Part 1: The Female of the Species

 

Two-Point-Five Women

by P.S. d'File

 

Our end-of-year exams at college had just finished, and people were looking forward to their summer break, when my good friend Kat invited me to a Friday night party that she and her girlfriend Lisa-Mae were throwing in their apartment. Kat was a tall girl with long, blond(ish) hair, and apparently the very rich daughter of some multinational's CEO (she never said this, but I picked these things up). Lisa-Mae was a sexy, busty girl with frizzy red hair. I'd fancied both of them for ages, almost since I first met them, but they were both taken - by each other. It's not that either of them didn't have feelings for me too, but with Kat, they came out of friendship, and although Lisa-Mae was bisexual, she told me simply that their relationship was 'special', whatever that's supposed to mean. They were also a fairly sexually vigorous lesbian couple, or so I gathered from Kat when we whispered to each other during lectures. Kat saw me as nothing more than one of her few male friends. Competing with Kat's looks and money, I didn't stand a chance with Lisa-Mae, either.

The invite to their party was appreciated, all the same.

I was on the same social sciences course as Kat, and we always teamed up for projects (usually the ones that dealt with gender roles and behaviour: something no doubt close to her own particular interests). She introduced me to Lisa-Mae at a party at the start of our second year, and although we got on well, that night saw the two of them get together for the first time. A missed opportunity for me, I suppose. Lisa-Mae moved in with her not long afterwards.

I turned up at their apartment too early, as I usually do, with a bag full of wine bottles and beer, and some flowers for their apartment (I know, I'm such a charmer). Lisa-Mae opened the door, and she looked utterly stunning. She was wearing a black, spandex catsuit which left very little to the imagination. My heart pounded so hard, I think it was blocking my throat. I couldn't speak for a few seconds. I knew I was blushing.

"Aw, hello!" she gushed, "I didn't think you were going to make it; I'm glad you have, though. You're the first to arrive. Come in."

I must have looked a fool, staring with my mouth agape, as I walked in. I caught her eye, and I'm pretty sure she liked the attention she was getting.

"You look smart," she said.

"Thanks," I managed, "these are for you... for the apartment."

I held up the flowers.

"Oh, you shouldn't have! These are beautiful!"

Kat came out of the kitchen to see who had arrived. She was wearing a short, tight nurse's uniform. I was starting to think I'd missed something on the invitation.

"Kat, these are for us," Lisa-Mae told her.

"Oh, petal!" Kat enthused, "You didn't have to do that! But, thank you - you are a proper gentleman."

I basked in their appreciation for a few moments before asking, "Um, I hate to sound stupid, but is this a fancy dress party?"

They both looked at me.

"Didn't Lisa-Mae say anything about that?" asked Kat.

"I don't think so. I can't remember," I said.

"Don't worry, you've got plenty of time before the other guests arrive," said Lisa-Mae, "maybe we can find something for you?"

"I think you probably should," said Kat. I pulled a face.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can find something that fits you," Lisa-Mae told me.

"Yeah, but..."

"Sweetie, you will look a bit odd, being the only one in normal clothes," said Kat.

"Come on," Lisa-Mae pleaded, "please?"

She batted her eyelashes at me. Kat looked at me expectantly.

"Uh, okay, but what do you have in mind?" I said.

"Follow me," said Lisa-Mae with a broad grin, "Let the search begin!"

Kat relieved me of the alcohol and took my coat. I followed Lisa-Mae down the corridor.

"Let's see what we have here," she said, rummaging around her room. I savoured the sight of her bending over and looking about in her catsuit. I saw no hint of underwear underneath as I stared at her glossy backside. I could have sworn she was showing off.

"Are you sure you want to go to all this trouble?" I said.

"It's no trouble," she replied. She stood up and skipped over to close the door.

"In fact, I deliberately didn't tell you it was a fancy dress party," she whispered, "I wanted you to come early."

Suspicion and hope both bubbled into my mind. Hope that she wanted me --after all, how could I resist this sexy girl in her catsuit?--and suspicion about why she was doing this, especially if she was already going out with Kat.

"Why?" I asked.

"I just wanted to see you take your clothes off in front of me," Lisa-Mae whispered, "and to touch you. And to see you wearing this..."

She held up a bundle of red and white latex.

"What is that?"

"It's a maid's uniform," she said. My heart leaped. I would do anything for her, right now. But I didn't want to risk being chatted up by other men at the party.

"I don't think I'd look all that good in it," I said, "besides, my hairy legs would spoil it."

"That's okay, you can wear these," she said, holding up what looked like flesh-coloured tights, "they're my thick winter tights. I don't think your leg hairs will show through."

"Uh..." I said, "Um..." My mind was doing a magnificent job of coming up with reasons why I shouldn't. A small, honest part of me wanted to do it.

"I'll do it," I said at last. I was rewarded with one of her sweetest smiles.

"Oh, thank you! This is going to be great!"

I slowly took off my shoes and socks and unbuttoned my shirt.

"I've also got some breast-forms and a wig for you to wear," she said as she tidied away my shoes.

"You've got what?"

"For your chest," she said simply, "and you can't look like a maid with your short hair like that."

My hair wasn't that short; I was overdue for a haircut (almost getting to mullet-length if I wasn't careful!). However, I had carefully combed it to appear short; another money-saver from a poor, hard-up student.

I took off my jeans, and noticed an almost triumphant smile on her face as I stood in her room wearing nothing but my underwear.

"Okay," I sighed, "let's have it." I took the tights and slipped them onto my legs.

"There's a technique," Lisa-Mae explained, "you've got to roll them on."

"Like a condom?" I said, stupidly. It was too obvious a thing to say.

"Like this," said Lisa-Mae, tugging and stretching the tight, shiny fabric over my legs. It felt as though my legs were encased. I rolled the tights up to my waist, and was surprised by the increasing tightness.

"They're figure-control tights," she said, "They squeeze your abdomen, bottom and waist. Lisa-Mae's hand slowly brushed over my crotch, before grabbing my backside.

"Perfect," she said, "no unsightly bulges at the front; nicely lifted at the back."

I tried not to show my hurt. 'Unsightly' bulges?

"Now these," she said, placing the breast forms on my chest. They weren't too big, but they made me look much more feminine. It was odd to touch the plastic nipples, but not feel any sensation in my own. Part of me was a bit disappointed.

"No unsightly bulges at the front; nicely lifted at the back."

Lisa-Mae knelt before me, a ring of red latex on the floor in front of her.

"Step into this," she instructed. I carefully placed my feet in the middle of the garment. She took the edges and brought it up my legs, and then trying to squeeze it past my hips. The crinkle and smell of cool latex assaulted my senses, mingling with Lisa-Mae's perfume. It was a heady mixture; I was glad the dress was over my waist, or my growing excitement would be plain to see.

"Put your arms in here," she said. I slipped my hands through the holes. Lisa-Mae stepped behind me and pulled the latex back. I felt the draught between my legs increase as the skirt was lifted higher and higher. How short is this thing, I wondered. I heard the sound of a zip going up my back, accompanied by a corresponding increase in the tightness of the uniform. The breast-forms squeezed together on my chest. I had a modest but distinct bust.

"Perfect!" Lisa-Mae exclaimed, "how do you feel?"

I wanted to tell her that I hadn't ever felt so energised, so sexy. I knew that I must look hot.

"I'm doing okay," I told her.

"Put these on," she said, proffering a pair of scarlet high heels, "I think we're all the same shoe size."

I put them on and stood up. I found myself transported several inches higher, and my leg muscles and buttocks becoming taut within the enclosing tights.

"Now it's time for your makeup," Lisa-Mae said, "sit here, and I won't take long." First of all, she applied scarlet nail polish to my fingernails, and told me I could let them dry while she attended to my face. She spent several minutes applying what looked like flour on my face, standing close enough for me to smell wine on her breath. As she worked around me, I stole glances at her fabulous, spandex-clad body, and at her reflection in the mirror. I sat still, feeling every sensation much more intensely than I could have thought possible, concentrating on the pleasing cool draught between my thighs, repressing every urge I might have had to declare my love for her and run my hands over her shiny, silky catsuit. She carefully swept her lipstick over my lips and gave herself some as well.

"Do this," she said, pressing her lips together. I copied her.

"Perfect. Now close your eyes." I closed my eyes. I smelled her breath very close again and felt her applying makeup to my eyelids.

I kept my eyes closed, even as I felt her brushing my hair back and clipping it in place. The soft tingle of stray hairs from the wig brushed against my face, followed by the relaxing pressure of Lisa-Mae's fingers as she secured it in place.

"You can open your eyes now," she said.

I found myself staring in the mirror at a cute, blond maid in scarlet latex. As I watched, Lisa-Mae placed a red latex choker around my collar. I felt imprisoned, encased, bound. I felt my safety for the evening was entirely in her hands. I felt dependent on her. Dressed like a maid, I felt like a slave. And I liked it.

"Wow," I said, "you have done an amazing job! I would hardly know it was me."

"How do you feel?" she asked.

I stood up and put my hands on her arms. It was as far as I dared go to feel her body.

"I want to get shit-faced drunk, and then..." I stopped myself.

"Then what?"

I want to fuck somebody, I wanted to say.

"Spend some time wearing this," I said instead, letting some swagger into my voice, "We're going to rule this party! Girl power!" I punched the air with mock determination. Lisa-Mae laughed delightedly.

"You go girl!" she giggled.

	One kiss for luck before the party

 

I grabbed Lisa-Mae and kissed her. She pulled back in surprise.

"I want you!" I blurted to her.

She was speechless for a moment, and pulled me closer.

"One kiss for luck before the party," she said, "But only one!"

I slid my hand around her back, and leaned closer. We kissed. I felt her tongue probe my lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed deeply. I felt her hand reaching beneath my skirt, stroking my erection, trapped under the tights. I slid my hand down her back, enjoying the silky spandex, her warmth and the soft moan when I squeezed one of her buttocks. It was all too brief. She broke off and turned away, her face bright red. There was a knock on Lisa-Mae's bedroom door.

"Come in," she said.

Kat stuck her head around the door.

"Ooh, you look good, petal," she told me, "are you sharing your girlfriend there, Lisa-Mae, or can anyone play with her?"

I took this to be high praise from Kat.

"She's all yours," said Lisa-Mae, giving me a short, sharp, playful spank. I yelped with a high-pitched voice.

"You squeal like a real girl!" Kat laughed. I blushed, but I had no way of knowing if it could be seen through the makeup.

"So, what's your name for the night?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"My name is already one of those gender-neutral ones," I said, "Why not keep it?"

"Okay, that's how we'll call you, then," said Kat.

The doorbell rang. The first guests had arrived.

"We should go," she said as she took off her heels and put on a pair of thigh-high boots. I nodded meekly. Together, we headed out to see who had turned up.

*

The party was in full swing.

 

By the time the party was in full swing, there was a pirate, cowboy, policewoman, nun, mobster, a Princess Leia in her bikini, and many others. I did my best to talk pleasantly with everyone, but was always looking out for Lisa-Mae. I found a various guests' fingers reaching out to touch my backside a few times, male and female, which on one hand was nice, because it's always good to have attention, but also rather worrying. It seemed I was quite a convincing woman. Kat took quite a few pictures of me in my costume, and I shamelessly played up for her digital camera.

I ended up in a lively corner, where I elected to say as little as possible, and even then, only in a whisper when the music got quiet. I could see I was attracting a lot of attention, and was especially interested in the number of glances I caught from Lisa-Mae. I was approached by numerous young men all evening, enquiring (in various degrees of sliminess) whether or not I wanted a drink (until I spoke in my normal voice, at which point they realised their mistake and tried to make light of it). In some ways, I rather enjoyed the fact that I was hiding a little secret from my would-be suitors. I told Kat and Lisa-Mae so, in a relaxed moment.

"So, you enjoy being a little cock-tease, then?" said Kat.

I could only blush in reply. I hadn't thought of it like that.

"Do you like the attention you're getting?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"I think it's fun," I said carefully.

"We're having fun as well," said Kat, patting my backside, "Drink up." She poured me another cocktail from the pitcher in front of us.

The evening wore on, the music continued thumping out of Kat's stereo, alcohol flowed. I wanted to pace myself, and had no desire to make a fool of myself any more than I already might have done in my costume.

Lisa-Mae, I could see after a couple more hours, had no such inhibitions.

"How are you, my maid?" she slurred, draping an arm over my shoulder and pressing herself close with the kind of fluid ease that only comes with a large amount of alcohol.

"I'm doing very well," I grinned, "I don't think I've ever had so much attention at a party!"

"You like this, don't you?" she said, squeezing one of the fake breasts in my uniform. There was something suggestive in her voice.

"As much as I like this," I said, sliding a hand down her hip.

"I know I'm drunk, but I have to say you've never looked more fuckable," she told me, her eyes half-closed. I was alert with hope.

I found it hard to focus on the rest of the party. Lisa-Mae and Kat spent a lot of time in talking with their friends. I walked around, drink in hand, not saying much to anyone. I saw Kat mingling with a couple of guests, but I didn't catch Lisa-Mae on her own again.

*

After the last guest left, I found myself in the living room, nervously waiting on the sofa for Kat and Lisa-Mae to come back from waving people off from the apartment door.

I heard the door click shut, followed by two pairs of heels clomping on the floorboards towards me. Kat entered first, Lisa-Mae right behind her holding a bottle of vodka.

"I think you did very well tonight," said Kat, commanding my attention, "You should stay with us a little longer. I'm going to clear away some of the glasses first - no, no, sweetie, you stay put! - have a drink while you wait."

"I'm going to get something from my bedroom," said Lisa-Mae, and made her way slowly down the hall. There was something in the way she said it; I wasn't sure if it was an invite, but I followed her anyway.

I knocked gingerly on her door and stuck my head into her room.

"Come in," she said, "Ooh, it's you. Close the door."

I closed the door.

"You are so hot!" she said, "If I wasn't with Kat, I'd have you right now."

"In that case, I don't think I've ever wanted to be a woman so much in my entire life," I breathed, watching her stretch her arms with deliberate slowness.

"Touch me," she said.

I placed my hands firmly on her hips.

"Touch me more," she said.

I was thrilled. Not wishing to waste the moment, I ran my hands over the silky, shiny spandex, cupping her breasts and then down, probing her cleft.

She giggled and put her arms down around my neck, kissing me with a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues rolling around each other. My erection tightened under the tights.

I slowly knelt before her, delicately tracing my hands over her body, until my mouth was next to her groin. I locked my arms around each leg at the top of her thigh-high boots, and clamped my mouth around her vulva. My fingers probed between her thighs and I breathed warmth over her crotch, feeling the spandex heat up with moistness.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, "oohh, God!"

She knelt on the floor with me, turned around, bent over and presented her gorgeous ass to me.

"Again," she moaned, "Take me."

I shuffled up close on my knees and pressed the bulge of my erection against her backside.

"Oh, yes..." she sighed.

I slowly rubbed my trapped, hardened penis against her flesh. I heard her breathing deeply. I wondered where this might lead to.

The bedroom door swung open. It was Kat.

"Have we got anything left for the...?" she began, stopping to see her catsuit-clad girlfriend kneeling before a transvestite maid rubbing against her ass.

"The bedroom door swung open; it was Kat."

She stood staring for a few moments while Lisa-Mae and I disengaged.

"Oh God, please let me explain!" cried Lisa-Mae.

Kat strode out of the room, her heels clomping hard on the floor. Lisa-Mae stood up shakily and hurried after her.

I sat on my haunches suddenly feeling very foolish, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was dressed in a sexy red latex maid's uniform. I toyed with the idea of simply putting my clothes back on, washing my face and leaving, but I couldn't find any of my stuff in Lisa-Mae's room. I was sure I'd left it there. Maybe my memory was playing tricks on me, and I got the wrong room? More likely, it had all been moved. Whatever happened, I would have to stay here and brave it out.

I followed to the living room.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I was stupid..."

"Shh, shh, shh!" Kat hushed, holding up a warning finger, "Lisa-Mae told me everything. Just relax, petal. We're still friends. Nothing bad happened, and you were both a bit tipsy, weren't you? So let's just chill out for a while."

Lisa-Mae unzipped her boots and reclined on the carpet with a pillow.

"Come and join us," said Kat, kneeling near Lisa-Mae. I slid off the sofa and sat, cross-legged on the floor.

"Girls don't sit like that when they're wearing skirts, sweetie," Kat admonished. Lisa-Mae smiled at me.

"Sorry," I said, realising that I was showing off my underwear for them to see. I was pretty sure it wasn't what they wanted. I adopted a reclining position, leaning against the sofa.

	"Come and join us."

Lisa-Mae placed the vodka in the middle.

"Just relax," Kat told me, "I think we all know how we feel about each other, so let's just be honest about our feelings."

I nodded meekly.

"You really fancy us, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah," I smiled wanly, "I do."

"Poor boy! No wonder you're so frustrated all the time!"

She ran a hand through Lisa-May's hair as she proffered the bottle.

I barely remembered that it was drinking which had got me into trouble in the first place. I drank anyway.

"So what did you think?" Kat asked.

"Of what?" I asked back.

"Your first night as a woman," she said.

"It was okay," I said, not trusting myself to elaborate.

"Do you think you could do it again?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"Maybe. It seemed easy enough."

"Oh, did it, now?" said Kat, "Sweetheart, I don't think you have any idea!"

"Look," I said, "I'm really truly sorry about what I did. If there's some way I can make it up to you, I will. Ah, I just wonder, uh, if it might be better if I, uh, got my clothes back on... perhaps?"

"Oh, no! No, no, no!" she wagged a finger at me, "Not until I've decided!"

"And you did enjoy the party dressed like a girl," said Lisa-Mae, "you said so yourself."

I remained silent.

"You've fancied me for a long time, haven't you?" Kat asked.

I couldn't meet their looks.

"Yes," I mumbled, "Probably since we started the course together."

"And Lisa-Mae?"

"I thought we might, uh... be good together," I replied, "But when you started going out with each other, I was half happy that I hadn't lost out to some other guy."

"And the other half?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Resignation, I suppose. Resigned to the fact that I can't compete."

"Do you think we'd fancy you if you were a girl as well?"

"Um... I don't know."

"Don't be shy," said Lisa-Mae, "we've both talked about the way you look at us. It's sweet."

"We're both really fond of you too," said Kat, "You're funny, you're a good friend..."

"I'm that 'male perspective' friend, aren't I?" I said, "But I can never be more than that."

We fell silent.

"Would you like to be more?" asked Kat.

"How could I be?" I asked.

"I don't know. You couldn't be a boyfriend exactly. But you could be..." Kat paused in thought.

"Closer?" Lisa-Mae suggested.

"Closer to us than you have been," Kat finished.

"I think I'd like that," I said, contritely.

The awkwardness seemed to soften slightly. Perhaps it was because I was suitably feminised, or meeker, or simply because I was under their control.

"I think you look better as a woman, anyway," said Lisa-Mae.

"Me too," said Kat, taking a tiny sip of vodka, "I'd much rather have a girlfriend than a boyfriend."

"What made you decide to be a lesbian?" I asked after some thought.

"Perhaps I didn't choose," said Kat, "all I know is I prefer women. Girls... the female form turns me on and men don't. It's as simple as that."

"Have you ever wanted to be with a man?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"He'd have to be special," Kat admitted with a secretive smile, "He'd have to have the qualities I look for in a woman."

My head seemed to flush with the alcohol I was drinking.

"Have you ever been with a man?" I asked.

"Have you ever wondered what it might be like with a man?" Kat interrupted.

"God, no!" I exclaimed, "I'm not gay."

"How do you know?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"Well, if I see two girls kissing, that doesn't bother me. Two guys, and I feel a bit... uh, repelled by it, I suppose."

"So you couldn't see yourself with a boyfriend, then?" Kat grinned.

"No. It just doesn't feel right; not for me, anyway. I don't think I'd like another man... penetrating me."

"Who says sex has to be penetrative?" asked Kat, "Lisa-Mae and I have sex, but it's not penetrative."

"Don't you use dildos?" I asked. Only afterwards did I realise I probably shouldn't have. I must be drunk, I thought.

"Sometimes," said Lisa-Mae, "but there are other ways. Being a man, you probably don't understand."

"Sex has to be penetrative," I insisted, "anything else is just foreplay, surely?"

"For men, perhaps, but women are different, petal; we get turned on in more ways than men do," said Kat, "Anyway, if we do want that, we can use toys instead."

"Okay then," I said, "so what's the difference between a dildo and a real penis?"

"Dildos are cleaner and safer," said Lisa-Mae, "you can't get pregnant from a dildo."

"What about contraceptives?" I persisted.

"Don't always work," Kat shrugged, "at least with a dildo, you can honestly say you know where it's been."

She gave me a toothy grin. Lisa-Mae laughed out loud and drank some more.

"Do you wish you had been born a man?" she asked.

"You mean generally, or just for having sex?" Kat asked, "Er, no! Either way, I'm happy just the way I am, thank you!"

"If you're okay with dildos, aren't you curious about what a real penis might be like?" I asked.

"You mean having my own penis?"

"I mean receiving one," I said.

"My, he's persistent, isn't he?" asked Lisa-Mae.

"I'm not afraid of penises as such, just the men who own them," Kat said, "I don't think there are many men out there I'd trust."

"Turn the questions around on him," Lisa-Mae suggested, turning to face me, "Would you be willing to suck a dildo?"

"Um, I don't think I'd have a problem with it," I replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"What about a real penis?" Kat asked, a devilish look on her face, "Would you be willing to suck another guy's dick?"

"Er, no!" I said in what I hoped was a defiant voice.

"If you're willing to suck a dildo, aren't you even curious about what sucking a real penis would be like?" Kat mocked.

"I don't want to kneel before another man and pleasure him," I stuttered.

"It's not like you're subservient to him," said Lisa-Mae, "in fact it can feel quite dominating, having a man's balls in your hands, having him desperate for you to make him orgasm. It can be quite empowering."

"Oh, please! That's disgusting!" said Kat, pulling a face, "I'm sure I don't want to know this, but did you spit or swallow?"

Lisa-Mae smirked and said nothing, but took a quick gulp of vodka and swallowed it loudly.

"Less mess," she said.

"Ugh!" said Kat, clearly repulsed.

"The last time was a very long time ago," Lisa-Mae told her.

"I wish I hadn't asked," said Kat, pouring another glass.

"Tell me about lesbian sex, then," I said.

Kat blinked in surprise.

"Well, it's sensual," she said, "more erogenous zones, more touching and kissing. It's not about a quick charge towards an orgasm, but sometimes we can make it that way. It's about the build-up, the journey, not the destination."

As Kat excused herself to visit the bathroom, Lisa-Mae stared into space, seemingly vacantly for a moment, before turning around and giving me a fast, passionate kiss, out tongues darting around each others' mouths. I had no idea what she was thinking of. I was as confused as hell, and I was pretty much certain, the moment we disengaged, that I had lost any control over the situation (not that I had any to begin with). Kat returned to find Lisa-Mae snuggling up against me.

"Honestly, I can't leave you two alone for five minutes, can I?" she said in a tone of voice I had trouble interpreting. Was she really irritated, or just pretending? I guess I wasn't quite "feminised", if I couldn't pick up signals like that.

Lisa-Mae looked suitably embarrassed. Kat glanced from me to Lisa-Mae and back. I could see the thoughts forming behind her eyes.

"Wait right there," she instructed. She hurried back to her bedroom.

I didn't dare speak. Lisa-Mae moved away from me.

"I think it's time for bed," Kat announced on her return. She was holding something behind her back.

"Um, yeah," I agreed clumsily, "I should probably head home."

"Ah-ah-ah! Not tonight, petal! You can sleep in Lisa-Mae's room."

I stared.

"You can even share a bed with her," Kat added.

Lisa-Mae and I both looked at Kat, open-mouthed. Kat gave me that toothy smile again, blending fake-innocence and a certain superiority.

"You'd better clean your teeth and get ready. I have your night-clothes right here," she said, holding up a bag full of straps and what looked like a corset.

"Go on," Lisa-Mae urged, and I hurried to the bathroom to wash my face. I borrowed some toothpaste and rubbed it across my teeth with my finger. I couldn't hear what the girls were talking about, and I was desperate to know; yet more frustration.

I emerged from the bathroom, still sporting my maid's uniform.

Lisa-Mae and Kat both had smiles on their faces.

"How does this work?"

"Good girl," said Kat, "let's get you into this, shall we?"

She showed me a strappy harness.

"Take your dress and shoes off," Lisa-Mae instructed.

I fumbled to take it off. In the end, Lisa-Mae had to help me out of it. I stood before them wearing the false breasts and Lisa-Mae's shiny figure-controlling winter tights.

"Hmm, I think we can work with that," Kat said, appraising my body.

I glanced nervously from one to the other.

"How does this work?" I asked.

"It stops you from trying anything with my girlfriend, sweetie!" Kat sternly replied, fastening the collar around my neck.

"It's the only way we'll let you sleep with me," Lisa-Mae explained.

 

I couldn't see what Kat was doing, but my arms were forced behind my back and secured at an almost uncomfortable angle by the elbows. I could feel some kind of chastity device, like a thick leather gusset, dangling over my buttocks. Next, my wrists were bound together, and my arms were effectively immobilised.

"Now, as a special favour, you are allowed a good-night kiss," Kat said, and planted her lips upon my cheek. Lisa-Mae kissed me as well, lightly on my lips, which I thought was a bit inconsiderate to her girlfriend standing right beside us.

I soon found out why I was given this little gesture of affection: Kat produced a ball-gag and secured it around my head.

	"It stops you from trying anything with my girlfriend!"

 

I could breathe through my nose, but my mouth soon became awash with saliva, my tongue went numb and my jaws started to feel the strain.

"You'll get used to it," Lisa-Mae told me.

"Now it's your turn," Kat told Lisa-Mae, "but you're keeping that catsuit on!"

Kat brought out her night attire. It was something like a corset, with many straps and buckles hanging from it. Clearly, Lisa-Mae had worn it before, and she easily fastened it around her body, leaving her spandex-clad breasts to jut out. Kat fastened the collar and a chastity strap that ran between her legs. Like me, Lisa-Mae had her arms securely fastened behind her back.

"Perfect!" Kat beamed, "No hanky-panky between you two tonight!"

She took another photo of us, both bound to her liking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Perfect! No hanky-panky between you two tonight!"

Kat fastened my chastity strap between my legs, and I could feel a couple of sockets pressed against my penis, presumably for attaching dildos. I was grateful that none had been plugged in, but neither Lisa-Mae nor I were able to do anything to turn each other on or find release (one way or another). I couldn't touch her, nor kiss her. I couldn't nuzzle her exposed breasts, nor go down on her. She couldn't touch me, and although she was free to kiss me, she could only kiss my legs or forehead; everything else was strapped up, gagged and tucked away.

It was exquisitely frustrating.

"Now, tomorrow's Saturday, so we will allow you to stay with us," Kat told me as she led us to Lisa-Mae's bedroom, "I have plans for you, petal, and I think you're going to learn a lot from it."

I had no idea what she meant. I couldn't even say so.

"You can start making it up to me in the morning," she continued, "Lisa-Mae and I have some shopping to do, so I'm going to hide your clothes and take your keys with me. You can just stay put and enjoy our hospitality!"

Lisa-Mae helped me onto her bed before struggling to lie down beside me.

Kat leaned over and gave Lisa-Mae a long, deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss I wished I could give them... either of them.

"Maybe Lisa-Mae can sing you a lullaby before you sleep," Kat told me.

	"Maybe Lisa-Mae can sing you a lullaby before you sleep?"

"Maybe I can tell him what we've got lined up for him?" Lisa-Mae asked.

"No, not yet," said Kat, "besides, I want to be there too. Until tomorrow, then..."

"Good night!" said Lisa-Mae.

"Good night, Lisa-Mae! Good night, petal!"

I mumbled a 'goo-high' behind my gag; it was all I could add.

Kat smiled sweetly as she closed to door and left us both in chaste bondage for the night.

Although Lisa-Mae couldn't touch me much, she did her best, squirming on the bed, rubbing her body against mine. I got quite randy. I think she was too. I was certain Kat knew what she was doing when she gave us those harnesses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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