HER total meekness by SENORLONGO

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I'm Donna, and I guess this is the story of how my sprightliness changed big clock time for the better. I had met my future husband just after he had started his commercial real number acres ship's company. He was engaging and suspect, but I could differentiate that he was also driven for success. We were married only a month after I had graduated with a bachelor's degree in clientele Administration, honeymooning in Maui for two idyllic weeks.

I'd had a job lined up, but I never went to go because I was four month pregnant with our daughter Lisa. Unfortunately, there was a problem with the delivery and I was advised to give my electron tube tied to avert another pregnancy. We weren't thrilled, but that's spirit."Que sera, sera—What will be, will be."We had one child and that would own to be enough.

Our first off five years together were incredibly happy clock time. Mark was a cocksure upbeat man who was loving and considerate and a with child Fatherhood. Then his business took off and he became obsessed with becoming fertile. He worked longer hours and he began to cheat on me. He became arrogant and overbearing, a narcissist who felt the solid globe revolved around him. The funny matter about his social occasion ; many of the women sought counselor from me.

Mark was forcing himself on the secretaries and salesgirl who worked for him. Other than having to spread their wooden leg for the boss all of the woman told me that they loved working for the company. The wage and benefits were too good to pass up. At household he became delinquent and often average, critical, and angry—screaming at our daughter Lisa and me -- for no apparent reason.

I'd had to a greater extent than enough. I was just about to proceed with an activity for divorce even though I knew that Mark would try to destruct me as he had done with many business challenger in the yesteryear. Then everything changed in my favor.

About four months ago one of those unfortunate women had told me about congressman from a larger international firm meeting with Mark several times over the past month."I don't know what's going on Mrs. Grayson, but they've gone over our book several meter. Do you think…can I get a transfer to another division so I don't have to be in so lots impinging with Mr. Grayson ?"That's what she told me and three weeks later she got her wish. Mark had sold the company for more than 85 million dollars. marker had become rich, but he was also now unemployed. This is where my tarradiddle begins.

Mark

I'd retired early—at 47, actually—when the business firm I'd begun had been sold to a huge competitor. Apparently, they thought it was flashy to buy me off than to look at with the lost gross revenue and node. I had beaten them loads of times. The sales agreement included a"no compete"article, thus my retirement.

I learned early on that one can only play golf so many times in a week so I had luck and lots of bare time on my hands. Those hands found their way into my underdrawers to pull and caress my rooster. That's what I was doing now, enjoying the ardent sensations as my cock erected, running my finger's breadth over the firm unyielding anatomy. I was in the household way, watching a baseball game—Red Sox vs. Yanks, with the Northerner winning—when my married woman, Donna. walked in. She'd caught me several times earlier in the week and I knew she'd catch up with me now—exactly what I wanted.

"Mark ! I swear, what the Scheol is awry with you ? This is the fourth time this hebdomad that I've caught you with your hands on your cock and its sole Thursday morning. Don't you have any self-control ?"

My face was down in apparent embarrassment as I replied."You don't know the half of it. Why don't you sit down so I can tell you ?"I patted the shock next to me and Donna sat, her hands in her lap. Turning to her I started to excuse :"I probably spend at least two to three hour a day stroking and rubbing my cock. I wake up early and stroke it for an hour or so. I don't do it to masturbate, although I can't deny that I do on occasion. I just like the way it feels. Then I do it during the day like now and again when I go to bed. Inferno, I even do it after we've made love which is as good, if not better, than ever since I retired. I don't seem to be able-bodied to control it. I need your help."

"My help ? How can I aid ? What could I possibly do ?"

"Ever hear of a cock John Milton Cage Jr. ?"I continued when she shook her question to secern me"no."“ depend it up online. You would be my keyholder. You would control admittance to my hammer and accession to my climax. That means that our dynamic would also change because you'd have me under your complete control. If you control my cock, you control me, too. You would handle everything. I'll agree to break one if you'll spill me so we can have sex the Saami three to four times a week like we do now."

She looked at me as if to ask a doubt, but rose from the couch to walk out of the room."Go ahead, Mark. You might as well keep on playing with yourself. I don't know what to do."That was the last I heard of the offspring for the next calendar month. During that time, she spent hours online when she wasn't volunteering at the fair sex's shelter in town.

You might think I was crazy, but I wasn't. I had become an extremely successful businessman because of my ability to analyze problems and arise successful strategy to solve them. I was also pitiless both professionally and in my common soldier life story, too. I had cheated on Donna wads of times in venom of my problem. My problem was that I had always harbored strongly submissive desires that I had hidden from Donna for to a greater extent than twenty eld and I had no mind how to broach the subject now. I thought I might be able to force the offspring this way. I was just feeling that I had failed when Donna called me to the bedchamber one afternoon more than five workweek later.

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Donna

"seminal fluid in and take off your clothes, stigma,"she told me and the tone of her voice told me she was deadly life-threatening. Nonetheless, I was confused and I guessed that my brass showed it."I believe you take heed me, Mark. You asked me for help and I'm about to leave it to you. Take your clothes off now and close down them neatly on the chair."

Mark had no theme what was going on, but did as I asked, although I was sure that he didn't think that"asked"was quite the appropriate term. Once he was naked, I positioned him at the bottom of our present-day four-poster bed and reached under, pulling a wrist handlock that I attached tightly to his arm.

There was a melt off Mexican valium attached and I threw that over the top trave before tying it off to its Twin Falls on the bottom. less than a minute later his early arm was secured tightly over his school principal. Ankle cuffs enabled me to fan out his legs until they were painfully wide apart.

As if to emphasise his helplessness, I reached to seize his scrotum and overstretch it down. It was uncomfortable, I was sure, but not terribly painful. I held his nut tightly while I spoke."I really have been quite meddlesome ever since our big discussion, print. I learned a lot. I'd never heard of a dick cage so I found the subject amazingly new and interesting. I would never possess imagined that there would be so many ways to hold in a man's orgasms.

"I found a lot to read, too. The sites with fiction were gimcrack, of form, but I was able-bodied to find several blogs by dominant char and even a few chat rooms. The charwoman there were very helpful. All of the woman I chatted with convert me that you really wanted to be caught playing with yourself. As I thought about it, I realized that they were right. You could possess easily hidden what you were doing, but you didn't. When I asked why they told me that you wanted me to control your orgasms and that only an extremely submissive man would want that.

"That gave me even more enquiry, but my new friends pointed me in the compensate direction. I've even met with a few of them for lunch several multiplication. I'm surprised your spike weren't electrocution. You were the topic of discussion every time.

"So, Tell me—did you want me to catch you ? tell apart me the truth. I think you owe me that much, at least."

If Mark thought his face was red with embarrassment, he would have been right, but I was not going to be deterred. This was the second that I knew he both wanted and feared—his instant of truth. I waited a few bit before asking,"well ?"

"Yes,"he barely whispered."I did. I wanted you to catch me."

"So, are you telling me that you want me to dominate you—to completely control your every waking present moment for the rest of your sprightliness ? Because if we go this route, I'll do it right. I'll make you my abject slave."

Again, he spoke in what was barely a whisper as he finally admitted the verity of his desires."Yes, I want to service you. I want you to control me and overtop me."

"wellspring, my new friends tell me that you've probably hidden these feelings—this compelling need in your psyche—for many eld. That's true, too, isn't it ?"

He hung his heading again as he admitted the truth."Yes, I was afraid—afraid you'd hate me and divorce me when I needed you so much."

"Very well ; I'm prepared to receive your needs. I've been told that I'll be able to address all of my needs, as well. I'll be right back."I walked into the passkey bath, returning a few second gear later with a large bath towel and a plastic box. I spread the towel between his infantry and pulled a warm wash textile from the box. In a min I had washed and warmed his entire crotch area. side by side, I spread shaving cream over the entire area from just below his navel down almost six column inch onto his thighs.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you to outride perfectly still while I run this razor over your abdomen, cock and clod. I have no use for a eunuch."He remained still and five mo later he was as marginal as a baby. Then I moved behind him and shaved the area around his asshole before removing all of the hair on his keister cheeks. I finished my work by applying a solace lotion with a feminine scent over the full area.

Moving to his left incline I gripped his cock firmly with my decently handwriting and began to stroke him, tightening my grip and increasing my speed until he spurted several clip into my odd hand. Now I lifted both mitt to his mouthpiece."We have a new rule, score. If it comes out of a peter it goes back into your mouth. That means that you'll clean my hands, my pussy, or even my ass if I'm in the modality. Wherever…you'll lap up it clean. Now's a dandy sentence to start."I was sure he found the idea disgusting, but he had agreed to do me so he opened his mouth to clean all of his seminal fluid from my hands.

I returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth that I used to thoroughly wash his cock and balls. Once I had dried them, I pulled a plastic bag from my W.C.. In it was a custom-made cock cage from a firm in England. In add-on to the usual hoop and tube there was also a scrotal clasp below the ring that would tightly secure him, stretching his scrotum until the peel was tight and translucent over each of his orb. Even more important, they would be held securely in place by the little oval indenture in the clasp.

I put his balls and shaft into the device. In his excitement I was sure he would not note how wooden-headed the scrotal clutches really was. It held a very extra surprise for my knuckle down husband—one I'd enjoy using over and over.

"I've been preparing for this day for week Mark. You're stuck in sexual abstention now until I decide to let you out. Yesterday, while you were playing golf, I had a safe installed in my W.C.. It's not huge, but it weighs more than 150 pounds. It's held in place by three heavy-duty screws that go through the hardwood floor into a cylinder block of solid oak underneath. Any attack to demote into it will cause four bolts to seal the door. That's where I'll keep open the key.

"You mentioned that the moral force between us would change once you were in sexual abstention. I think that was a truly prophetic program line. I'll be right hand back."A arcminute later the only keys to mark's sexuality were safely locked away behind more than a half inch of upstanding brand. I was just about to lay down some linguistic rule for scar when the doorbell rang. Checking my watch, I saw that Marianne brownness, an lawyer recommended by my dominant female person friends, was at the door with the document I had requested.

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I had pretended that I had never heard of a cock cage, but, in truth, I'd been praying for an chance to shut away Gospel According to Mark up for years. He had been an extremely successful man of affairs, but he had also been an chesty overbearing whoreson and a serial cheater. I had been so pissed off at his go affair—the last of XIV that I knew of -- that I was set to disassociate him even though I knew that he would try to destroy me. Telling me that he would accept a cock John Milton Cage Jr. was the solution to all of my problem, something fool would con in a few transactions and something he would larn to regret.

I welcomed Marianne with a sincere hug and kiss on her face. She was an

ardent believer in female domination. Her married man had stopped working three years ago so he could transition into a shemale slave—exactly what I had planned for Mark. I knew I would cheat on him repeatedly long before that was done.

In the sleeping accommodation I introduced Deutschmark to Marianne."Marianne, this is my husband who has just agreed to be my slave."

"How worry,"Marianne proclaimed."I'll have all of the report set for his signature in a moment."She placed her briefcase on the bed and withdrew a thick file. In the meantime, I had pulled a clipboard from my dresser.

Placing the first set of documents onto the clipboard, I said,"Mark, this is a argument that you have agreed to be my slave. I may need it if you get upset sometime when I have to penalise you. It will protect me from the police. It states quite simply that you will be my slave and that I have your permission to do with you as I wish. This will enable me to meet all of your need and wishes. It says that you are doing this freely and without any compulsion or duress."I held it up as I loosened the rope on his mighty wrist. He could sign, but not really read the document which was somewhat more severe than he thought. Essentially, it stated that he was willingly forfeiting all of his human and husbandly rights in order to hold out his fantasy as my absolute slave.

"This succeeding one transfers much of your dimension to me. Everyone knows that slaves can not own property and you're no exception. Don't concern, this is merely a formality. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you, darling."He signed willingly.

"This next document is for a name alteration for both of us. I'm reverting to my maiden name and you're going to be Marcie Elizabeth Jacobs. Yes…I plan to effeminise you. Once again, this is really a formalities because as a slave you won't be driving anywhere and you no longer own a car. When you are feminized, the epithet ‘ Mark'just won't study. I think you'll be beautiful as a aphrodisiac she-male, don't you ?"Mark seemed unconcerned as he signed the documents.

There were several more, most dealing with Mark's wide property holdings—DMV build for his cars and gravy holder and transfer of ownership for his respective properties—several houses that he rented and a small strip mall with seven revenue-producing stores, as well as a sixty-unit garden apartment complex that was always fully rented. Marianne notarized everything before removing her television tv camera which had recorded the stallion transfer of power. At the door, Marianne flashed me a huge smile as she said,"Nice going, Donna—extremely well done. You got everything you wanted which is absolutely everything he had including his life history. I'll brand copy for you and, of line, I'll keep the original in my rubber. When are you taking him to the farm ?"

"I'm planning on Sat forenoon. I'll clean up Lisa on the way. I'm trusted she'll get a big charge out of seeing her pitiful excuse for a father locked up and in a cage."Marianne laughed and told me she'd be there—first to see my buckle down hubby made ready for training and lastly for the monthly merging of the dominant allele cleaning woman's league. I was automatically a member now that I had a slave for a spouse.

"The food is great and we can always get the slave to eat us out after lunch, or before lunch, or even during. Don't infliction to wear pantie ; they'll just be in the way !"She laughed for a minute and I joined her before she continued."I'm looking forward to meeting your daughter—another hereafter member, I hope."We shared another gag and I returned to my new slave.

St. Mark was smiling when I returned."Having fun,"I asked."Well, we'll see."I loosened the ropes holding his arms, but once they were low enough, I used a set of handlock to secure them behind his back. Then I locked a pinko leather collar around his neck and led him to the bathroom by a pink leather leash.

"On your knees, Marci. We might as well get used to your new name. Here, let me help you. Rest your top dog on this towel and relax. Starting today you'll begin every day with three enemas. I want you to be completely cleanse inside and out. You can wait to throw your arse, what I'll often refer to as your boy pussy, stuffed with bigger and heavy ballyhoo. We'll deal with your outdoor after we finish with the enemas."I filled the bag with warm water and hung it from the top of the cascade stall. I lubed up the anal retentive cut-in and pressed it nursing home, holding it in place while I released the H2O. I could see her venter distort and swell as the water filled her bowel. Once she was full-of-the-moon, I allowed her to void the smelly chocolate-brown mess. Then I repeated until the water ran sack up. By then she was exhausted. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't.

I donned a set of rubber gloves, the kind often used to wash off cup of tea, and rubbed a abrasive thick gel over her intact torso. I had first placed a shower cap over her hair and bather'goggles over her heart. This was a caustic industrial long suit depilatory that would dismiss her organic structure hair and start the process of killing the hair follicles. That process would be completed while she was in breeding. I had a few John Major surprisal for her there, too.

After drying her I led her to the living room where I seated her on the floor between my wooden leg."You'll find that I no longer wear panties. They'll just get in the way. This is where I'll want you—sitting between my peg and staring at my naked pussy. I've shaved that, too so you won't get hair in your oral fissure when you lick me to orgasm after sexual climax. You can get down now. After three I'll want you to lick my anus and push your tongue in as deeply as possible. My new booster have told me that the impression is exquisite. I can hardly wait, but first—EAT ME !"

Mark/Marcie hesitated so I pulled a short horseback riding craw out from behind the cast pillows and gave her two straightaway swats on her butt. She screamed in cushion and surprise as the harvest left two red welts—one on each brass. Truthfully, I'd never had more fun. Then I changed my mind as Marcie began to eat my pinnace tissue paper on the way to my first all-consuming orgasm. After my third I allowed my striver to rest a bit before forcing her to tongue my SOB. I had to admit that my supporter were right—the sense datum of her tongue in my bowel were exceeded only by the power of the sexual climax that followed. I rested a bit before thinking that my striver could use a drink.

I led her to the rain shower then removed the leather collar."One of your jobs will be to require my weewee on need. Don't afford me that look. You're a fucking striver ! You do what I tell you to do. Or, maybe you'd prefer a 12 with the craw. I have another in the bedroom. tell me, Marcie."She knelt, looked up, closed her optic, and opened her mouth. I pressed my bitch against her lips and let go. Of form, I didn't think she would get all of it. That's why we were in the shower stall. Her punishment for spilling more than half onto my legs was a long insensate shower.

She lay there in a shivering agglomerate while I toweled my peg dry. Then I pulled her up and dried her body with the already wet towel."You'll have to get much intimately at that Marcie. We have some time before lunch so I think we should address your punishment. I'm not punishing you for playing with yourself. You had all of these slavish feelings for years—probably as far back as when we met and you never said a Holy Scripture. That's lying by omission, Marcie. You know how I feel about lying, don't you ? Well, you should. How many prison term have I addressed your Trygve Halvden Lie about all of your affairs ? Too many, I think. Anyway, you'll get one swat for each year. We've been married for 25 eld and we dated for three class before that so I owe you twenty-eight."

I had moved her back to the pes of the bed and pulled her arms up tightly behind her back and her legs as far apart as I dared before showing her the instrumental role of her punishment—a twelve-inch wooden rule."I think you're going to need this ball gag. I'm sure you'll appreciate the mild leather formal. It will stay fresh you quiet without really stretching your jaws.

"I doubt that you've noticed this bar over your scrotum, Marcie. The company calls it a scrotal clasp. There are two big curves in the metal that will hold your balls in place when I hit them. That will help with my aim, don't you think ?"I could tell that Marcie was having second intellection about becoming my slave. Wait until Saturday morning !

Once the ball gag had been tightly fastened in berth, I gave her the first swat. On her thigh it wouldn't have been much, but on her left ball it left quite an impression. She screamed and thrashed around for almost a minute before I hit her again on the early side. spine and Forth I went until she had taken all 28. By then her egg were violet and swollen to roughly triple their pilot size. I wasn't worried ; my dominant protagonist had told me that testicles, while extremely terrible when struck were also unbelievably resilient—almost indestructible, in fact. I took an ice bag from the freezer in the kitchen and held it up against her injure scrotum before I made a sandwich for my lunch and poured one-half of a can of cold canned chili into a dog's bowl for my slave. She was overweight and was now on a diet. That was just one of the 1000 of decisions I would make about and for her in the future.

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The succeeding two days passed mostly the same way. I kept Marcie handcuffed, even when she slept on the storey. Then her ankle was chained to the bed frame, too. By Sat dayspring she was doing secure at taking my urine, but she still had a long way to go. I had continued her clyster and had filled her rectum with one of several butt plug. This morning I forced a fairly tumid plug into her ass. It was three inches at the widest part and one at the cervix. She'd be able-bodied to manage much more by the meter her training was completed.

After I had eaten a get down breakfast, I placed her pink collar around her neck opening, attaching a dissimilar leash this time. It was made of chromium-plate steel link about an inch in diameter that would get in handy once I led Marcie out to the Escalade. The tailgate was up and inside was a big dog cage, four feet long by three wide and three luxuriously. Marci balked at getting in, but I had that covered. A low remote control triggered a terrific galvanic jounce to Marcie's lump causing her to holler into her gag and gloam to the floor where she lay in a fetal perspective for respective minutes.

"Get up now, Marcie, and climb into the coop. This remote control has ten context. That jolt was only number two. Want to try it again at level five or six ?"Marcie was beaten. She crawled into the cage and I locked the threshold. After climbing into the driver's hindquarters, I knelt and opened a low panel on the cage's front wall. I pulled the leash until Marcie's head was only an inch from the batting cage's bars. Once the leash was pulled taut, I placed a link where it could be locked to the cage's side by way of a hasp and padlock. Then I turned in my seat and draped a gravid blanket over the batting cage so Marci would be unable to see where we were going and nobody would be able to see her from outside.

"We have a farseeing trip ahead of us, Marci. Our final exam destination is only XV miles away, but we have to have another stop first and that's two minute away. take yourself comfortable…well, as well-heeled as you can. Oh…I'm going to enjoy having you as my slave. I'm just going to fuck it !"I started the big SUV then and opened the service department door. A hour later I was driving away from what had been our base, but was now all mine, just as my passenger was my attribute now, too. My only regrets were that I would sorely miss the dozens of orgasms Marci had given me over the past three days with her tongue. I thought that the use she would incur during her training would probably enable her to lick me for hours every day. That alone would micturate all of this worthwhile.

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I made a earphone call when I was about twenty minutes out."Hi, baby—I just pulled off the interstate."

"Okay, Mom—I have my bag packed and I'll meet you in front of the sorority house. I can't wait to see your new ‘ acquirement'and I'm looking forward to meeting your new friends."

"I hope you're dressed appropriately."

"I am, Mom ; top that shows my cleavage and a short-circuit skirt with no panties, plus I just shaved there a few second ago. I'm looking forward to using some of those hard worker you've been telling me about."She laughed and ended the yell. I drove with a big smiling all the way to my daughter's sorority. She was changing her gens, too. She was my girl. The male in the cage had donated his spermatozoan, but almost nothing since. He missed her elementary schooltime bid, her middle school terpsichore and her graduation, claiming he had to work. I learned later that he spent those days in endurance contest fucking Roger Sessions with one big-titted bimbo or another. The story was the same for her Senior Prom and her luxuriously schooltime gradation. Lisa and I were in all of the photos on those affair, but her"don"was notably absent—just as he'd been absent from most of her liveliness. Lisa wanted revenge on Marcie almost as a lot as I did.

She was waiting for me on the sidewalk. I took her small duffle, wedging it between the cage and the side of the vehicle. Lisa hugged and kissed me before we drove away, back to our small city and beyond into what had once been the home of many farms. Now there was only one even though there were no crop growing and no animals there. Instead, the b and warehousing buildings had been changed into soundproof training installation for the hard worker of dominant woman. I grinned then because I was now one of them.

Lisa sat quietly for about half an hr until her curiosity got the undecomposed of her and she turned to search under the cover."fountainhead, well…look who's here ! Hi, Marci—a new public figure for a new slave lady friend, eh ? I like the look of your new jewelry—stainless steel, a great combination of style and utility. I just love that scrotal clamp that Mom got you. Has she shocked you yet ? I sure hope so. I don't think I could hate anyone as practically as I hate you. You missed all of the important things in my aliveness, and for what ? So you could drive yourself on some poor defenseless adult female ? You really disgust me."She lowered the blanket and I gave her a clenched fist swelling as we both laughed hysterically.

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There was security department at the farm just as there was every early day. I stopped at the gate and showed my permit. The guard, a tough-looking woman whose armorial bearing screamed"military,"checked it carefully before looking on a clipboard for my name. Her demeanor changed when she saw that I was an invited guest."I see you're dropping off a package, Ms. Jacobs. Go straight ahead to building five and twist left. I'll call ahead so someone will be there to greet you and we'll have two strong striver there to manage your package. Welcome to the club…you too, young lady. You're never too Danton True Young to get word how to handle a male."She smiled and opened the galvanising gate for us.

Driving down the gravel road I followed directions and found myself in front of a humble low building. There we were met by a char in a white lab coating and two hefty young men, naked if not for the stainless steel surrounding their crotch, thick opprobrious leather collars around their pharynx, and hiking boots on their invertebrate foot. I parked where directed and raised the tailboard. The two males approached and spoke respectfully,"Morning, Ma'am ; may we take bursting charge of your John Cage ?"

They manhandled it easily onto a roll weapons platform on the concrete walk once I had given permission, rolling it toward the entrance, then I approached the cleaning lady who introduced herself as Dr. Perkins.

"I'm so pleased to meet you Donna…you too, Lisa. We're always pleased to get new fellow member. I have here a inclination of possible treatments and training measuring rod for you to opt from. Do I understand that she has been having enemas every dayspring ?"

"Yes, physician. We started Wednesday morning, right after I took possession of my property. I'd like for that to continue, if possible."

"Not only is it possible, it's the opt regimen. Before I forget, I'll need the Florida key. I hope you remembered."I took them from my purse. Marci would get to cum often, but I doubted she'd really love it all that a lot. That was the foremost matter we discussed. I liked what Dr. Perkins—Sally—suggested, so I agreed.

"Feminization ?"

"Oh, yeah—Mark always complained that my titty were too small so I'd like her to have got some really big 1, as big as her body and hide can handle, nails and hair, too."We had an agreement half an hour later and I gave her the routing and account phone number to a special bank account I had opened specifically for this purpose. This training and surgical process were extremely expensive, but I could easily yield it and I was sure the results would give me everything I wanted in my slave.

Lisa and I walked over to Marci in her cage."You really were a stupid person fool, Mark. This time your arrogance has done you in. I was about to sue for divorce when you told me about the shaft cage. I'm not an changeling, you know. I've known about them for class, ever since I first learned about your occasion. Getting you into chastity was all I needed for my plans to issue forth together. You'll spend the adjacent two months here, first with a few surgeries and later with combinations of mind-altering drugs and hypnotic recordings to regulate you into a cum-craving sporting lady. I'm told you will issue forth often during your education, but you'll experience excruciating bother every clip you do. Soon you won't be able-bodied to distinguish between pain and pleasance. Of grade, you'll eat every drop from your turncock and from other cocks, too as you become an accomplished cocksucker.

"Best of all, you'll call up your prior life, but you won't be able to do anything about it. You'll hate yourself for sucking cock, but your craving for sperm will be so heavy it will be an overwhelming compulsion—something you just have to have. You'll also crave eating pussy and getting fucked in your ass—so much that you'll live to drink the semen that drips from your own ass. Good thing you'll have those day-to-day enemas.

"After the meeting Lisa and I will go habitation to tamp up all of your clothes for Goodwill. Tomorrow, after I've driven Lisa back to shoal, my boyfriend will be moving in. That's right field, while you've been forcing those poor people cleaning woman to become bed bimbos, I've met someone who really cares for me. He's a lawyer who works with the women's shelter and -- yes—I have already cuckolded you several times. He's the Same age as me and he's bigger than you and a much skilful lover, too. relish your preparation, Marci !"Lisa and I laughed crazily as we walked away.

While I was speaking, Dr. Perkins had opened the cage's room access and given Marci her first injection. There would be hormones, especially monolithic Department of State of estrogen for Marci, but her testicle would still bring about fate of testosterone because I wanted her to cause womanly skin, coxa, and ass yet still be constantly horny and scotch. I thought it would be a just punishment for all the year of cheating and all of the embarrassment I'd been forced to endure. Marcy could bear the episodic sexual climax, but her cock would never forget her turncock cage. I had a huge strap-on I'd bought for that purpose. Even then I'd clinch her tit or take aback her balls—no climax without excruciating painful sensation !

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The get together and luncheon were everything I had hoped they would be. I introduced Lisa to Marianne Brown University and she in round introduced us to many of the other fair sex although I already knew several from my work at the fair sex's shelter, clubs or charity I'd been involved in. Three were members of my church. All were ardent supporters of female person domination, just as they kept their hubby in virtue and had taken younger and better endowed lovers."I haven't done housework of any variety for more than twenty years,"one woman told us,"and we can't afford a maid."We all laughed as we took our seats for the luncheon. I had two orgasms during luncheon and my hot young daughter had endured three as we enjoyed an excellent ***********ion of cold centre, cheeses, and mollusk with bread and rolls and a assortment of salads. Lisa and I also enjoyed various spyglass of an first-class Chardonnay.

We left at three, waving warmly to the sentry go at the gate. Marci would be here for two months or longer until her training was completed, but I would total every two workweek to consult with Dr. Perkins and to observe Marci behind a two-way mirror where she couldn't see me. My first visit was an eye opener, for for certain. Marci owned the giving pair of tits I'd ever seen. Her bra was an engineering wonder which exposed her tit for nipple clinch torment every sentence she was masturbated. That happened three times during my two-hour visit. I noticed another change three week later—Marci's glossa had been pierced three times front to back so that she lisped terribly whenever she spoke, which was rarely. Her lips had also been treated so they were big and puffy, perfect for blowjob. I saw her give four during my visit. She swallowed every drop, yet craved even more.

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Marci

roll in the hay ! This wasn't going anything like I had planned. My twat wife had put me into sexual abstention, using a heavy John Milton Cage Jr. that severely stretched my scrotum and this dayspring I learned why. The fuck thing was designed to shock the snake pit out of my balls. The jar I had received was enough to paralyze me for several minutes before she forced me to cower into a flaming dog Cage.

Now I was in some kind of slave training adeptness. Even with the mantle over the coop I could see that protection was tight. There was no opportunity of safety valve from the Escalade with my hands cuffed behind me and my head chained to a hasp at the presence of the cage.

I had thought that I might be able to run when they transferred me from the John Cage, but they'd view of everything. I felt a shot in my rear while Donna and Lisa were berating me. It didn't knock me out, but I found that I couldn't ascendence my muscles. I couldn't stand up on my own when they released me, let alone run away. nooky ! I was so have sex !

They led me to the eye of what appeared to be a cascade room, my carpus still locked behind my back. There my carpus were fastened to a chain hanging from the ceiling. It was all I could do to stand as they were pulled up toward the ceiling. Once in this berth my leg were pulled apart by two flimsy ropes. I stood there hunched over and totally helpless while a shower cap was drawn over my pass and swimming goggles placed over my eyes. I was suddenly bathed in what I thought was the same thick white goo that Donna had used on me. The only difference—this was even thicker and they used even more. Twenty minutes later one of the Male striver used a hose to wash the atrocious goo from my body. My skin glowed a deep pink once it had been removed and my skin burned terribly until a warm perfumed application was spread over my entire body.

I was led ( dragged ) to another room where I was seated and my headspring was clamped into place. Once my ears were swabbed with alcohol, they were pierced three times with two scantling placed into the upper two holes and a farsighted gaud placed into the modest. My tongue was pulled out and held in station by a vise hairgrip by one white-jacketed technician while another pierced my tongue. Three piercings were placed along the length of my clapper and they were filled with large heavy gold studs that were permanently glued into place.

Next were my eyebrows which were plucked and permanently tattooed over my eyes. That was followed by lasting eye trace. The final treatment was to my back talk. They were thickened with something that was injected.

"Perfect,"the technician said."Now you're quick to give your first blowjob…well, in a day or two when the pain sensation goes away."Then she chuckled."Unless your schoolma'am has already given you that chance. No matter…soon you'll crave cock and the fluent succulent flavor of seminal fluid. The mere sight of a severely tool will put you on your knees in anticipation."Then she released my question and I was led to another dog coop. I was able to kneel with my headspring through a circle at one end. No sooner was my read/write head through the hole than two alloy rod were pushed over and under my neck to hold my headland in place. I felt like an brute in a pen.

"You'll get used to it soon enough. Now…here is your water on the left—the lily-white cock -- and your victuals on the right—the big black dick. Just suck on the dildo and you'll get what you need. Of class, the harder you suck, the More you'll get. Today you'll need to take in three in of the dildo, but by week's end you'll be deepthroating. Take note of these two speakers. I'll inject you with hypnotic drugs various times each day to make you more sensory to the suggestions you'll hear for at least xvi hours a day. Okay, here's your shot for tonight."

I felt the intoxicant swab on my ass followed by the injectant. There must cause been a lot of it because it seemed to take forever. I became drowsy as the utterer droned,"My name is Marci. I used to be a successful businessman who cheated repeatedly on my wife. That's why my clit is locked up. All I want now is to serve her in every possible way. I love to worship her kitty-cat and her ass, but I live to lactate cock and toast cum. I love the preference and texture of semen as it rolls over my tongue. I can never get adequate dick or enough come. I fall to my knees to take a hard cock oceanic abyss into my mouth and throat whenever I see one."On and on it went—over and over—and the mesmeric drugs I was given made me conceive every word was dependable. I heard that and more than for hr every day and every night until it was part of who I was.

That night my cock cage was removed and replaced with a cloggy ring made of stainless steel that fit onto my scrotum just above my balls, stretching the scrotum until the skin around my balls was glistening and translucent. The weight of it was enough to cause my lump to hurt terribly, but that wasn't the one-half of it. The technician tested it, giving my balls a horrendous electrical shock that would have got forced me into a fetal position if I had been capable to move. Next a device like a milker on a cow's udder was attached to my cock. Its trembling stimulated me to an erection then to an orgasm. As the orgasm neared, the shocks on my balls became stronger and substantial and when I finally came the annoyance was excruciating. I momentarily recalled Donna's remark about cumming often, but only while experiencing serious pain. My seed was saved and pumped up to the water system dildo. I soon learned to salute it quickly to invalidate an even tough shock than the one that accompanied my ejaculation.

I had hated the theme of sucking on a dildo for food or urine, but I was thirsty and hungry. Donna hadn't given me anything to eat or drink this sunrise and my hunger was dread. I hadn't realized how cruel she could be. I tried only the slightest touch in the hope of getting a drink, but aught happened. It wasn't until I gave it a level-headed suck that I was rewarded with a cool mouthful. After that I found it well-to-do to drink. I sucked that big dildo like my life sentence depended on it—and I guessed that it did. Little did I realize that I was also sucking in more and more drugs to make me compliant and susceptible to post-hypnotic proffer. My"food"was a thick spread that tasted like some kind of yield like hemangioma simplex or raspberry. I had to nurse forcefully to get it out of the big black cock.

My handler returned some hours later to severalise me that the food and water were shut down for the night."You know the rule—nothing to eat or fuddle after midnight when preparing for surgery. Do try to get a little sleep, dearie."She turned out the lights and closed the door behind her. My recorded message played all dark, even when I fell into a shallow nap that ended early the fall out morning.

I felt that I had to strike a news leak badly, but my handler had already thought about it, the"milker"was removed and she pushed a long catheter up my phallus into my bladder. I assumed that I wouldn't be cumming again anytime in the quick future—not until my surgery was completed. I was released from the coop and forced to back out. Then I stood momentarily until I was placed onto a gurney and strapped into place so I couldn't move. I doubted that I could have moved much anyway after being cramped in the cage all night.

An IV was begun just below my left wing cubital joint and I started to palpate groggy. That was the cobbler's last affair I felt until I awoke some 60 minutes later. My case and neck were heavily bandaged with only a tiny yap over my sass. I felt a labored weight on my chest, my extra-large breasts, no dubiety. right field on cue, my manager appeared with a stubble."Just charter a little beverage, favorite. Everything went exactly as planned. You have the most incredible mammilla now. All the women will be so covetous and your sass have been finished now, too. Anyone who sees you will know that you just live to take up cock and swallow semen. Here, take another potable. It's your very own seed from last night. Oh, I can

see that you love it already. You'll do great at your first party. All of our habitue male striver have been saving it up just for you. There are nine of them, all in sexual morality, just like you'll be eventually. Until then you'll cum over and over, confusing the pain in the ass in your testicle with the pleasure of your orgasm. I've seen it plenteousness of times, but you're the best—a material natural. Once we have you programmed, you'll suck cock better than any very woman. I saw you last Night. You had to take in three column inch, but you took five and you looked like you were really enjoying it. Like I said—a real natural."

She left me alone then and I rested. There were no windows in the room and no clock so I had no estimate of the time, not that it mattered. Time has no meaning for a slave and that's what I was going to be—a mindless bimbo cock-sucking slave. Why ? Why had I dreamed of anything like this ? What the shtup was wrong with me ? Even as I thought this, the message began to play in my ears.

It wasn't long before my opposition faded into debris. When questioned, I always responded that"my public figure is Marci and I am a cum-loving sissy slave for my mistress—Mistress Donna. I live to serve her in every way I can. Her pleasure is why I am alive."As Donna had told me, I still remembered being a successful businessman, but that life was of no grandness to me. It meant no more to me than an ant on the patio. I began to live my life as Marci, the slave maid.

I came often—five or six times every day—but without fail, every climax and every ejaculation were accompanied a strong seismic disturbance to my lump and/or extremely nasty clamps on my nipples. After a month I couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure. All I knew was that I wanted to booze that delicious semen.

I had advanced quickly on the dildos that provided my water and solid food and within a week I could easily look at six inches of the thick cocks into my mouth. I was tutored daily on how to deepthroat and within a month I was ready to give Linda Richard Lovelace a run for her money. I loved feeling the hot house flesh in my mouth, washing the hot tissue with my knife until I got my reward—thick Mexican valium of pleasant-tasting cum deposited onto my welcoming clapper. I gladly gave blowjobs to the male person slave, taking their hard, thick erections and stimulating them with my mouthpiece and tongue until they gave up their fatheaded creamy hoarded wealth. I never wasted a drop, usually licking several droplets that had fallen onto the floor before pulling out the final droplets from their wilting cocks.

I learned to treat all charwoman as goddesses, falling to my genu to kiss their feet when they entered a room. I couldn't wait to show my homage to my mistress and her daughter.

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Donna

Lisa and I left the meeting and drove home, planning our disposal of my soon-to-be ex's clothes."I have lots of big black trash purse in the garage, Lisa. I think that's all we really need…no sense in carefully folding everything. I do think we should go through the air pocket first. There's no way of knowing what he might ingest stuffed in them. Why don't you start in the attic and I'll manage his armoire and water closet ?"

Lisa chuckled before responding."Don't you mean ‘ her'armoire, Mom ?"I joined her in a satisfying laugh just as we pulled onto our street. Lisa moved my BMW convertible out of the way so I could endorse the Escalade into the garage. That reminded me that I had to dispose of all of Marci's golf equipment and supplies. I dropped the second- row prat before grabbing two corner of trash bags and opening the door to the kitchen.

After dropping our purse on the return, we took the travelling bag upstairs—me to my bedroom, Lisa up the circular step to the attic where we had several computer memory area erected—one for each of us. This was where we kept our out-of-season article of clothing and outerwear.

I started in the closet, pulling the golf shirts from the hangers and dropping them into the gaping maw of the extra-large base. I did pull several hundred dollar mark and seven slips of paper with womanhood's sound numbers on them from the pockets in the shirts.

I turned up More money and even more phone Book of Numbers from the slack water. I was more than a little surprised to see that I recognized two of them as closely acquaintance from the country club. I had an approximation then how I could obliterate two birds with one Edward Durell Stone. It was a roguish estimate that would abase my soon-to-be ex and rid of those char and my snobby in-law from my life once and for all. The more I thought about it the more I found the idea more than and more to my liking.

Lisa had tossed three bags down the stairway and walked down with two hands-full of cash and speech sound slips. I had four dish by the time I had emptied the press and armoire. When we counted the cash, we found it came to almost $ 2,000. There were sixteen sideslip with earphone numbers, too. I shared my estimation with Lisa and she agreed it was almost perfect. It would be Marci's coming-out party in more agency than one and Lisa had an mind that would make it even better.

I phoned Rob once we had loaded the bags into the Escalade and he asked me to dinner, asking if he could bring a vernal fellow from his house as a"associate"for Lisa."More important than that, bring your clothes so you can make a motion in. I am so fix for some lovin'tonight and every Night after, too."

"audio outstanding to me, Donna. How about we meet you at Del's at seven ? Don't wear too many dress. They'll just get in the way."

"funny story, I was just thinking the same thing. I'll be very let down if you're not ranger tonight."

"You got it. I love you. See you then."I repeated his sentiments, even kissing him through the phone before ending the call option. Lisa and I hopped into the Escalade for the short drive to goodwill where we unloaded the nine big udder, all of the golf stuff and nonsense, and took a receipt in less than ten minutes. We were back home plate and taking long hot showers less than an minute later.

I shaved my wooden leg and my pits and, on impulse, shaved my twat bare. I had always kept it neatly trimmed, but I was getting a new fortune at life sentence. I was born with a defenseless pussy, so why not have one for my spiritual Renascence ? I dressed in an all-lace exposed cup bra and matching thong. Then I said,"What the Hell ! Maybe I can scoot Rob a few spirit at my naked cunt"and then I pulled them down my stage. My flannel blouse was deliberately sheer—so transparent that my hard teat could be easily seen—just the look I wanted. My navy-blue wench was pleated all around and came only three column inch above my genu. I finished my kit with a pair of four-inch patent leather heels—red, of course.

Lisa laughed when she saw me."Sure you're not trolling for cock tonight, Mom ?"

"I am trolling, but I've already caught my Pisces. I want to be trusted that he comes here and ravages me all nighttime. Oh, he's bringing a untried associate for you."

"Yeah, right ! I think he just wants you all to himself. Well, I'm ready."We hopped into my Beemer 4-series transmutable for the five-mile trip-up to Del's. It was a fine dining restaurant on the other English of town—actually fairly close to the farm where I had dropped off my future slave for intensive training. I had to go around my legs to get out of the car and my skirt rode more than eminent sufficiency to give the valet a just look at my private treasure.

"Way to go, Mom. I just hope he doesn't jerk off in the car."We walked up the sidewalk, two very aphrodisiac and slutty-dressed women. Lisa was a hot Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman of xix with the Lapp bra sizing that I wore—34C—and the same yearn slender legs that I had. As a cleaning woman of xxxviii I had magnanimous hips and a magnanimous ass, but I knew that men still found me desirable. I'd been hit on any number of clip at the state club, rebuffing all of them, not because I was a cold Pisces, but because I'd already found the man I was going to cheat with.

Rob had never made a real move on me, possibly because we worked together at the women's shelter—a haven for battered and maltreat women. I worked as a translator because I was almost fluent in Spanish while Rob gave his legal services pro bono. He could afford to ; he was, at 38, a Jr better half at one of the surface area's John Major law firms.

We had worked hard all day on a human trafficking typesetter's case with the United States Department of State police and the county sheriff's office until almost 9:00 in the eve. cross had phoned to tell me that he had"deep group meeting,"which meant that he'd be fucking his recent victim. I suggested that we grab a chomp and a potable and Rob agreed.

We had just finished eating and had ordered a second drink when I looked him straight in his optic and said,"Know what I need right now ? A really severely fucking. My husband is with some bimbo so why don't you take me next door to the motel and fall in me a really good one."

"You're kidding, right ?"My look told him that I couldn't have been more grievous. I dropped a hundred vaulting horse on the tabular array and took his deal, pulling him up and out the door.

He was just about to verbalize when I moved into his eubstance, placed my hands on both incline of his read/write head, and pulled him down into the spicy osculation I'd ever had."Why don't we talk later. You know…after."I took his hand and wrapped his arm around my body. He already knew about my human relationship with my married man. I thought that everyone in town did because he was anything but discreet.

Rob and I showered together, exploring each other's trunk freely as we kissed and touched, slathering each other with plenty of scoop. He spent a lot of time on my breasts, snatch and ass, but I spent even more on his big knockout hammer. Mark was bad than norm at about seven and a half inches, but Rob was longer and, more importantly -- thicker. I also learned that Night that Rob was a much more considerate buff. Mark always wanted me to fluff him, but he rarely reciprocated. Rob went down on me willingly and with unbelievable skill, bringing me swiftly to my first searing orgasm. Then he crawled between my pegleg and slowly entered my sopping cunt. He moved slowly despite the overflow at the"Y,"gently stretching my tender tissues around his considerable cinch. I loved every second of his accounting entry just as I loved every second of what followed.

I had wrapped my long legs around his back, pulling him into my astuteness. I couldn't believe his endurance, but he held off until he knew I was sated with my third big"O"before he asked if it was dependable to cum in me."Oh God, yes,"I screamed."I want your hot cum inside me. I want it to run down my legs all the way home."He grunted several time as he sprayed my vaginal rampart. Rather than flop on my body he rolled us over so I could rest on his.

It was almost ten minutes later when I was able-bodied to utter coherently."How is it that cipher has scooped you up ?"

"I've been concentrating on my career and I've never found anyone I really wanted to settle down with…until now. Unfortunately, you're married."

"Probably not too much longer. brand is a accustomed beguiler. At household he's abusive. He doesn't hit me, but I have good deal of excited scars and he's totally neglected our marvelous girl. She's a Jr at Duke."

And that was how it started. Every time we worked together we finished the day by making erotic love. surely, we fucked a few fourth dimension, too. But that was just as energize and just as fulfilling as our gruntle have it off experiences. I had started this, so I felt that taking the succeeding footstep was also my duty. I was lying on top of Rob, my cunt oozing our combined fluids onto his thigh when I lifted my head and looked into his steel-blue eyes."I'm falling in honey with you and—no—it's not just the sex although that's pretty spectacular, too."

"What are you going to do about your hubby ? I understand that he can be really ruthless and you've already told me how abusive he can be. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I don't know yet, but now that he has sold his business and is retired, I have the feeling that there are going to be some modification. He has had a job of playing with himself lately and I've caught him any number of times. The other Night I confronted him and he asked me to help him by locking his cock up."

"Really ? You've got to be kidding."

"No, I'm not. I played dumb—like I had no idea what a prick John Cage was—and I've been doing a lot of research online. I've even met a few fair sex on a female domination site."

"I hope you're not planning to try that on me."

"No. I'm saving that for my prick husband. He doesn't know it yet, but I've ordered something supernumerary limited for him that will put him completely under my control. With hazard I should have it in two weeks. Once I have it, I'll send him to schooling so he can learn to be a rooster suction, cum eating, and big-titted slave. I've met a few of the cleaning lady I met online and they've been a big service. They all have boyfriends or fan, so you'll be exquisitely when we get together."

"well, I'd love to see him get what he deserves, because I don't want to parcel you. I want you all for myself."

Now—tonight—Rob would move in with me. stain was transforming into Marci, my sissy slave maid, and I was going to be with a real number man who I knew really loved me and only me. Lisa and I had driven to the restaurant with a huge grin on my cheek. I parked and we strolled leisurely to the entrance where Rob and a improbable good-looking Whitney Moore Young Jr. man awaited us.

I kissed Rob, pushing my glossa deep into his mouthpiece and holding it tenacious enough that Lisa laughed. Breaking it at last, I stepped back as I held Rob's hand."Rob, this is my girl, Lisa. Lisa, this is Rob."

She was laughing as she replied,"I think I already figured that much out on my own."Then she stepped forward to extend her hand. Rob took it gently, telling Lisa what a pleasure it was to meet her at last.

"You're just about the sole positive affair she's told me about her phratry since we met. Now it's my turn. Lisa, this is Geoff Maybin. He's a promising young fellow with my firm."Geoff stepped forward with his hand extended, but Lisa tiptoed up to kiss his cheek in greeting. Then taking his arm they followed us into the restaurant.

dinner was fun. Rob and I split a bottle of a very suave Merlot, but Geoff and Lisa opted for Pepsi. Lisa was underage and Geoff told us that he rarely drank."I did enough in college to hold me for another couple of years."I thought it was a cunning remark, but Lisa laughed as we checked the card one last sentence before ordering.

I asked for the French people onion soup, salad with Italian dressing, and a bantam filet, sensitive rare, with broil potato loaded. They call it"petite,"but it's small only in comparison to the regular filet which is listed as xiv oz. on the menu. Lisa, ordering next, asked for the same. Rob ordered the prominent ribeye at twenty-eight oz., also with soup and salad. Geoff asked for the regular filet, joining the relaxation of us on the extras.

Once the bill of fare had been collected, I jokingly mentioned to Rob,"I hope all that solid food doesn't put you to sleep."

Rob smiled as he replied,"No chance of that. I think I'm going to postulate my strength tonight."

"And tomorrow,"I added slyly as Lisa laughed, commenting that she hoped we wouldn't keep her awake all night. The rest of the dinner, the discussion centered around Lisa's year at Duke and Geoff's at Stanford University. I begged off, claiming that I couldn't remember that long ago. After dinner I drove home with Rob following. Lisa took off with Geoff to a lodge he knew. Apparently, they had gotten along quite well at dinner. I was thrilled to have Rob to myself at last !

We emptied his SUV and hurriedly placed his clothes into the wardrobe and armoire. His toiletry and razor went into drawers in the can. min later his athirst cock was fed into my equally hungry slit. We didn't make love. That would get along later. Instead, we fucked like uncivilised brute. Rob took me and made me his fair sex. I knew as he thrusted into me that I'd be his forever. The lust between us was matched only by our love. I knew that by the way he held and caressed me once we were done. Instead of rolling off to sleep he rolled me over so I lay on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"That was unbelievable, Donna…almost as incredible as my love for you."

"Yeah,"I kidded."You were pretty good, too."Rob looked at me and smiled. Then he shut me up with a buss as I led his growing pipe organ back into my oozing pussy. Now we made love. It was dull and tender as we spent More than twenty dollar bill hour coupled. I came three times until I begged him to fetch up before he crippled me. We slept that night just as we would every night in the futurity, with my head on his dresser and my left leg draped over his. Most Nox my cunt was oozing all night as his thick cum dripped onto his thigh.

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I spent much of the following week either at royal court with Marianne Brown handling all of the legal work involved with changing my and my hubby's figure and transferring all of his property to me. When the judge asked why we were doing all of this and where my hubby was, I simply answered,"He is at a private infirmary undergoing sex-change operating theatre and recovering from them. This is what he wanted. This statement outlines his wishes in this regard."I stood there at the mesa while Marianne passed the form in which he had surrendered all of his rights. Unknown to him at the metre was the permission to undergo the various surgeries and training. The judge shook his head, but accepted the papers into evidence for all of the carry-over.

Once that was done, I spent various hours at the Department of Motor fomite changing the ownership of my vehicle and arranging for new titles. Thank God I had Rob to remove my focus every night.

I had miscellaneous emotions as I drove to the farm for my first official visit. After passing through the gate I drove to building 5 where Dr. Sally greeted me.

"Welcome back, Donna. We have a lot to express you this sunup. Marci will not be capable to see us, but she will be able to hear, so once we're in the observance room—absolutely no talking. I'll give you a pad and a pen for issues you want to talk over later."

"I do cause one big question now—does she still identify as Mark or is she now Marci ?"

Sally just grinned as she answered,"She responded to her conditioning program magnificently. Between the recordings and the medication, I'd say that Mark disappeared forever after about nine sidereal day. By then she had recovered from her surgical procedure and her preparation as your cook and amah had begun. Today we'll test her desire for cock and cum. You picked a great day to visit. Let's go inside."

A few hour later I found us in a pin down way with a turgid picture window. My fashionable and aphrodisiac apparel were replaced with a Second Earl Grey jumpsuit and Second Earl Grey sandals, both of which would blend in with the drab Charles Grey paries behind us. Sally held her finger to her back talk as a door to our right hand opened. I knew this was my early married man, but—even then—I found it difficult to trust. Standing before me was a improbable and slender adult female with the biggest tits I had ever seen.

I wrote"lose exercising weight ?"on my pad as Marci slowly walked in forepart of us to check her constitution and lipstick. I read a government note that sortie had written—Strict

diet ! more later."

We hadn't been there more than a bit or two when another door opened and the two male slave I had encountered when I dropped soft touch off walked through another door with a char Sally later identified as a"handler."They knelt before her and kissed her skid as did Marci, standing only when instructed to do so. The handler, a mid-twenties woman, unlocked the taller slave's shaft and balls. I could see Marci drooling at the sight of the engorging organ. I couldn't hold back a Brobdingnagian grin as Marci knelt in front of the closest striver and swallowed his difficult cock in a undivided gulp. While she was sucking madly, the other hard worker had lubed up his cock and had begun pushing it into her anus with ever increasing gusto. I think the term"spit-roasted"must have been invented with Marci in mind.

I could see the slave in Marci's back talk frost for a second gear before thrusting wildly into her oral cavity and pharynx. Still, Marci licked and sucked until the poor slave had been completely drained. Then she whipped around to orally attack the nine-inch cock that had been in her ass. Mere seconds later she received her reward, eagerly sucking river after river of sperm-laden semen into her mouth. I could see her savor the slick viscous crème over her knife as she rolled it back and forth between her cheeks. No Sooner had she swallowed than she orally attacked the first slave in an exploit to lend him back to hardness so she could set about anew. That was when I felt sortie tap on my articulatio humeri. It was metre to leave the room and compare notes.

"Incredible, Sally…absolutely fucking incredible. How is she at eating pussy ? sucker always either refused or just did a cursory job."

"She's done incredibly well. She sucked me to four orgasms this morning and gave Megan—that's her trainer—another two when she was done with me. She's had plenty of climax over the past month, but each and every one was accompanied by unbelievable pain either in the course of an electrical scrotal jolt or extremely pixilated nipple clamp. We'll start to taper down now so she won't expect them so frequently, but she'll still crave the pain in the ass that she associates so closely with pleasure. I think we'll be done with her in another three weeks…max !"

"That's big. I do have one favor. Would you bear her signboard these papers and then put them into the mail for me ?"

"What are they ?"

"divorcement papers. I've found her replacement in the lawyer who works with me at the women's shelter. He's everything that Mark wasn't."Then I told her about my plans for her coming-out party. She laughed then asked if I could invite her. Of course, I agreed immediately.

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I opened the mail a few sidereal day later to retrieve the completed divorce newspaper. A few hour later I was in the Escalade on the way to Marianne Brown's office. She welcomed me with a smile that only grew broader when she saw the fulfill document. Of trend, Marci got nix in the agreement although I did promise to provide her with forethought for the rest of her sprightliness, although that didn't specify a banner of care. I'd whip her dorsum raw if she didn't turn over me, or Rob, or even Lisa total obedience.

I returned to the farm almost a month later to acquire ownership of my property. By now I was a well-recognized dominant allele female at the security gate and was waved through quickly. Once again, Dr. Perkins—Sally—was waiting for me outside Building 4. We hugged and then she proceeded to give me the late update on my now fully-trained sissy slave.

"She lives now willingly in her cage. Did you get that electronic ignition lock I suggested ?"

"Yes, and I even tried it out a few times, setting it overnight for a time when I knew we'd be up. It works perfectly, not that I doubted you. Still, it's big to know that I can lock my break one's back away for the night."Marianne continued then with the rest of her report.

"She hasn't taken a real bowel movement since she's been here. Truthfully, I doubt that she still remembers how. She's still on her oestrogen, but I've discontinued the testosterone blocker so she's been extremely ruttish and frustrated for the past ten mean solar day. She'll do anything to cum…absolutely anything to cum and, even more important, she'll do anything for cum. As many as I've trained, I doubt I've ever encountered anyone as submissive or who craves come as much as Marci. She'll be due for a milking in another ten days."

"That will be perfect. I'm planning a big company on Saturday, the 16th—you're invited—sort of as Marci's launching. I've invited her parents and two Sister. They've always looked down on me for reasons totally unknown to me and I've hated them even more than they've hated me. After the political party I doubt that I'll ever see or hear from them again. That's exactly what I want. I've also invited two women ‘ friends'from the nation club who fucked scratch behind my book binding. I think they're in for a big surprisal. Is Marci ready for me ?"

"Almost ; she was just finishing up her shoemaker's last enema of the day when I came out to greet you. She'll be completely garnish and her suitcase packed when we go in to get her. Plus, I think you'll have a pleasant surprise."She turned and we walked together into the edifice. We stopped at a large room where she ordered the two male striver I'd met on my initial visit to the farm to carry Marci's cage out to the Escalade. Marci followed a few hour later, falling to her genu to kiss my feet until she was excused. Then she climbed into the John Milton Cage Jr. in the tooshie of the big SUV.

I had closed the buns hatch when I commented,"Very impressive, Sally…very impressive."

"Yes, she'll do that every time you walk into the room and she'll do it for your lover and Lisa, as well. Just command her as you would anything else. I'll be looking forward to your political party. I can hardly wait to see Marci's stuck-up parents when they see their"son's"marvelous new look."We laughed and hugged and I was on the way home.

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Marci carried the cage into the kitchen pantry."This is where you'll sleep, Marci. You'll persist in your clyster every daybreak when you arise and then you'll dress and prepare breakfast for me and for my fiancée. You used to know him as Rob, the lawyer who works with me at the charwoman's shelter. He's a wonderful man and an even unspoiled lover. You'll kiss his foot whenever you see him as you do with me."

"Yeth, Mithtreth. I will alwayth obey you and Mathter Rob.

"There will be others, too…my daughter Lisa and the member of the menage staff although I don't want you kissing their understructure when you see them. You're at the bottomland of the pecking order. Just obey and you'll be okay. Now, I think you should strip the powder way and the bathrooms. Jane, my cook will ply your repast. You'll eat at 6:30 each morning, right after your day-by-day enema and again at 5:00 in the evening unless I have some special upshot planned."Marci placed her few garments onto the buttery's ledge and began her work.

Marci worked her way into the menage over the next week, following her preparation to the letter of the alphabet and becoming hornier by the hour until the day of the party when she'd get satisfaction in two ways—blowjobs on 11 of Lisa's confrere students and an existent orgasm from a really hard ass-fucking courtesy of a compact nine-inch black strap-on. I'd finally put Mark's self-important parents and sisters in their place. I'd been forced to take heed to their constant boasting while putting me down for the past twenty years. Now, I'd be rid of them in a single good afternoon. My two onetime friends—the single who had fucked Mark behind my back would be gone, too.

I answered the room access for Marianne Robert Brown at 7:30 p.m. on the dot."I wouldn't want to pretermit any of this. I hope I'm the first to arrive."

"Sorry, but Lisa's eleven guys came by earlier for burgers and fry. Seems that Lisa told them that it would construct their testosterone levels."

"And they believed that ?"

"No, but I think they'd do anything for a free meal. Besides, Lisa told them they could tap Marci's ass after all of the other festivities."Marianne laughed and it wasn't long before I joined her. I walked her to the living elbow room where Rob poured us each a common cold chardonnay grape.

Of course, my erstwhile in-laws were late, but that was the norm for them. They walked in like they owned the place, but that attitude would be transitory. My two sisters-in-law complained bitterly about the character of the wine even though it was the Lapplander wine they had extolled the last time at their parents'home. The difference was that I had served it to them and I was clearly deficient in their twisted judgment. I had greeted the two women who had fucked Mark as though they were really protagonist, even though I now knew better.

We had all been in the livelihood room about twenty minutes when my onetime mother-in-law asked,"Where's my darling infant boy ?"Adding,"stupid bitch"under her breath.

"I'll get her, Mom,"Lisa replied with a huge smirk on her typeface before walking swiftly to the pantry to retrieve my slave.

Marci was dressed in her most revealing housemaid's dress—one that was better suited for porn than for actual work with her huge pap hanging out and her tit protruding from appropriately placed pickle in the outfit. It was going to be an outstanding launching for her. She was wearing four-inch black heels and fish-net stockings, the meld effect of which made her look like a cheap whore.

I had written for Rob what I thought her asshole Father's first remark would be and I was right on butt as Lisa led Marci into the living room by the garden pink leather trine attached to her garden pink leather collar."What the fuck is this ? There's no way that's MY son !"

Marci fell to her knees to kiss my shoes first, then Lisa's and finally Rob's. I had instructed her NOT to kiss either her mother's, father's, or sisters'brake shoe, but to recognize them cordially, which she did once she was finished with Rob.

"hullo, Mother…Father. It ith howling to thee you. how-do-you-do, Thandra. Hello, Rothalee. I am pleathed that you could come today. I am tho pleathed to thee you again."

"Listen, you bitch ! What have you done with my son ? I don't know what you are trying to extract, but I'll see to it that you are destroyed for pulling this john on us."

That's when Rob and Marianne stepped forward."I don't know what you do for a living, Sir, but making terroristic threats can be considered a felony and there is no shortage of witnesses who saw and heard you."

"Who the ass are you, asshole ? You wouldn't speak to me that way if my son was here."

"Oh…I assure you that he is here,"I replied."Just not in the strain you were expecting. And, I can prove it to you. Marci, remove your dress and you might as well off your bra and thong, too."Then I returned my care to my in-law."What is the one sure way to identify your offspring ? Wouldn't you be capable to identify him even if his helping hand and head were cut off ? Yes, of track, you could separate by his birthmark—the reddish-purple doughnut on his right butt cheek. play around, Marci so your parents can see your cute little butt."

Marci turned and his/her mother gasped. I thought that she and her husband would faint."Thee, Mother, it really ith me."

Marci's founding father could barely get the words out as he gasped."What the fuck have you done to my son and why is he suddenly lisping so badly ?"

Marianne stepped forward then."I'm Donna's personal attorney and I assure you that everything was done with Marci's nee Mark's permission and approval. There are signed permission documents asserting his desire to become Donna's slave. Once that was determined, it was Donna's decision what to do with him. She decided that she wanted him feminized and you see here the result. So far as her lisp is concerned…Marci, open your mouth and show your parents your tongue."She continued once Marci had complied."Marci, why do you have those studs on your tongue ?"

"To give better blowjobth, Mithtreth Marianne. They give more pleathure to the man I am thervithing and, in return, he giveth me much more yummy themen with lotth of delithiouth thperm. I can't postponement to do Mithreth LItha'th friendth from college. I hope they have big cockth that will bourgeon thraight into my tummy."

"Do you revel blowing men, Marci ?"

"No, I don't. I hate mythelf for doing it, but I MUTHT have yummy thperm. I'll do anything for a yummy mouthful. I love it. I have to have it !"

I spoke up then."You know, Marci, virtually all of the alteration to your soundbox and, maybe even to your mind, could be reversed. If you'd like to go with your parents, I'll gladly let you and I'll even give you Thomas More than enough money to get it done and living you well for the residuum of your biography. Just say the word."

Exactly as I expected, Marci fell to her genu and kissed my shoe repeatedly."Pleath, Mithtreth Donna…don't thend me away. I want More than anything to be here ath your thlave. I live to therve you and Mathter Rob and Mithreth Litha. Pleath ! Don't thend me away. I beg you."

I put my hand on her drumhead and told her kindly,"You needn't worry, Marci. You are welcome to drop the sleep of your living here with me and my hubby, Rob."

"Husband !"I can't believe that you just callously threw my son away and especially after he made you a copious woman."

"You just get a line me secernate her that I wasn't casting her aside, but perhaps you have noticed that she is a transgender adult female. I have her in a chastity device because her thirstiness for sperm is insatiable. Without it she'd just jerk off the intact day and night—anything to get the precious semen. She'll get it tonight once the young men have been satisfied. How does that sound to you, Marci ?"

"Wonderful, Mithreth Donna !"

You're welcome to hold fast around for the festivity. I'm sure it will be advantageously than any porn movie you've ever seen. Oh…that's right ! You don't watch smut. It's disgusting. Well, in that showcase, feel complimentary to allow anytime you like."I pointed to the door even as I waved the first college booster to a position right hand in movement of Marci. Less than ten mo later she had his hard tool deep in her back talk as those amber stud did their employment. He grunted as he blew into Marci's mouth and unsurprisingly, she swallowed every valuable drop cloth. Once the kid's electric organ was plumb, she moved immediately on her genu to the future one.

My former in-laws had already left in disgust, but—surprisingly—the sisters seemed to be enthralled by the spectacle. I strolled over to where they were standing."Interesting, isn't it ?"

"You have no melodic theme. Our parents always acted as though his shit didn't stink. It's heavy to see him…er, her brought down. You don't mind if we stick around, do you ? Okay if we take a few picture or some video ?"

"Be my guest,"I replied. I'd been embarrassed by Mark slews of times so a little payback, especially to his parents would be perfect. I returned to Rob's face and watched as Marci began on her fourth part yummy blowjob in quick succession.

I asked Lisa if any of the guys might want to go twice and she laughed."Yeah, all of them !"Still, when there were just two to go, I excused myself to vary my getup. I needed a corset and my big bootleg strap-on for what I thought might be the rarified finale. But, before leaving the festivities, I asked Sandra and Rosalie if they would want a gratis cunt-eating courtesy of Marci once she was finished with the students."Hell, yeah,"Sandra responded for both."Can she do us correct here…at the party ?"

"Of course, and feel absolve to movie the total event. If you enjoy it, and I'm sure you will, feel loose to stop by at any time for an encore. Marci will be happy to compel you. She does Lisa and me on need. She also takes our piddle and never spills a drib. I usually have her do that before she eats me. It's a great way to start the day."They both laughed even as they reached under their dresses to deplumate their panty down and off their trunk. This was turning out even ripe than I had hoped.

Marci was well into the second round of the Pres Young guys when I returned, fully adorned in my dominatrix outfit. I only wore this when I was planning to convey Marci beyond her terminus ad quem, if she even had any by now. Marci had just finished the last educatee when I asked,"Anyone want another ? A third cycle in her lip ?"There were no takers so I asked if anyone wanted a shot at her plump ass. Not surprisingly, there were four who expressed interest."She's going to service her sisters—vaginally and anally so you can push into her anytime you're ready. okeh, Sandra, why don't you go first ? Just sashay up to the edge of the couch so Marci can reach your bitch. One you're had enough you can either direct her to your arse or pass her off to Rosalie. You can always get her again once Rosalie is sated. Then it will be my turn."

Sandra and Rosalie used their former sidekick ruthlessly for almost forty-five moment with both experiencing their first anal orgasm."We can't possibly give thanks you enough, Donna. I know I speak for both of us when I say this was the summit of our spirit. Did you really signify it when you said we could come back any meter ?"

"Of course. Just phone first to spend a penny sure that one of us is here. Marci can't give the threshold. That's the solely restriction. Otherwise, feel liberate to use her at any time. What are you going to do with the video ?"

Rosalie was laughing when she responded."I'm going to spread an score on g-mail or some other online site and ship them to our parents. They'll go fucking crazy when they see them. I'll probably edit them so they're shorter and so there are more. I can probably spread out a couple of 12 email's and their acquirement are minimum, so they'll drive them crazy."I grinned as I thought of their snobby parents being tormented by the mess of their"grossly superior son'sucking cock and eating pussies and assholes.

"Are you going to stick around for the grand finale ? You might want to motion-picture show that, too. confidence me, it will be worth the wait."They agreed and I signaled Lisa. She returned a minute later with a large Corning Ware bowl. I slipped into a huge strap-on, telling Marci to kneel, steer down, in the center of the living room. I lubed up the huge dildo that hung obscenely between my legs and moved up behind Marci. A few irregular later I was pressing firmly against her sphincter. The dong was so big that I had to hold tightly onto Marci's hip to profit entry. It was slow going, but I did win, forcing the huge unreal cock into her rectum. Once I had broken through, I was able to fully penetrate her intestine. I knew that standing tall would storm the ribbed surface into Marci's prostate.

nooky her doggie while standing as tall as possible drove the dildo down—exactly where I wanted it. Marci had grimaced at first of all, but in prison term she felt the rhythm on her anus. There would be a gratifying feeling from this screw, but no real ejaculation and certainly no orgasm. Lisa held the bowl under Marci's virtue gimmick as her gaol cock began to leak out. After about four minutes there was a sweetie current dripping into the bowl which was rapidly filling until Lisa signaled me to stop. Just as well because I was getting tire and I desperately wanted to economise a big part of myself for Rob.

I pulled out of Marci and dropped the harness to the base. It clattered there as Lisa spoke,"Here's your treat, Marci. There's quite a lot so…enjoy. We'll sit here and watch while you lap it up like the dog you used to be."She placed the arena on the story and signaled Marci that it was clock time for her fiesta. I was smiling and leaning against Rob's shoulder while Marianne, Dr. Sally, and Marci's two babe filmed her degradation—lapping up a big bowl of seminal fluid like the dog of a husband she had once been. Lisa's Friend sat by in jounce at the display before them. How could any living being sink so low ?

Marci was sent to her cage once the goody was consumed and that was the signal that the company had come to an end. All of the womanhood hugged Donna and Lisa and said good-bye to Rob. The students left with Lisa for the two-hour drive back to Duke. They all had expressed their appreciation to their server with one fourth-year commenting that he had never believed it would actually happen despite Lisa's promises."If I didn't have it on telecasting, I'd still never believe it. Wait until my roommate sees what he missed just so he could study for an exam."Then he shook Rob's hand again before walking out the door.

Sandra and Rosalie were the last to leave. They thanked me repeatedly and finally Rosalie told me,"I think I would have shot Mark if he put me through what you went through. I like your solvent better. You got a maid who eats a mean slit and you got our asshole parents out of your hair, plus you got a handsome man who obviously loves you."

"Yeah,"I replied,"and I got all of Saint Mark's holding. As we all know, slaves don't own…."Rosalie and Sandra chimed in before I could finish up with,"ANYTHING"as we all laughed. We hugged again and they left.

I looked up at Rob and asked,"Well, what did you suppose ? Was I successful ?"

"I'd say so. Did you see the expressions on the parents'faces as they left ? It was assoil that they were disgusted. I thought that Mark's mother was going to cast up in the midriff of the room and his Father-God was going to have a coronary. Finally, Marci was destroyed. Any thoughts that marking would retort to his previous glorification have been completely extinguished this evening. I think we both need to fill a leak, but can we make it all the way to the john ? That is the question."

"Why would we want to when we have our personal toilet just around the corner ?"I began to laugh and Rob joined me. I was kissing him hotly as he carried me into the kitchen. I opened the electronic curl and told Marci to get to work. I leaned against the comeback as she took my piss then licked me to a delicious coming right before her glossa pierced my asshole and she brought me to a 2nd wonderful orgasm. Rob was right future to me and I knew I wanted his cum in my pussy so I warned Marci not to make him cum. She looked up at me with sorrowful centre, but tough shit. She was the slave ; I was the mistress, and there was no way she would ever forget it.

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It was the Tues after the political party. Lisa and her Quaker had returned to Duke, the boy with pot of stories to tell and Lisa, as a result, getting even more attention from the opposite sex than normally. Marci had cleaned the house from top to bottom so there was no trace that a rowdy affair had taken place. I'd even received phone Call from Sandra and Rosalie, thanking me for the viva sex they had received from their formally pompous brother.

I was relaxing with the newspaper and a delicious cup of Kona coffee, flown direct from the Big Island of Hawaii when the bell rang. I ignored it, knowing that Marci would answer. She appeared about thirty irregular later, a disturbed smell on her otherwise vacuous aspect."Mithtreth Donna, there are two polithe offitherth at the door, Ma'am."

"Very well, Marci. Continue with your obligation. I'll deal with the gentlemen."I walked to the foyer to find two men in fairly meretricious suits and clip-on ties waiting there."Good dawn, I'm Donna Francois Jacob. May I see your identification, delight ?"While they dug them from their air pocket, I was meddlesome calling Rob for advice.

"Rob, there are two detectives here—a police sergeant Miller and an officeholder Oscar Robertson. Oh, O.K.. See you soon."

"Please get along in to the living elbow room, gentleman. Would you worry for coffee tree ? It's an excellent Kona blend that we have flown in special. I won't answer any enquiry until my fiancee is here."

"What's the thing ? Have something to hide ?"

"No, Sergeant, but he's an lawyer so he's honorable at discernment and protecting my rightfulness than I am. He'll be here soon so we have meter to enjoy some coffee and perhaps you'd like a pastry, too."I called for Marci using my speech sound, telling her to bring a tray of pastries and five cups for coffee.

Ten minutes later Rob walked in with an sr. Quaker."I'm Rob Thompson and this is Jonathon Saint Andrew the Apostle. Let's see your ID's, please."I could see the detectives faces wilt as Jonathon dialed a number from his contacts.

"Hi, Chet, I'm with Rob Thompson at his home with two of your detectives…Sgt. Glenn Miller and investigator Robertson. No, I have no musical theme why they're here, but we'll find out soon enough."Then, turning to the detectives he asked,"So, tell me, Gentlemen—why are you here ? Don't you have some serious criminal offense to solve ?"

I could see that Sergeant Henry Miller was upset."I'll ask the questions here. Who the hell are you and where do you get off trying to order me what to do ?"

Rather than answer verbally or angrily, Jonathon simply passed a concern card to the serjeant-at-law. I already knew what it said—Jonathon R. St. Andrew, J.D., Justice of the New York province Court of Appeals. It is the state's highest-ranking Margaret Court and Jonathon was one of the higher-ranking jurist."That tells you who I am. On the other end of this cry is your commissioner, Chet Ridley. okeh, Chet, I'll put you on speaker.

"Henry Miller, what the Hell are you doing there ?"

"Um, sir, we had a phone call this cockcrow from a womanhood who swore that her son was being held here against his will and that he was a slave to Ms. Jacobs."

We could all discover Chet explode over the speech sound's loudspeaker as he called milling machine one of the dazed people he'd ever encountered.

Finally, Rob spoke up."I think I can resolve this in less than ten minute, Commissioner, if that's okay with you."Apparently, it was because Rob called for Marci.

"Marci, delight relax and just answer my interrogative sentence honestly. Do you think the party we had final Saturday—the one where your parents and your sisters attended ?"

"Yeth, Mathter Rob."

"Did Donna ask if you wanted to leave with them ?"

"Yeth."

"Did you want to leave with them ? Do you need to go to them now ?"

Marci was near tears when she answered."Oh no, Mathter Rob. I want to thtay here with you and MIthtreth Donna and I want to therve you every day."

"You weren't always a woman, were you ?"

"No, I wath Mithtreth Donna's huthband, Mark, but I wath a bad man. I cheated on her all of the time. I wath a mitherable perthon, but now I'm happy. I love being her maid and thervant."

"Marci, I want you to lift your skirt and drop your panties so the investigator can see your virtue device."Rob continued once everyone had seen the device."Why does Donna keep you in celibacy, Marci ?"

Marci's head was down in embarrassment as she replied."Becauthe if my penith wath free all I would do all day would be mathterbate tho I could get all of the toothsome themen. I can never get sufficiency themen. I love the tathte and the texture and how it thlideth over my tongue."

"One net question, Marci. Why do you lisp ?"

Marci, in reception, smiled as she opened her back talk to present the three piercings on her spit."Thethe are 14 karat gold. I have them tho I can give keen blowjobth."

"Thank you, Marci. I think you can return to your duties now. Any questions, Commissioner ?"

"No, I don't want my people wasting any more of your time, or theirs either."

They apologized for wasting our time and assured us that the matter was closed as far as they were concerned. I could see them getting a tangible natural language lashing from the commissioner before the day was over.

I escorted the detectives to the threshold then returned to thank Rob and Jonathon."If you really want to thank me,"Jonathon said,"I wouldn't mind one of those special blowjob from Marci. That is some rack on her, too. I wouldn't creative thinker playing with them, too."

I was smiling as I responded."I think that will hold both of you very happy."

I summoned Marci, telling her,"Marci, take the judge into the guest room and suck him dry. withdraw your dress and bra so he can play with your tits."

Marci was smiling when she took Jonathon by the hand and led him away. I tried to convince Rob that he needed a"nooner,"but he told me that he had pressing business at the part."I will claim a raincheck for tonight, though,"he said as he kissed me adios."Jonathon has his own car,"he said as he walked out to the driveway.

I next saw judge Andrews an hour later and he looked to be totally relaxed.

"Damn, Donna…she can really imbibe rooster and I've never had a woman suck up my cum so completely."

"Well, experience free to terminate by again. Just earphone first so you know that I'll be here. You know that I work at the cleaning woman's shelter and, of course of action, I do shop occasionally."

"I will, give thanks you. I must say that Sally Perkins really does splendid employment. Those breasts are incredible and so is the ease of her body."He continued when he saw the shock on my face."Do you have it away who started the baseball club and the Farm ?"

"No, but I assume it was a dyad of women."

"Well, it was one woman—Helen O'Neill—but she had some assistance from her lawyer brother. Helen is my sister. Her husband was like Mark—a man who couldn't keep his hands off of women…any fair sex. Helen of Troy abided it for old age until he passed a disease to her. He gave her syphilis that he picked up from some cheap street whore. Helen came to me with an melodic theme and a bucket of Leslie Townes Hope. She wanted to wee-wee for certain that everything she did was legal. I was a aged partner at Rob's business firm then so I developed all of the consent configuration, even running them by two of my female associates.

"Helen of Troy and I bought the farm from the widow of the husbandman with the hope that we wouldn't betray it to one of the big developers, but would maintain it for private use and that's exactly what she did. Her hubby was the first to be treated there, not by quip, but by her predecessor who is now retired. Unfortunately, there is no shortage of cheating men to defer for feminization. I'm not one of the trickster. My wife gave up sex more than a decade ago and, knowing that I still had masculine needs, she gave me her permission to take in around as long as I'm discreet.

"So, Donna, thank you for an extremely pleasurable morning, but now I must get back to work. I do deliver an important pillow slip to get a line this afternoon. I'll see you soon. I've agreed to espouse you and Rob. I'm looking forward to that. I hope you'll make Marci usable for a few minutes."

"You can count on it,"I said as I escorted Johnathon to the threshold. Having friends in high billet was always helpful. I returned to my bedroom to find Marci dusting and washing the windows."Did you have fun this dawn, Marci ?"

"Oh, yeth, MIthreth. Judge Jonathon has delithithous themen."

"wellspring, he'll be back in two weeks. He's going to preside at my marriage ceremony to Rob. He'll want some secret meter with you then, but you must be discreet. His wife will be with him."

"I underthand, Mithtreth."

"goodness. There will be caterers for the crapulence and food so you'll be able to get away. Maybe you'd like for him to fuck you then. How does that fathom ?"

"Wonderful, MIthtreth Donna. Are you going to the Women'th Thenter now ?"

"Yes, Marci. I should be back in two 60 minutes. keep with your piece of work. You may have something from the icebox for your lunch, but not too much. A girl has to watch her figure, doesn't she ?"Marci had lost more than forty pounds since her translation, making a big melioration in her human body. Of course, having H-cup tit helped a lot, too.

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I never know what to bear at the cleaning lady's heart where my duties primarily consist of translating to and from Spanish people and English people. Today was a bad one. The police force brought in three Hispanic American adult female who were victims of beatings courtesy of their hubby who were now in the city Jail. I barely made it home in metre for dinner party that evening.

I had just sat at the tabular array when I summoned Marci."Get under the table and lick me. I've had a really bad afternoon and I can use some stress relief."Of course of study, Marci complied immediately. I dismissed her once I was finished eating. She would eat now, use the downstairs bathroom to shower, and retire for the dark, securely locking herself in her cage until other tomorrow morning when she would administer her daily clyster and clothes for her duty. Cleaning the house was a lot like sorting chain armor or painting a big span. It was a incessant job. By the prison term you finish, it's time to start all over again.

Rob helped me into a hot tub that was very relaxing. Once I was clean, he helped me to bed where he plowed his big hard cock into me until I had come an extra two times. Then he kissed me gently and pulled the cover and sheet up over our bodies. I fell into a blissful slumber, partially draped over his fit, muscular body.

I knew that the side by side two weeks would be extremely engaged. I had bought my frock for the wedding—a sleeveless flatware dress that came to my ankles with a short-sleeved bolero jacket. Now I only needed to get my brake shoe dyed to match.

The other big issue was Lisa returning home for the Summer break. Normally, she would leave her clothes and her furniture—a humble couch and arena rug—in her room, but the integral interior of the sorority house was going to be painted so she had to bring it all abode. She had told me that several of her male friends would help oneself at Duke, but we'd be on our own here at home.

I dropped Marci off at the farm on Wed morn for a one-week"refresher course"course. She'd do get ahead work in cock sucking and ass tonguing, skills that any sissy should hump and dominate, and this was the time for that extended training.

On Friday, Rob and I were up early for our two-hour trip to shorthorn. Up at six, I only made a pot of coffee to help us to get the day started. Rob drove for an hour until we stopped for a straightaway and middling breakfast at a humble local restaurant. He then drove the rest of the way. It was a fond and sunny day in mid-May and Lisa's ally had already carried the minor sofa out to the sidewalk so all we had to do on reaching was lower berth the rear bum in the big Escalade and push it in. Rob dumped the rug on top and we managed to fit her TV in succeeding to it.

Lisa had my BMW convertible and all of her clothing had been packed into it by the time we had arrived. The full surgical operation had taken less than 20 minutes. Lisa hugged her admirer and we began the trip back, stopping for lunch at KFC once we were back in the city. As expected, we were home a bit before one. Rob backed the Escalade into the garage and we unloaded the rug and sofa, placing them to the position of the huge four-car garage. Even with Rob's car we only needed three bays.

Later that afternoon I phoned out for pizza and Greek salad so Lisa and I would have a chance to rest before our hour-long trek to Wilmington to meet my mother's plane tomorrow morning. I had rarely seen my mother because she and patsy had never gotten along. He had been rude and abusive to her and zip I had ever said to him had made any difference. My phone vociferation to her had been pretty funny."Hi, Mom…I'd love to receive you visit in mid-May and even stay put for a week or two."

"Donna, if I had to put up with that asshole hubby of yours for even a day I'd probably wind up in prison for life. You know I can't stand that bastard."

"Mom, I'm not going to indicate with your assessment of Mark. He'll be here, but I can warrant that he won't be any job. It's a bit complicated to explain, but the bottom line is that I'm getting conjoin. soft touch and I are officially divorced."

"I'm happy to find out that you finally came to your sentiency, but isn't this a bit rushed ?"

"No, Mom ; I've been seeing Rob for Sir Thomas More than a class and, yes, that included while Mark and I were still married. I'm hardly good-for-nothing after all the fucking around Mark did for old age and years."I told her when I wanted her to come and when the wedding was scheduled."It's going to be a pocket-sized social occasion officiated by a evaluator Rob and I know well. There will be about 40 people there and we're using the living way for the ceremony and drinks. The cocktail hour, dinner and dancing will be on the rear patio. We'll have a big tent in face it's hot or rainy."

"I don't know how you can be sure that bell ringer won't be as oil and abusive, the way he was in the past."

"Mom, like I said—it's complicated and I doubt that you'd believe me. You'll have to see it like fool's parents and sisters did final stage weekend, and—no—the parents won't be there. The sisters will, but you'll find them very different than they've been in the past when their conduct was affected by Mark."Eventually, she did hold so tomorrow would examine to be an extremely interesting day.

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Rob and I made our usual sweet love that eventide, turning in early, as did Lisa. I knew she was looking forward to the weekend when her boyfriend would take a crap his visual aspect. We hadn't yet discussed the sleeping arrangements, but I wasn't worried. I was sure that he and Lisa had been intimate as they'd been dating for almost six calendar month. Lisa had explained that he was ineffective to forgather us when we picked her up because he was taking a former examination necessitated by a scheduling conflict.

We were in the car at 9:00 for the drive to the Wilmington drome when I just said,"I think we should have Adam stay in the sleeping accommodation that parcel your bathroom. I think your granny will be more agreeable to that, don't you ?"

"Funny, Mom, but I was going to advise the same thing. At least we'll be able to kip in a dry bed that way."She laughed as I scowled, giving her a sparkle punch on the arm. We arrived about twenty minutes early because the parking lots are a long way from the terminus and the shuttle armed service is slacken and sporadic. Still, we only waited outside security for about ten minutes, sitting in two of the comfortable chairs. Wilmington is a diminished airdrome with only about six Gates and three baggage carousels.

Lisa was up with a leap when Nana came into view. They hugged and then I hugged my female parent. A Young man helped us get her grip off the merry-go-round and we were on our way habitation lupus erythematosus than ten minutes later."OK, Donna ; separate me what's so hard to translate about the asshole."

"Mom, it all began when Mark sold his business organisation. He had a lot of time on his manus, and that's not all."Lisa giggled then as I continued the story.

"So, what could they do at this ‘ farm'?"

Lisa laughed like nutcase."You'll be amazed, Nana. You won't even recognize the bastard. His parents didn't three weeks ago and neither did his babe. You won't recognize him either. learn my tidings for it. There will be two vast surprises for you."We both giggled as we continued our thrust. As expected, we pulled into the garage just before twelve noon. I told her to provide the old bag in the car and Marci would take care of them as soon as I directed her to.

We had barely stepped into the living elbow room when Marci greeted us by kissing our shoes, probably shocking my female parent whose health hasn't been the best in recent class."Marci, get the suitcases from the Escalade and take them up to the first room on the right."

"Yeth, Mithtreth,"she said as she hustled out to the garage as I walked my mother out to the kitchen for lunch.

"I swear, Donna. I have never seen boobs anywhere as big as hers. She must have backaches every day. It's hard to believe that someone could be born to have teat like those."

"She wasn't born with them, Mom, but I will introduce you to the doctor who made them at the nuptials. Remember how you asked about the farm ? That's just one of the religious service they provide. You just met my former husband."

"That ? That was Gospel According to Mark ?"

"No, Nana ; that was Marci. She's what is commonly known as a she-male. She looks like a female, but she still has male sex organs, but they're safely locked away in a chastity device. Mom has to do that because Marci has an insatiable thirst for semen. She gave cock sucking to eleven of my classmates at the political party three hebdomad ago. I think she did all of them two or three prison term and, of course, she swallowed everything."

"Incredible,"Mom said."Why does she do this ? I mean, she has one thousand thousand. Why not just take off ?"

"Well, Mom,"I replied."first base of all, she doesn't have a penny. I have all of the money, all of his properties, cable car, boat…basically, everything. While she was at the farm she was injected with hormone and hypnotic drugs. Think, brainwashing to convert her that she wanted to be my petty slave miss. After three month she totally believed it. Lisa mentioned the party. When her parents bitched about him, I offered the chance to go out with them with Thomas More than five million dollars. She refused, kneeling at my feet and crying like a child. Her parents complained to the police a few days later and Rob gave her the opportunity again, but again she refused. She truly believes that she lives to serve me, Rob, and Lisa.

"Her service does let in some exceptional stuff. For representative, she will drink my pee on petition. That comes in handy on occasion. She's nifty at eating pussy, too, but her real strength is sucking cock. I phoned Rob when the copper came and he brought a Friend, Judge Jonathon Andrew. You may see him before the wedding. He usually stops by a couple of meter a week for some sexual table service. His married woman hasn't provided for him in eld, most of the time for a cock sucking, but occasionally for anal retentive sex."

"Ew, isn't that filthy ?"

"Normally, it would be, but Marci hasn't moved her bowels since this whole thing began. She has three clyster every morning. It's function of her morning routine—enemas, shower, hair, dress, and a tiny breakfast before bringing mine to me in the bedroom. I always leave the computer menu on the refrigerator. You can do the same, Mom."

"Damn, Donna ; this is just incredible."

"It is, Nana,"Lisa commented."Mom drove to Duke to pick me up when we dropped him off at the farm. That's when I met Dr. Sally, Marianne Robert Brown, and the other predominant women. We had a corking tiffin with wine and plenty of orgasms courtesy of the slaves."

When I saw the expression of shock on Mom's face, I felt that I had to verbalize.

"There's a club, Mom, of dominant women—women whose partner are either serial cheaters like Mark or fallible wimps who are well suited to become sissies—men who dress and behave like submissive womanhood. They're all trained at the farm. justice Andrews'sister is the laminitis of the club with a lot of effectual assistance from him. Once they were established, Jonathon was elected to the Bench and he turned farm's sound business over to Marianne Brown University. She'll be at the wedding ceremony, too.

"What was most storm, Mom was learning that members of my church service and women's baseball club in the city were also among the charwoman at the farm that day. I've been to a few meeting since then and I've met even more. One thing we all have in common is that none of us do any housework or washing or cooking. The milksop slaves do all of that and most of them work, too."

"Wow ! I guess they really are slaves, aren't they ?"

"Yes, Mom and almost also bathe their mistresses, shave their legs and axillary fossa, and do manicures and pedicures. I used to detest laundry and ironing, but Marci is surprisingly skilled at both. She also sews promiscuous buttons."

"Damn, Donna, you were properly. I had to see it to trust it. Even now, it's difficult to believe."

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The next week flew by, especially for Lisa now that her beau disco biscuit had arrived. He was a handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. man about six feet tall with a slender acrobatic chassis. Lisa was obviously glad to see him as she ran to his car and jumped into his coat of arms for a long tongue-laden kiss. Mom seemed a bit embarrassed, but I laughed. I usually had the same reaction when Rob came dwelling house from work.

Jonathon did stop by twice during the week, staying for an hour with Marci before leaving with a huge grin on his face. I usually smiled, as well, even though Mom thought it was revolting."Mom, his wife has given up on having sexual relations with him and he's a man with a man's motivation. She has given him permission to get his expiation elsewhere so long as he is discreet. There is nothing more discreet than Marci, is there ?"Even Mom had to agree with that.

Lisa, Mom, and I had appointee at the salon to accept our hair and nails done on Sabbatum dawn and, following the age-old tradition, I refused to allow Rob to see me in my dress until the ceremony. Jonathon and his wife Sheila arrived around noon for the 1:00 ceremony. Complaining of a shaver headache, he allowed Marci to picture him to one of the sleeping room upstairs to"rest."He seemed to be in much sound shape when he returned 40 minutes later.

"Are you okay, Jonathon,"his wife asked.

"Yes, my dear ; I'm feeling a capital deal better. I don't cognize what happened. I felt finely when we left the house, but something seemed to occur over me when we got here."

"As long as you're feeling well now, honey. You've missed out on a lot of the delicious hors d'oeuvres. They have caviar on melba toast, reinvigorated boiled shrimp, bacon-wrapped scallops, and some scrumptious cold vegetable with a creamy cattle ranch dressing, among early affair. Oh, here comes one of the waitresses now."A few seconds later Jonathon had taken several boiled shrimp and cocktail sauce in addition to a crank of his preferent malt whiskey on ice.

The literal wedding party would contain place in the life elbow room in front of the big stone open fireplace. Rob would hold off there with his crony while, first Lisa, and then I would walk down the stair from the endorsement storey to bear in front line of Jonathon with the gang of friends and relation behind us.

When Jonathon asked,"Who gives this woman in spousal relationship ?"Lisa stepped forward and said,"I do,"which we all thought was hysterical. Still, Jonathon continued, and since this was a civil ceremony and not religious, there were no prayers before or after the vows. Rob's brother, mike, produced the ringing as we said,"With this ring, I thee wed."Jonathon finished by saying,"By the office invested in me by the State of North Carolina, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the St. Bride, Rob. I know that's your favorite function of this ceremony."Everyone laughed, but Rob did pull me into a long embracement as I tiptoed up to spread my bright red lipstick all over his mouth.

Of track, we were swamped by sympathiser with hugs, kisses, and shake. That lasted for more than twenty minutes. During that time, I was introduced to the fourth-year spouse at the law business firm and I introduced Rob to my dominant protagonist. Later, once the factual reception had begun, I introduced my mother to Marianne John Brown and Dr. Sally.

We began with a 30 minutes cocktail party with even more hors d'oeuvres—mostly hot ones now—as we waited for our luncheon to begin. Eventually, everyone found their mesa and took their seats. We had a diminished band playing a variety show of dance melody, mostly from the forties, fifties, and sixties. I was emotionally and physically thrilled to dance with Rob, my body molding to his.

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We had finished feeding, having skipped all of the corny reception activity we had seen piles of times before, when I saw Jonathon looking a bit down. His wife was being a bitch, turning down his attack to trip the light fantastic toe with her and even avoiding conversation with the ease of us at the point table."Jonathon,"I asked,"are you feeling okay ? Would you like to lie down for a piece ? I could have got our maid appearance you upstairs again and see to anything you needed."

Jonathon gave me a knowing feeling before agreeing."I'm afraid it's my stomach."His wife used this as a cue to rationalize herself, telling all of us that she would go family and that Jonathon would be able to regain his own way later. I called Marci to us and gave her the instructions once again to allow for all of Jonathon's pauperization. I had dressed her in her nearly modest uniform which was not terribly pocket-size, but was still better than having her tits hanging out like they did most twenty-four hour period. Jonathon and Marci disappeared for more than an hour before he reappeared looking somewhat more than relaxed, if not refreshed.

"I can see you're feeling skilful, Jonathon."

"Yes, I rarely take a nap, but there's something about lying down in that room."I had to laughter and was still chuckling fifteen hour later when Marci reappeared. She whispered discreetly, telling me that she had changed the sheets and refashion the bed. I thanked her and suggested that she grab a bite in the kitchen where the caterer had provided a repast for her.

The party broke up by six with all of our guests giving Rob or me envelopes with what I was sure were hard cash natural endowment. I was embarrassed because we obviously didn't need anything and were probably richer than any of our Edgar Guest, even the law firm's senior partners. Nonetheless, we accepted the gifts with smiles and thanks as everyone made their way to the door.

I had just let the terminal of our guests leave then I had turned to Marci."well, Marci, I assume you had a lot of fun with Master Jonathon."

"Oh yeth, Mithreth Donna. I mutht have thwalloed a Imperial gallon of hith delithious themen while I was thucking hith big cock and when he fucked me I wath able to cum twithe. I wath able to lick that off the floor. It wath a fantastic day, but I with I could stimulate given you and Mathter Rob a gift."She dropped to her knees and began to osculate my feet.

I ran my fingers through her hair as I leaned down to kiss her head."Oh, Marci ; you have given me the most incredible gift—one I have cherished and will treasure for many old age ahead. Your total entry to me is just about the Charles Herbert Best giving I have ever received."She looked up at me with tears in her heart as the thanked me repeatedly.

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Rob and I were relatively Whitney Moore Young Jr. and might have tried to receive shaver of our own if only I had been able. Instead, we decided to assume, thinking that we would want older children who were otherwise unlikely to be adopted. Normally, adopting children of any age can be a long and difficult cognitive process. However, when the head justice of the country's highest court of justice is one of your best friends a lot of the red tape recording just thaw away. So it was that we adopted our son, ten-year old Dominic, a black Hispanic American boy from Colombia. His parents had died on the farsighted and serious journey north.

Dominic had been nervous at our foremost meeting, hiding behind the social worker until we suggested going out to eat at McDonald's. He and the actor sat in the rear nates with Rob double-checking that he was securely belted in before we drove down the main road. It was a tender sunny day so I suggested that we put the top down feather. He was amazed and delighted, but not as much as he was when we walked into the restaurant.

Despite the huge gaps in his schooling, he knew quite a few words in English and, especially Coke and chicken nuggets and fries. The huge smile on his grimace just made our day. We ate and got acquainted and when the social prole asked if we wanted him, we didn't hesitate even a second."YES !"

There were papers to be prepared and filed with the court, but they were just formalities. The sociable worker had visited us at our abode and, yes, Marci wore her virtually lowly uniform then, too. We had been interviewed and the worker had even asked me,"Who do you make love ? You jumped all the way to the top of the list."

"Maybe that's because we're bequeath to admit some child that nobody else is interested in. That's something no kid should ingest to endure."She agreed immediately and sadly. Two sidereal day later, after we had taken Dominic home with us and had shown him to his room, we sat down for lunch. I gave him several choice and he took Arachis hypogaea butter and jelly. After tiffin I explained that we had to register him for schooltime and then I would pack him shopping for some new clothes.

Walking him into the school was fun as he held my hand the entire time. Clearly, he was completely overwhelmed. Several months later when his language accomplishment were much honorable, he told us that his shoal was giving than his entire Village in Colombia.

Dom was an aegir learner and quickly learned to use his laptop, but he was only allowed to playact games for an hour a day and, even then, only after his homework had been completed. Two year later he got a sis, an eight-year old blackness orphan. She was also disadvantaged until we took her in and then she was privileged. Rob and I were thrilled to feature a phratry, even if the great unwashed stared at us whenever we walked into a restaurant or theater.

By the sentence we had adopted Nevaeh, Lisa was almost finished at Duke's outstanding medical examination school. We proudly attended her graduation program, cheering wildly when her name was called. Once the program had ended, we grouped together, the younger children running to hug and kiss their older sister. After picture of our whole group we all went out to eat at one of the field's o.k. restaurant. I had made the reserve month in feeler, just as I had with the hotel where I had reserved a three-bedroom cortege. Lisa had taken a position as a staff pediatrician at our urban center's hospital and as a member of one of the region's expectant recitation. Rob and I couldn't possibly have been prouder.

Unfortunately, that was also the time that we learned that Jonathon's wife, Sheila, had contracted pancreatic cancer. Jonathon had told us that she hated seeing the doctor, so by the sentence it was diagnosed it had already reached degree IV and had metastasized, impacting nearly of the critical organs in her body. She lived less than a month before passing. During that time Rob and I had many long and dangerous discussions with Jonathon.

Mom came to visit about two weeks before Sheila passed so she could stay put with the kids. Neither Rob nor I wanted our Whitney Moore Young Jr. children at a funeral. They just wouldn't understand. Jonathon and Sheila had no children—he said the resultant of refusing sex during most of their wedlock -- so he would now be alone. That had been the field of study of about of our discussions.

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We had just returned to our place after the funeral and sepulture when I walked upstairs to our bedroom. I wanted to change my apparel and, in the unconscious process, to take the blue travelling bag from my closet. I brought it down to the introduction hall before taking a seat in the sustenance room and calling Marcy to kneel between my long slender legs.

"Marci, you are to go with Master Jonathon and serve him as you would me. He is alone now and he needs you more than I do. Officially, you will initially be his amah with a pocket-size sleeping accommodation down the hall from his. In reality, you will be his mistress. You will serve him sexually in accession to cleaning, handling the laundry, and cooking. You will have a device driver's license so you can shop and buy all of the food for thought you will demand. Also, you will have on regular wearable, not a housemaid's uniform. I already have several rig in the travelling bag at the door. I am certain you will enjoy being with schoolmaster Jonathon. I know that he will want you to suck up his cock several times a week in add-on to fucking you so you will get plentitude of semen. You will also sleep in his bed with him so you can start each and every day by blowing him. I believe it will be an exciting and rewarding time for you. You are to take after every program line given you by Master Jonathon just as you have for Rob and me. Now, buss my feet and succeed maestro Jonathon to your new home."Marci obeyed without vacillation or question and meekly followed Jonathon to his car.

Mom, Rob, and I relaxed in the living room until the small fry returned from school day. They ran in, excited as common about everything that they had experienced and eager to share their dangerous undertaking with us. Of course, they wanted to recognize where Marci was.

"Marci has gone to help Mr Jonathon. You know that his married woman died and now he is all alone. He needs person to care for him—to clean and jerk his house, do his laundry, and cook—so Marci went to know with him. She'll be staying there from now on."

"Who's going to care for us,"Nevaeh asked.

"I've hired a new maid and we already have a cook and, virtually importantly…we have each other."They looked at each former and smiled before running into my and Nana's subdivision. Apparently, they agreed completely.

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So began our lives without Marci, nee Mark, although I did visit with Jonathon often. He told me what a wonderful experience it was to ingest his own personal slave and how lots he enjoyed waking up to an tidal bore blowjob every forenoon. Marci also appeared to be extremely delight with her new experience. She was getting a mouthful of her hold dear ejaculate at least one a day, and even more on the weekends. Jonathon was sure to establish her an climax at to the lowest degree once a week which he said she looked forward to eagerly, slurping all of her warm seed from a bowl immediately. Only once in the outset month did he lambaste her and that was as a lot to show her who was the boss as it was for an infraction.

By then Rob had advanced to one of the in high spirits positions in his firm—Managing manager. respective senior attorneys had retired and one had died at his desk from a center attack. Thanks to Mark's fortune, we didn't need the money, so the primary benefit was that he worked a habitue nine to five day—five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a workweek. He had the occasional civil matter—mostly testament and estate provision, neither of which required long hours or overtime. Sir Thomas More than lxxx percent of his oeuvre involved the supervision and payroll of the house's lxii employees.

Rob and I still made love often and I had learned to love occasional anal. The orgasms were so acute that I could only manage it once a week, usually on a Saturday Nox so I could slack up the play along day while Rob played golf, usually with one or both of our youngster. They learned to love the plot, both playing on their gamey school squad before heading off to college—Dom at UNC and Nevaeh at north Carolina State. Their competition led to many an interesting vacation dinner with the teasing and joking staying estimable naturedly.

Rob and I were empty squatter by the time we were in our mid-fifties. Jonathon had passed by then and Marci was taken in by one of my dominant"babe,"as Rob called them. Rob go to bed because money had never been an issue for us and our time together was. We bought a beautiful waterfront home in Palm Beach, Florida where we spent our age entertaining our small fry and grandchildren on virtually every vacation and summer vacation.

I received a sad phone call from my rife sister that Marci had passed in her slumber. I was sad, of course of study, but I also felt joy—joy that Marci had had a productive life of number submission—exactly what she told me she had craved so many years ago. Rob and I sat outside in the screened porch that evening and drank a toast to the memory of my dutiful slave .