bottom, you find that there was a basement or
a subterranean cavern. Well, just when I thought it
surely couldn't get any worse, I soon found out how
wrong I was.
"Barbi-girl, I wanted to tell you, you've been doing a
wonderful job," Jill said.
Of course I had. Not only was I a full-time maid, and
kept the house spotless, but I became a permanent
fixture in their bedroom. One day she even had me
moisten Alex's dildo with my mouth before Alex fucked
her. Other times, I would be required to hold a leg
here or there or massage a cramp. If I failed to do
as asked, I was whipped. Refusal meant getting
shocked as soon as Alex left the house. I quickly
learned not to refuse.
"But, I've been worried about your little secret. I
think Alex is beginning to suspect something with your
little belt," she said, before continuing ominously.
"I think it's time to take more permanent measures."
"No, you can't!" I screamed, running for the door.
She shocked me, the force of which dropped me to the
floor and emptied my stomach.
"Stupid bitch. I can do anything I want. Haven't you
learned that yet?" She shocked me again and I passed
When I woke up, I was so cold, I thought I was dead.
It turned out I was in a bathtub of freezing water and
ice. "Raise up for me now, Barbi-doll."
I somehow willed my pelvis up. I was shocked at the
sight. My balls were gone, and my penis was only a
tiny little stump.
She quickly dried my crotch, applied super glue around
my crotch area, pressed on my tiny cock and pulled the
skin together around it. When she let go, my cock had
disappeared. In its place was a small slit.
"Well, that takes care of that." Jill tussled my hair
and helped me out of the tub.
"Go on, test it out. Let me see you use the
I sat down on the and when I released, water
gushed from the tiny slit she created. I knew that
from now on, I would be sitting whenever I wanted to
use the bathroom.
While I shook and shivered, she inspected the rest of
me. She nodded and seemed satisfied, until she came
to the fake breasts, she had glued to my chest. I
usually hid the seams with makeup so they appeared
almost real. However, the water had washed it away
and my skin now had a bluish tinge.
"Now let's see how these are coming along," she said.
Then, she applied a solvent and removed them. I was
shocked to see what waited underneath. I had breasts!
What had she done to me? Then I realized the pills
she had been feeding me.
"Hmmmm, these are cute. A little small, but
definitely breasts." My nipples were painfully hard
from the cold. She pinched one, causing me to squeal.
She laughed, pleased with the results.
She helped me stand and led me to a mirror. I was
naked, without make-up, and appeared to be a girl.
"Barbi-Barbi, are you a or a boy?" my asked.
"I'm a girl, Mistress." I answered the question as I
always had. Before, I knew for sure I was still a
-- still her husband underneath the clothes and
makeup. But, now I wasn't so sure. Tears rolled down
my cheeks and I searched the image for some trace.
Any trace of my former self.
However, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see
Will in the mirror anymore, only Barbi.
"I put your controller inside of you with your little
clittie. I'm not sure what the results would be if I
were to have to use it. Would you like for me to test
it?" She said, pulling out the remote in warning.
I fell to my knees. "Please don't, Mistress," I
"Then you better start begging girl," she said,
glancing down at her crotch.
I lowered her and lightly kissed her sex.
"Please, Mistress." She was very wet. I kissed her
thick lips. She turned around and leaned forward.
I kissed each of her cheeks. She reached her hands
back and spread them. "I said beg you little twit."
Having no choice, I kissed her puckered ring for the
first time. She appeared clean, but I could still
smell the aroma of her ass. "Please, Mistress," I
begged. I steeled myself and licked her there.
"Mmmmm, I can tell by the way you're moaning; you love
this slut. Well, don't you worry, there is plenty
more where this came from," Jill said. "Work that
tongue in there Barbi-girl, tongue fuck my ass."
I couldn't help moaning. The more aroused I got, the
more my penis inside my new slit. I slipped my
tongue past her tight ring and worshiped her ass. I
snuck my fingers into her sex. She came twice before
she let me up.
My life got a little worse after that day. I went
without most of the time and each curtsey
emasculated me a little more. Alex took more of an
interest in me, to my dismay. She would touch me
inappropriately. The worst was when she talked to me,
especially, when she asked about my life. I was
always so scared I would give away my secret; I know I
must have sounded like a simpering idiot.
Jill was spending less and less time inside the house.
I was left alone with Alex, which always scared me.
While I was dusting in the living room, she came up
behind me and placed her arms to either side of me,
"You look nice today, Barbi."
"Thank you, Master Alex," I said, curtseying and
blushing. My blush was a little redder than normal
today, because I had not been allowed to wear panties.
In the mirror, I could see Alex's eyes fastened onto
my little slit. She was wearing sweatpants and I
could feel the outline of her dildo against my ass,
when I raised and lowered in my curtsey.
"Your nails look nice, is that a new color?"
"It's Berry Red. It's different, but not new." I
curtseyed again. This time Alex was closer, grinding
against me. I was unable to lower my skirt due to her
"Your eyes are very pretty, Barbi."
"Thank you, Master Alex." I curtseyed again. I could
feel myself flush with arousal.
I felt her pull the uniform from over my head. I knew
I should try to stop her somehow. Her hands grabbed
my small and fondled my hard nipples.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful
breasts, little Barbi?"
I looked down and blushed. My nipples were erect.
"Jill says they are too small. She thinks I should
She pinched them, causing me to moan. "Don't ever do
that Barbi, they are wonderful." Her hands traveled
down my stomach, and she tried to touch my slit.
I grabbed her hand and jerked it away, lest she
discover my secret. "Please don't."
"Sorry," she said, pulling away.
I should have just let her go, but my body refused to
let go of her hand. I don't know what possessed me.
Maybe it was going without sex for over three months
now, maybe it was the hormones Jill must have
assuredly been feeding me or maybe it was having
someone who was kind to me.
"Wait," I said. I still don't know what possessed me,
but I pulled her finger to my mouth and on it.
Then I leaned forward and guided her hand to my ass.
"Is this what you want? Is this where you want it?"
"Yes. Please, Alex - I mean Master Alex."
Her finger probed my opening. It felt just as
wonderful as I remembered when she mistook me for my
wife in the basement. She tried to use her dildo, but
it was too big and I was too dry.
She could tell I was growing increasingly frustrated.
She tried to lead me to the bedroom.
"No, not there." There were too many bad memories in
that bedroom. I pulled her with me - downstairs to
I slid into bed on all fours. Using a bottle of
lotion, she lubricated my ass, opening me with her
fingers. She pulled them back and I felt the head of
her cock at my back entrance.
"Wait," I said. "Talk to me like before."
"You're gorgeous, Barbi. Perfect."
"No, not like upstairs. Like before." God, I wasn't
even a woman anymore. I was turning into such a slut.
"What is it Barbi? Tell me what you want me to do."
"Talk dirty to me and fuck me. Fuck me in the ass."
"Are you gonna be my ass-whore? My little slut
serving girl?" Alex said, falling easily into her
"Yes, Master Alex. Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass!"
She entered me and I pushed back, burying her dildo in
my ass in one stroke. I felt like I had been in
two, but it felt good. I felt full.
"Take it slut," Alex said, slapping my ass in time
with her strokes.
I cried, I grunted, I moaned, and then I felt the
feeling again from before. My body grew hot and I
could feel the pleasure grip. I came for the first
time in months. I reached my hand down and cupped my
slit, catching the evidence and then disposing of it.
"God, you are wonderful," Alex said, massaging my
shoulders. "Jill doesn't do that, have you noticed.
You've had to. She just lays there."
I knew Alex was right. That was the way she did when
we were and that was the way she was with me
now. Hmmm, actually even though we were still
on paper; I didn't even think of her as my
Later that night, I was awoken by someone shaking my
shoulder. "Alex?" I mumbled.
"No, Barbi, it's just me, you little whore,"
"Mistress? I'm sorry Mistress," I gushed, beginning
"Shush, Barbi. I couldn't expect a little dim-witted
slut like you to keep her legs closed. You can
entertain Alex all you want, as long as you perform
the rest of your duties."
I felt her crawling over me. Then her skirt settled
over my face. "Now get busy with your duties."
I knew my duties well having performed them at least
twice a day, for the last several months. I knew her
different flavors by heart, even the strong scent of
her monthlies. This time, I caught a different
flavor, a bitter taste, much like my own before I
She was again. Not just on me, but on Alex
as well. She was with another man. She
caught my hesitation.
"You know Barbi, sometimes a woman needs a man. A
warm cock to pump her full of semen. Sometimes, a
talented mouth or cold dildo just doesn't cut it."
I felt a fleeting jealousy and betrayal, but what
could I do? My cock was away inside of me. It
was useless. I was only a mouth to her.
"This is going to be our little secret okay?" Then
she settled down on my face. I pleasured her as I
always had. She grunted and flexed her hips three
times, signaling her orgasm. She sat on my face,
while it faded, then she simply got up and left.
Things actually got better for me after that.
Whenever, Alex began to ask too many personal
questions, I would press her hand under the back of my
skirt. A simple "I need you," would shut her up.
Jill was around less often . . . probably with her new
lover. I didn't care, it meant less whippings. Which
was good for me. She always seemed to come home with a
cunt full of cum, but I had grown used to it.
However, I never grew used to the things she told me
while I service her.
"Oh Barbi-girl, I have a present for you," she would
taunt in a sing-song voice. "My poor cunny is full of
cum and we can't let Alex find out, can we? That's it
baby. Suck it all out of me. Yes, I know there is a
lot in there. He had the biggest balls. You should
have heard the way they slapped against me. I've got
a load in my ass too for you too, when you are
After I serviced her, and that was what it was too . .
. servicing. She never once touched me for pleasure.
After she came, she got up to leave as usual.
"Mistress?" I asked before she left.
"Are you sure Alex would kill me?" I asked. It was
something I had found myself contemplating more and
"Bitch!" she accused. She picked up the crop and
spanked me like never before. She spanked my ass, my
thighs, my tiny slit, even my newly formed breasts.
"Stupid cunt. You even think like a now. Well,
I'll show you what happens to stupid bitches that
think too much."
I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, after I served breakfast, I couldn't
even bear to sit down in the chair.
"Alex," my said smugly, giving me a knowing
glance. "What would you do if you ran into my
Alex's hand clenched so hard her knuckles turned
white. "I would slit his throat and stick his balls
down the hole."
Jill patted Alex's hand. "Well, he's gone forever now,
so we won't have to worry about that. Barbi, honey,
pick up the bowl you dropped and throw the pieces away
before someone gets cut."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, still shaking in fear.
"Alex, do you mind if I take Barbi with me today?"
Alex looked over at me. It was clear she didn't want
me to go, but she shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I
Later that day, my took me to the beauty salon
and I got a new hairstyle. My bangs were swept to the
front, framing my face and my bob was made even more
"I need to get her lips done," my said. "and do
you do piercing here, as well?"
"Yes, we do, and electrolysis too."
"Maybe next time, but I want her to have a tongue
The beautician stared at me, curious that I didn't say
anything. Then she gave a knowing smirk and set back
My lips were injected with something that stung like
mad. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed they were
twice the normal size. Then, another was called
from the back. She unwrapped a long needle and asked
me to stick my tongue out. She jabbed the needle
through my tongue and filled the with a ball
When we got back in the car, I flipped the visor down
and touched my tender lips.
"What do call lips like that Barbi?" my
I tried to keep myself from crying, but I was
unsuccessful. "C-Cockthuther lisp, Mithwess." Dear
God, I couldn't even speak.
She had persuaded me. I would never ask about Alex
again or second guess my wife. However, she wasn't
finished. She took me to a hotel room and had me
strip her and then had me strip down to my stockings.
"Ha-ha, you even sound like a now."
She laid on the bed and spread her legs lewdly. "I
want to test that tongue out slut."
I ate her, while she played with my hair. However,
she wouldn't let me make her cum. Every time she got
close, she would pull my head back.
"No slut, just keep me ready," Jill said.
There was a knock on the door.
"Get it slut. No, don't put anything else on," she
"Yeth, Mithwess." I curtseyed. I opened the door,
using it to shield my naked body. It was a man.
He appeared to be young, about my age.
"Oh good, it's Mark," Jill said. "Ask him in stupid."
I cringed at the thought of someone else being in on
my secret, but I had no choice in the matter. I
curtseyed as I had been taught. "Pwease come in
"She talks funny," Mark said, laughing at my efforts
to talk. "Is she a retard or something?"
Asshole! Let's see how you would talk after your lips
were blown up like balloons and your tongue pierced.
"That's just the way she talks. I kind of like it. I
think it's cute."
Mark entered the room and walked around me, inspecting
me. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "What is she, some kind of
"Oh yes," my said. "Go on stupid. Undress him."
With shaking hands, I removed his clothes and folded
them up on the chair.
"You're taking too long slut. I've dried out now.
Get him nice and wet for me."
I couldn't believe my ears. It was one thing to do
this for Alex, but quite another for a real man. I
looked over at her to plead with her, but her eyes
didn't waver. She held the remote in her hand as a
I dropped to my knees. I looked up frightfully at his
already aroused cock. I licked it, lubricating it for
"Put it in your mouth stupid," Jill said.
God, I hated that bitch. I opened my mouth and tried
to wrap my lips around his cock. Alex's was much
larger, but after the collagen injections this one
felt huge. I moaned as it pushed against my swollen
"Fuck this bitch is hot. I've never seen lips like
that. Listen to her moan. Go ahead and moan baby."
Mark put his hand behind my head and fucked my face.
"Don't you dare waste that on her, Mark. Come here
and put that cock in my pussy," Jill said.
Mark reluctantly pulled out of my mouth and walked
over to the bed. He got between my wife's thighs, but
she stopped him.
"Come here stupid and place that inside of
me," Jill said.
I was mortified. I got on the bed and pointed Mark's
shiny cock at my wife's very aroused sex. I pushed
his hips forward with my other hand, until he was
fully in her.
"Un-fucking-real," Mark said incredulously. "She does
everything you say."
"Oh yes, she loves me, but she knows I need cock.
Come on Barbi-slut. Help Mark fuck me. That's a
girl. Show him what I like."
I was slightly in a daze, but I did it. I pushed him
in and out of her. I showed him how to lean back, so
that his cock hit the top of her sex, like she wanted.
I licked her clit while he fucked her. When he came,
my ordered me to squeeze his balls, so that his
cum would empty into her.
"Now this is Barbi's favorite part," Jill said, her
legs still lewdly spread. "Come on dear, get your
"No-fucking-way," Mark said, while I bent to perform
my disgusting task. I lapped and their
combined fluids out of her swollen. My lips and
pierced tongue ached, but I was still able to make her
"Tank, yew Mithwess," I said afterwards.
Mark was sitting in a chair, staring openmouthed at
me. "Can she do me Jill? I need me some cleaning
too." he grinned.
I looked down in horror at his softened cock. Jill
caught the look of fear in my eyes and smiled. "Yes,
sweetie, she would love to. Besides, I think I've had
enough cock for awhile. Go on slut, you know what to
I couldn't believe she would make me do this. In all
our time together, she had never my cock. I
got out of bed and knelt between his thighs.
"Say, please, Master Mark." Jill said.
I burned with humiliation, my eyes fixed to the floor.
"Pwease, Masther Mahk."
"Do me slut." I bent to take it in my mouth. "No,
retard. Lick it first, like a lollipop," Mark said.
What an asshole; what could she see in this jerk? I
began the disgusting task of cleaning his cock.
"The balls too."
I licked his sweaty hairy balls, surrendering whatever
pride I had left. To my horror, I watched as his cock
began to swell and bob up against his stomach.
"Take it between those lips, slut," he
I took his member in my mouth, and he pushed on the
back of my head until it was down my throat. "God,
this is one hot bitch. Those lips and that tongue are
driving me crazy."
He grabbed my hair and pushed me up and down his shaft
with increasing speed. My breath came raggedly out of
"Move her hair out of the way. I want to get a close-
up of this," Jill said.
I looked over in horror at the Jill had pointed
at my face. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt his
cock swell on my mouth. I had no choice but to
swallow the semen coursing down my throat. The
flashes from the cut me to my soul.
As we drove home that night, I looked out the window
at the night sky. I touched my swollen lips, wincing
at the pain. After we left the hotel room, we went
shopping and then to a movie. Mistress had given me a
new name. Cocksucker.
"Hey, Cocksucker, get out your pictures. I want to
look at them again."
I got out the pictures she had taken while I
Mark's cock and handed them to her. After we left the
hotel room, she took me to the one-hour photo shop.
"If you are tempted to run off slut, take a moment and
think about it before you do. Here you are dressed as
a slut with a pack of condoms in your pocket book.
Anyone who sees you will think you're a whore. You
would end up in jail as a bitch to whoever has the
She was right. I was totally under her control even
when she wasn't there. She left to go shopping, while
I stood there waiting for the photos to be processed.
The employees at the store had a lot of laughs at my
expense. To my dismay, I watched while they passed my
pictures around, giggling and pointing at me. During
this time the line at the counter had grown quite
Then, the took my photos to the front and
opened up the pack. He flipped through them in front
of everyone until he came to a of me licking a
strand of that was stuck to my lips. "You had a
bad case of red-eye on this one, but we were able to
clean it up."
"Thank you. Can I just pay for them now," I said,
blushing in humiliation.
"Sure. Are you sure you wouldn't like one of these
pictures put on a mug or a t-shirt?" I heard several
sniggers behind me.
"No thanks. I just want to pay for them *now*."
I paid for the pictures, leaving another piece of my
dignity at the shop. I wondered how much I had
The worst part was telling my every sordid detail
of the affair afterwards.
"Hey cocksucker, I kind of like this here
where his knob is just in your mouth. You look so
cute like that. Tomorrow, I'm going to take you back
to the photo shop, so you can get a t-shirt with this
Thanks bitch. Thanks for giving me something to look
forward to. Thankfully, she was tired and when we
arrived home, I was able to go straight to bed. I
cried for a few minutes, but I was too tired to cry
I awoke that night when the lights in the basement
were cut on. I heard someone coming down the steps.
Then the lights were went back off and I felt someone
got into bed with me.
"Alex?" The light kisses at my neck were the answer
to my question.
"Where do you want it, my little ass whore?" she
"Shhh-don't talk tonight. Just make love to me." I
grabbed her cock and positioned it at my entrance.
She spooned behind me and made love to me. I didn't
cum, but I faked it. It just felt good to have
someone close to me. I wondered how someone who
treated me so nice; could hate someone the way she
I wondered how someone who supposedly loved me like my
wife, didn't seem to care at all when she took the
pleasure I gave or when she was giving me pain.
It made me think of something that had been at the
back of my mind for awhile. I rolled over on top of
Alex, straddling her with my legs and resting my head
on her chest. "Alex, when you are with me, do you
She hugged me tightly, but waited a while before she
answered. "You're the best Barbi. You give me all
the pleasure I need." Then she kissed me.
I felt her hands moving up and down my bottom. This
was a game I played before. She wasn't getting out of
it that easy.
"But, do you cum?"
She stopped caressing me and took too long to answer.
I slid down her body, kissing her skin around the
straps that attached her dildo. I began sliding them
down her hips.
She caught my hands. "Please Barb. I don't like it
like that . . . not since I was-"
"Shhh," I kissed the top of her curly hair, inhaling
her musky aroma. "I want to suck your cock." Though
she held my hands, I worked it down further with my
mouth. I kissed her swollen clit.
"Are you going to make me beg for it? I will you
know. I'll beg for it," I pleaded. "Please Alex, let
me suck your cock. I need it."
She moaned, letting my hands go. I pulled the harness
off. Then, I kissed my way back up her thighs, but
she kept her sex covered with her hands.
I a finger as if it were a cock. I could feel
her resistance waning. "I'm a cocksucking slut. I
need your dick in my mouth. Please?"
Her hands fell away and I her clit in my mouth
as if it were a dick. I pulled my mouth off with a
loud smack. "God, you're so big and hard Alex. I'm
going to make you in my mouth."
She cradled my mouth back to her clit with a loud
moan. The swelling in my lips became a vague memory,
as her cries grew louder and louder. I made her
probably for the first time ever.
Afterwards, she cradled me to her chest. "I love you
Barbi," she said. Then she turned on the table lamp.
When she looked at me, the shock was written on her
face. I remembered my swollen lips, hid them in her
chest and began to sob. I was afraid she wouldn't
like me, now that I looked like a comical freak . . .
a human blow-up doll.
"What the fuck happened. Who hit you? Has Jill
started back up with that wife-beater Will again? If
he's done this to you, I will kill him . . . and then
I'll kill her."
I cried even harder. "Nobody hit me. It's just
collagen injections. I-I never beat Jill. I never
beat anyone," I sobbed.
Alex rolled me off of her and looked into my eyes.
"What did you say?"
"I-I never beat her - never." It was out now. She
knew that I was Will. "Please Alex, please don't
"It's impossible. You can't be a man. I've seen you
without your clothes on," she stammered, eying my
It was too late now. Besides, I just wanted the lies
to be over. I spread my legs and brought her finger
to my slit. "Be careful - please."
She gently investigated it. She found that there was
nothing inside, it was just skin fused tightly
"Unbelievable. Why? Why did you do this?"
I sobbed hysterically and blabbed it all out -- every
sordid detail. Alex listened to the story, growing
madder and madder as I told my sick tale.
"I fucking kill her. I'll kill the bitch myself,"
Alex said at the end.
But she didn't kill her. The marriage is over and I
got a very generous settlement. Alex stood beside me
in the courtroom as a gentle reminder to Jill. It
didn't that we had stolen the tapes Jill
had made of my transformation. There was enough
incriminating evidence to get her sent away for a very
long time. The settlement was very generous.
After the trial, Alex kissed me on the cheek. "If you
ever can forgive me, I would like to be your friend."
It had been awhile since I had seen Alex. I had spent
the time before the trial by myself, because I had a
lot to think about.
I hooked my arm inside of hers and led her into the
hall. "Come here. I've got something to show you." I
took her to the ladies room and locked the door to the
stall. She looked at me questioningly and slightly
I reached for her belt and began to unfasten it. She
pulled my hands away. "Are you going to make me beg?
I will you know," I said.
I took hold of the hem of my tight black dress and
pulled it over my head. Alex's eyes fastened onto my
body. I took off the heels I was wearing and stood
before Alex totally nude.
It was my turn to be afraid, but I had to find out the
truth. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Yes," Alex breathed. She stared at my breasts, but
her eyes avoided my slit. Yes, I still kept it tucked
up. Maybe it was because it had been inside of me for
so long maybe it was the hormones Jill had given me
and I still took, but I no longer grew hard.
"Are you afraid to look at it, because I'm a freak?" I
"No," Alex grabbed me and pushed me against the stall.
She manhandled me, lifted my leg up and placed it on
the tissue dispenser, lewdly spreading my legs. Then,
she knelt down between them and lovingly kissed my
slit. I felt her tongue work in the grove and tease
the head of my penis within. My legs grow weak under
She stood up and kissed me hard, forcing her tongue in
my mouth. I could feel the bulge in her pants, as she
ground against me. She unzipped her pants, freeing
I bent down and took it in my mouth, until it was
covered in saliva. She reached down, grabbed me in
her arms and lifted me easily. My legs wrapped around
her waist and I felt the head of her cock at my
"I guess you're a rich bitch now, huh? I wonder how
much you would pay for a good fucking right now?" Alex
"I'd give it all to you," I moaned.
"But you don't have any money right now, do you?"
"No," I admitted.
"Hmmm, what else do you have to barter with? How
about your body?"
"Yes, you can have it."
She lowered me an inch, so that her cock slipped
inside my entrance.
"I like the sound of that bitch." She rubbed her hand
over my body possessively. "This my body. You belong
to me now, don't you slut."
"Yes." I wrapped my legs around her tighter. "Please
"How much are you worth now, bitch?" Alex demanded.
"How much did you win, cunt?"
"Oh God, seven hundred thousand, Master Alex."
"That's right slut, you better start addressing me
properly or I will have to punish you." She lowered
me until her cock was fully embedded in my ass.
"You want to be fucked, don't you? Beg me to fuck
"Ugh-please fuck me. Fuck my ass," I moaned.
"Louder!" Alex demanded, slapping my ass.
I couldn't believe she was doing this in such a public
place. I never realized how much something like this
could turn me on. "Goddamn it, fuck me now! Please
fuck me!" my cries echoed off the tile walls.
She fucked me right there. My back slapped against
the stall every time she slammed into me. She drove
her tongue into my open mouth.
"You're my whore now. My million dollar maid," Alex
grunted out between strokes and I knew she was right.
"You'll sleep with me in the master bedroom, but I've
grown to love you as the maid. Do you understand me?"
"Ahhh-yes," I gasped. I was going to be the maid -
her maid. I myself teetering on my heels,
while Alex drove into me from behind while I attempted
to vacuum. I could feel the orgasm seize my insides,
as I clenched her pumping cock. I felt the white hot
stab of pleasure, as my built up and struggled to
escape my slit.
"Ugh-Ugh-going to take a firm hand with you," she
I snuck my hand down her pants and fingered her
clenched ass. "Ugh-make-you-pay-for-that-ugh-slut-
cumming-cumming," she gasped.
Her body shook, as she ground her crotch against mine.
I explored her mouth with my tongue, tasting her soft
"I love you Alex," I said between kisses.
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