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Chapter 13

"Good morning, lover, its nine o'clock." Marion stood at the foot of the bed. He opened his eyes, still a bit tired from their adventures the previous evening. Marion was dressed simply in trousers and a pullover. Rob remembered today was the day of the party, his debut among Marion's friends as the submissive shared between Marion and Jenny.

"Good morning." He sat up, seeing Marion held a tray with two cups of coffee, toast and jam. "Ah, nice, now I'm the one to be spoilt."

"In a few hours you shall do the spoiling, so I choose to do something for you now. After twelve noon it will be Mistress Marion, don't you forget. We want our guests to enjoy the right atmosphere." They sat together on the bed, drinking their coffee and nibbling their toast.

"Jenny is out to buy strap-ons, I hope for your sake she chooses small ones." Her grins after a comment like this never looked friendly. "You and I have some things to do. So for now you can still wear your male clothing, but change around eleven, in case some guests should arrive early."

"Marion, there is something I want you to know."

"What?"

"Peeing on my face... "

"Yes dear?"

"It's not going to happen again."

"Why not, you liked it a great deal."

Rob sighed. "Marion, dear, you have no idea whether I liked it or not, you were busy floating on your own fantasy. You actually said you expect me to want that every day."

"And so you will, dearest. You asked for it last night and you'll surprise yourself with how soon you ask again."

"No, Marion. I tried it because you clearly wanted it. As you've said, I tried it out of love, I tried it to please you. I didn't care for it. To be blunt the way you're talking about it as though you were giving me a gift is one of the reasons I will never let you do it again."

Marion looked down. "Why didn't you tell me right then?"

"Jenny had me busy, then both of you. By the time I had the chance to recall we were falling asleep in bed. Right now is the earliest opportunity I've had. Sorry, Marion, it's now a hard limit. I tried it, you can ask no more of me."

After their simple breakfast, Rob dressed quickly and returned to join Marion in her kitchen. She showed him all the table service she planned to use, cutlery, soup bowls with their chargers and the glass dessert saucers.

They lifted the couch in the hall, bringing it into the lounge. They moved chairs and sofas into a larger circle all facing the fireplace and moved some side tables among the seating. Marion directed Rob in placing a folding screen in a corner, then a chair behind the screen, then a cushion on the floor before it.

Marion had a very clear plan for exactly how she wanted the party to proceed. When she got to how he would greet guests and show them around, she fixed him with a stern look. "A curtsy will be appropriate when you bring them to the lounge. Jenny and I shall receive them there. From the moment our first guest arrives, when I tell you what to do, you shall curtsy and obey." Glancing at her watch, she sent him to dress.

Rob had intended to wear his corset, but the day was going to be warm and he expected to stay busy. He chose a normal black suspender belt and seamed stockings. On impulse, he didn't put on knickers. A lacy black bra finished his underwear. He carefully put on his dainty French maids dress, in black satin and far too short. He stepped into a petticoat and pulled it up, which made the skirt of his dress spread quite wide. The lacy hem of the petticoat was clearly on display. Checking in the mirror, he could tell anyone would see the suspenders clipped to his stockings when he bent over. He took it as a challenge to be more ladylike. He looked longingly at his three-inch heels, but slipped into his four-inch heels. He knew they were what Marion wanted.

On his neck he wore a choker of black satin, a white lace medallion with a black button over his throat. He fastened the maid's cap on his head. The cap and choker were matched to the dress.

He went to Marion's bedroom, to check in. She wore a very long leather dress with a split up the front. With each step one could see her stocking-covered legs. He saw she seemed to favor knee-high, PVC boots; she was wearing them again. The dress had no sleeves; on her wrists she had wide leather bracelets. With her hair pulled back in a low ponytail, secured by a leather tie, giving her a more severe look.

"Oh, Marion, you do look good!" Rob was taken by her alluring appearance.

His words, his admiring look pleased her, but at this time it was necessary he be corrected, not appreciated. He voice was hard., "Use the word Mistress, Roberta. Starting now until I tell you otherwise, it's Mistress Marion!"

"Okay, Mistress, but I do want to kiss you." Before Marion could fend him off he gave her a lingering kiss.

"Roberta, you must remember your place today. Should a guest witness you doing something like that I shall have no choice but to punish you severely. I mean it."

Rob was unconcerned. "There will be no severe punishment, unless I let you."

She was angry at these words but saw he wasn't defiant, he was matter-of-fact. "Rob, sometimes I forget you aren't John. We'll work this out over time."

He took her hand. "I do want your party to be a success. Here's how you can help me: please don't forget, it's me, your new friend, new to all this and with a different approach. We'll keep using 'black' as my safe word. Take care to demonstrate the word consistently brings an immediate end to what you're doing. If not, the end will come abruptly."

"It's okay Rob, we'll make a fine show without more pain than you can take. Of course you have a safe-word to use, but it won't be necessary. When it stings a little, I trust you endure it. You can take a little pain, for your mistress, for our guests."

Rob kissed her again, putting his arms around her waist. "I don't want to spoil things, but you know I'm short tempered. Please help me."

"It's okay dear." She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes. "Now, let's get you ready, Roberta,. Sit, please." She gestured to her dressing table.

He looked at himself in her mirror; he saw a man dressed in a woman's uniform.

Marion's stepped behind him. Her finger traced along his satin collar under one ear. "This is quite nice, we must find another collar for you, one to go with the range of how we might dress you." Much later, Rob realized what she'd meant by a collar.

Marion removed his maid's cap. She brought the short black wig from its box and set in in place on his head. She watched him in the mirror, first surprised then interested. She fiddled a little with the fit, then combed a little to neaten the hairs. At the back the wig completely covered his hair, but not by much. For a woman, it would be short hair.

Rob was surprised to see it looked pretty natural. It was not obvious he wore a wig. He watched in the mirror as Marion put the maid's cap back on his head.

She applied foundation to his cheeks, his chin, his neck. "Your beard isn't too dark, even so, we need to cover it." A touch of blush highlighted his cheeks. Black eyeliner and pale gray eye shadow gave Roberta a somewhat mysterious look. Last but not least she applied some pink lipstick. It was a subtle shade, not too far from his own lip color.

"I want you to be as natural as possible Roberta. Up close, of course, you're a man, but at a distance you can pass as a real French maid." Marion stopped to admire her work. "Mmm, you are quite the beauty, my dear, we must use make-up on you more often. I like you feminized, even as I still think of you as quite masculine." The look in her eyes was predatory as she looked him over. "When you look like this, I want to rape you. You are so appetizing Roberta."

Jenny burst into the bedroom. "Out with you Roberta, I must hurry and I don't want you to see your mistress changing." She started undressing without waiting for Rob to respond, then stopped to take a good look at him. "Ooh, nice!"

Rob left them and went downstairs. He had mixed feelings about what lay ahead of him. He didn't want to spoil their party, their little game, but the description Marion had given told him he faced a challenging day. He expected Marion to still surprise him, especially since he had spoiled her first planned surprise. He was worried most about surprises, not what they'd be as much as how he'd react. So far nearly all the surprises had been upsetting. He went into the lounge and waited there, his thoughts heavy with anticipation.

Then his two mistresses came into the room. Jenny wore a PVC skirt which came down to her knees. She wore stockings and, like Marion, PVC boots up to her knees. Under her PVC jacket she wore a PVC bra completely covering her breasts, the first time he'd seen Jenny in a mistress outfit which didn't leave her nipples exposed. She also wore long PVC gloves coming up to her elbows.

Rob thought she was beautiful, stunning. "I know it isn't permitted, but I'll do this anyway. For an instant, the game is suspended, I am myself and you are my wife." He touched his lips to hers, the lightest of kisses. He didn't want to ruin his lipstick, nor hers.

Jenny smiled at him, she understood him expressing his love. "You are forgiven Roberta, I'm glad you like what you see. You look wonderful, too, slave. I can see what Mistress Marion said, I want to rape you as well." She looked Rob up and down, examining him almost as though she was seeing him for the first time. "I think we'll go out someday, with you like this. A different frock, of course. Just a quiet lunch somewhere in town."

Rob didn't like her new enthusiasm for taking him out in public wearing women's clothes. She had always discouraged it before. He opened his mouth to object, but the doorbell rang.

Chapter 14

The first guest to arrive for Saturday's party wore her brown hair straight and long, well down her back. She wore a burgundy, A-line skirt which fell just below her knees and a black jacket over a beige shell. Black tights or stockings and burgundy shoes completed her outfit.

Rob saw a big smile bloom on her face as she saw his first reaction was to greet her with a curtsy. It was embarrassing to be seen this way by a perfect stranger, to know why she smiled as she did; but it was also exciting to be seen like this. He invited her in, took her coat and recited her options as Marion had instructed. The guest said she did not wish to freshen up.

"I agree, you need nothing. You are marvelous just as you are."

Her laugh was hearty. "Flattery like that can never hurt, Roberta." She had a very direct gaze; Rob could imagine her blue eyes might look right inside his head. She stepped close and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Marion didn't exaggerate when she told me about you, you are quite darling."

Rob led her to the drawing room, opened the door, made a curtsy and announced: "The first of your guests, Mistress Marion."

"Thank you Roberta," Marion said, rising from her chair. "Olga, come in and take a seat, it's wonderful to see you again." Marion introduced Roberta to Olga. They were old friends, Olga still lived in Towcester, a short walk from where Marion and John had lived.

The doorbell rang as soon as Marion and Olga started chatting about Towcester. Marion glanced out the window. "Roberta, there two guests at the door. You know one of them. The other will not speak to you, announce her as our secret guest."

The secret lady was dressed quite Goth. She wore a feathered black mask over most of her face, framed by long, pitch black hair. Her mouth was visible under the mask, she had on deep red lipstick. The lips quirked up into a hint of a smile when Rob appeared in the doorway.

When Rob opened the door to receive these two ladies she was making an adjustment to her stockings, giving him glimpse of the lace tops and even a clip to a suspender before her skirt dropped back into place.

It took him a few seconds to shift his attention to the second visitor, it took him a few more seconds to recognize her. She, to, had a broad smile showing she enjoyed seeing him like this. It was Doctor Kim. She had quite a sexy look, her dress below the knee but a slit showing one leg She was also displaying a nice cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled into an up-do, like a movie star.

Rob remembered himself. "Sorry for staring at you ladies, you look both so beautiful." He gave them a curtsy. "Please do come in and join the other ladies."

These two had each brought an overnight case. He set them aside, to be carried up to the guest room at the next opportunity.

He opened the door to the lounge, curtsied and announced Doctor Kim and "A Secret Lady."

Both took a chair and without further introductions they quickly joined the conversation.

Rob stood just by the door, the five ladies chatted, ignoring him. He did notice Secret glanced in his direction now and then. After a moment he left, taking their luggage upstairs to the guest room.

The doorbell rang again as he was descending the stair.

"Door, Roberta!" Marion either wanted to confirm he was near the door or to show the ladies what control she had over him. "This will be the last two guests. Carmen you know; Helena is another old friend."

Quickly Rob opened the door and made another curtsy. Two more ladies immediately smiled when they saw how he greeted them. Rob recognized one of them. Carmen's smile was warm and friendly, she gave him an encouraging wink.

"Welcome ladies - may I have your coats and bags?" Rob took care of their belongings. He escorted them to the entrance of the lounge and announced them. Carmen and Helena entered, Marion rose to greet them, then made sure they were introduced to everyone present.

Rob observed every one of them appeared to be wearing stockings, with a dress cut to show the stocking to good effect. He reflected Marion might believe she'd found something which could influence his thinking - or provoke him. He decided to guard his enthusiasm for such things, lest he do something out of bounds and give Marion reason to punish him as one of her surprises.

Rob returned to his post, standing beside the doorway, waiting for instructions. He found something about Helena held his attention. She was perhaps her late forties, maybe early fifties, still very attractive but likely the oldest woman in the room, a few years older than himself. The only signs of her being older were subtle lines around her eyes. Her body, as far as he could see, was tight and slender.

After the final introductions and pleasantries were complete, Marion signaled to him to bring in the refreshments. He brought in the cart they'd prepared and served each lady as they wished. Finished serving, he poured tea for himself and was about to take a seat beside the cart when Marion held up her hand to stop him. "Roberta, go out into the hall, close the doors and wait there until called."

Rob left the room, but after closing the door he stayed close to the door listening what was going on. He immediately heard Marion speaking. "Ladies, we all know what we're here for. Roberta is here for our entertainment and for our pleasure. Some rules: We must have him aroused all the time so please, don't let him spill his seed. Under no circumstances do you let him come.

"As you might have noticed, he is wearing no knickers. I think it's no more than fair we all remove our knickers."

Rob hear rustling and small steps as the ladies took their knickers off.

"We can put them in this basket." It was Marion's voice again. "Olga, no knickers?"

Olga's voice was merry. "Not at the moment, no."

"Okay, I have instructed Roberta he must give you all at least one orgasm. He can serve you here or, if you feel better in private, you can go upstairs with him. Is there somebody who would like to be in private with him?"

Only Helena replied. "I'm less of an exhibitionist, apparently. I prefer to take my time with him in private."

"Not a problem Helena, but you might change your mind after seeing him serve some of us. I have high expectations for our new maid."

There was a pause before she continued. "After the afternoon's entertainment has been concluded to your satisfaction, we shall have dinner, just something light while we talk. When dinner is finished, we all will have the opportunity to change our clothes to a style more appropriate to the evening. Some of you brought a change, others came dressed for the evening.

"When we're changing, we'll send Roberta to his room to change as well. Once we're dressed properly for the occasion we shall go to the basement for the evening's activities. All of us have an opportunity to do a little spanking. That will be Roberta's warm-up. The more serious pain will be inflicted only by me. Any questions so far?"

Helena spoke up. "Other than watching, I won't take a role in any of your plans for the basement. I imagine I'll let my self out rather early."

"That's honest." It was Marion's voice again. "Do I understand, then, the rest of you plan to join the final activity? We'll make the strap-ons available at the appropriate time. We also have these little devices which you will slip into your pussy, after you have changed your clothes."

There was silence for a few seconds, then the women all started talking at once.

Rob guessed he might be called soon. He tiptoed away from the door, just a few steps away to sit on the stair. It was just a few minutes before Jenny opened the door and took a step out, looking for him. "Show yourself to your mistresses."

Rob quickly checked if the seams of his stockings were straight before walking into the drawing room.

All of the women were looking at him. Some of the expressions were lustful, some pitying and some simply curious. The look in Marion's eyes caught Rob's attention. She normally looked at him with a gentle look, this time it felt different, more like the predatory look he'd gotten from Bridget.

"Ladies, Roberta is here, he knows what to do. Who wants to be first?" Marion asked.

There was a long silence in which the ladies gave each other uncertain glances. Finally, Secret raised her hand. "Yes, please, unless one of you would prefer to go first."

Rob hadn't heard her voice before this moment. She sounded familiar. He thought she sounded a bit like Holly, but she looked so different. No, it couldn't be.

"Would you like a little privacy?" Rob gestured to the chair placed behind the screen, thinking there wasn't much privacy if he could get her to make some noise.

"Yes, thank you." He escorted her behind the screen, she seated herself and immediately spread her legs.

Rob pulled out the cushion and knelt before her. He gently lifted her dress and slipped his head under. It seemed this one had spritzed some perfume up under her dress.

Because he couldn't predict how many times he would repeat this in the next few hours, he started slow. First he gave her a trail of kisses upward along her lips. He then slowly caressed her with his tongue, licking up one lip, then up the other. With the tip of his tongue he carefully sought her clit, still hidden under the hood. When the tip of his tongue touched it, she shivered and gave a soft moan. Slowly he circled his tongue around her clit, keeping the touch light. Meanwhile his finger traced up between her lips, finding her beginning to wet. He dipped his finger in, then moved the finger to her clit and shifted his mouth down to lick her juices. He stopped, gave her and himself a short time time to breathe, then resumed. Rob felt her pussy was suddenly much wetter and happily continued to lick, moving his tongue back to her clit, now more prominent. His fingertip began probing her cunt. After a couple of minutes, breathing faster and louder, she pressed her cunt in his face. "I'm coming," she moaned, "I'm coming." She made small, bucking motions with her hips.