Chapter 13

[We have been busy with our summer schedule and have not had the time to continue this narrative. However, due to the many emails we have received urging us to continue the story, we have decided to return to the task. And task it is. In our effort to accurately relate what happened and our feelings about it, we have revealed much more about our private lives than we had ever expected. Both of us felt that we wanted to bring to conclusion our story but so many of the "ladies" who have been reading it have revealed such personal aspects of their lives as they relate to this subject that we have felt compelled to continue. We would like to thank the following lovely ladies for their notes of encouragement and their revelations of their own feminine lives, some of whom suffer in the many frustrations of their feelings and desires. Many have expressed that they wish they could be me and be treated as Donna has treated me. I am starting to identify with how you feel when you are dressing in the silky, sexy clothing of the opposite sex. I never had whatever happened to you at a young age happen to me and never had the desires that you have told us that you have. 

But as Donna has brought me in touch with a side of my personality that I never knew existed, I am now aware of the delicious shiver that runs over your body when you secretly touch a sexy under thing in the ladies niceties department, or see a sumptuous advertisement on television for Victorias Secret. I wish I had taped every one of their commercials so I could play them back to back. The women are beautiful, true, but the garments, oh the garments. I get hard just thinking about the garments, and wanting to try them on and wear them for Donna. Or am I wanting to wear them for me. But, I digress. Thank you to the following ladies and I am sorry to have to include you in a list, but some of you felt more comfortable not leaving a return address. Jamie, may you realize your desires, Babsy, we'll see about your request, Marissa, Jenny, Kim, Henrietta (Woodene), Renee, Elive, Dream (you know who you are), Roxy, Kaye (you go girl), Magda (finish your site), Sarah, Robin, and Patty(you also know who you are).]

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Sunday was a relaxing and restful day. Donna didn't put any feminine demands on me all day, thank goodness, as I don't think I could have had sex if I had wanted to. We slept late, had a late breakfast, watched a little TV and then I got together with a friend a we played some handball. I wore my own male clothes all day, including my BVD's, let my beard get stubbly, sweated, stunk, and generally was my old self. I even farted a couple of times, much to Donna's disgust. Oh, I did have to hedge a little when my handball buddy asked what I got for my birthday. I just told him that Donna was extra nice to me and he said he got my meaning. I left it with that, wouldn't you.

Monday I got up and grabbed a pair of BVD's from the drawer and showered. When I got out, the BVD's were gone and another pair of pink panties were on the counter. Taking them into the bedroom, I put them back in the drawer with all of the other panties and got my BVD's back out. 

"I've got a lot of work to do today, honey, and I can't be distracted with a hard on all day" I said.

"If you wear them all the time they won't give you a hard on" Donna replied.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't take that chance today" I said as I went back into the bathroom, slipped on my briefs, and shaved. I noticed that my chest and legs were stubbly but I didn't have time for prissing. I got dressed, kissed Donna goodbye, and grabbed a cup of coffee on the way out.

Thankful that my car had only needed a new battery, and that they had quickly gotten it back to me, I pulled up in front of the office and noticed that Gail had beat me to work this morning. My thoughts were pulled back to the weekend and Gail's beautiful body tied next to me on the bed, clamps on our nipples and.... damn. I've got to keep my mind on work. As I opened the door and stepped in, the stronger than usual scent of Gail's perfume hit my nostrils. I felt my nostrils flare as I breathed in her sensual smell. She met me as I closed the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. As she did she pressed something soft into my hand. I broke the kiss and looked at my hand. I was holding a beautiful lacy pair of bikini panties. Gail smiled.

"Donna called me before I left and said that you forgot yours and could I loan you a pair of mine. I think that these would look lovely on your wonderful bottom. Please go into the restroom and put them on. Bring your ugly men's briefs to me after and I'll put them away till you leave this afternoon."

As she was saying this to me, she was rubbing my crotch and giving me an instant erection. My better judgment fled me instantly and I found myself being led to the restroom, pushed in, and the door closed behind me. I held up and looked at the lovely pair of panties. I pushed them up to my nose and smelled the faint scent of perfume. I didn't seem to be able to help myself. I slipped my shoes off and unfastened my slacks, slipping them and then my underwear off. I stood trembling as I slid the lacy, silky, panties up my stubbly legs and settled them around my penis and balls, adjusting myself so that they fit snug and comfy, I mean comfortably, on my privates and buns. The head of my penis stuck up above the top of the panty and the tightness against the glans did not help matters. I didn't know how I was going to work this way. 

Just then, the door opened and Gail looked in and down at my predicament. She smiled.

"I thought you might have a little problem. We can take care of that."

She stepped over and locked the outer office door and came into the restroom. Dropping to her lovely nylon covered knees, she placed her lovely lips over my penis and began to suck and slide her lips up and down on my turgid member. With the feel of the blow job and Gail's panties caressing my balls and bottom, I exploded into her mouth while the top of my head exploded at the same time. She backed off a little and took my load of semen into her mouth. After draining me she stood and smiled, a little cum dribbling from her mouth and I knew what was coming and braced myself. She kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth for me to swallow, stirring it into my mouth with her tongue, forcing me to swallow what she was giving me. I was starting to get over my revulsion at the women doing this to me and realized that they were only showing me what women were routinely expected to do for men. And besides, the sex had been so good that I was starting not to mind so much.

"Best get dressed, Miss Vickie, and we had better both brush our teeth if we don't want our customers to smell our breath" and handed me the toothbrush and polish that I normally keep in my office restroom.

She stepped into the other restroom and I heard her brushing her teeth. I pulled my slacks up over the panties and fastened the zipper and belt and then put my shoes back on. As I stood I felt the tightness of Gail's panties on my privates and felt them slide against the inside of my slacks. I brushed my teeth, thinking that I was going to have a tough time concentrating on work that day.

As Gail and I met back in the outer office, she smiled.

"Comfy?" she asked.

My face turned red as I thought about almost using that very same word to describe how the wonderful panties felt on me.

Controlling my need to speak properly, I grinned back at her.

"Yes, very comfy" I replied, with a giggle.

"I am so glad," she said. "You wouldn't want to get a spanking for being naughty, now, would you?"

I blushed again. This was getting beyond familiar. Not only was I being feminized at home, but now my secretary was in on the game and I was getting it at work. Only the fact that she was so sexy and so loving to myself and Donna kept me from making a fool of myself by correcting her. I had thought that this week would get back to normal and I could put this feminine thing to rest for a while and, yet, here I was wearing panties again, and loving it. I tried to put this thought out of my mind as I felt my penis start to twitch again.

I went into my office and sat down at my desk. Opening the center drawer, my eyes fell upon a black lacy bra with a note attached.

"Good girl," it read "Now, please put this on for me, love. Donna"

I looked at the note again and realized that it was trimmed from a fax. I had not seen this bra before so I assumed that it also was Gail's. I was in a dilemma. I was sure that the bra would show through my shirt but I also remembered my promise to Donna. I slowly took off my shirt and fastening the bra on backwards, I twisted it around and slipped my arms through the straps, adjusting them to five me a snug fit on my breasts. As I started to put my shirt back on, Gail came into the office. 

"Very nice, Miss Vickie. Donna and I are happy to see that you complied. But that bra would really show through your shirt. So, put this on over it and then your shirt."

She handed me a beautiful silken camisole in a flesh color. I took the delicate garment and slid it over my head, letting it slide deliciously down over my face and breasts. It settled smoothly into place and covered the black bra. Picking up my shirt, I put it back on and when it was fastened I turned to the mirror. Except for the slight rise of my breasts under the shirt, you could not see the bra at all. However, I could feel it tightly snugging my breasts and rubbing against my now erect nipples. 

"Now, isn't that better" she said as she stepped back out of the office, closing the door.

Sitting back down, I marveled at how Donna was playing me, with Gail's expert help. Opening a side drawer to get a folder, there was another surprise. I picked up the black lacy garter and black silky nylons and couldn't wait to get them on. Standing, I had confidence that Gail would let no customer back to see me, I slipped off my slacks again and sat and started to slide the sexy nylons up my legs. I could feel them slightly snagging on my stubbly legs and I stopped. I did not want to run the beautiful things. I walked over to my private restroom and picked up the electric razor that I kept there and sat down on the stool lid. I put my foot up on the sink and began to shave my leg. Finishing one, I repeated the process until both legs were silky smooth. I then trotted back to my desk and sat and slid the nylons up my smooth legs. I once again shivered at the delicious feeling. Standing again, I hooked the garter on backwards and twisted it around to where the hook was in the back and settled it onto my hips. I felt the tabs dangling against my legs. I leaned over and fastened the front tabs to the nylons, securing them, and then did the little acrobatic stance that I have to do to fasten the rear tabs.

Achieving the harnessing of my legs in the nylons and garters, I slid my slacks back on and fastened them. I put my shoes back on. Again, my feet felt slick in the roominess of my loafers, but I left off the socks and went to put them in the deeper file folder drawer. When I opened the drawer, there was a pair of 5 inch black stiletto heels. I gasped. I can't work in these! At precisely that moment, Gail popped in again.

"Those are for your trip home, Miss Vickie, not for working in." 

She stepped back into the outer office. Now how the heck did she know I had just discovered the heels. I sat there, perplexed. I desperately wanted to try the heels on. Gail would announce a customer so I would have warning. I slid my loafers off and opened the drawer, I lovingly picked up the beautiful heels. Sliding one onto my foot, I fastened it snugly and put my foot on the floor. I crossed my legs and slid the other one on and fastened it. Placing both feet on the floor, I stood. I felt like I was 6 feet tall and standing on a steep decline. I took a few tentative steps and when I didn't fall, I tried walking across the office, the heels clicking time with each step. Realizing why I felt awkward, I tried swinging my hips and walking, as Jenny had taught me. I fell right into the swing of it and walked back and forth across the office, swinging my hips, my hand extended with my fingers pointed outward. Suddenly, I realized what I must look like, wearing men's clothing and a pair of high heels and strutting around the office. I quickly came back to the desk and sat down, intending to get the shoes off when the phone rang. I picked it up, careful to make sure my voice was deep enough, considering how I was feeling.

Donna spoke up from the receiver.

"Please don't take them off quite yet, dear."

"Take what off?" I asked, perplexed.

"The heels, don't take them off yet. Look in the bottom drawer on the left side, dear."

I looked, and there was a black, page boy style wig, and a tube of lipstick. 

"Please, before you take off the shoes, put on the wig and do your lips for me."

"I can't do that here. Customers will be coming in any minute." I replied.

"Gail will keep them out a little longer. Please, for me."

Still puzzled at how she knew what I had been doing, I picked up the wig and gently adjusted it into place. I picked up the lipstick and, going over to the mirror, I applied a coating of bright red lipstick to my lips, upper and lower, and smoothed them together, licking them lightly. I stared in amazement at the beautiful, dark haired vision looking back at me. I watched myself lick my beautiful lips. The shoes caused my breasts to stand out prominently and my buttocks to rise sexily. In a daze, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt down to where I could see the bra in the camisole. I walked away from the mirror, looking back over my shoulder at my figure. Even in the man's shirt and slacks, I looked like a beautiful, dark haired, vixen. I could see what my eyes would have looked like in eye shadow and color and long dark lashes. I went back to the phone and picked it up.

"Ok. I've got on the wig and lipstick, now" I said to Donna.

"I know, Miss Vickie, and you look absolutely wonderful in black hair and bright red lips."

I looked around, surely Donna was in the room somewhere, but I didn't see her. Just then I noticed that the web cam that usually sat on my computer cabinet had been moved to cover more of the room than just where my desk chair was. I looked at it and then at the phone. I heard Donna laughing and then heard Gail joining in. I went to the door and cautiously peeked into the outer office. No one was there but Gail, who had the phone up to her ear, laughing.

I walked delicately in the heels over to her desk and looked at her computer screen. There on her screen was a scene of my office and in a little box to one side, a picture of Donna laughing her ass off as she held a phone to her ear. As a clear picture of what they had just done to me came into my mind, I suddenly started laughing. I walked back into my office and picked up the phone.

"You think that's funny, huh. Very funny, but you didn't see everything and I might have had the last laugh, Mistress Donna."

Donna and Gail both laughed again. 

"Look at your computer screen, darling."

I watched as a video of Gail on her knees in the restroom doorway doing service to my manhood, or womanhood, seeing as how it was peeking out of a pair of black panties, played on the screen for me. I put the phone down and went back into Gail's office. There, sitting on her desk was a cam similar to the one in my office and pointed at the restroom door. 

"I can explain," I started to say. Donna laughed again.

"There's no explaining to do, dear. You responded to the script just like Gail and I wrote it. You make a great cross dressing actor. When you get home, I'll show you the whole movie. Meanwhile, you had better get your wig, lipstick, and shoes off before one of your male customers tries to ask you out. But please, put them back on, along with the rest of the makeup in your bathroom drawer before you come home tonight. Oh, and there's a little something in your closet. I quite like the look. Bye, baby, bye Gail, and thanks."

"My pleasure," Gail said from the other room and hung up the phone. 

I put the phone down and went to trying to look normal. But I couldn't wait for the day to get over so I could become the dark haired Miss Vickie again. I went to my restroom again and looked in the drawer. There was a full make up kit. Closing the drawer, I went to the closet. There, hanging from the rack, was a beautiful black dress, with lace sleeves and neckline, and lace overlay over the rest of the dress. I could see that it's length would stop several inches above my knees. I really didn't know if I could do this. I picked the dress up and held it up in front of me and walked over to the mirror. It was so beautiful. I just had to try it on. I went to the door and peeked out. The office was still empty. 

"Gail could you stall any customers for a while longer" I asked. 

"Sure, Miss Vicky, go ahead and try it on."

Again, I realized that she had still been watching me on the cam. I did not want to try the dress on until I was in full make up. I went into the bathroom and retrieved the make up kit and took it to my desk. Sitting down, I opened up the kit and adjusted the mirror and proceeded to do my eyes. I used dark eye liner and shadow to go with the page boy and black dress. Finishing my eyes, I applied a very light powder to my face and then accented it with a bright red cheek bone highlight. I felt like all I needed now was a black leather collar and a riding crop. I made a sultry face at myself, and then, purposefully standing in front of the cam, I took off my shirt and slacks and laid them aside. Standing clad in ladies undies, I unzipped the delicate garment and stepped into it, pulling it up over my hips and slipping my arms into the dainty sleeves, settled it onto my body. I reached around behind my back, only to realize that I could not reach the zipper.

Gail popped through the door and came over to me.

"Need some help, darling?"

I turned my back to her and she zipped up the lovely dress. Turning me around, she looked me up and down. 

"You are so beautiful, Miss Vickie. Go and see."

I walked back to the mirror. I had to gasp. My hands ran, involuntarily, over my body, smoothing and fluffing the sexy dress. My legs were a feminine vision for a leg man and the heels forced my calves and hips out provocatively. Gail came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breast with one hand and sliding the other hand under my dress to slide up to my crotch, her face nestled lovingly into my neck.

Suddenly we heard a gasp from my office door and glancing past her image to the open door, I saw one of my lady customers standing there in astonishment, with her hand over her mouth.

"I'm so sorry. There was no one at the outer desk and I thought that maybe Mr. Allure was in here. I certainly didn't mean to intrude."

Gail got her composure back quickly, and realizing what the lady had said, replied.

"I'm sorry, we thought we were alone. Mr. Allure step out for a few minutes. This is my room mate, Victoria. Can I help you with something, or do you particularly need to see Mr. Allure?"

The lady, whom I will not name, recovered from her surprise slightly.

"Oh, it can wait till another time. And I am so sorry for bursting in like that. Victoria, you are quite a lovely lady and I can't blame Gail for loving you even though I don't believe in that type of relationship. But, to each his own, or her own, in this case. Gail, please let Mr. Allure know that I stopped by. He can call me if he wants. It was nice to meet you, Victoria. You are quite lovely, and I love the dress. Bye, Gail."

She went out and we heard the outer door close. I let out my breath, which I realized I had been holding, and slightly shaking, I went to sit at my desk. I couldn't believe that she had not recognized me. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was Donna.


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"That was fantastic!" she exclaimed, excitedly. "That gives me a wonderful idea. Why don't you work today as Victoria, covering for yourself from another office. No one would be the wiser and you could practice living in femme."

"Donna! I can't do that. There's no way I could pass all day or even get any work done."

"Go back and look at yourself in the mirror, Victoria."

I stood up and went back to the mirror, watching my feminine walk and demeanor as I approached it. I actually saw no hint of my male persona. Standing before me was a beautiful, dark haired, woman, clad in one of the sexiest dresses that I had ever seen. Even if I could pass the eye test, women did not work in this type of attire, at least not many that I had ever seen.

I went back to the phone.

"Please Donna, don't make me do this" I stammered.

"Darling, you will be wonderful, and just think of what kind of reward I might have waiting for you when work is over. Bye now. I'll see you after work."

The phone clicked dead. Just then, another customer came into the outer office. Gail met him at the door.

"I'm sorry, John. Mr. Allure is out of town for most of the day. But Victoria Smith is here from another office covering, if you'd like to speak to her."

I heard John Parker say that would be fine. My phone rang and Gail announced him. I slightly trembled as I stood to meet him. Stepping around the desk, I remember just in time to give him just my fingers, my hand turned down. He shook my hand and I saw his eyes do an assessment of my body and return to my eyes. 

"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Smith. It's my good fortune that Vic is out today." 

I felt myself blush at the compliment and quickly recovered. Pulling my hand from his, I indicated the chair and sat back down at the desk, rolling my chair into the desk enough to cover my bare knees.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. How can I help you?"

John took his mind off of my face and body long enough to state his business and I quickly had it taken care of and him on his way. As he was leaving, he turned back to me.

"You look so familiar, but I'm sure I've never met you. I would remember."

"Well, I get around a little. Maybe you have seen me somewhere. Have a good day, Mr. Parker."

He left, and relieved, I went back to my desk just as the phone rang.

"Hello" I answered, in my best falsetto.

"Um, Mr. Allure?" I heard a ladies voice say.

"I'm sorry, he is out for the day. This is Ms. Smith, how may I help you."

As she spoke again, I realized that it was the lady who had walked in on Gail and I.

"Um, I just wanted to say, Victor, that you are astonishingly beautiful as Victoria and in case I never get to see you again, I wanted to tell you that I was delighted to have the opportunity to meet Victoria, even if it was accidental. And, suffice it to say, that your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul. But I just want to add that you are a contribution to the beauty of the lady folk of this fair city. Good day, Miss Victoria."

"Thank you, Ellen. You are very gracious, considering the circumstances of our meeting."

"I think the circumstances were perfect. You have a great day now, sweetie."

With that the phone went dead. It immediately rang again. Donna was on the phone.

"Are you going to spy on me all day?" I asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," she replied. "What did she say?"

"She said that she was delighted to meet me and that I was beautiful and that my secret was safe with her. I knew I couldn't fool people. I'm going to get myself in trouble here."

"You fooled John, dearest. And he knows you better that Ellen does. Some women are just more observant than men. You'll do fine. See you later, Miss Vicky."

I hung up the phone and braced myself for the rest of the day. I was still worried that someone would recognize me in drag and that all hell would break loose. I could not believe that I had allowed myself to be talked into this, but since I had, I was determined to do my best. Wait till I get my hands on Donna. 

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I leaned back from the computer after reducing the cam image to fit in the lower corner of the screen. I was so happy with the way that Victoria had come back to life in her office. I could tell that Vic was really hooked on the feelings that women's clothing gave to him. I was still amazed at the turn everything had taken from the moment I had decided to surprise Vic for his birthday. I never dreamed that it would be more than just lark, a fun time completely different from anything we had done before. But here was Victoria, working and meeting clients in femme, scared, but more than passing as the beautiful woman that she was becoming. And I was amazed at the daring person that I had become.

A few days ago, I would never have had the nerve to make love to another woman, even if I had the desire. And I think the desire was stirred by the video we had watched. Shaving Vic's hair off, and dressing him in a negligee, and making him up, and then making love to him as a woman had done something to me, also. Although I was sure that this was a temporary phenomenon, I had never been so horny, or so much into sexual play. The whole area of eroticism seemed to be opening up to me and I was loving it. I thought on what else we might experiment with and an idea came to me.

I grabbed my purse and headed out to the car, the wind blowing my skirt around my legs. I shivered as the wind caressed my naked thighs above my nylons and blew across the thin layer of panties over my labia. I got in the car and a few minutes later pulled up in front of Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties store. I saw Jenny through the window and waved. She smiled, delightedly, and came to meet me at the door. As I entered, she took my hands and pulled me to her body, kissing me deeply and deliciously. Surprised, but delighted, I quickly looked around. There were no customers in the store and no other staff was in view. 

"I can't stop thinking about you and Victoria, Donna. I keep fantasizing about our next adventure, whenever that may be. And Gail is so beautiful and sexy."

"That's what I'm here about." I replied. "I'm wondering about the next step in our experimentation with feminizing Vic. He has taken to the feminine clothing with a delight that I never dreamed that he would and has responded to bondage and spankings positively. I want to keep things progressing in new and pleasing ways for his and my pleasure. And, of course, you and Gail are very much a part of this now."

I proceeded to tell her about the morning and the video cam. She laughed at the surprise we had pulled on Victoria.

Thinking for a second, she said "You know, Victoria seemed to enjoy being entered by the dildo each time we have used it on her. I think she enjoyed getting fucked and you can definitely make the use of her love hole a part of the feminizing game. Let me show you something."

She led me to a section by the dildos and picked up a package. It contained three plastic penis shaped items, each with a flat base and each a different size.

"These are called butt plugs, or training plugs. The idea is to get him to wear them up his anus while he is doing non sexual things. They will distract him and stimulate him sexually the whole time they are in. You start with the smallest and as he develops the ability to comfortably wear it, you go to the next size bigger. By the time he can comfortably accommodate it, he will also be stretched to the point that he can enjoy being screwed with out pain or discomfort. Plus, they will also let him know constantly that you are in charge of his body and his openings, and all for your pleasure which should pleasure him."

I took the package and followed her to another section. 

"You've already seen these, as Gail brought some to your house." She picked up a set of nipple clamps.

"These are good for training and teasing. Once a person gets a taste of them, they crave the exquisite pain they produce."

She handed me the clamps and picked up another set. Walking back over to the plugs, she picked up another, but different, set of them. Coming back to me, she smiled.

"You know, Donna, you really shouldn't expect Victoria to let you do something to her that you aren't willing to do yourself."

I felt my anus draw up at her words. I had been so into what she was showing me for Victoria that it had not crossed my mind that they could be used on me.

Taking my hand, she led me back to the dressing room. Pulling the package of butt plugs apart, she took out the smallest and stepped behind me. She lifted my skirt and slid her fingers under the band of my panties. Pulling them gently down below my hips, she whispered into my ear.

"Bend over, darling, and take your medicine."

I hesitantly bent over. She pulled my cheeks apart and worked the dry plug against my anus. I tried to relax my anus but found it tightening up against the invasion of the plug. Suddenly, Jenny slapped my rear end.

"Loosen up, bitch, or I'll wear your butt out!"

Tears welled up in my eyes at the slap and the hard words, but I pushed back against the plug, pushing inside as if I was trying to have a bowel movement. I felt my sphincter start to relax and the plug started sliding in. My mind went back to the night Jenny had fucked my ass with the dildo and I found myself getting hot. I leaned over and grabbed my ankles.

"Push it on in, Mistress Jenny. I'm ready for it."

Jenny finished working the plug into my anus until the back end rested against my cheeks. I stood back up, feeling the plug deep in my bowels, creating the strangest of sensations inside of me. Jenny slid my panties gently back into place and dropped my skirt.

"Now, wear that all day."

As she spoke, she turned me around and started unbuttoning my blouse. Without taking my bra off, she reached in and gently pulled out my breasts. Holding each in turn, she tightened the clamps on my nipples. I could feel the pinching on my nipples as she tightened them, stopping only when she saw me wince at the pain. She pulled my bra back into place. I could hardly think, with the plug stimulating me from behind and the clamps pinching my nipples.

"I have a task for you now, if you can concentrate enough to do it. Take these over to Victoria's office and put them into and onto her."

She pulled me close and kissed me. I was so turned on that I passionately returned her kiss, pulling her to me. About that time, the chime on the door rang and Jenny pulled away from me.

"It's time to pay, and then go do your chores, lover."

We walked out to the cash register. I was trying not to squirm with the butt plug stimulating my back end. I paid Jenny for the items which she put into a bag for me. She winked at me and smiled as I turned to leave. Opening the door to the car and tossing in the bag I swung in and lowered myself onto the seat. The plug push up further into my bowels causing me to lift my hips from the seat. Overcoming my discomfort, I eased myself back onto the seat, and the plug, and pulled the seat belt across my body. My nipples yelped in pain as the strap caught on my breast and brushed across the clamps under my bra.

This caused me to drop my keys to the floor and it was all that I could do to bend over and retrieve them. The plug pushed into my rear and my nipples pressed against the steering wheel causing them to throb. Being even more careful, I started the car and headed over to Vic's office.

Gail looked up and smiled as I came through the door carrying the bag. She gracefully swung her legs out from under her desk and stood to greet me. Taking my hands, she, also, kissed me full on the mouth. I winced as her breasts caressed mine. Noticing my wince, she asked what was wrong. I unbuttoned my blouse partially and pulled my bra down a little, showing her the clamps.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Donna! What are you doing?"

"I went by Cindy's where Jenny works to get some more ideas for Victoria. She had some ideas, alright. But they were for both of us."

I took her hand and pulled it down to my rear where she could feel the plug under my panties. Then I took the packages out of the sack. She could see the place in the plastic where one of the plugs was missing. Her reaction surprised me as she looked at the package.

She looked at me and grinned.

"Can I try one?" she asked, coyly.

I looked at her beautiful face and fantastic body. Why not, I thought. What is good enough for Victoria and me is good enough for Gail.

"I'll tell you what. You help me convince Victoria and I'll put it in you myself."

Gail smiled.

"It's a deal." and picked up the other package, pulling it apart and taking the smallest plug out.

We entered Vic's office, Gail holding the plug behind her back while I brought in the nipple clamps. Victoria looked up from her desk. I gasped. She was even more beautiful that on the cam. She swung her beautiful legs from under the desk and stood, her heels making her legs look even more classically feminine. 

Gail and I approached her as she twirled around for me to get a view of the outfit. She caught herself just as she started to loose her balance. 

"Careful, beautiful. You don't want to break your lovely neck."

I walked up and took her into my arms, turning her around so that her back was to Gail.

"I've got another surprise for you, dear." I said as Gail, on my signal, started to unzip her dress. I gently lowered it below her bra and Gail undid the clasp, allowing it to come loose on her breasts. I fingered her nipples and felt them harden under my manipulations. I pinched them both and saw Victoria's eyes glaze over. With them enlarged, I produced the clamps I had been palming and began screwing one down on a nipple. Victoria's beautiful eyes widened and then she moaned as the clamp began pinching the nipple. I put the other one on as she waited. I knew from experience that the pain was exquisite and delightful at the same time. After making sure that each was secure, but not overly tight, I pulled her bra back into place and Gail hooked it. I pulled her dress bodice back up and Gail, in turn, re zipped it.

I could tell that he was enjoying the pain the clamps was causing to his nipples. Now was the time for the plug.

"Victoria, please bend over toward me and raise your skirt off of your rear end."

A look of alarm entered her face and I could tell she was ready to refuse.

"Victoria, do you trust me?"

"You know I do, Mistress Donna."

"Then do as I say." I replied, looking at my feminized husband and catching his made up eyes with mine.

He bent over and raised his skirt, showing his beautiful black panties and garter and nylons. Gail slid his panties down over his hips and separated his cheeks. I could tell he wanted to pull away as she pushed the plug against his anus but he did not and held his helpless position through sheer will. Gail worked on pushing the plug into his rectum and a moan escaped his pretty lips. I saw him push back against the plug and it slid the rest of the way into his passage. Pressing the plug firmly into place, the end resting on his upturned buttocks, Gail pulled the flimsy panties back into place.

"You can stand now, my dearest."

He stood, and I could tell that he was feeling the same feelings that I had and was feeling. I smiled at her as she dropped her dress back into place.

"You were so good and obedient that I've got a surprise for you" I said, and unbuttoning my blouse and pulling my bra down, showed him my clamps. He grinned.

"At least I'm not the only one in pain here."

"That's not all" I said and turning away from him, I raised my skirt and pulled my panties down to show him my plug.

Gail slipped out of the office and came back holding the next size up.

"My turn," she grinned at Victoria and handed the plug to her. "But I going to need a little lube first and you have just the tool to give it to me."

Victoria turned to me and I smiled my ok.

I got in front of Gail and began kissing her deeply. As I kissed her, I grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it above her panty covered rear. Victoria, lowered herself to her knees and slid the panties down from Gail's perfect rear. Drawing her face in close, her tongue extended and she began to lick Gail's rear passage. Gail moaned in delight and leaned even harder into me as she pushed her rear back into Victoria's mouth. Victoria licked and sucked and probed Gail's tunnel until I thought Gail was going to pass out. 

Then she held Gail's hips as she stood to her feet and lifted her dress. She slid her panties to one side and released her bulging member. Pushing up to Gail's rear she guided her penis into the now lubricated passage and pushed, as Gail pushed back against her. Her love tool entered Gail's rectum and she began pumping Gail as though she had not had sex in a month. Gail moaned into my mouth and worked her hip back and forth onto Victoria's tool. Victoria squeezed and released Gail's breasts and cried out as she filled Gail's back channel with her love juice. Gail shuddered and went limp against me, holding me tightly as she trembled.

She regained a little of her composure and looked at me.

"Now I think I'm ready for the plug."

Victoria pulled her still hard penis out of Gail's rear end and picked up the plug. Pushing it into Gail's anus, it slid in easily and settled into place. Gail reached down and pulled her panties back up.

"I believe that went in easier than either mine or Victoria's" I grinned at Gail.

Gail smiled back.

"You've just got to be lubricated correctly, Miss Donna.

"I see, now" I joked. "I'll have to remember that next time. Meanwhile, I think I'm going to scream if somebody doesn't give me a climax."

Gail slipped to her knees and, raising my skirt and sliding down my panties, proceeded to do just that.

As Gail gave me a wonderful tongue lashing, Victoria came around behind me. She pulled the plug from my rectum and before my sphincter could close, reinserted her penis and proceeded to do to me what she had done to Gail. As I screamed into a climax the thought crossed my mind. It doesn't get much better than this. 

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Birthday Present Pt. 06
by donnaallurec


I did not know what I was going to do. Donna had changed so much and had completely taken over our sex life. In fact, I realized, she had taken over my whole life. My life was upside down from what it had been, and in less than a week. I shifted in my chair and felt the butt plug change position. Even after what had already occured, I felt my dick twitch. My nipples had become somewhat numb from the clamps, but every time I moved a little they would protest, calling attention to themselves. I stood and walked to the mirror. I still could not make myself believe that I was looking at myself. I felt a shiver run over my body. I could feel the nylons stroking my shapely legs, the tops pulled taught by the garter straps. I felt the slight caress of the air on my panty covered penis. The plug shifted again as I turned to get my lipstick and returned to the mirror to apply a fresh coat. I open my mouth and applied the lipstick to the top lip, starting just right of center and outlining the curve, gliding out to the edge of my mouth and then repeated the procedure on the left side. I applied some to my lower lip and then moved my lips in and out against each other, completing the process and feeling the smoothness of the lipstick on my lips.

Other than making out in the car when we were dating, we had never let our sexual activities get out of the privacy of our home, or motel room if we were away. Now, all of a sudden, I'm at work, having sex with my wife and having sex with my secretary and my wife having sex with my secretary, and I'm dressed up like a woman and looking like one, too. I just could not get a grasp of what I should do. I felt, inherently, that this whole experience had gone way too far. But I knew that I was caught up in the extreme sexuality of the whole experience, and, like a new junkie, could not get enough. Each new experience left me craving for the next one, lowering my inhibitions to the point that I was taking a huge chance with my security every time I let another person see me in my role as Victoria. 

And another thing that confused me was the fact that from the letters and stories Donna had shown me on-line, most men who dressed as women were homosexual or bisexual and attracted to other men. This most definitely was not how I felt. I had no desire to have any kind of an encounter with another man. But in the encounters with Donna and Gail and Jenny, I felt that I was participating in lesbian encounters. But, given the fact that I am a man, they weren't actually lesbian, at least not on my part, even if they were between the girls. The whole situation was confusing to me. I had never cheated on Donna or she on me, but here we were, sharing our sex life with two other women. 

Also, sexual control had never been a part of our sex life until now. But the fact of it was that the control was part of what was exciting me. It was as if, because Donna was calling the shots, I did not have to accept responsibility for the deviation from our normal sexual play, allowing myself to be seduced into actions and situations that I would not have considered on my own. I wondered if that was what was disturbing me. 

I have always felt like I was pretty much in control of my life and the lead partner in our marriage. And now the only term that I could think of for myself was one I had read on the Internet. Panty slave. Something about the combination of being in panties and having sex in them had done something to my psyche, changing me in some kind of basic way down deep inside. I wondered if Donna was aware of how deeply all of this sexual play was affecting me. I could not even look at women's garments without wondering how they would look on me and how they would feel on my body.

Gail stuck her head in my office and announced another of my clients and ushered her into the room. I repeated my performance from earlier and took care of the business at hand, assuring her that I could take care of her business, even though Mr. Allure was away. Taking her hand as she was leaving, I thanked her for her business and welcomed her back any time.

The day was drawing to a close when Donna called.

"Miss Vickie, I've got some exciting news but I'm not going to tell you what it is until you get home. So please don't delay after work."

"Do you think I'm going to delay dressed like this?" I asked her. "Don't worry, I'll be straight home." 

We went through our normal routine for closing the office for the day, except that I was doing it in high heels and a dress. I checked outside before I went out and got in the car. I didn't want to run into any of our business neighbors wondering what I was doing in Mr. Allure's car. Again, the pedals of the car felt awkward in my heels but I managed to make it home fine and, swinging my nylon covered legs out of the car, I made it into the house without incident.

Donna was again in the den and again was dressed in the dominatrix outfit, with the strap-on riding rigidly between her beautiful legs. I felt my penis suddenly start to harden. She had pulled one of our den chairs with wooden legs into the center of the room and I could see the video camera sitting on the entertainment center pointed at the chair. There were pieces of rope tied to all four legs of the chair and a large towel draped over the back. Donna came to me and kissed me passionately, our lipstick covered lips sliding across each others. As we finished the kiss she led me by the hand to the back side of the chair and told me to lean over it. I complied and she tied my wrists to the short lengths of rope and then came behind me and tied my ankles to the rear ropes. When I was effectively hogtied she asked me to try and get loose. I struggled to pull my wrists from the ropes but she had tied them securely and I could make no headway. I couldn't even work my way around the back of the chair because of my secured ankles. My feet were beginning to hurt in the heels so that I was forced to relax on my stomach over the back of the chair, with my rear end destined to be my uppermost part. 

Donna reached inside my dress bodice and released the nipple clamps. All of a sudden my nipples were screaming out in pain. They had gone numb in the clamps but as the blood ran back into them, it felt as if the nerves were on fire. Donna dropped the clamps into the seat of the chair and went behind me. She raised my dress up and laid it across my back and slid my panties down to my knees. She went to an end table and picked up some lube, rubbing it over the strap-on. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked behind me. Pulling the plug gently from my rectum, she tossed it onto the towel and slowly slid the dildo into my now vacated channel. 

I could not help but moan as the dildo entered me. Donna gently slid it all the way into me until her pelvis rested against my butt cheeks. I felt so full that I thought I would burst. Donna leaned onto me, reaching into my bodice and pinching my sensitive nipples. My whole body clenched as I groaned in exquisite pain. Donna released my nipples and caressed my breasts as she pulled out till only the head of the dildo was in me. As she pushed slowly back into me she again pinched my nipples and again my whole body shuddered. My hair hung around my face and my mouth was wide open in exquisite anguish and pleasure. I ran my tongue across my lips as I struggled for some kind of equilibrium. The strap-on rubbed my prostate gland and I could feel my penis dripping onto the towel. 

As Donna pumped in and out of me I could hear her moaning from the sensation of having the other end of the dildo in her vagina. All of a sudden, I exploded, drenching the towel with my love juice and, I know, soiling the beautiful garter around my waist. Donna continued to frenetically pump my ass, thrashing behind me. She had turned loose of my nipples and was holding on to my hips as she pumped in and out of me. As I started to come down from my climax I started to realize the discomfort I was feeling as she continued to pump me. I tried to shift my hips a little, trying to ease the pain. Donna released one of my hips and slapped me on the ass cheek, hard. 

"Ouch," I cried. "That hurts now that I've climaxed." 

"Well, I haven't yet so hold still." Donna gasped, continuing to hump my rear.

"But, Donna, that hurts."

"You are going to have to learn to take it if you're going to be my lover. I can see that I'm going to have to silence your complaints."

She pulled out of me and I was momentarily thankful. But she went over and picked up the butt plug and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and in a minute she came back out with the plug. She picked up another piece of the rope and ran it through a hole in the back of the plug. Coming in front of my she told me to open my mouth. I knew where that thing had been and I did not want it in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth.

Donna slapped me hard and my mouth opened as I gasped. In went the plug and with my hands tied I could not force it out with just my tongue. Donna tied the rope around my head, knotting it behind me, tying my hair down. Satisfied with her work, she looked at me for a moment, hogtied and gagged, bent over the back of the chair. I could see her mind working. She went into the bedroom and came back with a pair of black panties and a black satin scarf. She pulled the panties down over my face and then tied the scarf across my eyes, knotting it, also, behind my head.

I actually became frightened at this point because I was so helpless and she was being so forceful. Suddenly, I felt her begin to penetrate me again and I did my best to tighten my sphincter to resist her but she pushed on into my rear passage and again began to pump me. I could hear her moans as she rode me with the double dildo. Suddenly she was talking and at first I wondered to whom.

"This is how I take my little woman when I'm horny. I tie her up and open her rear and pump her till I cum all over her. If she moves, I spank her. If she complains, I gag her. I deprive her of her sight and put her face in my panties where it belongs. If she is so unladylike that she climaxes before me I punish her while I continue until I climax. Ladies, this is what you can expect from your wives and lovers. All you have to do is tell them your little secret. Tell them what you like to wear when they aren't home. Tell them what you do to your little willie when you are dressed in their undies. Tell them why they keep missing and then finding their panties from out of their dresser drawers."

She interrupted her speech to gasp and cry out as she climaxed, pushing so hard into me that I thought I would pass out. She collapsed across my body as she slowly regained her sense of presence. She pulled out of me and untied my ankles. Then she took off the blindfold and the panties from my face and untied the rope holding the butt plug and pulled it from my mouth. She untied the ropes holding my wrists and helped me to stand, instructing me to hold my dress up off of myself. She folded the towel and cleaned the cum off of my stomach. I looked down and saw that only a drop had gotten on the garter, most of it trapped by the towel. She led me by the hand into the office and over to the computer. There was a cam image of the den chair on the screen and in a frame under it was the message.

"Live cam. Number of viewers: 33,458"

I looked at the screen in shock. Donna smiled and kissed me passionately. 

"Miss Victoria, you are now famous. You've just been screwed in front of 33,458 people, most of them men and most of them trans gendered and all of them paying to watch. We now have considerably more in our financial coffer than we did yesterday."

The e-mail notice on our computer started lighting up. Donna sat down in the chair and opened the e-mail client. There were hundreds of messages and more arriving each moment. She open the first, from someone named Steph.

"I have never, in my life, seen anything so sensual and beautiful. I would give anything to be Victoria. Thank you so much. My panties are so full that I must go and change. Signed, yours forever, Stephanie (Steven)"

Donna opened several more and the message was similar for each. I stood there speechless and dumb struck. I truly did not know what to do. Donna had exposed our little game to the porn world and without my knowledge or consent. I knew that this had gone too far and that this was a step from which we could never return. Donna kept reading the e-mails, enraptured at the power which they conferred onto her. I quietly slipped from the office and went into the bedroom. My ass hurt deeply from the rape that I had just endured for I would never have participated in anything like this if I had realized what she was doing. I found tears running down my face as I took of the dress and shoes and undergarments and wig. I went into the bathroom, carrying a clean pair of panties, because I found that my BVD's were not in my drawer. I showered and feeling stubble on my body, I went ahead and shaved it off because it would itch if I let it grow. But I knew in my heart that our little experiment had to stop. It had gone too far by a long shot. I used the facial cleanser and cleaned the makeup off of my face. I dried off and slipped into the satin panties, vowing that I would change as soon as I could find my BVD's. I went back into the bedroom and opened my drawer to get a pair of jeans. My jeans were missing. The only pants in the drawer were the black stretch jeans that I had worn to the donut shop on Saturday.

I started to call Donna but didn't want to confront her wearing only panties. I slipped the jeans up over my hips, having to wiggle to get them on and buttoned and zipped them up. I opened my tee shirt drawer and found my tee shirts missing and in their place only a few girls midriff tees in pastel colors. I picked up the top one, pink, and slipped it over my head. My nipples tingled and protested as the shirt fell over them. They were very sore as was my rear passage.

In my sock drawer I found only pink rimmed anklets. Leaving the drawer open I went to the closet. On the floor where my shoes normally are were the pairs of heels Donna had bought me and a pair of pink girls running shoes. I could tell by looking that they were my size. I picked them up, got a pair of the anklets from the drawer and finished dressing. I looked in the mirror and saw a somewhat more masculine version of my earlier self. But even without makeup, I looked softer and more feminine than I should. The girls clothes helped to accentuate the fact.

I went back to the office. Donna was still engrossed in reading the e-mails. She had removed the dildo harness and it was laying on the floor. She looked so sexy in the dominatrix costume that I was momentarily taken aback. 

"Donna," I said, "we have to talk."

She turned in the chair and when she saw me her eyes lit up.

"Oh Vickie. You look so comfortable. Let me get into something similar and I'll get something to eat fixed up." 

"No. You don't understand. We need to talk about what is going on here."

I saw a troubled look pass over her face as she realized that I was upset.

"What's the matter, hon." she asked.

I pointed to the computer screen.

"All this has gone way too far, Donna. It was one thing when we had our own private little sex game going. But this is way overboard. Selling our activities on-line. Letting thousands view us in an extremely compromising situation. You don't know who was watching and recording that cam broadcast. Someone might possibly recognize me, even in drag, and try blackmail or who knows what else."

I saw a quick look of fear come onto her face.

"What is it? I asked, alarmed.

"Someone could possibly recognize you if the were logged on earlier today."

"What do you mean?"

"The whole day's activities were being cam cast, at your office and here. The whole transformation from Vic to Vickie. That's why there were so many viewers by this evening. It kept growing all day in size and the e-mails were pouring in. So many requested to see just what we did just now that I was persuaded to go along with it. I didn't even think that somebody local might be viewing. I just got caught up in the excitement that you were causing in your transformation to Miss Vickie under my control. I'm sorry Vic. I guess I really messed up."

I sat there stunned.

"Um.. Vic."

"Yes" I mumbled.

"I also broadcast the other recordings that I've been making. There was an huge volume of downloading for each of the films. We really have made a lot of money today. You are an Internet star as of today. I'm sorry if it backfires, but let's just wait and see. Maybe everything will be ok."

"Well, one thing that is not ok is continuing this feminizing thing. I'm done with it and so are you. We've got to get back to the lives that we had and the trust that we have had for each other. I can't believe that you did this without asking me first." 

Donna looked sheepish.

"I knew you were to shy to let me try it and I just wanted to see what kind of reaction we would get. I'm so sorry."

I thought for a moment, then asked Donna to let me get to the computer. I searched the name Victoria Allure in Google and got pages of hits. Alarmed, I checked out a few of the pages and finally breathed a sigh of relief when they all pertained to a porn star by the same name. I knew that this did not mean a lot as very little time had passed for people to start posting copied versions of the video on the web but at least I could hope that would not happen.

"Ok. We're alright for now, but no more Internet cam stuff and no more of me in dresses. Where are my clothes?"

I actually felt kind of funny giving the orders with Donna sitting there in her dominatrix costume. 

"They are upstairs in the spare bedroom closet." Donna replied.

"Well, this stuff all goes and I want my clothes back in my drawers and closet. Understand?"

Donna nodded and her eyes teared up.

"I'm sorry Vic. I guess I let myself get too caught up in the excitement of our game. I'll get your clothes back where they belong."

She went into the bedroom and soon came out carrying an armload of women's clothing and shoes. I turned back to the computer and began typing a continuance of my side of our story. When I finished, an hour had passed. I got up and went to our bedroom. My clothes were back in my drawers. I changed from the women's clothes back to my own and laid the clothes on the bed, along with the running shoes. I looked back in my drawer and picked up a pair of BVD's. The cotton felt course in my hands after the satin undies I had been wearing for several days and I felt a tinge of regret that things had turned out this way. But I knew I had to have a resolve about this matter and get things back under control.

I went to the kitchen where Donna was cooking. 

"Did you throw out all of those things you bought me?" I asked, as I hugged her from behind.

"Well, not exactly." She turned in my arms and grinned wickedly at me.

I released her and took a step back. She stepped in close to me and grabbed my nipples under my tee shirt. 

"We may want to play again someday so I put all of them in the spare bedroom, including my costume. Ok?"

I felt my resolve wavering and then it crumbled all down around me.

"Well, maybe someday. But no more videos." 






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