Maid Games, Pt 11

Maid Games, Pt 11

(Cross-dressing, FFm, sissy, DS, FLR, maid, corset, chastity, consensual, reluctant, feminization)

By ChangeYourPassword Miranda's escapade and a threesome

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the first parts of 'Mind Games', first.

Week two at work, dressed in my feminine business attire went a little better than the first days, when everyone was surprised and unsettled by my appearance.

Most of my colleagues remained uncomfortable with my feminine outerwear. In most other respects I was still a guy. And I was certainly still the brilliant engineer and technician I'd always been.

As far as they were concerned, I'd just gone all weird in terms of dress.

Some accepted it and wrote it off as a foible brought on by my pretty girlfriend. The rest just ignored it.

And, Emily was pleased, and loved me, like I loved her.

At week's end, I was scheduled to perform as a maid at Miranda's house.

That probably meant fantasy work as a maid, as well as so kinky sex under Miranda's control.

++++++++++++ If you despise Miranda, you might want to skip this section.

I showed up in my maid's uniform on Saturday morning nervous, as always, but looking forward to sex. Miranda was always exciting, and scarry.

It was almost a relief when she explained that she'd be gone for most of the day, running errands and visiting with friends. I'd be on my own to clean like a proper maid.

After an affectionate greeting, I went straight to work.

I didn't see her again until late in the afternoon. She said 'hi' as she returned, but then left me alone until dinner.

We worked together to prepare our meal and then sat down to enjoy the food.

But the meal wasn't a particularly comfortable one. She seemed a little tense, for some reason. She appeared distracted. I wasn't sure what was going on.

After I'd finished cleaning the kitchen, I walked out into the living room and found her waiting for me.

"Come with me Kendra, It's time for some fun."

I had been wondering about sex with her all day.

Love making sessions with her were sometimes difficult, humiliating or even painful, but it was always exhilarating. She rode me to fantastic orgasms.

I had to admit, the days when she strapped me down to the bed, so she could get me all worked up were exciting. It was torture, but not the painful version.

So, when I saw the straps, I felt both fearful and thrilled.

But this time was different.

She didn't have me strip and she didn't remove my cage.

Confusingly, for this occasion she had me kneel on the floor next to the bed, while she secured me face down to the side of the mattress, one arm stretched out to the far post at the headboard, and the other to the far post at the foot of the bed.

Like that, my upper body was on the bed, but my ass was on the edge, and my feet were on the floor. I wound up almost kneeling.

It was awfully uncomfortable and made me terribly nervous. "Miranda, what's going on?"

"It's time we tried a new game. I think I mentioned it a while ago.

"As a full-time girl and good little sissy, you need to learn to accept and enjoy my strap-on."

"What?" I cried. I thought I understood what she was getting at, and didn't like the idea one bit.

"I usually use my dildo in a girlfriend's pussy, but unfortunately, you, little girl, don't have one."

"Miranda, no. Not interested." I protested as I tried to turn my head to look behind me, at her. But I couldn't pull that off.

She chuckled. "But Kendra, you're used to that larger plug now. It won't be that bad. And I'm sure I can find the right angle to tickle your prostate. You do have one of those."

I grunted and tried to pull myself free. "I don't want a prick up my ass!"

"Hush!" She spanked me hard. It hurt.

Then she chuckled. "I didn't think you would. So, I have a way to motivate you. Ever heard of 'figging'? Ginger root?"

"No," I replied fearfully. I hadn't. And this was getting way too scarry. She'd never been this mean before. This almost felt like rape.

"Well, you should find this interesting, and motivating. And rest assured, it won't damage you in any way."

She chuckled, nastily. "Hell, you might even like it."

I had already concluded I wouldn't whatever it was.

"I expect after a while, you'll be begging me to lube up your ass and fuck you there. I do love it when you beg."

"No, Miranda, please. You're frightening me."

She didn't respond. Instead, she stepped out, leaving me to wait and worry.

A few minutes later I heard her return, and tried to twist to see what she was doing, but couldn't.

"Hold still." She muttered as she gave me a light pat on the ass. I felt her lift my skirt.

Then she removed my butt plug and let it dangle, the weight of the thing pulling on my base ring, and pinching my balls. It hurt, but I was too worried by what might come next. I was terrified that my ass hole was now gaping open and available for whatever she had planned.

A minute later, I felt her push something partway into my ass! It wasn't another plug, or a dildo. Perhaps just a finger. It didn't feel large, or long.

"See, no big deal. I'm just going to tape it in there, so it doesn't fall out."

"Huh? Miranda, what?" I asked, fretfully. I still had no idea what she was doing to me.

I felt her use some sort of tape on my ass crack. What the fuck?

"Hush. You'll see."

She giggled and added, "more like feel."

I jumped then as she gave me another slap on the ass, and just walked out, leaving me there, unable to move, wondering what would come next.

And a few minutes later, my insides started to tingle. In my ass.

And then it started to burn, and I started to groan and squirm. What the hell?!

"What's the matter Kendra?" Miranda asked innocently as she walked back in.

Again, I tried to turn to see her, but I was held too tightly, and she was directly behind me.

"Miranda, it burns," I whimpered.

"I know," she said, quietly, frustratingly.

"Take it out! Please. It hurts!" I cried, while struggling, twisting and turning. My ass was on fire! From the inside!

She chuckled. "Oh, baby. It's just a little ginger root. All natural. It just has that effect on people.

"Some like it. Of course they're masochists, and I don't think you qualify. At least not fully.

"I can remove it, and the pain will pass, especially if I put some soothing lube in there. Say on the end of my dildo."

I groaned. That was her game. I could barely think, though. The pain! I pulled on the straps but they held firm, and it hurt my wrists. Buit not as badly as the fire.

I almost cursed her, but I had enough sense to hold back.

She ran a hand around one of my ass cheeks and then up my back. In other circumstances, a lovely gesture.

She leaned over and almost whispered. "I'll do that for you, and you'll even get a prostate massage. But you need to want it. Like a horny little slut.

"Beg me to fuck your ass."

"Miranda!"

"Kenny," she chuckled. "You know how much I enjoy your begging. And you're going to enjoy being fucked, like a girl. So, tell me how much you want it.

"The burning will go away and be replaced by the good feelings, of anal sex. You'll see."

I continued to thrash and whine. The intense burning feelings the damn stuff was producing in my poor ass were killing me!

I was already pleading, but she wanted more.

"Please Miranda, take it out!" The agony was terrible.

"No. What do you really want?"

I had to give in. Had to...

"Please Miranda, fuck me in the ass!" I cried. I didn't add, 'you bitch.'

"What?" the bitch asked.

"Fuck me in the ass. Please..."

She actually giggled. "One more time with more respect."

I could barely think! "Please mistress. Please fuck your sissy in the ass."

"Perfect. Since you begged so nicely, little slut."

I moaned pathetically, and waited for the pain to stop. But she didn't take it out immediately. Instead, she walked around the bed so I could lift my head and see her wearing her strap on dildo.

She modeled it for me. Like I cared. It looked huge and real.

"It's double-headed. A nice little prick for me, and a much larger one for you. That way we can both get off."

The thing did look intimidating. A long and hard black cock. Strapped over her crotch.

I had no idea why she thought I could get off from that thing being poked into my ass.

As I continued to suffer, she lubed the thing up with long strokes of her hand. While I watched and prayed, she'd hurry.

"Don't worry, honey. This is coconut oil. It'll relieve the burning and allow you to enjoy yourself."

How in the hell could I 'enjoy myself'?

Finally, she strolled back around the bed, and at last, I felt her peel off the tape and remove the thing that was hurting me so. I was still burning and now, crying agony induced tears.

The small amount of cool air had provided some small amount of relief, but the fire inside was still killing me!

When she began pushing the fake cock in me, the oil stuff helped a lot; cooling the pain. She slowly inserted the dildo and when I felt her hips hit my ass cheeks, my ass felt full.

"See, not that much bigger than your normal plug. Your sweet ass welcomed it. You're such a girl."

She giggled and then she pulled out, and then pushed back in, pumping into me. And with some of those thrusts, as she slightly changed her angle, I felt an unusually pleasant tingle inside me. It must be my prostate. And the tingle seemed to travel around my entire middle. An unusual and not unpleasant feeling. It also made me feel like I needed to pee and poop. But I knew I couldn't.

As the pain slowly faded, it was replaced by more positive sexual feelings.

I was also well aware that Miranda was hammering at my ass. I could hear her panting and moaning with the effort.

"How does it feel, sweety?" she asked, between breaths.

"The burning has faded," I muttered.

"Feel it on your prostate?"

When I didn't answer she poked her nails in my ass cheeks, making me jump and squeal.

"Feel it?"

"Yes, sometimes, it tingles."

"Give it some time. They say you can get a very unique kind of orgasm."

"Huh."

I didn't believe her, but I was getting some sort of tickling, I supposed from my prostate. And it tingled all the way into my cock, still in its cage.

She laughed. "Get whatever pleasure you can."

As she continued to fuck me, she seemed to hit the right spot more often, and the tingling, tickling feelings grew more intense. They slacked off as I felt her slow down and shudder to her orgasm. But she didn't pull out. A few minutes later she resumed pumping into me. And again, the feelings from my prostate being rubbed, intensified.

And I could actually feel my cum pushing.

Suddenly, surprisingly, I shuddered, as an orgasm of some different type hit me. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before

My poor cock shivered and cramped, my hips bucked and I felt a little cum dribble out. I was dumbstruck. What the hell?

I had no idea if Miranda had orgasmed, although the way she kept pumping and wriggling the thing in my ass, seemed to indicate she hadn't.

She finally paused, shuddered, and then quickened her pace, for a couple minutes, and I heard her grunt a couple times.

I wasn't enjoying any of it. I was done.

I did get a quick, short feeling of satisfaction, knowing that she'd be happy.

At last, she stopped and I felt the dildo slide out. That was a relief.

When I felt her reinsert my butt plug, I was even more relieved. It went in easily; my ass was open and greasy, and it no longer burned.

Then she gave me a hard spank on my ass. "Good girl," she muttered as she walked around the bed to release my bonds. I watched her. With each step, the obscene slimy cock, seemed to wave at me. Damn!

After my other wrist had been freed, I slid off the bed onto my knees, as I tried to work some movement out of my poor arms.

Miranda came back around and helped by massaging my shoulders, from behind. Then she pulled me to my feet and pushed me forward to lay on my back on the mattress. I just collapsed and rested, rubbing at my wet eyes, trying to get over the experience. She climbed on herself, and laid down on top of me, and when she was in position, she kissed me, lovingly.

I was too hurt to kiss her back.

After a few moments, she lifted off. "That was fun," she sighed.

I opened his eyes to look at her. "Miranda! I didn't enjoy that at all!" I protested.

"I can understand the ginger. But you did orgasm. That was pleasurable, wasn't it?"

When I refused to answer, she leaned back down and bit my lip.

"Ouch!"

"Wasn't it, slut? Come on, admit it," she demanded.

When I still didn't answer, she chuckled, and leaned in to kiss me again.

Then she rolled off and sat up against the headboard, next to me.

"Kenny, I know that was harsh, but in the end, didn't you enjoy it?"

She laughed. "And I did intend the double-meaning."

I groaned at her lame attempt at humor.

"It hurt," I muttered.

"The ginger, or the fucking?"

I sighed. "The ginger."

"But you're okay now. And you did orgasm, right?"

"Yes," I admitted, still pouting. I was starting to feel like a child, being led down a path I didn't want to travel.

I guess it was an orgasm. Cum flowed, but my cock didn't enjoy it.

"Tell you what. I promise. No more figging. Never again." She said, sounding sincere.

"That's good," I muttered.

"But as for anal. I enjoy it, so I won't promise not to ever go there again. In fact, I'm certain we'll do it again."

I moaned, but didn't argue.

"You did beg for it," she said as she slid down to lay next to me again.

And as she leaned over to kiss me, I grumbled, "under duress."

She chuckled as she kissed me, softly, even lovingly.

And against my better judgement, I kissed her back. She was certainly a unique lover. But I still wasn't impressed by what had just gone down.

Unbelievably, my ass wasn't sore, from either the freaky ginger, or from the fucking. And the prostate orgasm, or whatever, was also a first, and it did seem to relieve some of my built-up pressure.

I guess I did enjoy it, some. I did cum, sort of, but I'd never admit that to her.

We laid there for a few minutes more, before she nudged me and began climbing off the bed.

"I need a drink. Come along. I imagine you could use one too."

She was right about that, so I got up and followed her out to the kitchen.

As she poured us each a glass of wine, she looked up and winked at me. "Now, that you've taken it in the ass, you're a real sissy."

I just groaned, and took a big drink.

I drank a second glass of the Chablis, before she declared it was time for sleep. I wasn't invited to share her bed with her. I didn't really want to, anyway. Sulking alone in the back bedroom sounded good to me.

That night, totally wiped out, and a little drunk, I passed out quickly, while trying to forget the experience.

In the morning, she just sent me home. There was no mention of my ass fucking.

She did give me a loving kiss before she allowed me to escape out her front door.

At home, I took a long hot shower. I even considered giving myself an enema, but I didn't even own a kit for that. And I sure as shit wasn't going to make a run to the drug store to pick one up.

+++++++++++++

I made no mention of the weekend's event when I met Emily in her office early Monday morning. I wasn't about to share those intimate and disgusting details.

I half expected Miranda to have told her, as they seemed to talk often, and discuss me constantly. But she didn't mention it either.

Around the office I still noted strange looks and negative responses from people in the company, but those in my department and the folks I occasionally encountered from other areas, gradually learned to accept me.

And my productivity levels returned to the high standards I'd always maintained when I was just a regular guy.

I got used to my new attire. And learned to deal with the oddities. Not having pockets, buttoning on the wrong side, and the stylish shoes with their little heels.

It was a little surprising, really. I settled in and became comfortable as a girl. Kind of part-time at work, and full time outside the office.

Of course, Emily was pleased. And loved me.

And despite my odd apparel, as a result of some reorganization, I was promoted to a supervisory role, assigned a team of engineers and techs. Three were women, who accepted me, almost as if one of their own. Two were men, one of them was gay. The straight guy was brand new to the company and had never known me as a true male.

It was my technical skills and my friendly leadership style that kept everyone in line and working efficiently as a team.

My attire didn't seem to bother any of them. Or they were too content with their careers to dis their new boss.

Sylvia though, seemed a little more friendly than the others. She was single, and cute. After one of our team meetings, she hung around and once we were alone, she stepped close, smiled and stared at my eyebrows. "Why do you pencil them in so?"

I'm sure I blushed. Nobody else had commented during the past weeks, and relieved, I assumed that they had gone unnoticed.

"What?" I stammered.

She reached up and brushed them with a fingertip. "They'd go well with your clothes, if you left them thin and pretty."

She chuckled when she saw how dumbfounded I was. I had no idea what to say. She winked at me, and turned away heading for the door. "Perhaps we can discuss them some other time," she said as she left me.

Damn!

I did continue on, in Emily's department, her subordinate. I was pleased by that, even though a move to a different manager would have made our relationship less of a violation of company policy.

One benefit was we were able to spend more time together, alone in her office, or even out at lunch together, supposedly discussing operations and staffing decisions.

We both enjoyed that.

Later that week, yet another large package had been delivered to my condo. As I hadn't ordered anything, I assumed it was another wardrobe gift from Emily.

When I opened the rather large box, I found it filled with corsets, carefully wrapped in tissue paper. There were eight of them! Must have cost another fortune!

I wasn't terribly surprised. Emily had commented on how pleased she was by my shape. She had discovered that my corsets could now be laced completely closed. I had lost at least an inch form my waist.

'I love that. It helps you look even more feminine.' She had said, or something along those lines, on several occasions recently.

When I checked the paperwork, I saw that the new corsets were exactly like my current set, except that they had a smaller starting and ending waist size. They could be laced down even smaller by as many as three inches!

When I called Emily, and complained, she told me to just start with one inch smaller, she'd be happy with that.

"We'll work you down from there."

Then her voice changed, sounding serious and stern. "And Kendra, I want you to retire your old corsets, and only wear the new ones from now on. I paid a lot for them and want them put to good use. Clear?"

I groaned, but agreed. I would look better.

I tried one of the new corsets, that night, and although it was a struggle to lace it down to the point where there was only a two-inch gap at the back, it wasn't terribly uncomfortable.

That was a relief.

And now my waist actually measured something around twenty-three inches. Unbelievable.

It did make my dresses and pants a little lose, but I thought they looked okay. I would have to consider replacing some of my things, if I reduced my waist any more. And I know Emily wanted that.

++++++++++++

On Friday morning, after our little status meeting, I quietly asked Emily if I should come over that night, we had started extending our time together to include Friday nights, or Sunday nights, where early Monday I dressed at her house before we went into the office in our separate cars.

Our relationship remained a secret and we wanted to keep it that way. Things were going too well for both of us within the company.

"No, not this weekend," she told me. "Just come Saturday morning."

"Oh, okay."

Emily heard the disappointment in my response, and chuckled.

"Sorry lover, but I have a date."

Then she laughed as she saw my worried expression.

"Victoria and Winter are going out to a fancy restaurant, and they invited me to join them. I think Winter just didn't want to spend social time with the Queen, alone. You know how that woman can be."

"I do. I wouldn't want to be out alone with her either," I said, disgustedly.

Emily chuckled. "That's why I didn't check into adding you to our little party. But I took pity on Winter and agreed to go, myself."

"I understand. You do like Winter. I do too."

Emily smiled fondly. "I do like her. After you, she's my best friend."

So, that was that. I'd just go over on Saturday morning to do my maid thing, and whatever else I could get into. Sex was always at the top of that list.

++++++++++++

On Saturday, I showed up bright and early at Emily's front door, like I always did those mornings, ready for my cleaning chores, and hopefully some fun with my lover.

I was surprised when Emily opened the door, looking disheveled and wearing only a long t-shirt. It was unlike her; she was usually up early and fully dressed when I arrived.

"Hi, lover," she said happily as I stepped in and she wrapped me in a hug.

I kissed her, enjoying the feel of her, as always.

She closed the door behind me and we stepped into the living room, just in time for me to see Winter, coming down the hallway, looking a bit like Emily, tousled and in only a top.

Her legs and feet were bare just like Emily, too.

As I stood frozen, now shocked, Emly giggled. "Um, after dinner, Winter stopped by and, um, wound up spending the night, we, um, had fun," she said awkwardly, blushing.

Winter, smiling pleasantly, strode over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry Kendra. She still loves you." Then, she leaned over and kissed Emily the same way. "She and I are just friends, good friends."

Emily giggled. "With benefits."

She then gave me a loving kiss, and the longer it lasted the more relaxed I became.

By the time she released me, I was starting to feel intrigued, and aroused. I loved Emily. My first thought when I realized what she and Winter had been up to, was worry, and jealousy.

Worry that I might be losing my lover. And jealousy over the two of them making love, together.

I adored my Emily. Winter though was certainly attractive, and I had thought about her...

"Well, this is certainly a surprise," I finally muttered.

"After dinner, in the lobby we decided on a nightcap and came up here. And we drank a little too much." Emily explained.

Winter giggled, delightedly. "The rest is history. Quite pornographic, too.

"Don't blame her. I actually forced myself on her. I don't have a lover, like she does. I was randy, and she was accommodating."

She paused, and wrapped an arm around Emily and kissed her a second time on the cheek.

"Oh, and don't get me wrong, I'm bi. I do like men, and cocks."

"Just like me," Emily inserted, with a laugh.

Still too astounded to reply intelligently, I muttered, "Well, that's good."

Both girls laughed.

"It is, isn't it," Emily said. She loosened her hold on me and turned to face Winter, and then kissed her. On the mouth, affectionately. And Winter kissed her back.

I went back to being shocked, and suddenly aroused too. Damn! my poor cock!

When they separated, Emily turned back to me. "I hope you're okay with this."

"Um, yes." I mumbled.

"Good. Because, this girl here, when she wasn't ravishing me, mentioned an interest in your cock."

Winter chuckled, and blushed self-consciously, before admitting, "I did."

Then she giggled, and added, "I am."

Laughing delightedly, Emily repositioned to stand between us, and wrapped an arm around each of us. "So, I think it's a perfect time for all of us to play."

And she nudged us into walking together down the hall to the bedroom.

I couldn't believe this was happening. And I certainly didn't know where it would lead, but I wasn't about to fight it.

Along the way, I saw Winter lean in and give Emily a little kiss on the cheek. My excitement grew. A threesome! That was another old dream. One I'm fairly certain I share with most guys.

Inside Emily's bedroom, she released her hold on Winter and turned to me. "Let's get you out of that uniform," she muttered as she reached to strip me. We'd done that often enough. I'd strip her as soon she finished. I'd remain in my lingerie.

But while I was working on Emily, I was distracted by Winter. She had stripped off her own clothes, and was standing openly, hands on hips as she watched us.

When I snuck a look at her I was impressed and aroused. She'd always been dressed conservatively and professionally before. But underneath her clothes, she had a tall, slim body; fit and smooth.

And clearly, she enjoyed decorating herself. I saw several, extensive tattoos and a number of piercings. And they were striking and oh so very sexy.

I realized I was staring when I caught Emily doing the same. We were both admiring the woman.

"I didn't get a good look, last night," Emily muttered, sounding impressed.

Winter chuckled. "You like?"

We both laughed, embarrassed about being caught out. "Yes. Beautiful," Emily replied.

"Sexy and pretty," I added.

She had gold rings through piercings in her nipples. And they weren't tiny and delicate. They were around an inch in diameter, and a light chain ran between them.

Clearly, she hadn't been wearing a bra. The chain would have prevented it.

As her breasts were firm and not particularly large, I didn't think she needed any support, in any case.

It was her crotch, though that was the most impressive aspect.

It was covered in a colorful bouquet of assorted flowers. Looking like they were sprouting from her pussy. As if it were a vase. She was hairless there so the inkings were clear and bright.

Showing off, she whorishly spread her legs wider to give us a better look. Wonderful!

Then she turned to show us that her ass was also covered with flowers that also appeared to grow out from between her legs.

It was an absolutely eye-catching arrangement. Demanding attention and a focus on her sex.

And I also spotted flashes of gold around her pussy. She had rings, similar to the ones in her nipples, mounted there too. Several of them.

I made a note to inventory them later.

The show over, the two girls naked, and me in my lingerie, we excitedly crawled onto the mattress and spent a while getting to know each other better, kissing and caressing each other's bodies.

Emily and I were both interested in Winter. We hardly gave her any chance at all to explore us. At least until a little later.

Winter though obviously wanted to see and feel me. Especially my caged cock. She arranged to get a hand on me and began exploring and caressing. Making me moan. She giggled, delightedly.

A moment later, her fingers found the chain at the back of my cage and followed it to the plug in my ass.

"Oh, my," she muttered, surprised and fascinated.

Before I could explain, Emily did. "She's always caged and plugged. And we can unlock her cock, but leave the base ring and the plug, in place. She enjoys it. It tickles her prostate."

I didn't enjoy it that much, and it didn't massage my prostate that often. But I wasn't in the mood to argue.

I did squirm and moan when she pushed the plug in a little deeper.

She giggled. "So very kinky."

While Winter was exploring me, Emily was kissing me.

I was initially stuck with a terrible dilemma. Two girls to have sex with, one I loved, and the other I liked. And I was jealous of how they'd already apparently made love to each other.

I didn't want to upset Emily, I loved her, but I was drawn to Winter's so fascinating, and pornographically decorated body. I'd never seen, let alone slept with, a woman with a body like hers.

Emily ultimately made the decision for me. She rolled off me and nudged Winter into a position where the two of them could kiss. At the same time with a free hand, she gently, but firmly pushed my head down towards Winter's crotch.

I had already been thinking along those lines. Eating one or the other of them, in any case, so I easily took the hint. Avoiding their tangled legs, I slithered down the bed, and prodded Winter to spread her thighs to allow me access.

She opened up like a flower; like one of the pretty ones of her elaborate tattoo, and I dove in.

While I applied my mouth and tongue to Winter's pussy, I also felt around and massaged her labia and discovered a ring through her hood and two in each lip. They were all fun to finger and suck on.

At one point, just to toy with her, when it felt like she was getting close, I paused and lifted my head to look up at the two of them. I chuckled when I saw that Emily had moved down to suck on Winter's breasts and finger the rings in her nipples.

With Emily in the way Winter could only free up one arm to reach down and try to push my head back into her crotch.

She whined, "Kendra..." as she grabbed at my hair.

I chuckled, and dropped back down to finish her off. She clearly wanted it.

And it didn't take long for me to give her what appeared to be a lovely orgasm. She shuddered and moaned, panted. And I thought I heard Emily giggling delightedly for her.

While Winter was calming down, catching her breath, I felt Emily lean down, and when I looked, she was smiling at me. "Is it my turn? Are you up to it?" she asked.

I wasn't that tired.

"Of course," I said as I began shifting around, again avoiding the two pairs of pretty legs, to get at my lover's pussy. I knew it well.

For a moment I imagined it decorated like Winter's. The tattoos and piercings certainly made her sex unique, and erotically attractive.

I licked Emily to an orgasm, feeling good about my performance so far. I was pleased, as always to give my lover her pleasure, and I was excited about providing the same for Winter, my exotic new lover.

After satisfying Emily, I climbed up to lay between my two girls, wondering when it would be my turn. I was confident that I would be rewarded; certain that I deserved it.

It wound up being a bit awkward, at least for me. The two women wound up laying on their sides, next to each hip, debating who and what they would do to me.

Winter was initially fascinated with her close-up view of my cage, and my poor red and swollen cock held within. She made me squirm as she poked and scratched at it, and my engorged balls as well. All the while giggling.

And Emily made it worse for me, by providing ribald and mildly insulting comments.

"I know you'd like to try it out," she said after they'd finished harassing me. "And I don't mind sharing. Why don't you let me get her warmed up and then you can ride her dildo. She does prefer to be ridden."

"Sounds good to me," Winter replied, amusedly and casually. "When do you intend to unlock him? Before my turn, right?"

"Of course. But I think I'll enjoy toying with that thing before I remove the metal parts," Emily replied.

To me it sounded like they were indeed discussing a sex toy. A silicone dildo, not my real sensitive and important cock.

But I definitely didn't voice any objections to the plan.

I'd get to be blown by Emily and fucked by Winter!

But as soon as Emily began kissing, licking and sucking on my prick, and it reacted as one might expect, and the pain from the strictly enforced confinement quickly became intense.

When I squirmed and groaned, Emily actually chuckled. There was an evil quality to her laugh that was troubling. She was enjoying my discomfort.

And Winter, awaiting her turn, watched and giggled at Emily's antics.

Perhaps to make me feel a little better, she bent down and began kissing me. And that felt delicious. She was very good at it. Loving and passionate, with soft lips and an active tongue.

I was disappointed when she broke it off, but relieved that Emily had apparently decided I'd had enough. She had sat up and used her key to unlock my cage.

She struggled to strip it off my swollen and throbbing cock. And a couple times I grunted when it pinched, but eventually my prick was free and standing up proudly, ready for use.

Winter wasted no time shifting around and swinging a leg over to straddle me. She wound up kneeling right next to Emily, who hugged her and kissed her as she lowered herself down. She slid down easily, definitely wet enough from her earlier treatment.

It felt wonderful, she felt and looked wonderful.

And watching the two of them making out, while Winter began pumping slowly, up and down, on my cock, started me thinking about cumming.

It was extremely difficult, but I held off until I saw the symptoms of Winter's imminent orgasm. Then I worked harder to thrust up with my hips while she dipped her body down, and I came just as she hit her orgasm.

Perfect timing!

While Winter and I slowed our pace, enjoying the last of our carnal feelings, I reached up to play with her nipple rings and tug on their connecting chain.

It drew a quiet moan, and a little smile from her.

Then she reached out to rest her hands on my chest. I was still wearing my bra filled with the realistic breast forms. "I do wish my breasts were larger. Like yours, Kendra dear." Winter muttered, as she caught her breath and leaned against Emily, who was still holding her close.

I was still enjoying the sight. I chuckled at her comment. "Mine are fake."

"We could fix that," Emily said, giggling.

"That would be nice," Winter agreed with a sigh.

I wasn't sure if they were referring to me or to Winter. She would look great with a larger chest. Mine were fake, of course, but large.

A few minutes later, as we started to untangle, to get out of the bed. Winter started laughing.

"What?" we both asked, curious.

She looked at me. "Well, you're the only straight one here. Emily and I go both ways. But you won't do men. And since you're a girl who only does girls, that makes you a lesbian too."

She paused to laugh some more. "So that makes you, Kendra, a straight lesbian."

Emily laughed. "That's my girl!"

Winter, still laughing crawled out of bed and started dressed, while I laid back and watched. Emily joined me.

I very much enjoyed the sight, and when I tore my eyes away for a moment, Emily was enjoying it too.

A couple minutes later, dressed, Winter looked down on us, smiling happily. "Thanks for a wonderful time, Em. Both last night and this morning were magical. I'd love to do it all again. Just give me a call."

Emily sat up and held out her arms for a hug, and Winter bend over for a loving kiss and squeeze.

I hoped for a similar treatment. But Winter just blew me a kiss and then turned and headed out.

"I need to get home and catch up on some sleep," she called out as she walked down the hall toward the front door.

A moment later, we heard it close.

Emily laid back and cuddled into me. "Fun?" she asked.

"Absolutely." I replied energetically.

"Surprised?"

"Well, I knew you had a fling with Miranda. I wasn't expecting to see you and Winter."

"Jealous?"

"Well, yes," I admitted, honestly.

"Kendra. I like her, a lot. But I love you."

After she secured my cock, we took a shower together, then wandered out for some breakfast. Both of us nude. A very enjoyable meal.

The rest of the weekend was nowhere near as exciting.

Emily had to run errands and do some homework, and I, of course, had some cleaning to do, so Saturday ended with a simple dinner, some television and then some quiet love-making.

We slept in the next morning, and made love again, slowly and comfortably before breakfast.

After the meal, I cleaned for a couple hours until Emily grabbed me, kissed me, and told me to 'go home'.

At first, I was confused, but she explained that she was exhausted and felt the need to just relax and sleep so she could be ready for several important meetings on Monday.

I accepted and understood, so I kissed her lovingly and headed home. Actually, I kind of liked the idea of going home and napping, myself.

And I could always dream fondly of Winter's decorated body...

+++++++++++++

That week, work was work. It was a quiet and boring time around the office.

Emily and the management were busily working on the annual business plan and accompanying budget, and the rest of us, having completed our most recent projects were waiting to start on whatever came next.

I and my team appreciated the break.

On Wednesday I took them all out to lunch, and we had a surprisingly good time.

Sylvia continued to flirt, while delicately trying to pry details about my life, and in particular my love life, out of me.

I gently fought her off, refusing to answer on the grounds...

The others were just casual and friendly, generally uninterested. Fine with me.

When I did see Emily, during short encounters in the hallways, she looked tired and in no mood for socializing.

+++++++++++

When the weekend finally arrived, we extended it to include Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights together, residing in her condo. I loved that plan!

We both took a lot of pleasure in spending that much more time together.

Emily had texted me during the day to hurry over to her place after work, that we were going out for dinner and drinks that night

I drove straight to her place, after work, that evening, and changed into a dress in her condo.

Hurriedly, Emily herself changed too, and then we both worked on our makeup, preparing for a fun girls' night out.

An hour later, Winter joined us, looking fabulous, and the three of us drove together to an entertainment district. There we had a great time together, first at a restaurant, and then at a club.

As Emily and Winter had become the best of friends, she hung out with us often. And around the office Winter was supposedly my controlling girlfriend.

That night was ladies' night at Winter's favorite hang-out, and only women were allowed, so that's where we went after dinner.

She warned me that I'd have to be careful, partying with that crowd. Apparently, many of them got pretty rowdy, and many of them were very much lesbians, of all types.

"Don't be surprised if some dyke tries to pick you up."

Then, though, she reached up to my throat, and swiveled my collar around so the ring and charm were in front, and even pulled the female symbol out from under my dress' collar, so it was clearly visible.

"That'll fit right in," she said with a giggle.

I just moaned.

We had a good time at the restaurant, three girls out for a nice, end of the work week get-together.

I enjoyed, chatting with two beautiful women. And I was pleased when I spotted other diners glancing over enviously at me and my two companions. I imagined they pictured me as the ugly sister of the threesome.

After dinner we left together and drove our two cars over to the club. We met up again in the parking lot, and marched in together.

The place was crowded, noisy and chaotic. All women enjoying themselves, without the restrictions imposed by the male of the species.

Once we found a table, we joined the party. There were happy, tipsy girls at tables all around.

After a couple rounds of drinks, I was a bit surprised by my two companions. Emily became more rowdy and giggly than I'd ever seen her before. And Winter joined right in. They got involved with the loud music, and ran off together to dance on the crowded floor.

They stayed out there for quite a while, even trading partners to gyrate with other girls who invited them to join in.

And as I watched, there was considerable bumping and grinding, and even groping and kissing amongst them all. Very pornographic, and arousing. My caged cock, compressed even more by my elastic panties was terribly pinched as it tried to react to the sights.

I was terribly jealous, but as I refused to dance, it was my fault that I wasn't up there with them.

Both of them certainly seemed to have a good time, and as I watched them get touchy-feely with each other and with their other dance partners. I really felt left out. Envious.

During one set, while I sat at the table alone, a woman stopped by and tried to get me onto the dancefloor. She definitely looked kind of butch.

She sounded a little like Miranda, when she was feeling all dom, but this gal wasn't anywhere near as good looking.

When I begged off, explaining that I was never in the mood for it - simply too terrible. She remained persistent, and even sat down beside me. I was surprised when Mel, that's what she introduced herself as, reached up to hook a finger through the ring on my collar. I was frightened then. I'd forgotten it was there, and on display.

She used it to pull me close, face-to-face. Then she scowled and grumbled. "Listen dearie. Your collar tells me that you're my type. A pretty slave slut. And since I don't see your owner around, you must be free for the taking."

When I reached up to free myself, she snarled and gave a hard tug. It hurt.

"You be a good little girl and come along. I'll show you a good time. And I may let you go home later."

Damn! I should just stand up and clock her. Punch her right in her ugly face, dump her on the floor on her ass. She wasn't that big, and she had no idea who I was or how hard I could hit.

But I didn't want to cause a scene. I didn't want to get found out. Not right there in the middle of the club.

As she pulled me to my feet, I decided to follow her out into the parking lot, and deal with her there. The bitch.

But Emily and Winter saved me, and her.

They had hurried over from the dance floor, and it was Winter who stepped up. "Where are you going with my girl?" she asked angrily.

"Your girl?" the bitch grumbled staring at her.

"Yes. My girl."

"I thought she was an abandoned slave." Mel said, losing a little of her aggressiveness.

"No, I was dancing with my girlfriend. My slave girl was waiting obediently for my return. Didn't she tell you?" Winter said vehemently.

"No, she didn't." Mel replied, finally releasing her hold on my collar.

Winter turned to me and frowned, overplaying her part, I thought.

"Slave. Why didn't you explain?"

On the spot, now I had to play my part. "Sorry, Mistress."

She shook her head disgustedly, and reached up to hook her finger through the ring at my throat. She used it to steer me back into my chair.

Then she turned to Mel. "I apologize for the misunderstanding. You can go now."

The woman grumbled, but she did leave.

After she'd gone, Emily and Winter sat down in their chairs, and watched until the woman disappeared into the crowd. Only then did they absolutely lose it, laughing uproariously.

I eventually, hesitantly joined in half-heartedly.

It took me ten minutes to convince them that I was not going to go along and become that woman's slave-girl.

I did join in with them when we imagined and described her reaction should she have discovered my cock, beneath my dress.

Not long after that we left the place and headed for home. We'd had enough fun, alcohol and adventure for one night.

When we got back to the building, and passed through the lobby, I felt a pang of disappointment when Winter said good night to us in the elevator when the doors opened on her lower floor.

While sitting at the table watching her and Emily dance, I had pictured the three of us together in bed once again. Perhaps it would become a regular event. How cool would that be?

But it didn't happen.

In fact, nothing happened that night. Emily and I got back into her condo, stripped, her to nothing, and me to my lingerie, and then crawled into bed. She, and I were just too tired and too drunk for sex.

+++++++++++

We woke up late on Saturday, hung over and still tired.

We dozed, laid around and ate until after lunch.

That afternoon, Emily insisted I put on my maid's uniform and do some cleaning, as she worked and ran errands. It did seem like I had been ignoring my duties as of late; distracted by other events.

After dinner, we lounged around, cuddled and then, finally, made love.

A wonderful evening.

Sunday morning after a leisurely breakfast Emily declared it would be a shopping day.

When I asked what we were shopping for, she laughed.

"Oh, come on, silly. Girls don't need an excuse to go shopping. It's a way to go out, see and be seen, buy a few things, and just enjoy ourselves."

I just shrugged. I guess I still had a lot to learn about being a girl.

She encouraged me to dress nicely, and we spent a lot of time on makeup and our looks. I referred back to her comment on 'see and be seen'. I did enjoy checking out the women, but I wasn't interested in showing off for the boys.

Ready and looking good, Emily drove us to a large, open-air mall. It was a lovely day, and the place was busy; crowded with women, families, teenagers, and men. Fewer men than the other categories.

We walked in together holding hands; drawing some stares. Mostly because Emily looked so good, and I thought, because we were a two women couple.

She immediately pulled me into a fashionable women's store, and then into the business outfits area.

"Why here?" I asked, curiously. We had passed up the casual dresses and outfits racks where she usually picked out things for me.

"We need to fill a hole in your wardrobe."

"What 'hole'? I have plenty of pretty dresses. And all the pant suits I need for work."

She stopped and frowned at me. "A woman never has everything she needs for every occasion. Now get with the program, missy."

Then she turned to scan the racks, and began picking out pieces for me to try on.

An hour later, after several trips to the changing area, I paid for several outfits. They looked like more business suits to me, but with jackets and matching skirts, mostly short and tight.

Emily was pleased with the outfits, so I had to be.

We visited other stores too, at one jewelry store she bought me a pretty, chain bracelet. And, of course at another store, I picked up another couple pairs of shoes. Sandals; high-heeled, of course.

Mid-day, we had lunch outside on a covered patio, and enjoyed people watching for a while.

Later, Emily dragged me into another jewelry store, one stocked with inexpensive, costume earrings. There she bought me several pairs. All larger and gaudier than anything I owned, or that she had lent me form her own inventory.

"I've been meaning to expand your collection. Everything you wear has been too dull."

All I owned were a couple pairs of manly studs, and a pair of rings that I wore with my maid's costume. She had given me a pretty little pair back when we first met, and I'd been wearing those ever since.

Now I'd have a dozen very girly earrings to choose from.

One pair of hoops she picked out were huge, and a couple of them were elaborate and dangly, and several were colorful with fake gemstones.

She had me wear a dangly pair out of the shop, and they constantly pulled and scraped at my neck as I walked along. Annoying...

"You'll get used to them, and they look great on you," she assured me.

I was exhausted when we finally headed for home, and considerably poorer.

But Emily was pleased, and I did have some nice new things for my closet.

We were loaded down with bags when we made it back to Emily's complex, parked, and rode the elevator to the lobby.

There we waved to the guard, who by then knew me well, and shifted over to the elevator bank that would take us up to Emily's floor.

As we boarded, an older woman hobbled in, and asked Emily to press the button for a floor higher up.

"Oh, hi. It's Emily, isn't it?" she said as the car began moving.

Emily smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mrs. McCarty, How are you?".

The Mrs. McCarty sighed. "I'm getting along. Just a lonely old lady. And you know to call me Darla."

Then she glanced down at our bags. "Looks like you've been doing some shopping."

Emily chuckled. "Yes, we have. Fun times."

Darla smiled and nodded, as if remembering those days.

Then she turned to look at me, and I realized I'd seen her before. She attended Victoria's Bridge party. And from her expression, I could see that she remembered me.

"Oh, my," she muttered. "It's, um, Kendra, isn't it?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She turned back to Emily. "She's your maid? Victoria said that she worked for someone in the building."

"Yes, she's my maid, and my girlfriend, too," Emily said pleasantly, proudly even.

Darla giggled. "A very special girlfriend, if I remember correctly."

I'm sure I blushed.

When the door opened at our floor, Darla grabbed Emily's hand. "Emily, dear, if you two aren't busy tomorrow. Please join me for dinner. I don't get out much anymore, and I'd enjoy your company. I can still cook; I guarantee a fine meal."

I wasn't thrilled by the idea, but when I looked at Emily, I could tell that she was tempted. I did like that she was a soft touch. She cared about this old lady...

After a few moments thought, Emily nodded. "We'd be delighted," she said, warmly. "What can we bring?"

Darla smiled, happily, and reached over to rub at Emily's shoulder. "Nothing," she said. "Just come up around six, and be my friendly guests."

Then she turned, and poked me with a finger to the belly. "And be prepared to tell your story. I want to know more about you, dear."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied

Back in Emily's condo, I tried to beg off. I didn't want to explain myself to that old lady. As harmless as she seemed, I didn't think she'd understand, and I didn't want to discuss my personal issues with her.

But Emily was adamant. We would both go, and have a good time.

"I'll help you explain our unique relationship," she promised.

"But she wants to hear about me," I argued.

"So, tell her. I doubt if she'll pass it share it on social media. She's just curious. Not aggressive."

"Tell her what?" I whined.

"Your dream come true," she said casually, easily.

I just moaned. It wasn't that simple, was it?

++++++++++++

The next evening, we dressed nicely, did our makeup and hair and then took the elevator up. I remained nervous, not knowing what to expect. Emily continuously encouraged me, assuring me that t would be an easy and enjoyable time.

When we arrived, Darla let us in, gave each of us a hug, and then invited us into her kitchen to join her in finishing the preparations for our meal.

The woman clearly knew how to cook. She admitted to having attended years of gourmet cooking classes.

In the large well-appointed kitchen, she didn't appear old and slow. She moved confidently and efficiently as she finished preparing our meal.

I was impressed, and it smelled delicious.

Emily and I helped where Darla would allow it, so it didn't take long to move all the food to the dining table and settle in to eat.

Dinner was, as expected, excellent. Darla was indeed an excellent cook.

While we ate, Darla gently but insistently drew me out, with gracefully posed questions. And with a little encouragement and assistance from Emily, I provided the story of my fantasies and my cross-dressing fetish.

I had described my fascination with women's clothing and looks, my gradual move into cross-dressing. And had then explained my French maid fantasies.

With even more prying, I even mentioned the sexual enjoyment I derived from being controlled by the strong women in my life.

Eventually, seemingly satisfied, she reached over and warmly rested one of her hands on each of ours.

She looked at me. "Please forgive me, for being prying so. It's just honest curiosity. I have nothing against your lifestyle," she told me earnestly. "I fact, I believe my late husband was also intrigued by, um, cross-dressing."

That was a surprise!

While I tried to analyze that data, she turned to Emily. "And, actually, I envy you for being able to participate and assist Kendra here, with his sex life. Her sex life. Making her dreams come true."

She stopped at that point, seemingly lost in thought, and Emily and I exchanged glances. The woman was indeed charming, but there was more to her than met the eye.

While we watched and waited, she seemed to come to a decision. She took a deep breath, and then started telling a story of her own.

"When my Samuel died, four years ago, it took me a while to get over the loss, I loved him so."

Emily, comfortingly, caressed the poor woman's hand.

Darla smiled weakly. "Eventually though, I got around to cleaning off his computer before donating it. I was surprised, shocked really, when I stumbled onto his rather extensive porn collection. He'd hidden the folders deep down, and I never ever knew. Never suspected that he had such a, um, kinky side."

She paused to take a drink, and it seemed to build up her energy.

"Our sex lives had always been good, but frankly not all that important a part of our relationship. We loved each other dearly, and we were our own best friends.

"I never got the impression he was dissatisfied with anything. But then I discovered his very private collection of photos, videos and stories, apparently all pulled off the Internet.

"I found a lot of gorgeous and sexy women."

"I also found a lot of images and stories that involved, um, feminine men, like you, Kendra. Gay? Cross-dressing? Um, sissy? I only barely understand it all.

"There were a lot of other, um, fetishes, or kinks, whatever you call them, in his collection too. I had no interest in any of it. Some I didn't even recognize. But it did make me wonder if he was a homosexual, um, gay.

"Kendra isn't gay. She likes girls. Prefers looking and living as a woman," Emily confirmed on my behalf.

Darla nodded. "I understand that, now." Then she shook her head sadly. "Then, I didn't understand and I really didn't want to."

She paused again, then sighed, almost moaned. She looked at Emily. "I wish I would have known of his fantasies, when he was still with me. Perhaps I could have helped him, like you're helping Kendra.

"And Kendra, dear, it's wonderful how you've succeeding in living out your sexual dreams. Making them real. It's so nice to see the way Emily is supporting you and helping you with your change. I can see that you're become the woman of your dreams."

I turned from Darla to look at Emily, and she looked over at me, smiling proudly.

We finished the meal a few minutes later, and helped the woman clean things up.

Then after a prolonged farewell, where Darla thanked us for visiting and made us promise to come again some time soon, we headed home.

"That was interesting," I commented as we rode the elevator.

"She was right. You are the woman of your dreams. Mine too," Emily replied.

We made love that night, happily and comfortably. Content with our lives.

+++++++++++++

The work week went like all the others. It had been more than a month since my change to feminine work clothes and it seemed that most everyone in the company had become used to my look, and even accepted it as the new normal.

I still received some odd or disapproving looks as I moved about the floors, but they were far less frequent. I assumed that some people would never accept me.

My job was going well, my boss was happy enough, and the people who reported to me were productive and seemed content.

Sylvia continued to flirt with me. She regularly complimented me on my wardrobe. And visited my office for advice or approval more than the others.

I didn't know how to deal with that. I was her supervisor, and I had a lover, and my own boss, although both of them were Emily.

On Thursday, Winter called me and invited me to lunch. She was downtown again visiting with her lawyer friend, discussing some obscure legal issue.

When I hesitated. I had plenty of work to do that day, she chuckled.

"Oh, come on, Kendra honey. Remember, I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. You need to be seen with me to solidify our relationship."

That did make sense, and I did enjoy spending time with her. She was Emily's best friend, and my friend too.

We met in the lobby and Winter smiling slyly gave me a big hug and a wonderfully passionate kiss. I enjoyed it, but worried that it wasn't just a performance for appearances. I liked her a lot, but she knew Emily and I were together.

Several folks from the company witnessed the PDA and from their expressions were again impressed.

We walked over to the same nearby restaurant that we had visited the last time. It was convenient and the food was pretty good. I was sure that we'd be seen again, and it would reinforce my girlfriend situation.

And Winter was pretty, a fun date, and good in bed!

Lunch went well. We chatted and laughed at shared stories, enjoying ourselves.

There were several folks from the company I recognized, and who recognized me, including Carla from my little team. She was there with several other women from the department.

On a trip to the restroom, she stopped to say 'hi'. An obvious ploy to get introduced to my girlfriend.

Winter, of course played her part and was gracious and charming.

Carla seemed impressed.

After she had moved on, I mentioned my challenges with Sylvia.

Winter chuckled, and then thought for a moment. "Well, invite me up to see your new office and introduce me to her. I already know Carla now."

That made sense. Perhaps it would shut down Sylvia's interest in me.

Back from our lunch date, I signed Winter in, and we took the elevator up to my department.

First, I gave her a tour of my tiny office. Not very impressive, but certainly a step up from a cubicle.

Then I walked her back out to the area where my team sat.

She said 'hi' to Carla, then moved on to charm Mark and Vinny. Barbara wasn't at her workstation, so we moved on to Silvia.

As I was introducing Winter, as my girlfriend, I got a call from an accounting manager who needed a budget number. With the guy on the phone, waiting, I ducked back into my office to look it up, and I left Winter there with Silvia.

I figured that would work fine. Winter would explain our pretend relationship, while I was out of earshot.

When I came back out, the two of them were chatting like old friends; I guessed it was a good sign.

As I escorted Winter back downstairs, she whispered to me. "You're right, Silvia is really fascinated with you. She asked me if you were really a guy." I groaned, and she giggled.

"She actually thought I might be a female, impersonating a man?"

Winter, giggled and nodded. "I assured her you were a man, and that we were lovers."

"Good," I said, pleased.

"Then she asked if I'd be interested in a threesome. I said I wasn't sure if you would be, especially because of your work situation."

I nodded, intrigued, but comfortable with that response.

But then laughing, she went on. "Her response was, that she was certain if I said yes, you'd go along.

"She thinks I'm your dom. That you're my submissive."

She broke up laughing at that, pausing to add, "I almost told her that Miranda's your dom, not me."

After that Sylvia backed off a little. But she still continued occasionally flirting with me.

Everyone else in the department apparently understood that I did indeed have a pretty girlfriend, and that despite my wardrobe, I wasn't gay.

That helped.

++++++++++++++

My weekend schedule was thrown into disarray when both Emily and Miranda cancelled my maid services as they were taking trips away. Miranda a full week to visit friends in Florida and Emily would be gone for a couple days, attending a cousin's wedding, up North.

She didn't invite me to come along as her 'plus-one'.

I'd get no sex that weekend. My cock remained locked away. I had become used to a lot of sex with Emily, but now I'd be back to being denied by my cage. Shit!

Saturday morning, I decided to take care of business. I needed groceries and assorted other supplies.

After a simple breakfast I ducked into the shower. After drying off, I dressed in my normal lingerie and then wandered into my closet.

Only then did I think about what to wear. I could go casual as a guy, I still had those clothes, and it would be easier. I wouldn't have to do my makeup or arrange my hair.

But the jeans and shirts were all in the back closet. And I hadn't worn any of them in weeks.

As my shopping list included a few items for Kendra, makeup and skin-care, if I went out as Kenny, I'd have to return and change at some point, anyway. He couldn't shop in the makeup department.

And it just seemed wrong not to dress as Kendra, so I picked out a dress. And of course, a pair of heels to go with it.

Then I had to spend an hour working on my face, applying the makeup that would make me look decent. And finally, I had to arrange my hair. It was really getting long now, and my roots were showing. Damn!

I left my condo, overdressed for errands, but looking fairly pretty as Ms. Kendra Grey.

I wound up making two trips. The first for groceries, and the second for the other things I needed. Women's things. Besides makeup, the list included skincare lotions, perfume, additional nylons and haircare products.

And I decided to stop somewhere for lunch too.

That burned up my afternoon. But I enjoyed it. Now that I had perfected the Kendra role, I enjoyed playing at it.

When I returned home with a couple of bags, I wound up sharing the elevator with an overly friendly guy.

He made me nervous.

When the door opened for him, on the floor just below mine, he paused in the doorway. "I'm Tim, by the way. Would you be interested in a drink at my place?" he asked smiling pleasantly.

Of course, I wasn't interested, so I just shook my head. I didn't want to be a bitch. He seemed like a nice enough guy. "Afraid not, Tim, it's been a long day and I have to put all this stuff away."

He pouted, theatrically. "Some other time then."

"I don't think my girlfriend would approve," I replied with a sly smile.

He frowned, shrugged and then stepped out to let the doors close.

I was still giggling when I got off on my floor.

The rest of the day, and all day Sunday I just lounged around in a camisole. I played video games joining some of my old internet friends. I didn't activate my camera, none of those guys knew about Kendra. To them I was still Kenny, and that was just fine.

As we were talking to each other, I had to be careful not to stumble and use my feminine voice. A couple of times, at the office, I'd drawn funny looks when I got careless. Embarrassing...

To be continued...

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