Maid Games, Pt 12

Maid Games, Pt 12

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

By ChangeYourPassword ------------------------- Miranda's leaving, Kendra's coming

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.

On Monday Emily was in a particularly good mood, and I was happy to see her back from her little trip.

By that point, I was going to work each morning in my lingerie and wearing my women's pants, top and shoes, and was no longer concerned with the occasional glances or sneers. They were actually few and far between.

And those clothes had just become normal for me. And the folks in the office had learned to accept them, although there were still a large percentage who remained uncomfortable with my attire.

Sylvia continued to flirt with me. She was small and cute, Japanese, I think. Back in the day, when I just played at being a maid, I would have gladly accepted her invitation. But it couldn't work now.

Each time we spoke, she always complimented me on my attire, accompanied by a knowing little smirk.

That week in the office was a hectic one, several new releases and accompanying complications kept me and my team, and several other teams, busy all week. It made the time fly, and my peculiar attire didn't get in the way at all.

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After work on Friday, I stopped by my place to pick up my things, and then headed straight over to Emily's for another long weekend with my lover.

I packed a maid's uniform, although from the sound of things I probably wouldn't need it. I just slipped on a casual A-line dress, did my makeup and headed over.

Emily met me at the door and kissed me lovingly, even though there happened to be a middle-aged couple walking past. They got an eye-full.

Neither of us cared. Two lesbians in love.

Inside she held me and moaned. "I'm starving and I feel like Chinese. My favorite place is only a couple blocks away. We can walk."

"Okay."

"You good with Chinese?" she asked, sensing a lack of enthusiasm. I could take it or leave it.

"I eat it," I replied.

"You'll love this place. Come on, we can go straight over."

We held hands all the way. In the elevator, through the lobby and all along the sidewalk into the restaurant.

The place was small, and busy. A number of people waiting in line to pick up take-out orders.

We found a table in the front window where we could watch the passers=by on the street, and they could see us.

Emily continued to rave about the meal we'd get, claiming their fare was as good and authentic as could be found anywhere in town.

"You're going to use a fork?" she asked incredulously after the food had been delivered to the table.

I shrugged. "I'm terrible with chopsticks."

"I'm sorry Kendra but you can't really eat these dishes with a fork. Put that thing down and use those," she ordered, pointing at the pair laid out in front of me."

I looked at her defiantly, and didn't put down my fork.

I was surprised by how angry she got. "Kendra. Use the chopsticks and don't drop even one piece, or during sex tonight, the key won't come out."

I groaned pathetically. "That's not fair."

"You need to be motivated to perform. And as your keyholder, I'm entitled."

Then she spent the next several minutes coaching me in the art of feeding myself with two pencils.

The food was good. I did enjoy it. But my performance wasn't up to snuff.

I moaned, and she frowned as I fumbled.

On the walk home she awarded me an embarrassing 'D' grade, for Chopsticks 101.

That night we kissed and grappled, and I ate her to two orgasms, but my poor cock stayed locked away.

Afterwords, we laid quietly in the bed. She was satisfied and happy.

"I told you. You need to listen to me. I will not allow you to break any of my rules."

I hadn't known that there were 'rules' involved in our relationship. Or that she could be so very strict at their enforcement.

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While we were eating our breakfast, Saturday morning, Emily decided that we needed to get out. Get some fresh air, enjoy nature. It had been months since our last day in the woods. It was another glorious day, comfortably warm and sunny, so an expedition seemed a great idea.

The outfit I'd worn that last time was still stashed in her back closet, washed and untouched since then.

Wearing those very casual things again was a treat. The flat-soled hiking shoes felt oddly uncomfortable. I had been wearing heels all the time, every day. The tall ones with my dresses and skirts, and the short ones at work.

Emily had even picked up a couple pairs of slip-on mules with three-inch heels for me to use as slippers around the house.

My feet and calves just weren't used to such regular shoes.

I donned the tennis skort thing and a loose blouse that hid my corset, and we packed a picnic lunch before heading out to a state park. It was a large area with a lot of woods, and a river, crisscrossed by miles of rough trails. As it was a couple hours' drive from the city, we hoped it wouldn't be too crowded.

We left the city, looking forward to some quiet and private time, under a blue sky.

The drive took us out of the city and into the quieter countryside on a freeway and then the backroads, until we were finally able to turn in at the park. It didn't seem too busy. Emily found a place for the car, and after loading up we hiked into the woods for another hour before we found an idyllic little glade beside a creek that flowed down into the area's larger river.

By that time, I was complaining about my shoulders. I'd had more exercise, hiking over all that uneven ground, than I'd had in many months, and the weight of the backpack coupled with my always weighty breast forms, was killing me.

"Oh, come on, the pack isn't that heavy," Emily chided me.

After I peeled off the pack and dumped it on the ground, I could still feel the ache.

"It's my breasts too. The bra straps. They've been bothering me for a while. Both my shoulders and my lower back. I've been walking around with my big boobs so much more than I ever did before."

"Well, there Kendra, my love, better get used to it. We girls learn to live with our chests and our bra straps all the time. If you're going to be my girl, you'll need to also."

Then she laughed. "You're the one who decided to go with the big boobs. It wasn't like you were born with them."

I moaned and tried to massage the pain away.

Emily spread the blanket she had carried, as I knelt down and unloaded the food and drink.

We settled in, sitting cross-legged to eat our lunch and enjoy the environment. A gentle breeze, dappled sunshine, birds chirping and only a few insects buzzing. Wonderful!

We ate and chatted casually about nothing in particular until finished, we packed the refuse away. Then laid down to enjoy ourselves.

We didn't hear anyone else, wandering about, but it probably wouldn't have mattered if we had.

And this time, Emily remembered to bring my key.

We made love, with the sex spiced up by the environment, and the small risk of discovery.

And afterward, we cuddled and dozed. A truly wonderous day.

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Late that afternoon, we arrived back home close to dinnertime, tired and dirty, but very happy.

Emily's master shower was larger than mine, easily big enough for two lovers.

We stripped down completely, save for my cage, of course, and danced into the stall. It felt good and we had fun.

We came out revitalized, and hungry.

While I put on my lingerie, it always took a while to lace up the corset, Emily pulled on a long T-shirt, and grabbed her phone to order a pizza.

Twenty minutes later, we were just sitting down to eat when Winter called, just checking in. Emily, naturally, invited her to join us. She did live only steps away, so it was easy.

Although I was tired from our busy day, like Emily, I liked Winter and I hoped for another wonderous session in bed with two lovers.

Winter joined us minutes later bringing a bottle of wine, and it did indeed turn into a sleepover.

Lucky me!

After finishing the pizza, we emptied the bottle and then moved straight into the bedroom when Emily stood up from the table and declared. "I'm tired, if we don't screw now, I'll be too exhausted to enjoy it."

"Well, then let's get to it," Winter had replied, laughing excitedly. "I have plenty of energy."

She then took over for the rest of the night, directing our moves with gentle nudges and encouraging suggestions.

I wound up licking Emily to a happy orgasm, while Winter teased my cock with busy fingers. Then while Emily watched, I ate Winter's pussy, preparing her for my cock.

She rode that, as all my lovers seem to do, sitting on my hips with both of us pumping up and down.

I came when she did, but damn! it was hard holding back until that happy moment.

Afterward, we all collapsed, entwined, on the mattress, caressing each other, lightly.

"I can't get over how sexy you look," Emily said as she rolled to cuddle more closely with Winter.

It made me jealous.

Of course, I adored Winter's tattoos and piercings, too. It was weird how conservative and businesslike, and assertive she was on the outside, while beneath the surface, she was clearly very sexy.

Winter giggled. "My decorations? It's my body. And I like embellishing it, and it makes me feel sexy. Even if I don't show it off all that often."

"I'm certainly glad you're showing it off to us." I told her, using my old male voice, and sounding like a letch.

She punched me, playfully. "I'm sharing it with my two best girlfriends. You just stay a girl, or no more sex for you."

"She will," Emily assured her.

"Good, I'd like to do this often." Winter replied.

I liked that idea, too.

Later, Winter threw her clothes back on and snuck out to go down to her place, leaving us to sleep.

Emily was already out, so I got the final kiss before she left us.

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Emily and I spent Sunday just lying around her condo. Cuddling on the couch and watching movies for most of the day. She squeezed in a little work, while I prepared lunch and cleaned up the kitchen afterward.

Otherwise, it was just a lazy day, as it should be, topped off with loving sex.

+++++++++++

It had been a fun and rewarding weekend, but now early Monday morning, it was time to head into the office.

While dressing, sharing Emily's bathroom, it occurred to me that this was the start of my eighth week of wearing women's outfits to the office. I'd endured seven weeks, and actually done fairly well - survived, kept my job, settled in.

I had to laugh when in the elevator heading down to the garage, Emily also mentioned it was two full months. Almost, anyway. The accomplishment impressed and pleased her; made her particularly happy and proud.

In the garage, Emily in a feminine business suit, and I in pants and shirt with a feminine flare, we split up and headed into work, in our separate cars.

We absolutely had to maintain the secret of our relationship.

In the office everything continued to go well, for me, my team and the department. We hadn't had a crisis in a long time.

By that point I felt like everyone in the company considered me just another employee. A peculiar one, but nonetheless accepted by most, and only shunned by a minority.

Work those few days was actually kind of boring until Thursday when Emily apparently decided it was time to complete my transition and make it official.

Before she called me into her office to inform me of her plan, she informed Human Resources that I had come to her to confess my desire to go full on fem in the office.

She had explained that her subordinate, Kenny Grey wanted to complete his transition. She assured them that she was fine with my desire, and that it wouldn't disrupt the operation of her department.

It was a good thing that her door was closed, when she got around to telling me. I jumped up out of her visitor's chair and began pacing, more like stomping around the furniture. "You didn't!"

She nodded, solemnly, motioning me to keep my voice down.

With difficulty, I calmed myself, a little. "Emily. No. Please no. I never agreed to any such thing."

She got up and stopped me, standing in front of me, her hands on my shoulders. "Kenny, it's done. I'm tired of your refusal to accept reality. I know it's a huge step, but we'll be much happier."

She tried to hug me, but I was too upset. I broke away and continued my rant.

Finally, she took me by the arm, and yanked me over to the small couch in the corner of her office. And pushed me down, and then climbed onto my lap.

For a moment I was distracted, concerned about the scene if someone came in. But I had much bigger worries.

Emily held my shoulders, and gave me a kiss, that I refused to share in.

She frowned, and leaned back. "Kendra, calm down. It's time. I know it. You know it.

"Hell, even Winter knows it. She's already spoken to her lawyer friend in the building next door, and her staff is preparing all the paperwork.

"By the way she needs a couple passport-type photos of Kendra to submit for your new documentation."

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, stunned and terrified. "This can't be happening," I muttered, hoping it was some dream I needed to wake up from.

Kendra caressed my face, and continued trying to convince me it was all for the best.

After a while I looked into her eyes, and actually listened to her reassurances. She was concerned, but adamant. Confident in the change.

"Does anyone else know?" I finally asked.

"No. Not yet anyway. Just HR, and they won't say anything."

"Then we can still back out." I don't know why I said 'we'.

She sighed, sadly and scowled at me. "We have a dinner meeting with Marie Ashton, the VP of Human Resources, today, after hours.

"She felt that would be best. She really wants to support you on this, but first she needs to confirm that you're fully committed to the change, and ready for the backlash.

"I assured her that we'd discussed it. And that you were indeed ready."

But we hadn't really, and I didn't feel ready.

I told her that, and she refused to accept it. "Kendra, if you love me as much as I love you, you'll do this for me. For us."

We were truly in love, I adored her, and it was clear she adored Kendra. It would have to be, but it frightened the hell out of me...

She gave me another kiss, and that time I returned it, half-heartedly.

Again, I worried about someone walking in on us. We'd worked so hard for so long to avoid being found out. But at that point I had greater fears.

Sitting there, with her, I realized I would do whatever she wanted. But I also knew I'd suffer for it.

We kissed again. Each time we did, now, I felt a little better.

"Everyone has come to accept you dressed in your women's clothes. This will be just another step. The final one," she assured me.

Then she hugged me even tighter. "You know I'll always be there for you. You'll be able to wear pretty dresses, skirts and heels." She said as she lovingly rested her head on my shoulder.

A few moments later she kissed me again. We kissed again, and I began accepting the inevitability of it all.

I closed my eyes and slumped back again, still trying to imagine it all. Could I really, publicly, permanently, make the switch?

Outside of work, I already had. And even in the office I was half-way there. A lot of the staff already saw me as borderline. Sissy, or gay, or largely effeminate.

Would it get any worse If I wore a dress?

Probably not.

But I still had the opportunity to back out. That dinner with the human resources boss, would be my chance to change my mind, and renege on Emily's plan.

But I knew that would ruin my life with her. And I had been picturing us living and loving, happily ever after...

And Emily was so certain this was right for me. What, deep down, I really wanted, even if I couldn't admit it to myself.

It still scared the shit out of me.

Emily sat with me for a couple more minutes, then climbed off. "Sorry my love, but I have a meeting I have to run off to.

"Take your time, stay here and calm down if you like. But make sure you meet us at Kaiser's on Jackson at six, tonight. Got it?"

"Yes," I muttered.

Ten minutes later I went for a walk around the block. I wasn't ready to go back to my desk, and do any work.

Of course, a couple times as I wandered the sidewalk, I noticed people looking at the way I was dressed. None of them bothered me, they just stared.

Would they stare curiously like that if I was dressed and made-up as Kendra? I wondered.

Probably not. They might ogle me lasciviously. Would that be such a terrible thing?

Even if they were males, as long as they kept their hands off, I could easily ignore it, and them.

After a couple laps, I went back to my desk and sat wondering how the people in the office would react to me in a dress. I'd change my name to Kendra, and they'd get used to calling me that. They'd have to.

At five-thirty, I shut everything down, and prepared to leave, to meet at the restaurant. I hadn't accomplished much; too wrapped up in thoughts of my transition.

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I was the first one to arrive at the restaurant. Emily came in a couple minutes later.

She spotted me sitting at the table and hustled over, giving me a lovely kiss before sitting down. Damn! I loved her. But at that moment I was too distracted to tell her so.

Once seated, she leaned in close and beneath the table rested a hand in my lap. "Kendra, listen to me. I have this all arranged. Like I said, I've briefed Marie and she'll support you, but she needs to meet you before final sign off."

"Emily, I'm still not sure I can deal with this." Actually, it scared me to death!

I continued to dwell on all the bigger consequences and complications. Changing my name, all the government forms. Pasing the word to banks, and businesses. All the people I knew. My relatives. My parents had passed, so I wouldn't have to face them, and I hadn't seen my sister in years. She was off with her husband in Japan.

Around the office I could see that everyone had made their judgement, most assuming that I was more female now, than male, at least when it came to my clothes.

Clearly too, most had concluded that I was trans. And believing that I was most defiantly gay.

What nobody suspected, though, was Emily's involvement. And it would have to stay that way. We couldn't live and work together. It violated too many rules.

She read the fear and reluctance in my face and reached up to cup my head between her hands. "Kendra, you've been fantasizing about being a girl for years. You told me that. We both know how much you enjoyed your sexy French maid games.

"And for months now you've been dressing and living the life of a happy girl."

"This is just one more step to fulfill that wish.

"And you know that I'll always be there for you. Winter too.

"This is just another little step."

"Little?" I moaned. It seemed huge to me.

"Oh, come on. Everyone in the company has seen you, and they all know you're a female at heart."

I nodded, knowing she was right.

She was still encouraging me when Ms. Ashton, Marie, arrived.

I'd seen her around, but never really spoken to her. She was older, dignified yet friendly, just like you'd expect the head of personnel to be.

We both stood to greet her. And she hugged both of us, like we were good friends.

As soon as we had all settled in our chairs, she got right down to business. "Emily has assured me that you'll remain a valuable member of her team."

"And Miranda also confirmed your value to the organization, when we spoke during her exit interview. She also said that you've been accepted by the teams that work with you."

Emily nodded her enthusiastic agreement, and I just smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Marie then began probing with careful questions. Clearly, she wanted to verify that I was committed to the switch, and ready for the consequences.

Under Emily's watchful eye, and with her occasional encouraging comment, I went along with the plan. Answering thoughtfully, but agreeably.

Yes, I felt the absolute need for the change.

Yes, I've always dreamed of being a girl. Dressing and looking like one, in particular.

She didn't press for my actual sexual orientation. Although it did seem like she assumed I was interested in men.

I decided not to argue that point.

Finally, she seemed satisfied and moved on. "I understand that your attire around the office of late has been somewhat androgenous. I can see that now. Although I can also see that your outfit is definitely on the feminine side of business casual. Will that change?

I caught Emily's eye and she smiled and nodded. "We have talked about that. You will be shifting to skirts, right?"

"Yes. I have been assembling a wardrobe of blazers and skirts. Things similar to what Emily. And most other female managers wear around the office," I answered, knowing that's what Emily wanted and what Marie expected.

"Excellent. Nothing too, um, distracting."

"No, of course not."

She nodded, pleased, and perhaps relieved as well.

"Well then, I think we're all set. Rachael has volunteered to be your primary contact from my department. If you have any trouble at all, contact her. I imagine she'll be visiting with you regularly to make sure everything's okay."

Emily smiled, pleased and happy for me. I nodded and thanked the both of them for their support.

For the rest of the evening, we sat, ate and chatted like three friends from work.

The decision had been made and put aside.

A couple of times, while discussing life in the office, Marie continued to be very supportive of my changing position.

She was also appeared fascinated by my transition.

"Are you on the drug cocktail that will really transform your body? Not that you don't look perfectly feminine to me."

I stumbled on that question. I didn't have a ready answer.

"Um, no. I haven't settled on it with my doctor yet." I stammered. I didn't actually have a doctor, at least not one who would transition me. But the vague answer seemed to satisfy her curiosity.

Finally, after the table had been cleared, Marie prepared to depart.

"Emily, I think Kendra should take tomorrow and all of next week off. That will be best for my team and the company. It'll give me some time to prepare. I want to send a notification to the management team on what to expect and how the company requires everyone to behave."

Emily nodded. "No problem. Things are stable enough and she has plenty of accrued vacation time."

"Tell everyone?" I asked. I'd imagined keeping it small, unobtrusive. Let people get used to me, slowly, like we'd done it over the past couple months' worth of wardrobe changes.

Marie looked at me, thoughtfully. "Yes, I think that'll be best.

"Kenny, I've received several comments and a few complaints about you. And quashed them as necessary. This big a change will upset some of the more, um, stuffy employees.

"We need to make sure those team members understand and behave properly. From what I've heard about you, I'm certain you'll handle them with respect and understanding."

"I will. I know it'll be, um, weird," I replied. Then laughed. "It's weird for me too."

She smiled and nodded. "I'll also have the paperwork prepared, and your new email address set up."

I realized with a shock, that per company policy, all our email addresses included our first names. My new address would start with 'Kendra'. Another change I'd have to deal with.

I made a mental note to talk to the tech team and have my mailboxes transferred and email forwarded. Shit!

Ms. Ashton, with both the meal and the business finished, said her farewells and headed out.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

After she'd left the building, Emily and I stayed for a while longer. I had grown numb. It was all happening so fast. I'd be a girl from this point on. At least on the outside. I had no intention of taking hormones or having my dick cut off.

In her review of the session, Emily was all compliments and encouragement. I appreciated it, and generally agreed.

"But what am I going to do for the next ten days?"

She chuckled. "Relax and prepare, of course.

"I expect Miranda will be available to hang out with, if you want. You know how things go. After someone gives their notice, the company would just as soon not see them around. Bad for morale.

"And Winter often has free time to spend with you."

"Yah, I suppose," I replied. Time with Winter could be fun. But I didn't like the idea of laying around worrying about my debut in the office as Kendra.

I was still sitting evaluating, when Emily started to shift in her seat, preparing to stand. "Sorry Kendra, but I have to go. I've got several meetings tomorrow," she said, softly, caringly.

"I'll report you sick tomorrow, and sign you out on vacation for all of next week.

"You need to go home and relax."

I looked at her, apprehensively. "I still can't believe..."

"Of course you believe. It's done, so get used to the idea." She leaned over grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. Just a short one.

Then she released me and stood up, offering me her hand.

I took it and allowed her to lead me out of the place.

I wasn't drunk, but I sort of felt like it. Kind of out-of-body.

In the parking lot, after verifying our privacy we hugged and kissed, and her passion made me feel a little better.

Then with a wave, we split to our cars.

I drove home without much thought, just concentrating on the road. My mind too terrified and my guts churning, nauseous.

Once inside my condo, I just stripped off my work clothes, and slipped a camisole on over my undies, before crawling into bed.

Oddly enough I fell quickly asleep. Totally brain-dead.

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I laid around the place all the next day contemplating my future. As I'd been advised to take the next ten days off to get used to the idea, and for them to prepare the company, I had nothing to do, no plans and not interesting in doing anything anyway.

Was it really my fantasy come true?

Around lunch time I got a call from Emily.

"Winter and I are taking you out to dinner tonight. Pick out a nice dress and meet us in our lobby at 6:30."

"Okay," I muttered. Unenthused by anything.

Emily sighed. "Kendra this is the right thing to do. The best thing for us."

She paused for a moment. "Oh, sorry, gotta run. You'll see. Bye." Then she hurriedly hung up.

Not knowing what to do, I crawled back into bed, assumed the fetal position, and surprisingly drifted off to a troubled sleep.

+++++++++++

That evening, I made it to her building at 6:40. I still wasn't used to how long it takes for a girl to get dressed and fully made-up for a night out.

When, during the drive, I called Emily and warned her that I'd be a little late. She laughed, "typical girl."

She and Winter were waiting for me in the lobby, talking to a couple guys, when I got off the elevator from the garage.

They both looked great. It was obvious why the two men were interested; trying their best to pick them up.

Of course, I got jealous. Both of them were better looking than Kenny used to be. Soon he would cease to exist. That was a terrifying thought.

The girls broke it off with the two very disappointed guys and came over to me. We exchanged hugs and kisses. I loved Emily's passionate kiss. But Winter's was almost the same, I was thrilled by that too.

Both made me feel better.

We loaded into Winter's car, I sat in the back, and she drove us to the restaurant.

It was an up-scale French Brasserie, very nice. And the professional staff were pleased to serve three pretty women. Well, two very pretty women and one fairly pretty one, me.

The place was elegant and quiet, and not very busy on a Tuesday evening. We settled into a table in the center of the floor, on display, and got comfortable.

"We'll go all out, like the French would, multiple courses and take our time," Winter declared as she ordered a bottle of wine.

The waiter nodded. "Perfectly acceptable. No hurry, ladies."

While we ate and drank, both women were more excited than I was by my transformation. And they continued to congratulate and encourage me. I did appreciate their efforts, but...

I did have a good time though. Who wouldn't? Great food, wine and women.

"When we were at the symphony, I asked Kendra about her slave collar, but didn't get a complete answer," Winter said to us at one point, speaking to Emily.

But then she turned to really focus on me. "And the other night it almost got you in trouble. Why do you wear that thing?"

I looked to Emily for support but she just smiled angelically and nodded to me. I'd have to tell the story.

"Well, I have two keyholders," I said, uncomfortably.

"Oh, really?" she said, intrigued. She looked at Emily. "Emily and who else?"

I really didn't want to go into the history of it all. The discovery and the months of games with both Emily and Miranda.

Emily could see my uneasiness. "Go on. Might as well tell the whole story."

I took a drink, and then just dove in, describing my French maid fantasy, and how I was in the midst of a session, locked away, when the system crisis demanded I go into the office.

Where Emily and Miranda discovered my costume, poorly hidden by my clothes.

"We were shocked, but agreed that it was intriguing and erotic," Emily explained. "Fascinated, we both decided we wanted in on his action. I was more interested in his feminine persona. While it sounds like Miranda enjoyed him as a fun fuck."

Winter looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded.

She chuckled. "So, you have two keyholders, you kinky girl?"

I smiled self-consciously, embarrassed. "Yes. And in my original role as a maid, I clean both of their houses."

"And that's when he gets unlocked for fun and games," Emily cut in, giggling. "He's always nice and horny."

"Ah, men denied," Winter said, sounding like she knew and liked the idea.

"Usually, I get unlocked," I muttered. "But sometimes, not."

"Miranda considers him her 'boy-toy'," Emily said, but that won't work anymore, will it Kendra, my love.

I just shrugged. I still had my cock, and that's what Miranda seemed to like best. I'd be more of a sissy as far as she was concerned.

"So, you split your time between your two mistresses?" Winter asked, moving things along.

"Well, I only visit Miranda one weekend a month."

"I got her twice a month, sometimes more often." Emily said, happily. "Lately, a lot more often. And Miranda is her mistress, I'm her girlfriend, more like lover."

And she reached over to pet my hand, affectionately.

Winter appeared to have a couple more questions for me, but it seemed she had heard enough to satisfy her curiosity. And it was clear she was fascinated and entertained by what she'd heard.

I was relieved when the conversation shifted to a review of some of the other women in the restaurant. I suppose we were being 'catty', reviewing their looks and clothes, usually not in a complimentary way.

After a dozen minutes of that game, Emily looked at Winter.

"Okay, now I'd like to hear more about you and your sex maniac Ex. I have to believe that there's some juicy stories there. Your turn."

Winter laughed. "Well, he's not so much a sex maniac as he is a sex merchant. I'll explain if you really want."

"Oh, we want," Emily replied.

"You've heard my entire, bizarre story," I said, anxious to hear hers.

She laughed. "Okay, I think I told you, we met in Berlin. I was there for grad school, and adventure. And Dieter became my adventure."

She then went on to explain that he was eight years older than she was, and had just made his first million. He'd started his company there in Berlin, and lived in a suburb, in a grand, older home, not far from the university.

It was almost love at first sight. He was handsome, blonde and blue-eyed, and charming.

And successful. While still at the university, studying business, he'd borrowed money from his father and opened a small adult store, just off-campus. The students loved the place, and it did quite well.

After graduation he expanded from books, movies and toys, into designing and manufacturing similar sex-oriented products, and selling them in his store, and a second one he opened downtown. And soon there was another location in Hamburg.

"You'd never guess how sexy and kinky the Deutschers can be. Not your standard image of Germans."

The business grew and grew. And mail-order and the Web store became huge profit centers.

As the product lines grew, he opened a new subsidiary called 'Chasti-Permalock' or 'CP'.

"Your cage, Kendra, could be one of their products. Not everything they sell along those lines is permanent."

Emily giggled. "I wouldn't want that. I like her cock."

"Then you should free the poor thing, more often," I said only half-joking.

"Oh, no," Emily replied. Everyone knows a horny boy is a compliant one. Right Winter?"

"Absolutely. The longer a cock is denied, the better," Winter said, giggling.

Then she added, getting serious. "Deiter tested several of his female model chastity belt designs on me."

That was interesting, and exciting. But before I could ask, Emily beat me to it.

"Oh?" she asked. Then she giggled. "Does a denied girl, become more compliant?"

Winter blushed, then replied meekly, "It did with me. Um, after a month unable to even touch my pussy, I was putty in his hands"

"A month!" Emily asked, shocked. "I'd lose it."

I'd been locked up for that long, in the past.

"I nearly did. I took it in the ass every night for a week before he released me."

"OMG!" Emily cried.

Winter shrugged, and moved on. "A year later, he partnered with a fledgling bio-med company who was doing magic with nanites, nano-bots, tiny little, in-body robots that can do wonders restructuring."

"Restructuring?"

"Well, the BioMed company started out with the tiny little machines, invisible to the naked eye, injected into the body, to eat away fat cells. 'Get rid of your beer belly in days!' they promised, and delivered. It worked. They make a fortune. Much better than drugs or diets.

"I've read about those," Emily said. "Very expensive, and not yet approved by the FDA."

"They've been approved in Germany, and in several other countries around the world.

"And now they can produce wonderous changes for other, sexual purposes."

I wanted to ask, 'like what?' but I didn't want to interrupt.

"He also made arrangements with a very kinky Caribbean resort complex, called 'Paradise Isle', perhaps you've heard of them. Their resorts are famous, or infamous for 'sex and surf' vacations very erotic, even twisted. I understand their clinic performs magic. Particularly with specialized nanites."

"Fascinating," Emily said, and she looked like she was imagining the possibilities. I was too.

"As to my husband. Dieter liked everything about sex. I couldn't keep up with him."

Emily chuckled. "Sounds like a very fun guy."

Winter laughed. "Oh, he was. He opened my eyes to a lot of fetishy things." She paused for a moment seeming lost in the memories.

"Things I've come to love. Body mods, threesomes, chastity, bondage, all of it."

Emily giggled, but didn't say anything.

The server interrupted us at that point, checking to see if we needed anything else.

Just when things were getting good! I wanted to hear more from Winter, and I think Emily did too.

But the mood was broken and I think she was done with her story, and her little tease.

A short while later we called it a night. We'd had a good time, but we were all too tired to carry on. I was more mentally exhausted than physically.

And tomorrow, I was due over at Miranda's for my scheduled maid session, cleaning her home.

It would be a distraction....

Hopefully she wouldn't be too hard on me this time. No more anal, I prayed.

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Surprisingly, I slept pretty well, and woke up that morning only slightly hung-over, but ready for the day. I pushed my concerns to the back of my mind, and focused on playing the maid at Miranda's.

I arrived at her house, in my uniform and parked in her driveway per usual. She let me in, and gave me warm greeting, a hug and a kiss.

Then stepped away and let me get to work. That was fine with me.

I had cleaned all morning, and around noon took a break for lunch. Hearing me in the kitchen Miranda came in and we ate together, casually and comfortably like a couple of girlfriends.

"I have a date tonight, and I imagine I'll be bringing him home after dinner," she said as we ate.

"You can stick around and warm him up for me. I know you have some experience sucking cock."

"I never. Only that gag," I said disgruntled, and frightened that she might actually demand it.

She giggled. "Close enough."

I shook my head, and she shrugged and began walking out. In the doorway, she paused. "If you don't want to have a good time with us, you might as well finish as much as you can, and then just head home tonight."

"I'll do that."

It would mean no sex for me; no relief, but I wasn't about to fool around with some guy.

She looked at me with a sly grin. "Kendra, you know, a good blow job is a way a girl can get rid of a guy who wants a fuck, when you don't. And it sure sounds like you never will, silly girl."

I gave her a disgusted look.

"Once a guy's blown his load, he'll forget about you. That's the way real men are."

I just shook my head and got up to clean up the kitchen. She giggled and walked away.

Later that afternoon, while I was making her bed, Miranda surprised me when she came in and helped me spread the covers. Then she grabbed my hand and had me sit down on the mattress, beside her.

She seemed very serious. "Kenny, I'm moving away. I accepted a new job in Tampa. Can't stand it here anymore. Too many crazies, and the taxes are insane."

I was stunned. She was leaving?

She nodded as if she could read my mind. "You should come with me. I'm certain there'd be a position for you."

She paused to look into my eyes and chuckled. "You could go back to being a full-time guy and a part-time gal."

I hadn't told her of my pending change to full-time girl in the office. And apparently Emily hadn't either. I knew I probably should, but was afraid of how she'd react.

I was very surprised by her announcement, but I was still able to complete her suggestion. "Instead of full-time woman?"

"Yup"

"You're really going?" I asked, back to the main event.

"Yes, I gave my two-week notice on Friday. My house is going up for sale, and I'm searching for a place to live in Florida."

"Heat and humidity."

"Sunshine and beaches, sanity and low taxes." she replied.

I could see her point.

"So, you won't have to clean my little house anymore."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. Then leaned back, watching my reaction.

I realized that I was going to miss her.

"I'll be sorry to see you go."

She smiled. "I understand. I'll miss playing with you. But you're becoming such a pretty girl. Emily's girl. You two belong together, and I'm just in the way."

Then she pushed me onto my back, and crawled up, on top of me.

Looked like I'd get sex after all. That thought overshadowed the news of her pending departure.

We laughed as we stripped each other while lying on the mattress, kissing and fondling.

She removed my cage during a pause, and even gave me a kiss on my little head.

And the screwing session was very enjoyable. We fucked like a normal couple. Something I hadn't done, particularly with Miranda, ever, that I could remember.

Both of us enjoyed our respective orgasms, and laid back afterwards feeling fine.

After we'd recovered, she'd locked me back up. I took a couple minutes to clean up and then I met her in the living room.

She gave me a hug and a much more passionate kiss, and then dismissed me. "Go home, my sissy. I'll see you in the office."

"I'll miss you." I told her, sadly.

"I'll miss you and our games, too," she replied. "You'll still have Emily, and her efforts."

I nodded, "yes I will."

I grabbed my purse and after one more kiss, left her.

So now Emily would be my keyholder. My only key holder. I really liked that idea, although it meant that I'd be totally at her mercy for sex.

Back in my place, that night, I started feeling lonely. I had expected to spend the entire weekend with Miranda, so I had nothing planned for Sunday. And I had the next week off with nothing to do but worry. And try to buck up the courage to go into work as a woman.

Even though I'd suffered through their reactions before, I was certain it would be worse this time.

Even though I'd have HR's support, and company management would be read-in, the same people who had been scandalized, when I started changing my clothing style, would be really upset with me as a full-fledged woman.

Damn!

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On Monday, Winter, being supportive and helpful, picked me up and took me into town to meet her lawyer friend, so she could take care of the governmental paperwork for my transition. New IDs and official documentation. Frightening, stuff.

It would make Kendra a real person, beyond just a credit card in her name. Traumatizing thought, but necessary if I was going to make the switch. Which I was, per Emily.

Jennifer, the attorney, was professional and efficient. She made no comment on my pending change to full female. Just focused on the necessary paperwork.

"The state has made it pretty easy, really. They'll issue a new driver's license and even an amended birth certificate."

"The fed might take a little longer but you'll get a new passport from them."

I imagined there was a lot of bureaucracy involved, that she and her team had dealt with to get those things going. I thanked her for the work before she continued.

"The name change is actually no big deal, happens all the time, but you'll need to contact your bank and all the other companies you do business with to change your identity with them."

I groaned; that would be a long list I'd need to call or visit. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain...

"We can make a list. I'll help," Winter said, reassuringly.

I nodded wearily at the thought of the process, and the ultimate result. I'd be a woman in everyone's eyes.

Finished, I thanked Jennifer for everything.

"And Kendra, please don't hesitate to call me if anything goes awry. I mean anything. I am an attorney, and we sue abusers. You know what I mean."

"I do, thanks."

After we left the building downtown, Winter didn't go straight back to my place.

"I have a present for you," she told me as we pulled up to a boutique that according to the sign specialized in women's accessories and jewelry.

"Oh, what?" I liked her, but I wasn't sure about her buying me presents.

"You'll see. A friend of mine owns this place, and she's waiting for us"

The store was moderately sized, bright and cheery, and full of pretty things that would make any girl happy.

Winter led me in by the hand, and took me straight over to the proprietress at the counter.

"Rose, this is Kendra. Kendra this is Rose, she'll help with the present I told you about."

Rose was a large woman, but seemed friendly enough.

"Helo, Rose. I don't know anything about this present."

Winter chuckled. "Well, I told her, so just follow along and we'll give it to you."

Rose led the way as we paraded through the store, full of pretty, girly things, and then into an alcove with a large chair. It looked like a treatment chair, and that made me nervous.

Inside, Rose took over. "Have a seat, Kendra," she said, as she ushered me into the chair. When I hesitated, Winter gave me a nudge. "Just go with it," she muttered.

Once I was seated Rose turned to Winter. "So how many?"

"Well, she's already got the one. How about two more on each side. The start of a ladder."

I was starting to understand and wasn't thrilled.

Rose nodded and bent to look at my right ear. "There's plenty of room. I would think three would be better."

"Okay. That's sounds good. Right Kendra?"

"Winter, I don't know..." I said, protesting. I had been wearing little studs in my ears, for ages. They worked for a guy, and now as a girl I wore dangly hoops, around an inch in diameter. That was always enough for me.

"Don't worry, you'll look great. Much more feminine. And Emily will love them, I'm sure."

"We can put a graduated set of rings in them, starting with five centimeter in the bottom and a four, three and two at the top. It'll look really cool." Rose added, confidently.

"I like it!" Winter said happily.

Rose looked at her, and laughed. "You've always liked piercings of any kind, anywhere."

I'd seen Winter's intimate piercings, and enjoyed playing with them. But they were all hidden, in wonderful places. The ones I was to get would be visible to all.

I considered refusing; backing out, but as always, just couldn't. More decorations on my ears might look nice, and if I didn't like them, I could just let them close and heal over. And my hair, now quite long, would hide them too.

So, I just sat there and endured the repeated painful pokes, first on the right and then on the left.

After each piercing, Rose applied some ointment and then inserted a simple stud, explaining that in a month we could replace them with the rings Winter had agreed to.

It took an hour to add the six holes to my body. And then finally, Rose replaced the original rings with the two new ones, that would ultimately match the others. They were a bit larger in diameter than the small hoops I usually wore.

When Rose switched sides, Winter pointed out my collar. I had it swiveled around as I usually did, so the ring and charm were hidden in back, beneath my hair.

Winter grabbed the thing and gently swiveled it around so the charm showed. "Cool, eh?"

Rose paused to take a look. "That is nice. She's not yours, is she?"

"No, not mine. Not officially anyone's. But it is permanent."

Embarrassed, and not wanting to discuss it, I just remained silent.

Minutes later, Rose backed away, finished and apparently pleased with her work.

When they showed me with a hand-mirror, the collection looked excessive. On each side the studs ran from my lobe, evenly spaced, half-way up the edge of each ear.

I could only imagine how it would look when the small studs were replaced by the larger rings.

The new rings in my original piercings were 'gated' and looked like complete hoops, they felt tight, stretching my older holes.

Winter held up a couple of the extras, and gushed, "when they're all in place, they'll look fantastic."

Rose agreed, but suggested that we complete the ladder by adding something like six more holes, all the way up to the top.

I adamantly refused that. It was going to be difficult enough to deal with the new set.

Rose shrugged. Winter though giggled, and muttered "we'll see."

I scowled at her, and she laughed.

I walked out of the place several minutes later with sore, perforated ears. Winter was pleased, and she assured me that Emily would be also.

It was definitely a woman's decoration.

While driving me back to my place, stopped at a stop sign, waiting for traffic to clear, Winter, out of the blue, started giggling.

"What?" I asked, curious.

She looked over at me. "This is so much fun."

"What is?"

"Helping you become a real girl, silly. You're like the younger sister I never had. But I have to admit you're much more interesting and sexier than a sister would be."

"Um, thanks, I think."

She leaned over, "come here."

"Huh?" I said as I turned to her and leaned over the center console.

She grabbed and pulled me closer so she could give me a kiss. A nice one, more than friendly.

Surprised, I reflexively kissed her back.

Then the driver behind us honked, to get her to move.

She laughed and returned her attention to the road, leaving me flustered, confused, and aroused.

Winter pulled up in front of my building to drop me off. She had to get back to work. Once I was out on the sidewalk, she motioned for me to come around to her open window. And when I got there and bent down to thank her for her help, she once again grabbed me, this time by the ring on my collar, and pulled me in to give me another kiss.

"I really do like you, sweet Kendra. Too bad you belong so completely to Emily. It's certainly fun when the three of us play. I wonder if a Ménage à trois would work for us. Do you think Emily would share? We could all move in together."

That was a surprise. Another one. As I stood up dumbfounded, she laughed rolled up her window and drove off, leaving me standing in the street, feeling stupid, and wondering if Emily would share...

To be continued...

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