Maidenhead Ch. 08

Eight Months Ago - Saturday, 4:17 PM

Mark stared at the note in complete and total disbelief. He felt groggy, having awoken somewhere out of the norm and at a much, MUCH later time than normal.

Worst of all was the stiffness.

His whole body was screaming at him.

His waist and ribs felt bruised beneath the corset.

His ankles and feet were numb inside the boots.

His crotch was clammy with half-dry cum.

Despite the discomfort, he could not make himself stop reading the note he held in his dainty, pink-nailed hand. He stared at the post-it, re-reading it for the umpteenth time. His 'morning' arousal throbbed in his clammy panties, despite the late hour of the afternoon.

Punish him more?

Squirt.

He was partially laying on the sofa, still in full-on maid attire.

His panties were full of dried (and still a little wet) cum from before he passed out.

His body screamed from the constricting attire. Yet, the idea of having to be the maid for the day...

... of being punished for not being a good enough maid...

... the idea just made his head swim.

Squirt.

Gingerly, he stood up, his feet tingling. He dared not walk as they awoke with millions of needles into his flesh. All he could do was stand there and teeter, feeling very foolish in his short skirted maid uniform.

Before he did anything, he had to get the ankle boots off...

... and this horrible corset...

Trisha had her key on a necklace. He knew she had worn it around her neck before climbing into bed. He had no idea if she had taken that to work with her or not. Thankfully, there was another key...

He hobbled up the stairs, the petticoats swishing around his smooth thighs. Even in the uncomfortable state he was in, the feeling was erotic. His hand drifted down to rub the hard lump in his panties. The whole experience was almost TOO stimulating.

In the bedroom, he stumbled around the bed to the vanity table. Sitting in front of the mirror was the other tiny, silver key.

Thank god!

For just the slightest moment, he had been afraid she had taken his copy with her and trapped him in this outfit all afternoon.

The thought made his arousal intensify.

With the key in sight, Mark hesitated, staring at his reflection in the vanity. The Bimbo-Slut that stared at him begged to be fucked. Her pupils were dilated so much you could barely see the irises. Her cheeks flushed with desire.

... before I get undressed...

He crawled up onto the bed on all fours. He watched the sexy maid reflected by the mirror on the vanity. He watched her slide a hand between her legs. Her mouth opened in a moan. If anyone could see her face, they would instantly know she was begging for sex. There was no mistaking the slutty look that girl had on her face.

He watched the girl in the mirror writhe and wriggle as she masturbated.

The Bimbo-Slut did not last long.

Today - Sunday, 6:54 PM

Lacy was shaking her head.

"Please, no..."

The tattooed woman was tolerating no argument. She grabbed Lacy's chin with a surprisingly tight grip and held her steady.

"Hold still, Princess. It doesn't hurt much."

The tweezers yanked and Lacy whimpered.

Her eyebrows were being plucked.

Removed!

Smaller and smaller!

Tricia...

... Miss Sellers...

... had had them shaped into a feminine style, but this...

Pluck.

... this was going too far...

Pluck.

... there was no going back from this tomorrow...

Pluck.

... every yank made his face less masculine...

Pluck.

... every pluck a tug at his very being...

Pluck.

"Please, don't do this..."

Pluck.

"Listen, Sugar," the woman said bluntly, "Trust me on this... You're going to look great! No need to worry at all."

Pluck.

Lacy tried to shake her head again, but the hand holding her chin squeezed. The squeeze was harder than it needed to be.

Pluck.

... She is still working on the same eyebrow...

Pluck.

... is there even any hair left? She's been doing this forever!

Pluck.

Lacy nibbled her lower lip, her heart was beating so fast that she worried it would burst out of her chest. Inside her head, Mark was screaming in fear and desperation. This was going too far!

Pluck.

Moving Lacy's head back and forth with the hand on her chin, Miss Toni inspected her work. A smile was lighting up her face.

"There! You had absolutely nothing to worry about. It turned out great! Now let's tackle the other one."

Lacy did not say a thing. She did not move. She did not breathe.

She had just had her left eyebrow shaped down to what had to be almost nothing.

There was no telling what it looked like, she was in no position to see in the mirror. She knew it was thin. She knew it was arched. She knew it was in no way masculine.

*This has gone too far!*

That was Mark screaming inside her head, like a tiny child protesting in her brain. Mark was scared and horrified that the 'game' he found himself playing had just been taken to yet another giant step past his comfort zone.

Lacy sniffled as the other woman used a tissue to blot the tears from her subject's eye. She didn't seem aware that only some of them were from the pain of the process.

Time passed, pluck by slightly painful pluck.

Eight Months Ago - Saturday, 4:37 PM

Stretched on the bed, Mark was in heaven. His whole body felt like relaxed jelly. He stretched as commercials took the place of the mindless sitcom rerun on the television.

After having climaxed on the bed, he had not been able to remove the uniform fast enough. The shoes went first. Those horrible five-inch stilts that forced the toes to be the brutal focal point of weight. It was a nightmare getting them off while still in the corset, but eventually he persevered.

It took him almost three minutes before he calmed down enough to remove them. In his post-climax eagerness to remove the constricting clothing he had been frantic to rip the shoes off his feet. The trouble was that it took finesse. By laying on the bed and calmly trying to work the key into the locks, he had managed to open the strap that held the laces. His first attempt at removing them, as he normally would remove shoes, almost made him pass out. Bending in the corset was near impossible and he was not nearly flexible enough to do it quickly.

With the lesson learned, he removed the rest of the outfit with the same calm methodology. The lock for the uniform was easy, although slightly awkward. Located directly on the back of his neck, it was simple to reach around and work the key into the lock.

The corset locking strap was a different matter. That lock was located on the small of his back and getting the key into the hole of the dainty lock was tedious. There was an extreme moment of panic that shattered his inner calm when he dropped the key and it bounced off the bed and onto the floor. His scramble, or as much as the corset had allowed, had not been pleasant. It made him even more uncomfortably aware of how scary the whole bondage idea was.

Getting that corset off was the most heavenly feeling Mark had ever felt. He had never felt more free.

He knew he should finish up his chores, but his late night combined with his post-climax exhaustion won out over his dutiful husband mentality. He jumped into the shower, eager to wash the clammy cum (both new and old) from between his legs. As he emerged, clean and exhausted, the bed beckoned.

He longed to wear some comfortable male clothing. The idea of putting panties back on, now that the fantasy had run its course, was less than appealing. He had no male underwear left. Tricia had replaced his underwear over a week ago as part of this little game. She did not seem to understand that he did not like the game ALL the time. It was only fun when he was aroused.

He settled on some frilly pink and white panties, mainly because they had a full rear and would not crawl up his ass as most of them did. He slid on one of the new t-shirts Tricia had recently purchased for him and grumbled at the tightness. It was soft and suited his purposes fine even though his nipples protruded prominently through the thin fabric.

That was as far as he got before the bed lured him in. He slid his smooth body in between the sheets, clicked the television on and let the luxurious day wash over him. As each inane show ended, he made a mental promise that he would watch just one more... and then he would get up and get the rest of his chores done.

The sound of the door opening downstairs made him jolt out of his near sleep. He had wasted the day completely and now...

... now Tricia was home.

Today - Sunday, 7:03 PM

Lacy felt like she was being powdered to death.

... moisturizer...

... a cloud of powder around her face...

... foundation...

Toni took forever to find just the right shade to perfectly match against Lacy's neck...

... more powder... so much powder...

... filling the air around her.

... such a tiny amount of blush...

... powder, powder, powder...

... a different shade of blush... under my cheekbones and chin... interesting... blend... blend... blend... and...

Powder filled her nose. It had a distinctly feminine smell to it. Despite the increasing unease that this impromptu makeover was causing, she felt the familiar throbbing arousal as she was made more and more feminine.

All the while, Toni was talking, even as she powdered Lacy to death...

"... and the asshole thinks I'm just going to give him the keys, do you believe that shit? So, I told him if he wanted the keys then he could drive my ass over here. That shut his ass up. So he called up Ramone and they're... get this... they're going to go to the fucking club tonight. Now, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, you know... lips out sweetie, don't chew on them... and if he wants to go fucking try to pick up sluts at the club without me, then he can fucking move his lazy ass out of my place... Lips OUT, Sweetie..."

It was all a blur to Lacy. She felt Toni's hand grab her cheeks and push them together. It jutted her lips out like a fish.

Toni's relationship woes washed over her like an unfamiliar tide, even as her lips were plumped and lined. The color was a vibrant pink.

"Eyes and lips, sweetheart," Toni was saying as she filled the pink color in on Lacy's lips with a bright strawberry color, "That's what you always want to focus on... the eyes and lips are what make the guys drool."

Guys drool? Good god... She thinks that I...

"Now close your eyes, Princess. Good girl... Now where was I? Oh, yeah... So, I told that selfish prick that if he comes back tonight..."

Lacy shivered in the dark behind her eyelids. She could feel the liner being applied even as Toni continued her diatribe. Mark joined Lacy in the darkness. Lacy reached out to him. After hours of anger and frustration, all she could feel from her male persona now was fear.

*Are we ok?*

*Why is she doing this?*

*Because it'll bring out my eyes.*

*Not her, you bimbo... Tricia! Why is she doing this?*

*I don't know. Isn't it awesome?*

*No! This has to stop!*

*No! I need to cum first!*

*No! Don't even think about it. I am going to find a way out of this and then I'm never going to wear another fucking piece of girl clothing.*

*I bet I look fantastic now.*

*She arched my fucking eyebrows!*

*I am going to look so HOT!*

*I'm not going to be able to leave the house! Everyone is going to think I'm gay!*

*I bet Mr. Goodwin will think I'm hot!*

*No! NO! Stop it!*

*I bet he will!*

*Well too fucking bad! I'm not interested!*

*He is. He can't keep his hands off of me.*

*Stop it!*

"So, you really like this, don't you, Sweet-cheeks."

Toni's voice directed at Lacy caused Mark to shrivel into a tiny ball inside her mind.

"Like what?" Lacy said, her feminine and slightly air-headed voice drifting out into the darkness.

"Your makeover, you silly ditz. Your little thingee just sprung up like a wooden soldier."

Blood rushed to Lacy's head. Sitting in her little skirt, all pooled up around her hips, provided no way to cover her excitement. The tip of her arousal was pushing past the petticoats and out into the open.

"Um... yeah..." the words left her slick lips.

"You're thinking about the boys in the other room, aren't ya?"

Toni's chuckle caused Mark to burst forth from his hiding place.

"No!"

That made her chuckle more.

"Whatever you say, Sweet Potato Pie."

There was a soft whoosh of something between her legs and Lacy shuddered. A makeup brush was lightly touching her engorged member. Her eyes sprung open.

"Eyes closed, Princess. I'm not done yet."

Lacy closed her eyes and shivered at the chuckle from the woman.

"Seems to me those guys have got you all wet down here."

There was another light touch of the brush between her legs. A throbbing squirt followed. It caused Lacy to mewl deep in her throat.

Eye shadow was being applied to her left eye and yet, between her legs, the other brush was periodically teasing the tip and underside of her exposed cock.

"You're just the kind of sweet, little thing that Charles loves..."

More lining on her eyes, and another quick brush between her legs. Mark dove forward again to hold Lacy back from climax.

"... soft and delicate..."

A touch of the brush.

A tiptoe closer to explosion.

"... please... stop..."

Mark tried to speak, but the voice was Lacy's. Her shiny, slick lips seemed to take Mark's voice and convert it into a soft, dulcet tone.

"Stop what?"

It wasn't just a light touch now, the brush between her legs was tickling her exposed member constantly now, circling the head.

"... please..."

Lacy was back in control and ready to cum. The trouble was there was not quite enough stimulation.

*I need more.*

She needed to cum so badly.

Toni laughed and the tickling stopped.

"Yep. They've got you wetter than a swimming pool." The woman said, moving back to the giant makeup case on the counter. "Don't worry though, I'm sure they're going to eat you alive once we're done in here."

Lacy dared to open her eyes. Between her legs, the one non-feminine part of her body gazed up at her, drooling with excitement.

"Now, let's try these..."

Lacy did not even have time to see what she was talking about before the woman was back standing over her. She felt her fingers probing at her ear and realized what she was trying to do.

"Wait! Stop! They're not pierced..."

"No. They aren't, are they? I'm a little surprised with how femme you look. No time like the present, though."

She was back at her case again and Lacy let Mark take control again.

"Look! I think there's been a huge mistake."

It was still Lacy's voice. Mark could not seem to find his real voice. He did manage to stand up. He took a single, wobbly step towards the door, but the woman blocked his path.

"Sit down, Princess. I'm not going to hurt you."

She gave him a slight nudge and Mark found himself off balance, whooshing back to sit on the toilet. He bemoaned ever having put the impossibly high-heeled boots onto his feet. Everything he did seemed to be unbalanced and difficult.

"Charles!"

The shout from Toni caused him to bolt back to his feet in fear.

"Stay here, Sweetie. I don't want him to see you yet. Not until we unveil the finished product, you know?"

She opened the door a crack and Mark shrank away.

*Unveil?*

The word made him queasy. It made him think of...

*... a bride...*

*... himself as a bride...*

He moaned under his breath softly, as his cock throbbed.

"Need something, Toni?"

His voice was just outside the door. Mark backed away as far as the little bathroom would allow.

"Can you get me a towel full of ice, please?"

"Sure thing. You two didn't hurt yourselves, did you?"

Toni laughed.

"We're fine. We just have to do a quick piercing."

Piercing?

Mark's eyes flew wide.

*No! Nonononono.*

"What are you piercing on her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! Grab the ice, will ya?"

"No prob. Be right back."

Toni shut the door. To Mark, the sound felt like the closing of a tomb.

"Have a seat, Buttercup. Don't worry about a thing. I've done this plenty of times."

She winked and stuck her tongue out and Mark's eyes boggled.

Her tongue had a bar through it.

*She's not going to... Oh, God!*

"My girlfriend LOVES this thing. Bet Tricia would too!"

"Girlfriend?" he heard Lacy say. Her voice was weak and confused.

"I told you, Strawberry. I go both ways. Weren't you paying attention?"

She laughed and winked again.

"Too busy thinking about the boys in there, huh?"

Lacy blushed from toe to tip. Suddenly, all she could think about was this very attractive woman french-kissing his wife. Toni's tattooed skin up against Tricia's creamy, white body. Viscous liquid dribbled languid to the ground from beneath her petticoats.

"Boy, they've got you dripping, sweetie. No wonder you're not wearing panties. You'd go through a dozen a day."

She laughed and winked at Lacy again.

"Too bad that you go that way though. You're a lesbian wet-dream."

Lacy goggled at her. There were no words. The whole conversation just felt surreal and she could not figure out what to say. The silence felt like an eternity, but only lasted a second before it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Here's your ice," Mr. Goodwin said from behind the door. Toni cracked it open just enough to get the zip-lock bag. "Do you two need any help in there?"

Toni shut the door quickly.

"Wait your turn, Charles." Toni said, her voice taking on a mock confrontational tone, "I get at least a few more minutes with our little nympho before I turn her over to you."

Lacy was shaking her head.

*Turn me over????*

They all had the entirely wrong idea about her.

*I'm not like that at all.*

*I'm not?*

Toni pressed against her. Her hand sliding around Lacy's exposed member.

"Besides, we're having fun in here. Isn't that right, Lacy?"

Her hand twisted, collecting the slick liquid coming out of Lacy and did a quick stroke up and down her exposed member. A whimpering moan filled the room.

"If you're going to put on a Lez show, you have to at least let us watch!" Mr. Goodwin's laugh behind the door had an undercurrent of hope in it. The laugh that came from Toni dashed that hope to the ground.

"Not on your life," she said, stroking Lacy again.

Lacy could not help it.

She moaned again.

"Oh, God... please..."

"Good girl," Toni whispered to her, "Moan a little louder. Make him imagine it!"

Her hand sped up, twisting and turning.

Lacy moaned, helplessly.

"No fair." Mr. Goodwin laughed again.

Toni stepped away and winked at Lacy again.

"That'll get him as revved up as you are. Guys love lesbians."

She grabbed the lip lining brush from the counter and motioned to the toilet seat.

"Sit down, Hot Stuff."

Lacy collapsed in a heap of frustrated horniness. She had just been...

... touched...

... taken advantage of...

... stroked...

... by this woman...

*Does Tricia know what this woman was capable of?*

*Does she know first hand?*

That image was there again. The two of them kissing in front of him.

Lacy's eyes were unfocused and she did not realize what the woman was doing until the brush was being applied to her lips.

".... no..."

"Shhh," Toni said, dipping the brush back into the gooey liquid in the palm of her hand, "Trust me. This'll make you feel sexy."

The brush dashed across her upper lip, glossing the shiny strawberry color with a clear coat of Lacy's own cum.

She tried to shake her head, but Toni grabbed her chin with a firm hand and finished the coat.

"Stick out your tongue."

Lacy's eyes went wide.

*Oh, God... she's going to pierce it... she's going to pierce my...*

As if in a dream, she felt her mouth open and her tongue slowly extend out of her mouth. With a quick dab of the brush, Toni painted a 'T' on her tongue with the creamy liquid in her palm.

Lacy jerked back in distaste.

The slimy fluid was viscous enough that it adhered to her tongue even as she closed her mouth. Her face contorted from the taste and from the very idea. She hated that taste. Tricia would make her taste it sometimes too. Each and every time, she would grow nauseous from it.

"You don't like your own taste?" Toni said, her voice filled with incredulity. "If YOU don't like it yourself, how can you expect anyone else to like it?"

Slowly, Toni brought her palm up to her own mouth and licked it, her tongue stud tracing her palm like a fortune teller.

"You taste fine, Strawberry. Trust me." Toni laughed. "I have some experience in these things."

Lacy grimaced as she swallowed, the taste of cum filling her mouth now. She licked her lips and that only made it worse.

*... I have cum on my lips...*

*... cum in my mouth...*

"Well come here, Princess. Let's get this over with."

With no warning, the whole side of Lacy's face went cold. Toni held the icepack against her ear, while holding her head in place with her other hand. Lacy struggled to get away.

"... please... Miss Toni... I don't want this."

"Don't be scared, Lacy. You'll barely feel a thing."

Eight Months Ago - Saturday, 7:36 PM

Mark was hurriedly looking for pants as Tricia burst into the room.

"What the fuck, Mark?"

He stopped scrounging and turned to face her.

"What?"

"I asked you to make dinner!"

He sighed.

"I know. I'm really sorry. I meant to..."

"Meant to?"

"Yeah... I just..."

"You know what? Fine. That's just... just... fine..."

She left the room, slamming the door. A whirlwind that was gone as suddenly as it arrived.

He was left standing there.

Half-dressed.

Alone.

He stood there in his frilly panties and overly tight t-shirt, completely filled with self loathing. His own selfishness overwhelmed him. Tricia had gone to work all day. And he...

... slept all day...

... doing nothing...

... useless...

... all day...

He wanted to cry for disappointing her.

She had even tried to role-play the dress up game with him and he had ruined that too. Odds were she would never want anything to do with it again.

He found his pants and put them on, uncomfortably aware of how his smooth legs still felt sensitive inside the rough material.

With a heavy heart, he left the room and went to go find his wife.

Today - Sunday, 7:18 PM

It did not hurt.

Well, it did not hurt much.

She could feel the little studded earrings in her ears. In BOTH of her ears. These were not clip ons. These were REAL earrings.

*In MY ears...*

She turned her head, her hair swishing around her neck, and the weird weight of the studs on her lobes caused her to wince. They were not heavy. But they were there.

*... one more kind of bondage...*

"Now, you'll need to wear studs in them for a few weeks and make sure to keep disinfecting them..." Toni was saying. Lacy barely listened.

*... earrings...*

*... I have pierced ears...*

"... sure about not getting a tongue stud?"

Lacy's eyes flew open, her head shaking as rapidly as she could.

Toni laughed and caressed her cheek.

"The guys would LOVE it. The girls too."

Lacy shook her head again, just as frantically.

"Ok, maybe next time."

*Next time? What does she mean... next time?*

"All right, Princess... a little more powder and then I think it's time for your big unveiling."

With no warning, powder assaulted her face and Lacy coughed as she inhaled some of it.

"You just stay right here while I assemble the guys."

*Assemble the guys? No... no... what was she...*

Toni was already out the door, shutting it behind her.

Lacy scurried after her. If she could get upstairs...

*... maybe hide in the linen closet...*

*... I could...*

*... what?*

She stopped herself, keeping the bathroom door firmly shut.

The memory of Mr. Goodwin's hand on her ass...

*... he spread my ass apart as if he wanted to...*

The memory of Mr. Ryan's hand grabbing her neck and forcing her to keep her face against his leg...

... on my knees in front of him as if I were going to...

These men were scary. They were already treating her like some slutty, porn-star.

... if I hide...

She turned away from the door, tears once again threatening to run down her cheeks. She waved at her eyes to keep them dry and stopped in horror. There was a girl looking at her in the mirror.

... not just any girl...

... Lacy...

... her...

... me...

... and she looked...

... amazing!

Her pencil thin brows raised even higher in surprise. Her eyes seemed huge, emphasized by light eye-shadow and deep eye liner. Her mouth was a voluptuous, strawberry invitation that looked ready to be devoured.

As the girl shook her head, the little cock between her legs stood out. The last indication of maleness, already aroused, engorged further and dripped a long, slow drop down to the tile floor.

Even with the protrusion, the girl in the mirror was a stunning, feminine beauty.

... she looks like a model...

... oh, God! I look like a model!

The girl in the mirror tilted her head as if trying to figure out what she was looking at.

... I can't look THIS good...

... I'm not supposed to look THIS good...

... this is supposed to be a game...

... a stupid, silly, once-in-a-while game!

Yet the girl in the mirror, dressed in her sexy, maid uniform, was the most erotic thing Mark had ever seen.

Her little maid cap kept most of her chestnut hair swept up, out of her face. It flowed down the sides and back of her neck framing a perfectly feminine face.

*I look like I'm barely legal! How did she make me look this young?*

The high-necked collar of the uniform hid any trace of masculinity from the girl's neck. Her impossibly small waist, contrasted by the seemingly large hips that the petticoats emphasized, made her the pinnacle of feminine perfection with an exaggerated hourglass shape.

The girl in the mirror seemed to have a hard time closing her mouth.

*... perfect mouth and eyes...*

*... that drive boys wild...*

The door opening caused her to gasp a shriek of surprise. She stepped away from the mirror embarrassed.

Toni looked at her with amusement.

"A little nervous about your debut?"

Lacy stared at her, unable to form words. She realized her head was nodding.

"Come here."

The woman's voice brooked no argument. Lacy clicked her way over to her.

"You," Toni said, positioning her in front of the door and standing behind her, "... are one sexy bitch."

Arms encircled Lacy's corseted waist. Toni pressed up against her from behind and Lacy whimpered. Even this woman was treating her like a sex toy. The mental picture of Tricia kissing this woman became an image of Lacy kissing them both.

... the Lacy from the mirror...

... the impossibly sexy Lacy that now seemed to exist...

The hands on her waist slid around to her stomach.

"You step out of this door and there isn't a cock in the world that doesn't spring to attention. You hear me?"

Lacy shook her head.

... no! That's not what...

Toni's hands moved upwards, cupping the tiny mounds that the corset formed.

"Every thing you do is gonna make them drool and every move you make is going to drive them wild."

Her hands moved south now, downwards past Lacy's hips and under the petticoats.

"And don't you worry about this little thing..." she said, whispering into Lacy's ear. Her hands encircled the small, but very hard, throbbing member. "They know what you've got down here and as tiny as it is, it just makes you even sexier."

Her hands moved.

... rubbing...... stroking...

The maid squirmed, trying to get away from the woman, but the encircled arms made it awkward to even move.

"So, you don't have to worry about a thing, Lacy."

The hands were stroking faster causing her to moan involuntarily. She was so close to cumming. Mark tried to spring forward and stop it, but Lacy pushed him back.

*I want this!*

*I NEED this!*

"You don't have to worry about a thing... except..."

*No! Don't cum.*

*Oh, God, I'm so close.*

*NO!*

"... except giving them exactly what they want."

*Oh! God, I'm almost there. I'm just about to...*

On the brink of orgasm, Toni's hands released. Liquid began to erupt. It was not a full fledged orgasm. That was held back by the lack of motion and Mark's distant effort to push against the tide.

She did erupt, though.

What squirted out of her was more than just pre-cum. As she throbbed, feeling liquid shoot out, Toni yanked the door open. With a shove, she urged the squirting maid out into the hallway. She staggered, feeling another jet of liquid come out of her.

There was a round of applause as the eruption gave one final burst and then oozed to the floor of the hallway.