Big Bad Huey

by Mary Kay

 

I work in the technology industry in Silicon Valley. I have an interesting job combining electronics, robotics and computer programming. It's probably obvious that I'm about as big a nerd as you are likely to find.

Like most everyone else, I like sex. Unfortunately, being a nerd isn't usually associated with being a big ladies man. I know I could get the ladies if I became rich and the way for me to do that is to hit it big in technology. Money always attracts the opposite sex.

My desire to be successful leads me to my next interest, my tinkering. I am working on a device that I'm sure will make me a million dollars, overnight. This overnight project has taken me 7 years so far. I have a prototype, which I have sunk a lot of time and money into. Some small improvements to this prototype and I will become very rich in a short period of time.

As I stated earlier I like sex. I also have my own sexual hang-ups. I am a cross dresser. I really enjoy dressing in clothes of the opposite sex. I have almost as much money tied up in skirts and lingerie as I do in electronics and servomotors for my tinkering project.

I don't have many friends but I do have the best friend a man can have, my dog Rex. He is a fine representative of the toy French Poodle line. I call him Rex but he is pedigreed and his name is actually Rexamus Forever Diedesham. He has a longer name than I have. Rex is my buddy and he accepts me unequivocally.

For the most part life is good. I have a good job, a good dog and two good hobbies. The only fly in my life's ointment is my across the street neighbor, Huey. The man is big and he is mean. He is constantly yelling at me when I walk Rex because he has found some dog feces on his lawn. As I walk Rex, Huey will frequently open the front door of his house and yell "You better keep that mangy mutt of yours off of my lawn. I'm getting sick and tired of seeing all of your dogs shit on my lawn." Huey has always been a classy guy.

I need to point out that whenever I walk Rex he is always on a leash and I carry the mandatory plastic bag to clean up any messes that Rex makes. Yelling at me is completely uncalled for. I have tried to explain this to Huey but he just becomes more unreasonable. He has even threatened to make me clean up his lawn.

I spoke to my neighbors about Huey and they agreed that he was belligerent and unreasonable. He is a policeman so my neighbors argue that he is good for the neighborhood since it is more secure with him around. I personally felt less secure.

So a good day for me consisted of going to work, getting home, walking Rex and avoiding Huey. I would then settle into hobbies two and three, tinkering and cross dressing, but not necessarily in that order.

When I tinker I am always dressed. I frequently wear a maid's outfit, either French or English. Sometimes I dress in a nurse's outfit. If I'm feeling collegiate I wear a cheerleader uniform with a cute short blue skirt with knife pleats and matching panties. When the weather is cool I bring out my PVC or my Vinyl collection. When warm I frequently dress in my see through play set. I even have some authentic female strippers outfits.

Today I chose to wear a figure skaters outfit. I love to watch figure skaters on TV. The girls all look so feminine with their flippy little skirts. My skate dress is royal blue with a crystal appliqué across the chest. Nude mesh connects the mock turtleneck to the curved bodice. The top and skirt are both made of velvet. I wear matching royal blue satin panties and white opaque hose to finish off the outfit. In place of skates I wear a pair of black sling-back flats.

Now that I'm properly attired I start my tinkering. I'm working on a two-part device. The first part records pressures and movements to a data logger. After a pre-determined time delay this data is sent wirelessly to a second device, which faithfully reproduces these movements. The data logger can record up to an hour of data. The time delay can be anything from 1 second to 60 minutes.

In its current design the recorder is in the shape of a dildo. More precisely it is a dildo fashioned after my own cock, including my shaved testicles. The receiver is shaped like a sleeve with an opening just slightly smaller in diameter than my penis, not unlike a vagina.

This combination makes for a very interesting masturbation assistant. One of the things that reduce a person's enjoyment of self-abuse is the tactile feedback that the body gives to itself. It's fun stroking your cock with your hand, but even more fun having someone else do that for you. Part of the increased fun is due to the unpredictability of having another person pleasure you. Likewise, were you flexible enough, it would be fun to give yourself a blowjob. It is even more fun to get a blowjob. My device bridges the gap between pleasuring yourself and having someone else gratify you.

The tinkering session deals with adjusting the servomotors, testing the wireless connection, gauging the degree of receiver response to recorder stimulus, etc. I am designing and making minor modifications to an auto heater and lubricator for the receiver. In essence, I'm manufacturing an auto-pussy. For convenience I am also working on an auto-cleaning device to clean and dry both sexual devices. I expect this combination of devices to eventually make me rich. In the mean time, it's giving me a lot of fun.

I work on the device for a few hours. As I work my clothing continuously stimulate me. I feel my wig brushing against my neck, my earrings pinching my earlobes, my skirt hitting my thighs as I walk and the pressure of my bra across my chest. Eventually, the adjustments on my device have been made and its time to test the results

Typically I will remove my working clothes and put on something more sexually appropriate. I have a fine selection of lingerie including styles that are sheer, fishnet, satin, etc. Some of my favorite items are marketed as "Bridal Lingerie." I recently purchased a white flirty little baby doll outfit with sheer skirt, boa trim and matching g-string. I have changed into these clothes and I consider this to be my sexiest outfit but it doesn't come close to the stimulation I am about to receive.

I move aside the g-string and place my dick inside of the lubricated receiver unit. I then take the sender dildo and start to play with it. I may start by rubbing my hand up and down the shaft in the traditional manner. I run my tongue up and down the sensitive part of the shaft. I may lick the balls for a little while. Perhaps I really go wild and lubricate the dildo and then shove the thing right up my ass.

At an unknown moment the receiver starts getting signals from the sending penis and reproduces the pressures on my dick. So I am lying there sucking on the head of the dildo but my penis is feeling a licking sensation moving up and down my shaft. This continues until I can't stand it any longer and am near my climax. I stop playing with the penis but there are still recorded signals being sent to the receiver. I lie there enjoying the attention my penis is getting until I finally cum and am in a state of utter exhaustion. I then clean myself up and go to bed, a perfect end to a perfect day.

Two weeks ago I came home from work and started my typical routine. Taking Rex for a walk I encountered Huey who was in a particularly foul mood. Huey confronted me with a lot of yelling and arm waving "I told you to keep your damn dog off my lawn. You need to clean that shit up right now."

I again stated that there were lots of dogs in the neighborhood and that Rex didn't leave his mark on the lawn but I promised that I would clean up the lawn. This calmed Huey down and he returned to his house and Rex and I continued on our walk. Unfortunately, when I got back home, I forgot about the promise I made and just went into my house, as I normally do.

As always I changed into an appropriate outfit prior to working on my gadget. This time I chose to be a vinyl vixen, starting off with a black vinyl corset with red vertical piping, red fishnet stockings that attached to the garters of the corset, a black vinyl miniskirt with sexy pleats, an elegant Austrian crystal heart choker, red fishnet fingerless gloves with ruffle trim at the wrist that extended above my elbows, and for a touch of whimsy, black and red butterfly wings that attached to my back with shoulder straps. I admit, the wings push the outfit a little over the top. I added a trashy blonde layered and spiked punk styled wig with bangs and a long back. I then put my feet into a pair of black Mary Jane slip on mules and began working on my device.

After a few minutes of working I heard a loud pounding on my door. The pounding was so loud that it actually made me jump. I went to the door and asked who was there and heard Huey ranting and raving. I told him to give me a second and I would talk to him. I didn't want to change my clothes so I just kicked off my shoes and put on a pair of men's socks over my fishnets. I added some men's shoes and put on a terry cloth robe on over my outfit. I removed my wig and earrings and put them off to the side. Luckily I wasn't wearing any makeup. I held the robe tightly around my neck and opened the door. Huey was standing in front of me and he was not happy.

"What the fuck are you doing? You said you were going to clean up your dog shit and then you just go home happy as you please. Get your ass over there and take care of that stuff before I make you eat that shit."

I stammered and apologized and agreed that I had told him that I would clean up that stuff but that I had just forgotten and I told him that I would clean it up tomorrow. At that point he grabbed my arm and threw me outside. I spun around and in an effort to balance myself I let go of the top of my robe. I again grabbed the top of my robe to close it but Huey had already caught a glimpse of my necklace and the top of my corset and he was determined to see the rest of the outfit. He grabbed the front of the robe and pulled it open.

Huey looked for a moment at me and then burst out laughing. "You are going to clean up the lawn and you are going to do it right now." He spun me around and pulled the robe off my back and threw it to the ground. He said "Now that get up is almost perfect for a fairy, you even have the wings, but you need different shoes. Lets go see your collection."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into my own house. "Lets have a look in your closet." I of course objected but to no avail. Rex was barking at Huey and periodically Huey would tell him to shut up and at times tried to kick Rex but Rex was too fast for him. Huey told me to "Move the mutt out of the way before I kill him," so I locked Rex in my workroom.

Although Huey had never been in my house he pushed me into various rooms until we found my bedroom. I have two closets, one for my male clothes and one for my female attire. Huey opened the door to my female closet first. There lined at our feet stood my fine collection of shoes. Huey of course went straight for a pair of my fetish boots, picked them up and said "These look like just the shoes for you." He then threw them at me.

They were a pair of black patent leather calf high 5" spike metal heel lace-up boots. They had an inner zipper and 5 buckle straps that help strengthen the boot and probably reduced the chance of turning my ankle. I have no idea why I still had these boots. They looked sexy but were almost impossible to walk in. I must admit though that they did go with the outfit.

I removed my shoes and socks and zipped up one boot, then the other. Then I went through the process of lacing up the boots. Finally I buckled the straps. Huey spent the time looking through my closet.

"Well you are sure one fucked up little bitch. I almost feel like I'm wasting you sending you out to clean off my lawn. I kind of think you should be cleaning off my dick with your tongue. Well maybe we'll work on that later. Get your ass up and lets go look at my lawn."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me off the bed and pushed me in front of him. I started to take off the butterfly wings but received a punch to my ribs for my effort. The blow drove the breath out of me. "What the fuck do you think your doing sweetheart? You keep them little ferry wings on and go take care of that shit on my lawn."

Huey pushed me out my front door and bullied me across the street and over to his yard. It was still daylight out and while no one was walking at the time a few cars drove by and slowed to a crawl as they passed by. We got to his yard and Huey pointed out three piles that he wanted removed. I hadn't brought a plastic bag or plastic gloves so I asked if he could get me something to use. "Use your hands asshole, or maybe I should make you use your mouth." I made my way around the yard and scooped up the material in my hands. It wasn't easy walking in the boots and the spike heels just dove into the ground. I then headed back across the street to my house. Behind me I heard Huey yell "Come back over tomorrow at six o'clock and clean up my lawn. Make sure that you're dressed pretty."

I threw the crap onto the street and made my way as quickly as I could back to my house. I went straight to the bathroom and cleaned my hands thoroughly and threw away my fingerless gloves. The clothes I had on now disgusted me and I removed them and threw them in a pile on the floor. I then took a shower in an effort to wash away my bitterness and humiliation.

My life was now a mess. I had this bully who has now moved from verbal abuse to physical abuse. Worse yet he knows my closest held secret and he clearly intends to exploit it. I never go outside while dressed and he has my prancing across the street in broad daylight in clothes that would make a whore blush to clean up dog crap with my hands. I must get out of this situation.

I couldn't let him push me around like this. I knew at this point I needed to move and I would as soon as I could. I rented my house so leaving it wouldn't be too difficult.

I changed into a T-shirt and blue jeans and tried to figure out what to do. Rex my steady companion came over and wanted to be scratched and I obliged.

I thought through my situation. I needed to move because of that bastard. I don't think I could get any help from the police since Huey was on the force. It would probably be a good idea to move out of the city, possibly into a new job. My job was just a temporary need since my future lay in my invention.

As worked up as I was I knew I couldn't get any sleep. I had no interest in dressing so I worked on my invention in man clothes for the first time. I actually had a software breakthrough that night. I implemented a loop into the memory so that you wouldn't need to "train" a repeated action in real time. If you moved your lips up and down on the cock you wouldn't have to continue doing that for an entire hour to receive an hours worth of stimulation. You could just repeat the action two or three times and the software would simply replay the action. The system could then run in an endless loop of the action.

I should have been elated by my software improvement but my neighbor's actions made me distraught. I worked long into the night. When I finally went to bed I had no interest in testing out my device.

The next day I went to work as usual, although I couldn't accomplish anything other than the most mundane tasks. I was concerned as to what would happen when I went home. Huey had told me to go over at 6:00 PM wearing a "pretty" outfit to clean up the crap off of his lawn.

Well my dress collection is extensive and could have met Huey's demand by wearing virtually anything. I have a beautiful princess outfit, which includes a stunning Audry Hepburn replica tiara. I'm sure Huey would have appreciated that outfit but I needed to break his dominance of me. I thought that the best thing that I could do was to just go over and clean his lawn in my normal male clothes. Perhaps that would placate him.

I went home and walked Rex. I worried and debated over what I should do. Finally I went over at 5 minutes before six wearing a T-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers and crossed the street. This time I brought a small plastic shovel and plastic bag and walked his entire lawn picking up every bit of excrement. I kept looking for Huey but he never came out of his house.

I crossed back over to my side of the street and almost made it into the house when I felt Huey's massive hand on my shoulder, "You did a good job on the shit but your outfit isn't very pretty. Let's go into the house and see what we can do to pretty you up."

I said "look you can't come into this house this is my property. I did what you wanted I cleaned up the crap off of your lawn now leave me alone."

Huey replied, "Fuck you" and pushed me into my house.

Rex was barking and nipping at Huey's leg and Huey had me put Rex back into the workroom. "Now lets go back into that closet of yours and see if we can't make you into the little fag princess that you really are."

He pushed me into my bedroom and again opened my female closet. Looking at the shoes he pointed to a pair of white ballet style lace up ankle boots with ankle strap and 8-inch heels and said "What the hell are those things?"

I told him "They are called ballet shoes and they are called that because you walked on your toes when you wear them." Now most ballet shoes and boots aren't really made for walking in, but this boot was slightly different. The heel was thicker than normal and actually extended out from the upturned sole of the shoe. The thick heel increased the stability of the shoe. The shoe itself was made so that the toes would flex forward so that you rested on the ball of your foot instead of your toes. I had a shoemaker attach an additional plate to the bottom of the shoe, which acted as a stabilizing sole. It was attached at both the toe and heel and extended in front of and behind the shoe, which tremendously improved walking stability. Even with these modifications I could barely walk in these shoes. I certainly couldn't stand up straight while wearing the shoes; I tended to list forward because I lacked flexibility in my ankles. Again these were shoes I never should have purchased and certainly should have thrown out. I knew as soon as he saw them that he was going to choose these fetish shoes, the pervert.

Huey pawed through my collection of dresses while saying "So you have some ballet shoes, I'm guessing you have a cute little ballet outfit to go with them." Huey soon focused on the correct outfit, which wasn't all that hard to find since it was the only dress in my collection that had an attached tutu. "Well, lets see how you look as the Sugar Plum Fairy" and he threw the ballet costume at me.

While I disliked the shoes I really liked the dress. I actually had the dress custom made for me by a company in Arizona that advertised over the Internet and included size-measuring charts for ballet tutus for both women and men. All the measurements were taken by me as per the web page directions and when the dress arrived it fit like a glove.

The dress was white (which made his Sugar Plum Fairy crack inaccurate) and the bodice was made of 8 lined and boned panels, fitting much like a corset. Since ballerinas invariably had small breasts there was no need for falsies. The neckline was in the traditional "V" shape and the top was accented with spaghetti straps.

The tutu was attached at the waist and was of the traditional classic style, jutting out straight horizontally 15 inches from the waist. The tutu was hooped and made of 6 layers of heavily gathered tulle over three layers of diamond net. The top layer has little pink patterns with silver sequin decorations. These same silver sequins ran in horizontal parallel rows across my bottom. I hated that this animal was going to see me in this beautiful creation.

"Okay, put on your underwear and hop into the dress" ordered Huey.

I removed my clothes and Huey was delighted to see that I was already wearing a nude colored sheer mesh thong. I added a pair of white-footed ballet tights and put the shoes on. I started to put on my ballet costume and Huey insisted that I put on a bra. I told him that a bra was neither appropriate nor necessary. He insisted I wear one so I chose a strapless brassiere but Huey told me that I needed to put on a bra with white straps. Apparently I was going to be a ballerina from the other side of the tracks. I finished dressing and sat in front of a mirror and picked up a wig but Huey said no to the wig but he wanted me to apply plenty of lipstick, red of course. I put on the lipstick and Huey grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position. I teetered on the ballet shoes trying my best to maintain my equilibrium.

Huey pulled some packaging tape out of his pocket and had me hold my hands together in a prayer position. He taped my wrists together and then had me lift my taped arms up over my head. He ran the tape around the outer parts of me upper arms, across my forehead and around over my hair across the back of my head. He wrapped me in this way a number of times, ensuring that my arms were securely attached to my head. He then grabbed me by the waist and dragged me out my door.

Huey half carried and half dragged me across my lawn and over to his side of the street. I told him that I had to take small steps because of the shoes but he made little adjustment in his stride to accommodate me. As we were crossing the street he stepped on the extra sole of my shoe just as I was about to lift my foot. This combination of forces caused the new sole to rip right off of my shoe, transforming the shoe back to its original design and making my walk even more perilous. Luckily I still had my other shoe modification to help me keep my balance.

Huey pushed me to the back part of his lawn, so that we were between a large bush and a wooden fence. He pushed me to the ground and as he did so he purposefully stepped on the back part of my remaining good shoe tearing away the modified sole.

Huey laughed and said, "Oops, it looks like your having a shoe malfunction. Now you know that when I tell you that I want you to look pretty when you take care of my lawn, I mean it." I lay on my side hoping that he would now head back into his house. I wasn't going to be that lucky.

Huey said "Get up on your knees bitch" and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. I was on my knees on Huey's lawn in my ballet tutu with my arms held over my head as Huey unzipped his pants. He let his pants and underpants drop to the ground and pulled my head towards his awaiting penis. Huey thrust his cock into my mouth and pulled my hair to synchronize my head movements with his hip movements.

Now I must admit that this wasn't the first time that I had sucked on a man's cock. Once, when I was in college, I experimented with another male student after smoking some weed. I had no intention of becoming intimate with the man nor do I believe he had any intentions of sexual contact. But we were together after drinking and smoking and talk of sex and one dare led to another and soon we were both naked on his bed laying head to toe and I was sucking on his dick as he sucked on mine. It was a one-time experience that I never repeated. I never saw him again but I frequently replayed the encounter in my mind.

This current experience would leave no happy impressions. This was like a jail rape. Huey shoved his cock so far down my throat that I thought I would choke. He grabbed my ears and pumped away into my mouth until finally he came in my mouth. He assured me that he would "Kick my balls in." if I let a drop of his fluid fall from my mouth. I swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean. Huey finally backed away from me, pulled up his pants and told me to "Get the fuck out of here. Come back tomorrow at 6. Clean the lawn and wear something pretty or you will get another taste of my medicine." He then turned away and went back into his house.

I fell over onto the grass in exhaustion and revulsion. I thought I would throw up but I was able to quell that feeling. I would have cried if that would have done any good. Finally I pulled myself together, sat up as best I could and began to analyze my situation. At least my location between the bush and the wooden fence kept me from being detected. It was still an hour before darkness, so I could remain here until it got dark to minimize my chance of being discovered. Perhaps then I could make my way across the street under the cover of darkness.

There was a serious risk to this plan. I was so unstable in these shoes that I could get run over as I crossed the street. I continued the debate in my mind as I rested my back against the fence. My arms were of course still held straight over my head. As I considered the options, thinking that it couldn't get worse, things suddenly got worse. The water sprinklers turned on. I don't know if Huey added this sadistic touch or if they normally came on at this time, I just knew that I was getting soaked and the water was cold making me even more miserable than I had been, a difficult accomplishment.

Periodically I saw people and cars so I decided to wait until it was dark. I sat in the grass and mud and tried to work my wrists free of the tape. I eventually rubbed my wrists up and down against the corner of a fence post and the friction eventually cut the tape holding my wrists together. I spent the next half hour doing everything I could to release my arms from my head but to no avail.

It was finally dark. The sprinklers were still going (just how much water does a lawn need anyways?) and my upper arms were still taped to my head. I decided to try and get home.

I worked myself back onto my knees and with the help of the fence I was able to rise onto my feet. Balancing with my arms in the air was not easy. Losing the extra soles from my shoes made it difficult to stand much less walk. The height of the heels caused me to bend my knees and to bend forward at the waist. To keep my balance I had to thrust my ass backward.

The tutu was now wet and no longer stuck out as straight as it once had. Never the less the water caused it to flex only slightly and the tutu prevented me from seeing my feet. I would have to be especially careful of the curbs and of any other tripping hazards. If I fell I wouldn't be able to use my arms to get up and a car could potentially hit me.

My feet were starting to hurt and I looked and saw no one around so I decided to make the journey. I took some slow tentative steps away from the support of the fence and started to make my way across the lawn. My balance was tenuous because of the ballet shoes and by the fact that my arms were secured over my head by the tape. I was all wet and cold from the lawn sprinkler system and of course the tutu kept me from seeing where I was stepping.

My heels were digging into the wet grass, which only added to my problems. As I approached the curb I carefully measured my steps. I didn't want to fall on the street, where hurting myself on the pavement would be the least of my problems. I successfully negotiated the curb and made my way across the street.

As I approached my side of the street I heard a car coming. It was obviously slowing down as it approached me. I didn't want to turn my head because it would disturb my balance. The car came very close to me and the driver honked his horn and boys in the car shouted slurs and obscenities at me. I got so scarred that I fell over the curb, luckily landing on the grass in front of my yard. The cretins laughed and drove away as I scrambled up my lawn towards my house. I found that I could move fastest by simply rolling side over side to my house. I then used my house to brace myself into a kneeling position. I walked up two steps on my knees (a very painful experience) and shuffled forward to my door. I bent forward and opened the door with my hands as I struggled into my house.

I still wasn't out of my predicament but at least I was out of danger. I eventually crawled over to a kitchen drawer and got hold of a pair of scissors. It must have taken me 20 minutes to cut my arms free. I was afraid during the cutting process that I was going to cut off something more important than tape, like my ear or my nose. I was lucky to only cut off some hair in the process.

I took off the damned shoes and stripped off my ballet clothes, which were ruined, and I fell into the bathtub. More time was taken removing the remaining tape from my head using baby oil. Rex sat near me as I bathed. He seemed to feel my pain. I sat in the bath and tried to figure out what I would do. I decided that tomorrow I would skip work and use the time to find a place and move all of my belongings to the new location. It didn't matter if I had to still pay rent on this house, I just couldn't continue this abuse.

The next day I called in sick and used the time to rent a new apartment and to start moving my belongings. I cleaned out the dresses and shoes from my girly closet to save them from debasement by Big Huey.

I rented a pickup truck to help me make the move and I made a number of trips from my old house to my new apartment. I figured that I would finish around 3:00 PM, before Huey came home, and get the heavy stuff moved over by professional movers. I would spend the night in my new apartment and with luck never see Huey again. I had moved a number of items, returned the pickup truck and drove my car back. Just as I returned home Huey pulled into his driveway. He was home early and he headed straight over to me as I was getting out of my car. Huey said to me that his lawn was looking much better since I had been doing my job. I took that as a compliment.

He then told me that his house was looking a little bit "crummy" and wanted to know if I would like to help him clean up. I declined saying that I had plenty to do today, but that I was happy that his lawn was looking better and told him that if he wanted I would go over right now and look over his lawn and remove any deposits from the neighborhood dogs.

Huey replied "That's nice, but you don't seem to understand what I'm saying. I want you to come over and clean my house. Let's go inside and see what cute little outfit you have for this job."

I didn't want Huey to go into my house because he would see that I was in the process of moving. To head him off I said, "Now wait a second Huey. You don't have to manhandle me. I know just the thing to wear for this project. Let me go into my house and prepare and I'll come over and do your maid work and look just the part."

Huey answered. "Now that's the spirit. Be at my door at six P.M. sharp. I tell you what, I'll give you a break. You can take the shit off my lawn right now in your regular clothes but I want to see you dressed nice and perky when you come over to clean my house." He then walked back to his house whistling a happy tune.

I immediately put on my rubber gloves, retrieved a small shovel and a bucket and did my lawn duties. I then went home and took Rex for his walk. It was earlier than usual but Rex never complains. We finished our walk and I then immediately drove off to retrieve my dress for this next ordeal. After arriving at my new apartment I put the dress, underwear and shoes in my car and headed back to my house. I knew that this was going to kill another one of my favorite outfits but it was a small price to pay to keep Huey from learning of my imminent escape.

I washed, shaved and began my transformation. I put on a black tightly laced corselet and added cheap foam rubber boobs. I added a pair of black sheer lace top suspender pantyhose and black ruffled sissy panties. My shoes were sensible black patent leather low heal classic court shoes. I usually wore twin chiffon petticoats to properly fluff out my dress, but in this case I decided to just wear a single petticoat, as a token gesture of disobedience towards Huey.

Every cross dresser has a maid's outfit, and if they don't currently own one then they either had one or would like to get one. Mine was a beauty. It had an exquisite silk chiffon full skirt, puff sleeves, and a costume fitted cotton-lined bodice. I added a dainty white silk apron, tied at the back in a bow.

I applied my makeup, added a chestnut brown mid-length pageboy style wig and finished off the outfit with a heart shaped hat, affixed with a comb. It was now 5:50 P.M. My plan was to go over to Huey's house and to clean it as a maid would. I hoped that if I was efficient and cooperative that he would simply allow me to do that job and to be on my way. I had no desire to be assaulted again.

At 5:59 I looked out my door, saw that the coast was clear and hurried across the street. I rang the doorbell and heard Huey ask, "Who is it?" I answered, "It's me," and then I thought, I needed a French name "Odette".

Huey decided to continue his game asking "Well Odette, why are you here?

By this time a car was going by and I heard a number of male voices cat calling about how I had a "pretty little ass" and how they would like to "go to a party." I looked for just a second and saw a red Mustang stopped in front of Huey's house with three or four men waiving their hands in an effort to attract me to their car. They frightened me and I knew I had to focus on Huey so that he would open the door. I didn't like standing outside in my maids' outfit with my behind exposed to anyone who cared to look.

I answered Huey in as good a French accent as I could muster "Monsieur, I understood that you needed a French maid to do your bidding. I am here to do as you please." With those words the door opened.

There was Huey in all of his glory looking as pleased as he could be. "Odette huh, well that's good. You are still bitch to me. Come in and let me have a look at you."

I passed Huey and saw him look out towards the men in the red car who were obviously disappointed that I had entered the house. They offered Huey some abusive words and proceeded down the street at a high rate of speed.

Huey closed the door said something about jerks and returned his attention towards me "Turn around so that I can see what kind of a French maid you make."

I was standing in his living room and slowly turned as Huey had requested.

"You do have an amazing selection of clothing, bitch. I tell you what, why don't you go into the kitchen, and under the sink you will find a bucket and some cleaner. Go clean up the bathroom."

I found the bucket and cleaner and a sponge and then found the bathroom. The floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. I filled the bucket with water from the bathtub and was about to begin cleaning when Huey requested my presence "Get in here French bitch." I went back into the living room.

"Get me a beer from the refrigerator bitch." I went back to the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator and eventually found a glass and brought it back to Huey. "I hope you're a better maid than you are a waitress. Ain't you supposed to bring stuff to me on a tray? Why don't you go back into the kitchen, find a tray and try it again."

I went back into the kitchen and looked around. I spotted a set of small TV tables in the corner and removed a tray from one of the tables. Pleased with my ingenuity I returned to the living room with the beer and glass perched on the TV tray. As I approached Huey he said "Hold on. Pour the beer into the glass like you're supposed to." I did as he requested.

Huey reached over to the side of his chair and said "I have a little present for you that I'm sure you will love." I saw him bring back a jar of Vaseline that had a purple jelly dildo immersed head first in the jar. The dildo wasn't immense, it looked to be six of seven inches long and it had the diameter of an average penis. I knew immediately where it was going.

"I need you to turn around and to bend over." I turned and bent at the waist, knowing that my petticoat would angle up and expose my panties. I remained in the awkward position of having Huey look at my exposed ass for some time. "Now that has to be the cutest panties that I have seen in a long time. What do you have to say about that?" he asked.

"Why thank you Monsieur." is all I could think to say.

I put the tray on the floor but Huey said "No, no, keep the tray in the air. We are going to play a game. I am going to pull down these cute little panties of yours and then I'm going to take this here plastic cock and stick it right up your ass. Now I know that you have had plenty of cocks up your ass so this shouldn't be a problem. Don't spill the beer, or I'll fuck you up the ass with that beer bottle."

He pulled my panties down to my knees and shoved his hand between my thighs forcing my legs apart. I could feel the cold Vaseline covered dildo pressing against my anus. I knew that I needed to relax and allow the probe to enter my body. I remained as still as possible so I wouldn't spill the beer. I had no desire to become intimate with that beer bottle. The dildo finally slid in and I felt him press the rod into me as far as it would go. Huey then pulled my panties up, slapped my on my ass and told me to stand up and to turn around.

I turned and he saw that the glass was still full and that I hadn't spilled a drop. "Okay French bitch you took in that cock real well. Now put the beer down and go get me a towel so I can wipe off my hands." I turned and heard him say, "Hey bitch, aren't you supposed to curtsy when you leave."

I guess I missed that in the rulebook. I wasn't exactly sure how to curtsy. I remember seeing girls grabbing the sides of their dresses and bending at the knees. I still had the tray in my hands and my petticoat already held out my dress so I faced Huey and made a little dip at the knees. I gave Huey a "Oui Monsieur" and left the room.

I returned with a towel from the bathroom and he took the towel, wiped off his hands and then threw the towel back at me. "Take that towel into the utility room and wash it with all of the clothes in there. While the washing machine is running you can clean the bathroom. You'll find an ironing board and iron in the utility room. After the clothes are washed and dried I want you to iron everything. Burn anything with the iron and I'll use the iron on your dick. If you do a good job here today that cock up your ass is the only cock you are going to see today. If I think you do a bad job then you're going to get a visit from my little friend here" and he grabbed his crotch and laughed. "Don't even think of removing that cock or I'll shove one twice as big up your ass. Now get going."

I answered "Oui Monsieur," curtsied and headed off to do my duties. I sorted the laundry and started with the whites. After I got the wash machine working I went back to the bathroom and thoroughly cleaned the room. I cleaned the floor on my knees, cleaned the toilet and then cleaned out the bathtub with the same sponge. I cleaned the mirror, straightened out the medicine chest and even cleaned the window and windowsill. Through the entire process the dildo remained in me causing me to feel as if I needed a bowel movement. The end of the dildo pressed against my panties but could escape no further. Periodically I returned to the utility room to move clothes from the washer to the dryer to the hangers. When I exhausted all of the cleaning possibilities in the room, I went back to the utility room and ironed everything. I even ironed the towels, something I never did for myself. I finally went back to the living room to inform Huey that I had completed his requirements.

"Excuse me Monsieur, I have cleaned the bathroom as you requested. I have also cleaned and ironed all of the laundry. Is there anything more I can do?" hoping to be dismissed.

Huey turned to me, squinched his eyes and told me to turn around and to bend over. He stood up, walked over to me and felt my ass assuring himself that the dildo was still present. He pushed the dildo in further with his finger and he told me to remain in that position until he came back. I assumed that he was just going to look at the job I had done on the bathroom but he apparently felt the need to relieve himself. He took his time about it finally emerging what seemed like 10 minutes later. I had put my hands on my legs to serve as a brace and to relieve the stress on my back. He walked behind me, slapped my ass and said "good job Frenchy."

"Stand up and turn towards me." I stood and turned as instructed. "There is something about your look that bothers me. Your legs look good and I like your tits but your don't really have the right eyebrows. Take these tweezers and make those eyebrows thin, like a movie star." He handed me a picture of Madonna and a pair of tweezers and said, "Go in the bathroom and fix those eyebrows."

I tried to argue that my face wasn't the right shape for such severely shaped brows but he told me to tweeze them or shave them off and draw them in. I knew that some eyebrows was better then no eyebrows so I resigned myself to tweezing to a very feminine look.

I had to work on my eyebrows for over 30 minutes and it hurt like hell. I have no idea how I'm going to appear in public with these brows. I finally developed the subtle curve from wide to thin. I didn't have an eyebrow pencil so I couldn't finish off the brow like I should.

I entered the living room again and asked "Monsieur" if he was pleased with my eyebrows. He looked at my face, smiled and said, "That's better. If you are going to be a bitch you need to look like a bitch. There is a vacuum cleaner in the closet. Go get it and vacuum the rest of the house." I dutifully answered "Oui Monsieur," curtsied and proceeded with my assigned task.

I vacuumed every square inch of that house. I vacuumed every room but the garage. I knew that house from top to bottom.

"French bitch, you do good work. I think I should invite you over for one of my poker parties. You would really like that. You could provide the entertainment."

Obviously an assignment that I would avoid at all costs.

"I think you've put in a good days work. I was thinking of having you give me a blowjob but maybe you've done enough for me today. Let's go over to your place and pick out the pretty dress that you're going to wear for me tomorrow." Then he opened the door.

I didn't want him to go to my house because he would see that I had moved most of my belongings. I certainly didn't have any girly clothes on hand. I tried to divert his attention with the only method I had available. Sex. "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do for you Huey?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. "You really are big and strong and you were right when you said that I enjoyed sucking on your big dick. Are you sure you don't want me to give you a going away blowjob?

"Well I'm sure you dream about my dick every night. When you go home at night you probably put on some lacy little lingerie and dream about my dick as you pull your pud. Just remember that you're the sissy faggot around here. Maybe I've been too nice to you. I don't want you getting any ideas about you being my girlfriend or anything. I keep you around for entertainment, not because I'm in love with you. When I want sex from you I'll tell you. Now lets go across the street and see what you're going to wear tomorrow." He then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out the door.

We walked across the street to my house, Huey in his standard sweatshirt and blue jeans, me in my frilly maids outfit. We entered my door and I knew the sparks would fly.

"What the fuck is this? Where is all of your shit?" He had me by my arm and dragged me from room to room, looking at the almost empty rooms. We got to the bedroom and he looked into both closets. My man closet still had clothing in it but my girly closet was empty.

Huey became more agitated and continued to hold onto my arm preventing my escape. We continued through the remaining rooms looking for my things. Rex was barking his fool head off and Huey told me to shut him up or that he would make sure that he would be quiet. I went to move Rex into my workroom and Huey said "Lets have a look in there" and he pulled the door to my workroom open.

I had my project all laid out on the workbench including the dildo/recorder and the pussy/receiver. Version 1.0 of my instruction manual was also on the bench, as was some preliminary marketing information. Huey probably would have overlooked it but the dildo was too obvious and prominent and it didn't take much imagination as to what the sleeve was for. Huey looked at the material and said to me "Now you have got to show me how this works."

I tried to hem and haw my way out of it but Huey was too smart. Huey was an ass but he wasn't an idiot. I eventually told him how I could do things to the dildo that would be transferred to the pussy sleeve. "So lets see if I have this right, you can stand over there and give me a blowjob without even touching me, is that right?" Of course he was right. But he still didn't grasp the looping function, which allowed me to perform an act two, or three times on the dildo and have it reproduced an infinite number of times in the auto-pussy.

Huey looked through the manual (which I must say is well written and equally well illustrated), and noted the pussy lubricant on the bench. He picked up all of the equipment. We locked Rex in the workroom and went back to my bedroom. Huey took off his shoes and pants and sat down in a chair. He had me get on my knees in front of him and suck on his dick to make it hard. I did as requested and then he had me lubricate his dick and place the pussy on to his penis.

Huey warned me the entire time that if I were screwing with him that he would cut my balls off. I positioned the equipment as carefully as I could and turned it on. I then picked up the dildo and turned it on and stroked it a few times with my hand and then put the dildo in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head and then thrusting the shaft back and forth in my mouth. I saw Huey's eyes glaze over which told me that unit was working properly. I took the dildo out of my mouth and placed it in standby mode, knowing that the infinite loop would cause Huey to eventually ejaculate.

Huey said, "This thing is fucking amazing. You are a good cocksucker but this thing is better. Everyone should have one of these." Those were exactly my sentiments. "I want to see how it feels when you put that dildo up your ass. Hop on the bed and take that thing up your ass.

I removed my panties and took out the purple jelly dildo that had been up my rectum for the last two hours. I then turned on the recorder dildo, laid face down on the bed and placed the recording dildo up my ass. I moved it in and out of my rectum a few times and soon Huey had the look of bliss on his face. He did enjoy my toys.

After a few minutes Huey got up and grabbed my neck pinning me to the bed. With one hand he removed the auto-pussy and pulled up my skirt and pulled the dildo out of my ass.

He mounted me, saying something about how he wanted to compare the machine with the real thing and proceeded to fuck me up my ass. He continued pumping until I felt his warm cum squirt into my ass.

Huey got up, took off my pillowcase and wiped his shit-covered dick with it and "thanked" me for the delightful evening. "I can see that you are thinking of leaving but you aren't going to leave until I let you. I'm taking this gizmo because I like it and I'm taking your dog. Come over tomorrow at six and wear something nice and be nice to me or I won't hurt you, I'll hurt your dog." He then got dressed and took all of my toys with him. Worst of all, he took Rex.

I actually cried. I must have lay on that bed for two hours, sobbing and wondering what to do. Should I go out and buy a gun? Maybe I could break into his house and steel Rex back and then take off. Could I hire some goons to work over Huey? Where do you get goons? How much do goons cost? Something had to happen, I just didn't know what. I was distraught. Huey had my project and he had my valiant Rex. All I had was new eyebrows and a domineering neighbor who was determined to subjugate me beyond my wildest imagination.

I eventually fell asleep, still in my maids' outfit. In the middle of the night I woke up and decided to clean myself up and to shower. The shower made me feel cleaner but not better. I inspected my eyebrows, which actually would look good on a girl but were going to cause me a lot of pain. How long does it take eyebrows to grow out? What does it matter since Huey would just make me pluck them again. Huey. The thought of him just made me sick. Then I thought how he had Rex. I had to do something.

As I was walking back to my bedroom I noticed red flashing lights in the front of my house. Actually they were in front of Big Huey's house. I looked and saw 2 police cars and a fire truck in front of his house. I then heard a familiar scratching at my front door.

I ran to the door and let in my pal Rex. He merrily walked in chewing on his brand new toy, the dildo recorder that I had given to Huey. Now Rex did like to chew and he outdid himself on the dildo. There were holes up and down the thing and he seemed to have paid a lot of attention to the head of the dick. What the heck happened to Huey?

I put on some man clothes and crossed the street. By this time men were closing the door on an ambulance and it was apparent someone was being taken to the hospital.

I walked up to a policeman and asked, "What's going on, is Huey all right?"

He looked at me and said "Who are you and why are you asking?"

I told the man that I lived across the street and that "I was a friend of Huey" (what a lie). He looked at me strangely and I realized that he was looking at my eyebrows. My face turned red, although in the dark and with the emergency lights bouncing off everything I'm sure my face color wasn't apparent.

He smiled a little and asked, "Just how close of a friend are you?"

Well this was payback time. I had my dog back and half of my project back. If I could work this properly I might be able to get the rest of my things back. I smiled brightly and said, "Oh, I see Huey almost every night. We're very close. I clean his house and his yard and just take care of a lot of his needs. Did he hurt himself with those toys of his? I told him that he didn't need to fool around with that stuff. He didn't need those toys. They made me feel like I didn't take proper care of him. He knows that I would do anything for him. Just ask him."

Smiling more broadly the policeman said "Well he's going to County General Emergency Hospital, you may want to stop in. You said that you cleaned his house for him. It's a mess right now."

I said "Let me take care of that for him. It's the least that I can do." I walked towards the house with the policeman as other policemen and firemen were leaving the house. This tragedy seemed to have left these people in good spirits, everyone was laughing and joking.

I entered the house and knew just where to go. I opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink and removed a bucket and some cleaner and filled the bucket with hot sudsy water. I took some rubber gloves out from under the sink, put them on and asked the policeman "Did he mess up the bedroom?"

The policeman assured me that the mess was in there so I headed directly to the bedroom. It wasn't as bad as I had expected. I saw a diaper lying on the floor with blood on it. The bed had chains and combination locks located at the four corners, which presumably had been attached to Hueys' arms and legs. A large baby bottle and rattle sat on the night table. It looks like Huey had his own little fetish secrets where he pretended to be a baby and his play included bondage. He threw in my masturbating machine and must have been having a really fun time. Since the sleeve reproduces everything happening to the dildo, I'm guessing the fun ended when Rex somehow got hold of the dildo and took an incredible interest in the device.

I wiped up the floor, removed the bedclothes and picked up the diaper, hiding the auto-pussy. We walked out of the room and I threw the bedclothes in the utility room and walked outside and threw the diaper and auto-pussy outside into the garbage can, where I would retrieve it later.

The kind policeman informed me that someone was walking his dog passed Huey's house and heard blood curdling screaming which caused the man to call the police. When the police arrived they broke down the door and found Huey in a diaper secured to the four posts of his bed yelling for all he was worth for them to get him free. They got a bolt cutter from the car and when they got back inside the house Huey had released one of his arms and had pulled off his diaper and thrown it into the corner. That's how they knew the Huey had locked himself in; he knew the combination to the locks. The problem was with the light off, he couldn't properly work the lock. When daylight came he would have been able to free himself. The policemen had turned on the light, which allowed Huey to properly work the lock.

'To increase his fun he had placed his penis in some type of device, but it looks like he set the thing on too tight so Huey got much more than he had bargained for. The policemen cut off the other locks and sort of left Huey to himself until the Emergency Medical Technicians came, bandaged him up and took him off to the hospital" said the policeman.

Periodically the policeman would ask me questions and I would give him outrageous answers salted heavily with sexual innuendo. "Have I known Huey long?" he asked. I replied, "I've known Huey long and short but I prefer him long." Question, "Do you go out together?" Answer, "No Huey usually goes in and out although sometimes he likes it if I go in and out." We went on like that for sometime with me giving every indication that Huey and I enjoyed a mutual sexual relationship.

Eventually I was escorted out of the house and the policeman secured the doors to Huey's house. I made my way back to my home, returning an hour later to retrieve the auto-pussy. I left my home that day never to return.

 

Epilogue – One year later

Well, my combination dildo and auto-pussy have been a big hit. They are very popular, you have probably seen them advertised on numerous web sites. I get the parts made overseas in four different factories and then have them assembled near my home.

I now have a much different life. I own my home now and it's quite large. There is truth to the rumor that money attracts women because suddenly I have a full social calendar. Rex is doing well, in fact he too has a lady friend Emma, also a French Poodle who shares the house with us.

Huey is just a bad memory for me. I hear that he is still on the police force but that his nickname has been changed from Big Huey to Baby Huey (although not to his face). He wasn't too badly damaged, some sutures were needed and I understand Huey's not quite as big as he used to be if you know what I mean. He came up with some story about how some gang members had broken into his house and had tied him up, etc. but no one believes it.

I still tinker and make improvements to my device. One of the first improvements was to put a safety limit on the auto-pussy to prevent another penis gnashing event. I certainly don't want that to happen again.

I have a new project that I will be rolling out soon. It's an auto-pussy dildo combination that can be networked. My friends and I connect up through the Internet and we have on line penis / auto-pussy sessions. It's amazing the range of unique and clever variations multiple people can come up with. The new auto-pussy will include a set of masturbation techniques on disk that can be loaded on to the pussy. You can't really find a favorite because each one is better than the last. Be sure to check your favorite web sites for purchase information.

  

  

  

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