Is This Really What You Want

by: Anyport

 

Cheryl stretched out on the lounge and extended her leg in the air. She pointed the toe and turned it left and right, smiling as she examined the perfect limb. ‘How Greg loves my legs’, she thought as she recalled the previous night when he’d spent an eternity licking and kissing her feet and legs on the way up to her pussy. She had to admit, Greg really was very good with his mouth and in particular, his long, long tongue. Which was just as well, since he was less than adequately endowed in other areas.

But then physically Greg was not all that large in any area. He was quite slim, no more than 28" waist, and he wasn’t particularly tall either, at 5’7" he was only a fraction taller than Cheryl and when she wore high heels, which she invariably did and always a minimum of 3", she towered over him. On more than one occasion friends had asked why she bothered with someone so short, she usually replied that she was comfortable around him and he wasn’t too demanding. Both of which were true, after all, despite his physical inadequacies he was very good looking, if slightly effeminate. His thick brown hair and startling green eyes caused most women to look twice when he passed them in the street.

Cheryl frowned as she examined her foot, was that a small chip on her nail varnish she wondered. She bent her knee and examined the offending nail more closely, sure enough the bright red polish she’d applied the other night had the smallest of chips on the nail of her big toe.

"DAMN", she exclaimed and automatically reached for her make up bag to repair the damage.

Being something of a perfectionist she would normally have to remove the polish and re-apply her usual 4 coats. But today was her first day off in weeks and she had no intention of wasting her time on her nail polish, so she dabbed a little onto the chipped area, extended her leg once again and nodded her satisfaction at the repair.

"That will have to do for now, I suppose I’ll have to do them again later." She said out loud, and then smiled as a thought came to her, "Greg is always saying he’d do anything for me, I wonder if that includes painting my nails?" She grinned at the prospect, "Probably not," she decided, "but it was a nice thought."

With a sigh, Cheryl drained the last of her coffee then sauntered into the bedroom to find her body lotion. She fully intended to pamper herself as much as possible today and as she slipped her gown from her shoulders before smoothing the cream over her body, she paused to stare at herself in the mirror. She was justifiably proud of her body, a shapely 37-24-36 and firm as a teenager despite her 28 years. There was a glint in her beautiful almond shaped hazel eyes as she turned slowly to admire her reflection; her thick, wavy long black hair fell in cascades down her back as she turned to better see her perfectly rounded bottom.

She was seriously considering returning to bed for an hour with one of her sex toys when something caught her eye in the mirror. She bent to look under the bed and was surprised to find Greg’s lap top computer. She knew he never went anywhere without it and was amazed to find it here. Then with a smile she remembered the fact that he’d left in somewhat of a hurry since, at her insistence, he’d lingered in bed a lot longer than he’d originally intended. She decided to call his office just in case he needed it.

"Hi Sally this is Cheryl, is Greg in please?"

"I’m sorry Cheryl he’s out for the day, can I take a message?"

"It’s probably not important, but he left his computer here and I was wondering if he needed it."

"I doubt it Cheryl, he’s in meetings all day, but I’ll get a message to him just in case."

"Thanks Sally, see you."

"Bye Cheryl, let’s have a drink some time we can dig through all the dirt on Greg."

Cheryl laughed and after agreeing to meet soon hung up the phone. Within minutes it rang again.

"Cheryl it’s Greg, my ermm, my computer, you haven’t ermm, that is please don’t open it there’s some confidential stuff, business details and such in it, okay?"

"Sure Greg, I had no intention of opening it anyway." She heard what sounded like a sigh of relief and then he thanked her and said he needed to hurry back to the meeting and he’d see her tonight.

Before he called Cheryl had no interest whatsoever in his computer, but suddenly she couldn’t get her mind off it. What could possibly be so important that he left a meeting just to ask her not to read it? Surely he didn’t suspect her of industrial espionage particularly since she was far more successful designing computer software than he was selling greetings cards, or whatever it was he did. The more she thought about it the more annoyed and curious she became until finally she could stand it no longer, she had to know.

She poured herself another coffee and then opened up the laptop. The first thing she noticed was that it was fully charged, so before she did anything else she made sure the lead to her computer fitted Greg’s, it did so she connected it up and continued the boot up. She had no idea what she was looking for or for that matter if there was anything to find, but she kept going anyway. The first and most logical place to look was in the word processor. She opened it up and wasn’t surprised to find that many of the documents were password protected, but then something odd occurred to her. It seemed all the documents with business titles were open, whereas the ones with more obscure titles such as, ‘The Training of Michael’ and "The Transformation of Trevor’ were protected.

It was quite possible that they were something to do with staff training, but why were they protected when budget documents weren’t. Cheryl’s curiosity was now well and truly piqued. She made a couple of tentative efforts at passwords, but wasn’t particularly surprised when they failed. She sat back and sipped her coffee while she pondered the problem, then she smiled as she recalled a conversation she’d had with Greg a few weeks earlier. They’d been discussing passwords and he said he had trouble remembering them particularly since he liked to change them regularly, Cheryl had suggested he do what she did, since passwords are case sensitive just use the same word but rotate the capitals letters. She jumped up and almost ran into her office area searching through some floppy discs until she located the one she needed, then she rushed back and inserted it in the computer.

Because she couldn’t be bothered going through all the alternatives when she rotated the capitals in her password, which happened to be ‘Cheryl’, she’d designed a small programme to do it for her. Now all she needed was the word he used and hopefully she’d be in. After highlighting the title, she typed Greg into the search engine and clicked ‘go’ on the programme. To her delight in a matter of seconds there was a satisfying ‘ding’ and the correct password appeared on the screen. It was ‘GreG’, "So he took my advice." She said, "Very sensible Greg." She clicked ‘okay’ and the document opened.

She soon learned that this was no business document, but was in fact what appeared to be a short story. By the end of the first page she also realised this wasn’t just any short story, it was pornography and very kinky porn’ at that. The main character, ‘Michael’ had fallen into the clutches of a mysterious woman and seemed unable to escape. What was more, by page three she had him tied to the bed and was doing all sorts of unspeakable things to him. By the end of the story she’d forced him to dress as her maid and he lived happily ever after in her service.

Cheryl quickly loaded the next story, although the plot was different, this time the hapless victim was trapped by his landlady, the main premise was the same. He was gradually transformed into a female and forced to live out the rest of his life as a transvestite. There were nine stories altogether and they all revolved around the same central theme, female domination with varying degrees of cruelty and humiliation involved. There was however one particular story that Cheryl read over several times, it was called ‘Stephen becomes Stephanie’. Cheryl grinned; she really must have a word with Greg about his story titles. As she read through the story something really odd struck her, not only was the description of the male character remarkably similar to Greg, but also the female was almost certainly Cheryl, even down to the small butterfly tattoo on her left buttock. She had to admit Greg was extremely complimentary about her, describing her as ‘the most beautiful woman he’d ever met’ and ‘having the face of an angel’, as well as several other equally complimentary descriptions.

She copied this and three other stories she’d particularly enjoyed onto a floppy and then, after ensuring she’d removed all trace of her ‘prying’ she was about to shut down when it occurred to her there might be something interesting in his ‘Bookmarks’. So she quickly copied these too and then shut down.

After making herself another cup of coffee she logged on to the Internet on her desktop and opened Greg’s bookmarks. Most of them were of no interest whatsoever, but then she noticed an odd folder called, ‘Weather’. To her knowledge Greg had never been particularly interested in the weather, so why would he have a whole folder listed on his bookmarks? Naturally she opened it and wasn’t surprised to find there was absolutely no reference to the weather at all. Instead there were addresses to many Female Domination and Cross-Dressing sites. This was a whole world Cheryl knew almost nothing about and she spent the next couple of hours researching it.

By lunchtime she very well informed about the practices of ‘Femdom’ and all the associated fetishes such as ‘B&D’, ‘S&M’, ‘Forced fem’ and many others. As she sat back to consider this latest information she was amazed to realise her panties were soaking wet and she was extremely turned on. Sliding her hand between her thighs, she stroked the outside of her wet panties. ‘It’s a pity Greg isn’t here now, I’m sure I could persuade him to use that lovely tongue of his on me.’ She sighed at the thought and decided an hour in bed might be most enjoyable.

She quickly slipped out of her clothes and climbed into bed then snuggled under the covers for a few minutes before slowly sliding her crossed arms from her shoulders down to her erect nipples. She tweaked both nipples gently and sighed as a wave of pleasure ran through her body. An insistent ringing interrupted her as someone leaned heavily on her doorbell. Her hands froze over her breasts and she decided to ignore whoever it was. But the ringing persisted and it seemed her visitor had no intention of leaving. Cheryl pulled a gown over her naked body and stormed through the lounge room to the door intent on giving her unwanted caller a piece of her mind.

Without checking she flung the door open and growled, "Who the hell…?" Then she saw who her visitor was and stopped in mid sentence. "Greg, what are you doing here?"

"Hello Cheryl." He smiled nervously, "I thought I’d just pop round and collect my lap top."

Without waiting for an invitation he walked past her into the lounge and straight through into the bedroom where he’d left his computer. Her initial reaction was one of anger. With typical female logic she was furious that Greg hadn’t trusted her with his computer, this despite the fact that he was correct.

She was on the verge of abusing him when he bent over to retrieve his computer Giving Cheryl a perfect view of his impressive behind. She quickly composed herself deciding to take advantage of Greg’s unexpected visit by spending a little quality time with his tongue. As he straightened up with the computer in his hand she moved close to him and slid her arms round his neck, kissing him passionately on the lips.

"I was just thinking about you and that wonderful tongue of yours." She breathed softly, "Since you’re here why don’t we get into bed and you can show me again just how talented you are."

Greg pulled her arms from his neck and walked out of the bedroom, saying, "I’m sorry Cheryl, I don’t have time right now, but I’ll see you tonight okay?"

This incensed Cheryl re-igniting the anger she’d just controlled, "NO DAMN IT, it isn’t okay, if you can spare the time to collect that bloody computer you can spare the time to satisfy me too, now get the hell back into that bedroom and wait for me." Greg turned to face her, his mouth open in shocked disbelief.

As he recovered from her outburst he stammered, "Bbbutt, Chher…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP and do as you’re told." She demanded. Then tried hard to hide her shock as he meekly turned and headed toward the bedroom.

"Oh I can see I’m going to like this new arrangement." Cheryl whispered quietly to herself as she followed him into the bedroom closing the door behind her.

She stood quietly leaning against the door as she watched Greg. He opened his mouth to say something but words failed him. He lowered his gaze and stared at her feet as if waiting for his next instruction.

Cheryl realised how profitable her morning’s research had been as she walked slowly over to the bed allowing the gown to fall from her shoulders. She lay down and spread her legs slightly, and then pointing to her feet she said, "You can start there and work your way up."

Greg made the mistake of hesitating and she yelled, "NOW." Causing him to fall to his knees at her feet. "STOP." She commanded enjoying her newfound power, "Get out of those clothes first, I might decide I want to use some other part of your body before I’m finished."

Greg quickly threw his clothes off and returned to her foot taking it in his mouth and slowly licking it from toe to heel. Cheryl struggled to hide her astonishment at the ease with which Greg accepted her authority. She assumed it was in part because he secretly craved it, but before she could analyze it any further Greg began licking her foot and moving up her ankle and leg and she became pre-occupied with her own pleasure.

Under normal circumstances Cheryl would have been content to allow Greg to lick and nibble his way up one leg, ignoring the other as he brought her ever closer to climax. But power, as she’d once read somewhere, was indeed an aphrodisiac and the stimulation she gained from delaying her own orgasm by directing Greg to slow down. Or to return to the calf or some other area he’d not given enough time to, was in itself almost as exciting as the inevitable orgasm.

Actually that wasn’t quite true, it was safe to say that never, in her entire experience, had she ever achieved a climax even remotely close to the intensity of the orgasm she felt that day. Poor Greg was helpless against the onslaught as she forced his face against her sex crushing his head between her thighs and filling her fists with his thick hair as she spasmed and rocked against his juice covered face. Leaving him gasping for air when she eventually released him for her death grip.

As she lay back on the bed totally exhausted, Greg waited politely, unsure whether he should sidle out quietly or wait for her next command, such was the manner in which she’d taken charge. After several minutes during which time Cheryl managed to bring her breathing back to more normal levels, she finally opened her eyes and smiled at Greg.

"Thank you Greg, that was most enjoyable. Now I think perhaps you’d better get off to work, I’d hate to see you get in any trouble." She smiled coyly.

Greg dressed quickly under her ever-watchful eye and as he attempted to make good his escape she fired one closing salvo, "By the way Greg, don’t be late tonight I have plans for you."

Greg paused then turning to face her he attempted one last show of bravado, "Tonight? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it tonight, not now, I’m going to be very busy catching up on my work."

Cheryl waited silently until he’d finished then casually said, "Then you’d better hurry up and get started hadn’t you? I’ll expect you at seven prompt."

Greg considered his options but before he could respond she added, "Well don’t just stand there, get going, NOW."

The force of the final word had Greg hurrying for the door and left Cheryl laughing happily as she contemplated her newfound power.

After a quick shower and an equally hurried sandwich, Cheryl raced out of the house to do some shopping. She arrived home around 4.00pm and immediately returned to her studies of the art of female domination and feminization of men. By six o’clock she’d pretty much formulated her plans and as she readied herself for the evening, she again discovered a wet patch at the crotch of her knickers. Glancing at her watch, she decided that much as she would enjoy it, there was no time to spare on pleasuring herself, perhaps she’d let Greg do it when he arrived.

She just returned to the lounge room when the front doorbell rang. Checking her watch she was pleased to see it was exactly 7.00pm. She let Greg in without comment and returned to the lounge room where she sat down on the sofa crossing her glorious legs as she did so. She indicated for Greg to take the chair opposite and as he began to remove his jacket before sitting she said.

"Best leave that on for now, you may not be staying too long."

Greg looked totally confused and it was obvious he wanted to ask why, but instead he remained silent, nervously waiting for Cheryl to continue. Cheryl remained silent for quite some time; she noted that his eyes, while directed at the floor, kept wandering upwards to steal a glance at the exposed thigh above her stocking top. Although Cheryl had almost never worn stockings before, she’d soon mastered the art of sitting in such a way as to allow her skirt to ‘accidentally’ ride up her thigh just slightly. And Greg’s reaction was almost exactly as the femdom sites on the net had said it would be.

As he continued to fidget in his seat she finally decided to speak. "I’ve made a decision Greg, for a while now I’ve been corresponding with someone on the Internet, and, well not to put too fine a point on it, he’s asked me if he can move in with me."

Greg looked horrified and opened his mouth to protest, only to be silenced by Cheryl’s raised hand. "Let me finish. He doesn’t want to be my boyfriend or anything like that, actually..." She hesitated as if trying to find the right words, "He wants to be my maid."

Cheryl had no idea where that came from, she’d intended to say manservant, but somehow maid had fitted the occasion better.

"Anyway, I felt it was only fair to tell you, I mean later on who knows, perhaps you can call round and we can have dinner or something, but, well Sammy will be taking care of my other needs."

Cheryl almost laughed as she realized she’d used the name of her neighbour’s cat, surely Greg wouldn’t believe her now.

He sat in silence for several seconds before speaking. "Well couldn’t I…I mean I could move in and, I don’t know… clean or whatever it is you want. I can cook a little and I’m quite handy around the house."

"I’m sure you are Greg, and I’m flattered you would offer, but I don’t think you quite grasp the full implication of what I’m saying. Sammy will be my live in servant it’s true, but he’ll be more. He wants me to turn him into a female and treat him as such. Apparently it’s been one of his dreams for years and quite honestly the idea isn’t without merit from my point of view. I mean imagine having a man under my total control and willing to do anything I tell him. You can’t really blame me for being turned on now can you? Okay, he probably won’t have your talented tongue, but with training I’m sure he’ll soon learn."

"Anyway Greg, I thought it only fair to tell you as I said. I must admit I’ll be sorry to see you go, but who knows, perhaps things won’t work out with Sammy and if you’re still around…"

Cheryl left the rest unsaid as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs a la Sharon Stone, though Cheryl was wearing knickers and anyway she’d been nowhere near as blatant. But she noted with satisfaction that her efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed as Greg’s eyes returned to her bare thigh above the stocking.

He seemed to be summoning the courage to speak, and eventually blurted out in one quick sentence, "Couldn’t I take his place?"

He blushed as he said it and looked down at his feet.

Cheryl sighed, "Greg I obviously didn’t make myself clear, Sammy will be dressing in women’s clothes and I’ll be treating him as a female. Granted he isn’t as good looking as you, but with the right make up he should be okay."

"I understand perfectly." Greg assured her. "And while I’m not sure I would enjoy being dressed as a female all the time, I’m sure it would be alright sometimes…. If it would make you happy." He added hurriedly.

"Sorry Greg, it’s very sweet of you but I doubt you’d last five minutes, Sammy is very submissive and I’m sure you’d be arguing with me in no time."

Greg seemed almost affronted by the suggestion that he couldn’t be as submissive as this Sammy character. "Well why don’t you give me a try, what have you got to lose?" He offered.

Cheryl sat quietly for a while as if mulling over his proposal. In truth her stomach was doing cartwheels in excitement at the prospect of taking control of Greg’s life. She hadn’t really expected it to be this easy, or for him to accept her suggestion unconditionally and as a consequence was somewhat at a loss as to how she should respond.

Eventually she appeared to come to a decision, "Okay, I want you to go into the bathroom and shave every hair from your body except on you head, I’ll go into the bedroom and see if I can find any clothes to fit you. Well, what are you waiting for?" She demanded when Greg remained in his seat.

Suddenly galvanized into action he raced from the room and into the bathroom. Cheryl held her breath until she heard the water running in the shower, and then collapsed back on the sofa breathing an enormous sigh of relief. She’d done it, well at least the first and according to all she’d read, most important step.

When Greg returned from the bathroom he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist as Cheryl had instructed. She looked him over nodding her approval at his efforts, then nonchalantly handing him a bottle of plum nail polish she instructed him to apply three coats to his toenails. Then she walked out of the room before he could comment, adding, "I’ll do something about those dreadful finger nails of yours later."

When she returned some 10 minutes later, he was just finishing the final coat and, apart from a couple of minor smudges, he’d done an excellent job.

"As soon as it’s dry put these on." She handed him a pair of dark stockings and a black lace suspender belt. Then she returned to the sofa and sat quietly watching him.

Greg rolled the stockings and slid them over his feet. Cheryl thought about asking him where he’d learned that, but decided against any comment at this stage. As he stood up and attached both stockings to the suspender belt, Cheryl noticed the telltale bulge at the front of his towel. Without comment she left the room, returning almost immediately with a pair of black lace knickers, which she handed to him.

"You’d better put these on before that thing pushes your towel off." She indicated the bulge of his erection under the towel.

Greg turned crimson with embarrassment as he quickly pulled the lace garment over his legs and tucked himself into it before modestly replacing the towel around his waist.

Just then the doorbell rang. "Get that please Greg." Cheryl said in her best matter of fact voice.

Greg remained frozen to the spot staring first at Cheryl, then in the direction of the door.

Cheryl sighed and said, "This is the final time I’ll bother to say this or anything like it, you can either answer the door, or you can leave. If you intend to become my maid one of your duties will obviously be to answer the door, if this is beyond you then I suggest you go now I’m sure I can find a replacement for you quite quickly."

An odd expression came over Greg’s face and Cheryl thought for one awful minute that she’d gone too far and he was actually going to leave. But then she realized it was actually a look of determination or at the very least an effort in that direction.

He took one deep breath and walked out of the room to the front door, which he opened slowly standing behind it to hide his lower torso.

Cheryl followed him out saying, "Who is it Greg?"

Actually she already knew, while Greg had been in the bathroom she’d ordered pizza and since she always ordered from the same place, she was reasonably sure it would be the usual delivery guy.

Pushing past Greg, and in the process throwing the door wide open, Cheryl gave the visitor a full view of Greg in all his glory.

"Oh hi Todd, punctual as always." She smiled cheerily as she handed him the money and took the pizza from him.

She was disappointed when Todd didn’t return her smile, in fact he was oddly preoccupied by the sight of Greg’s legs, or more specifically, his stocking covered legs. Todd was actually quite an attractive guy in his early twenties. He was delivering pizza to help pay his expenses while he finished university and usually he flirted with Cheryl, but not tonight it seemed.

"Sorry?" He said eventually. "Oh hi Cheryl, as sexy as ever I see." He finally looked at Cheryl, though his eyes kept flicking down to Greg’s legs as he spoke.

‘Oh not you too,’ Cheryl thought as she smiled at his compliment.

"If I wasn’t about to eat I’d show you just how sexy I am Todd." She grinned. "By the way how’s the studying going?"

"Oh I’m getting there, only a couple more terms and I graduate, as long as I scrape through my exams of course." He added.

"Wow, just think, this time next year I’ll be getting my pizza delivered by a fully qualified architect, I suppose I’ll have to up the tip."

"You’d better believe it Cheryl." He took one final look at Greg then added. "Anyway, I can see you’re busy so I’d better get on. You know our motto, neither wind nor rain nor snapping hound shall keep us from our appointed delivery."

He turned to leave nodding slightly to Greg in what Cheryl realized was the first acknowledgement of his existence.

She closed the door and walked back into the lounge room, smiling as she heard Greg breath a sigh of relief.

They ate the pizza together in silence and once finished Cheryl was pleased to see Greg clear the plates and wine glasses without being told. She was even more pleased when she heard the water running in the kitchen and the sounds of crockery being washed. ‘I should have done this years ago’ she thought.

When she was sure he’d finished clearing up in the kitchen, Cheryl called Greg back into the lounge room.

As he walked in she snapped, "Oh for God’s sake Greg, take that ridiculous towel off, we both know what you’re wearing there’s not much point in trying to hide it now is there?"

Reluctantly Greg removed the towel and stood holding it as if afraid to release it.

Cheryl stood up and walked past him heading for the bedroom. "Well don’t just stand there, come in here it’s time to teach you about make up. Damn it Greg, throw the bloody towel in the hamper will you and come over here and sit down." She indicated the chair in front of the dressing table.

She removed some make up from one of the drawers; if Greg noticed the fact that it was all new he didn’t mention it. Then she began the painstaking task of transforming his face into that of a female. After the initial application of blusher, Cheryl had an inspiration. Telling Greg to wait where he was, she ran into her office to collect her digital camera, when she retuned she had Greg look directly into the lens and snapped his picture.

From then on, at each stage of his transformation she took another picture so that by the end of the process she had about a dozen shots of his face as she gradually changed his look. She loaded these into her computer and printed them handing Greg the results.

"From now on I expect you to devote any spare time to practicing putting make up on. If you follow these pictures step by step, you should be able to do a reasonable job of it in no time at all." Then she slid her hand under her skirt and rubbed the soaking wet crotch of her knickers. Removing her hand and looking at the glistening juices she smiled and added. "But right now you can use the tongue between those sexy shiny red lips of yours and make me happy."

She quickly stripped her dress off, and then dropped her bra on the floor as she stretched out on the bed. Judging from the expression on Greg’s face he was almost as excited by the sight of Cheryl in stockings and suspender as she was by his surprisingly attractive face.

She managed to highlight the green in his eyes by using a mixture of green and red eye shadows, then outlining the top and bottom lids with eyeliner pencil. The bright red lipstick and lip-gloss gave him a slightly slutty appearance, which was exactly what she’d intended. Tomorrow she’d have to do something about his hair and those awful eyebrows of his, but for now she was going to enjoy her new found power.

An hour or so later Cheryl stretched out on the bed sleepily. She’d already sent Greg to the spare room with instructions to work on his make up. He’d been instructed to take the camera with him, and remove and apply his face at least 6 times providing photographic evidence of each finished product in the morning. She’d also considered giving him permission to masturbate, but then decided against it, instead warning him of the dire consequences if she discovered he’d laid even so much as a finger on himself for anything other than toilet duties.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help smiling as she recalled the look on Greg’s face as she outlined his duties for the following morning.

"We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow Greg." She’d begun, "I want you to bring my breakfast in at exactly seven o’clock. I’ll have cereal, toast and jam, strong tea and tomato juice. Then, while I’m eating you can run my bath. While I’m taking a bath you can clear away the dishes and clean the kitchen. What time does your boss arrive?"

"Ermm, I don’t ermm seven thirty I think, why?" Greg was totally confused.

"Very well, at eight o’clock you can call him and resign effective immediately."

Greg stared in disbelief, "But I…." Was all he could say before a glare from Cheryl silenced him and he decided to approach it from a different angle.

"How will I afford to live if I’m not working?"

"You’ll move in with me of course, over the next couple of days I’ll arrange for your furniture and belongings to be packed up and put into storage. Then I’ll contact my estate agent and he can find a tenant for your flat. I’ll make up any shortfall between the rent and your mortgage; let’s call it your wages. Now, of to bed with you, you have a big day tomorrow."

"Yes Cheryl." He replied meekly.

Actually the truth was, he was quite pleased at the idea of quitting his job. It was a dead end job anyway and he really hated turning up each day for it. It’d be a pleasure to call his boss and tell him where he could shove his job.

He opened the door and started to walk out. "Oh and Greg, naturally I expect your face to be fully made up when you serve my food. I suppose you’ll have to wear the clothes you have on now. Wait a second, there’s a pretty frilly white apron in the bottom drawer of the kitchen; you can put that on too. Now, off you go and practice and you’d better take the alarm clock, I’ll buy you another one tomorrow when we go shopping."

While this wasn’t exactly the way he’d always fantasized, the truth was Greg was finding the whole situation really exciting. Perhaps later on he’d suggest a few ground rules but for now he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect, though he wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of going shopping, but then she might change her mind by tomorrow.

Unfortunately for Greg, Cheryl didn’t change her mind and right after breakfast she told him to get dressed and be ready to leave in ten minutes.

"Oh and be sure to wear the stockings and knickers under your jeans, no reason why you shouldn’t get used to wearing them is there?"

While not exactly overjoyed at the prospect of wearing female underwear in the street, Greg didn’t protest, after all, unless Cheryl drew attention to the fact no one would know.

Their first stop was at the beauty salon. Greg assumed Cheryl was making an appointment so he sat quietly in the foyer while she spoke with one of the women inside.

"Hi Cheryl, I didn’t know you had an appointment today."

"Hi Carmen, no I don’t, as a matter of fact I was hoping you might be able to squeeze me in." Cheryl replied.

"Sure, no problem, though I can’t see any problem with your hair at the moment, you only had it done last week didn’t you?" Carmen responded inspecting Cheryl’s lovely thick hair.

"Well to be honest it’s not for me." Cheryl grinned.

Carmen looked around but seeing no one except Greg in the foyer she frowned in confusion. "Well whoever it is for she must be very shy." She laughed.

"You don’t know how right you are," Cheryl laughed, "And it’s not a her it’s a him."

"Oh I see," Carmen nodded looking across at Greg. "Well we don’t do much in the way of men’s styling but I’ll give it a go if he doesn’t mind."

"Actually, he doesn’t have a choice in the matter and I don’t want a masculine cut, I want a very feminine one."

"Oh, I see," Carmen said slowly and then the truth of the situation suddenly dawned on her. "OH I SEE." She looked more carefully at the man in the foyer. "He doesn’t look, you know…" She dropped her hand down to indicate a limp wrist.

"No," Cheryl agreed, "that’s because he isn’t."

"Then why…" Once again Carmen looked confused, then the truth suddenly dawned on her. "You don’t mean…" She grabbed Cheryl by the arm and pulled her to a quieter part of the salon.

"You don’t mean you’re having one of those… you know that kinky stuff where you dress him up as a woman and…" She didn’t know how to continue but Cheryl smiled and nodded.

"I’m going to turn him into my maid." She confirmed.

"Your MAID?" Carmen asked in amazement, "You mean you’re going to…" She made a cutting motion with her fingers.

"Oh no," Cheryl laughed, "Nothing as radical as that, no yet at least. No what I want you to do is give him a really feminine hairstyle, oh and you could try and do something with those dreadful nails of his, though I don’t know what, a manicure at least."

Carmen recovered from her initial shock and grinned, "I’ve read about this sort of thing but I always thought it was a load of… well you know, but I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d get a chance to actually work on someone." She looked more carefully at Greg. "How far do you want me to go?" She asked.

"You have total freedom, anything you think will make him look more like a female. How long do you need?"

"I’d say it’s going to take at least a couple of hours, longer if I can." Carmen added.

"Tell you what, I have to go into the office for a while and I’m sure I can find something to occupy my time for a few hours." She checked her watch, "How about I come back at one o’clock, that’ll give you nearly four hours, enough?"

"Perfect, I’m sure I can weave a little magic in that time. Ermm, he does know what you’re doing doesn’t he?"

"Well, yes and no. He knows about the maid part, but I haven’t actually told him about this morning, but if you give me a sec’ I’ll explain things to him."

Cheryl walked back to the foyer and casually sat beside Greg. "Great news Greg," She said in a matter of fact voice. "They can fit you in."

Greg gave her a quizzical look then realized what she’d said. "Oh come on Cheryl, you don’t mean you want me to get my hair cut do you?"

"Not cut exactly," She corrected, "More styled, Carmen, that’s the attractive lady I was chatting to over there, anyway she’s agreed to fix you hair for you."

She could see Greg was about to protest and fixed him with a glare before adding, "And unless you’re thinking about moving out before you’ve even moved in, I suggest you do exactly, and I do mean EXACTLY what she tells you, is that clear?"

"But Cheryl I…" He began.

"I SAID is that clear?" She insisted.

"Quite clear Cheryl, yes." Greg whispered.

"Excellent, in that case I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of Carmen." She waved for Carmen to join them.

"You’re not leaving?" Greg asked in horror.

"I’m just nipping into the office for a while, you may as well get used to doing these things on your own, I’m not planning on holding your hand all the time you know."

She introduced Greg to Carmen adding, "Let me know if he gives you the slightest problems won’t you Carmen?"

"Oh don’t worry Cheryl, I’m sure Greg and I will get along just fine, won’t we Greg? Now, why don’t you follow me over to the chair and we can get started?"

Cheryl watched briefly as Greg followed Carmen into the salon, he glanced back quickly, but seeing the expression on Cheryl’s face he decided against any further protest. Cheryl nodded her approval and left the salon.

She was slightly longer than she’d expected at the office, and it was almost 1.30pm when she arrived back at the salon. She walked straight in and glanced around, apart from a blonde in the foyer there was only one other customer. Then she spotted Carmen at the back of the salon, she appeared to be tidying the bench top and there was no sign of Greg.

Walking straight through she reached Carmen before the girl had noticed her.

"Don’t tell me he left?" She asked in surprise.

"No of course not, you just passed him." Carmen grinned.

"No I didn’t, there was only the that blonde… OH MY GOD… Carmen you’re a genius." She walked quickly back to the foyer and Greg stood up to meet her nervously.

His thick hair was styled in very feminine waves, it was of medium length reaching just above his shoulders, the sides were layered and it was back combed at the top to give it extra height. A fringe added to the femininity of the look and of course Carmen had dyed it platinum blonde.

Cheryl had Greg turn around as she inspected it closely.

"Of course he will have to come back in a couple of weeks to have it topped up so to speak. Oh yes and I gave him some treatment shampoo because this degree of dyeing does cause some damage to the hair. I was going to do his eyebrows too, but decided to just shape them, I think the darker eyebrows look sexier to tell you the truth, but if you want…"

"No Carmen, it’s just perfect, you’ve done a sensational job. Oh WOW, what have you done to his nails?" She grabbed Greg’s hands and turned them over a couple of times to examine them. Instead of the short stubby fingernails, he now sported long shapely bright red nails.

Carmen grinned, "The wonders of modern acrylic. Though once again he’ll need to come in regularly to have them filled as they grow out."

"I thought you’d probably just stick some false nails on or something, but this is brilliant, Carmen you’ve outdone yourself."

Despite the fact that he now had a very feminine blonde hairstyle and talon like fingernails, Greg couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of pleasure at the results. It could so easily have turned into a disaster, but thanks to Carmen’s attention to detail he could feel almost proud of the way he looked.

After paying the bill, plus a considerable tip, Cheryl again thanked Carmen and led Greg out of the salon.

"Well what do you say we go and have some lunch before we start shopping?" She suggested. And while Greg would much rather have gone straight home, he was feeling quite hungry so he agreed to lunch.

They sat together in a small coffee lounge in the mall; there were several other patrons so they had to wait a few minutes to order.

Finally a waiter came over and asked, "And what can I get you two lovely ladies?" Greg could feel himself blushing and held up the menu to try to cover the fact.

Cheryl considered letting Greg order him self, but then thought better of it and ordered for both of them.

After lunch she led the way to a uniform shop. As they entered a man who could best be described as an English butler welcomed them.

"Good afternoon madam, my name is Hobson, how may I be of assistance to you?" He addressed Cheryl and almost totally ignored Greg.

"I need a couple of uniforms for my maid here." Cheryl grinned.

The man showed no reaction, he simply ushered Cheryl to a seat.

"Please madam, take a seat while I show you our range. Before we begin can I get you a cup of tea or coffee perhaps?"

Cheryl declined and Hobson continued, "What type of uniform did madam have in mind?"

Cheryl shrugged her shoulders, "I have no idea, just maid’s uniforms."

"Might I suggest the French maid style madam, it’s by far the most popular among our more specialized lines." He showed he a few photographs indicating the more popular styles. Cheryl chose the traditional cut which was a square neckline and an extremely short skirt. The full-length sleeves were trimmed with white lace, as was the neck.

"What about the hem madam, it can also be lace trimmed, or you may prefer the soft nylon chiffon petticoat. It comprises lots of layered ruffles, which give the uniform a much fuller look and quite an attractive appearance in my humble opinion."

Cheryl agreed to the petticoat and then came the material for the dress.

"By far the most popular is satin, poly satin of course, not the acetate satin which I feel wrinkles far too easily. And of course each uniform comes complete with white lace apron, either short or long, and white cap. Unless of course madam had something more… durable in mind. I find the P.V.C. is very popular particularly amongst the gay community."

Cheryl couldn’t help laughing at this, "No, the satin will be more than acceptable thank you. Mister Hobson I’ll take two in black and one in the pale pink."

"Certainly madam, I’ll just take a few measurements and I’ll have them made up for you in a couple of days. Oh and it’s just Hobson madam, not Mister."

"Hobson it is then," she smiled, and then realizing what he’d said Cheryl asked, "Did you say days? Actually I was hoping to take them with me right away."

"Oh no madam, I’m afraid that’s impossible you see we tailor each garment specifically to the clients requirements. I do have a selection of what could best be described as, off the peg uniforms." There was just a hint of distaste in his voice as he said this.

"They have elasticized sides to ensure a snug fit but I would only ever recommend them as a stop gap. I believe I do have one in the French maid style if you’d care to view it."

Cheryl glanced at her watch, they still had several places to go and time was getting away. "No, I’m quite sure it will do, if you say so."

"Very well madam I can see you’re in something of a hurry, so if you don’t mind I’ll get on with taking the measurements."

He produced a tape and began measuring Greg from neck to thigh and arm length before turning to Cheryl and asking. "Excuse me but will madam be fitting her maid with a corset?"

Cheryl was a little surprised at the question, "Ermm, I really hadn’t thought about it, what do you think, will it make much difference?"

"Oh absolutely madam, I would estimate a good corset would reduce your maid’s waist by at least four inches, possibly even more. Then of course there’s the breast size, will madam be fitting breast forms or were you considering implants?"

"I really hadn’t thought about that either to be honest, implants do sound appealing." She looked across at Greg to gauge his reaction, which as she’d expected was one of absolute horror. Deciding to let him off the hook, at least for now, she told Hobson to design the uniforms around breast forms.

"As madam wishes, naturally if you change your mind at a later date, we’ll make any alterations to the uniforms free of charge. He continued to take measurements and was soon finished. After a quick trip to a back room he returned carrying a box.

"This is the temporary garment madam." He handed the box to Greg without further comment. Then he made up the bill and passed it to Cheryl together with a business card. "This is a card for a lingerie shop, it’s only a couple of blocks away and I can guarantee the ladies discretion."

Cheryl smiled as she handed him a cheque, "And of course you wouldn’t happen to be receiving a commission from her."

"Better madam, I own the shop jointly with my wife in fact she is the lady who will attend to your needs."

"Well thank you Hobson, you’ve been most helpful." Cheryl said honestly. "Oh by the way, I don’t suppose you can recommend a good shoe store?"

He retrieved another card from behind the counter. "As a matter of fact I can, this young lady will render every assistance I assure you."

Cheryl accepted the card, "Don’t tell me, your sister?"

"Daughter madam." He replied straight-faced.

"What about your son, what sort of shop does he have?"

"Alas madam, he’s the black sheep of the family." He replied seriously.

"I know he’s a brothel keeper." Cheryl joked, and was surprised with the response.

"Much worse I’m afraid, he’s a lawyer. However I do have another daughter who runs a modeling agency and if madam is ever interested in a change of careers I’m sure she would be only too happy to help."

Cheryl was flattered, "Why thank you, I’m very happy at present, but you never know. Anyway, it’s been a pleasure and I’m sure we’ll see you again." As an afterthought she asked, "Ermm, these implants, I don’t suppose you know anyone who…"

"Certainly madam, I have a cousin who specializes in plastic surgery, if you ever have need of his services please feel free to call me."

"I just might do that." She replied as she left the shop.

As they were walking down the street Greg spoke for the first time since they’d entered the uniform shop. "You weren’t serious about the breast implants were you?" He asked nervously.

"Perhaps." Cheryl replied.

Their next port of call was the shoe shop; there they bought three pairs of shoes for Greg, one pair with what the assistant described as ‘the classic t-strap heel’ they had five-inch heels and it was all Greg could do to stand in them never mind walk. The assistant assured Cheryl that with practice he’d be fine. The second pair had what she claimed was, ‘a sexy new strappy hell with a re-styled four-inch spike’ and the third were the more traditional black patent leather shoes with three-inch heels and open toes. All three pairs were black and Greg could actually walk without stumbling in the latter pair.

Since he’d worn stockings under his jeans, it had just been a matter of removing his socks to try on the shoes, and then Cheryl decided that he should keep the third pair on and told the assistant to wrap his own shoes.

By the time they’d walked the distance between the shoe and lingerie shops, Greg was adjusting to the heels quite well. In fact Cheryl considered suggesting he change into the higher five-inch pair, but a stumble as they entered the shop changed her mind. After all what use would he be to her with a twisted ankle.

In the lingerie shop they bought a black satin and lace corset, a deep red satin corset, and a third garment which Mrs. Hobson said was to be fitted each night before the maid retired to help train his body to a better shape. Cheryl also bought a couple of push up bra’s a dozen pairs of black lace knickers and a dozen pairs of assorted satin knickers plus a pair of silicon breast forms. Then finally Greg’s ordeal was over and they returned home.

At Cheryl’s insistence Greg went straight to his room and changed into his uniform. Then she supervised him while he applied his make up.

As they were returning to the lounge room the doorbell rang. "Oh that’ll be the pizza. Ask him in would you Greg I’ll get the money."

Greg was about to protest, but knew he’d be wasting his time and anyway he’d have to face the outside world eventually and it might as well be with some delivery boy.

"Hi you order…." Todd never finished the sentence he was stunned into silence by the sight of Greg opening the door.

"Ask him to bring it in please." Cheryl called.

As they walked through Greg took the pizza from Todd and hurried to the relative safety of the kitchen while Todd joined Cheryl in the lounge room.

"Have you come into money or something Cheryl?" He asked.

"Not at all Todd, why do you ask?" She replied feigning ignorance.

"Well correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t recall you having a domestic on my last delivery here." He replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

"As a matter of fact I had, that’s Greg you met him last time you were here."

"Now wait just a minute, are you trying to tell me that the blonde bombshell of a maid that just opened the door for me, is a fucking fella?" Todd fell back onto one of the chairs.

"Absolutely," Cheryl replied, "Would you like me to call him in and lift his skirt so you can check?" She added.

"No of course… I mean, shit Cheryl he’s a doll, or is that SHE’S a doll, I mean he’s got tits and everything."

"Oh you noticed," She grinned, "and here’s me thinking you only had eyes for me. By the way, can I get you a glass of wine, or do you have more deliveries to do."

"As a matter of fact I’m finished for the evening, and I think I need a drink after the shock I’ve just had."

Cheryl called out for Greg, as he walked in Todd couldn’t help but stare at him. "Greg bring Todd a glass of wine please, and you might as well bring in the pizza, he’ll be staying for dinner you can have yours in the kitchen."

As they ate the pizza Todd questioned her about Greg, "Do you have sex with him dressed as a female?"

"Sometimes, why do you want to?"

"Not me no, I was just wondering if you did that’s all. Does he live here full time now?" He continued.

"Yes, he’s my permanent live in maid, but don’t worry, he has his own room, he doesn’t sleep with me unless I tell him to."

As Greg stood in the kitchen eating his pizza, he listened carefully to what was being said in the other room. Although he couldn’t really hear very much, it was fairly obvious that they were getting on extremely well from all the laughter, and he knew Cheryl had her eye on Todd. He was almost in tears as he realized that they were almost certainly going to sleep together and even though he knew there was no point in his being jealous, he couldn’t help it.

Later on Cheryl called Greg into the lounge room, "Todd and I are going to bed soon Greg, you may finish up tomorrow. For now you’d better go and get undressed so I can lace you into your night corset. Unless you’d like him to join us in bed Todd?" Both men responded with an instant "NO."

Despite the fact that Todd had seen him in his full maid’s uniform the whole night, there was something really humiliating about his knowing that Cheryl forced Greg to wear a corset to bed. He couldn’t help but blush as he left the lounge room and headed for his own room.

Cheryl arrived a few minutes later, with Todd behind her. "Todd was interested in seeing your night corset." She said, as though she was about to show him a stamp collection or something equally innocent.

Todd watched in fascination as she laced the corset tightly around Greg’s body pulling him in a good five inches.

"You know Greg, I do believe we’ll get you even slimmer than Hobson said. We might have to get your new uniforms adjusted much sooner than we’d expected."

As she finished her task and turned to walk out of the room, she stopped and turned back, "Incidentally, I’ll decide when and with whom you have any form of sexual relations, if I decide Todd is going to screw you, then that’s exactly what will happen and don’t you EVER dare to say no to me again, is that clear?" She glared in Greg’s direction.

"Yes Cheryl, sorry." Greg whispered.

"And that’s another thing, from now on you’ll address me and any of my guests as Mistress or Master, understand?"

"Yes… Mistress."

"Good, sleep well and remember to bring breakfast for two in the morning."

The following morning Greg took the breakfast tray in and went about his duties. Cheryl made a flippant suggestion that he should join them in the bed, but Todd quickly changed the subject, and by the time Cheryl had finished her bath, Todd was dressed and ready to leave, saying he had a class to prepare for.

For the next few days Greg went about his duties, he was even settling into a routine. Every morning he’d wake Cheryl with her breakfast, and then he’d run her bath and lay out her clothes for the day. Before she bathed, Cheryl would lace him into whichever day corset she’d selected for him, and then once dressed Greg would remove the tray from her bedroom and finish cleaning the kitchen before returning to assist Cheryl to dry her self and dress.

Unless Cheryl had other plans, his morning was spent cleaning the bedrooms and bathroom, followed by his studying for cookery classes, which to his chagrin Cheryl had promised to enroll him in at the next intake.

After lunch, usually something simple since he was not yet too skilled in cooking, Greg would spend an hour experimenting with his make up and around mid afternoon Cheryl was usually ready for ‘a little r and r’ as she called it. The rest of the afternoon was spent cooking the evening meal, obviously under Cheryl’s supervision. On two occasions it had been necessary for Greg to visit the markets for groceries. Luckily both times there had been very few people around, though he felt as if every eye was turned in his direction.

Then one evening Cheryl had a friend over for dinner. Actually she wanted to show off Greg, her friend Erin was a psychologist and Cheryl was curious what she would think of the situation.

"You really have gone a long way in a very short time Cheryl." Erin remarked after Greg had cleared the table. "I would have said it was impossible to transform a man to this extent unless of course you’re blackmailing him, you aren’t are you?"

"No of course not, I suspect he really enjoys being my maid and I know I enjoy having him so it’s a mutual arrangement."

"But how did you know he would co-operate in the first place?"

Cheryl didn’t reply, instead she called Greg in from the kitchen. "Yes Mistress Cheryl?" He said politely.

"I think you can go to bed now Greg, and just this once you can fasten your own night corset. Be sure to tighten it as much as possible won’t you?"

"Yes Mistress, goodnight Mistress Erin."

"Goodnight Greg." Erin replied, somewhat perplexed by what had just happened.

Cheryl waited until she heard his bedroom door close, and then began the tale about the computer and Greg’s stories.

"Well that explains a great deal, no wonder he’s so co-operative, he’s living his fantasies. Have you thought about taking it further?"

"Further, what do you mean? I’m not getting him snipped if that’s what you’re suggesting." Cheryl replied.

"No, I mean change his conditioning, you said earlier that he was revolted at the idea of having sex with Todd, well why not change his outlook?"

"How?" Cheryl asked.

"Well for want of a better description, you use hypnosis."

"Oh come on, are you trying to tell me you wave a pocket watch in front of his eyes and whisper, ‘look into my eyes’ and he instantly falls into some sort of trance and then you’ll tell him he’s a chicken or something?" Cheryl laughed as she considered the ridiculous suggestion she’d just made.

"In a funny way yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting." Erin replied in complete seriousness. "Except the soothing voice is replaced by films and the watch by the latest in psychopharmacological and psychotropic drugs available."

The smile disappeared from Cheryl’s face as she said, "You’re serious aren’t you?"

"Absolutely." Erin assured her.

"But how, I mean well yes how?"

"We’ve been experimenting with this technique for a while now, though usually on animals but the theory is sound enough. You put the patient in a trance, as you call it, then you run film of things he really enjoys and you associate them with whatever it is you want him or her to do. When they are revived they are completely unaware of what has been done, but hopefully they’ll be conditioned to do your bidding, so to speak."

"You’re talking about brainwashing aren’t you?" Cheryl demanded in horror.

"Well I suppose in less…enlightened times it might have been referred to as such, but with the advances in medicine…"

"Isn’t it illegal?" Cheryl persisted.

"Not exactly." Erin shrugged.

"Either it is or it isn’t." Cheryl pressed.

"Well actually, it’s not that easy, you see under certain circumstances it can be claimed that it was in the interests of the patient to…encourage certain personality characteristics and therefore ultimately beneficial to them."

"You missed you calling Erin, you should have been a politician, you sure as hell manipulate the truth as well as any I’ve seen."

Erin took the comment as a compliment and thanked Cheryl before asking, "Well, what do you think, do you want to give it a go?"

"No of course not, I mean, it’s awful and really heartless, how can you even suggest such a thing." Cheryl was outraged at the thought.

"I don’t think it’s any more heartless than what you’re planning, you’re going to deliver an ultimatum to Greg, either give your boyfriend head, or get the hell out. Now that is awful and you know it, Greg would be devastated. At least my way he’ll be happy about it, in fact he’ll be more than happy, he’ll be ecstatic." Erin grinned as she said this.

"Oh come on Erin, are you trying to say you’re going to turn him into a willing homosexual? Greg? I’ve known him for a while now and I can assure you there’s no one more hetro than he is."

"Want to make a small wager?" Erin suggested.

"What sort of wager?" Cheryl’s interest was piqued.

"Let’s say… I know, those gorgeous red shoes of yours against, oh I don’t know..."

"Your black boots." Cheryl interrupted.

"Oh now just a minute, they’re Spanish leather, I’ve only worn them twice."

"Take it or leave it," Cheryl pressed, "Anyway if you’re so sure you’re right, I’m the one who going to lose my shoes, not you."

Erin held out her hand for Cheryl to shake, "It’s a bet." Then she paused before adding, "On one condition."

"It’s a bit late for conditions now, you’ve already made the bet, but I’ll be sporting, name it." Cheryl smiled.

"I’ll need a few days to set things up and you’ll have to answer a few questions for me. Truthfully." She added.

For the next couple of hours they discussed Greg’s likes and dislikes his erogenous and non-erogenous areas as well as his childhood, what Cheryl knew of it at least, and his habits, both good and bad. For good measure Erin promised to rid him of a couple of the more annoying habits. Then Erin said goodnight with the promise to call in a few days to arrange Greg’s procedure date, as she called it.

"Oh there is one small thing." Erin added as she opened the door. "It may be necessary to ermm…. lower his IQ slightly, oh don’t worry," she added as she saw the look on Cheryl’s face, "He won’t be a moron or anything, it’s just that sometimes it’s needed to ensure he doesn’t recall too much of his old habits, so to speak."

Cheryl shrugged, "Well he isn’t what you’d call the sharpest knife in the box as it is, and these days we don’t exactly have stimulating conversations, unless you count ‘yes Mistress, no Mistress’." They both laughed and Erin said a final goodnight closing the door behind her.

It was three days later that Erin returned, Greg showed her in to the lounge room where Cheryl was just finishing dinner

"Great news Cheryl." Erin declared as she accepted a glass of wine from Greg. "I’ve finished that project I was telling you about the other day, though I could use a little help tying up a few loose ends tomorrow. I don’t suppose I could ask a huge favour could I?"

"You can ask, though I don’t know what the answer will be." Cheryl replied, playing along with the rouse they’d agreed on.

"Well I could really use Greg’s help with a few things, I promise I won’t keep him too long."

"Tomorrow you say," Cheryl asked, "Actually I was thinking of taking Greg round to my doctor’s."

Greg stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to listen in on the conversation.

"I was thinking about getting him some breast implants and possibly putting him on a course of hormones."

"Does he know about that?" Erin asked, though obviously she already knew the answer.

"No, I thought I’d keep it as a surprise." Cheryl replied.

"What if he doesn’t want implants, have you ever considered that possibility?" Erin asked.

"Well of course he’ll want them, I’ll prove it to you." She raised her voice, "Greg, come in here a moment please."

"Yes mistress?"

"I was thinking of getting you some breast implants, would you like that?"

"I’d prefer it if you didn’t Mistress." He replied, though it was obvious to both ladies that he felt much stronger on the subject than he was saying.

"Oh, well I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but I suppose if he isn’t coming with me to my doctor’s you may as well have him. Greg, Mistress Erin would like your help with something tomorrow. What time would you like him Erin?" She asked, her tone almost petulant.

"Oh around nine should be fine." Erin wrote her address on a slip of paper and handed it to Greg. "I’ll see you then Greg."

"Thank you mistress Erin." Greg said as he returned to the kitchen.

Cheryl winked at her friend and smiled.

Greg left for Erin’s right after he’d finished cleaning the kitchen and bathroom. Under the circumstances Cheryl had allowed him to leave her bedroom since he’d have been late for his appointment.

Over the next couple of days Cheryl had to once again learn to take care of herself and she was amazed at the extent to which she’d come to rely on Greg. She particularly missed the breakfast in bed not to mention Greg’s ready tongue. All in all, she couldn’t wait for his return, even if Erin’s experiments proved futile.

The time finally arrived and Cheryl was delighted to hear Greg’s key turning in the front door. She quickly picked up a magazine so as not to appear too eager to see him and glancing up as he followed Erin into the lounge room, Cheryl was a little disappointed to see that there appeared to be no change whatsoever in his appearance. He did however seem delighted to be back, and from the smug expression on Erin’s face, Cheryl suspected there were probably a few changes in his outlook.

"Hi Erin, hallo Greg, did you enjoy your break?" Cheryl asked nonchalantly.

The expression on Greg’s face suggested that something was wrong.

"Is there a problem Greg?" She asked.

"No Mistress Cheryl, it’s just that…" Greg began nervously.

"Perhaps I can help Cheryl," Erin suggested, "You see while he was staying with me I took the liberty of giving him a more… suitable name, and I think he’d prefer it if you called him by it from now on."

"Cheryl was a little surprised at the request and replied, "Well I don’t think there’s a problem with that, what name did you choose?"

"Bambi." Greg beamed before Erin had the chance to open her mouth.

"Bambi?" Cheryl repeated, trying very hard not to laugh. "Well as long as you like it Gr… Bambi, then I do too."

"Oh thank you Mistress." Bambi whooped in obvious delight, then added, "Do you think I might be allowed to go to my room and change now, these jeans are really itchy and I do so miss my corset and my lovely uniform."

Cheryl was speechless for a few seconds, then as she recovered from the surprise she said, "You’ll be delighted to know your new uniforms have arrived, oh and Todd will be coming over later."

"Wonderful," Bambi clapped her hands in genuine excitement, "May I wear my pink uniform please Mistress? I think Master Todd will really like me in that."

"Of course you may Bambi, now hurry up and change, do you want me to help with your make up or will you be okay on you own?" She added.

"I’ll be okay thank you Mistress, I’ve been practicing haven’t I Mistress Erin? I can’t wait to use all my own lovely make up, oh no offense Mistress Erin I really appreciated you allowing me to borrow your make up it’s just that…"

"That’s quite alright Bambi, I understand completely." Erin smiled.

Bambi headed towards her room, then paused and returned to the lounge room. "Ermm, Mistress Cheryl, I was wondering, that is I had a talk with Mistress Erin and…" Her hands inadvertently slid over her chest as she continued, "Well I was wondering I might be permitted to get some implants?"

Before Cheryl could recover from the shock and speak Bambi blurted out, "I don’t expect you to pay for them of course, you can take the cost out of my wages each week, if that’s okay."

Cheryl finally managed to say, "We’ll see Bambi, now hurry up and get changed."

"Yes Mistress Cheryl, and thank you."

As Bambi disappeared up the stairs Cheryl called after her, "Bambi, when you come back down, could you bring that new pair of red high heels from my bedroom, I promised Mistress Erin she could have them."

Erin stayed long enough to see Bambi in her new uniform and to accept her winnings from the wager, and then she said her farewells telling Cheryl to call her if there were any problems.

It was quite late when Todd arrived since he’d had to work beforehand. After quietly informing him of Bambi’s new name and the fact that she was excited at the prospect of his seeing her in her new uniform, Cheryl called Bambi in from the kitchen. To Bambi’s obvious delight Todd was gushing in his praise of her looks and uniform, though Cheryl suspected he was almost too complimentary for it to be simple flattery.

As Bambi returned to the kitchen, Cheryl stood up and took Todd by the hand, pulling him in the direction of the stairs and her bedroom.

She called over her shoulder, "Bambi, bring a couple of glasses of wine up to my bedroom please." Then she led the way up the stairs knowing how much Todd would be enjoying the view of her shapely behind as he followed her up.

When Bambi came in with the wine, Todd was sitting on the edge of the bed and Cheryl at the dressing table. Bambi placed Cheryl’s glass on the dressing table, and then walked across to Todd with the other glass.

"Oh Bambi, could you get Master Todd a condom from the bedside table please?" Cheryl asked casually. She didn’t look in Bambi’s direction in case the maid realized she was being tested.

"Ermm, Cheryl where exactly did you say Bambi has been the past few days?" Todd asked a few minutes later.

The slight trembling in his voice made Cheryl glance across to see what he was doing.

"BAMBI, what the HELL are you doing?" Cheryl demanded.

She didn’t know whether to laugh of scream abuse. Bambi was on her knees between Todd’s legs, his penis was sliding in and out of her mouth and Todd seemed caught between disgust and pleasure, though it was evident that pleasure was winning the contest as his eyes flicked closed and he began moaning softly in time to Bambi’s sucking.

Refusing to release his now erect penis Bambi spoke through the corner of her mouth.

"I’m just helping him to become aroused for you Mistress."

Cheryl continued to stare in disbelief as Todd moved quickly from arousal to orgasm. He was now holding Bambi’s head between his hands and pulling her mouth up and down his shaft.

"Oh God that feels good…. yesss…. oh Gooodd yesss…yeeeEEEESSSSSS."

Bambi moaned with pleasure as Todd filed her mouth with his juices. By this time he’d released her head and was lying back on the bed but she continued to suck every last drop of semen from his now flaccid penis. In fact he had to push her away to stop her or Cheryl was positive she’d have kept right on sucking.

"Did you enjoy that Bambi?" Cheryl asked folding her arms and feigning irritation.

Bambi stood up and straightened her uniform before smiling sheepishly and replying, "Yes Mistress very much, Master Todd tastes every bit as sweet as I knew he would."

"Well under the circumstances I think you’ve earned a small glass of wine yourself Bambi, why don’t you go into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass? I’m going to see if you’ve left Master Todd with any energy."

Cheryl joined Todd on the bed, and began gently stroking his neck and chest, and then as he began to show a little interest, she leaned across and nibbled his neck licking her way down until she had his nipple between her lips. Biting gently she was pleased to hear a moan of pleasure from Todd and she slid her hand down his body to find that more than one part of him was showing interest.

Cheryl was delighted with Todd’s resilience a few strokes being all that was required to restore his erection in all its glory. Before he could protest, not that that was likely, she straddled his body and quickly impaled herself on his now fully erect penis. Todd thrust himself upwards burying himself inside her soaking wet hole.

Turned on as she was, Cheryl was in no mood for slow tender lovemaking. She ground her hips hard and fast against Todd’s groin, and in next to no time she was arching her back in the first tremours of orgasm. Her stomach began spasming rapidly and she almost screamed as the full impact of her climax struck home. For his part Todd wasn’t far behind her, and thanks to her frantic urgings, although he’d recently been drained he still succeeded in shooting some of his juice inside her as he continued to thrust upwards into her welcoming body.

In a matter of minutes the whole thing was over and Cheryl rolled from Todd’s body still gasping for breath. As her breathing returned to normal she was snapped out of her relaxed state by Todd’s exclamation.

"OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, Cheryl, will you please do something about this crazy bitch?"

Cheryl opened her eyes to find the source of Todd’s complaints. She burst out laughing when she saw the now familiar blonde head once again buried between her lover’s thighs as she lapped up the slightest trace of bodily fluids.

Still laughing she declared, "Bambi, I think Todd’s clean now don’t you?"

Reluctantly Bambi raised her head from his groin, then glancing across at Cheryl she grinned, "He is Mistress, but you aren’t."

Without giving Cheryl the opportunity to comment, Bambi quickly switched partners. In a matter of seconds she was lapping frantically around Cheryl’s pussy lips. Cheryl was about to push her away when Bambi slid her long tongue inside her. Cheryl groaned with pleasure and instead of pushing Bambi’s head away, she pulled it hard against her groin and jerked her hips against Bambi’s face.

It wasn’t long before Cheryl was once again peaking, Todd leaned across and kissed her neck, a mistake on his part since she immediately pulled him towards her and bit into his shoulder as she gave up her senses to the power of her orgasm.

A few minutes later Todd and Cheryl lay quietly, Todd with his arm around her shoulder, Cheryl with her head nestled against his chest. Bambi meanwhile, was standing beside the bed adjusting her uniform with Todd watching her, somewhat nervously.

Finally he spoke, "You know Cheryl, I think I have a few friends at uni’ who would really enjoy a night with that insatiable bitch."

Bambi looked up innocently and asked, "Who me?"

"Really Todd?" Cheryl asked, "Well what do you say Bambi, would you like to spend a night with a few of his friends?"

Bambi slid both her hands over her chest and grinned coquettishly, "I think I’d enjoy it more if I had breasts."

Cheryl sighed in resignation, "Oh all right, I’ll call Hobson first thing tomorrow and arrange it. There, are you happy now?"

Bambi was beaming, "Oh Mistress, do you really mean it?"

Cheryl grinned and nodded, "Right now though I’d like to get some rest, so why don’t you go and get undressed and I’ll follow in a couple of minutes to lace you into your night corset?"

Bambi squealed with delight and turned to run from the room, as an afterthought she skipped over to the bed and kissed Todd on the lips, then she ran from the room.

Todd looked at Cheryl earnestly and said, "I want you to make me a promise."

"That depends, what is it?" Cheryl replied guardedly.

"Promise me you’ll NEVER send me for re-education EVER."

Cheryl smiled mysteriously, "Then I suggest you keep in my good books."

 

THE END

 

 

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