Surprise Dear Ch. 01

My name is Mary. Now it is. What my Wife and Matriarchal in-laws call me.

You see, I was madly, blindly, stupidly in love with Christina, and since her family had money and power, I agreed to Matriarch Corrina's request to sign a pre-nup.

The paragraph about me being employed wasn't a worry, because I had a good, secure job and a university degree.

We had a great love life. Lots of variety, straight, but some kinky stuff, like cross-dressing and toys.

Then the company I worked for was bought by a holding company that broke it up and closed it down.

I soon realized the reason I kept getting rejection letters was that Matriarch Corrina was using her networking to sabotage my chances.

So, as per the pre-nup, with some hypnosis, therapy, drugs and discipline, I've become Christina's sissy maid Mary. They broke me.

Then, tonight, another change.

"Mary, get Lance and me some wine. We'll be out by the pool."

Why did she bring this stranger home? I got a bottle of chilled white from the fridge and two glasses.

They were sitting together. They were kissing. I managed to set the tray with the wine and glasses down without shaking too much.

"Thank you, Mary. You may go back inside now."

She didn't see my tears as I fled back to the house.

At five thirty they drove off together.

At ten they returned together.

"Lance, make yourself comfortable in the den. Mary, come."

When he turned towards the den, Christina reached up and pinched my left earlobe. When she does that, my conditioned response is the strong desire to please Her in any way.

I followed Her to the kitchen.

"Lance is staying the night. Go get ready for bed. You will sleep in the blue guest bedroom. I don't want to see or hear you 'till he's gone in the morning."

Wednesdays, after lunch, I change from my knee-length, grey, plain, housekeeping dress.

I put on subtle makeup. My new pink and red lacy bra and panties. My two-inch-below-my-knees pale blue, modest collar long-sleeve dress, with the grid of little red diamonds. For jewelry, just my wedding band and gold seashell earrings. On my feet are my round-toe two-inch block-heel pumps.

It's late September, so cool enough to wear my blond mink (formerly Christina's) stroller jacket.

I arrive at Doctor Karen Lakes for my therapy session at two o'clock. I knock on the door and wait for the lock to click.

"Good afternoon, Mary."

"Good afternoon, Doctor Karen."

"Hang up your coat and take off your dress while I make the tea."

She's a short, slightly plump lady with grey hair and a kind sweet disposition.

"Stand straight, Mary. Chin up. Shoulders back. Feet together... Good girl."

She gives me a good look over. Then both her small soft hands go to my boobies. "These are developing very nicely. They'll soon be Mistress Christina's target of 'D' cup. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes, Doctor Karen."

"There, the kettle's boiled. Have a seat, dear."

I sit on the couch and watch her add a teabag and a pill to my mug, and stir in the boiling water. She sets my mug on the coffee table, then smooths down her ankle-length dark green pencil skirt as she settles on her chair at the end of the table. Her left hand fiddles with her long thin gold chain necklace laying on her pastel green, collarless, long-sleeve, scoop-collar satin blouse.

"Now, dear," I sip my tea. "What's new at home?"

"Um, well, Doctor, I still get feelings of jealousy when she brings other men home."

She raises her index finger. "No, Mary. Not 'other men', just men."

"Yes Doctor. Sorry."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm not a man." I look down at my hands clasped on my lap.

"And what are you, dear?"

"I'm a pretty girl."

"Very good, dear. Now, let's give us our needle."

Suddenly I blink and it's five to three and she's helping me with my dress's zipper. Where did the time go? I've no idea what we did for the missing hour.

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"Mary."

"Yes, dear?"

"I'll have a whiskey sour in the den after I change." Christina has just come home from the office, and I'm hanging up her silver fox-trimmed purple cape.

She returns to the den, changed into her dove-grey, mid-calf-length pleated skirt and her silver satin long-sleeve bow-collar blouse. In her right hand is the two-foot-long, two-inch-wide leather strap.

Without being told, I leave her drink on the bar, take off my lacy sissy panties and move to the center of the room.

Christina holds out the strap. I kiss it, then bend over and touch my toes.

She lifts the hem of my frilly pink dress with her left hand.

WHAP!

"Uh."

WHAP!

"Uh."

WHAP!

"Whimper."

WHAP!

"Whimper."

"Mm, that was so relaxing. Bring me my drink. Mary, dear."

"Y-yes D-D-Dear."

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"Wear your shoulder-less purple mini dress, your black ankle straps and do your face nice and slutty. We won't be late."

"Yes, Dear."

There's an older gentleman waiting by the door.

She has a gin fizz, and he has two fingers of Highland Park and a splash when they return.

She told me to stand behind the bar, and worse, to pay attention as they snuggled, petted and kissed on the dark green leather couch in the den.

Her voice was low and husky. With practiced hands, she undid his belt buckle, undid the button and pulled down his fly.

She pulled out his semi-hard cock.

"Mary, come here."

Oh no. She wouldn't. Would She?

"Mary's practiced on dildos. She told me she wants to suck on a real cock."

NO, I DIDN'T, my inner voice screamed.

"Come here." She reached up and pinched my earlobe.

I blinked. She was right. Sucking his cock would make her happy, so I wanted to do it. For her pleasure.

I got to my knees between his legs and fondled his balls with my right hand as I held his cock with my left and kissed it.

It was softer than her dildo. It grew in my mouth. What an odd sensation.

"Mm, mm, mm." My first cock. I look up. They're kissing. "Mm, mm, mm. Mm... Mm... Mm."

Isn't she a good maid?"

"Very."

She and Mr. Edmond keep kissing as I bob for cock.

"Mm. Mm. Mm... Mm... Mm.

Then his hand goes to the back of my head and holds me down.

"Mm. Gh. GHHHGH!" I'm choking on hot cum.

He pushes me back. They both laugh at me.

"That will be all, Mary. Go to your room."

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Another Tuesday. I wear my dark green ankle-length peasant dress. The kind that scoops down under my boobies and a white puff-sleeve frilly blouse.

Doctor Karen feels me up and slips me her tongue before I leave.

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Christina changed from her palest grey pant suit and pastel peach blouse when she got home from the office.

Before she left this morning, she told me to be wearing my 'sissy bride' outfit when she got home.

Painfully tight white calf-high ballet boots. My steel cock cage with the attached steel meter-long chain leash. White micro mini skirt. No panties or bra. And the high white stiff collar with the wide ruffle cape that goes over my shoulders and barely down to my nipples.

She's wearing her purple corset and purple lace top stockings. On her hands are her purple elbow-length gloves and on her feet are her extreme purple spike-heel open-toe ankle straps.

When we were younger, that outfit would give me an instant rigid hard-on.

Christina pinches my earlobe. "Come, Darling." I handed her my cock leash and she led me to her playroom.

The walls are pale mauve. The furniture is white lacquer. With white leather or fleece upholstery. The floor is white marble with a purple or grey streak tile pattern. There are white fleece kneeling rugs.

At the far end is a closet with mirrored sliding doors that stores her toys. A steel box-framed double bed, several chairs and a loveseat.

She snaps her fingers and points to where I'm to stand, then slides the closet door open. She opens a drawer and takes out a thin gold necklace, and drapes it over her head with a flip of her hair as women do. She reaches into the drawer again.

"Here." She hands me the two earbuds. Her whisper is inside my brain. "Nod if you can hear me." The transmitter is on her necklace.

Between my tight clitty cage and the weight of the steel leash pulling my balls down, I'm in exquisite agony as I watch her beautiful bum wiggle as she walks back to the closet.

She returns with the Japanese full head mask. It's like those erotic schoolgirl cartoons. Straight, shiny black hair. Porcelain skin with rosy cheeks. Big, slightly slanted eyes. Red lips in a surprised 'O'. The irises are opaque; I'm blind.

I can't see. I hear nothing.

My balls are lifted and I feel the tug of the chain. She leads me around and around. We stop and her hands go to my shoulder and turn me. Silence.

"Have a seat, my love. I'll guide you."

One hand gently pushes me down. OH! Her other hand guides me onto the cock. The chair has padded arms and a backrest. but a wooden seat with a big pink dildo attached. Down and in. My asscunt is full.

More black silence. I wait. Minutes? Hours?

Her purr in my brain. "Marcel just fucked me. He has a beautiful cock. He really put the cock to me. Want to taste it?"

"Gh.. Gh.. Gh, gh, gh. Kh. Hg." A hand holds the back of my head. I choke and gag as he fills my mouth and throat. Then the cock is gone.

I wait in sightless silence for a long time.

A tug up on my balls. "Stand up, dear." She leads me a few steps to my left. We stop. She takes off my mask. Even with the lights dimmed the sudden brightness is painful 'till my eyes adjust.

"Marcel didn't want you to see his face, so he left. Let's get you cleaned up for bed."