Secrets Ch. 51

51

The rest of the afternoon seemed to last forever. My aching was both mental and physical. It seemed I was throbbing inside and out. At least it was Friday. I was no longer in a position to ever really know what was going to be next for me, be it the next day or sometimes the next hour, but at least I felt sure I wouldn't be in office for a couple days.

At last 5:30 arrived and I left the office, as quietly and discreetly as I could. The physical ache had at least eased off somewhat, but I didn't feel quite ready to face Craig again, or even to have to make small talk with anyone. It was though I was wearing a disguise that was hiding the real me, and it was getting too tiring to have to keep up that pretense.

I walked to the parking garage where Jane had told me she had left her car, and it all made sense that her car was so close, since she had come to have a date and have sex in my office. I couldn't stop picturing the two of them together during my whole drive home. I knew the kind of joy that Jane was getting out of taking her pleasure at my expense like this, but I wondered how much Alex was as well. Enough to start spreading rumours, it seemed.

The house was empty when I arrived home. It was a relief to get out of my suit and tie, even if that meant re-dressing in one of my home uniforms. I put on fresh panties as part of it, as my leaking had left a stain in the others. I looked at myself in the mirror once I was dressed. On the whole, I felt so silly and ridiculous still, but there were parts of it that I was starting to appreciate. My legs looked good in the stockings, and the little skirt came somewhat close to making my ass look sort of sexy. I wondered if I could ever really be pretty, or what these men thought of me when they saw me kneeling down in front of them.

I wanted to be sure that Jane would come home to dinner, so I shook myself out of my thoughts and got to work. I got busy in the kitchen and then buzzed around the rest of the ground floor while things were cooking, making sure that everything was neat and tidy and in its place. There was a feeling of peace and warmth inside of me, growing more deep as I worked, and I began to realize that even in anticipation of my efforts making Jane smile, or making her evening just a little bit better, I was happy. I was happy to serve her, and I was happy to be hers. I might be locked in chastity, and I might still have a plug stuffed inside me, but I was happy. This is where, and who, I was supposed to be.

The smile on her face when she did come home and saw me only reassured those feelings. She almost laughed out loud, seeing me in my uniform, as though she'd forgotten that I'd be dressed in such a way. There was this look in her eyes that made me truly feel like I was a plaything for her -- cherished and cared for and wanted, but of course not desired in the same way that she felt for the men whose physical attention she now had access to. I put dinner on the table as she went upstairs quickly to get out of her work clothes.

We had a lovely evening together. We talked and laughed, with me mostly expressing my submission to her through being attentive in little ways. I made sure her wine glass was never empty. She never had to get up to fetch anything that she expressed a desire for. When dinner was finished, she moved into the living room while I cleaned up. When I joined her there afterwards, I sat on the sofa with her, her feet in my lap as I massaged them.

"I noticed that you didn't ask me about Jordan, the intern," she said, turning to me and smiling.

"You said you were going to try to seduce him," I said, even then still feeling that this was a strange conversation for a married couple to be having.

"I did say that," she smiled. "And I did."

"Already?" I asked, surprised for a moment, but then asking myself why I should be.

"Oh yes," she answered, her smile only widening. "He was rather nervous, but then quite enthusiastic."

"You.. you had sex with him?" I asked.

"I did. I had him fuck me in an office boardroom, in just the way he confessed to have been fantasizing about me."

"You liked it too?"

"I did, very much. It was kind of thrilling to know that he'd already been thinking about me that way, and he was so happy when I helped him make one of his dreams come true."

I was so aware, at that moment, of how I was dressed and controlled.

"These men: Jordan and Alex, and the other, they please you better than I did, don't they? I don't mean now, of course, since you've told me that I won't anymore. I mean, they are better than I ever was, aren't they?" I asked, feeling my cheeks burn as I forced out the words.

"Are you feeling a little jealous, honey?"

"No, it's not quite that, Mistress," I answered. "I have just been thinking that I probably wasn't the best at meeting your needs, you know, in bed. I love you, and I loved being with you, but I guess I also know that I'm not the biggest, and I know that other things got in the way of our sex life."

"Other things like your desire to be tied up and dominated?" she asked, but not angrily.

"Yes, things like that too. I know that my kinks got in between us."

"I know it too, in ways that I'm really only understanding more fully every day. But, to answer your original question, yes. Yes, to be honest and frank, the men that I've chosen to be with are more skilled lovers than you were. Most of them are better endowed than you are, even before you were caged. It isn't just their size, though. They are all so excited to get to be with me."

"They all know you are married, don't they?"

"Yes, they do. Some, like Alex, have gotten a taste of what your new role is in our marriage, others know just that I've put a chastity cage on you, and some don't know anything more than the fact that I'm married. Why do you ask?"

"I guess I can't help but wonder what they think about me -- not about me in person, exactly, but about the fact that you have a husband."

"Well, in the case of young Jordan today, I just told him that he didn't have to worry about you. The others, well, I think they might range anywhere from not caring to perhaps quite enjoying that they are taking your place in my bed, so to speak. Just imagine if they knew the truth."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I suppose having your wife step out on you is embarrassing in itself, given that it implies that you can't satisfy her, but your predicament is something more altogether, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, Mistress."

"If I think they are a better lover than you, I also share that with them. I like that they know that. It makes them feel good."

"Oh god, you do?"

"I certainly do," she smiled. "So, you've been thinking back about our past sex life, have you?"

"I suppose so, yes Mistress."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"I... I was wondering if I am better at doing this than I was at being a normal husband."

"When you say 'doing this' do you mean being a submissive servant, being dressed up and shown off as a sissy, or do you mean servicing men's cocks?" she asked.

"I guess all of it together?"

"I'd try to take them one at a time, but honestly I think the answer to all three is yes," she said. "I think you've found your calling. Not only are you taking better care of the house and of me, but from what I've witnessed, you throw yourself into sucking cock with an intensity that I don't think I felt in the bedroom. I think you do when I've had you go down on me, especially lately, but when we were having sex -- no."

"Thank you for being honest with me," I answered meekly.

"I guess that must be strange for you. To realize now that you're better at making men cum than you are for women?"

"Oh, it feels so embarrassing when you say it like that, Mistress."

My squirming only made her smile wider, and perhaps push even farther.

"It's true though, isn't it? You're a better sissy slut than you were a man. You're a better domestic servant than you were a husband. And you're so much better at sucking cock an getting fucked by men than you ever were trying to pleasure a woman. I kind of wonder if your old girlfriends would agree."

"Oh god..." I moaned, suddenly picturing her asking each and every past lover of mine to comment.

"You feel it though, don't you? That you're a better sissy than you were a man?"

"I guess I do."

"Say it out loud for me."

"I am a better sissy than I was a man, Mistress." I obeyed.

"I know you are. Don't worry. Now that the week is over, you won't have to pretend to be a man until you go back to the office. Not until Tuesday, I suppose. That's three full days for you to be your proper new self -- properly dressed and obedient."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"That reminds me of something, actually. You've been collared and caged and marked as a sissy, so I was thinking that you should also be named as one."

"Named as one, Mistress?"

"Yes. I mean, look at you. It doesn't really make a lot of sense for me, or anyone else for that matter, to be calling you David, does it?"

"I suppose not, Mistress."

"Neither do I. I was thinking of either Daisy or Dolly for you. I like the idea of a nice, pretty, flowery name for you, but in the end I think that Dolly will suit you better, since I know how you like to be played with. So, Dolly it is."

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered, my mind suddenly reeling.

"You will know, when I call you by this name, that I'm talking to the real you. You will know, when others call you Dolly, that they know the truth too, and that you should obey them. This is how you'll introduce yourself during these times, and this is how I hope and trust that you will come to think of yourself. Dolly is your real name, from now on. David will become just what you used to be called, and what those who don't know the real you call you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand."

"Good girl. What is your name?"

"My name is Dolly, Mistress."

"Very good. That's right. Who loves to obey her Mistress?"

"Dolly loves to obey her Mistress."

"And who loves to suck cock?"

"Dolly loves to suck cock, Mistress."

"Who loves to be fucked by big strong men?"

"Dolly does, Mistress. Dolly loves to be fucked by big strong men, Mistress."

I could see her enjoying herself so much, and with every answer I felt myself squirming and leaking. Having to say these things out loud made them so real.

"Since my Dolly loves those things so much, I'm really going to have to help you find more outlets for such things. As fun as it is to have you find men at your work to blow, we don't want your secrets to spread too widely, do we?"

"No, please not, Mistress," I answered.

"I mean, there is already Alex and now Craig, right there in your office. I could ask more of the men who I know if they would also be interested in helping you out -- but I suspect most of them don't really lean that way. How about you, Dolly? Do you have any ideas?"

It was humiliating to have to suggest men this way -- men who I might want to or get to service with my mouth and ass. Having to brainstorm new outlets for my emasculation and further travel into homosexuality, if that was what this was.

"I suppose there could be Jennifer's husband, Mistress," I answered.

"Very true," she said. "I think we know he'd be interested. I don't recall if I told you, but Jenn said that he'd be interested in fucking me as well. I will also tell you that I know you were probably online having these thoughts as fantasies before you confessed them to me. I know there may well have been men you talked about wanting to service. Maybe now is the time you can make those fantasies real too. So tell me, is there anyone else you think of? Or other places you could look?"

"I... I heard about one place, Mistress," I ventured, wondering if she really meant to offer such a blanket amnesty for all my past exploring.

"What kind of place would that be, Dolly?"

"I think it is like a kind of Gentleman's Club, Mistress. The kind of place that has a private membership for those who know what it really is."

"And what is it really?"

"A club for men who want to be served by submissive men and sissies, Mistress."

"This sounds very intriguing. I'd like you to find what information you can about this place and send it to me later. I'll check it out, to see if it is suitable for you."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, suddenly nervous again.

I realized, now that she knew so much, that I hated the feeling of hiding the truth.

"Mistress, I have to tell you something," I said.

"Go ahead, Dolly," she said.

"This club. It isn't just a place that I've heard of. I've been there. A man I was talking to online before -- he told me about it, and he sent me there."

"And did you do what you were told when you were there, Dolly? Did you obey those men?"

"I did, Mistress."

The silence terrified me, as I waited for her to say something.

"Dolly, I want you to understand something. I know that you had secrets before this. I know that you had fantasies, and I know that you acted on them. Obviously you had toys to play with, and you probably came to the point at which just playing with toys and imagining these scenarios wasn't enough. I've accepted that, and one of the reasons I have is because I think we both deserve a clean slate. I am glad that you told me the truth about this club. I won't be asking you for a full account of every time you've explored your hunger in ways like this, but I will expect honesty about it when asked. The day you got your collar is a new start. From that point on, I expect honesty and obedience from you -- in fact I will insist on it. I think you will find that I'm now in a position to exact punishments that are more severe than divorce. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress. It is."

"I want to say again that I'm proud of you for telling me about this club. I'm sure you were scared. I'm also sure that you must want to go back there. Is that true?"

"Yes, Mistress. I think it will be a good place for me to be used by men, and for me to pleasure them, Mistress."

"Dolly wants to go there and suck cock and get fucked, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress. Dolly wants to suck cock there and get fucked there, Mistress."

"Then I'm sure we can make that happy for slutty Dolly. You asked me before if I was having better sex with my new lovers than I was with you. In that vein, I want you to understand that your sex life, as Dolly, is also going to improve -- both in quality and quantity. It will be limited, as we've talked about, but I'm confident that you're going to be so much happier as Dolly than you were as David. Your mouth and ass are going to be much better sexual organs than that sad, locked up little cock ever was."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Now, it's time for bed. I know that it is the weekend, but I think we're going to be busy. I think that we're both going to need to do some shopping, and I think it would be lovely to have Jenn and Ken over as well. It will be fun to entertain, now that you can be even more fully the good girl that I know Dolly can be."

She slid her feet out of my lap and rose up to go upstairs. I had just a couple of little things to do and put away before I joined her. She had chosen a pretty satin outfit for me to sleep in, and she also allowed me to remove the plug while I got changed into it. I'd been wearing it for so long that it left me feeling gaping wide and open for quite some time even after it was out.

I felt the relief of this fresh start, which completely replaced that temporary panic of imagining myself found out for my past sins. There was her firm statement on punishment on record, but despite that all I could think of was her grace, and her somewhat teasing promise to make Dolly's life so much fuller sexually than David's had been. I drifted off to sleep full of wonderful questions about how that might be made true.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and full of energy. It was my first full day as Dolly, and I was determined not to let Mistress down. I slipped downstairs while she continued sleeping and made coffee and prepared everything for breakfast, so that she would be able to be eating within minutes. With that ready, I made my way back upstairs. I took a quick shower and then went to Dolly's room, as I now thought of it, to pick out a uniform for the day. I slipped into a classic French maid's outfit, with fishnet stockings. I thought for a moment about re-plugging myself, but I decided that decisions like that were probably not mine to make.

When Jane did arise, she seemed quite happy, both with my outfit and with the breakfast preparations. As she sat and ate her freshly scrambled eggs, she announced her plans for the day.

"I'm so glad that you've kept our house so clean all week," she said. "Of course that means that there really isn't a long list of chores for you to complete on a day like today."

"I suppose not, Mistress," I answered.

"In fact, I was bragging about you to Jenn when I was texting with her to finalize details about a shopping outing with her. With both her and Ken working and playing so hard, they don't have the same situation."

"I suppose not, Mistress."

"But that just gave me a wonderful idea. I've offered her your services, to clean their house, while Jenn and I are out shopping. Isn't that a perfect solution?"

"I guess so, Mistress," I answered.

"You sound less than excited, Dolly. Why is that?"

"Maybe it's silly, Mistress. It is just that I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about being nothing but a sissy until work next week."

"That is still true, Dolly," she said.

"But if I have to leave the house, Mistress...."

"Oh, I think that for a short trip in the car to Jenn's house, travelling as Dolly shouldn't be a problem at all. Do you?"

"Oh god, you want me to go there like this?"

"Of course. That is how Dolly dresses. I can't think of anything more boring than having you be a sissy maid for my friends while dressed as a boring man. Of course you'll dress as Dolly. Who knows, if you do a good enough job, maybe this could be a regular side hustle for you."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, trying to think about how fast I could get into the car without being seen, and what kind of overcoat I might be able to find to wear over these clothes.

"Good girl. They are ready for us any time now, so why don't you clean up and we can head over. Oh, and if you're not already, get that sissy ass plugged for me. Nothing too big today -- we don't want you too stretched out in case you can convince Ken to fuck you."

I took a deep breath, finished up the last bites of my breakfast, and got to work. Once the kitchen was pristine again, I went upstairs to select a plug and insert it, then returned downstairs. Jane was there waiting. She had me sit down on the little wooden bench we kept in the foyer.

"You'll need proper footwear if we're going out," she said.

She proceeded to help me into a pair of pink patent leather five-inch heels. One little detail of the pair she chose that was impossible to overlook was that the strap that fit around my ankle closed with a little lock. She smiled as she looked up at me and showed me the key before tucking it away into her purse.

I stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and turned to the closet to look for an overcoat.

"Don't be silly," Jane laughed. "It's far too warm for a coat. Come on along. I'll drive."

At least Jane went out first, so I hoped that perhaps she was scouting for onlookers. If she noted any, however, she didn't say. I took a deep breath, kept my eyes down, and rushed out as quickly as I could on my heels. It took only moments for me to get into the passenger seat and close the door, but I still felt my heart pounding as a result of even that brief exposure. Jane took her time to get settled before starting the car and backing out of the driveway.

She was cheerful and chatty the whole drive. Even so, it was impossible to forget about what was happening. There was no tint to speak of on the car windows, so anyone who looked over might be able to see me -- a man dressed in satin and lace and fishnet. At least Jennifer and Master -- it seemed impossible for me to think of him as 'Ken' anymore -- already knew my secrets. It would be embarrassing to have to be in their house wearing just this uniform, but at least I wouldn't have to see that expression of someone getting to see this new real me for the first time.

The experience of exposure was repeated once again when we arrived at their house. Their driveway was long enough that we could pull in behind their car, but the distance between our car and the front door still seemed so very far for a man in heels and wearing a skirt that wasn't long enough to reach the tops of my stockings. Jane simply got out and made her way towards it, leaving me to follow.

I didn't see anyone, but in these neighbourhoods there was really no way to tell who might be watching from the anonymity of their darkened windows. Mercifully, Jane came to the door quickly after Jane rang the doorbell and let us in.

"Oh, look at you! How adorable of you to dress the part!" Jennifer swooned after she closed the door and had the time to have a good long look at me.

"Isn't she adorable?" Jane answered on my behalf. "I'd like to introduce you to Dolly, my new maid and housekeeper and plaything. Say hello, Dolly, and why don't you call her 'Miss Jane' out of respect."

"Hello, Miss Jane," I said, feeling humiliation as my seemingly constant companion.

"Hello, Dolly," she said warmly. "I think you know your way around the house fairly well, so why don't you fetch coffee for your Mistress and I. We'll be in the living room."

The casual way she simply dismissed me was startling. I felt entirely like the help, rather than how I'd been made to feel every other of the numerous times that I'd been in their home.

"Yes, Miss Jane," I replied in a daze, and made my way to their kitchen.

A pot of coffee had already been made, so all I had to do was put a couple mugs on a tray, fill them, and carry them out along with a pot of sugar and some cream in a porcelain dispenser. When I arrived in the living room with the tray, the two of them did an excellent job of ignoring me, other than Jenn reminding me of how she would like her coffee prepared.

As they continued chatting, I just took a step back and waited, somewhat awkwardly, wondering what might be expected of me next. The two of them seemed completely oblivious of me, chatting and laughing and making plans until they had both mostly finished their coffees and decided they were ready to head out for their excursion.

Jennifer, upon standing, handed me a piece of paper which contained a checklist of chores.

"Nothing too challenging," she said. "I don't think I'll unleash you on our laundry on this first try, but taking care of the kitchen, the washrooms, vacuuming and the dusting will be very helpful."

"Yes, Miss Jenn," I said simply, realizing that this wasn't going to be any performative task where I was just watched as I pranced around in uniform -- there was a lot of work ahead of me.

"Excellent," she said.

"We'll be back later, Dolly," said Jane. "Make me proud."

"Yes, Mistress. I will," I answered, feeling the real weight of my task just then.

My behaviour and my work would reflect on Jane, my Mistress. I could not fair, not in her best friend's home.

"Ken went out for breakfast, and for what seems like his weekly visit to the hardware store," Jenn commented as she led Jane out the front door. "I'm sure he'll be back in his own time."

She smiled and Jane waved, and then I was alone. I took a deep breath and then decided I'd best get going. I had no idea how long they'd really be gone, and the list was long, especially considering I'd have to complete them all in high heels. Using a strategy I'd found effective since college, I decided to tackle the task I least wanted to do first. That meant the washrooms. I found the utility closet, gathered up the cleaning supplied, then made my way upstairs to start work.

Things weren't too bad, which was a relief, but it was still hard work to properly scrub and clean and shine up the floors, sinks, fixtures, toilets and showers in the two washrooms upstairs and the one on the main floor. Bent over or kneeling as I worked, I didn't feel at all sexy. When I did catch sight of myself in the mirror, I felt mostly ridiculous-looking and silly. I felt the constant torment of the plug, even if it wasn't the largest I'd worn. Having the heels locked onto my feet was also proving to be a very effective mind-fuck.

I was standing in their short downstairs hallway, having just finished cleaning the last washroom when I heard the side door open.

"Well hello there, fuckdoll," he said upon seeing me.

"Hello, Master," I answered.

"It's been a while," he said, carrying a couple bags. "I like the way your Mistress is dressing you these days."

"Thank you, Master."

"Follow me," he said, then started walking towards the kitchen. "I understand that your Mistress has given you a new name."

"Yes, Master. She has named me Dolly."

"That's a very good name for you," he said. "It suits you, and your purpose."

"Thank you, Master."

I followed him right into the kitchen where he stopped and turned towards me.

"On the subject of your purpose, turn around and bend over," he said.

I could feel my heart pounding. I turned and I started to lean forwards, bending myself over the kitchen island.

"Such a good and eager little fuckdoll," he said, lifting up my skirt as I obeyed.

He pulled down my panties and roughly tugged the plug from my ass. I wasn't empty for long, as he immediately pressed the head of his stiffened cock to the rosebud opening and thrust forward. I felt him lifting my heels off the tile floor with each rough drive up into me. He filled up and stretched my plug-primed ass and in thanks for the use and the sensations, I gripped him tight inside me. I could feel my cage driven against the edge of the counter. I could feel his hands on me, on my hip and on the small of my back, pushing me down and holding me in place.

His fucking was hard and fast and urgent, as though hunger had been pent up inside him. He was hard and thick and he pushed his full length into me, again and again. It ached but I couldn't pretend, even to myself, that I didn't want it. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to use me and fill me. I wanted, so very badly, to feel him explode inside me.

Given the urgency he was apparently feeling, he didn't take long at all before giving me that gift. With a series of grunts he came, and I felt the warmth of his seed pumped into my ass. His thrusts as he came were full and hard, ramming me against the counter. He held himself inside, after his last productive push, resting there for a minute or two, until I could just start to feel him soften. Only then did he pull back and immediately stuff the plug back in place.

"Back to work, Dolly," he said as I heard him re-buckle his belt and walk away. "I'm sure you've got a lot to do."

Panting, used and filled, I rose up and pulled my panties back into place. He was already climbing the stairs by the time I was put together again, and I heard the water start to run in the shower of one of the washrooms I'd just finished cleaning. This was my place and my role, I reminded myself.

Feeling his warm load of cum plugged inside me, I found my list and got back to work.

Interlude

Jane and Jennifer were having a wonderful time. Jenn was happy just knowing that her house was being cleaned for her while she shopped, and Jane was riding the high she'd felt since she'd walked into someone else's house with her husband dressed and delivered as a helpless sissy maid. They'd taken Jane's car shopping, so there wasn't any way for Dolly to leave on her own -- not that she would.

"So, what does it mean that you've given him a new name?" Jenn asked.

"Well, to start, I just didn't want to be calling him by a male name when he was dressed up in his home outfits. It didn't seem right, and I like the idea of teasing him with the idea that he's becoming more totally a sissy."

"Is that just an idea?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've taken pussy away from him. You're dressing him in sissy clothes at home all the time. When it comes to sex, you're basically turning him gay. Do you need the male version of him anymore?"

"If you put it that way, I suppose not. He's doing the cooking and cleaning, and his clothing won't change how handy he is or isn't around the house. If I ever needed his cock for anything, as much as it was, I don't anymore. Why, what are you thinking?"

Jenn giggled at the dig Jane had taken at her husband's endowment. From what she had seen, he was very small caged, and he was likely to be caged most if not all of the time.

"Oh, I don't know. I just got to thinking about him and his new sex life a bit ago. You said he'll never be with a woman again, other than going down on you. With men, he's a bottom, sucking cock and getting fucked. Any orgasms he gets from now on will be prostate orgasms. What's his cock even for anymore?"

"Wow," Jane laughed. "You're so wicked."

"Maybe I am. Maybe it's too much."

Jane was quiet for a bit, and didn't say much until they were in the next store, browsing though rather exquisitely expensive sets of lingerie.

"How would I do it?" Jane asked.

"Do what?"

"Take his cock away from him?"

"Well, if you're really thinking about it, I think they start with the balls, not with the cock."

"You mean like a vasectomy?"

"In that area, but rather than just snipping the tube that carries his swimmers into his cum, sterilizing him, they snip the balls right out and remove them."

"Oh my god, really?"

"Yes, I think so."

"What would that do to him?"

"I'm no expert, love, but without his balls, he's not going to be producing testosterone anymore. That's going to change body hair and body chemistry. He could still orgasm, I'm pretty sure, but I don't think he'd get hard, or certainly not as hard, and not for very long. He might even start to grow breasts."

"Damn, that sounds so intense... and permanent, I'm guessing."

"You don't think what you're doing to him now is permanent?" Jennifer asked.

"I guess so. I mean, some people have tattoos removed."

"Sure, but that only matters if you're planning to let him go. I kind of got the idea that no matter what was changing, you weren't looking to move on. You're not thinking about divorce or anything, are you?"

"No, not at all. As strange as it is, I still love him. I'm just also loving that he's mine in a different way."

"Well, if it's still 'till death do us part' then I'd think that the collar and the piercings and the tattoos are just as permanent. The only question is whether or not that's something you want."

"I'd never even thought of it, honestly. I didn't even make the connection when I talked about making him into Dolly at home," Jane said. "But now that you've mentioned it, I don't know if I'll be able to stop thinking about it. Actually castrating him. Fuck. Should the idea turn me on this much?"

Jennifer laughed.

"I'm far beyond asking myself if things that I like 'should' turn me on, or wondering why they do. I just want to know what they are, how wet they make me, and how I can make them happen."

"Do you think he'd let me?" Jane asked.

"I'm not sure he's in a position to be the one that lets you do or not do anything anymore, but I get it. That's not the kind of thing you want to do if he's going to hate you for it. I don't know him as well as you do, especially not knowing him as Dolly, but how has he reacted to what you've done so far?"

"I can tell that some of it is a real challenge for him -- even if it's not quite the things that I thought would be the hardest -- but to be honest, I think that he loves it. The teasing and humiliation works for him. Even the emasculation and the cuckolding. I swear to god, I think he craves the idea of sucking cock more than he ever did sex."

"Then I think that if you want it, and you tell him how much it would turn you on to really turn him into Dolly all the way, I'd lay money on him asking you for it."

"You really think so?"

"Think about where he is right now. Think about how he's dressed and what he's doing while we're not even there to watch. The best reward he can hope for today is Ken fucking him, and I get to come home to spotless house. What wouldn't he do for you?"

"Why didn't I figure out before now how easy men were?" Jane laughed. "Yesterday I had to flirt with an intern for maybe 15 minutes and had him so turned on that he fucked me in a boardroom at work."

"That's amazing," Jenn laughed. "But don't worry about the past, or what you didn't know until now. Just take advantage of every moment from now on."

"I guess so. There's plenty of men left to fuck," Jane smiled.

"Speaking of men," Jenn said, looking around the shop, "See any you like?"

"I think in a lingerie shop, you're only going to find married men shopping for their wives, or men like David secretly buying things for themselves. I've got a sissy at home, and I don't think I want to be the other woman."

"Those are reasonable guidelines," Jenn said. "I've got a couple things to buy here, then what do you say we find a single man to beg to fuck us?"

"Not a bad idea, but let me also try this out," Jane said with a new light in her eyes.

She looked around the store and let her eyes settle on a reasonably handsome man who was quietly quite well dressed in the way that spoke of having money. She walked over to him.

"Excuse me," she said. "Do you have a moment?"

"For you dear, I certainly do," he answered with a smile.

"Do you see my friend over there?"

"I do. She's just as lovely as you."

"She and I are looking to purchase a few things here, and we would be so very grateful if you were to buy them for us."

"Really. That does sound like it would be very generous of me. Are you offering something in return for my kindness?"

"I can see that you're wearing a wedding ring," Jane said, "so I wouldn't want to insult you, or your wife, by suggesting any kind of trade of sexual favours. If you'd like, however, I think I could convince her to let you watch me kiss her."

The man smiled, especially as Jane made mention of his unnamed wife.

"A kiss?"

"I can promise you that I will kiss her rather thoroughly."

"Then how could I possibly refuse," he said. "Do lead on."

Jane could hardly stop herself from laughing as she returned to Jennifer.

"Follow me," she said. "Bring your picks."

She led the way to the cash desk, where they laid their items on the desk. The total was well into the hundreds of dollars and the well dressed gentleman didn't bat an eye at it. He just presented his gold card to the clerk. Once it was all rung through and packaged up, Jane continued to lead the way. Just outside the shop she paused and turned to Jennifer.

"Just go with it," Jane said, and then leaned in to kiss Jenn on the lips.

She brought her hands to Jennifer's hips, pulling her close and tight, tilting her head and slowly letting her tongue extend to trace her lips and then slide so slightly into her mouth. She could feel the man watching, as well as more than a few others around them. After a minute or two, she broke the kiss and smiled at the man, still eagerly watching though seemingly a bit hesitant about being part of the scene that was developing.

"Totally worth it," he smiled, then turned on his heels and disappeared into the crowd.

"What was that?" Jenn asked.

"I just kind of wanted to prove to myself that men really are that easy," she said. "Given that, why would we pay for what others could pay for instead. I told him I'd let him watch me kiss you if he picked up the bill for our lingerie."

"Damn girl," Jenn laughed. "The way you've got me worked up, we either have to find a man to fuck us both, or you're going to have to take care of me yourself."

"If only I'd brought along my strap-on," Jane laughed.

"There's a sex toy shop in this mall, so don't tease me if you're not serious."

"You're not kidding, are you?" Jane asked.

"I'm definitely not," Jennifer replied.

"Then lead the way."

The two of them held hands as they walked rather quickly to find the store Jennifer had mentioned. Once they were there, Jennifer led the way, moving with intention to the aisle where the harnesses and dildos were displayed.

"Can I help you two find anything?" asked the helpful woman tending the store.

"Absolutely," Jenn said. "I need to find a strap-on harness for my friend here, along with a dildo that works with it. I'm looking for something about eight inches, with a reasonable girth. Nothing comical or extreme, but with some texture. We're also going to need lube."

"Of course," the woman replied. "It's so refreshing to help someone who knows what they want."

In just a few minutes, Jane had a basket loaded down with all that she needed.

"Is there anything else?" the shopkeeper asked.

"No, I think that's everything," Jane answered. "Unless you've got a back room where I can try this out."

"Oh, would you like to make sure the harness fits you?"

"It's not that," Jane answered. "It's more along the lines of me wanting to take care of my friend's needs as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible," Jennifer repeated.

"Well normally, that's not something I can help you with," the shopkeeper answered, "but to hell with it. It's been a quiet day. Follow me."

She led the way through a locked door in the back of the store, through a narrow corridor and past shelves stuffed full of cardboard boxes. At the end was a small room which barely fit a small sofa and coffee table.

"All I can offer is the break room," she said. "I'm sorry if it's a bit run down and tight."

"Oh never mind," Jenn said. "This is so generous of you."

"I'll just leave you two alone then," she said with a smile.

Once she returned to the store and left the two of them alone, they smiled at each other.

"Are we really doing this?" Jane asked.

"You're not backing out on me now," Jenn said. "My panties are soaked."

"Mine too, frankly," Jane answered.

Both of them worked together to unpack the new toys. Once they were free, Jane stripped free of her jeans and panties and secured the harness around her hips. She got it tight and slid the dildo into place. She lubricated it as she watched Jenn remove her own pants and underwear. She hadn't been kidding -- her lips were glistening.

They kissed for a minute, and then Jenn turned around in Jane's arms. She knelt on the sofa and looked back at Jane over her shoulder.

"Show no mercy," she teased.

Jane took her at her word. She stepped up close behind her and brought the rounded tip of the dildo to Jennifer's offered pussy. She felt the base of the toy against her own sex then started to push. The pressure felt exquisite, as did Jennifer's skin under her hands. As she built up her speed and depth, she felt something click, and then nearly screamed out loud as the dildo began to vibrate.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Jenn.

"I know," moaned Jane. "I didn't know it was going to do that."

"Just don't stop!"

Jane didn't. She kept on thrusting and rolling her hips, driving the humming toy deeper and deeper, rolling her hips and shifting her angles, working to maximize the sensations for both of them. They moaned and gasped and ignored the volume of the sounds they were making.

They took their time, even though the motion was intense and growing faster all the time. Jane could feel and hear Jennifer getting closer and closer to the edge and, thanks to the vibrations rumbling between them, she was getting there right along with her. In an overwhelming crescendo, they came together, crying out with pure pleasure and amazement. They rode the motion through multiple waves of orgasm, until Jane could no longer stand. Exhausted and satisfied, Jane slipped the dildo free and collapsed onto the sofa beside Jenn. Once again they kissed and embraced each other.

In the aftermath, they both were more aware of their surroundings, so they got themselves cleaned up and dressed. They found a paper bag to carry their new purchases home with, after rinsing off the dildo in the small staff washroom.

They were glowing as they thanked their host yet again and added a generous tip to the purchase price. They started out of the store, and Jenn quickly darted back to the cash desk for a moment.

"I noticed the security camera," she said softly. "I don't care if you keep the recording -- but just send me a copy."

She slid the woman a card with her email address, winked, then caught up to Jane and took her hand once more. There was still more shopping to be done.