Chapter 12

I sat on the bench in our dressing room as my secretary freshened my makeup, Jenny handing her items and making suggestions. They had both picked up their panties and slipped them back on before they sat me down and started working on me. As Gail deftly corrected the smudges and smears that our sexual encouter had produced, her hands lovingly touching my face here and there, I thought about what a change had occured in our relationship in just a couple of days. From being an entirely appropriate secretary, here she was, sharing in a sexual game that had started between Donna and myself. She and Jenny, whom I had never even known, were intimately involved with both Donna and me, not only as sex partners, but as participants in my feminization. I could only wonder, amazed at what I had allowed to happen. 

I have always been in control of my life. I chose my career. I met and courted Donna and purposefully sought her hand in marriage. I had even initiated most of our experimentation sexually. Yet here I was, engaged in a sexual experience that I had not initiated nor seemed to have any control over. I was obeying the commands of my wife, my secretary, a sales girl, and I guess any other woman who would give me one. I was acting completely out of character and could only explain it in the old fashioned way. My little head was leading my big head around.

The problem was, I was hooked. I was enjoying the sex so much and it was so much more in quantity, and so much more intense than anything I had ever experienced, that I couldn't stop. And I found the sense of being out of control to be much more exhilarating than being in control. My last few days had been a whirlwind of sexual emotions and sensations. I have had more arousals and climaxes in a short period of time than I have ever had. The sensations of letting the women control me and use me have released some kind of something, I have no idea what, in me that stimulates and overtakes me, and leads me into doing things that I've never dreamed of doing.

The shiver of excitement of just sliding a pair of panties up my shaved legs is unexplainable. The feeling they produce as they settle silkily around my penis and balls, caressing me, sends me into a euphoria. The gentle engulfing of my legs by nylons and the tug on my hips of a beautiful garter belt send chills up and down my back, raising goose bumps on my arms. My nipples get hard at the soft touch of a silky bra and at the snugness as it is fastened. 

As these thoughts crossed my mind, I dreamily smoothed my beautiful dress across my thighs, and daintily crossed my legs, so that I could see my nylons and high heels. I was definitely falling in love with my own femininity, my own sexuality. Gail and Jenny finished with my makeup and I swung around on the bench to face the mirror. Even after all this, I found myself amazed at my transformation, transfixed at the beautiful figure staring back at me. I still can't believe that I am that girl, that I could ever be that girl. 

Jenny noticed my glazed look and smiled at Gail. 

"I think she likes your work, Gail."

"I just can't believe that I'm looking at myself" I said, staring at my image.

Gail said "I've always thought that you had a nice face, but I never thought about it belonging to a woman. You are definitely a good looking woman and you are fun to make love to. And it doesn't hurt that it's kinky, you actually being a man and all."

Jenny grabbed my pantied crotch and said "I've had fun with the whole package, too. I love the woman in you, but I like the man, also. You are just basically the best of two worlds, honey." She gave me a quick kiss and released my crotch. 

We went back into the den where Donna had straightened herself back up. I walked between Jenny and Gail, my dress swirling around my legs.

Donna looked at me.

"Damn, you look good, Miss Vickie."

I couldn't help but reply.

"Why thank you, Miss Donna" I said, softly, my voice in a breathy upper register. I was becoming conscious of trying to not sound like a man when I talk. I didn't want to imitate the affected type of speech but merely to sound feminine in tone and manner. I realized that my feminine image was an illusion and I desired to perfect that illusion.

Donna smiled, pleased with my response.

"You are entirely welcome, Victoria."

She looked at Gail. 

"Gail, I noticed the bag you brought into the house. What did you bring?"

Gail blushed a little and said "I was kind of expecting more of what occured during our last encounter and brought a few appropriate toys."

Jenny's eyes looked questioningly as Donna's widened in surprise.

"Well, let's see what you have brought." She sat up more attentively on the sofa.

Gail went to the bag and brought it back. Opening it, she started pulling out handcuffs and chain assortments, collars, some kind of dildo looking things, only smaller, a couple of black sleeping masks, some little clips on chains, and there were other items that she did not take out of the bag.

Donna's nostrils flared slightly as she looked with interest at the items.

"And you were wanting these to be used on whom?" she smiled, teasingly.

"Whomever volunteers, I suppose." Gail smiled back, demurely.

We each look around at each other. I didn't relish the idea of pain, but the small amount of domination that I had experienced had been very erotic. 

It also seemed that it would be exciting to be on the giving end.

Donna responded by saying "How about if Jenny and I give and you and Victoria receive?"

Gail smiled "That is how I imagined it, but without Jenny. But it sounds even better with Jenny. How about you, Miss Vickie?"

I honestly could not say that I was the least bit horny, but the idea of more sexual play with these beautiful women was not unpleasant in the least.

Using my, I'm in your hands, expression, I replied "What can I do against two such dominating women?"

Donna gathered up the toys and led us into the bedroom. She tuned me around and undid the back of my dress and slid it down over my hips. Jenny was taking Gail's outer garments off. Placing us side by side on the iron bed, they proceeded to cuff our wrists to the head board. Jenny took the shams and pillows and placed them under our hips, raising our pubic regions and rear ends and then they cuffed our ankles and fastened the attached chains to the foot board. I was laying there in my bra and panties, garter and nylons, and my high heels, my midsection raised and available to whatever, cuffed and chained to the bed, with Gail in the same position.

Donna came back around to the side of the bed and slipped off her panties. She slid them over my head, the crotch tight against my nose. I could smell her sex and see her faintly through the sheer fabric. I could see that Jenny followed her lead and pulled her panties off and put Gail in the same situation. Gail moaned slightly in anticipation. I found myself breathing in my wife's smell and becoming aroused all over again. My hard on was tenting my new panties.

Donna reached into the bag and I saw her reach under my bra. I felt something clamp down on first one nipple and then the other and felt a connecting chain between them. She placed my bra back into place, covering the clamps. My nipples were burning and I was starting to get a little worried. I struggle slightly with the cuffs, but they were secure.

I lost track of what Donna was doing as I struggled, needing to get the clamps off of my nipples. Suddenly, I felt her slide down my panties and push something against my rectum. I tightened my sphincter but she kept pushing until my anus opened and something slid into my rectum. It felt like a dildo but was not as large. I had heard of butt plugs and realized that this must be what was invading me. I raised my head and could see through the panties that Jenny was inserting one into Gail. She then picked up what looked like Donna's dildo and inserted one end of it into Gail's vagina. I saw her pick up the remote and Gail's pubic mound started making a vibrating sound. Gail was writhing in pleasure and moaning loudly. 

Jenny and Donna both climbed onto the bed and positioned themselves over our faces. Neither of us could move or resist. Donna pulled the panties to the side to uncover my mouth and whispered, "Make yourself useful, slave."

She lowered her mound onto my mouth and I started servicing her for all I was worth. I could hear Gail doing the same to Jenny even if I couldn't see her. I kissed and licked Donna's labia and clitoris, loving her with all my heart. I heard Jenny and Gail both coming to a violent climax, thrashing on the bed beside us. Donna ground her mound into my mouth and I had to occasionally lift my head to breath. I lost track of time until suddenly, I felt the butt plug pulled out and replaced with the dildo. It suddenly came to life in my rear end, even as Jenny slid down onto my engorged pole. I was full everywhere I could be full. My rear end vibrated mercilessly, while Jenny road my hard on and Donna forced my tongue even further up her love canal. As Donna cried out in climax, I felt Jenny's womb clamp down on me and she climaxed again. I dropped my head back and gasped, a fountain gushing from my penis into Jenny, my anus clamped around the vibrating dildo. My whole world exploded into pink pleasure, washing down over my brain and taking every thought with it. 

Donna and Jenny lifted themselves off of me and laid down beside Gail and I. Donna reached under my bra and released the nipple clamps, sending a rush of blood into them and causing them to burn like fire. She pulled her panties off of my face and I saw Jenny release Gail's nipple clamps. Gail moaned with pain. Jenny pulled her panties off of her face and stilled her moans with kisses. Donna kissed me deeply. I knew she could taste her own sex in my mouth.

"Well, how was that girls?" Jenny asked, smiling down at Gail and me as she leaned on her elbow.

Gail just moaned. I smiled and said that except for my nipples burning, I was very satisfied. 

"A little pain is an essential element, Victoria" Jenny said to me. "It makes the pleasure sensation even more pleasurable."

She stood up, "Should we let these two up?" she smiled at Donna.

Donna got up and met her at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, I don't know. Why should we? We don't need them, do we?" and with that she took Jenny into her arms and kissed her.

She turned and looked at our helpless expressions and laughed.

"Just teasing, darlings."

Her Side

Gail and Jenny had gone after kisses and hugs all around. I asked Vic if he wanted to change back into something more comfortable.

"Do you mean my own clothes?" he asked.

"Honey, these are your clothes. But if you mean your masculine clothing, yes, that's what I'm asking."

He took my hand and pulled me to the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror and I noticed the admiring look that he gave himself.

"Donna, this has probably been the most fantastic experience that I've ever had. I love what you have done to me and the feelings and sensations that I have been able to experience through it. The sex has been wonderful and I've enjoyed every minute of it, including the S&M, which was more pleasurable than painful. But I do think that I need to get to relax and be the person that I've always been. So yes, I would like to change and relax for a while."
 
I told him to go ahead and shower and take his makeup off and wear whatever he wanted while I fixed up something to eat.

He came into the kitchen later in his jeans and a tea shirt, carrying the dress and underwear set. 

"What should I do with these?" he questioned. 

"Look in the hamper and get all of the delicate type clothing out and I'll show you what setting to use on the washer."

He came back with an armload of undies and even the negligees and accessories that we had been wearing over the last few days. I showed him the delicate fabric setting and the detergent and softener to use and he got the load going. I noticed his pink toenails and fingernails as he walked around the kitchen.

"I'll help you take that polish off after supper, if you want."

He looked wistfully at his nails.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I've got a number of appointments on Monday and I don't need to have to do any awkward explaining about my nails."

I served up what I had fixed and we ate as we watched the news on television. Afterward, Vic gathered up the dishes and rinsed and placed them in the dishwasher. I put the clothing in the dryer on a low heat, gentle cycle and then got some polish remover and we sat on the floor in the den and watched TV while I cleaned the polish off. His nails had not grown much in the couple of days that the glue on nails had been on, so I didn't have to remove them. I reapplied a coating of clear polish to protect them and, while that was drying, I removed the polish from his toes.

Finished with that, we spread a blanket on the floor and spent the rest of the evening watching television. We both fell asleep and when Vic woke me, it was near midnight. We turned off the television and went to bed. I noticed when Vic got undressed that he was wearing a pair of the pink panties I had bought him. I smiled.

"I like your panties."

He smiled back, as he slipped them off and crawled into bed.

"I like them, too."

Five minutes later we were sound asleep.  

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