Maid Games, Pt 15

Maid Games, Pt 15

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

By ChangeYourPassword ------------------- Ms. Kendra Grey

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.

The following week at work was easier. The surprise had worn off and most of the folks around the office had come to terms with the new me.

I wore the navy-blue suit on Monday, and Emily was pleased with the way I looked.

"You're going to have to wear one of the other, new ones, tomorrow. I know they're more colorful, more feminine. Those colors will look great on you."

"I'll draw more attention to myself," I complained.

"Women like that. Looking pretty, drawing attention. That's one of the things you envied, wasn't it? Your fantasies..."

It took me a minute, but I finally admitted she was correct. Except now that I was a woman, mostly anyway, I didn't want the attention. Didn't feel the need.

++++++++++

I wore the Biege suit with a black blouse on Tuesday, and was working at my desk, when Rachael showed up. My door was open so she just walked in. She looked pleasant and seemed fine. Once again friendly and comfortable with me.

"How's it going? Any issues with the staff, or anyone else?"

"No. All's well. For most everyone I seem to be just one of the team. Like before."

"Good," she said and turned to leave. But she didn't. Instead, she closed my office door and then came back to stand frowning, hands on hips, staring at me.

"I still can't believe what a fool you are," she grumbled. Clearly, she hadn't wiped the whole Miranda incident from her thoughts. It still bothered her, a lot.

"I'm sorry. It was stupid. I know."

She shook her head, disgustedly. "With Miranda? For God's sake! How could you? Are you that horny?"

When I tried to explain, she cut me off. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I felt I had to say something. I didn't want her to stay angry with me. I realized I actually liked her. She'd always been friendly and supportive.

She paced for a second, grumbling and shaking her head sadly. "I really don't want to hear it. I'm just so disappointed in you Kendra."

She stopped and looked distastefully at the visitor's chair, before she shrugged and then collapsed down on it.

There she sat for a moment, calming herself, before she sighed and looked at me. "You do know that in the lunchroom you're still the number one topic among the women in this place."

"Still?" I asked, quietly, curiously. I was relieved that she'd moved on to a new topic.

"Yes, of course. There's loads of gossip. You're a unique and fascinating subject to a lot of them. An easy target, too."

I could picture it. I should have expected it.

"Please, don't give them anything more to talk about."

"I won't." I promised. I didn't need the grief.

She nodded and then looked at me speculatively for a moment, before moving on. "And watch out for Sylvia. She's got some weird sort of fascination with you. Calls you a Futa."

"Futa?"

"You know. Japanese cosplay, anime, that sort of thing. A cute girl with a cock."

"Oh, God..." I muttered.

Now that she had me totally cowed, she moved on to a different, and more frightening topic.

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

I thought for a moment, wondering what she wanted. A date? If that was it, I'd try and cooperate. She was a nice girl. "Um, no. Just go home and relax."

"Good. Then you can come over to my place for dinner and a chat."

"Huh?" I muttered, and then started to protest, but she cut me off.

"Relax, girlie. I'm not interested, but my sister is."

She paused to laugh at my expression. "She's working on her Psychology Doctorate. Doing her thesis on 'Irregular Sexual Practices', and when I mentioned you, she got very interested. She wants to interview you. Figure out what makes you tick."

"Rachael, I can't do that." I protested.

"Of course you can. And you will. Remember you owe me."

I did. But she couldn't force me to do anything outside the office. But still, I didn't want to piss her off.

I sighed, surrendering. "Okay, no names or photos in her document, right?"

She nodded. "No mention of Kendra or Kenny."

Then she handed me a slip of paper. "Here's my apartment's address. In traffic it should take around forty-five minutes. Be there by six. I'll call Monica and tell her that we'll be three for dinner. She'll be delighted."

Then she got up, turned and walked out, leaving the door open.

Damn!

I spent much of the rest of the day preparing my script for the interview.

Of course, I couldn't mention Emily, and I'd avoid Miranda too, even though Rachael already knew a little about that relationship.

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

It took me longer than expected to find Rachael's apartment building. It was 6:15 when I rang the buzzer and Rachael let me in.

She'd been home long enough to have changed into Jeans and T-shirt. She looked casual, but good like that.

Monica was also casually dressed, and looked about three years older than her sister. She greeted me with a hug, and thanked me for coming and talking to her.

"I went back to school, and have been working on my doctorate for two years now. Almost finished. Just need to complete my thesis. Your data will almost finish it for me," she explained.

"Let's eat. Then you two can talk," Rachael interrupted. "Come, sit." And she directed me into their dining area, just off the kitchen.

They'd prepared a lasagna dish, with a salad and toasted garlic bread. Smelled wonderful, and tasted great.

While we ate, we chatted, casually like three friends about our backgrounds. I got the impression though, that Monica was already gathering data on me.

She had moved in with her sister to save money while she was in school, having dumped her long-term boyfriend and decided to change her life. She seemed intelligent and friendly, and easy to talk to.

Finished eating, Rachael and I cleared the table while Monica brought out her laptop, a recorder and a notepad.

Then I sat down with her and started answering questions.

Monica was a very good interviewer, more like interrogator = probing and persistent.

She slowly and carefully plied me with inquiries and very deliberately drew me out, almost forcing me to confess all the details of my transformation and share my thoughts and feelings.

Rachael had settled into the living room. I was certain she could hear our conversation. I wasn't crazy about that. She already knew too much about me. And in her position with the company, she had every opportunity to ruin me.

Monica eventually delved into my relationships, by that point she knew I had a lover. A girlfriend. And that I wasn't gay. As planned, I described Winter. She was, after all, my pretend girlfriend.

I used terms like, pretty, strong, businesswoman, and explained that she enjoyed my feminine self, more than my old male version.

"I'd love to talk to her," Monica said, contemplatively.

"I doubt if she'll agree."

She nodded. "I understand."

She then moved onto my mention of playing the French maid. The game that I mentioned as having started it all. She wanted more details.

She laughed when I mentioned Yvette, and I thought I heard Rachael in the other room giggle as well.

"I remember her," Monica said. "Very sexy. So, she motivated you?"

"Well, sort of. I imagined myself performing as her. A gorgeous maid, performing mindless chores, lusted after."

That led her to really delve into my feelings, fantasies and fetishes. And now more comfortable with her, and the confession process, I provided the explanations she was looking for.

When I came back from taking a potty-break.

I got the impression that Monica was happy with the information had provided, she had taken copious notes, and along with the questions, she had given me lots of encouragement.

Oddly enough, the more I talked, the more relaxed, and as I formed my answers, I was surprised when I realized I had even started to gain a better understanding of who I really am. It became an eye-opening and educational experience for me.

I grasped that I saw women as the more powerful gender. The way they could manipulate, even own, the males of the world. How their ability to enhance their looks, make themselves more desirable, assisted in the power exchange. Hence my envy, and my desire to emulate them.

But I personally wasn't strong. I was happier as a subservient and sexy working girl.

And when Monica's relentless prying began focusing on my chastity games, I came to understand how the denial was a symptom of a submissive nature, not a powerful one. A desire to surrender control of my sex life.

I saw that the combination of my sexual fetishes and personality traits led me to where I am.

And my newfound impression of myself seemed to confirm that Emily had been correct. I was meant to be happy as a girl.

Almost three hours later, with Monica satisfied, Rachael ushered me out the door.

"See you in the office, and Kendra. There's no need for either of us to ever mention this visit. Right?"

"Agreed," I replied happy to forget the session, but not the realizations I had come to.

I drove home believing the session had actually been cathartic. Feeling good about myself and my life.

At home, mentally exhausted, but feeling better about myself and my future than ever before, I stripped off my suit and threw on a cami. pink of course, purchased for me by Emily.

Then I relaxed for a while before moving into the bedroom, content and happy with my life, and my love.

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

On Tuesday evening of the following week, after a long day, I got off the elevator, walked to my car, and was opening the door, when Rachael called to me, from the next aisle over.

"Wait, I'd like to talk to you," she called.

"Sure, what do you need?" I said as I dumped my case onto the passenger's seat.

She trotted between the parked cars, and arrived just as I stood back up.

I was trapped by the car's door, so when she came right up close, I had nowhere to go.

She giggled as she placed a hand on my chest.

I looked around, nervously, I didn't like the contact. It seemed a little too friendly. I was relieved when there wasn't anyone in sight. No sound of anyone, either.

"I've been thinking about you ever since your talk with Monica. Are you really locked into a chastity cage?"

I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to talk about it with her.

"Come on, you told my sister you were."

She crowded even closer and rested her other hand on my hip.

I sighed. "Yes."

She smiled, happily. "And it makes you horny? And your girlfriend likes the way it makes you more compliant?"

"Rachael. That's very private."

"Answer me," she demanded, now sounding cross. Not so playful.

"Yes."

She giggled again. "Cool, I want to feel."

"What?"

"I just want to feel you in your tiny cage. No big deal. Don't move." And she slipped both her hands down, between our bodies to cup my crotch, through my skirt.

I stood stock still, and just let it happen. I supposed it wasn't that big a deal. Unless she wanted to take it further. Then, I'd really have an issue to deal with.

"I can feel it, but not very well," she said, disappointed.

"I'm wearing a pair of those Spanks, panties, to hide the profile."

"Ah," she said with a chuckle, as she removed her hand and stepped back, a little. "That's probably a good move. Don't want to show a bulge. But I wanted to really feel the little guy in his cage."

She took another step back, when we heard footsteps somewhere else in the parking structure.

Then she giggled. "For some reason, I find the whole idea fascinating. A very horny guy, denied release. The power your girlfriend has over you. I think I'd like that."

Then she stepped back close, leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning away. But she only took a couple steps, before stopping and turning back. "I'm going to have to search for a man like you."

Then with a wave she left me standing there dumbfounded.

That night, I called Emily at home and described the encounter.

After I described the meeting, she was shocked, and upset, too.

"I'm afraid that girl has a crush on you."

That worried me. Would she continue pursuing me?

When I mentioned that concern. Emily chuckled. "She's cute. I'd consider inviting her to join us some evening when Winter isn't available."

"What?"

Emily laughed. "Just kidding. I don't need the competition. And she can't find out about us, anyway."

"Of course, you could invite her back to your place."

"No. I love you."

"But you've slept with Winter, and Miranda before her. Damn, you're a slut."

"You know about them," I replied defensively.

She laughed. "And I'd know about Rachael.

"By the way, how did she figure it out?" she then asked.

I hadn't told her about the interview with Monica. I had planned to keep that a secret. It had turned out to be a valuable and eye-opening experience, bit not something I wanted to share, even with Emily.

But I was stuck. So, I proceeded to tell the tale of the dinner with the psychologist.

After she'd verified that there'd been no mention of her, Emily had no complaints and so no major issues with my interview.

"As long as Rachael continues to keep your secret. And doesn't try and jump your bones to play with your cage."

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

During the next several weeks, things settled down even more at work. I returned to being just another valuable member of the crew. The department ran smoothly and successfully under Emily's leadership. And my team contributed as it should.

And there was no more contact with Rachael. I prayed; she'd satisfied her curiosity and would leave me alone.

So apart from that worry, things were going well in the office.

And I happily spent my weekends with Emily, loving each other. She was so very happy with my progress, and my shift to full time. And I was content with it too.

Winter also made us happy, joining us for a night, or day and night, and those visits usually led to fun and enjoyable threesomes.

+++++++++++

On one of those Fridays, Winter joined us, and we went out for Thai, and then returned to Emily's for another threesome. They were such fun!

After we'd stripped and were crawling into bed, Winter giggled and checked my blue dyed cock. "I think that's becoming my favorite color."

I groaned.

"Oh, stop. You're not supposed to have a cock in the first place."

Emily giggled. "I'm glad she does, though."

"Me too," Winter replied. "You know. We could buy a dildo harness and she could wear that. It would look like she was wearing a strap-on cock, a blue one. Like real girls wear to screw each other."

She laughed and Emily joined in.

I groaned. "You're mean.

"Am not. We just love playing with you," Winter said.

I guess I was stuck with my silly blue prick from then on.

That night, Emily had ridden me to her orgasm. It was apparently her turn. They did tend to share me, one session to the next. I never complained. I got off, no matter whose pussy I filled.

After the sex, we collapsed on the mattress, enjoying the afterglow.

When Emily rolled off and grabbed my cage to start locking me away, I decided to try again. "Can't I go without the cage now? And the plug."

Emily paused.

"What?" Winter asked.

"I did tell her that once she was a full-time woman, she could switch to tucking and a gaff," Emily confirmed.

"I'm not sure I trust her," Winter said looking at me skeptically.

"To not masturbate?"

"I wouldn't," I protested.

"You're a man, or you used to be, and all men whack off, every chance they get." Winter said, sounding bitchy.

"As a keyholder, I vote to keep that thing locked away," she continued.

Then, sitting up, she looked me in the eye. "When Dieter made me wear one of his chastity belts, he always demanded I earn my release. Pay a price for my freedom. When you've paid my price, I'll sign off on that change."

"What's your price?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Shit!

Emily shrugged. Apparently, she wasn't going to argue on my behalf. Perhaps she too liked keeping me caged and denied.

I gave up and just laid there as she locked my cage back in place.

Damn!

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

On another weekend Winter joined us on a shopping expedition. The three of us spent the entire day. Wandering stores. I actually started enjoying the experience, with the accompaniment of my two companions, anyway.

The buying spree became a particularly fun game for the two of them. "Like dressing Barbie," Winter said at one point, while giggling delightedly. I never considered myself a doll. But I decided I could get used to the idea...

As the season was changing, fall arriving, my two girls were particularly interested in boots, mainly for me. I didn't own any.

They both still insisted I wear the very high-heels all the time. When I complained, they shut me down.

"It's not to torture you," Emily said consolingly. "You're all girl, and they make your legs look fantastic."

"And your ass too." Winter added, chuckling. "And Barbie always wore heels. "

"I'm no Barbie doll," I whined.

"Oh, yes you are." She replied.

I wound up with two pairs of knee-high boots, both black and sleek. One with my typical tall spike heels, and the other with wedge heels. The latter pair would be more stable on wet or soft surfaces, but their heels were actually a little taller than my normal spikes.

They each bought a pair of boots as well, but their heels were nowhere near as tall as mine.

Emily also picked up several pairs of panty-hose, in darker shades, to go with her new boots. She didn't usually wear those things, or stockings either.

"They'll help keep me warmer, when I'm in a skirt," she explained.

"What about me? Can I pick up a few pairs?"

"Definitely not. You'll continue to wear your sexy stockings."

Winter nodded. "Pantyhose don't go with pretty corsets," she said.

"But my upper thighs are bare, and my skirts are short. They'll get cold," I protested.

Emily giggled. "Sorry, my love. But I like you sexy. Even if you're a little chilled."

"Me too." Winter added, with a laugh.

Later, in a lingerie department we paused to look at a few things.

"Emily, are you happy with the bras she wears? They don't seem very pretty to me. Kind of bland, utilitarian even." Winter commented as she looked at some pretty, lacy things on hangers.

"Not particularly. But she needs them to hold up her big breast forms."

"Ah."

"And all the weight is on her shoulders, so she needs the wider straps."

Emily was right. My breast forms were heavy. When I first started dressing in my maid's uniforms. The weight of the things was troublesome, when I was cleaning. But I accepted it as penance for playing a busty woman.

Now that I was full-time, I regretted that choice, but it was too late to do anything about it. All my clothes were sized for my sexy D-cups.

Finally, we started looking for dresses for me to wear during the colder months. At work, my business suits would be fine, except on dress-down Fridays. All of my dresses were all pretty light-weight.

Of course, the two of them were only interested in sexy, short skirted things for me.

Emily gravitated toward soft, fluffy knit sweater dresses. They appeared to be popular in several of the stores.

Of course, they were designed to be form fitting. Long sleaved, high necked, and of course short skirted.

Winter supported her on those choices, and they picked out several, a black, a pastel blue, a green and, naturally, a soft pink.

"I can't wear the pink one to work," I protested.

"You could. You'd be a big hit," Winter said, giggling.

But Emily agreed. "That's not for the office. That's for when you're out with me."

"Oh, okay." That could be fun.

"These look so cute on you. And they show off your shape so well," Winter said as I tried on and modeled yet another couple options.

"Yes, narrow waist and big chest," Emily agreed.

She ran her hand, sensually along my thigh and hip. Making me shiver. "Soft and cuddly."

When I looked at myself in the big mirror I thought I saw some creases underneath. "My corset is showing."

"That's fine, sexy too." Winter said, happily.

Then she reached up to brush at my neck. "That turtle-neck collar would hide your old slave collar. What ever happened to that?" she asked.

"I still have it," Emily answered.

"I miss that little dangly female charm. That was so perfect for her."

"I liked that too," Emily admitted. And I began worrying she might make me wear that thing again. But she didn't mention that possibility and our conversation moved on.

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

That Thursday Emily and I stayed in the office late, to prepare for an early Friday meeting with an important vendor. They had a product we needed, and wanted a ton of money for it.

"Kendra, tomorrow is 'casual Friday' isn't it?" she asked as we were finishing up.

The company had initiated a policy, to improve morale, where employees were allowed to dress down on Fridays. Casual attire was encouraged, as long as it wasn't too casual.

I hadn't made any change to my wardrobe. I wore a feminine suit every day. Nowadays I mixed in the new more colorful ones, along with my darker, more conservative versions. No one seemed to care.

"Tomorrow, I'm wearing a nice dress, and I'd like you to wear one too."

"Oh?"

She chuckled. "It might give us a little negotiating edge. You know how men are when they deal with pretty women."

"You're the pretty one."

She laughed. "So tomorrow, you'll be the sexy one."

Finished for the evening we drove to her place to share dinner, and get a head start on our weekend.

After dinner, she grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go pick something out for tomorrow, from the collection you keep here."

Amongst the dozen or so dresses that Emily had bought for me, and that she kept at her house, for me, there were several that were both sexy and suitable, barely, for wear in the office. Others were too casual, colorful, or revealing.

After she'd selected the sexiest one of th3em all, she had me take it home with me, and as she pushed me out the door, she ordered. "Tomorrow, you wear this, and make sure and flirt with the men, and even the women. I think that one sales-rep is gay."

I rolled my eyes and groaned.

Then she gave me a kiss, goodbye.

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

The next day, the big meeting went surprisingly well.

I did my best to act feminine, attractive, attentive, and interested in the three guys who we met with. There were also two women on their team, as well. And one of them did seem gay.

Of course, I was also knowledgeable and intelligent, the topics were in my area of expertise.

They did pay more attention to Emily, even though she was all business. She did look great.

I actually enjoyed watching the reactions of the men, and that one gay woman, as I did my best to flirt.

One of the men couldn't take his eyes off of my chest, and I caught another stare at my legs, when I crossed them, and inadvertently exposed my stocking tops.

I'd never really practiced being a flirt, but I'd seen other women in action. Occasionally in the past, with me, Kenny.

In the end we got a better price than we expected. Emily considered it a win for the company, and for me.

Later, though, when I met with Carla and Sylvia to review the project they were working on, both of them commented on how hot I looked in my outfit.

Sylvia in particular, was very complimentary. She just wouldn't give up.

That night Emily and I got together at her place and started off our weekend, celebrating.

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

The following weekend, on Saturday, Emily came along when Winter took me back to her friend the piercer, to get my ears checked and my rings installed in my ears.

I was worried. The place made me nervous.

We walked in together and straight over to Rose, Winter's friend. She seemed pleased to see us.

Winter introduced Emily and as the two said 'hello', Winter added, "Kendra actually belongs to Emily. I'm just their third wheel."

I didn't dispute that description. I did belong to Emily.

While her partner, took care of the other customers, Rose took us back to the treatment room.

I hesitated, anxiously, for a second before I settled into the chair. It probably wouldn't hurt, but I worried about how I'd look with all the new jewelry mounted in my ears.

While I sat there allowing Rose to remove the studs, examine the holes, swab them, and then insert the rings, Winter supervised and Emily watched.

She showed us the rings before inserting them. Winter had selected hinged-segment rings. They'd look completely round, no ball in the middle. I actually liked that idea; more delicate and feminine.

The 5cm ring in my lobe was already in place, so she put in the other three on each side. The four, then three and two cm diameter at the top.

But as I waited for her to complete the process, I heard Winter tell her friend to "use this."

I wasn't sure what she meant, I couldn't really see, and didn't want to move and screw something up. Hurt myself.

Rose took a few more minutes, revisiting each ring, before she declared everything complete, and handing me a mirror, so I could look.

As I examined first one side and then the other, Emily and Winter both raved about how pretty I looked with my new jewelry. I didn't argue. I thought so too. Although it all looked a little much, to me. And I could feel, just a little, the added weight, even though it wasn't all that heavy.

It would take some getting used to.

When I had seen enough, I handed the mirror back to Rose who took it and then turned to Winter. "We talked about more. Don't you think three more on each would look even better?"

"We did talk about that. Continuing the ladder up the side toward the top," Winter said, turning to Emily. "Wouldn't that look even better? Cute and very girly?"

I didn't like the idea. More? But I wasn't being consulted.

When I tried to speak, Winter reached over and pinched my lips, closed. It wasn't up to me, I guess.

Emily examined me while she thought about it.

Then instead of rejecting the idea like I hoped she would, she asked. "What would you put in them? More rings?"

"Yes, just continue up with the twos. We don't want it to get too heavy." Winter replied.

"Of course we'd have to start with studs, then put the rings in once the holes were sufficiently healed. Like we just did," Rose said.

As they discussed me, Winter had removed her fingers from my lips.

When I again tried to protest, they simply ignored me. Emily did lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek. "You're looking so pretty. I love your decorations."

And clearly Winter loved my piercings, as well. Of course, it was her thing.

Minutes later, not particularly pleased, I suffered through six more piercings, and then got another look. I was a little more comfortable with the rings, now, and they did look pretty, and now the new studs ran further up my ears, and looked okay, I guess.

Again, I reminded myself that I could always just let them close up, if I got tired of them.

I was ready to leave, but Winter had other ideas. Damn!

"Now I'd like one more," she said to Rose.

I groaned. "More? My ears are full."

"Nonsense. There are a dozen more locations and types of piercings for your ears," Rose replied.

"I wasn't thinking about her ears," Winter said. "Emily, what would you think of Kendra with a cute little septum ring?"

"What?" I asked. I'd heard the question and didn't like the idea at all. I had always been fascinated by girls with rings in their noses. I'd always imagined them as slave girls, and pictured them being led around on leashes.

A kinky fantasy, but not something I'd ever imagined for myself!

"Hush, I'm not asking you," Winter scolded. "It's Emily's call. I think you'd look darling with a septum ring. It would make you look even sexier and more feminine."

When I looked at Emily, I could tell she was actually interested. Shit!

I quickly started arguing against, and when Winter tried to pinch my lips again, I pushed her hand away. Drawing a dirty look.

She then leaned in and whispered, "that's your price.,"

That shut me up. "My price?"

"Yes, for getting rid of your cage. I'll turn over your key."

I looked at her incredulously, and she just smiled, wickedly. When I glanced over at Emily she shrugged and nodded, encouragingly.

I realized that Rose was listening in, but didn't really care. Winter would let me out of my cage. For good.

Even though I really wanted that, I still hated the idea of wearing a ring in my nose. "But a nose ring?"

"Yes." Winter replied.

I looked to Emily, hoping she'd intervein, but although she looked concerned, she didn't stop things. "It might look cute on you."

Winter chuckled. "There you go. I think it will look great. And sexy. A lot of girls wear nose rings."

"And you won't need to wear anything there at work," Emily added, making me feel a little better.

When I looked at Winter, after Emily's comment, she didn't seem to agree. Damn!

Resigned, I switched back to my reward. "And it will end my chastity?"

"Yes," Winter said, smiling. And Emily agreed.

With that promise confirmed, I sat back and allowed it.

I was pretty sure it would heal over, or be invisible, if I stopped wearing jewelry in it. And, more importantly, I'd be let out of my cage, and rid myself of the plug, too. That made it worth it.

I listened as Winter asked Rose to punch a hole, suitable for a 12-gauge ring, in my nose.

Damn! What a price to pay for my cock's freedom.

Of course, as expected, it hurt like hell! and my eyes watered and my nose bled. Emily and Winter each held a hand and consoled me, lovingly. That helped.

As soon as the pain eased, Rose returned to finish the process. Instead of a ring, she inserted a simple U-shaped piece of wire, about the thickness of a coat hanger, into the hole. "That 'retainer' can be worn until you're healed. It can be flipped up into your nostrils and hidden from view, or left pointing down, like it is now, she explained. Then she reached up and, even though I groaned from the new pain, flipped the thing around so it wouldn't show. "Now leave it like this until I tell you it's okay. Come back in two months."

"Two months?" I asked. That long?

"Yes. By then I should be able to replace your retainer with a real ring, or whatever."

After I'd used the restroom to rinse away my tears, and refresh my makeup we said our goodbyes and headed out. I didn't want to ever come back, but I knew I'd have to...

When we got home, I ducked into the bathroom to check out my decorations in the mirror. Emily, and Winter followed.

My nose still ached, and remained very tender to the touch, but nothing was visible. That was a relief, sort of.

The rings in my ears did look cute, if a little bit clunky to me.

When I tried to open one of them to see how they would come out, I found that I couldn't open the hinge. It was stuck. Or glued!

That's what Winter had been saying.

"Winter! Are these glued closed?"

She chuckled. "Yes, I don't want you taking them out. And don't you dare cut them!"

I looked at Emily, who shrugged and smiled. "They do look darling. I like them."

"And I love the way they look on you," Winter added.

I gave her a dirty look. I'd never expected her to take things this far.

Damn it all!

My inspection complete, the three of us moved into the living room, and settled in to watch a movie. The girls also continued to compliment me on how cute my ears looked, and talked about jewelry options for me, when my nose healed.

Winter, true to form, liked the idea of another solid ring, the bigger the better.

"I don't want to look like a cow!" I protested.

"Oh, please. Not that big." Winter replied, shaking her head.

"And I don't want to look like a slave."

"Not that big either," Emily assured me.

I accepted the promise from Emily. She wouldn't let Winter go too far. I hoped.

As they continued to discuss options for my decoration, I started dreaming of my freedom, focused on the promise of release from my cage, and ridding myself of the butt plug. I'd worn them for so long...

But the pair didn't seem to be in any hurry.

Eventually, hunger finally drove us into the kitchen where we prepared a late meal for ourselves.

While we ate, the girls discussed my ears, how pleased they were with my rings, and how they were looking forward to adding the new ones.

Winter went off describing how dangly charms or chains could be added to the rings, but Emily wasn't particularly interested.

I wasn't either.

After we ate and cleaned up, it was Emily who got me excited when she suggested we move to the bedroom for playtime.

"And we can remove your cage. Once and for all," she added.

That was thrilling!

Winter saw my reaction and chuckled. "As keyholder, I reserve the right to demand a reinstallation, if she misbehaves. I'm still worried about masturbation. After all, Kenny admitted to abusing himself regularly when he was playing his maid games."

"Good point," Emily agreed. "And I agree. If we ever catch you whacking off, like some filthy pig, the cage will go back on."

She seemed serious.

I sighed. "Deal."

But how would they ever know what I did in the privacy of my own house?

In the bedroom. Emily took charge. "Let's get you out of that cage," she said, sounding almost as happy as I felt.

"Yes, she's earned it," Winter confirmed.

Emily led me into the bathroom. "We'll do it in here; the plug will be messy."

Yes! I'd be rid of that thing too. I just hoped my sphincter would function properly and close my ass hole up.

Winter stood in the door with an amused look on her face, as Emily unlocked me, removed the cage and then allowed me to maneuver the ring off from behind my balls. Finally, I was able to pull out the plug, and dump the thing in the sink.

"Gross," Winter muttered.

"Okay lover. Clean yourself up and meet us in the bed," Emily told me as she turned and ushered Winter out of the room.

I hurriedly washed myself, as my cock started growing in anticipation of the fun to come, and headed into the bedroom.

For that celebration, perhaps as a form of reward, both girls focused solely on me. No complaints...

For a change, I just laid back and concentrated on thoroughly enjoying the feelings. No concern over my partners' pleasure.

The two of them kissed and caressed me, before giggling like schoolgirls, they both worked their way down my body, past my fake breasts and my corset, until they were laying on their sides, one head on each hip.

It was a glorious sight. Especially when, still laughing they both propped themselves up on an elbow and then leaned in to begin kissing and licking my cock from their respective side.

All I could see was their hair. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were kissing each other. But my prick told a different story.

It wasn't like they'd never seen my cock before, or sucked on it, but they'd never worked on it together, like this. And in the past, the ring and the plug had always been in place.

In minutes I was ready to explode, and when I muttered "close," they both backed away.

"Don't stop!"

"Don't you go off, girly. Too soon." Winter said, sounding happy.

"Yes. You need a bigger party," Emily added.

I groaned, as they giggled and began shifting around, and pulling my legs apart. And then they both crawled over to lay in between. My legs wound up spread wide with the pair in between. And they kept pushing them wider apart, until I begged them to stop. "They won't go any farther!"

Then I felt them go after my balls. Fingering, then kissing and then sucking.

I wasn't sure how they did it, but I was fairly certain that each girl had a ball in her mouth.

When I looked down, my cock was standing there with a girl's forehead on either side. Their lower faces were buried below.

The sight was enough to drive me over the edge. Almost anyway.

The pressure on my balls was intense, and even a little painful. The poor things were being pulled apart, stretching my sack, driving me crazy!

When I tried to push them away one of them grunted, and bit me!

"Shit!" I cried out as I jumped. But I got the message. I had to lie there and take it.

I jumped again when I felt a finger poking at my ass hole. But it moved away quickly.

And then I felt someone move off. "She's yours. You'd better take her before she totally loses it," Winter said.

Emily chuckled. "Okay, if I must."

She and Winter both again shifted, climbing over my legs, and pushing them back together. That was a relief, my groin was aching from being spread so.

When I felt Emily straddle me, I was relieved and excited. My orgasm would be here soon.

And when she lowered her warm pussy down onto my wet cock, it felt wonderful. She took it slowly, building up the lubrication. My cock was wet, but her pussy apparently needed a bit more stimulation.

While Emily was mounting me, Winter sprawled up beside me and when I turned my head in her direction she kissed me.

Again, it was something that they did often. One fucked me while the other kissed.

I loved it, even though it confused me. I wondered what Emily thought of that level of sharing.

Clearly, she was okay with it. And she often kissed Winter, herself.

Damn I was one lucky guy, or girl. Mostly girl these days.

When Emily told me, "Kendra, don't hold back. Just go for it. Don't worry about me," I almost did let go. But I loved her too much to not at least try and share the pleasure with her.

In the end though, after all that foreplay, I just lost control and let my cum flow.

She chuckled; feeling the warmth, I guess.

I don't know if she orgasmed, or not. But she didn't complain.

Afterwards we cleaned up and climbed back into the bed. I was feeling happy and content. Pleased I'd be rid of the cage and plug.

The three of us cuddled for a while and then just drifted off.

Sleeping for the first time in ages, many months, I dozed off fully naked. No cage, no plug. Strange feeling, but wonderful.

I did wake up several times having trouble resting my head on the pillow, or a girl. The rings in my ears felt odd, and pressed into my head. Eventually though that too passed.

In the morning, I simply wore a pair of panties, like my two lovers. They felt comfortably luxurious; wonderful.

After breakfast though, Emily sent me back to my place for a gaff. "You still have the ones from our Vegas trip, right?"

"Well, you're breaking the rules, walking around with neither your cage nor properly tucked. So, before you do anything else, you need to run home and put on a pair. Then come right back."

I moaned, but didn't argue.

It took me a while to get cleaned up, dressed and made up, and when I came out of the back, Winter had slipped out; gone back to her place.

I gave Emily a quick kiss and ran out to perform my errand.

Inside my condo, I took the time to pull on one of my old gaffs, tucking my cock back between my legs. A far better situation than having it locked in a cage.

Back at Emily's, I found her sitting in front of her computer, shopping. I sat down beside her and we, mostly she, ordered a dozen new gaffs. They'd be here in a couple days and then I'd be set from then on.

Most of the ones ordered were flesh colored, inconspicuous, but there was also a black, a red and a couple pink versions.

"Do I wear panties over them?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. If you went commando, and flashed some stud, he wouldn't see pussy."

She laughed. "He'd get very confused, seeing nothing."

"I'll never flash a guy," I said, indignantly.

"Or girl then..."

I grumbled.

"And remember the rules. You will always wear a gaff and keep my blue cock tucked back between your legs."

"I promise." I replied, solemnly.

"Unless I remove it." She added with a giggle.

"Or Winter."

She nodded. "Or to take a shower or bubble bath. And then, you'd better not whack off."

"Yes ma'am."

"Fail me, and the cage goes back on. Understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good.

"Now let's go grocery shopping. My cupboards are almost bare."

+++++++++++

It took me a while to settle in to my new arrangement. It was weird how my cock seemed to miss the confinement. My balls were really confused. They had been used to being squeezed and pushed out by the cage's base ring. Now they were pushed up into my body to make room for my tucked back cock.

And although my prick could now get hard, its position made that difficult and again painful. The gaffs Emily insisted upon were stiff thongs designed to hold my cock firmly pointed backwards.

I was relieved that there were no problems with my asshole. No leakage. No need for diapers. Thank God.

Despite the many months where I had to spend all my days plugged. Apparently, no damage had been done to my ass hole. My sphincter closed as it was supposed to.

And dressing was more fun. I didn't have to wear the spanks panties to hide my cage anymore. So, I could wear pretty undies over my tight skin-colored gaff. My crotch really did look like a girl's, nice and flat.

At work, no one noticed any difference. But I certainly did. As soon as my cock got used to being held back between my legs, I felt much better. Freer.

And only a couple of times, on lonely weeknights, was I tempted to take advantage of my cock's freedom. But I always remembered Emily's rules and Winter's admonitions.

I have to admit, though, that I did miss the enforced denial fetish I had learned to love.

The folks at work did notice my new ear decorations. Several of the women saw right away, and complimented me, including Sylvia and Rachael who both commented on how attractive the arrangement looked.

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

Another month passed, and I was happy and content, as was Emily.

She and I spent our weekdays in the office and our weekends together, and only four nights a week, did I sleep alone in my own bed.

And on the weekends, Winter continued joining us, adding spice to our love lives.

She still hadn't found a lover, either male or female. I wasn't sure which she'd prefer, and when I mentioned it to Emily, she wasn't sure either.

Winter certainly seemed happy when she was with us.

We three were lying in bed, one Saturday afternoon, relaxing after a particularly energetic session of three-way sex. It was kind of unusual. Oddly enough, it was the first time we'd actually screwed in the middle of the day.

Winter had joined us for lunch, and it seemed like all three of us were in the mood. One thing led to another.

Emily had taken up a position where her head was resting on Winter's belly, and she was gently caressing our girlfriend's mound. "I do love your tattoos. They turn me on so."

"I like them too. They make me unique. All my partners adore them," Winter said, dreamily.

Then she stirred and lifted her head to look down at Emily. "If you like them, you should get some of your own."

She reached down to lovingly run her fingers through Emily's hair. "In fact, you and Kendra could get matching sets."

Listening to them, I felt a stirring in my cock, even though it had just been well used and emptied. I adored Winter's tattoos as well, but I'd never considered tattooing my body.

The image of Emily with some intimate body decoration was a huge turn-on.

And she seemed to be seriously considering Winter's suggestion.

After a moment, she sighed. "I don't know. I've thought about it in the past. Getting a pretty little tattoo, somewhere discrete. Just for me. But nothing as large, or, um, intimate as yours."

"Oh, come on. You'll love it. Something pretty and sexy," Winter coaxed. "We can make it small and private. Just like with me, only your lovers will ever see."

I didn't say anything. I was enamored with the idea of Emily with decorated pussy. The thought of a tattoo of my own, was neither frightening, nor interesting. If Emily wanted to decorate my body, at that point, I didn't really care.

"How about this?" Winter said, excitedly. "It'll be my treat. I'll arrange it all and pay for it, too. For you and for Kendra. Matching marks."

"Oh, Winter..." Emily whined.

"I guarantee you'll be pleased. And Kendra won't mind, will you, girl?"

"Well..." I muttered. I didn't want to commit, if Emily wasn't comfortable with the idea.

"You'll agree if Emily does, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. It'll be my present to the two of you for being such wonderful friends. And lovers."

She ruffled Amily's hair, and twisted to give me a kiss.

Clearly, she was excited.

"I'll work out the design and make the arrangements. My artist is wonderful. I'm sure she'll be delighted to work on a pairing."

Emily moaned, undecided, and then crawled up to lay next to Winter. All three of us shared the pillow, our heads side-by-side and close.

She still hadn't agreed.

Winter twisted that way and kissed her.

"You'll love it, I promise. Please let me give you this."

Emily sighed. "Okay."

Winter giggled, happily, and kissed Emily again. "Great!"

"It'll take me a while to get it all set up. I'll call you. Hopefully we can do it some evening, after work, later this week."

I lifted my head to look over at Emily. She was smiling, weakly. Probably not convinced it was a great idea, but willing to go along.

After Winter had left us, Emily and I discussed the idea, without coming to a definite decision. We both found Winter's ink pretty, exotic and erotic. Very arousing when we were in bed with her.

And, of course, she was proud of how she looked.

We agreed that markings like hers could be kept secret, from most everyone except perhaps a doctor.

"It's not like you'll ever go see a gynecologist or an obstetrician," Emily had said, laughing.

I chuckled. I was though, worried about seeing a doctor. Even a GP. I'd have to explain my clothes and lifestyle.

I knew I'd have to deal with it someday, for some reason. But hopefully, no time soon.

We did like the idea of matching tattoos. We were a pair, and intended to stay that way forever. Why shouldn't we share the same inked images?

We both remained nervous, though. We knew it would hurt. And unlike my piercings, which could be left to heal over. Tattoos would be, for the most part, permanent.

It would be embarrassing enough getting a tattoo like Winter's, let alone having one there, removed.

On Thursday, after lunch, Emily and I both got text messages from Winter. 'Tonight at 7, I'll drive.'

Just before leaving the office, I stuck my head into Emily's office. "We can always refuse, if we don't like the design."

"Yes. But it will be difficult to turn her down."

"True."

Neither of us ever had much luck refusing Winter, anything.

I drove straight over to Emily's building and we had a quick dinner, while we waited, nervously for Winter.

She was excited and enthusiastic when she picked us up and drove us to her favorite tattoo studio. I was relieved that the place looked more like a beauty parlor or a clinic, than a biker or metal-head hangout.

And when she introduced us to her friend Bonnie, the tattoo artist, I could tell that Emily was relieved, just like me.

The woman was friendly and nicely dressed, and covered in tasteful tattoos. All pretty. Nothing grotesque. No skulls, devils or fire. Mostly flowers, fish and fuzzy animals.

Having worked it all out with Winter the night before, she had stencils ready for our approval.

And we were impressed by them too. The images she showed us were of daisies. White petals with golden yellow centers, thin outlines. With narrow green stems, intertwined in the background.

They would form delicate, pastel flower arches over Emily's pussy, and the base of my cock. Around four inches wide and an inch tall.

They looked cute and feminine, and would call attention to our sex.

Both Winter and Bonnie thought they'd be perfect; look wonderful on us. And I could tell that although she remained a little nervous, Emily liked what she saw, and I happily pictured the inkings in place on her crotch, and on mine.

I had to admit; it looked good to me. But it bothered me too. It would be yet another step in my total feminization.

I had enjoyed most everything along those lines. But I wondered if it would ever stop. How much further could it go. I wasn't about to trade my cock for a cunt. Never!

But a pretty tattoo, that nobody else would see would be okay.

And on Emily it would look wonderful, I was certain of that.

We looked at each other for a final confirmation and then agreed to go through with it.

I wasn't happy when all three of them selected me to go first.

Embarrassing. I just slid off my panties, and then just pulled my gaff down to expose the area above my cock.

Bonnie was fine with that. She cleaned my skin, then stuck the stencil in place.

It ran from the creases of my thighs, in a rainbow arch over the base of my cock. It was difficult to see from my angle. But Emily assured me it was perfect and pretty.

Of course, it hurt. Emily held my hand while I submitted to the constant pricks. After a while though, the pain lessened.

It took hours, but eventually I was declared complete. That was a relief.

After some discussion Bonnie agreed to continue on and do Emily that night.

Her stencil, ran across her mound; arched over the top of her pussy. I loved how it looked on her, and my cock swelled, but the gaff kept it in place.

We didn't get home until after midnight, with both of us sore, and our crotches covered by plastic-wrap bandaging.

"Keep these on for a day, then remove and gently wash, then recover with these, for another five days. After that you should be good," Bonnie had told us, as she was finishing up.

On the way home, we agreed that tomorrow we'd both call in sick.

We hoped that everyone would see our absences as a coincidence. We'd been careful since the beginning. We could afford no exposure.

It took us most of the week to recover to the point where we were no longer sore to the touch.

After that, Sex was even more fun and colorful, especially when we kept the lights on.

And when Winter joined us, we made a pretty little garden scene.

I adored the way the lovely tattoo accentuated Emily's sex, as if I didn't love it before.

She continually complimented me on how delicately feminine it made my crotch look, especially when my prick was hidden back between my legs.

That pleased me, and I agreed with her verdict, but there were times when I considered it a little much, especially when my cock was standing hard, tall and manly.

+++++++++++

Emily and I were lying in bed, after making love, one Sunday night, although we weren't quite ready for sleep yet.

"I think it's time you moved in," she said, kind of casually, although it was a huge event for me.

"Move in?" I stuttered.

"Yes, silly. We're a perfect pair, aren't we?"

I chuckled. "Absolutely." And I leaned in to give her a kiss. Which turned into a hug and a long passionate one.

When it finally ended, we did have to breathe, I stood back and smiled excitedly. "If, you're sure."

She laughed. "Absolutely."

I rolled on top of her and we resumed happily kissing.

Some twenty minutes later she nudged me off.

"Keep your place, just in case," she suggested. "Once we're comfortable, you can either lease it out or sell it."

I kissed her, again. "I'm certain," I replied confidently. I couldn't imagine ever parting from her.

She chuckled. "Me too, but be smart about this. Something could go wrong, and you'd need a place to live."

The next weekend we packed me up and moved me in, all of my male clothes stayed behind, in my old condo. Winter helped, along with a couple of her friends.

She took charge of my closets. "You'll never be back, and you'll never need any of the clothes in there," she declared as she pointed to my male wardrobe. Every bit of it was left behind.

I understood, but it was still difficult.

It wasn't difficult to take up full-time residence in Emily's home. In stead of sleeping three nights in her bed, I spent seven. We both enjoyed it.

Each workday morning, we drove into work in our separate cars, just as we did before. The company couldn't know.

And each evening we arrived home to share dinner, and the bed.

The full-time arrangement worked. There were only a few personal foibles that had to be worked out. But nothing serious, and the solutions were easy and sometimes entertaining.

Happy times.

+++++++++++

A couple weeks later, I was sound asleep when the sounds woke me, and I quickly realized it was my phone, on the night stand beside my head.

My first thought was, 'oh shit, something failed at work!'

Emily stirred and opened her eyes foggily. "What?" she muttered.

"Don't know," I replied as I grabbed the thing and tried to read the caller info.

It wasn't the office.

"Not work." I told her, relieved.

Looking more closely, I realized it was the Fire Department. Huh?

Confused, I didn't answer it. When the phone stopped making noise I set it back down.

Probably some fraudulent solicitation, Screw them!

I put the phone down and laid back down.

But I couldn't leave it alone. Why would they call at this hour? Was the building on fire?

A little panicky, I jumped out of bed, sniffed the air - no smoke, and rushed over to the window.

I stuck my head between the curtains and looked down toward the street, far below. If the building was on fire, I'd see flashing lights and excitement.

Nothing. Just a few cars passing by, only the headlights visible.

Just then the phone rang again. Damn!

Again, the caller was the Fire Department.

I answered. "Hello?"

"Mister Grey? Lenny Grey? This is the city fire department." The voice sounded relieved.

"Yes." I acknowledged, even though I'd been Kendra for months now. "What do you want at this hour?"

"Are you alright? Out of your condo? Safe?"

"I don't understand. Yes, I'm safe. I was sleeping." WTF?

The person sounded relieved. "Good. So, you evacuated safely. Are you with the Red Cross folks?"

Still confused and getting frustrated, I got angry. "Look, whoever you are. I really don't understand. I was safely in bed, asleep when you called."

The fire department person, if that's who they were, took a moment to answer.

"Mr. Grey, are you at home? In your condo on Brighten Street? The building is being evacuated. Actually, it has been evacuated, and as you weren't accounted for, we called your phone. There's a large fire there, on your floor, and those around you."

"Oh shit!" I cried, finally understanding. That's my condo, my old one.

"Um, sorry. I'm staying over at a friend's. I'm not there."

"That's what I suspected. Well, then, I'll leave you alone, for now. In the morning you need to come back and talk to us. We'll be here for the next couple days, cleaning up the mess."

"Wait. How bad did you say the fire was?"

"I'm afraid that all the units on your floor, and the two floors above and below, are totaled, and many of the other floors have either smoke or water damage. It's pretty bad, sir."

"Oh, wow. Anybody hurt?"

"We don't believe so. We evacuated everyone quickly. You were one of the ones we couldn't find."

"Huh, lucky me."

"Yes sir, you were lucky you weren't home. Good night."

I hung up the call, my mind in a whirl, and crawled back into bed.

Emily had turned on her light and was sitting waiting. She'd heard my side of the conversation and had gleaned the situation.

"Well? Your old place?"

I sighed, sadly. "Yes. Apparently totally destroyed."

"Bummer. Anybody hurt?"

"Nope, but all my things there are gone."

Understanding my depression, she hugged me and pulled me down so my head was lying in her lap.

She was naked, and I got a sudden flash of lust, quickly forgotten.

"My furniture, my books, my extra computers, and all my docs, gone. Up in smoke." I muttered, sadly.

"You have back-ups on the cloud, don't you?" she asked like a good computer nurd.

"Of course."

"And everything's insured?"

"Yes. Building and contents."

"Well, that's good. You'll get a hefty insurance check."

"Yes, I suppose."

I tried to look in the bright side. The cash would come in handy. Perhaps a new car. I had a place to live. A happy place. I was lying in her lap.

Then another thought hit me. "And all my men's things are gone. My clothes and the records of Kenny Grey."

She leaned down to kiss me on the head. "That's okay. You don't need any of that stuff. Not now, not ever."

I guess I didn't.

Before I laid back, trying to return to sleep, just for a moment I pictured Emily as an arsonist, but she would never...

I thought about ending this tale, here. But I have two more chapters sketched out, and I like these girls too much to leave them. There is more adventure to be had...

To be continued...

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