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I don't know how long I was out, but I wake up shivering on the cold basement floor, hog tied. I lay there for what seems like an hour, maybe even two when Molly finally comes back down. "I trust you learned your lesson tonight, Chris, frankly I expected you to try something before now, but I see I don't have to worry about a physical attack." Molly unties me and helps me to my feet, "grab your shoes, and we'll go upstairs and warm you up. I walk up the stairs ahead of her, body still shivering uncontrollably, and she orders me to sit at her kitchen table.
"Drink this," Molly says as she hands me a cup of coffee. I wrap my hands around it for some much needed warmth, as Molly heats up a bowl of Chicken soup. "Get dressed while this is heating up, she orders, so I dress in my chinos, T-shirt, and dress shirt.
"Shoes too," Molly says and places the bowl of soup in front of me.
"Thank you Master," I reply before spooning a portion of soup into my mouth. Molly stares at me while I eat, and I start to feel self conscious due to her stare.
"Tell me about your parents, pet" Molly finally says.
"Why, so you can try to blackmail them too?" I answer while staring into my soup.
"Look at me!" She says sharply, so I slowly raise my eyes. Her face is clouded with anger, and it scares me a bit.
"I have no fucking plan on blackmailing your parents, asshole! It was a simple question, nothing more."
With a weary sigh I reply, "fine, my parents are "organic farmers" in Oregon, my Dad is an unabashed liberal hippy, ponytail and all, and my Mom should have been born in nineteen fifty. She's a straight up flower child, and believes total conviction in peace, love, and the power of hemp. If it wasn't for my Grandmother, Carrie would have been named Starshine, and I Moonshadow."
Molly snickers at that as she encourages me to go on.
"Dad is a pretty good shade tree mechanic on anything not computerized, or fuel injected. Mom loves her gardening, and growing organic vegetables. I spent most of my summers on my Grandparents ranch in Montana, they called it a farm, but it was mostly livestock, and not crops."
"Why did your parents send you, and not your Sister?"
"I wasn't sent, my parents always gave us a choice, Carrie is a free spirit, like Mom, she didn't mind the long road trips in the VW van, or the nudist colonies, or following the Grateful Dead. I preferred summers riding horses, working with Grandpa, and real home cooking."
"Are you on speaking terms with any of them?" Molly asks gently.
"My Grandparents died while I was going for my masters, and I talk to my parents monthly."
"I'm sorry for your loss, so in your opinion it was your grandparents who were the bigger influence in your life?"
"Yeah, I'd say that was a correct assumption." I say, thoughtfully. "My Grandfather kept me grounded and focused on my education."
"I see, finish up your soup and go home, I want you here tomorrow, it's time you learned how to cook."
"Yes Master."
I get home hoping to find Lisa waiting for me, but she's not here. I call her but my call goes right to voicemail. 'Shit is she mad at me?' I wonder since I haven't talked to her since Saturday.
The rest of the week passes by without me pissing Molly off, I bought her shoes, as well as a pair for Lisa, who still isn't returning my calls. Molly has arranged cooking classes for me, which I start in two weeks, meanwhile I've been following recipes in a book Molly chose for me. I guess I'm pretty good at simple recipes, Molly hasn't complained as of yet, and I actually find cooking relaxing. Friday afternoon comes along and I make Chicken Parmesan, with Fettuccine Alfredo, and Italian Green beans, Molly eats in silence, not saying a word, and once again I'm left on the ledge, not knowing if she likes it or not. I finish cleaning the kitchen, as I wait for my next order.
"The sauce had a touch too much Garlic, pet," Molly finally says, as she finishes her wine. "Otherwise, it was your best dish of the week."
"Thank you Master, I'll remember the Garlic next time. May I clear your dishes?"
Molly waves her hand in permission, and I quickly clear the table. When I finish, she commands me to follow her into her study, I follow her and kneel at her side when she points.
"I have someone coming over tonight, so you'll be going home early. Tomorrow I have a full day planned for us, so be here by ten, you are dismissed."
"Thank you Master, I'll be here at ten, goodnight... Ah Master?"
"Yes pet?"
"You might want to be careful about having ah, friends over, the neighbors are taking notice."
Molly's eyes narrow with suspicion, "what are you saying? Spit it out!"
"Well ah it's been mentioned to me that different men have been seen coming to visit you, and I should be careful."
"Who said that?" Molly says with venom in her voice.
"Master, I'd rather not say, please."
"This isn't a negotiation, tell me slave!"
"It was Kari, Master," I say cursing my weakness. "She comes home from work late some evenings, and has saw strange cars in your driveway."
"Nosy fuckin bitch!" She mutters, "I'll just have to be more careful... Continue wearing your shoes tonight, go on home, I'll see you at ten."
I head home and immediately head out to Ricobenes, thank gawd they have a drive thru. I get home and find Lisa's car in my garage, thankfully I bought more than one sandwich I think as I enter my kitchen.
"Hello?" I call out from the kitchen. Lisa walks out of the family room, and I can tell she's still pissed at me.
"Hi Goddess, hungry? I have an extra sandwich if you are."
Lisa ignores the question but hisses out, "so, did you have fun fucking your ex without my permission?"
"Wha? Wait, I thought you were ok with that!"
"Listen asshole, I'm just here for my five hundred bucks, and you can go back to your ex!"
"Goddess please, I wouldn't have done it if I knew you would react this way... Master ordered me to do it, if that's any consolation... Listen, I have some news for you, if you'll hear me out."
"What's with the shoes?" Lisa says through skeptical eyes.
"Molly's making me wear them so I'll be comfortable on Halloween."
"I see," Lisa says, while digging a sandwich and fries out of the bag.
"I'll have to give you a check, or I can run out to an ATM if you prefer." I say, ready to head up for my checkbook.
"Oh sit down and eat your dinner before it gets cold... Tell me about those shoes, they look expensive."
"Well Goddess, Molly bought me a pair from Frederick's and I had to wear them in front of Sophie, she saw they were shitty quality, so she bought me these as a thank you gift... I had to tell her about Molly blackmailing me, I left you out of the story, and got her to promise not to tell Carrie." I can't help but ramble on, due too her anger and my nervousness.
Lisa snorts but says, "that must have killed you, I'm sorry... But I'm not surprised you told her after the bitch ordered you to wear the heels. I've seen Molly's taste in shoes, and those are way too classy for her, by the way, are they Jimmy Choo's?"
"Ah, Christian Louboutin, Molly made me buy her a pair Tuesday."
"Sophie has good taste, and apparently deep pockets, they're pretty damn sexy "fuck me" shoes, I'll say that much."
"Do you really like them?" I ask with a bit of hope in my voice.
"Hold on," she says as her phone rings. "Hello? Hi Master, Uh huh, Uh huh, I'm in the city, no, I'm angry with him at the moment, yeah it's because of that! I see, I guess I could spend the night with him, but if I do, can I have permission to punish him? Thank you Master, I'll make sure we're ready at ten... Goodnight."
"Looks like I'm stuck here tonight, did she tell you where we're going tomorrow?" Lisa says with disgust.
"No Goddess, I haven't a clue... So where do we stand?" I ask tentatively, "you can sleep in my sister's room if you wish."
"I haven't decided yet, I'm really pissed that you slept with her, but our circumstance isn't exactly normal, and the Cunt did want you to do it... I'll bet she uses it against you in the future too."
"I know, so does Sophie... I'll go get you that check."
"You can give me cash tomorrow since I'll be stuck with you, but for now get your ass upstairs, I want to be alone for a while."
"I guess a week wasn't long enough" I mutter.
"What was that?" Lisa says angrily.
"Yes Goddess." I say dejectedly and grab a beer before I go.
'Fuck her,' I think, 'I got the goods to get out from under her, now to nail Molly!' I change out of my work clothes, remove the fucking plug, and slip into a pair of sweats. 'Fuck the shoes too!' I think, and boot up my computer. I'm lost on my regular bulletin boards when Lisa finally clears her throat. I deliberately finish typing my post before looking up and saying, "yes?"
"Is that all you have to say to me?" Lisa asks, perturbed.
"You're the one who wanted to be left alone, so I'm leaving you alone." I say calmly as I look back at my monitor.
"On your fucking knees!" Lisa hisses, anger flaring in her voice.
I debate doing what she says, knowing I have Dirk to hold over her head, even though I don't have a copy of the video. But after a moment, I conclude even a false rape charge would probably cost me my job, even if I was exonerated in the end. I roll my chair back, and lower myself to my knees, resting on my haunches, hands in my lap.
"May I ask why you're pissed off at me... Goddess?"
"You know damn well I'm pissed off!" Lisa shouts.
"No Goddess, I really don't. I explained the situation to you, and you said ok, so I don't understand your anger."
"I didn't say ok! I said I'd have to think about it after you told me you were planning on fucking her, and not jerking off into a cup!"
"Did you get this pissed when Molly used me as her sex doll last week?"
"You're fuckin right I did! But right now there's nothing I can do about the Cunt!"
"The Cunt ordered me to sleep with Sophie, and then punished me for sleeping with her! I swear I don't understand you two, you're both so blasé about your own sexual encounters, but act all pissed off if I get some... If you don't like it, just take the fucking money and leave me alone... Goddess!" I say, totally exasperated.
"Men are so fucking stupid! Did you really think I'd be ok with you sleeping around after I told you what I had planned, and after I stopped sleeping around?"
"What plan? Are you talking about our plan to get free of Molly?" I ask, completely confused now.
"My wedding plan, dipshit!"
"Your WHAT?" I ask, voice rising shrilly.
"What did you think I meant when I told you we needed to introduce you to my parents as my Fiancé?"
My body completely slumps, and I lower my head to the floor. "Hey, Lisa, marriage was never part of the plan!"
"Maybe not part of YOUR plan, but it most certainly is in MY plan! I told you I was falling for you, and planned on using you in every way possible, and I'm smart enough to know that once you're free of Molly, you'll be free of me. I'm sorry but I love you and I can't allow that... Face it, you're stuck with me until I say otherwise."
"Lisa, it will never work, how could I love someone who's blackmailing me?" I mumble, sickly.
"Chris, I missed my period last week, I might be pregnant."
"Bullshit! Don't even try that shit!" I say, "it's way too soon for you to even think that!"
"Fuck you! I never miss my period! I'm as regular as clockwork, and I haven't slept with anyone but you in two months!"
"Forgive me if I don't believe you, Miss Promiscuity! Now can I please get up and go to the bathroom before I throw up on your feet?"
"Go, but we're not done here!" Lisa says after a moment's pause.
I go into my bathroom and splash cold water on my face, I pop a couple of Pepto pills to settle my rolling stomach, and go lay on my bed, mind racing at the possibility of becoming a daddy. Lisa enters without a knock ten minutes later and sits on the edge of the bed, "you ok?"
"Not really, no," I answer softly.
"You mentioned you had some news?" Lisa says, rubbing my leg.
"Yeah, we're not gonna need a hacker, I managed to get my hands on a password cracking program." I say absently, mind on other things.
"Really?" Lisa says excitedly, "did it work?"
"Haven't had a chance to use it yet, the bitch hasn't given me a chance to."
"Oh," she says in a disappointing tone, "any idea when you'll get a chance?"
"No, Molly doesn't tell me shit about her plans, and now that I'm working again, I don't have much free time."
"Can I help? I can miss a day of class if I need to."
"Are you any good with computers? It's a pretty complex program to load."
"I can run editing programs, and do graphics, but that's about it."
"Damn... Speaking of editing, did you make us a copy of the Dirk tape?"
"Yeah, I have Molly's too, strangely enough, she hasn't even asked me about it, I've got it in a safe place... What's in the Von Maur bag?"
I look up to see Lisa nod at the bag on my dresser. "Oh, yeah, that's for you... I kinda forgot, sorry."
"For me?" Lisa asks with a smile, "what is it?"
"I prop myself up on my elbow and tell her, "go ahead and look."
With a little squeal of excitement, Lisa rushes over to look in the bag, she pulls the shoebox out and her eyes go wide when she sees her own pair of "pretty sexy fuck me" shoes.
She turns with a huge smile and says, "oh Chris, I love them... You shouldn't have!"
"I can always return them," I say absently.
"Not on your fuckin life! My God, these must have cost you a bundle!"
"Actually, they weren't nearly as much as the other brands they carry, those were on clearance for two forty... Did you know Von Maur sells thousand dollar shoes? That's fucking crazy!"
Lisa rushes over and dives on top of me, pinning me down and smothering me with kisses. "You know *kiss* now that *kiss* we both *kiss* have a pair *kiss* I have to *kiss* take you dancing!" Her deep kiss cuts off any chance I might have of declining. Her right hand reaches down and starts stroking my cock through my sweats. "Lisa, wait," I say, trying to push her off me.
"Shut up and kiss me!" Lisa says, staring into my eyes.
"Please, stop, we haven't finished talking." I say, finally rolling her off me.
"Please don't ruin this moment, I'm trying to forgive you here," Lisa says with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Lisa, your forcing me to marry you... I'm sorry but this isn't a kiss and make up moment!" I say, jumping to my feet and pacing.
"Is the thought of being married to me that revolting?" Her anger returning full force.
Choosing my words carefully, I respond, "not having a choice in who I spend the rest of my life with is very fucking revolting to me." My anger gets the best of me, despite my attempt to remain cool. "I need a beer," I finally say leaving the room before she could say anything.
'She's fucking batshit crazy if she thinks I'm marrying her!' I think as I storm down the stairs, and to the kitchen. I open a bottle and down it in three long pulls before reaching for another. I feel a stinging sensation in my back just before losing control of my body.
Somehow I find myself face down on the kitchen floor, with Lisa handcuffing my trembling arms, my legs still kicking uncontrollably. Lisa pulls the barbs out of my back and wraps the wires around the spent cartridge, before dropping it in the trash, along with my empty beer bottle. When I can finally speak I say angrily, "are you fucking crazy? Take these fucking cuffs off!"
Lisa ignores me as she heats up the other half of her sandwich, she's humming a tune as she steps over me and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge.
Taking a deep breath, I calmly say, "you think this is helping our relationship?"
Lisa continues to ignore me as she sits at the breakfast bar with her back to me, eating her sandwich. I roll onto my stomach, then to my knees before climbing to my feet. I stumble upstairs, hoping to find the cuff keys in the toy bag under my bed. Thankfully Lisa has left the bag in the middle of the floor, unzipped. I drop to my knees and try to dig around the bag, the task is extremely difficult with my hands cuffed behind my back, but I manage to pull the bag up onto my calves. I feel the bag tugged off my legs and Lisa's hand grab my shaggy hair as she forces me back down onto my stomach.
"Damn it Li..."
"Shut up, one more word and I gag you!" Lisa snaps.
"Fuck you! Let me go now!" I bark. I hear her rummaging in the bag before she stands over me and tugs my head back.
"Knock it off!" I say, and clamp my jaw as she tries to force the penis gag between my clenched teeth.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Lisa says calmly.
I keep my teeth clamped shut, and shake my head violently.
I sense her shift her stance and her right foot lightly steps on my balls. I grunt in pain, but continue to keep my jaw locked, she increases pressure with her foot, forcing my mouth open in a breathless scream. Lisa shoves the gag in while letting out a heavy breath and straps it tightly behind my head. Lisa takes a few breaths before reaching into the bag to retrieve the collar before locking it around my neck.
"Do you need to use the bathroom before I chain you down for the night?" She says sweetly, completely oblivious to my rage. I finally nod my head and she helps me to my feet.
"Let me help you with your pants," Lisa offers and I stand there waiting. She pulls my sweats down, and orders me to step out of them. I head into the bathroom, and not wanting to piss all over the floor, step into the shower to relieve myself. I hear her amused voice say, "I would have held it for you my love," as I wiggle my hips to shake off the last drops. I step past her back out into the bedroom and see a pillow and blanket laid out at the foot of the bed, and a length of chain padlocked to the leg of my bed. Lisa steps up behind me and grabs the chain between the cuffs. She lifts the chain, forcing my arms up and my body to bend at the waist. I'm forced to finally drop to my knees, and then back onto my stomach. She finally takes the end of the bed chain and padlocks it to the collar, chaining me to the bed with an eight foot chain.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll tuck you in when I get out of the shower," Lisa explains as she strips out of her clothes.
I lay there stewing as she takes a leisurely thirty minute shower, 'she fucking tased me!' I think,
mind racing at the insanity of the situation. 'chained to the bed like a fuckin animal!' I shake my head incredulously, not able to comprehend how I ended up here.
Lisa steps out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her torso. "I'll remove the gag, and handcuffs if you promise to behave yourself, will you promise me?" I nod yes, and she grabs the cuff keys off the night table. She releases my wrists and unfastens the straps to the gag, stepping back to let me remove the gag myself. I spit the gag out and work my jaw muscles, trying to work out the ache that set deep in the muscles. My hands go to my collar, and the padlock chaining me to the bed, while Lisa is texting someone, seeming oblivious to my anger.
"Well, it seems the Cunt "requests" my presence at nine fifteen tomorrow, it seems she has a full day planned for us so we better get some sleep... Goodnight Love." Lisa doesn't even bother to wait for a reply as she tucks herself in and turns the light off.
I have a nightmare where I'm Charlton Heston in the Planet of the Apes, collared and treated like a savage animal before waking with a start, hands going to the collar at my neck.
"Get your stinkin paws off me, you damn dirty ape!"
I climb to my knees and look at the alarm on my end table, five fifteen am. I reach up and shake Lisa's leg, she mutters "what?" sleepily.
"I need to use the bathroom, Goddess," I whisper softly. I hear her fumble around for a second before I feel the keys bounce off my forehead, and see Lisa roll over and go back to sleep. I unlock my collar, and find my sweats and slippers in the dark.
I go downstairs and start a pot of coffee and grab a shower in the girls room, I grimace at my choices of body wash, but decide not to chance waking up Lisa. After my shower I dress and pour myself a cup of coffee, and grab the last slice of Cherry Pie before heading up to my computer. Making sure the bedroom door is closed, and my speakers are off, I eat my pie as the puter boots up. It's almost eight when I hear the toilet flush, and go down to start another pot of coffee. Despite my almost sleepless night, and the fact Lisa went all Fatal Attraction on me, I feel a twitch of excitement run through me. My bugs are arriving today in the mail... 'Soon I'll be one step closer to getting free of Molly, and I believe I can buy off Lisa and get free of her too. I pop a tube of Cinnamon Rolls into the oven, and turn on the TV for the weather forecast. Overcast with a high of forty eight, with winds at fifteen miles an hour. 'Chilly and breezy,' I think as I wait for the rolls to bake. I'm pulling the rolls out of the oven when Lisa appears wearing her panties and one of my t-shirts. "Good morning, Chris," she says as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Goddess," is my only reply as I set the hot cookie tray down across the burners.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes, do you think your sister would mind if I borrowed something?" Lisa asks, unconcerned with my cool tone.
"Perhaps this once, but I'd prefer you didn't make a habit of it." I say in passing as I head upstairs to dress. She grabs my arm stopping me, and guides me to the table.
"You planning on being an asshole all day?" Lisa asks peevishly as she pushes me into a chair.
"You chained me to the bed like a fucking animal! After you fucking tasered me! And you have the balls to ask if I was planning like acting like an asshole?" I say, voice rising in anger. "You and Molly seem to think you can do whatever the fuck you want, hurt whoever you want, take whatever you want, and expect people to act civilly as you ram it up their ass! This ends NOW!" I finish, jumping to my feet and knocking over my chair.
Lisa jumps to her feet in an confrontational manner, and says, "do you really want to throw your whole life away because I went a little overboard last night?"
"A little overboard? I ask incredulously, "I'd say you went too fucking far, and I've had enough! If my life is going to be ruined, I'll be thrice damned if I don't take you two down with me!"
"How are you going to do that?" Lisa says in a much too calm voice. "You don't have any evidence against us, it's our word against yours! While we on the other hand, have plenty of evidence you raped and beat me... Now pick up your chair, pour us some coffee, have a sweet roll and sit down so I can apologize for last night."
"I'm going to the bathroom, pour your own coffee!" I say as I storm out of the kitchen.
"We need to settle this before nine fifteen, Chris." Lisa says to my retreating back.
I stare at my haggard in face in the mirror, and remind myself I need to calm down. Without Lisa, and her testimony, I'm fucked. 'Come on Chris, don't be stupid, kiss her ass, do what she wants, then kick her to the curb!' I think as I wash my hands, and return to the kitchen. Lisa has picked up the chair, poured us coffee, and plated the cinnamon rolls while I was gone, and is blissfully chewing on a roll when I sit down. I pick at a roll, and remain silent because I don't know what to say. Lisa wipes her mouth and sips some coffee before finally saying, "I'm sorry I tased you, I let my temper get the better of me and it was wrong."
'Thats it, that's the apology?' I think, fury starting to build again. I take a deep breath, then a drink of coffee to buy myself a moment to think.
"I know I can't do this without you," I finally say, keeping my rage in check. "I... Need you to get free of Molly, and will have to... come to terms with your... dominant position in our relationship to do so, but I do not, will not be treated like an animal!"
Lisa starts to speak, but I hold up my hand to stop her. "I'm not done speaking, you can dress me like a girl, force me to go dancing, and even use your strap on, and other gear on me... I can live with that humiliation, but I will NOT sleep on the floor, chained to the bed at your feet like a fucking Cocker Spaniel, have I made myself crystal clear?"
"You know, if I tell Molly what you just told me, she would have you sleeping in a dog crate every night just to break you," Lisa says with a hint of a smile. "You DO need me, much more than I need you, and you really can't avoid the rape charge without me, so as your dominant, I promise I'll never treat you like a dog... A pony perhaps, but never a dog, ok?"
I can only nod, knowing the hopelessness of my situation.
"Good, now as you Domme I order you to eat something while I go find something to wear." Lisa heads to the Girl's room, as I force myself to eat a couple of rolls, and wash them down with OJ.
Lisa returns wearing my sister's red wool skirt, a black and red silk sleeveless tunic, and carrying her black leather jacket over one shoulder. Apparently they share shoe sizes, because Lisa is wearing Carrie's Jessica Simpson sky high wedges.
"Not wearing your new shoes?" I ask, while cleaning up the kitchen.
"Their a size too small, so I'll have to exchange them, so, how do I look?" Lisa says.
"You look great, sorry about the shoes, I'll remember that next time." I respond.
"Your sister has a flatter ass, or this skirt is a size larger than her others." Lisa says, looking over her shoulder at her ass.
I know better than to comment about THAT subject... Lisa does have a fatter ass;)
"Go get dressed, I'm heading next door, be there by ten, ok?"
"Yes Goddess."
Lisa embraces me and gives me a kiss that I have to struggle to respond to, I can tell she knows I held back, but mercifully let's it slide.
I step out onto my patio to see if I'll need a jacket, the answer is yes, so I dress in my panties, (with plug of course) olive Dockers, and a red polo, socks, and brown loafers. I grab my brown leather bomber and go down to watch the news, and text Sophie...
Lisa surprises me when she returns at nine forty. "What's up?" I ask hoping the trip is cancelled.
"Have a seat, you're not going to like it..." I sit down, dread daring all good thoughts from my body. "We're going dress shopping, but she has a stop to make first, and you'll be spending part of the day cross dressed."
"I don't understand," I say wearily.
"Our first stop is a transformation studio, Molly thinks the tits and ass I bought you aren't big enough, so she's arranged to have you fitted with bimbo boobs at one twenty."
"Ah, fuck! Alright, so I have to wear tits for a while..."
"There's more... The dress shop is in the city, the boob shop isn't... You'll have to wear the new curves for a few hours, as well as your shoes into the dress shop."
"But I don't have anything to wear large enough for big tits."
"Yeahhhh, that's why we're leaving this early, Molly thinks you need a little more humiliation, so she wants to take you shopping before you buy the tits."
I bury my head in my hands, Lisa steps up behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders in support. "I wonder why she invited you along," I say while staring at the table. "She didn't when she took me panty shopping."
"I'm guessing it has something to do with the event tonight, but she wouldn't say," Lisa says softly.
"What event?" I ask in surprise.
"I don't know, she wouldn't say, only that we would both be accompanying her tonight."
"Ok, thanks for the head's up, I better grab my shoes so we can go."
"Grab mine too, maybe I'll have a chance to exchange them."
I run upstairs to grab the shoes, and we walk next door, just as we step into Molly's kitchen. I look at the caller ID, and frown.
"It's work, I have to take this..."
Molly's smile turns into a frown, and her brow goes up. "Put it on speaker," she orders.
I put the phone into speaker mode, and answer, "this is Chris."
"Chris, this is Janet, I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I'm having a serious problem with the program." Janet Thompson, one of my team says, almost in tears.
"Calm down Jan, it's alright... Tell me about the problem, and we'll fix it together, alright?"
I look up apologetically at Molly, and mouth, "I'm sorry Master."
I'm surprised to see a curious look on Molly's face, I know she's gotta be pissed off.
Janet starts, "well I entered last decade's data and this year's, and the program froze! I thought I may have entered too much data, so I decided to try a reboot, and enter the data one year at a time. My system completely froze up, and now it won't reboot!"
"Ok, calm down, we'll have you up and running in no time, first I need you to unplug your terminal, wait five minutes and restart it, ok?" I say soothingly.
"Call me back in five, alright?"
"Ok, thanks Boss, I'll call you right back." Janet hangs up and I set my phone down with a sigh.
"I'm sorry Master, Janet is new to the team, and Argonne just installed new computers."
"I understand, will this take long... Boss?" Molly smirks.
"Not if the reset works, Master."
"Well, I guess we'll know in five minutes, may as well make yourselves comfortable... You look very nice Lisa."
"Thank you, Master." Lisa replies demurely.
I take off my jacket and have a seat at the kitchen table, the call comes two minutes later.
"Chris, it didn't work, I'm still locked out!" Janet says frantically.
"No worries, we'll fix it... Let me call you back in ten, I'll need my computer, go get yourself a cup of coffee, and relax, ok?" I continue calmly. I look up forlornly at Molly and Lisa, I know what I'm about to say is gonna go over like a lead balloon.
"Master, may I suggest you two go ahead without me, I'll meet you wherever you want as soon as I fix this... I can probably have it fixed from home anytime between ten minutes, and three hours."
Now Molly looks pissed as she says, "and if it takes longer? We have an appointment at one twenty, and we WILL NOT MISS IT, understand, slave?"
"I understand, Master, if I'm not done by twelve fifteen, I'll tell her to go home, and I'll fix it Monday... Here, take my credit card, and enjoy a nice lunch, I can borrow something from Sophie to wear after our appointment, and I'll make this up to you, Master." I say, thinking fast.
Molly's eyes narrow, as if trying to find a flaw in my suggestion, apparently finding none she says, "twelve thirty, not a second later! Lisa, I want YOU to pick out an outfit for our pet, something skimpy, got it? And grab his credit card, I'm sensing an expensive lunch." She finishes with her crocodile smile.
Lisa winks with a smile and takes my arm, "let's go, Romeo... Or is it Juliette today?" I let her lead me out, feigning a panicked look.
As soon as I step through my back door I let out a quick, "yessss!" and pump my free arm in the air.
"You seem pretty happy for a guy who has to wear a skimpy dress, you wanna fill me in?" Lisa asks suspiciously.
"I just bought myself two hours to crack Molly's computer." I say with a sly smile.
"But what about Janet?" Lisa asks, confusion crossing her face.
"That wasn't a coworker... That, my beautiful Goddess, was my sister's wonderful spouse Sophie!" I say triumphantly.
"You sonofabitch! Why didn't you tell me?" Lisa say's with a punch to my ribs as we go pick out something skimpy.
"I wanted your reaction to be genuine for Molly! I know she bought it, Bwahaha!" I say gleefully.
"You know she's gonna make you pay for this, dontcha?" Lisa responds with concern.
"Not if I find something we can use against her!" I reply, exuberantly.
"Chris, she's smart, or cunning maybe a better term, please be prepared if this doesn't pan out immediately, ok?" Lisa says, dampening my mood, as she pulls out an ASOS Cut Out Shift dress in black, holds it up to me and nods. She grabs three quarter sleeve black satin Bolero jacket, and and looks pleased by her choices.
"Ok Goddess, I'll be prepared." I say, spirits dampened a bit.
Lisa takes my card and rushes off back to Molly's, and I peek out the window, watching for them to leave. They leave five minutes later, and I run upstairs for my password DVD. I enter Molly's study and boot up her computer, I F10 into the bios, and change the boot sequence to select the DVD drive. The computer reboots and I fire up the password cracker.I head back to my house to heat up my leftover Steak sandwich, and grab a Coke while my program runs. I bring my lunch back to Molly's and let the program work it's magic while I eat.
The program cracks the code in thirty two minutes...
Shit, shit, shit! She has to have three thousand files on here, not including hidden files. Even if I eliminate all the typical programs, it'll take me weeks to go over everything. 'Time to talk to Greg again,' I think as I run home to grab my external hard drive. I copy her entire disk, and clean up my mess, and restore Molly's boot sequence before heading home. Lisa's warning runs through my head as I retrieve my DVD, return my hard drive and look at the clock. Eleven fourteen, do I have a peek now, or just go join the Ladies? I decide a quick peek is in order and boot up my computer. I find fifty four hidden files, twelve of which are password protected. 'Crap, I don't know how to use my program to crack file passwords!' I think. I really need to talk to Greg, but it will have to wait.
I text Molly to let her know I was done, and ready to meet them, and head for Yorktown Center in a cab. I should have known it wouldn't be easy, and was stupid to get my hopes up. I have the cabbie stop at an ATM to withdraw Lisa's money, and continue on to the mall. I meet Molly and Lisa at Molly's Beemer, and Molly tells me to drive to our destination.
"So pet, were you able to fix Janet's computer?"
"Yes Master, it was a Bios conflict, I had to join the network and download new drivers."
"Spare me the details, I don't really give a shit. I have decided to punish you for your selfishness though." Molly says as she programs the GPS with our destination.
"Yes Master." I reply with a shudder.
"Thanks for lunch Juliette, remind me later that I still have your credit card."
"You're welcome, did you get your shoes exchanged?"
"I did, thanks." Lisa says brightly.
"That was very generous of you slave," Molly says suspiciously. "Care to tell me why you bought them for her?"
'Uh oh,' I think, "she really liked them Master and expressed a desire to own a pair one day. Since they were on clearance at sixty percent off, I thought it was too good a deal to pass up."
"I see, tell me Lisa, are you taking advantage of my slave?"
"Only in bed Master." Lisa replies glibly, "I was very surprised, pleased, but surprised when he gave them to me last night... I didn't mean anything about my comment, other than that his were very sexy, and he took it upon himself to buy them for me... I understand he bought you a pair too?"
I see Molly's eyes narrow dangerously out of the corner of my eye.
"What my slave does for me is none of your concern, understood?"
"Yes Master, our relationship is purely sexual, nothing more, right Juliette?"
"It is Master," I myself to saying...
"If I find out differently, there will be hell to pay for both to you, understood?"
"Yes Master," we say in unison.
We arrive at a nondescript stand alone building in a suburb called Arlington Heights ten minutes ahead of schedule. Molly sends a text, and receives a reply within two minutes. "Rori is running late, let's go get a cup of coffee." Molly says after a moment's reading. We find a Starbucks a mile away, and head down there to wait. I can tell by the way Molly keeps glancing at her watch she's getting pissed, and that doesn't bode well for me. After a twenty minute wait, she gets another text.
"Let's go," is all she says, as she dumps her untouched coffee into the garbage. Lisa and I follow her out, and into the SUV. We backtrack the mile and park on the street. "Lisa, be a dear and bring the dress, shoes and jacket in."
"Molly, hiiiiii, I'm so sorry, I know how pressed for time you are!" Say's a pretty thirtyish brunette with 80's hair.
"You're forgiven Rori," Molly says, taking her in an embrace. "So, how's business?"
"Booming! Who would have known there so many Transgendered people in Chicago, So who have we here?" Rori turns her eyes to me.
"This is my new pet Chris, and my Protegee Lisa."
Rori takes my hands in hers and gives my face the once over, oh he'll make a real beauty!" She says over her shoulder to Molly. "So what is he here for?"
"Tits, hips, and hair," Molly says with a smile.
"No make up?" Rori says in a disappointed voice, "that's a real shame, I could have fun with this one!"
"Well, maybe a little, we have a dress fitting at three thirty." Molly says magnanimously.
"Oh, I sell dresses too, remember? I have the perfect dress for tonight's event."
"The dress is for the Ball, and I owe Roxy one, you understand..."
"*sigh* I do, besides I don't have anything that fancy, so what measurements are you looking for Molly?"
"Well he's got a twenty six inch waist... And I want him to have curves for the ball, what would you recommend?"
"Chris, please remove your clothes and let me get a look at you."
I look at Molly who nods, so I strip down to my panties. Rori steps back and eyeballs me from head to toe. "He should be able to pull off 36-26-36, or if you want ghetto, 38 or 40" hips... What kind of dress are you looking at?"
"Let me show you," Molly says and asks Lisa for my iPhone, she quickly pulls up a picture of Alyce Homecoming Dresses Style 8882, and hands the phone to Rori.
"Oh wow, it's gorgeous!" Rori says in a approving tone. "He certainly has the body for it, with the right enhancements of course. Since it's Sweetheart, I wouldn't go over a 36D, they wouldn't stay bonded to his chest... Be right back," she continues, as if speaking to herself.
Lisa looks at the image on my phone, back in Molly's hand, and I see her smile, as her eyebrows raise. "Very nice, Master," she says in admiration, "has he seen it yet?"
"No, I wanted Rori's assessment before making my final decision, would you like to see my second choice?" Molly is staring at me, knowing my curiosity is peaked, and challenging me to beg for a look.
"Hell yeah, I wish I could go with you to the ball." Lisa says, shooting me a wink.
Molly displays a picture of a NextEve Charmeuse Satin Halter Sheath gown in hot pink, with a train.
Lisa bursts out laughing at the dress, "are you serious? That's something a Sissy might wear!" She says through giggles.
Molly's smiling her crocodile smile, "I know, and if our pet does ANYTHING to piss me off, I'll make him wear that dress!"
'Ooook,' I think, 'piss Molly off and wear a ridiculous sissy dress on Halloween.' My eyes turn to Rori as she steps out of a store room, and calls out to follow her. We follow her back into a large room behind the showroom, where I spot a large make up counter, salon chair, and padded table, along with racks of clothes, and shelves full of boxes. Rori rubs her fingertips across my jaw and says, "you need a shave, go through the door on the right, you'll find a razor and gel waiting for you."
I raise my fingers to feel my jaw line, yeah there was a bit of stubble, but a shave?
"Go on pet, do as your told," Molly says humorously.
With a sigh, I walk across the floor as Rori calls out, "make sure to shave as close as possible, I don't want to feel a single whisker."
"Yes Miss Rori," I call out, much to the ladies amusement. "Your new boy is very timid and well behaved, Molly," Rori says as I close the bathroom door. "Your ok with before and after photos?"
"That would be fine."
"Is he a cross dresser?"
Molly rolls her eyes and says, "no, he's been cuckolded by his ex, who fell in love with his sister."
"He's gay? Funny, I have great gaydar and he didn't even ping!"
"No, he's not gay, not even bisexual, his ex is a beautiful Greek bisexual girl, who used him to get to his twin sister."
"Oh, that's harsh! I'm surprised he doesn't have anger issues."
"Me too, my friend, me too." Molly says, staring at the bathroom door. "Lisa, go find out what's taking him so long, and have him remove the plug."
Lisa raises her brows, and with a shrug walks over, then into the bathroom without a knock. "Hey, Master wants you to hurry up... Oh yeah, remove the toy from your ass." And in a much lower voice, "hang in there lover, I still got your back." Buoyed by her support I quickly finish up and return to Molly's side. Molly is listening to something Rori is saying, and I catch half of the conversation.
"F you're looking for realism, Real Breasts forms are the way to go, but their expensive..." Rori is saying.
Molly interrupts, "how expensive?"
Rori say's, "they sell for $750..."
Molly raises one brow, and Rori hastily adds, "but I can give them to you for six plus tax."
Molly crosses her arms and taps her finger along her forearm, deep in thought.
"You did say you wanted to win this year, and if I may say so, he has an excellent chance, depending on who does the make up." Rori adds, trying to make the sale.
"Do you have before and after pictures of them?" Molly asks, and Rori nods, so Molly continues, "fit him with his hip pads while I think about it."
Rori pulls a photo album out of a drawer, and hands it to Molly before taking my hand and leading me to a clothing rack across the room. "Let me take a picture, then take your panties off and try these, my beauty." Rori hands me a pair of black lace Bubbles Bombshell padded boyshorts to try on. After the picture is taken, I step out of my panties self consciously, and slide the snug fitting boyshorts Rori handed me. I notice the waistband settles higher than my own panties, and I have to do a little bounce to adjust my ass cheeks. "Turn around, let me take a look," Rori says, her face a mask of intense concentration. She grabs a tape measure from around her neck, and measures my shoulders, then hips. "Hmm, ok, remove them please," she says as she steps over to a shelf, and grabs two pink boxes, and set's them on the counter.
Rori holds her hand out so I hand her the pantie, she quickly adds silicone hip and butt pads to the panties, and hands them back. "Try them now," Rori says, and glances over at Molly and Lisa, standing with their head's together, deep in conversation. The panties are noticeably heavier as I put them back on. Once I have them on and set Rori reaches down the front and tucks my cock back between my legs with a wink, and measures my hips again.
"Excuse me, Molly, did you bring shoes for Chris?" Rori calls out, and Molly says something to Lisa, who pulls my shoes out of her Hobo bag, and brings them over to hand to me. Lisa gives my ass an appraising glance as I step into my heels, before walking back to join Molly.
"Nice shoes," Rori comments with dollar signs in her eyes.
"They were a gift," I mumble in embarrassment. I stand up and Rori measures my shoulders and hips one more time, with a nod of approval, she says, "oh yeah, that will do nicely. Rori grabs a Forever 21 Leopard print Lame dress, and hands it to me.
"Try this on, I want to see how you look," Rori says.
I slip the dress over my head and slide the material down my body, the hem ends mid thigh, and the dress hugs my new curves like a second skin.
I turn in a circle to give Rori a good look, and watch her nod in approval. "Let's go show your Mistress," she says, taking my hand. In a much lower tone Rori continues, "if things don't work out with Molly, give me a call, we could have lots of fun together."
I shudder at the thought as she leads me across the room, to rejoin Molly and Lisa. They both turn when they hear us approach, and I stop about five feet back to allow for a better view. Lisa has a wicked gleam in her eye, but Molly's face remains neutral. "Turn around, pet, and stand up straight, let me see your ass." I turn, shoulders straight, head erect, and await her next command. "Looks good, what's his measurements?" Molly says after a minute.
"36-26-39, with the extra pads, Molly, I thought the extras were needed to round him out."
"Adding to the price no doubt," Molly says sarcastically.
Rori shrugs self consciously before saying, "$40... you asked for curves, right?"
With a deep sigh, Molly only nods and says, "let's try the Real Breasts in a size C, if you think they'll stay without a bra."
"Hmm, maybe with extra adhesive... Yeah, I think we can manage that." Rori comments after a moment's thought. "Chris, please remove the dress and lay down on the table, hands above your head."
I do as instructed, and hear Rori say, "Lisa, can you give me a hand?" And I watch them head back into the storeroom. I'm shocked when Molly steps to the table and looks down at me affectionately. She strokes my hair as she say's softly, "Chris, I didn't plan on this being so expensive... I know this must be a strain on your finances, so I'll take care of Rori, and let you pay for the dress."
'Wow!' I think, I actually feel touched by her offer, and have tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them. Molly leans over and kisses me tenderly, before taking a tissue out of her bag, and wiping my eyes.
"Thank you Master," I reply huskily, fighting to get my emotions in check. Molly continues to stroke my hair until Rori and Lisa return with the forms, adhesive, and alcohol wipes.
Rori quickly swabs my chest with the alcohol pads, then measures my chest starting at my nipple. First up toward my shoulder, then side to side, using a red Sharpie to mark my skin. Rori then removes the left breast form out of it's box, and applies the two sided adhesive tabs to the backside of the form. As the tabs bond, she sprays my chest liberally with a canned adhesive, and allows that to get tacky before peeling the paper off the other side of the tabs, exposing the adhesive on the form.
"Pay close attention Lisa," Molly says, "you'll be preparing him for the ball."
I see Rori frown at that last remark, and guess Rori was hoping for the business. Lisa replies, "yes Master." Starting at the top, Rori carefully presses the edges down, securing the form firmly to my chest. She repeats the process with the right form, with Lisa watching her every move like a hawk.
"There we go, I need you to lay there for ten minutes, my pretty, we have to allow the glue to bond firmly, ok?" Rori says with a smile.
"Ok Miss Rori," I say, distracted by the weight sitting on my chest.
"Lisa, make sure he he remains still, Rori, show me your wigs please." I can see the excitement in Lisa's eyes as Molly and Rori walk out to the showroom.
Lisa leans down and licks my neck after the others leave the room, "oh Juliette, you have no idea how wet I am right now... I so wanna fuck your brains out right here!" She whispers in my ear, seductively.
A cold sweat breaks out over my body and I have bite my tongue to produce enough saliva in order to moisten my dry throat. I swallow audibly before saying, "ah, Goddess, you know the tits are fake, and I'm still a guy with a penis, don't you?"
She kisses me deeply before whispering, "of course I do, but your chest is soooo boring, with those tiny boy nipples! When your all dolled up, I have the best of both worlds, a pretty face with a lovely cock... I only wish the tits were real..."
I actually see the idea take hold in her brain, and sink into a quivering ball of fear. "Not gonna happen," I say in a quivering voice. Lisa grins evilly, and winks.
After fifteen minutes Molly returns with Rori, Rori is carrying a H-Jasmine wig in platinum blonde, and a couple of black Frederick's Smooth Sensation Demi cup bra's in satin and lace.
"I buy them on sale, and mark them up for those gurls who come to me for transformations." Rori says with a wink... "Chris, I need you to stand up straight for me, you'll need to wear a bra after I take some more pictures, wear it for at least thirty minutes so the adhesive can completely bond." Rori says, handing Molly the wig.
"Ah, alright," I say, sitting up, hands grabbing my new tits, afraid they'll fall off. I hear a slight laugh as I climb to my feet, slowly releasing my boobs.
Rori quickly measures me for a bra. She asks me to lay back down, I'm confused, but do as I'm told, and with a smile, she goes over to her make up table. She quickly returns, carrying foundation, blush, and sponges, using the make up to blend the edges of my tits with my skin. She powders the edges, and blushes my chest, before asking me to wait a couple of minutes, before having me stand, and shooting the photos. Rori assists me with the bra, and I feel the tits lift, and push together, giving me pretty damn nice cleavage, much to my shock.
"Well, what do you think?" Rori asks, pleased with her work.
Lisa is practically drooling, and the hint of a smile touches Molly's lips, as she say's "I'm impressed, they actually look real."
"I'd say, I can hardly believe it!" Lisa says rapidly.
"Do you think you can duplicate this, Lisa?" Molly asks, finally taking her eyes off me, and looking at her.
Lisa's eyes never leave my chest when she says, "with practice, I should be able to copy this."
'NO!,' My mind screams, 'you said one night!' Then Molly's words come back to punch me in my face... "You'll do whatever it takes to make it convincing..." That's when my heart stops beating.
"That's easily arranged," Molly says, dismissively. "Chris, put your dress on, I want to see how you look." Molly says, and Lisa retrieves Sophie's dress she left hanging on a rack near the door.
Lisa helps me with the dress, buttoning the back up before stepping over to join the others.
Rori's brows go up, Molly smiles, and Lisa's jaw drops as all three look me over from head to toe. "I think he'll take it," Rori says with a glance at Molly. She nods, as she gestures for me to turn around. I stand there nervously, not knowing what to think.
"Wig, make up, and earrings, and he'll be the Belle of the ball," Rori says happily.
"Do it," Molly says decisively.
Rori snaps more photos before she takes my clammy hand and leads me to the salon chair. She has me sit, and turns toward Molly. "I love the dress he's wearing, but, the bra and cleavage are going to waste, that Leopard print would show off his assets much better."
"I'm spending enough money today, the dress he's wearing is fine for our needs." Molly says in a frosty tone, I guess the sales pitch is finally getting on Molly's nerves.
Rori just shrugs and say's, "one hole or two?"
"Wait, what... Holes?" I say in alarm.
"Piercings, darling... Don't worry, lots of men have their ears pierced," Rori says soothingly.
The color drains from my face, and I'm about to decline when I look into Molly's upraised eyebrows. With a sigh of resignation, I say, "Master, what would you prefer?"
Molly's smiling as she looks toward Lisa, who's scrunching her shoulders and holding up two fingers close to her body, shoulder high. Her face has a forlorn, yet hopeful look that Molly seems to find amusing. "Go ahead with two," Molly says with a wink to a beaming Lisa. I just wanna sit here and cry.
Rori pierces my ears and slips two small gold hoops in each ear, quickly gives me a make over, and pins the long platinum wig in place. "Damn, sometimes I even impress myself!" Rori says with a grin, "has she got a name?"
Molly is staring at me so intensely, I start to panic. She shakes her head, disbelieving, and let's out a barking laugh, causing me to jump. I see and feel my tits bounce, which sends Molly into gales of laughter.
"Juliette," Lisa says softly, tears of joy in her eyes. Molly inclines her head slightly, and Rori nods in agreement.
"Hello Juliette, let's take a look, shall we?"
She leads me to a stand with three full length mirrors, and my stomach does a flip. I hardly recognize the woman staring back at me, with my own eyes. For some reason I feel dirty, like I'm breaking some major law of nature... The feeling makes me
ill, and I just want to go home.
"Let's take a few more pictures, shall we?" Rori says happily, and snaps ten more pictures of my complete transformation. "Do you want copies, Juliette?"
"Send them to me," Molly says, as Rori gathers up all the boxes of my items. Lisa has to take my arm in support when we walk up to the front counter. Rori is going over the care, and instructions of my new tits and ass, as she bags up the boxes, adds up the bill, and throws in extra adhesive, and alcohol pads.
"Remember, she has to wear her bra for at least thirty minutes... Let me know if her forms come loose after she takes the bra off," Rori says, as she walks us to the door. "Juliette, it's been a real pleasure, I really hope to see you again, Molly, I'll see you at the Ball, thanks for shopping here."
"Chris, are you ok?" Lisa asks worriedly.
I don't answer because I'm still in shock.
"Master? He's not looking so good, I think he needs to sit down."
Molly grabs my other arm, and they lead me to the SUV, Molly fobs the lock and opens the rear door. I have a bit of trouble getting in wearing a dress and heels, but I finally sit myself, leaning forward, forehead on the front seat headrest.
"Chris," Molly says softly, "are you sick?... CHRIS!"
My head snaps up, and I look out the open door at Molly.
"No Master, I'm not going to throw up." I finally say.
"Then tell me what's wrong,"
"This is," I say, "I'm not a woman, damn it!"
A steely grimace comes to Molly's face, and she hisses, "you lost the bet, you sonofabitch, man the fuck up, and pay your debt!"
Molly's words snap me put of my funk, and fire blazes in my eyes as I say, "I will pay off the bet, I AM paying up, I'm fucking here in a dress, aren't I?"
Molly smiles tightly, "remember who you're talking to, pet. You have been a real superstar so far today, you don't want to say, or do anything that will make me change my opinion, understand?"
The adrenaline drains from my body, quenching the fire, and leaving me exhausted. "I understand Master, I'm sorry, I'm ok now."
"Apology accepted, I can understand your shock, frankly I'm as shocked as you are... But that doesn't change anything, you only have to prepare yourself for Halloween, after that, you go back to being my boy."
"Ok Master, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." I answer strongly.
"Good answer, now let's go buy you a gown."
I can tell Lisa's angry about my attitude towards cross dressing, but she's got her game face on, and I think Molly's oblivious, or maybe she just doesn't give a shit about Lisa's kinks... Either way I'm stuck smack dab in the middle.
With Molly's aggressive driving, we get to Naperville in thirty five minutes, which is quite a feat in Saturday afternoon traffic. As she drives, Molly tells us, "Roxy is a friend of mine, she's open minded towards trans gendered people, but isn't into BDSM. So when we get there, don't say anything unless she asks you a direct question, and be sure to call me Molly."
"Yes Master," I say, "does she know your bringing in a guy?"
"No, I want to see if you can fool her, remember, say nothing about our relationship!"
"Master, shouldn't he be carrying a purse? He's gonna look stupid pulling his credit card out of a man's wallet he's carrying through the shop," Lisa chimes in.
"Good thinking, we have time to stop at Kohl's, take him in and buy one, I have some calls I need to make... "Think of this as practice pet, believe me, nobody will recognize you as a guy in drag, ok?"
"I'll be ok Master, hell, I don't even recognize myself right now."
"That's my boy," Molly stops at a Kohl's in Wheaton, and drops us at the door. Before we get out, I ask Lisa to retrieve my wallet and the cash out of the front pocket of my pants that are in her bag. Lisa complies, and she leaves her bag behind, as we stroll in. I've put on the Bolero jacket, to fight the chill, and turn red when I realize how much it emphasizes my new tits.
Lisa is amused by this, and leans in to whisper dirty tit jokes, causing me to blush even deeper.
"Hey, that cash is yours, I didn't want Molly to see me hand it to you," I say softly.
"Cool, thanks." Lisa smiles in reply. We hit the accessory isle, and after ten minutes, she a chooses a Gunne Sax by Jessica McClintock Lace Satin Convertible Clutch that will go well with Sophie's dress. On a whim, she grabs a silk scarf, and ties it around my neck, to hide my Adam's apple.
I look in a mirror, and see the scarf goes great with my outfit, and tell her so. After a moment, it hits me that I'm accessorizing a dress, and once again I blush.
Lisa decides I need a necklace to complete my outfit, and we stop at the jewelry counter... I end up with two gold chains, a bracelet, and three bangles, much to my dismay.
We get back to Molly, and Lisa sits in back next to me to help me with the jewelry. As she pulls out, Molly asks how it went, and we reply that we didn't think anyone knew. It's almost four when we pull into a crowded strip mall lot, and exit the Beemer.
Lisa drops my wallet into my purse, hands it to me, and Molly actually compliments Lisa on grabbing the scarf. "Well, here we go, my pets!" Molly says with... A hint of nervousness?"
Lisa shoots a 'WTF?' look at me, and I return it, I've NEVER seen Molly nervous about anything before.
"Ma... Molly, can you hold up a second, I have a pebble in my shoe..." I say, just loud enough for her to hear. As she turns to face me I place my hand on her arm, and say, "are you ok? You seem nervous."
"I am... I shouldn't be, have no reason to be, but I am none the less." Molly says, surprising both of us.
"Why?" I ask, a bit unnerved by her honesty.
"It's a long story pet, maybe someday I'll tell you... Thank you for your concern, I'm fine" Molly says with a wan smile, as she caresses my cheek.
"How about the Cliffs Notes version? We still have a couple of minutes, Master." Master comes out in a whisper, for Molly's ears alone.
"Long story short," Molly says, touched by my compassion, "Roxy and I were friendly rivals all throughout high school. School became a game of who could one up the other, and in the end, we went too far... I went too far, and nearly destroyed our friendship. We're still friends, although it's strained, but we never outgrew our competitive nature."
"So she's done something you haven't beaten yet, and that makes you nervous?" I ask.
"She's skinny, happily married, and owns a chain of successful dress shops, and I'm just a single Social Worker carrying an extra thirty pounds."
"So, her marriage appears perfect on the outside, and she's gotten rich selling fantasy... While you remain single, and do much more important work helping people deal with reality, and champion a very worthy cause... What's more important, helping people, or getting rich?"
Lisa looks at me in awe, and says, "wow, that was impressive."
Molly's smile saddens a bit, "thank you for trying pet, but we both know I'm an unscrupulous Bitch, willing to use any and every method at my disposal to get what I want."
"It's never too late to change," I finish softly, and hug her.
Molly wipes a tear, and says, "it is for me... Well, shall we go slay the dragon?" In a false cheerful tone.
Molly takes a moment to compose herself, then leads us into Bri'Zan Couture Limited. I start to tense up when I see there are women shopping... Lots of them! Lisa discreetly takes my hand and squeezes it, "relax," she whispers, "they're all too busy fussing over Wedding and Bridesmaid dresses to pay any attention to you."
After a moment I see we get nothing more than cursory glances by the different parties, and relax. We follow Molly to the rear of the shop, and find an actual Hostess behind a podium, with a reservation book in front of her. The woman peers at us and say's, "how may I help you?"
"Molly Blake, I have a four o'clock appointment with Roxy."
"Ah yes," she smiles, "I'm Darby, let me mark you in and see if she's ready for you." Darby picks up her phone and holds a hushed conversation, after listening for a moment, she hangs up and smiles again.
"Roxy will be available in a moment, I'm afraid she's running behind due to Homecoming, and three October weddings, can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait?"
"That would be lovely, thanks," Molly says with a smile, and leads us to a small sitting area off to our left, next to the dressing rooms. "Remember to cross your legs, you're wearing a dress." Molly whispers before I have a seat.
Darby brings out a tray with three Styrofoam cups of coffee, sugar, and a small pint of Hazelnut half & half. Lisa prepares our coffee, and I take mine grateful for the warmth. Late September, and club dresses don't pair well, let me tell you! Molly excuses herself to use the bathroom, and as soon as she's gone Lisa turns to me and hisses, "What the fuck was that outside, have you gone mental?"
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"Comforting the Cunt! I can't believe you said that "much more important work helping people deal with reality, and champion a very worthy cause" bullshit! Are you going soft on her?"
"No, of course not, she looked like she needed a friend, that's all."
"She's fucking blackmailing you... Dumbass! She's made you her fucking slave!"
"So did you... Should I hate you too?" I say defensively.
"I, ah well, ah...That's different, I love you, she doesn't!"
"Listen, Goddess, you were right about her computer, she's encrypted and hidden files all over her hard drive... It's going to take a long time to go through everything, so I'm trying to kiss her ass to make this as painless for me as possible! Can't you see that? I'm getting close to my breaking point here!"
"Oh Chris," Lisa says in a worried tone, "you can't break, I won't let you! I'll do whatever I can to help you out, ok?"
"Thanks, let's hope it's enough... My fucking feet are killing me!"
Lisa giggles at that, drawing attention to us. "Sorry for laughing, but that's why you need to keep wearing heels until the Ball."
"Goddess, you're starting to really frighten me," I say, looking away.
"Why, baby?"
"Because I get the feeling you wished I was a girl, I'm starting to believe you'll leave me for a woman... Just like Sophie."
"Oh Baby, nooo, I swear to you... I admit I'm attracted to females, and feminine guys, but I wouldn't hurt you like that. I just think it's fun, and rebellious, and wild to go out with a guy who's willing to join me in nonconformity."
"But that's just it! I'm not like that! I like routine, order, discipline. I don't like to tweak my nose at "the Man," hell I work for him!"
"Shh Molly's coming, we'll continue this later."
Molly returns, and by her stride, it looks as if she's gotten her confidence back.
"Has Roxy stopped by while I was gone?" Molly asks, and Lisa tells her no. Molly glances at her watch, and walks back over to Darby. After a minute Molly returns and tells us Roxy is hip deep in a bridal party of ten, and that her assistant will be helping us.
A woman around forty five walks up and holds her hand out with a smile. "Molly? I'm so happy to meet you, Roxy has told me all about you... My name is Monica."
"Ut oh," Molly says smiling, "did Roxy have Darby poison the coffee?" Monica laughs a genuine laugh and says, "oh the stories weren't THAT bad, so what can we do for you today?"
"My... Friend Juliette here needs a gown for a Ball," Molly motions me to stand up, and I take Monica's proffered hand.
"My, just look at those legs, you must be what, five nine? Please, follow me." Monica leads us into a small conference room with a computer, and twenty seven inch monitor, mounted to the wall, round table, and six chairs.
"So Juliette, what did you have in mind, we have hundreds of dresses to choose from."
Oh shit, what do I do? Molly told me to remain silent, unless asked a direct question!
"Excuse me Monica? Can I talk to you a second?" Molly says, "girls, would you mind leaving the room for a moment?"
After Lisa and I step out of the room, Molly says, "Monica, I'm a licensed therapist, Juliette is, well to be frank, Juliette is a pre op male to female Transgendered person. As his therapist, I am working with him, to help him cope with the mental aspect of the transition."
"Interesting, I didn't even notice... But why are you telling me this?" Monica says in confusion.
"Well I was expecting to work with an old friend, who knew what I did for a living, and, I didn't know how you would react to a transsexual, my clients welfare is my only concern."
"Molly, be assured that everyone here at Bri'Zan are willing to work with anyone, regardless of sex. Everyone is welcome to shop here with confidence, and security. Our associates know to be discreet, they are paid good commissions to sell dresses, and referrals are the key to the success of an associate."
"Excellent, thank you for your policies regarding the community, once the word is spread, I'd expect your business to grow rapidly, there's more male to female cross dressers out there than you'd think, and they all long for a pretty dress."
Molly walks to the door and motions us is, we step into the room and sit as Molly closes the door and joins us.
"We'd like to see a Alyce 8882, when I spoke with Roxy, she said you have them in stock." Molly says with a smile. Monica types some commands into her keyboard, and the dress pops up on the monitor.
"Oh that's lovely," Monica beams, let's get you measured."
"Juliette... Juliette dear, can you follow me please?" Monica's words finally sink in, and I stand, unable to look away from the dress on the screen. It's long, black, and form fitting, with a Sweetheart bodice, and beautiful beadwork. Molly stands and takes my arm to guide me from the consultation room.
We follow Monica into a large dressing room and Molly leaves us. Monica is trying her best to keep me calm, and I wonder what she and Molly talked about.
"Juliette, I'm going to need you to take off your jacket and dress, are you ok with that?"
I nod and strip out down to bra and panties, and place my hands behind my back.
Monica measures me from shoulder to toe, inseam, hips, waist, and chest, making notes on a PDA. "Are those the shoes you're wearing to the ball?" She asks, studying her device, I nod, but she's not looking at me so I say "yes."
"They're quite lovely, they will go well with your dress, I'll be right back with the dress, ok?"
"That would be great, I say, trying to remain calm."
Monica returns carrying the dress, and once again I'm rendered speechless. Molly expects me to do justice to that?
"It is gorgeous, isn't it?" Monica says, and I can only nod. "The fitting would go better if you remove your bra Honey," she continues, "it wouldn't work with this style anyway."
I nod and reach back to unclasp my bra, I slip it off, praying my boobs stay is place... They do.
"Oh," Monica says in surprise, "I thought you had implants, they look incredible!"
"Thank you," is all I can think to say. Monica helps me into the dress, and zips up the back. She walks around me, eying me critically, giving a tug here and there, before taking a step back.
"It looks like we have to take it in a couple of inches at the bust, and hips, it's not quite as form fitting as it should be." She uses some pins to gather the material together, and the dress seems to envelope my body... "Take a look, Honey."
I turn and look at myself in the full length mirror, and the feeling of dirtiness returns. I swallow audibly, which Monica mistakes for awe, because she says, "I know, it's like it was designed just for you, let's go show your friends."
Monica takes me by the arm and leads me across the showroom, back to the conference room where Molly and Lisa are waiting. Every eye turns and watches me make the walk, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to stop myself from running out the door. I hear whispered conversations, and imagine everybody knows I'm a man, and my paranoia kicks into high gear.
Monica opens the conference room door and ushers me in before saying, "I'll give you girls some time to decide, can I bring you something to drink?"
"Water, please," I manage to croak, and Lisa nods, her eyes never leaving my dress. Molly is examining me as well, with a strange gleam in her eye.
"Well?" I finally say, spinning in a slow circle, hoping Molly changes her mind about the dress.
"Chris, you look absolutely fabulous! I really can't believe my eyes!" Lisa finally says, overcome with emotion.
Monica knocks and enters, carrying three bottles of water. "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted you to know I'll be busy for the next ten minutes, if you make a decision, just let Darby know."
I drain my water in two pulls, waiting for Molly to say something. When she finally does, it's not what I expect. "What do YOU think Christopher, you'll be the one wearing it."
"Ah Mas, er Molly, honestly, it's the prettiest dress I've ever seen, and I don't do it justice... I'm afraid I'll embarrass you, my sister, and myself if I wear it to the ball."
"What!" Lisa says, "that dress is YOU! I only wish I could find a dress that looked so good on ME!"
"I'm afraid she's right my pet, when I saw it online I kept telling myself you couldn't pull it off. I must have looked at eighty dresses, but kept coming back to that one, and now I know why."
"Master, no matter how much make up, or how good the prosthetic tits are, I'm still just a guy in a dress."
"That's right, and every other man at the ball will be just a guy in a dress, and every woman, a girl in a suit... That's the whole point."
"Then why go through so much trouble and expense to make me look like a woman?" I ask in confusion.
"Because it's a cause I deeply believe in, and I can't let myself give anything less than one hundred percent... Which means, as my escort, you will look as feminine as possible, and I shall look as masculine as I can, do you understand now?"
I get the same way with my projects at work, different strokes I guess. "You know, I do Master, it's all about the passion. I understand this perfectly now..." And with that, my fear subsides, nobody is expecting me to be a real woman, it's all an act. "Fair warning, I get the same way with MY work, once I start a project, I run balls to the wall."
Molly is smiling a genuine smile, and it lights up her face. "You already told me that pet, we'll just have to work something out... What do you say about getting a third and fourth opinion on the dress?"
"Roxy and Monica?" Lisa asks.
Molly shakes her head and say's, "Chris, where's your phone?"
"In my purse, Master, sorry Molly." I know what's coming, so I finish off my water as Molly removes my phone from the purse on the table. I stand up straight, and she grins. "Smile, pet, you wanna look happy for your sister." I manage a smile and Molly takes at least fifteen photos of me, front, back, and profile.
"I'm not sure if they're together, available to take calls, or they may be sleeping, Molly," I say in warning.
"Let's find out, make the call."
With a sigh I call my sister...
"Hey Bro, what's up?"
"Hey Sis, listen, I'm about to send you some pictures, I want you to download and look at them, then call me back. We should be home in forty five minutes or so."
"Where ya at?"
"You'll see, just look at the pictures, ok?"
"Alright... Can I show Soph?"
"She'll be pissed if you don't! Love ya."
"You in trouble?"
I laugh at that, "no Sis, we're shopping, call me later."
"Ok, love ya back."
"Why did you tell her to call you back in forty five minutes?" Molly asks peevishly.
I point my thumb at the door just before Monica, and another woman enter the room. Molly's all smiles now as she greets her old friend with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Monica says, "I was telling Roxy just how good Juliette looked in the dress, so she had to come see for herself."
Monica throws Molly a wink over Roxie's shoulder, and I know she didn't tell her boss my gender. Molly and Roxy gab for a few minutes before Roxy finally turns to me and say's, "let me have a look at you, it's not everyday we pair a girl with the perfect dress," then in a lower conspiratorial voice, "but don't tell my other clients that!"
"Uh huh, yeah, turn please, nice, do you have the alteration figures, Moni?" Roxy says, all business now.
"Right here, Boss," Monica hands her the PDA.
"Take in each alteration an extra half inch, this dress is supposed to hug every curve... Juliette, you look absolutely smashing, Dear, this dress is PERFECT for you, frankly I'm jealous!" Roxy winks to show she's kidding, and reaches up to adjust the bodice. Her fingers brush my breasts, and I see the shock flash in her eyes, but being the consummate professional she is, Roxy shoots me a quick smile.
Roxy turns to look at Molly, and I see amusement in Molly's expression. Thinking I better say something, I say, "thank you, Molly actually chose it for me."
My male voice coming from behind her startles Roxy, causing her to jump, and a hand to go to her breast. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate this, Monica has been fabulous... Needless to say, I'll take the dress."
"You... You're welcome," She says, turning back to me, "it is perfect for you... One of these days I'll get Molly to tell me how you do it." Roxy surprises me with a hug, which I awkwardly return. "Now, back to business, the alterations usually takes ten days, but we can expedite them if needed. I'll have Monica write up the ticket, it's been a pleasure meeting you?..."
"Chris."
"Chris, thank you for choosing us." with that, Roxy turns back to Molly and says, "let's go to my office and catch up."
I grab my purse and Monica leads me back to the dressing room, smiling all the way. Once again, all eyes fall on me as I walk across the showroom, did I see a flash of envy in one Girl's eyes?
Monica assists me in removing the dress, and with the buttons on Sophie's. "You are very brave, Chris. Most of our male clients book appointments on Tuesday or Wednesday mornings, to avoid other clients."
"Monica, I know you won't believe me but, I'm not a cross dresser, in fact this is the first time I ever wore breast forms. The real reason I'm here is because I lost a bet to Molly, and have to attend a charity ball as her escort."
"Forgive me but I find that hard to believe, you look so convincing!"
"That's because we visited a professional CD make over artist before coming here, and I've been practicing in heels for a week now, I'm really not Transgendered, not that it's wrong, but I didn't want you to get your hopes up of repeat business from me."
"Well, thank you for your candor, it must have been one helluva bet you lost."
"*sigh* Complete professional lawn care for a year." I say, and Monica laughs. "Now I think you're even braver than before... Do me a favor?"
"Sure,"
"When you're done with the dress, donate it to charity, it's such a lovely dress, and some underprivileged girl will come to cherish it." Moved by her request, I can only nod and give her a hug. We walk out to the counter where Monica writes up my bill, "It will be $625.44, and you can pay half now and the remainder after your final fitting on the eleventh."
"Can I just pay it all now?" I ask.
"Sure, if you like."
I give her my debit Visa, and she thanks me once again. I join Lisa in the sitting area, and we wait for Molly.
"So how does it feel to be the center of attention?" Lisa asks with a smile.
"Unreal, I feel like an animated robot with all this silicone attached."
Lisa laughs before saying, they look pretty fuckin real, Bimbo... Your sister sent you a text wondering where the pictures were, so I sent them, I hope you don't mind."
"Thanks, I was about to do that."
"Chris, are you ok... Really ok, it's been a long day for you."
"Yeah, I'm just really tired, and my feet are killing me."
"I mean mentally, you went through a rough period there outside of Rori's, and it looked like you were about to cry when you showed us the dress."
"Yeah, I'm ok... What Molly said about all the people at the ball made me realize that I don't have to become a woman, I just have to put one hundred percent effort into the act for one night only."
I miss Lisa's eyes narrow and her tight smile, because I'm looking down at the table. Molly joins us and asks if we're ready. We nod and head home, stopping for Mexican on the way. Carrie calls during dinner and I put it on speaker.
"Molly, that dress is GORGEOUS! I couldn't believe my eyes! And Chris, I knew you would turn out to be one sexy Bitch, your tits look so REAL, how did you do it?"
"Ancient Chinese secret," I deadpan, and Molly rolls her eyes.
"Hello Carrie," Molly chimes in, "I have a friend who works with CD's and she helped with the curves, I'm glad you approve of the dress, I had a feeling Chris would make it look good."
"Oh he does," Sophie chimes in, "And his curves! He's got quite a figure now, can't wait to see him in person... How did you get him to pierce his ears? I tried to convince him in school."
"He's an honorable man, he lost the bet, so he's living up to the terms. So when will you be back in town? Chris has a final fitting on the eleventh, that will be your last chance to see him before the Ball."
"Aw crap! We won't be back until the twenty second, unless our flight schedules change. I'll let you know, we gotta run, take care. Chris, love ya Bro."
"Love you too, bye."
"Well, that went well, now I'm going to take a nap, be back here by eight fifteen... You'll both be accompanying me to an event tonight. Lisa, make sure you're careful removing the forms, and Chris, leave your toy out."
Toy? Ah fuck! I left it on Rori's sink! "Ah Master, I kinda left the toy at Rori's..."
I'm expecting an explosion from her, but she narrows her eyes and says, "very well, it's time for a larger one anyway."
Shit!
"Master, can we use the hot tub? It's been a stressful day for Chris." Lisa asks.
"Yes, but no more than twenty minutes, then rest up for tonight."
"Yes Master..."
We step out onto the deck and I sigh. "What?" Lisa asks.
"I suppose you'll need to borrow a bathing suit, and I'll have to wear Sophie's again."
"Who needs a bathing suit? It's just us, go grab us some towels, and robes while I start the tub."
"Alright, can you unbutton me?"
Lisa starts giggling, "never thought I'd hear my BOYfriend ask me to unbutton his dress!"
"Oh what a kinky web we weave..." I quote as I run home to change. I quickly remove the wig, undress, throw on a pair of sweats, and grab the robes, towels, and a couple of beers. I feel totally weird running around topless, with my bimbo tits hanging out, but I don't own any shirts large enough to cover them, and I raided Sophie's wardrobe more than enough times since moving here. My bare feet are killing me as I head back to Molly's and join Lisa in the tub. She has a hungry expression on her face as her eyes never leave my chest.
"Want a beer?" I ask her as I settle in to the frothing water.
"No, I really don't like beer very much." She say's sidling up to me. She climbs into my lap, facing me, and pins my shoulders to the side of the tub. "I am so fuckin horny right now," she says as she leans in for a kiss. "I'm glad you didn't take your make up off."
"Ah Goddess?" I manage to get out before her tongue gags me. Her left hand grabs my hair while her right reaches between our tits to stroke my rapidly hardening cock. Once I'm hard she impales wet pussy on me, throwing her head back with a shudder, and letting her hands grab my tits.
"Oh Chris, you look so fucking sexy like this," she moans. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as she rides me. We both cum quickly, too quick for me to ask permission, and she lays her torso over mine to kiss me some more. After a final shudder, she rolls off me and sinks into the water neck deep to warm up.
"These are going to be a regular part of my wardrobe, aren't they?" I ask quietly after draining my beer.
"Oh yes," Lisa says with a Cheshire Cat grin. "But not every day, only on special occasions."
"Fuck!" I say under my breath, and Lisa chuckles. "I don't suppose you'll let me make cross dressing a hard limit?" It's a rhetorical question, and her smile tells me so.
We soak for another ten minutes before going to my place, Lisa reluctantly removes my tits, and helps me with my make up before fucking me a second time in my bed. It's six forty, so we decide to take a nap before the event, and we're both sleeping within seconds. The alarm wakes us at eight, and we grab a shower together. While we're dressing we receive a text from Molly ordering us both to wear our heels. I dress in my Dockers and Polo I started the day in, and Lisa dresses in her jeans, and sweatshirt, since that's all she has, and we go to Molly's. As we knock and enter, Molly is waiting for us in her study. My jaw drops at the sight of her, she's wearing a black leather skirt, matching bustier, black stockings, and her Louboutin's. Her make up is a bit on the heavy side, and she's donning crimson lipstick, and matching nails.
"Wow Master, you look... Dominating." I say, in awe.
"Thank you pet... Lisa, where are your heels?"
"Still in your car, Master, I'll change on the way, um are we dressed ok? You didn't give us a dress code."
"You're fine, both of you, Chris, go wait in the car while I have a word with Lisa."
I nod and walk out to the garage, wondering what she's saying to Lisa. Molly asks me to drive, and programs the GPS, I follow the device's instructions for about fifteen minutes before the area becomes eerily familiar. Once I turn into the industrial complex, I know where I'm going. I figure that Lisa's "friend's art studio" isn't a art studio after all. I pull into the rapidly filling lot and shut the car off. Molly turns and places her hand on my knee, holding me in place. "Pet, you and Lisa will be serving tonight, your uniforms will be provided, and I expect you to make me look good."
"I understand, Master..."
"I haven't finished! You will carry a tray of drinks or appetizers around the room, saying nothing unless asked a direct question. Inside there will be Dominants, slaves, and submissives. If a Dominant walks up to you and hands you a poker chip, you will allow them to clip a leash onto your collar, and you are to perform ANYTHING they require. All the Dominants here have been tested for STD's this past month, as have any slaves who are going to play, they all understand they are not to cause bodily harm."
I break out in a sweat, as my mouth goes dry. "Anything for any Dom?" I ask.
"You heard me... If I get ANY negative feedback, our relationship is done, and you will be arrested for rape, am I clear?"
I stare out the window, unable to speak. This Cunt is pimping me out, and doesn't care who I have to service!" The stress of the day catches up with me, and my body slumps, and I start shaking. Molly's left hand strikes my cheek, hard, and this brings me back.
"I asked you if I was clear!"
"Yes Master!" I growl.
Molly grabs a handful of my hair, and leans in close. "Am I detecting defiance here, slave?"
"No Master, I am yours to command."
Her hand twists my hair in a painful knot, "yes, you are! But sometimes I think you forget that! Do you need an advanced etiquette lesson tomorrow night?"
"No Master."
Her left hand yanks my head back, and her right closes around my exposed throat. "Are you sure about that?" Her hand squeezes and cuts off my airflow so I can only try to nod. She continues to squeeze until I start to see red, and my hands come up involuntarily to grab her wrist. She releases me and turns to Lisa.
"Lock his collar in place," and she climbs out of the car. Lisa whispers, "I'm sorry Baby," and locks a hot pink leather collar around my throat. Molly attaches a leash and leads us to the door.
"I though this was an art studio," I say as we walk across the lot. Molly smiles as she replies, "it is sort of, it's our clubhouse, or dungeon, for lack of a better term."
We walk into the lobby, and a young Lady is sitting behind the receptionist desk wearing a black French Maid's dress, with white lace trim. "Ms Blake, it's wonderful to see you again... Here are your chips, please sign Master Channer's registry." Lisa and I notice she completely ignores us, as she hands Molly five poker chips, with her initials already written on them.
Without a word to the girl, Molly leads me into the large room across from the bathrooms. "Lisa, pick a dress for our pet, and remember what I told you."
"Lisa says, "yes Master," as Molly walks out of the room. "Go ahead and take your clothes off, Baby." She turns to the rack of French Maid's dresses, and selects a black, with hot pink trim for me, and a black with white trim for herself.
"Oh, you got to be fuckin joking," I say, as she hands me the dress.
"Sorry Lover, Molly's orders... Ah, you need to take your panties off too."
"What? But this dress isn't long enough!" I say, holding the dress in front of me.
"I know... I'm sorry, but you have to do this." Lisa says sorrowfully. "Please, be strong for me."
Sighing with disgust I kick my panties off, and put on the dress. The ruffled hem stops mid ass, and leaves my groin completely exposed.
Lisa's almost in tears when she motions me to sit down, and applies hot pink lipstick to my lips. She applies it very thickly, and then seals it with long wearing sealer. She quickly changes herself, and I notice she keeps her panties on, and has applied crimson lipstick, that matches Molly's.
"I see you get to keep your panties." I say in a jealous tone.
"I'm not being punished, Baby, I won't be accepting chips either, only those with pink lipstick are to be used for that."
"God damn her! Didn't I do everything she asked today?" I say, close to tears again... And what exactly are you to her anyway?" I ask in an accusatory tone.
"I don't know Chris," Lisa says in a frustrated tone, "maybe she's easy on me because I'm a girl, or because she knows if she pushes me too far, I'll tell her to fuck off, damn the consequences! I don't have the answers your looking for Sweetie."
"Let's just go tell her to fuck off right now! She has no case against me without your testimony! What do you say?" I plead with her.
"Are you willing to take that chance? She still has the photos, and DNA... Even without my testimony, it's enough to charge you, she just changes the story a bit, calls it date rape, and tells the cops that I'm too scared to leave you."
"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!"
"Cmon Chris, we've cracked her computer, we're thisclose to nailing her, don't quit on me now."
Bowing my head in shame at what I'm about to do, I nod slowly, and we walk out to the warehouse...
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