Although tentative at first of her new power, she quickly started to enjoy her newfound control over me. I soon learned, much to my dismay, that Brittany found this game to be entirely all too amusing. I think she enjoyed toying with my release. She always made me wait several weeks for my release, and I would almost be going crazy, yet strived to please her more.
Instead of kissing her panties during release days, she started finding more degrading things for me to do.
“Here’s an old pair of my socks that I’ve been wearing all day. I want you to make love to them today.”
“Yes Brittany, if that makes you happy. I want to make you happy always.”
“Excellent, and from now on you will address me as Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress,” another piece of power was transferred, and I felt a rush.
“Beg me to make love to my dirty socks.”
“Mistress Brittany, please may I make love to your dirty socks?”
“Perhaps, how much are you willing to wait until your next release?”
“Two weeks.”
“Come on for my dirty socks, you can do better than that.”
“A month.”
“I’m starting to think you don’t want to make love to my dirty socks today.”
“Two months.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Tell me, no beg me.”
“Mistress, please let me make love to your dirty socks today, in exchange I beg you to keep me locked up for two months. It’s a small price to pay for touching something that was next to your gloriously beautiful feet. Please, I want to make love to your socks so bad.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes”
“My socks, you want to make love to my socks?’
“Yes. Please!”
“Okay, if you want them that badly, but I want you to be sweet with them. First, sniff them. How do they smell?”
“Delicious,” I took in her scent.
“Sniff them again and give them some light kisses. Tell them how much you love them.”
I kissed her socks and said gentle things to them. I noticed I really started to become aroused by them.
“Now put them in your mouth. I want you to taste them; I want you to lick them. I want you to suck out every bit of my essence from those socks for the next thirty minutes, and I want you to tell them how much you love them.”
I made sweet love to her socks while she sat there and read. When it was time for my release, she had me keep one sock in my mouth and put one on the pillow.
“You have permission.”
I thought about her socks and her control over me, and I released into the sock with furious joy.
“Clean those socks up and wear them inside your panties tomorrow to remind yourself of me,” she attached my chastity tube, “we’ll see how good you are in two months.”
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Chapter 29: Teased
As the months slipped by Brittany seemed determined to gain full control over me. Every day I spent hours groveling at her feet begging to kiss her socks while she did her homework or watched TV. And of course I had to lick her pussy several times a week. Some days she would have me lick her pussy even if she wasn’t immediately ready for orgasm. She just liked having my head in her pussy as she talked on the phone to her friends or worked at the desk on her computer.
What I started realizing was that she was – consciously or not – conditioning me to equate sexual release and sexual pleasure with different parts of her body and making her happy. I would see a naked girl in a movie, but it didn’t turn me on half as much as seeing Brittany walk down the hallway at school in her little pink socks.
I think she knew she had shaped my fascination, and sometimes when she’d invite me over to hang out with the girls, she’d take her shoes off and put her feet dangerously close to me on the couch. I’d look down at them and have to fight the urge to start kissing and caressing them in front of all the girls. She knew it was torture, and she’d give me a little smile and start watching the movie again.
That summer, it was decided that I would go the whole summer with only one orgasm. Living at home again with my mom, I was in the same routine again. I often was dressed as Audrey around my mother during the day, and we would go out on trips that she planned. She was so happy to have a daughter. At night, I was Chris, and the name just seemed weird now. For the past few years I was Audrey. There was no break, and now that I was expected to act like Chris, it seemed more like a role to play than who I actually was.
When it was halfway through the summer, my Mom and I went up to visit Miss Samantha and Brittany. My mom was aware of the reason for our visit, but she didn’t mention it thankfully. When we had lunch that afternoon Brittany asked my Mom if I was being good all summer, and also asked if I had any indiscretions. My mother seemed pleased at her interest in my behavior.
“Brittany, I’m so glad that Audrey has found a girl that is taking an interest in my little girl. You’re such a mature little lady.”
“Thank you Mrs. Manning. It’s like my aunt says, ‘She needs direction, and we’re going to lead her in that direction by her little winky.’”
They all thought this was funny and laughed.
“To answer your question, she’ been a complete sweetheart. We’ve gone to the beach, to the salon, the opera. She’s my best girlfriend.”
“Aw, that’s nice. I guess she’s been a good little girl then,” she looked at me and I blushed a little bit.
“Well we know you two probably want to do some catching up, so we’ll let you go run off and have fun. Meet us back at your mother’s place at 7:00 for dinner.”
“Okay Mrs. Manning. It was nice to see you again.”
We walked around downtown, and I told her how much I missed her and loved her. She seemed beautiful smiling with the summer sun behind her hair lighting it up like an angel. We ended up at the park, and she made me lick ice cream off of her toes as she dripped it on them. Having not had an orgasm in over six weeks, her toes taste made me feel close to her again.
During dinner with her mom the discussion turned to me again. They all agreed I would make someone a good wife one day. I started to get really annoyed at their constant teasing about this. Yes, I could probably be a good wife, but once I left the house I was going to be done with this nonsense for good. I was going to get a job and my own apartment. I wasn’t going to be a wife. I wanted to say this, but I knew my release would be very soon and I wasn’t about to mess that up, so I just smiled and played along.
After dinner Brittany took me to her room on the premise of showing me something from school. She knew my mom and her aunt would keep her mom busy for a long time, so she immediately put me to work, straightening up her room, putting her clothes away and licking her shoes clean. When she was done with her magazine, she pulled me up to her pussy and made me start licking. She was just getting into it when she heard a noise below her window. She looked down and immediately pulled down her skirt.
“Quick, get in the closet!”
She shoved me inside, but left it open a bit and I looked out to see what was happening. Through her window came Jake Sellers. I knew they had dated before, but I was surprised to see him here.
“Hey Brit, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop in.”
“Jake you can’t be here. My mom’s in the other room,” she whispered sharply.
“Relax, I’ll be quiet.”
“Jake, no, you have to leave.”
Those were the last words spoken, and he started kissing her and grabbing her breasts. She struggled for a second, then started melting to his advances. He pulled her shirt up, and she held her arms up to allow him. I had never seen Brittany in her bra before, and I started to get excited. I tried not to let it happen, here was a boy from school touching my angel in a way that I was never allowed, and I couldn’t stop watching.
He pushed her bra up roughly and his hands groped her tits. She gasped in pleasure. He took off his own shirt, and while he was, she greedily unbuckled his pants. He forced her head to his crotch and made her start sucking his cock. Her mouth wrapped around it, and it started sliding in and out of her mouth. She stopped several times to get her hair out of the way. The last time she paused for her hair, he started pushing her back on the bed, but she kept licking his cock like it was the tastiest popsicle she ever had. She didn’t want it out of her mouth.
He succeeded in laying her back on the bed, and pulled up her skirt.
“I see you were already waiting for me, weren’t you, you naughty slut.”
“Yes”
“You’re such a slut, the way you want my cock. You’re going to suck my cock all summer, aren’t you? You’re going to be my slut and wear whatever I tell you to wear. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Jake. I’ll be your slut all summer.”
“Tomorrow after baseball practice, I want you to stop by the locker room, I want you to wear that pink microskirt and some thigh highs, and I want you to get down on your knees, and I want you to suck my cock. Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Fuck me Jake. I’ll come by tomorrow, just fuck me now.”
He slid inside her and she breathed in deeply. His hand traveled over her round ass and down her leg. He started pumping away and began spreading her legs. She wanted to moan in ecstasy, but stifled her cries with the pillow. After a few minutes, he flipped her around on her knees and started fucking her doggy style. He back arched and she pushed back when he thrust so she could feel him deeper inside her. He grabbed her dangling breasts as he thrust. When he was ready to cum, he pushed her face into the pillow.
“Don’t cum inside me,” I heard her say desperately, but she was too late. He gave several long thrusts, holding his dick deep inside her in for several seconds. Her back arched more, and she grasped the sheets with clenched fists. Her mouth hung wide open on the pillow.
I was shocked at what I had seen, and was frozen in place during the whole event. After it was over, I realized my leg was falling asleep and moved it out from beneath me. As I did, I knocked over something in Brittany’s closet and made a noise.
“What was that?” Jake jumped up.
“Probably nothing, but you better get out of here.”
“Yeah, all right,” he put his shirt back on, “I’ll see you tomorrow – 3:00.”
“Bye Jake,” she mooned over him.
When it was safe to come out, I didn’t know what to say. I had so many feelings running through me. Brittany lazily pulled down her bra and shirt.
“Brittany?” was all I could muster.
She seemed serene and told me, “You may continue where you left off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you can still keep licking my pussy.”
“No way. Are you kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“I don’t know what you look like. I thought we had something special, and now I see you fucking that…that guy.”
She still hadn’t lost her serenity, and answered, “Oh Jake, he’s nothing - just something to amuse me over the summer.”
“You were sucking his dick. He called you his slut.”
Now the anger started building up inside of her.
“So what if he did? Who are you?”
“I thought I was…”
“What? My boyfriend?” she started laughing, “Well you’re not. You’re a boy in a dress. How are you going to be my boyfriend?”
Those words really stung, and I think she saw it in my face.
“But all those days we were together…”
“Look,” she tried to placate me, “we do have something – something special – but you can’t be my boyfriend. You will never be my boyfriend.”
“Never?” I felt my heart breaking.
“You’re…special. I love seeing you in dresses. That’s what I want from you. I always want to see you in dresses. Jake, he just satisfies a need, you’re my best girlfriend. Think about how much time we spend together doing each others’ hair, talking and hanging out. Jake will never have any of that. You’re getting the best part and you don’t even know it.”
Some sort of jealousy had built up inside of me and I had to let it out.
“I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”
“Well that’s not your decision now, is it?”
“I don’t care. I don’t want you seeing him or fucking him.”
“You’re just going to have to get used to it. What did you think I was going to do all summer, read magazines and think about you?”
“I don’t know, but I didn’t expect you’d be doing this. You’re not really going to do what he said tomorrow, are you?”
“Of course, it’ll be fun. Now start licking!” she shoved my head in her pussy, and I was forced to taste the sex I could never have. I felt degraded and tasted her as both a goddess and a common whore at the same time. She lay back and relaxed enjoying my services, but twice had some intense orgasms.
My little cock was ready to explode, but my heart was heavy.
What I started realizing was that she was – consciously or not – conditioning me to equate sexual release and sexual pleasure with different parts of her body and making her happy. I would see a naked girl in a movie, but it didn’t turn me on half as much as seeing Brittany walk down the hallway at school in her little pink socks.
I think she knew she had shaped my fascination, and sometimes when she’d invite me over to hang out with the girls, she’d take her shoes off and put her feet dangerously close to me on the couch. I’d look down at them and have to fight the urge to start kissing and caressing them in front of all the girls. She knew it was torture, and she’d give me a little smile and start watching the movie again.
That summer, it was decided that I would go the whole summer with only one orgasm. Living at home again with my mom, I was in the same routine again. I often was dressed as Audrey around my mother during the day, and we would go out on trips that she planned. She was so happy to have a daughter. At night, I was Chris, and the name just seemed weird now. For the past few years I was Audrey. There was no break, and now that I was expected to act like Chris, it seemed more like a role to play than who I actually was.
When it was halfway through the summer, my Mom and I went up to visit Miss Samantha and Brittany. My mom was aware of the reason for our visit, but she didn’t mention it thankfully. When we had lunch that afternoon Brittany asked my Mom if I was being good all summer, and also asked if I had any indiscretions. My mother seemed pleased at her interest in my behavior.
“Brittany, I’m so glad that Audrey has found a girl that is taking an interest in my little girl. You’re such a mature little lady.”
“Thank you Mrs. Manning. It’s like my aunt says, ‘She needs direction, and we’re going to lead her in that direction by her little winky.’”
They all thought this was funny and laughed.
“To answer your question, she’ been a complete sweetheart. We’ve gone to the beach, to the salon, the opera. She’s my best girlfriend.”
“Aw, that’s nice. I guess she’s been a good little girl then,” she looked at me and I blushed a little bit.
“Well we know you two probably want to do some catching up, so we’ll let you go run off and have fun. Meet us back at your mother’s place at 7:00 for dinner.”
“Okay Mrs. Manning. It was nice to see you again.”
We walked around downtown, and I told her how much I missed her and loved her. She seemed beautiful smiling with the summer sun behind her hair lighting it up like an angel. We ended up at the park, and she made me lick ice cream off of her toes as she dripped it on them. Having not had an orgasm in over six weeks, her toes taste made me feel close to her again.
During dinner with her mom the discussion turned to me again. They all agreed I would make someone a good wife one day. I started to get really annoyed at their constant teasing about this. Yes, I could probably be a good wife, but once I left the house I was going to be done with this nonsense for good. I was going to get a job and my own apartment. I wasn’t going to be a wife. I wanted to say this, but I knew my release would be very soon and I wasn’t about to mess that up, so I just smiled and played along.
After dinner Brittany took me to her room on the premise of showing me something from school. She knew my mom and her aunt would keep her mom busy for a long time, so she immediately put me to work, straightening up her room, putting her clothes away and licking her shoes clean. When she was done with her magazine, she pulled me up to her pussy and made me start licking. She was just getting into it when she heard a noise below her window. She looked down and immediately pulled down her skirt.
“Quick, get in the closet!”
She shoved me inside, but left it open a bit and I looked out to see what was happening. Through her window came Jake Sellers. I knew they had dated before, but I was surprised to see him here.
“Hey Brit, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop in.”
“Jake you can’t be here. My mom’s in the other room,” she whispered sharply.
“Relax, I’ll be quiet.”
“Jake, no, you have to leave.”
Those were the last words spoken, and he started kissing her and grabbing her breasts. She struggled for a second, then started melting to his advances. He pulled her shirt up, and she held her arms up to allow him. I had never seen Brittany in her bra before, and I started to get excited. I tried not to let it happen, here was a boy from school touching my angel in a way that I was never allowed, and I couldn’t stop watching.
He pushed her bra up roughly and his hands groped her tits. She gasped in pleasure. He took off his own shirt, and while he was, she greedily unbuckled his pants. He forced her head to his crotch and made her start sucking his cock. Her mouth wrapped around it, and it started sliding in and out of her mouth. She stopped several times to get her hair out of the way. The last time she paused for her hair, he started pushing her back on the bed, but she kept licking his cock like it was the tastiest popsicle she ever had. She didn’t want it out of her mouth.
He succeeded in laying her back on the bed, and pulled up her skirt.
“I see you were already waiting for me, weren’t you, you naughty slut.”
“Yes”
“You’re such a slut, the way you want my cock. You’re going to suck my cock all summer, aren’t you? You’re going to be my slut and wear whatever I tell you to wear. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Jake. I’ll be your slut all summer.”
“Tomorrow after baseball practice, I want you to stop by the locker room, I want you to wear that pink microskirt and some thigh highs, and I want you to get down on your knees, and I want you to suck my cock. Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Fuck me Jake. I’ll come by tomorrow, just fuck me now.”
He slid inside her and she breathed in deeply. His hand traveled over her round ass and down her leg. He started pumping away and began spreading her legs. She wanted to moan in ecstasy, but stifled her cries with the pillow. After a few minutes, he flipped her around on her knees and started fucking her doggy style. He back arched and she pushed back when he thrust so she could feel him deeper inside her. He grabbed her dangling breasts as he thrust. When he was ready to cum, he pushed her face into the pillow.
“Don’t cum inside me,” I heard her say desperately, but she was too late. He gave several long thrusts, holding his dick deep inside her in for several seconds. Her back arched more, and she grasped the sheets with clenched fists. Her mouth hung wide open on the pillow.
I was shocked at what I had seen, and was frozen in place during the whole event. After it was over, I realized my leg was falling asleep and moved it out from beneath me. As I did, I knocked over something in Brittany’s closet and made a noise.
“What was that?” Jake jumped up.
“Probably nothing, but you better get out of here.”
“Yeah, all right,” he put his shirt back on, “I’ll see you tomorrow – 3:00.”
“Bye Jake,” she mooned over him.
When it was safe to come out, I didn’t know what to say. I had so many feelings running through me. Brittany lazily pulled down her bra and shirt.
“Brittany?” was all I could muster.
She seemed serene and told me, “You may continue where you left off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you can still keep licking my pussy.”
“No way. Are you kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“I don’t know what you look like. I thought we had something special, and now I see you fucking that…that guy.”
She still hadn’t lost her serenity, and answered, “Oh Jake, he’s nothing - just something to amuse me over the summer.”
“You were sucking his dick. He called you his slut.”
Now the anger started building up inside of her.
“So what if he did? Who are you?”
“I thought I was…”
“What? My boyfriend?” she started laughing, “Well you’re not. You’re a boy in a dress. How are you going to be my boyfriend?”
Those words really stung, and I think she saw it in my face.
“But all those days we were together…”
“Look,” she tried to placate me, “we do have something – something special – but you can’t be my boyfriend. You will never be my boyfriend.”
“Never?” I felt my heart breaking.
“You’re…special. I love seeing you in dresses. That’s what I want from you. I always want to see you in dresses. Jake, he just satisfies a need, you’re my best girlfriend. Think about how much time we spend together doing each others’ hair, talking and hanging out. Jake will never have any of that. You’re getting the best part and you don’t even know it.”
Some sort of jealousy had built up inside of me and I had to let it out.
“I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”
“Well that’s not your decision now, is it?”
“I don’t care. I don’t want you seeing him or fucking him.”
“You’re just going to have to get used to it. What did you think I was going to do all summer, read magazines and think about you?”
“I don’t know, but I didn’t expect you’d be doing this. You’re not really going to do what he said tomorrow, are you?”
“Of course, it’ll be fun. Now start licking!” she shoved my head in her pussy, and I was forced to taste the sex I could never have. I felt degraded and tasted her as both a goddess and a common whore at the same time. She lay back and relaxed enjoying my services, but twice had some intense orgasms.
My little cock was ready to explode, but my heart was heavy.
Chapter 30: In the Locker Room
The next day I met Brittany over at her house. She waited for her mom to leave, then went into the back of her closet to retrieve her secret clothes. I watched as she transformed herself into a more promiscuous outfit. She put on the pink microskirt that Jake requested, a white halter that tied at the front and left her belly exposed, some white thigh-high stockings and some heels.
“How do I look?”
“I think I like you in your regular clothes.”
“You sound like my mom.”
Actually, she looked really hot, but the fact that she was going to wear this for Jake made me completely dislike the outfit.
“Here, let’s do you.”
She went through her closet and found some things. We were basically the same size, but the thing that fit the best was a little pink babydoll which was satin covered in chiffon and had some white lace on the edging. She put it over my head.
“Wow, that really makes you look like you have some hips.”
I looked in the mirror and agreed.
“It’s really short.”
“It’s supposed to be.”
“It barely goes past my panties.”
“That’s the point,” she said smiling.
She gave me some lace top stockings and a garter belt. I had never used one before. She tried to explain how it worked, but I defensively said, “I know how it goes.”
Miss Samantha had taught me well.
“Sorry,” she held up her hands in jest, and helped me secure the garters in the back.
I had to keep the shoes I was wearing. I was a size and a half bigger than Brittany. They were black patent leather, so they looked okay with the outfit.
The finishing touch was my makeup. She darkened my eyeshadow and made me put on some bright red lipstick. At the last minute, she put my hair in pigtails and added some long, pink ribbons to them. I looked in the mirror and saw that I didn’t look like a good girl anymore.
“What do you think?” she asked looking proudly at her handiwork.
“This is a new look for me,” I giggled.
“You look beautiful. Come on, let’s go,” she pulled my arm.
“What do you mean?” I said alarmed.
“You didn’t think I was going alone?”
“I’m not going out like this.”
“Quit being such a baby.”
She pulled me out the door, and I felt so many eyes on me as we walked down the street - hungry eyes from all kinds of men. I had felt that stare before, but it was usually curious and nice. When they saw me look back, they would just smile and turn away. Today, though, there were long lustful stares. I grabbed my little purse with both hands. Brittany noticed.
“Don’t you just feel sexy? Look at all the attention we’re getting.”
“I don’t know if I want that type of attention.”
“You have every guy in this town stopping and looking as you go by, don’t you feel the thrill of that?”
“No. I’d rather not be stared at to tell you the truth.”
“Quit being such a prude and enjoy life. You only get so much youth, and then it’s gone. Then no one pays attention to you anymore. That’s when you really feel bad.”
“How come I feel bad right now then?”
I had a knot in my stomach.
“Quit being such a baby.”
We arrived at the baseball field. Most of the boys were leaving and walked away with gloves and bats over their shoulder. We got a lot of sideways glances and even a few whistles and comments. I don’t know what Brittany had gotten me into, but I was glad she was near me now. Brittany saw one of Jake’s friends and asked where he was. She flirted with him as she talked. Another one of his friends tried talking to me.
“What’s your name?”
“Audrey,” I was shy and didn’t make eye contact. I didn’t want to talk at all.
I guess his feelings were hurt that I wasn’t paying him any attention and staring off into the distance. He decided to leave and said, “Whatever.”
“Jake’s in the shower. He’s always the last one out. I’ll go tell him you’re here,” he looked back at her like a puppy.
After a few minutes, Jake popped out and motioned her to come into the locker room.
“Come on,”
“I’m not going in there.”
“So you’re going to stay out here all by yourself?”
She was right, it might be better inside where it was safe, even if I had to watch them all over again. I followed her in.
“Who’s this?” asked Jake curiously looking me up and down.
“This is my cousin Audrey.”
“Pleased to meet you Audrey. I’d like to get to know you more, but I have something I want to show Brittany.”
The two disappeared to a corner of the room. I peeked around the corner to see Brittany dropping to her knees and Jakes dick was sliding in and out of her mouth. I didn’t want to watch anymore, so I sat on the bench and pulled out my compact and re-did my lipstick.
“What you doing in here little lady?”
I looked up to see there was somebody still in here with all of us. He was a high school boy, but I didn’t know his name.
“Oh, hi. I’m just waiting on my cousin.”
He peeked around the corner and looked back at me.
“So why don’t you help me out like your little friend is doing over there?”
His eyes were intent and I had never been so scared in my life.
“Sorry, I’m not that type of girl.”
“That’s what they all say, but I know you didn’t wear that little whore outfit down here just to wait on your cousin.”
“I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to get going.”
He grabbed me by the wrist and looked me dead in the eyes. His voice was low and clear.
“I’m not asking you.”
“Let me go!”
I struggled to get free, and I felt a slap across my face. I was stunned and looked at his face. He slapped me again.
“Get down on your knees.”
I struggled more, but his hand was like a vice. He slapped me twice more and squeezed my wrist forcing me to my knees.
“Now get to work.”
I couldn’t do it and felt another round of slaps, and his pressure on my wrist increased as he twisted. I didn’t know what to do, my head was spinning, and I thought he was going to break my wrist. Against all instinct, I found myself reaching for his belt the way I had seen Brittany do it the night before. I pulled out his cock, and it sprung to life. I stared at it for a few seconds.
“What’s the matter, never seen a cock before?”
I shook my head “no” and he seemed to relish that as he smiled.
“Put it in your mouth,” finally giving in, my mouth approached his cock and my lips wrapped around it.
His pressure lessened on my wrist, and he grabbed my head and thrust his cock inside my mouth gagging me. I took a break, and licked it up and down like I saw Brittany doing. He pushed it inside my mouth again and started thrusting.
“Hey hey, no teeth!”
I did the best I could and soon I felt his body go tense. I felt something squirt in my mouth, and then he pulled out his cock shooting his cum all over my face and dress. I just knelt there stunned and felt violated.
“Thanks babe,” he said after a minute regaining his composure as if nothing happened, “See you later,” he gave me two light pats on the cheek.
I felt so violated and shaken. I just stayed in that position for a few seconds as he left. I looked up to see Brittany looking at me from around the corner.
“Well well,” she looked at me slyly with her arms crossed.
Everything all seemed to come together at that moment and I started bawling. Jake came around the corner as Brittany put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me. He looked at the scene and decided he didn’t want to get involved.
“I’ll see you tonight Brit.”
“Bye Jake.”
She tried to comfort me as she knew I was feeling bad.
“Shhhh, come on honey, it’s okay. That’s just part of being a girl. Guys can be jerks sometime.”
“But I didn’t want to do it. He made me do it.”
“He made you?”
“He hit me.”
“He hit you!?”
“And then he forced me to…you know.”
“Shhhh, here, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Like a good friend, she took a tissue out of her bag and wiped my face.
“Come on, quit crying. It’s over with now. Listen to me,” she made me look in her eyes, “That guy’s a jerk. You know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. We’ll get him back, okay?”
That at least sounded hopeful. My sobs started to cease and I said, “Okay.” Brittany was a good friend.
“Fix your makeup and let’s get out of here.”
“How do I look?”
“I think I like you in your regular clothes.”
“You sound like my mom.”
Actually, she looked really hot, but the fact that she was going to wear this for Jake made me completely dislike the outfit.
“Here, let’s do you.”
She went through her closet and found some things. We were basically the same size, but the thing that fit the best was a little pink babydoll which was satin covered in chiffon and had some white lace on the edging. She put it over my head.
“Wow, that really makes you look like you have some hips.”
I looked in the mirror and agreed.
“It’s really short.”
“It’s supposed to be.”
“It barely goes past my panties.”
“That’s the point,” she said smiling.
She gave me some lace top stockings and a garter belt. I had never used one before. She tried to explain how it worked, but I defensively said, “I know how it goes.”
Miss Samantha had taught me well.
“Sorry,” she held up her hands in jest, and helped me secure the garters in the back.
I had to keep the shoes I was wearing. I was a size and a half bigger than Brittany. They were black patent leather, so they looked okay with the outfit.
The finishing touch was my makeup. She darkened my eyeshadow and made me put on some bright red lipstick. At the last minute, she put my hair in pigtails and added some long, pink ribbons to them. I looked in the mirror and saw that I didn’t look like a good girl anymore.
“What do you think?” she asked looking proudly at her handiwork.
“This is a new look for me,” I giggled.
“You look beautiful. Come on, let’s go,” she pulled my arm.
“What do you mean?” I said alarmed.
“You didn’t think I was going alone?”
“I’m not going out like this.”
“Quit being such a baby.”
She pulled me out the door, and I felt so many eyes on me as we walked down the street - hungry eyes from all kinds of men. I had felt that stare before, but it was usually curious and nice. When they saw me look back, they would just smile and turn away. Today, though, there were long lustful stares. I grabbed my little purse with both hands. Brittany noticed.
“Don’t you just feel sexy? Look at all the attention we’re getting.”
“I don’t know if I want that type of attention.”
“You have every guy in this town stopping and looking as you go by, don’t you feel the thrill of that?”
“No. I’d rather not be stared at to tell you the truth.”
“Quit being such a prude and enjoy life. You only get so much youth, and then it’s gone. Then no one pays attention to you anymore. That’s when you really feel bad.”
“How come I feel bad right now then?”
I had a knot in my stomach.
“Quit being such a baby.”
We arrived at the baseball field. Most of the boys were leaving and walked away with gloves and bats over their shoulder. We got a lot of sideways glances and even a few whistles and comments. I don’t know what Brittany had gotten me into, but I was glad she was near me now. Brittany saw one of Jake’s friends and asked where he was. She flirted with him as she talked. Another one of his friends tried talking to me.
“What’s your name?”
“Audrey,” I was shy and didn’t make eye contact. I didn’t want to talk at all.
I guess his feelings were hurt that I wasn’t paying him any attention and staring off into the distance. He decided to leave and said, “Whatever.”
“Jake’s in the shower. He’s always the last one out. I’ll go tell him you’re here,” he looked back at her like a puppy.
After a few minutes, Jake popped out and motioned her to come into the locker room.
“Come on,”
“I’m not going in there.”
“So you’re going to stay out here all by yourself?”
She was right, it might be better inside where it was safe, even if I had to watch them all over again. I followed her in.
“Who’s this?” asked Jake curiously looking me up and down.
“This is my cousin Audrey.”
“Pleased to meet you Audrey. I’d like to get to know you more, but I have something I want to show Brittany.”
The two disappeared to a corner of the room. I peeked around the corner to see Brittany dropping to her knees and Jakes dick was sliding in and out of her mouth. I didn’t want to watch anymore, so I sat on the bench and pulled out my compact and re-did my lipstick.
“What you doing in here little lady?”
I looked up to see there was somebody still in here with all of us. He was a high school boy, but I didn’t know his name.
“Oh, hi. I’m just waiting on my cousin.”
He peeked around the corner and looked back at me.
“So why don’t you help me out like your little friend is doing over there?”
His eyes were intent and I had never been so scared in my life.
“Sorry, I’m not that type of girl.”
“That’s what they all say, but I know you didn’t wear that little whore outfit down here just to wait on your cousin.”
“I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to get going.”
He grabbed me by the wrist and looked me dead in the eyes. His voice was low and clear.
“I’m not asking you.”
“Let me go!”
I struggled to get free, and I felt a slap across my face. I was stunned and looked at his face. He slapped me again.
“Get down on your knees.”
I struggled more, but his hand was like a vice. He slapped me twice more and squeezed my wrist forcing me to my knees.
“Now get to work.”
I couldn’t do it and felt another round of slaps, and his pressure on my wrist increased as he twisted. I didn’t know what to do, my head was spinning, and I thought he was going to break my wrist. Against all instinct, I found myself reaching for his belt the way I had seen Brittany do it the night before. I pulled out his cock, and it sprung to life. I stared at it for a few seconds.
“What’s the matter, never seen a cock before?”
I shook my head “no” and he seemed to relish that as he smiled.
“Put it in your mouth,” finally giving in, my mouth approached his cock and my lips wrapped around it.
His pressure lessened on my wrist, and he grabbed my head and thrust his cock inside my mouth gagging me. I took a break, and licked it up and down like I saw Brittany doing. He pushed it inside my mouth again and started thrusting.
“Hey hey, no teeth!”
I did the best I could and soon I felt his body go tense. I felt something squirt in my mouth, and then he pulled out his cock shooting his cum all over my face and dress. I just knelt there stunned and felt violated.
“Thanks babe,” he said after a minute regaining his composure as if nothing happened, “See you later,” he gave me two light pats on the cheek.
I felt so violated and shaken. I just stayed in that position for a few seconds as he left. I looked up to see Brittany looking at me from around the corner.
“Well well,” she looked at me slyly with her arms crossed.
Everything all seemed to come together at that moment and I started bawling. Jake came around the corner as Brittany put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me. He looked at the scene and decided he didn’t want to get involved.
“I’ll see you tonight Brit.”
“Bye Jake.”
She tried to comfort me as she knew I was feeling bad.
“Shhhh, come on honey, it’s okay. That’s just part of being a girl. Guys can be jerks sometime.”
“But I didn’t want to do it. He made me do it.”
“He made you?”
“He hit me.”
“He hit you!?”
“And then he forced me to…you know.”
“Shhhh, here, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Like a good friend, she took a tissue out of her bag and wiped my face.
“Come on, quit crying. It’s over with now. Listen to me,” she made me look in her eyes, “That guy’s a jerk. You know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. We’ll get him back, okay?”
That at least sounded hopeful. My sobs started to cease and I said, “Okay.” Brittany was a good friend.
“Fix your makeup and let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 31: The Long Walk Home
We made the long, shameful walk home. We had lost our glow, and I think people could tell. I didn’t walk with confidence; I walked like I had been through an exhausting experience. I had a lot to process, but Brittany kept trying to talk.
“I don’t want to bring up bad memories, but was there anything you liked about it at all?”
“No! It was horrible. I can’t believe you did this to me.”
“Did this to you? I didn’t do anything to you.”
“So you dressed me up and brought me down there for nothing?”
“I thought you would want to be with me, and experience what it was like to be a real girl and get dressed up instead of being so Little-Miss-Perfect so much. I didn’t think you were going to be giving blow jobs in the locker room.”
“Quit saying that!”
“Well you need to quit being so uptight,” she poked me on my side making me giggle, “Come on, you can tell me…did you like it at all?”
“No!”
“Come on, you can be honest with me.”
“That was the worst thing that’s ever been done in my entire life.”
“That’s what all girls say at first, but then they can’t get that taste for cock out of their mouth.”
“Eww Brittany, you’re going to make me puke.”
“I’ll admit it. I get the taste all the time. I love a good cock in my mouth, that’s why I keep Jake around. He’s good for that – not much else – but that’s a good thing.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Pretty strong words coming from you, you little slut,” she said mockingly, “I bet you’ll get the taste sooner or later,” she grabbed my shoulder and gave a squeeze, “My little girl’s becoming a woman.”
I felt silly, but I was enjoying my moment with my friend. I guess we were best girlfriends. I’m glad she had taken my mind off of my problems. I held her hand and she looked down at it and smiled.
As that problem was ebbing away, a new one met us as we walked back to her house.
“Damn it!”
“What?”
“That’s my mom’s car.”
“We can’t go in looking like this.”
“Okay, let me think. We can’t climb up to my window in this…We’ll have to sneak around through the basement.”
We went around back and quietly opened the door only to hear, “Brittany is that you?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Come here for a second.”
“In a second Mom,” and to me she whispered, “Damn it, there are no clothes down here.”
He mom’s face looked down the stairs directly at us.
“No, right now.”
“Okay, in a second.”
“Brittany Marie, right now, and bring your little friend with you.”
We slowly trudged up the stairs to meet our fate. Standing in the kitchen were her mom, my mom, and Miss Samantha.
“Just where have you two girls been?”
“We just went for a walk to the park.”
“Dressed like that?”
“We were just playing dress up…”
“Young lady, you’re not fooling anybody. Look at you. You look like a couple of whores, and Audrey, I’m surprised at you too.”
They looked me over. My makeup was garish and smudged. I had cum in my hair and on the front of my dress, and probably smelt of sex. My stockings were ripped at the knees.
“Just what have you girls been up to?”
“Nothing mom.”
“You tell me the truth or Audrey’s going home right now!”
“Okay, we snuck out to meet a couple of boys.”
“Dressed like that?”
My mom gasped, “Audrey!?”
“Mom, don’t be such a prude,” Brittany casually explained, “All the girls dress like this.”
“Not in my house.”
“Mom,” she started to get a little upset, “No guy is going to look at me if I’m dressed like a nun.”
“Well the right ones will. All you’ll attract with those clothes is the wrong sort of attention.”
“Mom, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re in my house, you’ll live by my rules. When you move out, you can dress any way you like.”
“Fine. I can’t wait to get out of here!” she stomped off to her room.
“And take those dresses off and give them to me. They’re going right into the dumpster.”
We took showers and put on our nice dresses. I was happy to be a nice girl again, but Brittany was smoldering.
“Stupid Mom, I hate her!”
I knew tonight was going to be my release night, so I didn’t want to anger her more. I just agreed with her.
Brittany was grounded because she snuck out dressed the way she was, but she was allowed to come over to her aunt’s for my last night in town. I was happy for that, and couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, so I could hear the words, “Okay your two go run off and play.”
“But no funny business, we’ve got our eyes on you!” her mother called after us.
“They’ll be fine,” Miss Samantha assured her sister, “Audrey’s harmless. You know…”
“Okay…I guess you’re right. You girls have fun.”
We went to my room and lay on the bed. We talked about makeup and I played with her hair just like old times, and then we kissed a little like we used to. I don’t know why she was kissing me again, but it felt nice and I didn’t question it. She felt so soft next to me, and her hand caressed me so caringly. After a few minutes kissing, she looked me in the eyes and told me her newest idea.
“I have a surprise for you. Want to see it?”
I was excited.
“Of course!”
From out of her purse, she pulled a red dildo.
“What’s that?”
“You know what it is.”
“I mean, why did you bring it?”
“I wanted you to practice.”
“No way. You’ve gotten me in enough trouble today. And besides, I told you I don’t like that.”
“You want your release, right?
“Yes”
“This is your chance right here, if you don’t play along, it’s going to be a long six weeks before you see me again. So it’s up to you. Do you want to please me or not?”
Resigned I pouted, “What do I have to do?”
“This is my dildo,” she lovingly stroked it up and down with her two fingers, “I‘ve had it for about year now. I use it to – you know – practice.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I want to see you practice, just like I do, just like a girl would.”
“No way. Today was horrible. I don’t want to think about that ever again – ever!”
“Relax, I don’t want you to do that with guys, I want you to do it with me.”
That seemed a little better.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to pretend like you’re lying in bed. Go ahead, lie back. Now I want you to start kissing it,” she held it over my face. It just hovered there, bright red and stiff.
“Brittany…”
“Go ahead, kiss it. Just one little kiss.”
For her I tried it. It seemed weird and very wrong, but I gave it one little kiss.
“Now lick it just a little bit on the tip. Let your tongue go around it in circles. Now lick it up and down the shaft. Now here, take it in your hand and rub it on your face. Feel it hard against your face. Trail it down your chest and rub it on your nipples. Go ahead, stick it under your bra and twirl it around. Now bring it back up to your face and start sucking it, hold it in there, see how deep you can go. That’s yours now. I want you to practice that every night.”
“Brittany…”
“Quit complaining, now come over here and get on your knees,” I got down before her, “Lift up my dress.”
I gladly complied and to my surprise, she was wearing a dildo beneath her dress attached by some sort of harness.
“You know what to do. Get started.”
I looked up at her questioningly and followed each one of her instructions. She, then, lay back on the bed and showed me how to lick it that way. Up and down.
There was a slit that allowed me to lick her pussy and she was as hot as ever, pulling my head into her pussy. When she was done, it was my turn. She unlocked me and had me suck her strapon in my satin panties. I didn’t like what she was doing, but I was helpless to fight my primal urge to cum. She jammed it in there and kept saying things like, “Suck it slut!”
After six weeks, I couldn’t help myself. I was rubbing myself in the panties and sucking on her red dildo. To my shame, I felt the most delightful release in that moment. As I gathered my senses in the aftermath of my passion, I felt bad - not only about tonight, but the events earlier that day. My head had cleared and I thought about what I had done. The craziness of the hormones had passed, and I felt like a normal person again – a person who didn’t want to do those things. As I lay there thinking, I felt her hands reattaching my chastity tube. Click.
“We’ll have to do this again when you come back in the fall. Don’t forget to practice each night. I’ll be checking on you.”
“What was happening to my life?” I thought, “Where did I lose control?”
I thought about this long and hard on the drive home, with my new red dildo in my purse, which I held conspicuously close to me, afraid my mom would see.
“I don’t want to bring up bad memories, but was there anything you liked about it at all?”
“No! It was horrible. I can’t believe you did this to me.”
“Did this to you? I didn’t do anything to you.”
“So you dressed me up and brought me down there for nothing?”
“I thought you would want to be with me, and experience what it was like to be a real girl and get dressed up instead of being so Little-Miss-Perfect so much. I didn’t think you were going to be giving blow jobs in the locker room.”
“Quit saying that!”
“Well you need to quit being so uptight,” she poked me on my side making me giggle, “Come on, you can tell me…did you like it at all?”
“No!”
“Come on, you can be honest with me.”
“That was the worst thing that’s ever been done in my entire life.”
“That’s what all girls say at first, but then they can’t get that taste for cock out of their mouth.”
“Eww Brittany, you’re going to make me puke.”
“I’ll admit it. I get the taste all the time. I love a good cock in my mouth, that’s why I keep Jake around. He’s good for that – not much else – but that’s a good thing.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Pretty strong words coming from you, you little slut,” she said mockingly, “I bet you’ll get the taste sooner or later,” she grabbed my shoulder and gave a squeeze, “My little girl’s becoming a woman.”
I felt silly, but I was enjoying my moment with my friend. I guess we were best girlfriends. I’m glad she had taken my mind off of my problems. I held her hand and she looked down at it and smiled.
As that problem was ebbing away, a new one met us as we walked back to her house.
“Damn it!”
“What?”
“That’s my mom’s car.”
“We can’t go in looking like this.”
“Okay, let me think. We can’t climb up to my window in this…We’ll have to sneak around through the basement.”
We went around back and quietly opened the door only to hear, “Brittany is that you?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Come here for a second.”
“In a second Mom,” and to me she whispered, “Damn it, there are no clothes down here.”
He mom’s face looked down the stairs directly at us.
“No, right now.”
“Okay, in a second.”
“Brittany Marie, right now, and bring your little friend with you.”
We slowly trudged up the stairs to meet our fate. Standing in the kitchen were her mom, my mom, and Miss Samantha.
“Just where have you two girls been?”
“We just went for a walk to the park.”
“Dressed like that?”
“We were just playing dress up…”
“Young lady, you’re not fooling anybody. Look at you. You look like a couple of whores, and Audrey, I’m surprised at you too.”
They looked me over. My makeup was garish and smudged. I had cum in my hair and on the front of my dress, and probably smelt of sex. My stockings were ripped at the knees.
“Just what have you girls been up to?”
“Nothing mom.”
“You tell me the truth or Audrey’s going home right now!”
“Okay, we snuck out to meet a couple of boys.”
“Dressed like that?”
My mom gasped, “Audrey!?”
“Mom, don’t be such a prude,” Brittany casually explained, “All the girls dress like this.”
“Not in my house.”
“Mom,” she started to get a little upset, “No guy is going to look at me if I’m dressed like a nun.”
“Well the right ones will. All you’ll attract with those clothes is the wrong sort of attention.”
“Mom, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re in my house, you’ll live by my rules. When you move out, you can dress any way you like.”
“Fine. I can’t wait to get out of here!” she stomped off to her room.
“And take those dresses off and give them to me. They’re going right into the dumpster.”
We took showers and put on our nice dresses. I was happy to be a nice girl again, but Brittany was smoldering.
“Stupid Mom, I hate her!”
I knew tonight was going to be my release night, so I didn’t want to anger her more. I just agreed with her.
Brittany was grounded because she snuck out dressed the way she was, but she was allowed to come over to her aunt’s for my last night in town. I was happy for that, and couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, so I could hear the words, “Okay your two go run off and play.”
“But no funny business, we’ve got our eyes on you!” her mother called after us.
“They’ll be fine,” Miss Samantha assured her sister, “Audrey’s harmless. You know…”
“Okay…I guess you’re right. You girls have fun.”
We went to my room and lay on the bed. We talked about makeup and I played with her hair just like old times, and then we kissed a little like we used to. I don’t know why she was kissing me again, but it felt nice and I didn’t question it. She felt so soft next to me, and her hand caressed me so caringly. After a few minutes kissing, she looked me in the eyes and told me her newest idea.
“I have a surprise for you. Want to see it?”
I was excited.
“Of course!”
From out of her purse, she pulled a red dildo.
“What’s that?”
“You know what it is.”
“I mean, why did you bring it?”
“I wanted you to practice.”
“No way. You’ve gotten me in enough trouble today. And besides, I told you I don’t like that.”
“You want your release, right?
“Yes”
“This is your chance right here, if you don’t play along, it’s going to be a long six weeks before you see me again. So it’s up to you. Do you want to please me or not?”
Resigned I pouted, “What do I have to do?”
“This is my dildo,” she lovingly stroked it up and down with her two fingers, “I‘ve had it for about year now. I use it to – you know – practice.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I want to see you practice, just like I do, just like a girl would.”
“No way. Today was horrible. I don’t want to think about that ever again – ever!”
“Relax, I don’t want you to do that with guys, I want you to do it with me.”
That seemed a little better.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to pretend like you’re lying in bed. Go ahead, lie back. Now I want you to start kissing it,” she held it over my face. It just hovered there, bright red and stiff.
“Brittany…”
“Go ahead, kiss it. Just one little kiss.”
For her I tried it. It seemed weird and very wrong, but I gave it one little kiss.
“Now lick it just a little bit on the tip. Let your tongue go around it in circles. Now lick it up and down the shaft. Now here, take it in your hand and rub it on your face. Feel it hard against your face. Trail it down your chest and rub it on your nipples. Go ahead, stick it under your bra and twirl it around. Now bring it back up to your face and start sucking it, hold it in there, see how deep you can go. That’s yours now. I want you to practice that every night.”
“Brittany…”
“Quit complaining, now come over here and get on your knees,” I got down before her, “Lift up my dress.”
I gladly complied and to my surprise, she was wearing a dildo beneath her dress attached by some sort of harness.
“You know what to do. Get started.”
I looked up at her questioningly and followed each one of her instructions. She, then, lay back on the bed and showed me how to lick it that way. Up and down.
There was a slit that allowed me to lick her pussy and she was as hot as ever, pulling my head into her pussy. When she was done, it was my turn. She unlocked me and had me suck her strapon in my satin panties. I didn’t like what she was doing, but I was helpless to fight my primal urge to cum. She jammed it in there and kept saying things like, “Suck it slut!”
After six weeks, I couldn’t help myself. I was rubbing myself in the panties and sucking on her red dildo. To my shame, I felt the most delightful release in that moment. As I gathered my senses in the aftermath of my passion, I felt bad - not only about tonight, but the events earlier that day. My head had cleared and I thought about what I had done. The craziness of the hormones had passed, and I felt like a normal person again – a person who didn’t want to do those things. As I lay there thinking, I felt her hands reattaching my chastity tube. Click.
“We’ll have to do this again when you come back in the fall. Don’t forget to practice each night. I’ll be checking on you.”
“What was happening to my life?” I thought, “Where did I lose control?”
I thought about this long and hard on the drive home, with my new red dildo in my purse, which I held conspicuously close to me, afraid my mom would see.
Chapter 32: The High School Years
High school was the worst time. Everyone’s hormones were going wild, including mine. Whether parents knew it or not, every event after school was somehow geared toward kids having sex or experimenting with relationships. That made me very hesitant to attend any party or get drunk, like most of the other kids were doing. People sort of thought I was a loser, because I shunned a lot of the social gatherings or was very hesitant at the ones I did attend. It’s not that I didn’t want to be around my peers, it’s just that I could think of a lot better things to do with my time than fighting off drunken 15 year olds trying to get a blow job from me, or listening to their bullshit all night long.
After a while, most people really stopped paying attention whether I went out or not, which was fine with me. I just tried to blend in, and I did a good job of that. So many kids at my school were so caught up in themselves, trying to be popular, that they didn’t really have time to worry about what I was doing. I had a reputation as a good girl, who rarely went out, and people just accepted that now. They just stopped asking if I was going to the latest party.
Although they didn’t pay too much attention to me, they were still curious as to why I was so good. I was definitely modest. I didn’t date, didn’t have sex, didn’t want to undress at the pool, and didn’t have to take gym like everyone else.
There was a rumor that went around for a while saying that I gave five boys blow jobs in the locker room when I was in middle school, but no one really believed it. It just seemed like something so far-fetched considering my personality. Luckily, no one dug any further than that. If only they knew that every day I was giving blow jobs to Brittany every day, their heads would have exploded.
Brittany and I saw each other mainly after school now. We continued on playing her little game. She was the social butterfly and flirt at school, and I was a nobody, but in the safety of her room, our facades were dropped and she wore a strapon and I was her sissy slave. She loved using her strapon on me, and started experimenting using it on my ass. I didn’t like or want that at all, but she kept me in chastity for up to two months at a time now, and I was willing to do anything she said. I did not think with a rational mind when it came to pleasing Brittany, and I always gave into her will now so I could earn my release.
The four years of high school went by quickly. I used a lot of my time to study, so people thought I was a nerd. While they were out drinking and having sex, I was completing homework assignments and polishing my nails. People could not fathom the reason why, and that’s why Brittany drug me along to events every now and then. I really didn’t like it, nor did I get along with her friends, but I did it to please her. She seemed to always get me in sticky situations with drunken boys who were only out for one thing. It made me mad, because she knew how my whole life could come unraveled with just one well-placed grope.
The boys Brittany hung around definitely liked to grope. Knowing this, I often kept to safe areas near a lot of people, but one time at the lake, when everyone else had snuck off to their own private quarters, I was left alone with the last boy. He glared at me with a lustful longing, and in his drunken state would not accept my pleas to stop. I had to finally use my sucking skills to get out of him lifting up my dress and discovering my secrets. He bragged for days after that, about getting some from Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes, and I was mad at Brittany for weeks afterward.
As much as people liked Brittany, they couldn’t see why she hung around me so much. She was popular and I wasn’t. Things almost came to a head one time at one of her parties. Brittany and I got caught kissing in the bathroom at a party when she failed to lock the door. Her friend just stood there staring in disbelief. I looked guilty, but Brittany just played it off as tutoring me on how to kiss a man. Since she was so popular, and she slept with a lot of boys, no one really talked too badly about her regarding that incident. In fact, I think it made people more curious about her, and helped to increase her reputation. I think people had their suspicions about me after that night though. It all seemed to make sense why I didn’t date boys. If that’s what they thought, it was fine with me, if that meant they’d leave me alone - which a lot of people did. I’d rather they thought I was a lesbian, than have to suck dick to prove otherwise.
Since I really couldn’t hang around Brittany and her friends socially, I had to find my own friends. I had two girlfriends who I hung out with for the most part. They didn’t care about the rumors or they type of girls who spread them. My best friend was an Indian girl named Sitha. Her parents were very strict, and she wasn’t allowed to do very much outside of family situations, which made her a good match for me. She had beautiful dark hair and almond eyes that made you just want to melt into them.
The other girl was a girl I knew from my advanced math class. I ended up bringing her into our group because she had a deeply wry sense of humor about the world that most people our age could not understand. Her name was Mary and she was super smart, but she didn’t care about her hair, complexion or clothes. I tried to help her with this a few times, but she was not interested in facial scrubs and nail polish. She was really fun to be around though, and I was saddened at times that most people judged her by her looks and didn’t go any deeper than that, because there was so much that was beneath the surface with this girl.
The three of us did a lot of things with “just us girls,” like going to the movies or making brownies and having pajama parties at Sitha’s house. Her parents were warm and welcoming, and although we were considered dorks because we were laughing in our jammies and eating brownies, I was more than happy with our situation. They were my best friends.
One night when I was at Sitha’s house, it was just the two of us. Mary had a science experiment she wanted to complete, so we were watching a really bad movie and laying on the couch. To my surprise Sitha looked at a scene in the movie and suggested that we could practice kissing – on each other! I was shocked, but happy to oblige, and was delighted to be kissing this shy, sweet girl. I’ll always remember when she pulled her hair behind her ear and looked up at me shyly. We kissed softly for a while and it felt good. There were a few more incidents like that over the next few months, but I didn’t want it to progress past that point anyway for fear of her reaching up my dress in the heat of passion. I think she felt a little embarrassed each time it happened, especially given her upbringing, and it never went any further than that, although she would often give me glances that made me think she would be willing to go as far as I would take it.
Of course I still spent a lot my leisure time with Miss Samantha too. She had finished with her lessons a long time ago, so we were more just like friends. I even had to keep her up on fashion trends sometimes now! I was obedient and polite with her, and had long gotten used to dutifully fulfilling my chores and being the good girl that she trained me to be. Instead of all the painful lessons, like the ones I experienced in prior years, she liked to take me to different cultural events and expand my horizons. I think she wanted to round me out with the last days we would be spending together. Those were really her last lessons, and I kind of felt sad knowing that our time was coming to a close.
Graduation came fast. The graduation ceremony was the trickiest thing to deal with because my father wanted to attend. I obviously couldn’t walk across the stage as a boy in front of my classmates, and I couldn’t show up as a girl with my father present. My mom had devised a plan to get him to the ceremony late, and my father missed the part where so we were to meet up before and take pictures. Miss Samantha dressed me up and did my hair in curls. I think I looked pretty, and I was surprised at the look she gave me when I put my robe on, like I was her own daughter. It really held a place in my heart.
I went to the ceremony and walked across the stage and accepted my diploma as Audrey Manning. Afterward, Miss Samantha rushed me back to the house to change into Chris for my party. My father, frustrated with my mother’s stalling, finally met us at Miss Samantha’s house. He was happy to finally see his boy in his gown, but he kept commenting how he didn’t see me at the ceremony.
“Honey, I saw him,” said my mom, “You just need to look next time.”
“You couldn’t have missed him in his suit and tie. He looked so handsome,” added Miss Samantha.
“All I saw was some girl named Angie Manning, or something like that.”
“Oh they screwed up. It was supposed to be Angie…Manilow, and Chris Manning, but they said Angie Manning. I was right after her.”
“Oh, that makes sense…I guess. That Angie Manilow was a looker. Hey, let me see your diploma to make sure they got it right.”
My heart started beating fast. How would I explain the name Audrey Manning on my diploma? He stood there smiling with outstretched hand, and I opened it up to show him. To my surprise it had my real birth name on there. Miss Samantha had taken care of that for me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and my father looked at it with pride.
After a while, most people really stopped paying attention whether I went out or not, which was fine with me. I just tried to blend in, and I did a good job of that. So many kids at my school were so caught up in themselves, trying to be popular, that they didn’t really have time to worry about what I was doing. I had a reputation as a good girl, who rarely went out, and people just accepted that now. They just stopped asking if I was going to the latest party.
Although they didn’t pay too much attention to me, they were still curious as to why I was so good. I was definitely modest. I didn’t date, didn’t have sex, didn’t want to undress at the pool, and didn’t have to take gym like everyone else.
There was a rumor that went around for a while saying that I gave five boys blow jobs in the locker room when I was in middle school, but no one really believed it. It just seemed like something so far-fetched considering my personality. Luckily, no one dug any further than that. If only they knew that every day I was giving blow jobs to Brittany every day, their heads would have exploded.
Brittany and I saw each other mainly after school now. We continued on playing her little game. She was the social butterfly and flirt at school, and I was a nobody, but in the safety of her room, our facades were dropped and she wore a strapon and I was her sissy slave. She loved using her strapon on me, and started experimenting using it on my ass. I didn’t like or want that at all, but she kept me in chastity for up to two months at a time now, and I was willing to do anything she said. I did not think with a rational mind when it came to pleasing Brittany, and I always gave into her will now so I could earn my release.
The four years of high school went by quickly. I used a lot of my time to study, so people thought I was a nerd. While they were out drinking and having sex, I was completing homework assignments and polishing my nails. People could not fathom the reason why, and that’s why Brittany drug me along to events every now and then. I really didn’t like it, nor did I get along with her friends, but I did it to please her. She seemed to always get me in sticky situations with drunken boys who were only out for one thing. It made me mad, because she knew how my whole life could come unraveled with just one well-placed grope.
The boys Brittany hung around definitely liked to grope. Knowing this, I often kept to safe areas near a lot of people, but one time at the lake, when everyone else had snuck off to their own private quarters, I was left alone with the last boy. He glared at me with a lustful longing, and in his drunken state would not accept my pleas to stop. I had to finally use my sucking skills to get out of him lifting up my dress and discovering my secrets. He bragged for days after that, about getting some from Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes, and I was mad at Brittany for weeks afterward.
As much as people liked Brittany, they couldn’t see why she hung around me so much. She was popular and I wasn’t. Things almost came to a head one time at one of her parties. Brittany and I got caught kissing in the bathroom at a party when she failed to lock the door. Her friend just stood there staring in disbelief. I looked guilty, but Brittany just played it off as tutoring me on how to kiss a man. Since she was so popular, and she slept with a lot of boys, no one really talked too badly about her regarding that incident. In fact, I think it made people more curious about her, and helped to increase her reputation. I think people had their suspicions about me after that night though. It all seemed to make sense why I didn’t date boys. If that’s what they thought, it was fine with me, if that meant they’d leave me alone - which a lot of people did. I’d rather they thought I was a lesbian, than have to suck dick to prove otherwise.
Since I really couldn’t hang around Brittany and her friends socially, I had to find my own friends. I had two girlfriends who I hung out with for the most part. They didn’t care about the rumors or they type of girls who spread them. My best friend was an Indian girl named Sitha. Her parents were very strict, and she wasn’t allowed to do very much outside of family situations, which made her a good match for me. She had beautiful dark hair and almond eyes that made you just want to melt into them.
The other girl was a girl I knew from my advanced math class. I ended up bringing her into our group because she had a deeply wry sense of humor about the world that most people our age could not understand. Her name was Mary and she was super smart, but she didn’t care about her hair, complexion or clothes. I tried to help her with this a few times, but she was not interested in facial scrubs and nail polish. She was really fun to be around though, and I was saddened at times that most people judged her by her looks and didn’t go any deeper than that, because there was so much that was beneath the surface with this girl.
The three of us did a lot of things with “just us girls,” like going to the movies or making brownies and having pajama parties at Sitha’s house. Her parents were warm and welcoming, and although we were considered dorks because we were laughing in our jammies and eating brownies, I was more than happy with our situation. They were my best friends.
One night when I was at Sitha’s house, it was just the two of us. Mary had a science experiment she wanted to complete, so we were watching a really bad movie and laying on the couch. To my surprise Sitha looked at a scene in the movie and suggested that we could practice kissing – on each other! I was shocked, but happy to oblige, and was delighted to be kissing this shy, sweet girl. I’ll always remember when she pulled her hair behind her ear and looked up at me shyly. We kissed softly for a while and it felt good. There were a few more incidents like that over the next few months, but I didn’t want it to progress past that point anyway for fear of her reaching up my dress in the heat of passion. I think she felt a little embarrassed each time it happened, especially given her upbringing, and it never went any further than that, although she would often give me glances that made me think she would be willing to go as far as I would take it.
Of course I still spent a lot my leisure time with Miss Samantha too. She had finished with her lessons a long time ago, so we were more just like friends. I even had to keep her up on fashion trends sometimes now! I was obedient and polite with her, and had long gotten used to dutifully fulfilling my chores and being the good girl that she trained me to be. Instead of all the painful lessons, like the ones I experienced in prior years, she liked to take me to different cultural events and expand my horizons. I think she wanted to round me out with the last days we would be spending together. Those were really her last lessons, and I kind of felt sad knowing that our time was coming to a close.
Graduation came fast. The graduation ceremony was the trickiest thing to deal with because my father wanted to attend. I obviously couldn’t walk across the stage as a boy in front of my classmates, and I couldn’t show up as a girl with my father present. My mom had devised a plan to get him to the ceremony late, and my father missed the part where so we were to meet up before and take pictures. Miss Samantha dressed me up and did my hair in curls. I think I looked pretty, and I was surprised at the look she gave me when I put my robe on, like I was her own daughter. It really held a place in my heart.
I went to the ceremony and walked across the stage and accepted my diploma as Audrey Manning. Afterward, Miss Samantha rushed me back to the house to change into Chris for my party. My father, frustrated with my mother’s stalling, finally met us at Miss Samantha’s house. He was happy to finally see his boy in his gown, but he kept commenting how he didn’t see me at the ceremony.
“Honey, I saw him,” said my mom, “You just need to look next time.”
“You couldn’t have missed him in his suit and tie. He looked so handsome,” added Miss Samantha.
“All I saw was some girl named Angie Manning, or something like that.”
“Oh they screwed up. It was supposed to be Angie…Manilow, and Chris Manning, but they said Angie Manning. I was right after her.”
“Oh, that makes sense…I guess. That Angie Manilow was a looker. Hey, let me see your diploma to make sure they got it right.”
My heart started beating fast. How would I explain the name Audrey Manning on my diploma? He stood there smiling with outstretched hand, and I opened it up to show him. To my surprise it had my real birth name on there. Miss Samantha had taken care of that for me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and my father looked at it with pride.
Chapter 33: Out on My Own
I didn’t have a lot of attachment to the people at my school, so leaving wasn’t much of an emotional affair. My two friends had their lives mapped out before them already, so they knew they needed to move on. I promised to keep in touch. We hugged and talked about a few memories and looked forward to the future.
Brittany was another matter. She would be attending college a thousand miles away from me. Miss Samantha was pushing for me to go to an advanced etiquette class for proper ladies. It was difficult to get into and expensive. It was the type of place that heads of state sent their daughters to as a finishing stage before they got married.
I, however, wanted to attend cooking school. I knew regular college would be a tough sell to my mother, so I figured that would be a good compromise. She agreed, but I had one more condition for her. I would be attending school as Chris. She looked pained, but knew that I was an adult now and needed to make my own decisions. The only stipulation was that I still had to wear my chastity tube until I got married.
I agreed, and Brittany and I said a long goodbye. I had known no girl other than the taste of her pussy, and the soft warmth of her friendship. At first we kept in constant contact, but eventually the distance drove us apart. It just wasn’t the same for her to control me when she really never saw me. She was in college and was experiencing new things, and probably didn’t want to be bothered thinking of assignments for me to do for release.
One day in the mail I received a package from her. Inside was a key attached to a piece of paper on which was written the words “Go nuts!”
I didn’t know how I felt at that moment. This was the moment I had dreamt about for the past eight years, and now I felt like a dog with a leash whose owner just let go and walked off in the other direction. I could tell by her brief note that she was a different person in a different world, having too much fun to write anything meaningful. A few tears dripped down my face, and I put the key in the drawer.
A few days later, I took my chastity tube off, and it felt strange that I was doing it myself. I still wore it from time to time, seeing how long I could go and worshipping a pair of Brittany’s panties she gave me before she left for college. One day the panties didn’t seem to hold any meaning. It’s like they lost their magic. I folded them up and put them in my drawer, and my chastity tube was soon to follow.
Cooking school took up a lot of time, and I spent most of it as Chris. It was weird becoming that person again after I had spent over ten years as Audrey. In reality I would always be Audrey now. There was some window I missed back then that made me very sensitive and effeminate. I really didn’t get along with most of the guys, who wanted to pound beers and smoke cigarettes after class, but I did get along fabulously with all of the girls. I was their best girlfriend, and they would always make statements like, “I wish my boyfriend was as understanding as you.”
Although I was still Audrey inside, I had little time to dress as her. Every now and then, I’d spend my Friday night in my nightie, painting my nails and relaxing, but making the switch was just too much when I was tired from working all day. I still wore panties and shaved my legs, and my nails were always manicured. There were things in me that were never going to change.
I found myself masturbating all the time now to femdom porn. I felt like such a sloth. I did have a few relationships with some girls, but they never worked out. If I acted normally, things went fine, but I wasn’t getting a lot out of being a charming date at dinner, then coming back to my place to have safe, ordinary sex. I had been conditioned to like something else, and it was useless denying it. Imagine telling the girl you are dating, “I really like you, but I was kind of hoping I could wear a dress and kiss your feet for hours tonight, while you keep me locked up in a chastity tube.” You can see my problem and see why a relationship never worked for me.
After I completed school, I found a job and an apartment in the dirty part of the city. Existence wasn’t horrible, but I was a bit lonely. I just worked six days a week, and came home to a vacant apartment. The door would squeak open and I was greeted by a silence that told me something was missing.
One day, the phone rang. It heard the voice, but I couldn’t immediately be sure it was Brittany. My heart leaped at the sound of her voice, but it was also hurt. I wondered why she was calling me after all this time. She sounded so happy on the other end of the line, it melted my heart. I tried to act distant, but I couldn’t contain the thrill that I felt in that moment. She wanted to know if I would visit her. She would even send me a plane ticket. Who was I kidding? I would never say no to her. I accepted her invitation and went out to see her. What did I have to lose?
Brittany was another matter. She would be attending college a thousand miles away from me. Miss Samantha was pushing for me to go to an advanced etiquette class for proper ladies. It was difficult to get into and expensive. It was the type of place that heads of state sent their daughters to as a finishing stage before they got married.
I, however, wanted to attend cooking school. I knew regular college would be a tough sell to my mother, so I figured that would be a good compromise. She agreed, but I had one more condition for her. I would be attending school as Chris. She looked pained, but knew that I was an adult now and needed to make my own decisions. The only stipulation was that I still had to wear my chastity tube until I got married.
I agreed, and Brittany and I said a long goodbye. I had known no girl other than the taste of her pussy, and the soft warmth of her friendship. At first we kept in constant contact, but eventually the distance drove us apart. It just wasn’t the same for her to control me when she really never saw me. She was in college and was experiencing new things, and probably didn’t want to be bothered thinking of assignments for me to do for release.
One day in the mail I received a package from her. Inside was a key attached to a piece of paper on which was written the words “Go nuts!”
I didn’t know how I felt at that moment. This was the moment I had dreamt about for the past eight years, and now I felt like a dog with a leash whose owner just let go and walked off in the other direction. I could tell by her brief note that she was a different person in a different world, having too much fun to write anything meaningful. A few tears dripped down my face, and I put the key in the drawer.
A few days later, I took my chastity tube off, and it felt strange that I was doing it myself. I still wore it from time to time, seeing how long I could go and worshipping a pair of Brittany’s panties she gave me before she left for college. One day the panties didn’t seem to hold any meaning. It’s like they lost their magic. I folded them up and put them in my drawer, and my chastity tube was soon to follow.
Cooking school took up a lot of time, and I spent most of it as Chris. It was weird becoming that person again after I had spent over ten years as Audrey. In reality I would always be Audrey now. There was some window I missed back then that made me very sensitive and effeminate. I really didn’t get along with most of the guys, who wanted to pound beers and smoke cigarettes after class, but I did get along fabulously with all of the girls. I was their best girlfriend, and they would always make statements like, “I wish my boyfriend was as understanding as you.”
Although I was still Audrey inside, I had little time to dress as her. Every now and then, I’d spend my Friday night in my nightie, painting my nails and relaxing, but making the switch was just too much when I was tired from working all day. I still wore panties and shaved my legs, and my nails were always manicured. There were things in me that were never going to change.
I found myself masturbating all the time now to femdom porn. I felt like such a sloth. I did have a few relationships with some girls, but they never worked out. If I acted normally, things went fine, but I wasn’t getting a lot out of being a charming date at dinner, then coming back to my place to have safe, ordinary sex. I had been conditioned to like something else, and it was useless denying it. Imagine telling the girl you are dating, “I really like you, but I was kind of hoping I could wear a dress and kiss your feet for hours tonight, while you keep me locked up in a chastity tube.” You can see my problem and see why a relationship never worked for me.
After I completed school, I found a job and an apartment in the dirty part of the city. Existence wasn’t horrible, but I was a bit lonely. I just worked six days a week, and came home to a vacant apartment. The door would squeak open and I was greeted by a silence that told me something was missing.
One day, the phone rang. It heard the voice, but I couldn’t immediately be sure it was Brittany. My heart leaped at the sound of her voice, but it was also hurt. I wondered why she was calling me after all this time. She sounded so happy on the other end of the line, it melted my heart. I tried to act distant, but I couldn’t contain the thrill that I felt in that moment. She wanted to know if I would visit her. She would even send me a plane ticket. Who was I kidding? I would never say no to her. I accepted her invitation and went out to see her. What did I have to lose?
Chapter 34: A New Beginning
I took the long plane ride out to see her. My heart was racing with anticipation at seeing her again. When I walked into the lobby, I saw her waiting for me on a bench with her sunglasses and short shorts. She looked beautiful. Her hair was lush and styled. By her beaming smile I could tell she was very happy with her life. I waved and went over to her.
“Nice to see you!” she gave me a big hug.
“Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she twirled around giddily.
We drove in her luxury convertible through the winding streets of the city. As we entered the suburbs, the houses started getting bigger and bigger.
“Wow, you live here?”
“Just wait.”
As we reached her place, she pressed a button and a gate swung open. Her house was enormous.
“This place is yours?”
“Yep.”
“How can you afford it? You’re fresh out of college.”
“I got a pretty big inheritance when my grandma died. I knew a guy in college – smart guy – too smart for college. He dropped out to start his own company, and I helped him get his business going with that money. It was a pretty big risk, but now I own half of the company. As you can see, the company’s doing really well.”
“Wow,” was all I could articulate as I looked around.
She pulled up to the front, and proceeded to show me around the place. We ended up by the pool having drinks. I told her what little there was to tell about my life, and we gossiped about old classmates and other such nonsense that people who haven’t seen each other in a while talk about.
“So, it’s Chris again. It’s kind of weird to say.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Do you still think of Audrey sometimes?”
It was kind a sore subject with me still, but I decided it would be good to talk about it.
“You know I’ve always been honest with you.”
“Yes,” she put her hand on mine.
“I’m Audrey. I’m a lot more Audrey than Chris. This is just my disguise to the world now. I’ve been going on dates lately, and the whole time the girl is talking to me, I’m thinking, ‘If I could just condition her hair and get rid of those shoes, she would be a lot cuter.’”
She started laughing hysterically.
“So you’ve been going on dates?”
“Yeah, you know, here and there.”
“Anyone special?”
I wanted to fall to my knees and tell her she was the only special girl I had ever known, but I played the role of old friend, talking by the pool.
“No, I guess I don’t have a lot in common with a lot of those girls. They would never accept the part of me that’s Audrey.”
“I understand. I really do.”
“How about you? Are you dating?”
“I have a boyfriend,” my heart dropped, “His name’s Sergio. He’s really nice.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks. Listen, there is a reason I brought you out here, and it’s more than just reliving old times. I’m not going to beat around the bush.”
“Yeah?”
“I kind of wondered…since you have completed cooking school and all, and you’re terrific with cleaning, if you would be interested in being our maid.”
I was in complete shock for a second, and I felt a sudden flash of anger.
“You called me out here to offer me a job…as your maid!?”
“Look, Sergio and I, well we lead a certain lifestyle. He’s beautiful and charming, and he gives the best backrubs, but there’s something I desire that he can’t give to me.”
“And what’s that?”
“Servitude. I’ve tried asking him to kiss my feet but it always comes off as something cute, and he lays on the bed and kisses each toe and smiles at me. That dynamic isn’t there with him. It never will be, but I told him there was one person who I had that dynamic with.”
“Little Audrey, and she’s going to come running back to you, and put a dress on, and be your servant and maid. I can’t believe you. I really can’t believe you. You’re spoiled and selfish, and you expect me to just drop everything in my life for you?”
“Chris, you’re not the only one who was changed back then. Something happened to me too. I know you probably feel like I abandoned you, and I guess I did, but I was becoming a different person and discovering new things. I thought I’d give you your freedom to see what it was like. It’s like the saying goes, ‘If you love something, set it free. If it returns, it is yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.’”
“And here I am.
“And here you are. Look, I can tell from what you’ve just told me that you’re really not happy.”
“I’m doing okay.”
“Honestly?”
“Not really.”
“See, I knew it. You told me yourself that you’re having a hard time fitting the pieces together, and I’m offering you a chance to live your true fantasy. I will get you a dress, and lock you in a chastity tube, and control every aspect of your life from here on out. You won’t have to worry about anything again other than taking care of me.”
“What do I get paid?”
“Nothing.”
“How am I supposed to live on nothing?”
“I told you. From now on I will take care of you. You will be financially obligated to me, and I will control all of the money in the relationship. That way I know you’re really committed to this. You will wear a chastity tube, and it will never come off for the rest of your life. You will be my maid and sexual servant, and do anything I ask without question. You will dedicate yourself to me for the rest of your life. In exchange, I promise that you will find purpose in your life and be happy with the girl I know you never stopped loving.”
It was a lot to take in at the moment. She wanted me to make a decision about the rest of my life, and I wasn’t prepared. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that I had absolutely nothing waiting for me back at home. Without reservation, I took a chance on happiness.
“Okay.”
“You’ll do it?”
“Yes, you’re all I ever really wanted in life Brittany. I would be proud to be your servant.”
“You’ve made me so happy. Did you bring your chastity tube?”
“Yes.”
“I knew you would. Strip down to your panties, put it on, and get down on your knees. Cast your eyes to the ground and hold your key in your upturned palms presenting it to me. Are you ready?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you make a commitment to serve me as your mistress for the rest of your life? To live only for me and my happiness with no thought of yourself? To obey every command I give you without question?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You will wear a chastity tube for the rest of your life, and I control every orgasm you will have from this day out, which won’t be many. I may even choose to deny you from ever having an orgasm again. This is the end of any sexual freedom you may ever have.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You will never see me naked except when you service me. All parts of my body are off limit to you. Unless instructed your eyes are to remain looking down.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“From this day out, you will be Audrey. You will never live as a man again. You will wear the panties and dresses which I choose without question, no matter what the situation. If the time comes, I may even choose to have you sexually reassigned, and you will become Audrey permanently.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“If you agree to all of these things – and I suggest you don’t take them lightly because I plan on keeping this commitment – then I want you to say, ‘I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.’”
She was right. This wasn’t a light decision, but I knew in my heart it was the right thing. Without hesitation, the words flowed from my mouth.
“I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.”
I felt the key being lifted from my hands, and my heart was beating.
“You may service my feet now.”
“Yes Mistress.”
I eagerly caressed the feet I had desired for so long now with passionate kisses. I had finally found my place in life.
I was happy living there with my mistress. Each day had a genuine purpose – her happiness. There were a lot of shocking events that happened after that moment. I could not believe the liberties people took with a chaste slave at some of the parties. Any boundaries I once had were long gone, always being pushed by my mistress, Brittany, but I realize that it was a far better life than punching a clock at a restaurant, and watching TV every night. I was a chaste panty slave and I was never happier in all my life.
“Nice to see you!” she gave me a big hug.
“Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she twirled around giddily.
We drove in her luxury convertible through the winding streets of the city. As we entered the suburbs, the houses started getting bigger and bigger.
“Wow, you live here?”
“Just wait.”
As we reached her place, she pressed a button and a gate swung open. Her house was enormous.
“This place is yours?”
“Yep.”
“How can you afford it? You’re fresh out of college.”
“I got a pretty big inheritance when my grandma died. I knew a guy in college – smart guy – too smart for college. He dropped out to start his own company, and I helped him get his business going with that money. It was a pretty big risk, but now I own half of the company. As you can see, the company’s doing really well.”
“Wow,” was all I could articulate as I looked around.
She pulled up to the front, and proceeded to show me around the place. We ended up by the pool having drinks. I told her what little there was to tell about my life, and we gossiped about old classmates and other such nonsense that people who haven’t seen each other in a while talk about.
“So, it’s Chris again. It’s kind of weird to say.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Do you still think of Audrey sometimes?”
It was kind a sore subject with me still, but I decided it would be good to talk about it.
“You know I’ve always been honest with you.”
“Yes,” she put her hand on mine.
“I’m Audrey. I’m a lot more Audrey than Chris. This is just my disguise to the world now. I’ve been going on dates lately, and the whole time the girl is talking to me, I’m thinking, ‘If I could just condition her hair and get rid of those shoes, she would be a lot cuter.’”
She started laughing hysterically.
“So you’ve been going on dates?”
“Yeah, you know, here and there.”
“Anyone special?”
I wanted to fall to my knees and tell her she was the only special girl I had ever known, but I played the role of old friend, talking by the pool.
“No, I guess I don’t have a lot in common with a lot of those girls. They would never accept the part of me that’s Audrey.”
“I understand. I really do.”
“How about you? Are you dating?”
“I have a boyfriend,” my heart dropped, “His name’s Sergio. He’s really nice.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks. Listen, there is a reason I brought you out here, and it’s more than just reliving old times. I’m not going to beat around the bush.”
“Yeah?”
“I kind of wondered…since you have completed cooking school and all, and you’re terrific with cleaning, if you would be interested in being our maid.”
I was in complete shock for a second, and I felt a sudden flash of anger.
“You called me out here to offer me a job…as your maid!?”
“Look, Sergio and I, well we lead a certain lifestyle. He’s beautiful and charming, and he gives the best backrubs, but there’s something I desire that he can’t give to me.”
“And what’s that?”
“Servitude. I’ve tried asking him to kiss my feet but it always comes off as something cute, and he lays on the bed and kisses each toe and smiles at me. That dynamic isn’t there with him. It never will be, but I told him there was one person who I had that dynamic with.”
“Little Audrey, and she’s going to come running back to you, and put a dress on, and be your servant and maid. I can’t believe you. I really can’t believe you. You’re spoiled and selfish, and you expect me to just drop everything in my life for you?”
“Chris, you’re not the only one who was changed back then. Something happened to me too. I know you probably feel like I abandoned you, and I guess I did, but I was becoming a different person and discovering new things. I thought I’d give you your freedom to see what it was like. It’s like the saying goes, ‘If you love something, set it free. If it returns, it is yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.’”
“And here I am.
“And here you are. Look, I can tell from what you’ve just told me that you’re really not happy.”
“I’m doing okay.”
“Honestly?”
“Not really.”
“See, I knew it. You told me yourself that you’re having a hard time fitting the pieces together, and I’m offering you a chance to live your true fantasy. I will get you a dress, and lock you in a chastity tube, and control every aspect of your life from here on out. You won’t have to worry about anything again other than taking care of me.”
“What do I get paid?”
“Nothing.”
“How am I supposed to live on nothing?”
“I told you. From now on I will take care of you. You will be financially obligated to me, and I will control all of the money in the relationship. That way I know you’re really committed to this. You will wear a chastity tube, and it will never come off for the rest of your life. You will be my maid and sexual servant, and do anything I ask without question. You will dedicate yourself to me for the rest of your life. In exchange, I promise that you will find purpose in your life and be happy with the girl I know you never stopped loving.”
It was a lot to take in at the moment. She wanted me to make a decision about the rest of my life, and I wasn’t prepared. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that I had absolutely nothing waiting for me back at home. Without reservation, I took a chance on happiness.
“Okay.”
“You’ll do it?”
“Yes, you’re all I ever really wanted in life Brittany. I would be proud to be your servant.”
“You’ve made me so happy. Did you bring your chastity tube?”
“Yes.”
“I knew you would. Strip down to your panties, put it on, and get down on your knees. Cast your eyes to the ground and hold your key in your upturned palms presenting it to me. Are you ready?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you make a commitment to serve me as your mistress for the rest of your life? To live only for me and my happiness with no thought of yourself? To obey every command I give you without question?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You will wear a chastity tube for the rest of your life, and I control every orgasm you will have from this day out, which won’t be many. I may even choose to deny you from ever having an orgasm again. This is the end of any sexual freedom you may ever have.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You will never see me naked except when you service me. All parts of my body are off limit to you. Unless instructed your eyes are to remain looking down.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“From this day out, you will be Audrey. You will never live as a man again. You will wear the panties and dresses which I choose without question, no matter what the situation. If the time comes, I may even choose to have you sexually reassigned, and you will become Audrey permanently.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“If you agree to all of these things – and I suggest you don’t take them lightly because I plan on keeping this commitment – then I want you to say, ‘I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.’”
She was right. This wasn’t a light decision, but I knew in my heart it was the right thing. Without hesitation, the words flowed from my mouth.
“I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.”
I felt the key being lifted from my hands, and my heart was beating.
“You may service my feet now.”
“Yes Mistress.”
I eagerly caressed the feet I had desired for so long now with passionate kisses. I had finally found my place in life.
I was happy living there with my mistress. Each day had a genuine purpose – her happiness. There were a lot of shocking events that happened after that moment. I could not believe the liberties people took with a chaste slave at some of the parties. Any boundaries I once had were long gone, always being pushed by my mistress, Brittany, but I realize that it was a far better life than punching a clock at a restaurant, and watching TV every night. I was a chaste panty slave and I was never happier in all my life.
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