Crystal Maid Cystal Broken
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Mariam eyed him with her big doe eyes as Hamid entered the room. He
gestured at her to join him at the small padded bench in the middle of
the room. With a single finger he slipped the bra strap of her shoulder.
No words were needed and Mariam unhooked her red demi cut bra and
stepped out of her matching knickers. He noted with satisfaction her
little cock was standing erect. Hamid patted the bench and obediently
Marian climbed up and knelled on all fours, doggy style. Hamid now
stepped over the bench and positioned himself behind her. He'd had her
in many positions but this was his favourite.
Standing behind he was able to penetrate her deeply and the position
gave him good access to her heavy boobs that now swayed gently above the
couch and he could rub her small cock if he desired. In a smooth
movement he pushed the length of his cock up inside her. Mariam gave her
customary little squeal and she felt his piston stretch her anal
muscles, but as Hamid gently rode her the small cry turned from pain to
pleasure. He knew that Mariam may not like the penetration but she sure
enjoyed the ride. Mariam moaned loudly and her little cock trembled and
spontaneously ejaculated a splash of watery seamen. He griped her wide
hips more tightly, his rhythmic pounding making her large breast flop
outrageously beneath her.
It wasn't uncommon for Mariam to have 2 or even 3 orgasms during their
intercourse. Nasir maintained that he'd elicited 6 from her during a
marathon session and he'd promised to repeat that act in front of the
whole team. Hamid personally had little doubt that this was true as he
did have the nickname -even in school - of 'Nasir stallion man' -and it
wasn't for his running ability. None of this was on Mariam's mind. She
was focused on Hamid's cock grinding inside her, poking her prostate,
and guiding her toward another orgasm. She could tell by Hamid rapid
thrusts that he was close and she hoped he could sustain himself till
she was ready. She needn't have worried.
As he came deep inside her, she shuddered with another explosive climax,
compounding her ecstatic state. Hamid withdrew with a pop that he always
found satisfactory and his seed ran out of Mariam's puckered hole onto
her red stocking tops. Hamid examined Mariam's face as she cleaned his
cock with her perfectly rounded mouth -he had always been fascinated by
the post copulation glazed look in her eyes. As Hamid made to leave
Mariam became dimly aware that Mohammad had entered the room and taken
Hamid's position. Mariam once again gripped the couch tightly. As Hamid
left and closed the door behind him, he heard Mariam give a familiar
little squeal.
18 Months Earlier
Geraldine Birch placed the phone back in its cradle and swung her chair
round and stared onto the Surrey hills from her second floor study
window deep in thought. At 45 she'd done well for herself especially
after being told numerous times that she'd come to nothing. But that was
a long time ago back in her South London school. It was true that
academically she'd been a failure but school hadn't interested her -
she'd been having too good a time for that. At 18 she'd become a regular
on the party scene and by 21 was rubbing shoulders with some very well
connected people. There was no doubt that her ravishingly good looks,
long blonde hair (dyed of course) and a figure to die for helped and
she'd had many (wealthy) suitors. However she didn't want to throw
herself away on one man like her mother, and it wasn't long before she
realised she could charge for what she'd been previously giving away. In
short she'd become a high-class hooker. However Geraldine wasn't stupid
no matter what they said at school or what her men thought, and by the
time she'd turned 30 she'd owned outright a house in Battersea an area
that had suddenly become very desirable.
It was about this time that Geraldine had decided to change track. She
knew that her looks wouldn't last forever and her men were becoming
more interested in new faces on the scene. Over the past couple of
years she'd been picking up older men and she had spied an opening in
the market as you might say. Her new clients had some 'peculiarities'
that at first had let Geraldine bemused. She had found it hard to
understand how men who might well be responsible for millions of pounds
or thousands of staff would want her to spank or cane them, tie them
up, dress them in her underwear and other more bizarre requests. However
she was shrewd enough to understand that these men would pay handsomely
for those services and that there was potentially a huge market for them
.She sold up her house and moved into larger premises in the soon to be
fashionable East End which was crucially only 2 miles from the financial
heart of the city and set about turning her house into a submissive's
heaven where she would be the goddess.
Business boomed and Geraldine was soon recruiting other girls to keep
pace with a workload which was mostly men escaping the pressures and
stresses of the markets. She didn't feel bad about this as the girls
earned a good income and were far away from the clutches of pimps and
other gangsters out to get as much as they could. Far better to do
admittedly bizarre business, in safe comfortable surrounds than standing
on some condom festooned alleyway.
The call on which she now pondered had been from one of her old girls
Sadie. Sadie in truth was a bit dim but she'd worked hard, was reliable
and had managed to do very well for herself. Against all odds she'd
married well and now had a couple of kids although her husband had no
idea of her past. However that past had come back to haunt her. Rather
stupidly Sadie had done a number of 'glamour' shoots and films. These
had found there way onto the net and she had been recognised by some low
life, who was now blackmailing her. She'd already paid him £5000 but he
was back with a new demand. She had 2 weeks to find a further £25000 or
hubby would be receiving some rather alarming DVD's.
Geraldine turned back to her desk and scrolled though her lists of
contacts. She picked up the phone and entered a number.
"Hi Paul this is Geraldine - Geraldine Birch. I've got a job for you..."
Geraldine had to admit it. Paul was good - expensive yes - but good and
quick.
On the desk before her, less than a week since getting the call from
Sadie was a folder containing all the details of her blackmailer,
Tristan Allen 22 years old. From the covert pictures provided by her
private investigator he looked a wimpy sort of guy, brown hair with a
sallow complexion. From Paul's investigation he seemed a bit of a loner
- no close family, contacts or friends come to that. Interestingly he'd
been implemented in a couple of Homophobic attacks in his hometown but
never convicted. She assumed this was why he'd left for the bright
lights of London. He seemed the perfect subject for a project Geraldine
had been considering for some time. She needed to make a few calls.
Tristan Allen walked into The Ship, a rather secluded pub just off the
Strand in London's west end. It was quite, which wasn't surprising as it
was 11:30 in the morning and the lunchtime rush was still an hour away.
He couldn't believe his luck. This scam was a right money-spinner and he
was going to milk it for all it was worth he thought. He'd moved up to
London from the West Country rented a crappy flat and had planned to
look for work. But a marvellous opportunity had presented itself. He'd
been mooching around Kensington asking after bar work when he happened
to notice a posh looking woman helping her kids out of there 4x4 and
enter one of the more expensive town houses found in that part of town.
He'd recognised her immediately.
Tristan had had a fixation with a woman he'd found on one of the many
porn sites he visited and had a sizable collection of DVD's and pictures
of a woman he knew as Sally Fox. And that was Sally Fox, admittedly a
few years older, now entering that house. It hadn't taken him long to
establish her real identity, and more importantly how much she was
worth. He'd sent her a DVD with a demand for 5 grand and she'd paid up
almost immediately- easy money. Now it was payday again. He ordered a
pint and supped it at the bar. It wasn't long before Sadie arrived and
sat at a quite table in the corner of the pub. Tristan ordered a bottle
of water and went to join her. Sadie looked at her tormentor with
disgust and handed him a brown envelope full of 50 notes. Leaving her
drink untouched she rose to leave.
"That's £25000. I don't have anymore will this be the end of it?" she
asked. Tristan threw her a leering smile
"Maybe - but I may need a more personnel service next time."
Sadie marched out without a further word. Feeling rather pleased with
himself Tristan drained his glass and followed her out. As the cool
spring air hit him he felt suddenly queasy and unsteady on his feet. As
he leaned against a lamppost the world spun around him. He felt a strong
hand on his arm and before he could protest was hauled into the back of
a parked van. The doors closed and his world slipped from him forever.
The bar tender who'd doctored Tristan's drink patted the roll of notes
in his pocket.. Always good to do business with Paul Grant he thought as
he watched the white van disappear into the London Traffic.
Tristan woke with a thumping headache and a parched mouth. It took him a
few minutes to come round fully and take in his surroundings. He was
lying on a bed in a small sparse room. The only light came from a
skylight set in the high ceiling.
Panic set in. Where am I he thought and how long have I been out. There
wasn't an easy answer to these questions as his watch along with all his
clothes were missing. By the pale light coming though the skylight he
guessed it must be evening. He carefully sat up and rubbed his neck. His
blood turned cold as he felt a metal band secured round neck. He
franticly pulled at it but it didn't seem to have any catch or obvious
way of release. He felt round the band carefully. He discovered a small
hole in the front. Shit he thought it must be locked in place. At the
back was a small cylindrical bulge that pressed firmly into his skin.
Trying hard to control his fear he unsteadily stood to investigate his
surroundings. The room had a bed, toilet and sink. Between the bed and
the toilet was a heavy looking door with no handle and a narrow flap
near its base. On the sink was a cup and that was it. The skylight was
too high to be reached so he couldn't even see what lay outside. The
only thing he could do was bang on the door and shout. Which he did
until his hands bled and his voice was hoarse.
All of Tristan's exertions were wasted. The room was sound proofed.
Downstairs Geraldine was unaware that her captive had come round
although she guessed he might. Let the bastard stew till morning she
thought. She reflected on how well the first phase of her plan had been
executed. Tristan had been delivered mid afternoon and Paul had carried
the unconscious youth to her attic cell. She'd had the room converted
when she'd moved in 5 years ago just in case she ever went back to her
old profession. She had enjoyed 10 years at her brothel in the East End
and had sold it for a handsome profit to a consortium of the girls who
still worked there. With the profits and her considerable savings she
brought this large house out in country about an hour from town. She'd
also started a company importing and distributing all sorts of wares to
the numerous houses of 'leisure' she knew of. She supplied simple things
like condoms, creams and dildos to all sorts of exotic instruments.
She'd even supplied a Birmingham Madam with an Iron Maiden. Many of the
discipline instruments (or torture implements) were strictly illegal but
her huge array of contacts smoothed over any red tape. Although business
was good and it kept her busy she was surprised how much she missed
being a dominex. She knew she'd been good but often wondered if she
could train an unwilling participant. She would soon find out.
Tristan was wondering if he'd ever see a human face again. He'd been
shut up the room for 2 weeks now but felt like 2 years. All he had to
eat was the occasional crust of bread shoved though the opening at the
foot of the door and he was becoming weaker by the day. There hadn't
been much of him before this craziness had started and he must have lost
7 pounds already during his incarceration.
A further week past and Tristan had begun to doubt his sanity until
finally he heard a key in the door. This was his chance. The door opened
and Tristan made a grab at the stout lady who lay beyond it. However his
weeks on a starvation diet betrayed him and his feeble attack was easily
side stepped by Geraldine who'd anticipated such a move, tripped and
left him sprawling on the floor. Tristan made to get up for another go
but was stopped dramatically in his tracks. Geraldine pushed a button on
a small control she held, and Tristan was left convulsing in agony on
the floor. To drive his first lesson home Geraldine held the button for
a full 5 seconds. Releasing it, Tristan stopped writhing and lay at her
feet whimpering, clawing at his control collar.
"Chinese," Geraldine said in a matter of fact why as if she was
describing some new kitchen implement. "They use them to break and
control their political prisoners. Said to be excruciating and I'm sure
you'd agree. Now get up if you don't want another demonstration."
Gingerly Tristan rose not taking his eyes from Geraldine's finger as it
hovered over the control box.
"Put these on one wrist." She slung him a pair of handcuffs. Fearing
another jolt he slipped the manacle over his wrist and shut it tight.
"Good- you're a quick learner. Turn and place your hands behind you." He
felt the other manacle close over his wrist.
"Downstairs -I've got something to show you."
Meekly Tristan trudged downstairs and followed Geraldine in the middle
of a large lounge. Tristan flinched as Geraldine picked up the TV
control. She noted his reaction. The large TV flickered into life. It
was a 24-hour news channel. He was stunned to see his face peering out
from the screen and more so when he heard the report.
"...Police are hunting for Tristan Allen from South London. He is
believed to have been responsible for leaving an explosive device
outside of The Rainbow - a well know gay venue which failed to detonate
...... police have raided his flat and have found quantities of
explosives, arms and drugs.......police say not to on any account to
approach this man .........."
Tristan's jaw hung in disbelieve as Geraldine switched sides. The news
was the same on the other channel.
"Well Tristan - what does it feel like to have your world rubbed away
just like..." Geraldine snapped her fingers in his face.
"Just like you threatened to take Sadie's world away from her....."
"But... but.." Tristan stammered.
"Oh of course I know your not a bomber or have anything to do with arms
or deal drugs to pay for it all but do the police? I think you'll find
they have you bang to rights mister. They have the evidence and the
motive. Remember those nasty little episodes back home last year. You'd
be lucky to be considered even for parole in 30 years, especially in
this climate. In fact the only thing the police don't have is you.
"You dear, have a choice to make. You can choose to stay here as my
...pet.. You will be trained to do everything I say, or I can hand you
to the police. Bear in mind that they'll find your story of kidnap and
imprisonment a little hard to believe especially when they find out
you're a blackmailer as well."
It was the most critical part of Geraldine's plan. She was 99% sure he'd
stay but there was always a risk...
Tristan was let back upstairs and was given a radio to listen to just to
impress on him what serious shit he was in.
"Let me know in the morning what you decide," Geraldine said as she
closed the door. As an afterthought she threw the handcuff keys in after
him and locked the door.
It had been a long night for Tristan. He had decided to play along with
Geraldine and wait for an opening and see if things blew over. If he
could get away from this obviously deranged woman he might have a chance
on the run.
His door opened and Geraldine stood in front of him holding a cane that
looked like it belonged in a 1950's boarding school.
"Have you decided?"
Tristan looked apprehensively at the control she was holding and sub
consciously fingered his collar.
"I'll stay."
With that Tristan's fate was sealed.
"Good. Let me lay down some ground rules. Firstly don't get any big
ideas about running off. Your control collar will be activated if you
venture 50 meters from the house. That is you'll be laying in agony for
hours in the grounds if you try and run. Secondly you will always
address me as Miss Birch during the day and Madam in the evening or if
we have company. Understand?"
Tristan's lack of an immediate response brought a hard swipe of the cane
around his bare buttocks. He yelped in pain and made as if to retaliate
but thought better of it
"Understand?" Geraldine asked him again.
"Yes Miss Birch," came the immediate response.
"And remember if I should have any 'accident' that stops me
corresponding with my contacts the police will receive a tip off where
you are."
"Yes Miss Birch."
"Good let me show you your new rooms."
Geraldine led the naked man to the room next to his cell. Tristan was
surprised to find that the room was fairly comfortable. There was a
double bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers dressing table and chair and an
overstuffed settee. He was also pleased that there was an en suite
bathroom room. He was less pleased to see a strange looking padded bench
under the window that resembled an old vaulting horse in shape but had 4
legs. On each leg were some ominous looking straps as well as straps
over the bench. It was clearly a restraining device.
"Pleased to see your admiring your punishment table - if you're a quick
learner you won't be spending too much time on there."
"Yes Miss Birch."
Tristan had decided to play along. There was nothing to be gained by
showing defiance except another painful whip or worse a jolt from his
collar. "Now dear I want you to shower for me and then shave that nasty
stumble off."
Tristan obeyed and was soon under the stream of warm water grateful that
he could at last wash 3 weeks of grime from his body.
Geraldine sat on the bed. It was too early to tell but it was going
well. Tristan appeared to have accepted his fate although she felt he
was for the time being just playing along. She was also pleased with his
physical appearance. His newly slimmed body was smooth and virtually
hairless and although he hadn't shaved in 3 weeks his stumble was light.
Tristan towelled dry and splashed the remaining shaving foam from his
face.
He was aware of Geraldine watching him from the doorway.
"Finished?"
"Yes Miss Birch."
Geraldine ran a hand across his face With her cane she cracked him
across the arse again. She was beginning to enjoy herself.
"Not good enough do it again."
Geraldine pointed her cane at his cock and armpits and legs. "And there
and there - no stumble."
Having finished Geraldine again rubbed her hand across his face, round
his privates his armpits and finally his legs.
"Good - it's your responsibility to be smooth at all times in all these
areas. If I ever feel any hair there you will be punished. I would
recommend you do them twice a day."
"Yes Miss Birch."
"Come here I want to show you around."
She opened the wardrobe. It was full of housecoats and French maid
uniforms. "There 5 of each. A colour for every day of your new week.
Pink for day1, yellow for day 2, Blue for day 3, green for day 4 and
Black for day 5. You'll soon learn and you will refer to the days of the
week by it's colour. Today is day 1 so it's a pink day." Geraldine
fetched the 3/4 length pink housecoat from the wardrobe and with a white
apron laid it on the bed. Geraldine placed her finger under Tristan's
gapping mouth and pushed it shut.
"Yes dear you're going to be my new house maid - isn't that exciting?"
Tristan was too stunned to reply and earned another stoke of the cane.
It bought him back to his senses. "Yes Miss Birch."
"The little Maid outfits are for evenings and when we have guests of
course. Now then your 'smalls' are in here." Indicating the chest of
draws she pulled out a pair of white stockings, a pair of white satin
lace trimmed French knickers and a matching bra. Geraldine returned to
the wardrobe and took out a black pair of spiked high-heeled ankle
boots. The heels must have been 4 inches. "These will be worn with the
house coats and these..." she removed an almost identical pair of shoes
but to Tristan's dismay these had a 6 inch heel, "... go with those
saucy French outfits. Now for the icing on the cake."
From a draw in the wardrobe she removed a black corset. "I like my maids
tightly corseted. I find that if you entrap the body the mind will
follow. And we don't want you getting any ideas about engaging in any
inappropriate behave with that." She yanked hard on his cock. "I know
that you like your porn - how else would you have spotted Sadie." She
tugged his cock again. "And I know you've been beating the meat cooped
up in cell I could smell it." Again another tug. "I want my maids to be
pure-" Again another tug. "And to have pure thoughts-" tug "-it keeps
their minds on the job and not about when they can jack off next..."
Tug. To his shame Tristan's cock had sprang to life and was standing
horizontally out. This of course is what Geraldine had hoped for.
"Look at you now. You can't help yourself. Are you getting excited at
the prospect of being dolled up as Madam's little maid?"
"No Miss Birch."
It was the truth although Tristan found the thought of his very
existence being controlled by a dominant woman strangely intoxicating.
"You liar! I bet you can't wait to get in those fillies and stockings
and mince about on your high heals."
She was rubbing his cock again and beads of sweat had broken out on his
forehead. His cock was now pointing to the heavens and big beads of pre
cum were pooling on his cocks helmet.
His rapture was cruelly broken by Geraldine delivering a fearful blow of
her cane across the soft flesh of his engorged helmet. The ferocity of
the blow had caught Tristan completely unaware and the pain shot though
his body, overwhelming what seemed every nerve cell in his brain. He
doubled over screaming
Geraldine smirked at the sight of the young lad doubled up in front of
her. She knew the first sessions between them were the most important as
it would establish the foundation of the relationship between them, and
Geraldine wanted it left in no doubt that she was completely in control.
Tristan had recovered sufficiently to stand up straight on Geraldine's
command.
She looked at the red weald mark appearing across Tristan rapidly
deflating cock.
"That's what you get when you lie to me I'll ask you again. Does the
thought of being my maid excite you?"
"Yes Miss Birch,"
"And it means that when your dressed as my maid that cock of yours will
be getting all hot and flustered."
Shit what do I say thought Tristan who really only wanted to protect his
dick from another blow. He took a guess.
"Yes Miss Birch."
'So we need to do something about it. If you're all hot and flustered
you won't be able to perform your duties properly will you?"
Tristan didn't like the way this conversation was going.
"No Miss Birch."
"That means you'll need help in that department."
"Yes Miss Birch."
From the wardrobe where the corsets where kept, Geraldine removed a
bizarre looking appliance. It looked like a manacle from a set of
handcuffs and protruding though the middle a short hollow aluminium
sheath.
"This cock restrained will help keep your mind on your duties."
Geraldine shot him an evil grin. She slipped his now shrunken penis into
the sheath and locked the manacle part of the restrain round the base of
his cock and scrotom. It was a snug fit. Geraldine knew that if he were
to become excited he would be very uncomfortable. His cock was now hers.
"I have the only key," she informed him, "you will wear your restraint
at all times. You will sleep with it, shower with it, shave with it. It
has a hole in the end so you can still pee but it will only be removed
under my supervision. As my maid you forgo any rights to your cock.
Understand?"
"Yes Miss Birch."
There was pivot that connected the sheath to the manacle and popping his
balls up inside him she locked the sheath so that it pointed vertically
down between his legs. The pressure from the sheath kept his balls
inside him. Tristan looked down. He could not see his cock, only glimpse
the sheath between his legs.
"Of course you'll have to pee sitting down but that's what I'd expect
from any maid. Lay on the bed."
Tristan complied, dreading the next indignity.
"Now Tristan what does a maid have that you presently do not?" Geraldine
tapped her cane menacingly on the palm of her hand.
"I don't know," Tristan replied fearing another beating.
"Breasts, my dear Breasts. Now if you want to be my maid what do you
need?" Geraldine continued her tapping.
"B..Br.." Tristan couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Breasts Tristan dear, Breasts. Ask me nicely and I'll give you a pair."
Tristan hesitated and immediately felt the full force of his control
collar.
He convulsed in agony. When he had recovered Geraldine invited him
again.
"Ask me nicely and I'll give you a beautiful pair of breasts."
Again he couldn't bring himself to ask. Once more pain racked his body.
Geraldine had been expecting this resistance. There normally came a time
where a line would be drawn in the sand which her victim would refuse to
cross. She knew Tristan had reached that point and Geraldine knew she
had to break him or her entire enterprise would be ruined.
"Ask nicely." Geraldine's voice had a musical note to it. This was where
she'd earn her corn. Show no mercy and get the job done. He'd thank her
later. Or maybe not.
Poor Tristan was in turmoil. He hated pain and his threshold for it was
low and he knew it. But he was damned if he was going to ask for
breasts. He didn't know how much more of this punishment he could take.
"Ask Miss Birch for a nice pair of tits....."
"Aaaaahhhhh."
"Tristan stop being silly and ask your Madam for a nice pair of Maids
tits......"
He was broken.
"Can I have a pair of tits," he whispered.
Geraldine whacked him across the top of his thighs with cane.
"LOUDER."
"Can I have a pair of tits," he said in a trembling voice.
Thwack. Another stoke across his thighs.
"NICELY."
"Miss Birch please may I have a pair of tits."
Thwack.
"What type of tits?"
"Miss Birch please may I have a pair of maid tits."
Thwack.
"What type of maid tits?"
"Miss Birch please may I have a nice pair of maid tits."
Thwack.
"What size of nice maid tits?"
"Miss Birch please may I have a nice big pair of maid tits." He screamed
it out.
Tristan was at the end of his tether. He would say or do anything to end
this torment.
"Of course you may Tristan. I don't know what all the fuss was about.
You did ask for a nice BIG pair of maid tits."
Tristan had decided that if he was not sure of the answer he'd answer
affirmatively.
"Yes Miss Birch."
"Ok I was going to give you a pair of 34 B's but as you asked so nicely
I'll make those 36 D's."
Geraldine was standing over him with two large silicon breast forms. She
applied glue to the base of one of them and placed in over Tristan's
right nipple.
She did the same on the left.
"Now I want you to hold these close to your chest until the glue tries.
Should only be a few minutes."
After Geraldine was satisfied the cement had set properly, she had
Tristan stand. The weight and size of them came as a surprise to him.
They hung heavily from his chest putting a strain on his back and he
felt that his centre of gravity was way out. When he looked down he
realised how large they were as they obstructed his view of his feet. He
also noted they came complete with pert little nipples.
"Tristan do you like your new breasts?"
"Yes Miss Birch."
"I'm glad of that as you'll have to live with them. They can only be
loosened with a special solvent, without which they'll stay for good.
Try physically removing them and there's a good chance the skin of your
chest will come with them. Now I think you're ready to get dressed now.
I expect you to take this all in as from tomorrow you will be doing it
yourself. You are my maid now not the other way round.."
"Yes Miss Birch."
She took the corset and wrapped it round him positioning it just under
his new falsies and fastened it loosely at the front. It was unlike any
corset Tristan had seen - not that he was an expert. There were no laces
but at the fastening there seemed to be some sort of key system.
Geraldine had that key and inserting into the top fastener began to
strap him in. He felt the fabric contact on him. She repeated the
procedure on each of the fastening. It felt tight but not as tight as he
feared. She produced a tape measure and wrapped it round his waist. She
tutted.
"When you came her you were 32'' round the waist. That had dropped by a
couple inches during your stay and the corseting has left you with a
28'' waist. I require my maids to be at maximum 26'' minus a half inch
for your uniform. That means we need to lose 2 1/2 inches."
She began turning the key. He felt his insides being squashed.
"Deep breath," Geraldine called out gaily.
He complied and the key was turned another ratchet or two. Unfortunately
for Tristan as he exhaled he found that his stomach had nowhere to go.
He felt like he'd been squashed into a tube of tooth past and for a
moment he thought he'd pass out. Geraldine was at the tape measure
again.
"26 inches," she informed him.
"As it's your first day I let the half go but when you present yourself
to me tomorrow it better be 25 1/2. Now this is how you'll put your bra
on." She clipped the bra together under his breasts, spun it round and
in a couple of swift movement had the straps over his shoulders. Tristan
was pleased that the bra supported his falsies moving the weight away
from his chest and back, and up onto his shoulders. Next came the
knickers and Tristan's stockings rolled up his smooth legs to be
fastened by the suspender straps hanging from his corset.
"Go sit at the dressing table. It's time for some make up lessons. Pay
particular attention, as I will monitor your appearance constantly."
Geraldine handed him a pair of tweezers.
"Pluck your eyebrows. My maids always have lined eyebrows."
This was of course a lie. None of her paying customers would have
plucked their eyebrows. Most didn't even shave their legs or armpits
although a few shaved their pubes. In Geraldine's opinion this what made
Tristan so delicious. He would do anything she said or he would suffer
the consequences. He couldn't decide he'd had enough and then settle the
bill and leave - he was in it for life even if he currently failed to
realise that.
Tristan was now brow less and Geraldine went though all the techniques,
foundation, blusher, eyelashes, liner, eye shadow and lipstick. She
showed him how to draw on his eyebrows with a pencil. When it came to
his nails she gave him a set of long false talons and applied them using
the same glue as she'd used for his breasts and showed him how to apply
nail vanish. She made it clear that she expected him to be made up the
same every day except for 'pink' days when he would use pink lipstick
and nail varnish instead of the dark crimson.
Next came his stiletto ankle boots. He was a size seven not to big but
not as dainty as Geraldine had wanted. Maybe something could be done
about those in the future she thought. They were locked onto his feet
with 2 delicate gold padlocks and would only be removed last thing at
night. Finally she handed Tristan the pink housecoat. It had long
sleeves and a white Peter Pan collar with matching trim that buttoned
down to the hem. He put it on but fumbled with the buttons partially
because they were on the wrong side but mainly because of his new nails
- Tristan could tell they would take some getting used to.
Before she allowed Tristan to look at his new self, Geraldine
disappeared and came back carrying a wig .
"You will wear this at all times and only remove it to sleep. It's a
temporary measure till you hair grows out."
The wig was dark and cut to a bob shape. Geraldine wrapped Tristan's
hair in a net and settled the wig on her new maid. Done she thought.
"Stand for me."
Tristan stood grappling with the confines of his corset, the weight of
his newly acquired breasts and his 4" shoes.
Geraldine looked over him closely. She was very satisfied. He still had
his boyish appearance and his feet were too big but she was most pleased
by his shape. His breasts looked natural, his pulled in waist gave more
volume to his admittedly narrow hips and his long slender legs were set
off perfectly by his ankle boots.
"Look at the new you."
Tristan totted over to the long mirror of the wardrobe. He was shocked
by his reflection. He was expecting to look like some outrageous drag
queen but the imagine reflected back to him couldn't be further from the
truth. He looked in all sense and purposes like a chambermaid from the
fifties. He found it hard to believe it was still him under that wig,
makeup and clothing. What was most alarming was his shape. The false
breasts and tight corseting did give him a definite womanly look. Most
worryingly for Tristan was that any stranger would have difficulty
telling if he was a boy or a girl.
"One last thing Tristan."
Geraldine wrapped his apron ride his waist and tied it off with an
elaborate bow.
"Do you like your new image dear? I do. I think you look yummy, don't
you agree."
"Yes Miss Birch."
"And Tristan - I or anyone else for that matter will not be calling you
that any more. You will be known simply as Maid or The Maid until you
earn the honour of me renaming you. Understand?"
"Yes Miss Birch."
"That's good Maid. There is still much to be done."
Tristan followed Geraldine down her study stumbling on the high heels.
"Maid, before you can perform any service for me you need to behave
properly and for starters you need to learn to walk correctly. The shoes
you wear contain a pair of sensors. If your step exceeds 2 feet you will
receive a corrective jolt like this." She pushed the button on her
remote and Tristan felt a razor-sharp pain originating at his collar. "I
want you to walk to the wall next to that switch."
Careful not to over step Tristan tottered over to an innocuous switch on
the wall. On the opposite wall was a similar switch.
"Maid you will push that switch. When you do, you have 3 seconds to
press the switch opposite and then a further 3 seconds to return and
press the original switch. Failure to do so will result in corrective
jolt you just experienced.."
Tristan pushed the switch, but in his eagerness to reach the opposite
wall he overstepped and received a jerk from her collar. This
momentarily halted his progress and he received a further jolt in not
reaching the control switch in time.
Geraldine smiled a statistic grin.
"Quick maid the other switch."
Tristan managed to make it this time, and concentrating hard managed to
cross successfully the next. He found that if he swung his hips in a
manner akin to a sports walker he could mange the distance with shot
quick steps. Geraldine was impressed by how quickly he'd mastered the
technique and the way he now swung his hips to compensate for his
reduced step. After 20 minutes Tristan was comfortable with the
mechanics of his new gait and could comfortably transverse the width of
the study in time. Geraldine turned the control switches off.
"Good maid - now it's time learn how to carry yourself."
She took a book sized tablet and placed it on Tristan's head.
"You will now repeat the exercise - the tablet contains a sensor and if
it falls you again receive a jolt." She switched the control switches on
again After a few painful lessons Tristan mastered that too. More was to
follow. Bands were placed round Tristan's wrists and if his arms now
swung more than 20 degrees from the horizontal he was rewarded with more
pain.
After an hour Geraldine was pleased. Tristan was now mincing across the
room in shot little steps, hips swaying outrageously, head held high
with arms at the side.
Tristan was less happy. His feet, not used to being perched up on 4-inch
heels and being crammed into a point, were beginning to ache terribly as
well as his calves. If he thought he'd get a break he was to be
disappointed.
"Now you have mastered walking you need to learn to curtsey." Geraldine
led him over to in front of her desk. Painted on the wooden floor where
outlines of a pair of feet. Tristan stood in them. On the desk was a
further pair of sensors. Tapping them Geraldine continued.
"These will monitor your wrist sensors in relationship to the ones in
your shoes so that you achieve the right level of elevation when
curtseying. Place your right foot behind your left, hold the hemp of
your dress and down."
Tristan tried and received a shock for his troubles.
"Not low enough - again."
He dipped again, lower this time causing him to topple backwards
resulting in another jolt.
"Again," Geraldine instructed.
This time he got it right, but too Tristan it felt very perilous as he
was almost on the verge of falling.
The aches in Tristan's legs were getting serious and he wondered how
long he could continue. However the pain from the collar was worse and
another hour of practice passed before Geraldine was satisfied.
"Enough," she cried, "you will practice walking and curtseying for an
hour each morning until I am satisfied.
"Now I will outline your duties.
"Every day you will dust and hover every room in the house except this
one. The kitchens and bathrooms will be kept spotless at all times. You
will serve me breakfast, lunch and dinner when I say and will perform
any other duties I require.
"On Pink days you will pay particular attention to the kitchen. I expect
every utensil to be washed and polished, every cupboard emptied and
cleaned including the oven and every window and work top to be
sparkling. On Yellow days you will concentrate on the lounge and dinning
room. Green days the two drawing rooms, and Blue days the bedrooms and
bathrooms. Black days will be "training days."
"I will supervise your performance and any mistakes or below par
performances will be recorded here."
She handed Tristan a small note pad, each page of which was sub divided
into the five days.
"On Black days I will review your performance and believe me you do not
want to have a bad review.
"There will be no excuses as all your rules are in here." Tristan took a
thin book of Geraldine handed him.
"You can study that later but today you will clean the entire house and
concentrate on the kitchen. But before that you will make me lunch....."
Poor Tristan lay on his bed, his feet at last relived of their agonising
confinement. It was late and he knew he had to do it all again tomorrow
and the next day and the next. He was in total despair. There seemed no
way out and on top of that he'd already acquired 5 black marks, not that
he knew what they meant but he was sure it wasn't good.
The first week had been hell for Tristan and now he stood in his room
faced by Geraldine. Geraldine ordered him to fetch her cane from the
study and returning he found the punishment table moved to the middle of
the room. Geraldine's hand hovered menacingly over the control box as
Tristan bend over the bench apprehensively. Geraldine secured his wrists
and ankles and lifted the little black satin skirt of his uniform over
his back. Tristan heard a practice swish of the cane and he braced
himself for the onslaught.
"First week maid and not a good start. 18 black marks mean 18 strokes my
dear. You will count each one and any errors mean we start from the
beginning."
Tristan's misdemeanours were read out. Incorrect posture, dust in the
lounge incorrect appliance of make up, failure to respond to
instructions in time the list went on and on.
"I'd like to say maid that this will hurt me more than you but that
would be a lie." Geraldine's voice had a little tinkle in it.
Tristan heard the whoosh of the cane arching though the air and the slap
it made as it made contact with his bare exposed bottom. He howled as
pain exploded though his body making his body arch against the
restraints.
"How many?" Geraldine asked pleasantly.
"O.o.one madam," Tristan managed.
Two followed, three, four. By the fifth Tristan was sobbing
uncontrollably, and by the twelfth he was begging for his torment to
stop. Through it all he managed, just, to keep counting. For the ordeal
to start afresh was too terrible for Tristan to contemplate.
At last he sobbed out eighteen.
With that Geraldine loosened his bonds and left the bawling maid
collapsed on the bench. That night was the most terrible Tristan had
experienced. The painful raised wields on his bottom made it impossible
to lie on his back and he hadn't been able to lie face down since his
cock restraint had been fitted .He lay on his side dozing fretfully
while trying to ignore his throbbing behind.
Tristan had become conditioned to his role as Miss Birch's maid. He now
rarely if ever got a shock for overstepping the maximum gate and moved
easily with little mincing steps even in the 6inch dress shoes. He'd
lost all sense of time as he had no access to TV, radio or newspapers,
and didn't know and didn't care how long he'd been incarcerated. All he
knew was that it was a black day and was dressed in his black satin
French maids outfit. He was cleaning up after Madams dinner. After he
had washed and dried the dishes he would be allowed to eat. Then he
would troop wearily to bed after getting Madams permission and the
little gold key to unlock his shoes.
He completed the dishes, and grabbed herself something small to eat.
Tristan was always hungry but to get the corset closed to 24'' he
couldn't afford to eat large quantities. He went to find Geraldine to
get consent to retire, knocked at her study door and entered. Tristan
curtsied deeply and approached Geraldine at her desk and stood patiently
as he waited for her to address her
"Maid hand me know your notepad."
"Yes Madam."
He removed his pad from the pocket of his frilly white apron and handed
it to Geraldine. She looked at the blank piece of paper that was the
total for this week's punishment.
"Maid, this is the first time since you've arrived that you have behaved
perfectly for an entire week. To celebrate that fact I will now name
you. I have decided on Crystal as the name implies pure and fragile and
like you easily broken. Do you like it?"
Inexplicably Tristan felt a great feeling of joy. His efforts had been
finally been recognised by his mistress. Up to that point he had not
realised how important it was to him to please her. He felt that he'd
been finally accepted.
"Oh yes Madam. Thank you."
Geraldine handed him the key.
"Crystal."
"Yes Madam."
"We have a guest tomorrow so it will be 'dress attire' all day."
Gillian
Crystal opened the front door. Before him was a middle-aged woman, dark
hair, about 5'8'' who looked rather fierce. She was carrying a brown
leather briefcase
"Mam Please come in. Let me take your bag and coat.."
Crystal recounted maid rule 108 - always refer to female gusts as Mam
unless instructed otherwise.
After hanging her coat in the cloakroom Crystal led the woman to
Geraldine's study.
She knocke, entered and curtsied deeply.
"Madam you have a guest." Turning to the woman he motioned her in.
"Please...."
The woman had not spoken a word but she had noted his every movement.
Crystal minced back to the door and stood beside it in the manner in
which he'd been trained. Hands held together in front of him with his
head slightly stooped. His pink satin maids outfit glistened in the warm
autumn sunshine streaming in though the study window
"Crystal."
"Yes Madam."
"Morning tea for myself and my guest."
"Yes Madam."
Curtsying he left the room and hurried down to the kitchen
Geraldine turned to her guest. "Gillian how are you. How's the practice
and the research?" Dr. Gillian Brown had run a gender reassignment
clinic in Harley Street for twenty years. They had become acquainted at
one of the many parties Geraldine had thrown in the old days. Geraldine
had always been fascinated by her work and they became good friends.
"The practice is fine and there are a couple of new developments I'm
just dying to try out. I take that that vision in pink is the one you
want the work done on? She seems very well trained but that's hardly
surprising. She has a good mistress. Do you rent her out?"
Geraldine smiled. She knew that Gillian had a passion for transgender
boys but she wasn't going to get her claws into Crystal. Not just yet.
"Yes she's the one."
"Wow she's gorgeous how long have you had her."
"Crystals been here 6 months now not that she knows it. I've been
conditioning her. She doesn't know what day of the week it is. She just
knows today is a pink day and that follows a black day and it'll be a
yellow day tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew what year it
was any more."
"And how long she been on hormones?"
"Since she arrived. But she's been on the ones you supplied for 4 months
now. Her arse and hips have filled out nicely and her features have
softened. But it's killed any sex drive she had. A pity really as that's
one less tool in my armoury.."
"Well I may be able to help you there - what about her breast
development?"
"Difficult to tell....."
"Oh Geraldine you haven't put those awful falsies on her."
Geraldine nodded sheepishly.
"Well we'll have to get her in ASAP Give her some real boobies she can
be proud of."
They were disturbed by a knock at the door. Crystal entered. She placed
the tray of tea and cups on the study desk, curtsied before resuming her
position by the door.
"Crystal come here I'd like you to meet Dr. Brown."
Crystal minced over and curtsied low in front of the doctor.
"Crystal. I'm here to examine you. Could you remove your dress for me,"
Gillian asked.
"Yes Mam."
Tristan recalled maid rule 78. Always obey a guest unless told
otherwise. He expertly reached behind him, removed his apron, and
skilfully undid the rear fastenings of his dress. He stepped out the
garment and stood before the doctor in is underwear.
"And the corset," Gillian instructed. Geraldine handed him a spare key
she kept in her desk draw.
"Bra and knickers too."
Tristan blushed deeply as he stood before the doctor in just his shoes
and stockings.
Gillian opened her bag and dug around until she found the small bottle
she been searching for. She applied the evil smelling liquid to the
breast forms that had been part of Tristan's anatomy for the past 6
months. They fell away surprisingly easily and Gillian inspected what
lay beneath. Crystal was stunned at what was there. Rather than the flat
chest he'd been expecting he'd seem to have sprouted little breasts with
large nipples and auros that pointed seductively upwards. In fact they
looked like the breasts you'd find on a pubescent girl. Whatever Crystal
thought, Gillian was impressed.
"Lovely," Gillian said and gave one of his nipples a playful tweak.
Tristan was surprised how sensitive it was and that he experienced a
shudder of excitement.
"Those Alpha 4 pills certainly seem to be doing the business. Turn round
Crystal. Yes look at the development round her hips and bottom. Very
good. I now need to examine her cock and balls. Geraldine please."
Geraldine handed her he key to Tristan's cock restraint.
She unlocked the restraint and Crystal's cock saw the light of day for
the first time in months. Whereas his breasts and arse had grown his
cock was a withered pale imitation of what it once was. She held his
placid penis between her fingers grunted and felt his shrunken balls.
"Thank you Crystal you may get dressed now. Geraldine I don't think the
restraint is required any longer; she'll get no pleasure from that. Not
at the moment at least. And she needs some new bras. The training ones
for pre teens will do nicely until she comes and sees me.."
Crystal quickly redressed.
Geraldine dismissed him and he moved swiftly from the room. Crystal's
first instinct was to rush upstairs and ensure that his make up and
dress were still immaculate. With a start he caught himself. What was he
thinking? He'd been given drugs that had made him sprout real breasts,
shrunk his dick, and was generally changing his body shape to that of a
woman - and he was worried about a smudge of lipstick. What was
happening to him physically and mentally? He still felt compelled to
check his appearance and he felt much better with a little powder on his
nose and a new coat of glossy pink lipstick.
"Geraldine Birch she is scrumptious," Gillian declared. "I don't think
they'll be any problem with any of the procedures you requested. Those
hormones are working their magic and having those heavy falsies hang
from her chest leaves me plenty of room to work with. They are now bog
standard procedures now. However there are a few things I'd like to
try."
Geraldine leaned forward her curiosity ignited. Gillian continued.
"You're absolutely sure you want to leave his plumbing in place? I could
give him such a sweet tight little cunny. And you're certain that you
don't want him neutered? She would make a sweet gelding."
Geraldine smiled and nodded her head. She recalled a rather unethical
conversation she had with her when Gillian had confessed some of her
deep fantasises. She would like nothing more than to cuckold some
unfortunate young man and have his balls in a jar within the year.
"No Gillian dear not this one, but please continue."
"Uh Uh.. Ok. If you're sure. There's been plenty research regarding the
medical applications of nanotechnology. That is a tiny microscopic
machine inserted in the body to perform certain functions that have been
damaged or destroyed. A classic example is nerve damage. If say a nerve
in the spinal column is severed, the brain never receives the message
that nerve sends. That's not because the nerve is dead - it still sends
the signal - it's just the circuit to the receiver in the brain is
broken. Advances in nanotechnology mean that tiny transmitters and
receivers can be attached to each end of the break in the circuit. Now
every time the nerve is stimulated the transmitter will fire a signal to
the receiver and the circuit is complete."
"Yes but how is this relevant to Crystal."
"Well if some part of her brain was stimulated we could place a
nanotransmitter to pick up that brain activity which would send a signal
to another strategically placed nanoreciever that would stimulate the
part of the brain wherever that receiver was placed."
Geraldine was very interested now. "So let me get this straight. If you
place your nano whatever's in Crystals head she could experience pain
but actually feel pleasure?"
"Precisely. And it's not just the pain sensors. We could achieve the
same results with a whole array of sensations. Smell, taste, touch and
even sight and hearing could all be triggers. The trick is to know
exactly where to place the nano's, and that's what I've been
researching."
Gillian and Geraldine talked long into the afternoon making their plans
for Crystal.
Crystal sat alongside Geraldine in the reception area of Gillian Browns
Harley Street clinic. Crystal was nervous. He couldn't remember how many
Pink days had passed since he'd last been out. (Crystal now always
thought of weeks as Pink days) .He wore a little blue (as today was a
blue day) sleeveless dress whose hem hung just above his knees. For once
he was without the corset and his white stockings were held up by a
delicate blue suspender belt. Matching blue French knickers kept his
cock in place and his budding fruits were held firmly in place by a soft
cotton-training bra. He clutched a tiny blue handbag, which matched his
blue high heels. Gillian entered the room. Crystal stood and made to
curtsy, but a sharp 'No' from Geraldine stopped in her tracks.
"Geraldine, Crystal, how good to see you. Will you please follow me
though."
They were lead into Gillian's large office and sat facing the doctor
over her large wooden desk.
"Crystal, welcome to my clinic. Your here so we can do some tests and
find out what goes on in that pretty little head of yours. Is that OK?"
Crystal relaxed. He had an inkling that he might be here for some
surgery as he had concluded that Geraldine was unhappy with his
appearance.
"Yes mam."
Gillian smiled.
"Call me Doctor Brown here."
"Yes Dr Brown."
"Crystal I'm going to place a sensory detection helmet on you, and then
show you a few pictures. All I want you to do is relax. It won't hurt.
I'm going to give you a little injection to help you concentrate."
Gillian approached Crystal a placed a white cloth helmet over her head.
It reminded Crystal of the type of caps astronauts wore under their
helmets in Space. The helmet was held snugly in place by straps under
the chin, and across the forehead.
Gillian checked the PC on her desk.
"Now just watch the screen behind me. I want you to watch carefully and
try and take every detail in."
Crystal watched the screen. A picture of a calm lake flashed up. Crystal
studied the image for 5 seconds before another picture of tress in a
forest appeared.
Geraldine was now standing behind Gillian and they were both
scrutinising the PC.
"These are just calibration shots," Gillian whispered in Geraldine's
hear. Photos of clouds, mountains, rivers, flowers all followed.
Suddenly the screen was filled by a picture of a toned black man
spouting a immense erection. His hand was on his cock and the man leered
into the camera. Crystal was shocked but somehow couldn't take his eyes
of the screen. He took in every detail of the image.
Gillian nodded briefly pleased at what she'd seen on her PC.
"It's working " she whispered.
More was to follow. All sorts of men, black, white, Asian, short, tall,
fat, skinny, some with hugh cocks, some that were barely visible. Bald
men, hairy men, bearded men, young, old. Crystal took it all in. The
pictures began to vary. Pictures of maids, school girls, nurses, whores,
secretaries and a whole parade of woman of varying shapes sizes and age.
There were transsexuals, men fucking them women fucking them, men with
men women with women men with women. There was cock sucking, dildos,
bondage caning spanking, the slide show seem to last forever. Bizarrely
the slide show had moved onto woman's items. Underwear, nightwear, make
up, shoes Skirts, dresses, cardies, they were all there. Eventually and
much to Crystals relieve the show ended. His mind was swimming with all
those images, and although he hardly heard Gillian praising of for being
a good girl he still managed a, "Thank You Dr Brown."
Crystal was given 5 minutes to recover. He was handed several small
phials the contents of which he inhaled deeply. He was then presented
with a tray of petri dishes each with a glob of white goo sitting in it.
Automatically he tried each one as requested. They all tasted vile.
"You're doing very well Crystal, just a few more procedures then you can
leave. I want you to remove those scummy knicks knicks of yours and jump
up here."
Gillian patted the patted bench of a gynaecology examination table.
Crystal lay on his back as Gillian strapped his feet into the syrups
that rose from the foot of the table. Crystal was very aware how exposed
his arse and cock where with his legs strapped high and wide above his
prostrate body.
"Sorry Crystal, but I'm going to have to do a rectal examination - with
this."
Crystal's eyes were like saucers as he saw the 9" Dildo Gillian held in
her hand.
She looked pleadingly at Geraldine.
"Madam must I?"
"Yes Crystal you must."
Maid Rule no.1 'Follow Madams Rules at all times.' Crystal braced
himself as she felt Gillian cover his tight rectum opening with gel. He
gave a little yelp as she insert a finger to lubricate him inside.
"Geraldine a gag I think. We don't want her upsetting the other
patients." Crystal felt ball gag shoved in her mouth and secured around
his head.
He felt the tip of the dildo touch his opening, and his rectum clenched
in fear.
"Now Crystal try and relax it will be easier that way."
He couldn't. Gillian began to put pressure on the dildo and Crystal
tensed even more. She had began twisting it trying to screw the phallus
into him. "God she's tight - you say she's had no dildo training at
all?"
Geraldine shock her head.
"I didn't want to spoil her for you."
Gillian smiled and gave the dildo a sharp push. Its tip entered
unfortunate Crystal's rectum.
He screamed but no more than a muffled distressed moan was heard beyond
his gag.
"Good we're getting there. Hold tight Crystal dear."
With one smooth thrust she rammed the dido home up to it's hilt letting
Crystal experience the full 9 inches. Crystals was in agony. He truly
thought he would die. He felt like he'd been split in two from the waist
down. His screams became a gasp as he felt his rectal wall muscles grip
the invading pole and try and force it out. It was going nowhere as
Gillian held the base of the dildo in place. The pain was now subsiding
slightly but Crystal wanted it out ASAP. Almost reading his thoughts
Gillian obliged letting the dido slip slowly back to his opening.
"Not so bad was it dear? The first time is always the worst." The tip
was nearly out.
But Crystal's ordeal wasn't over yet. Gillian slammed the dildo home
once more. Again Crystal was racked by a flash of pain, but not as
intense as the first time.
Gillian slowly started to fuck him.
At last he felt the dildo leave his body. He was dimly aware that
Gillian and Geraldine were excitedly looking at the PC. He heard Gillian
say
"Better than I had anticipated ....so clear.... Lets see if we can get
that sissy of yours to come."
Gillian's face hovered into Crystals line of vision. He was still on his
back with his feet in the syrups. She removed his gag.
"Now darling almost home. I want you to come for me. Think you can do
that? Don't worry I'll do all the work."
She took his flaccid penis in her hand and began kneading and squeezing
it like a lump of dough.
"Oh that's it baby I want you to get nice and hard for Momma."
Crystal had his gaze fixed on Gillian's cleavage that peaked seductively
from under her starched white cotton blouse.
Gillian caught sight of her line of vision.
"Oh baby you like these " she cupped her free hand under one of her
voluptuous globes
"Oh Yes Dr...."
"Shh. Call me Momma."
"Oh yes Momma."
Gillian quickly unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse to revel two creamy
white swaying orbs cupped by a black half cut demi bra.
At last Gillian felt some response from his limp member.
"Baby want to suck on Momma titties."
She heaved a bosom from it's mooring and stuck the large brown nipple
between Crystals red lips. She pushed her face close to her and Crystal
sucked greedily.
This had had the desired effect. Crystals dick wasn't what you would
call hard but it was semi erect. Gillian began smoothly wanking him.
Crystal had now almost forgotten his aching arse and concentrated on
sucking this woman luscious nipple.
Gillian let his head go and feeling down his dress she started massaging
one of his ripe plums though his bra.
This sent a surge of pleasure running though Crystal's body that
terminated at the tip of his ever growing cock.
"Ohh Baby. You've got lovely small nipples. Do you want a big pair like
Momma's?"
Without thinking he nodded. He didn't want to say anything for fear of
losing his grip on Gillian's rigid nipple.
She was wanking him furiously now and was now pinching and twisting his
oh so sensitive nipples.
Crystal was aware of nearly forgotten stirrings in his loins. Gillian
sensed it to.
"That's it Baby come for Momma ... Yes....Oh....Yes......"
He was swept away as he experienced his first orgasm as Crystal. His
dick hadn't really hardened and his come seeped out in thick globules.
More like a leek than an ejaculation. Gillian kept pumping till she was
sure Crystal had been milked try and his moans of post orgasmic
satisfaction had ceased. Gillian wiped her hand on a tissue and buttoned
her blouse.
She faced the exhausted Crystal one last time.
"Baby doll you were marvellous. We're through now. Just one last
injection to help you relax."
Crystal felt a hypodermic enter his arm. He felt the liquid enter his
blood stream and the warm glow of contentment as it pumped though his
veins. As the drug hit his brain he experienced the most wonderful
ecstatic feeling. Completely calm, no worries he grinned stupidly at the
ceiling. He felt himself lift out of his body and watched Gillian
Geraldine and Crystal disappear as he floated away.
Gillian lifted Crystal's eyelids. His eyes were completely dilated. She
checked his pulse and breathing. He'd be OK.
"Medical Grade heroin - hope she has a good time."
She placed the used needle in the sharps waste bucket.
"I've got all the data I need now, time for you to go home. I'll keep an
eye on her for the next couple of hours - she'll be no trouble."
Gillian was to work long into the evening analysising Crystal's
responses to the various stimulations and translating it to a usable 3 D
picture of her head.
She hardly notice when 2 burley porters came and wheeled the barely
conscious Crystal away.
Crystal woke in a large comfortable bed. He tried to move. It was a
mistake. He moaned softly. He literally ached all over. He couldn't
locate a part of himself that didn't. Maybe his eyeballs but he wasn't
even sure of that. He was dimly aware of a nurse entering the room a
changing a drip. He drifted off again.
Geraldine looked though the observation window of the room Crystal was
sleeping in. She was at the Gender Re-alignment institute and Gillian
was at her side.
"She looks so much better with the bandages off," Gillian commented. She
was right all traces of bruising on Crystals face had vanished and the
swelling on his boobs had disappeared.
"Gillian, you're a genius - whatever they pay you it's not enough. She
looks marvellous. No one would ever guess what secret she keeps between
her legs. How long till you bring her round?"
'Not yet. Her feet still need time and I want to be sure that the nest
of nanotransmitter and receivers we've inserted in her head are securely
bedded down.."
"And the work down below?"
"Well the work on her balls was fairly straightforward. Just a few
stitches to ensure that her testis stay nicely tucked inside and a basic
procedure to remove any excess skin."
Geraldine cocked an eye at her.
"Her scrotom you mean?'
"Well yes . You wouldn't what that nasty loose skin spoiling your girls
lines would you. But don't worry. We've left the basic plumbing in
place. Your sissy will still be able to come to her hearts content.."
"And her cock?"
"A little more complicated, but not entirely without president in the
medical world. We've performed a radical penile reduction. It basically
means we removed most of the muscle and flesh from her shaft, shortened
the tubes inside and reattached the helmet to the remaining stump. It
means that your Crystal will be almost entirely flat at the front. Just
a small protrusion which she can pee though .Sitting down of course. It
means that she'll get away with wearing anything apart from the tightest
of skirts without having to resort to any restraints."
"When she's aroused?"
Gillian giggled and waged her little finger.
"No bigger than that and that's when she's fully stimulated. More like
an oversized clitoris. But there's no need to worry. Apart from the size
it functions just like any other penis would. In fact I dare say Crystal
could hold a world record for the smallest hard on."
Gillian continued, "We've inserted a rectum ring. Again a fairly
standard procedure -used mainly for oversexed gay men whose rectum
muscles have lost all definition. Instead of the basic rubber ring we've
used one made from new polymerised latex. Very strong and has great
elastic properties. It will mean that how many studs your girl has and
whatever their size she will always remain virgin tight. I also made a
modification to your specification. I relocated some of her sweat glands
around the opening of her anus to the inside of her rectum. I've also
rigged one of our receptors to trigger copious amounts of sweat to those
glands when she's aroused. That way your little fuck toy will always be
ready and lubricated."
Geraldine looked astonished.
"Genius Gill just genius."
"Yes I admit I was rather proud of that. I just hope our nano's work as
well as we hope."
Crystal woke from a troubled sleep. His dreams had been filled with all
sorts of bizarre sexual fantasises most of which he couldn't remember
clearly. His dreams were the result of Gillian testing and fine-tuning
her nano implants.
A face swam into few. He took her a few seconds to focus and recognise
Gillian.
"Hello sleepy head. You've been away for the longest time but it's time
to come back to us. How are you feeling?"
It was a good question Crystal didn't know.
"Any pain, aches or discomfit dear?" Gillian prompted.
"No...No..." He was struggling to recall this woman's name. It then came
to her. "Momma."
Gillian gave a joyous laugh.
"Delightful, just delightful, yes Momma's here and she's not going to
allow anyone to hurt you any more. No more ops no more procedures. You
can start your new life from here.."
Gillian noticed Crystal cautiously finger his new chest.
"Yes dear they're real, all right. Remember the last time we met. And I
asked you if you wanted boobs as big as Momma's .. well there they are."
Crystal threw back the light sheet that was covering him and looked
down. To his horror but not to his surprise a pair large rounded breasts
were jutting rudely from beneath the surgical gown he wore.
"But that's not all, come over to the mirror and see the wonders of
cutting edge surgery."
She let him to a full-length mirror and slipped the gown from his
shoulders. He was astonished at the reflection. Gillian sat in a corner
chair and pulled a trolley with her laptop towards her. Better give her
some time to take his new body in she thought.
Crystal was oblivious to anything Gillian might be doing. He was trying
to take in what was shown in the mirror. His appearance had totally
altered. The only thing remotely similar was his hair and even that was
now down to his shoulders. His face had been completely remodelled. Its
size seemed to have shrunk. No longer was it long and thin it seemed
shorter more rounded. He realised that his chin had been altered. It
didn't jut out in a masculine fashion and was softer more rounded. His
eyes once greenish-grey were now deep brown. They seemed larger, more
doleful, more inviting.
The lashes were fuller even curled and eyeliner had seemed to been
expertly applied and above them was a thin line of hair. Real eyebrows
not pencilled lines but impossibly thin. His nose, although not big
before had been shortened and narrowed to match the new dimensions of
his face. Either side high check bones jutted predominantly above his
now round soft cheeks. His lips were fuller, deep red and when he smiled
gone were the slightly yellowed crocked teeth , replaced with a dazzling
set of crowns. Elsewhere other changes were just as dramatic not least
on his torso. From her chest jutted a pair of pale round firm bosoms
each topped with a large dark areola complete with thick rubbery nipples
that were, the size of her falsies if not larger. His waist seemed
almost slimmer but maybe that was because the size of his hips which
seemed to have flared to another dimension. Then there was nothing.
Crystal panicked - they hadn't robbed him of his last fragment of
manhood. He looked down to see but found his view obstructed by his new
chest.
"Relax," he heard Gillian say. "It's still there ...just.."
He peered closely at his reflection he could now see his dick - or what
was left of it peeping out ever so slightly from his groin.
"And don't worry about your balls - they been tucked away out of sight.
Don't worry it all still works."
To prove the point Gillian gentle scratched his little slit hole. To
Crystals surprise he felt immediately turned on.
"So what do you think of your new breasts? They may look familiar as I
modelled them on mine as you so nicely requested."
She cupped them in both hands as if trying to guess the weight of some
prize melon.
"Very good." She dropped them. They bounced back into position with a
movement that made Crystal shudder. Gillian then casually pulled one of
his large firm nipples, while simultaneously scratching the underside of
his micro cock with her long painted nail. Immediately Crystals cock
came to attention. He moaned a sigh of pleasure.
"How do you like your new hard on?"
Look how tiny it is. To emphasis the point she laid her little finger
against the bulb of his erection.
"Looks like your days of a stud muffin are long gone - if they ever
started."
She continued to scratc the underside of his cock while squeezing his
hard rubbery nipple as if they were utters on a cow. To Crystal utter
astonishment he spontaneously came spraying a thin jet of his juice over
the mirror.
"Excellent everythings fine." She handed him a tissue. "Clean that up,"
and she returned to her PC.
Gillian noted the glazed look of ecstasy in Crystal's eyes with
satisfaction. Crystal for his part was awash with post orgasmic pleasure
and an incredible high, just like what he'd experienced in Gillian's
office, although not so intense. He dumbly took the tissue Gillian
handed to him and began cleaning the fine spray off the mirror and
surrounds. Gillian was back at her PC and confirmed that her first tests
of Crystal's nano's were working perfectly.
It was to take Gillian a full week to complete her complex tests with
Crystal. It was time to deliver the good news and the thoroughly broken
maid to Geraldine.
Geraldine was impressed. For half an hour she'd listened to Gillian
summarise her test results.
"To conclude, the nano's have worked perfectly. Better than that. Her
responses to a whole host of stimulations are stronger and clearer that
I dared hope for. With this you can totally control your little maid."
Gill tapped the lap top on her desk.
"Now before I show you how all this software works any questions?"
Geraldine thought she'd understood but wanted to make sure that she'd
grasped everything.
"Now let me get this clear. With that box of tricks of yours I can
precisely control Crystal though sexual conditioning."
"More or less. If Crystal sees an image of a naked man, that will
trigger some activity in her brain which would normally cause disgust in
a heterosexual man that Crystal once was. However turn on the
nanotransmittor and with that software," she nodded at the laptop, "will
fire a signal to her SMR receptor."
"That's Crystals..mmm.... Sexual Mood Receptor that controls the level
of her arousal?" Geraldine asked for clarity.
"Yes the higher the setting the higher the sexual urge. You'll also
control the sensitivity of her tits, arse and responsiveness to necking.
On full strength Crystal will almost spontaneously come at the sight,
smell, taste or touch of a man. To prevent that I've placed a 'blocker'
at the site which actually controls her sissy ejaculations. If this is
off she will find it impossible to come no matter how excited.
"Of course you can fine-tune the types of men she will respond to. She
may have a client who is short bald and fat, who stinks of BO. With the
right settings your Crystal will find him some sort of Adonis. Of course
turn those settings off and she will be thoroughly repulsed. She has
also been wired to respond to women in a similar way."
Geraldine gave her a sideways glance. "For your satisfaction no doubt?"
Gillian smirked. "No darling of course not ....just for
....completeness."
"Yes of course Gill and when Crystal is penetrated...."
"She will always experience pain when first entered, thanks to that
little ring that controls the entrance to her love canal. But that will
quickly pass as the transmitter sited at that particular pain receptor
again fires to her SMR. She may be with that bald smelly man, who may or
may not turn her on, but when he's inside her she'll respond like a
bitch on heat. If her SMR is on full she will almost certainly come
spontaneously, and experience one, two or possible 3 further
ejaculations. Set lower and she'll have to work for her reward."
Geraldine interrupted her. "And her reward is that when she comes, that
fires another receptor that controls her whole mental disposition. The
same receptor that heroin users are so keen to feed. When coming my
Crystal will experience a similar if less powerful high as if she was
shooting up."
"Yes and the experience is just as additive."
"In short Crystal will become a sex junkie?"
"Not exactly, she will be addicted to coming. If left long enough she
won't care how she gets it, sex, masturbation, she may even want to kill
for it. I dare say now she's back on the ward hoping that I return to
continue my tests. Don't worry she has her blocker activated so when I
deliver her tomorrow she'll be nice and hot."
"And the icing on the cake is that I can actually control her persona."
"Yes with the right setting Crystal will find it unbelievably erotic to
play the role of maid, naughty school girl, nurse, whore, secretary,
momma...... there's a whole array of choices. There's even one as a
dominx." Geraldine smiled at the irony.
"The more desperate she is the more she'll get into her selected role.
So you see Geraldine you hold all the aces. More than that you hold the
whole damn pack with Crystal as the joker. You'll be able to control who
she is, what turns her on, how'll she respond and critically you'll
control the ejaculations she'll crave."
Turning to the PC Gillian said, "Now I need to show you how this all
works so it's perfectly clear."
Crystal for his part had never been so confused as he reflected on his
bewildering experience at the hands of Gillian. His libido that he
thought almost extinct had erupted back into life. His climaxes had
never been so strong and satisfying. What was alarming was the way in
which he responded to different stimuli. He had never found men remotely
attractive and so when he found himself fervently responding to gay porn
images he was stunned. No less shocking was his reaction when his new
boobs or ample arse was rubbed, or the various sights, smells and tastes
that would elicit the same effect. What was strange was the very same
things that would made him mad with desire in one instant, would
thoroughly repel him the next. Even now back in his room he found the
embrace of his little lacy baby doll nightdress filled him with
yearning, but however much he pulled or squeezed his poor mutilated cock
he could find no release. Eventually he slipped into a fretful sleep.
After the trauma of discovering how much she had changed personally
while away, Crystal was surprised to find nothing much had altered at
what he now accepted as home. Geraldine still had the same exacting
standards and Crystal continued to try and meet them. The one positive
thing to have resulted from his visit to the clinic was that he no
longer had to endure the discomfort of his cock restraint. His standard
issue of French kickers had been replaced by a set of skimpy thongs
whose coarse nylon frontage played havoc with his cock. Combined with
the chafing of his new large nipples on his low cut bra and the swish of
his skirts on his well-rounded arse Crystal's little cock was almost
consonantly erect but whatever he did he could find no relieve.
Mysteriously several of the rooms adjacent to Geraldine's 2nd floor
study were locked and remained so. Crystal didn't mind as it lightened
his cleaning chores considerably. The lighter workload wasn't helping
Crystal much though. He found it harder and harder to concentrate on the
job in hand as he found himself constantly formulating methods to
achieve the release that he craved. An alarming number of black marks
had appeared in his journal, and this being a black day meant that Madam
would accompany him to his room where he would then be held account and
no doubt punished. Crystal trudged upstairs with Geraldine not far
behind. He sat on the bed and handed the journal to Geraldine, who
studied the list for a long time.
"Crystal it pains me to say that since your break at Dr. Brown's your
performance has gone backward. Do you know how many reprimands you have
received this week?"
Crystal meekly shook his head. He'd been too frightened to look.
"26 - Your worst score since you joined - even worse than your first
week - explain yourself girl."
"Madam." Crystal stared at the floor. "It's..it, just that I'm finding
it hard to concentrate..."
"And why?"
Crystal was now studying the knot in the floorboard. For some reason
confessing that he had an almost permanent hard on was almost more
humiliating than any of the indignities he had yet undergone. He blushed
deeply.
"Well it's my little cock. It..it's hard most of the time and I find it
had to think of anything else. And I don't know why." A big tear was
rolling down his cheek.
"And is it hard now?" Geraldine wanted to know.
"Yes."
"Show me."
Standing the sobbing Crystal lifted the short hem of his dress and
lowered his thong.
Geraldine bent and examined him.
"A little difficult to tell dear as it's so small."
Geraldine chuckled at her own wit. Disdainfully she held his cock
between her thumb and forefinger. It sent a shiver racing though
Crystal's body. Crystal knew what to expect next- the mother of all
canings. However it never arrived. Geraldine left the room saying
"Let's see if we can get you something for your cock we're going out."
Crystal sat alongside Geraldine in the stalls of the Prince Of Wales
theatre in the West End. They were watching Miss Yo Yo's review , a show
consisting almost entirely of TV entertainers. In the darkened stalls
Geraldine had her hand under Crystals little pink lycra dress and had
removed Crystals cock from his little pink knickers so that it made a
small but defined bump under the tight fitting garment. Throughout the
first half of the show Geraldine had kneaded and pulled at his hard
little dick, causing poor Crystal to chew his lip lest he made an
invocatory moan. At the interval Geraldine suggested they go for drinks
at the bar. Crystal made to rearrange himself, but Geraldine pulled him
to his feet and he followed meekly in her wake, trying to conceal his
bump with the little clutch bag he was holding. The shortness of the
dress and plunging neckline were now the least of her worries.
The bar was packed and well lit. Geraldine insisted that he carry his
bag on his shoulder like a good girl and to revel his shame. Not only
was there a small discernable bump but spreading from the mound was a
large dark damp batch. There was no hiding the fact that this well-
rounded voluptuous tartily dressed woman was in fact male. A group of
women out on a hen night pointed and giggled. Crystal's face flushed
bright red his blush clearly visible under the heavy make up he wore.
However his display had attracted other attentions, and during the
fifteen minute intervals he was pested by a number of men. On
instructions Geraldine had given him on the drive to the theatre,
Crystal handed each a business card that he kept in her bag and on which
was printed her name and a mobile number.
After the show Geraldine drove them into the east end to a well know TV
club. Crystal was far happier here as he mingled with the other TV's and
cross dressers. He received plenty of interest for would be suitors but
after a quick dance and a peck on the cheek he would hand out his card
and move onto the next partner. All this male attention had stoked
Crystals fire's even further and was now desperate for relieve
Crystal noticed that one man he'd had danced with was now in deep
conversation with Geraldine and at the end of the night as Crystal gave
away the last of her cards, Geraldine summoned him to her seat where she
still sat with the man.
"Crystal this is Mark Ward he'll be coming back with us tonight and I
want you to be nice to him."
Deep down Crystal was horrified but excited. He had no doubt what Mr
Ward was returning for. However her 'tart' persona took over and she
lent over and pecked him in the cheek.
"Pleased to meet you Mr Ward."
Judging by the lines round his eyes Crystal guessed that he was in his
mid forties and as they stood to leave Crystal was oddly pleased to note
that he was neat and tidy and judging by his figure looked after himself
which was more than could be said of some of the other contacts he'd
made tonight.
Crystal sat alongside Mark on the back seat of Geraldine's 4x4. Crystal
had not put up any fight succumbing quickly to his kisses and caresses.
By the time they arrived back home, Crystal was internally screaming for
release. His whole body seemed to tingle; nipples jutting almost
painfully though the clingy material of the lyra bodice of dress. He was
astonished to find that even his tight little hole was moist. He was on
heat and when Geraldine opened the front door Crystal hurried Mark up to
his room.
He pulled Mark to the bed and sitting down Crystal loosened Marks belt
and in one frantic movement pulled his trousers and boxers to his
ankles. Mark's fully erect penis oscillated in front of Crystal's face
like some grotesque twanged ruler. Crystal found the musky smell of his
precom that coated his helmet overwhelming and for the first time took a
man's penis in his mouth. For Crystal he tasted as good as he smelled
and before long he sucking and tippling his tool like an experienced £20
whore. Mark surprised by the ferocity of his stunning TV conquest, was
happy to stand there and enjoy the best blowjob he'd ever received. Deep
down he could feel his sap rising. Crystal sensed it too. Pulling back
off his cock, Crystal lay back on the bed and wriggled out of his
sopping knickers. He pulled Mark down raising and spreading his legs
wide. Mark didn't need any further invitation and without even thinking
of lubricating himself positioned his swollen member at the entrance of
Crystals love cannel. He pushed.
'Got she's tight,' he thought. 'Geraldine wasn't lying.'
Crystal braced himself and let out a little yelp as she felt Mark invade
her. The pain soon abated and Crystal moaned with pleasure as Mark rode
her hard.
All the time Geraldine had been watching the performance from her study
via a series of concealed cameras in Crystal's room. Her finger hovered
over the keyboard of her laptop. She watched as Marks thrust's grew
stronger and Crystal's cries louder. From experience she could tell the
Mark was about to deliver his load. She pushed the return key on her
keyboard.
Almost simultaneously Crystal's back arched. A shuddering orgasm ripped
though his body sending his prick into spasms of joy as it erupted with
viscous come. As he thrashed about Crystal could feel Mark deposit his
load. His tight rectum gripped his cock as if it were trying to wring
every last drop from it. Crystal had never felt anything like it before.
Neither had Mark come to that. A wave of euphoria swept over Crystal and
he hardly noticed the invading member retreat as Marks cock popped out.
Crysal was scarcely aware of him pulling up his trousers and leaving the
room. Crystal lay on theher bed, covered in his own juices and with his
first mans come slowly oozing from her puckered hole. It was the last
time Crystal ever thought of herself as male.
The next day Crystal went about her duties in a daze. She'd had about an
hours sleep but it didn't worry her. At last she'd been alleviated of
that terrible longing, although she now felt ashamed at not only being
royally deflowered but how willingly she'd succumbed. But the longing
was gone and she happily continued her duties though a sleep deprived
fog.
Soon after Crystal was moved to her new rooms. A much larger bedroom
decorated in a soft feminine style, with on suite facilities and walk-in
wardrobe for her ever-growing range of clothes. Adjacent to the bedroom
was what Geraldine described as the chamber. This was altogether more
sinister. Cold white walls adored with all sorts of bizarre fetish
equipment. It was in these two rooms she would be expected to entertain
her 'boyfriends'.
The chalk squeaked as Crystal bend low as wrote on the blackboard in the
chamber. Charles Morrison watched intently as her short grey pleaded
skirt rose up her upper thighs revealing her bottle green cotton
knickers. Crystal stood, turned and smiled at Morrison who was sitting
on a wooden chair next to a wooden desk.
"Finished Mr. Morrison," she sang out.
She was in her schoolgirl persona, which along with almost all her other
roles she loved to play. Her dark hair was braided into two pony tails
each tied in place with a pair off colourful bobbles. Her starched
cotton blouse was cut a size small so that the buttons strained to keep
braless breasts from breaking free.
Morrison torn his gaze away from Crystals perky nipples jutting
naughtily though her blouse and looked at the board where Crystal had
completed her long division.
"Wrong Crystal - have you been doing your homework?"
It was a game that Morrison played every time he visited. Crystal knew
her part well. She held her hands behind her back and looked at the
imaginary circle she was drawing on the floor with her black regulation
shoes.
"No Mister Morrison," Crystal replied with a fake sulk.
"Why?" he demanded.
"I've been bad Mr Morrison."
"How?"
"I've been playing with my thingy," Crystal replied in her little girl
voice.
"Have you!" Morrison voice trembled with excitement. "Show me."
Slowly Crystal pulled her knickers to around her knees, letting her
small hard cock spring free of the green cotton.
She saw Morrison swallow hard and noted the beads of sweat that had
formed on his lower lip and forehead despite the room being quite cool.
"Come here girl!"
Crystal shuffled over her knickers falling round her ankle as she did
so. "What do naughty girls who play with their thingy deserve?"
"A spanking," Crystal whispered.
With that he hauled her over his lap pushing her shoulders low so that
her pigtails brushed the floor. He delivered a sharp slap to Crystal's
perfectly positioned buttocks. "Ow," cried Crystal and attempted to rub
her behind.
"Did I say you could rub?" Morrison asked hoarsely.
"No Mr. Morrison - but it hurts." It didn't really. The light spankings
she received from Morrison - one of her favourites was nothing compared
to what she received from other "boyfriends" or her mistress.
Morrison carried on and Crystal could feel his growing cock poking her
in the tummy as she kicked her legs in mock distress. She knew he
couldn't contain himself long.
"Over the desk you dreadful girl."
Kicking her knickers free she lent over the desk.
Almost immediately she could feel the middle age man lift her little
skirt and grasp her bare hips tightly.
"Mr. Morrison what are you doing - you're not going to put your thingy..
Oh!" Morrison slipped easily into her. It wasn't the biggest dick she
had to take but Crystal found it perfectly satisfactory especially when
he grasped her cock and began to wank her rhythmically.
"Oh Mr. Morrison are you sure this is on the curriculum?"
He was always quick and Crystal had to act fast. As he came she
tightened her rectum round his penis so that she could ride the last of
his erection and with a shuddered she climaxed too, relaxing her grip on
him.
Morrison collapsed back in the chair. Crystal quickly wiped his cock
with a tissue and popped his member back in his pants and closed his
fly. "Mr Morrison your such a good teacher will I see you next week?"
she asked in a saccharine voice.
"Damn right," he replied pinching her blushing behind. "Best piece of
arse I've ever had."
He rose and left the room.
Crystal had to work fast. Morrison had been her fourth "visitor" that
afternoon and she had three more that evening. She was, as Madam had
promised getting more than enough even for her now ferocious appetite.
She was now capable of climaxing without physically ejaculating as she
had done with Morrison.
She picked her knickers from the floor and went to the bathroom. She
stripped and threw the uniform down the laundry chute. She sat on the
bidet to wash the stickiness from her behind and using a blob of cream
and cotton wool, removed the small amount of make up and the fake
freckles from her face. Naked she wandered into her walk-in wardrobe and
checked the calendar hung on the wall. It showed that her next
appointment was in half an hour- a new customer who would like to engage
in some role-play with a sexy she male secretary. She whizzed down the
wardrobe with its rows of hangers and selected a pink two piece suite
and a matching pair of high heels. She fished out a lacy powder blue low
cut bra, knickers, white stockings, garter belt and a white silk
camisole.
In less than ten minutes she was dressed, and fresh make up applied.
Gone were the pigtails and her dark hair fell around her shoulders in
soft curls curtsey of her curling tongs. She went though to the chamber
and folded the blackboard away. She took the chair and placed it behind
the desk. From one of the cupboards she took an old mechanical
typewriter and placed it on the desk. She checked her look in the
mirror. Gone was the schoolgirl. Crystal felt every inch the seductive
secretary in her low cut jacket showing the top of camisole and her full
round bottom wrapped in the little mid thigh skirt.
Her tongue danced momentarily across her full upper lip making her deep
crimson lipstick shine as she smoothed her skirt against her thighs..."I
hope my boss will like my dictation and shorthand " she thought as she
made her way down to wait in the lounge.
Geraldine was delighted. It had been 3 months since she'd revealed
Crystal to the world and she was turning into a little goldmine. For the
past eight weeks she'd been booked solid and the sissy little maid had
surprised even her how quickly she'd adapted to her new role as an
expensive she-male hooker. It was Saturday night and as Crystal
collapsed into her bed after another full day, Geraldine emptied and
counted the contents of her safe. Crystal was very popular indeed as the
total came to over a hundred thousand in cash -Crystal's clients always
paid cash. It was too much to keep in the house and she needed to get to
Switzerland to pay the money into a no questions asked account. But what
to do with Crystal she wondered. She picked up the phone and punched in
Gillian's number.
Crystal stood in lounge of Gillian's spacious town house. Gillian had
jumped at the chance of looking after Crystal for the weekend so that
Geraldine could attend to some foreign business. Crystal felt somewhat
uncomfortable under the intense gaze of the doctor who lay on a sofa
with her head propped up on one hand and a glass of wine in the other.
She sipped her wine slowly.
"I've been told that you've been a busy girl these last few weeks,"
Gillian finally said.
"Yes mam," Crystal eyed her cautiously.
Catching her look Gillian shifted to a sitting position and patted the
seat next to her.
"Come sit dear." Rather awkwardly Crystal sat beside her. She was aware
of Gillian's eyes on her cleavage that was left exposed by the white
cotton summer dress she wore, and instinctively pulled her tight blue
cardigan close over her breasts.
She stiffened as she felt the older woman's hand squeeze on her knee
gently. "Relax dear - this weekend I'm going to look after you. Would
you like a glass of wine?"
Gillian poured her a glass before Crystal could answer and handed it to
her.
"Now tell me all that's happened since I last saw you."
Crystal felt extremely relaxed and two empty wine bottles stood on the
coffee table. When Geraldine had told her she'd be spending the weekend
with Gillian she'd been very apprehensive. After all it was her that had
sculptured Crystals body into what it was now and she didn't want any
more bombshells. However the evening had up to now been a revelation.
After her first glass of wine Crystal had lightened up and was soon
divulging all her experiences and feelings in response to Gillian's
gentle probing. For the first time since entering her new strange
existence she was being treated as an equal -even though she kept
addressing Gillian as Mam. Gillian genuinely seemed to be interested in
her and what she had to say, had gone to fetch more wine when the first
bottle had been finished and even cooked a light supper for them both.
Gillian swayed and hiccupped as she re-entered the room carrying a third
bottle. Giggling she collected the empty glasses from the table.
"I think we'll enjoy these more upstairs. Come."
Crystal felt a pang of excitement as she unsteadily rose and followed
Gilllian out of the lounge and up the stairs.
Gillian poured more wine and turned to face Crystal as she entered the
bedroom. She had a predatory look in her eye and Crystal was most
definitely her prey. There was no doubt Gillian could have had this
sissy by force or by manipulating his responses with her PC's software.
In fact all her nano's were turned off. She wanted to seduce her-make
Crystal think more of her than just another "friend." Now that Crystal
was more than a bit merry she was confidant of having her just as she
wanted.
"Let me see that gorgeous body of yours you little flirt."
Slowly Crystal pulled her cardigan off and reached behind her to unzip
her dress and let it fall to the ground round her ankles. Gillian
reached behind her and unclipped her bra exposing her large firm
breasts. Gillian lightly kissed her as she let her hand fall to her hard
damp cock. She kissed her more deeply and gently caressed his cock.
Crystal responded enthusiastically sucking Gillian's tongue deep into
her month and pushing hard against her hand. Gillian swiftly unbuttoned
her dress while Crystal clumsily removed her black bra. For Crystal this
was a most unfamiliar experience. She lost count of the men she'd had
and the times she'd felt almost impossibly aroused. But kissing and
fondling Gillian in her own bedroom seemed more real somehow more
intense than any of her previous encounters. She felt she'd do anything
for her.
Eventually Gillian pulled away from their embrace. She licked her lips.
"You taste just as lovely as you did all those months ago in my office"
How could Crystal forget?"
"Yes Mam."
"You look so much better now" She ran her hand up Crystals stomach and
fondled her right boob, lovingly pinching her nipple between her thumb
and forefinger.
"And do you remember what you called me that day."
"Yes Mam it was Momma."
Gillian sat on the bed and rolled over to the far side.
"You did" She touched the satin sheets beside her. Crystal lay beside
her on the bed.
"I want you to call me that again."
"Yes Momma."
Gillian looked intently into Crystal's eyes.
"I want to be your Momma Crystal. And I want you to be my baby. Will you
be Momma's baby?" She stroked Crystal's hair.
"Oh yes," Crystal replied.
"Good well come now."
Gillian sat up and grabbed a couple of pillows. One she placed behind
her back and the other on her lap.
"Come baby suckle me."
Crystal placed her head on the pillow. Discovering it was too low
Gillian took another pillow and repositioned Crystal's head on the
pillow. Gillian lifted her heavy bosom and squeezed her tense nipple
tenderly. Crystal noticed a few beads of white liquid form on her
extended nipple before she forcefully pushed it into his mouth.
"be a good girl and suck for Momma."
Crystal sucked heartily and was shocked to feel a warm spray of warm
liquid hit the back of her throat. Her instinctive pull away was
resisted by Gillian and she held Crystal's head firmly in place
"There there baby, it's only a little bit of milk. Baby's got to feed
somehow."
Gillian had in fact been anticipating this since she received the call
from Geraldine and had quickly started taking hormones that would make
her lactate. She found the feeling most erotic and as Crystal continued
to suckle her hand moved to her crotch slipping a finger into her moist
fanny and began to gentle masturbate.
After her initial shock Crystal too found the situation highly
stimulating but was far too well trained and timid to start playing with
herself without permission.
Crystal continued to suckle as Gillian's movements became more frantic
and soon, with a slight shudder the older woman moaned and moved her
hand from below. She moved crystal from her bosom and placed her finger
in his mouth. "Good girl Crystal you made Momma come." Crystal sucked at
her finger enthusiastically as Gillian stoked his little cock with her
other hand. Resting her head o her bend arm she looked into Crystals
dark eyes.
"Tell me something honestly Crystal what do you think of your new life."
Crystal hesitated. It had been so long since she'd been asked her
opinion on anything that he struggled for a reply.
"I..I don't really know. It is what Madam wants though" Laughing,
Gillian "I see Madam has you well trained, but do you enjoy what you
do?"
Crystal wasn't sure. Even the uncertainty surprised her If she'd been
asked a year ago if hse'd enjoy being a domestic maid and call girl for
some woman she'd have laughed. Whether it had been the physical changes
or mental ones or the way her needs were met or the wine or a
combination of all of them he found herself replying
"I think I rather do."
Gillian hugged her tight.
"That's good baby - but this weekend I'm going to look after you OK?"
"Yes Momma," and with bodies intertwined they both drifted into sleep.
Crystal woke with a start. It seemed late morning but in reality it was
only just gone nine. Gillian wasn't there and Crystal was surprised to
find herself still wearing the stockings from the night before. It was
the first time in months she hadn't been woken with a piecing alarm at
5.30 so that she could do her maid duties which was just as well as her
head was thumping. She was struggling to remove the stockings when
Gillian entered carrying a tray, which she placed beside the bed.
"Hello sleepy head have some juice."
She took a baby bottle complete with rubber teat contain orange juice
and pushed it in her mouth.
"Good girl is baby thirsty?" Gillian cooed as Crystal sucked greedily.
Having finished the juice Gillian proceeded to feed her a bowl of rusks
crushed into warm milk. Although not overwhelmingly enthusiastic about
being treated like a baby Crystal had to admit it was easier than
pleasing Madam and for that she was grateful.
After breakfast Gillian bathed her, washed her hair -which she set in
tight curlers and dressed her in a frilly knickers and a little blue
frock complete with a big bow that tied at the back. The skirts of the
frock were puffed out by an elaborate lace petticoat and had Crystal
wear a pair of long white socks and a blue pair of baby Jane style
shoes.
After Crystal's hair had dried the rollers were removed and a blue
ribbon tied in her hair that matched the dress.
Gillian stepped back and admired her work.
She beamed and sighed.
"You make such a lovely baby - such a waste..."
She spend the rest of the morning watching a Barbie video - on that she
soon sickened of - because like for any small child it was repeated
endlessly. However for Crystal there were some pluses normally revolving
around pleasuring her new Momma. She licked her, fingered her, played
with numerous toys and Gillian had even laid Crystal down and tried to
mount her, which left her cursing that she'd removed too much. If she
wasn't doing that she was feeding her either from her boobies or
spoonfuls of purified baby food. All too soon for Crystal the weekend
was over and she was being driven back to her now normal life as a maid
come call girl.
In fact the weekend at Gillian's had been a test for Crystal. Geraldine
knew that if any resistance lay in Crystal she would make her move
there. That is why she posted a watch, organised of course, by the ever-
reliable Paul outside Gillian's all weekend.
Crystal had since then enjoyed several more incident free weekends there
and her work in the house and with her clients had been impeccable. That
is what made Geraldine's decision so hard. On the one hand she trusted
Crystal completely, was a good maid and was terrific box office as
Geraldine's frequent trips to her bank in Switzerland proved. On the
other was a cheque, with a figure with so many zero's it made her heart
race. However she remained stony faced as she placed the cheque down and
looked calmly at Hamid. He lent forward and put out his cigarette.
"If this Crystal of yours is up to standard that will be yours " he said
nodding at the cheque on the desk " but my client is very particular."
"Mr. Mohamed you assume I will accept your offer. You may find her worth
more."
"Oh I doubt that Miss Birch and remember my client will only be refused
once. He will not ask again."
Hamid lit another cigarette. Geraldine watched the smoke rise
illuminated by the morning sun streaming in from the window behind her.
"We'll speak more after you've met your potential acquisition " .
Geraldine push her desk intercom. "You may enter now Crystal."
Hamid's jaw sagged and the cigarette drooped from his lower lip as he
gawked at Crystal, now standing before him. She eyed him eagerly, her
desire driven by 3 days of celibacy. The tip of her tongue danced
seductively across her moist crimson lips. She brushed her long main of
dark hair over her shoulder making her oversize hopped earrings swing
like a pair of gold pendulums. She was in her full slut persona and ran
her hands down to her green satin bra and massaged her full breasts
together. She wore nothing more that a matching green thong, transparent
silk bloomers and pair of heeled gold sandals. Each wrist was adorned by
an array of gold bracelets that matched her earrings and stuck in her
naval was a large fake ruby.
She now pushed her hands down to her hips and started to gyrate bringing
her hands round to massage her firm buttocks.
Hamid felt his cock stir and tore his gaze of Crystal and looked
questionably at Geraldine.
Reading his thoughts she said, "Oh yes be assured, Crystal is not quite
what she seems - show him dear."
Still rotating her hips Crystal slipped her little throng down to revile
his petite cock and rubbed it gently between her thumb and forefinger.
To Hamid's shame he felt his cock stiffen to a full-blown hard on. This
was something of a shock as he'd never considered himself gay and in
fact approached this assignment with a little disgust.
"Mr Mohammed would you like to try before you buy?" Geraldine smiled
sweetly at Hamid's confused face as he turned to her once more.
Crystal take Mr. Mohammed to you playroom and show what a good girl you
are. Crystal didn't like the sound of try before you buy and felt there
was something amiss about Mr Mohammed - not her usual type of client.
But as always she did as she was told and led a timid Hamid by the hand
from the office.
Hamid hadn't been sure about this. He was married and at home had a
young wife and small children. However since the birth of the last child
Hamid's wife hadn't let him near her - and that was 6 months ago. He was
sat with his trousers round his ankles. Crystal was on her knees in
front of him and was repeatedly bringing him to the point of climax with
her tongue and mouth but always stopping just before the point of no
return. Hamid had never experienced anything like this before. His wife
hardly moved when they made love and hardly ever touched his prick let
alone put it in her mouth. Hamid was sure he was going to come this
time, but again just as he was almost there, Crystal let his enraged
member fall from her mouth. She stood and firmly holding the base of his
cock walked backwards the few steps to her bed. Hamid followed kicking
his trousers off as he went. Crystal slipped her bloomers off , lay back
on the bed and lifted her legs. With her fingernail she drew aside her
green throng to reveal her little hole. She wiped some of Hamid's pre
cum that still caked her lips and ran it round her rim. She really
wanted that cock and she wanted it now. Hamid was now sweating
profusely. His cock trembled with desire. The 6 months of not touching
his wife, the sensational blowjob, the way this she-male was looking at
him - almost daring him to fuck her - it was too much. He fell upon her.
He pushed his throbbing member up Crystal's arse. Hamid was surprised at
how tight she was. He would have thought that she would have been broken
in by now. And by the way she squealed as he entered her this was
obviously not true. God she feels good Hamid thought forgetting all his
misgivings about fucking a trannie.
Half an hour later somewhat shamefaced Hamid bade farewell to Geraldine.
"It will take a couple of weeks to arrange," Hamid said.
"Two weeks that's fine," Geraldine replied. "I'll make arrangements for
her stuff to be shipped."
Geraldine saw him out and returned to her desk to study the new cheque
she'd been given. She smiled the figure - three times the original and
softly whispered, "Nice doing business with you."
Crystal was suspicious something was up. All her clients had
mysteriously disappeared and she'd been giving permission to spend a
whole week being pampered and babied by Gillian. On her return she'd
found her rooms locked and spent the night in her original small room.
She woke early the following morning, showered and finding no fresh
clothes in her wardrobe, threw on her dressing gown and went to find
Geraldine. She was in her office with Hamid.
Geraldine looked at her sadly.
"Crystal you are do go with Hamid - take this and put it on."
To her horror Crystal realised the garment was a full Hijab, a
traditional dress of women from Moslem countries.
Seeing the anxiety in her eyes Hamid said, "Don't worry -you'll only
need to wear this so not to draw attention to yourself on our trip - go
now and hurry we have a plane to catch."
Shortly Crystal found herself being whisked to a small airport where her
and Hamid plus a small entourage boarded a private jet. As the jet
passed over the coast Hamid turned to her.
"Take a good look Crystal - you won't be seeing home any time soon." He
refused to answer any of her questions only replying that all would soon
be explained.
Nearly six hours later the plane prepared to land. Crystal looked
gloomily out of the window. For the last 30 minutes the view below had
been unchanging. An endless expanse of what she assumed to be sand
spread out in all directions without even a road to break the monotony.
It was into this landscape that she stepped into, and they were soon
racing away from the desolate airstrip in a convey of jeeps. After a few
minutes Hamid pointed to a collection of buildings in the far distance.
"There is your new home now."
As it grew nearer Crystal realised these were no ordinary houses. They
convey sped into the courtyard of a magnificent palace - it's marbled
walls and gilded roof glinting spectacularly in the desert sun.
"This is the palace retreat of Sheik Al-Baud - all paid for by black
gold."
The cars eventually stopped before a majestic house surrounded by a high
wall a good quarter of a mile beyond the main palace.
Hamid led Crystal inside, down a long corridor opening a series of heavy
wooden doors on the way. They finally came to a more conventional door.
"These are your quarters."
They entered a large cool room.
"This is the lounge - though here the bedroom."
Crystal followed Hamid into an equally magnificent bedroom. In the large
walk-in wardrobe she found all her outfits from Geraldine's house. Hamid
pulled a short sleeveless dress from one of the hangers.
"Shower and the put this on and then join me in the lounge. I will
explain everything."
Crystal took the dress and after showering in her on suite bathroom
joined Hamid in the lounge.
She sat beside him on one of the large couches.
"As you can see from his palace Sheik Al-Baud is a very wealthy powerful
man. As such he commands a troop of a dozen bodyguards whose duty is to
protect him at all times. To ensure absolute loyalty each one is gay -
an offence punishable in this country by death. Recently it was the
Sheik's fortieth birthday and you Crystal are his birthday present to
those guards. It is your duty to serve and please them in any way they
see fit. If you entertain any notion of escape remember we are miles
from anywhere and if you are caught you will sentenced to death. Your
rooms are, as you will agree very comfortable but they now constitute
your entire world. You will be allocated a maid who will look after you
so that you can devote yourself to pleasuring the guard."
Crystal listened in horror and surveyed her world.
"You are a beautiful bird imprisoned in a gilded cage " Hamid continued
" Come I have more to show you."
He led her from the lounge past a imposing drawing room, pausing to show
her a well-equipped gym complete with sauna and steam room.
"This is the kitchen where your maid will prepare your meals - and
though here is the garden."
Crystal followed Hamid onto a large patio. The garden was large and was
surrounded by tall trees. Beyond them was a tall imposing looking wall.
At the bottom of the garden was a clear blue swimming pool.
Hamid swept his hand in an arc. "All this is for your personal use."
Crystal felt rather better - the thought of being cooped up at all times
was unbearable.
"There is one more thing."
Crystal braised herself.
"The Sheik doesn't approve of your name - too western, from now you will
be Marian."
Crystal nodded.
"Now come I wish for you to meet the guard."
Walking back to the lounge Crystal found it full of burly Arabic men -
none of which by her estimation was under 6 foot and all seemed
extremely toned. Hamid turned to the group.
"Gentlemen this is Mariam."
She felt a dozen pair of greedy lustful eyes focus on her. Her little
cock twitched in anticipation.
THE END