After a few seconds she began licking my erect penis. Starting at the base, she licked the full length to the tip. She repeated this several times all around it until it glistened from her saliva. Next, she took the head into her mouth and sucked gently. Gradually, she increased the suction, sliding her mouth over me as she did so. She swallowed the whole thing and then withdrew to the tip again. In a very short time I could feel myself ready to explode.
I moaned as she increased the intensity and suddenly I began pumping my sperm into her inviting mouth. She continued to suck until I was completely dry, then she released me with a smile. "Did you enjoy that?" The question was unnecessary; I stood there with a satisfied look on my face, my legs almost giving way. "I think you'd better sit down for a while." She suggested. "Tell you what, I'll do your nails for you while you recover."
She undid my stockings and removed them before leaving the room. I lay back on the lounge, not caring what she did to me if it meant I could feel this good occasionally. When she returned she was carrying a vanity case from which she took a nail file and emery board, then went to work on my toenails. Satisfied with the shape, she held up a bottle of dark red polish. "Do you like this colour?" She asked, "It's my favourite."
I thought any answer but yes would seem like I was criticising her taste, so I answered in the affirmative.
"Great, I think it will suit you." She began coating my nails with the polish. Although she had never given me the opportunity to object, it seemed quite normal for her to be doing it, we were almost like 2 old friends playing with her make up kit.
Marilyn applied 2 coats to my nails after separating my toes with cotton wool. "Let that dry while I get the rest of your outfit." She said as she rose to leave. Stopping at the door, she turned and smiled at me. "I really love the way you don't complain, I admire a man who's comfortable with his own sexuality and doesn't feel it's necessary to prove his manhood all the time. You don't mind me having some fun do you?" What could I say, she had me in a corner. "No, I don't mind at all." As she left the room it occurred to me that I'd just spoken the truth and, if anything, I'd understated the case.
She returned with several outfits over her arm, which she casually dropped onto a chair. "Are you dry yet?" She enquired, coming over and testing the polish. "That's fine, stand up and I'll fix your stockings for you." As she pulled up my stockings, she noticed a drop of semen on the end of my penis. She took me in her mouth and sucked for a few seconds. "We don't want you staining your clothes do we?" I started to harden again. "Oh dear, I seem to have stirred him up," She laughed, "I'll can see I'm going to have to give him a lot of attention."
That promise was enough to ensure my complete cooperation, at that moment I would have done anything she'd asked and we both knew it. She pulled a pair of white silk panties over my legs. "I think we'd better cover him up for a while. Doesn't this material feel good next to the skin." She asked in a conversational tone. "I pity men not being able to feel things like this. There," She said as she pulled them up, "That's better. I'm sure you'd rather not have him waving around all the time."
She brought a stool in from the kitchen. "Sit there, I'll do your face now." There was never a question in her mind that I would refuse any of her suggestions and as I said earlier, I would do anything for her so I sat on the stool and waited as she searched through the vanity case.
She applied foundation cream to my face, and then blusher to my cheeks. Then came the painful part, she took out a pair of tweezers and plucked my eyebrows into shape. Next came black eye liner, mascara and red and blue eye shadow. She outlined my lips with a pencil then brushed glossy lipstick on. I noticed it was the same colour as the nail polish.
She stood back to admire her efforts, satisfied, she said, "I'd better do something about your hair." I have short fair hair, and it definitely didn't go with the rest of my look. She produced a long blonde wig, which she fitted into place. "There, that's perfect, I knew you'd look good." She added almost to herself.
"Now, what can you wear," She mused as she went through the clothing on the chair. "Of course, this is perfect." She picked up a short black satin dress, and slipped it over my head zipping it up at the back. It had long sleeves and was cut low at the front showing my new cleavage to full advantage. Then she fastened a small white apron around my waist and fitted a small white cap on my head. The outfit was completed with a black velvet collar with a small pearl on it. "There, the perfect maid." She grinned turning me around to admire her creation.
"There's just one more thing, those fingernails are terrible." She took out some false nails and started fixing them on with super glue.
"Will they come off easily?" I asked.
"Why would you want to get them off?" She said as she stuck the last one on. She took out the red polish and began painting them.
"When I leave, I mean. I can't really walk down the street with these on can I." I laughed nervously.
She continued painting and asked in a matter of fact voice, "Why would you want to leave?"
"Well, I have to go home sometime, and these nails will look silly with my other clothes."
"Oh those, I threw them in the garbage so you won't need to worry."
"But...how will I get home, I can't go out dressed like this."
"Not yet, but once you get used to walking in those shoes you'll be okay. Anyway, this is your home now."
"I don't understand, what do you mean."
"Don't ask so many questions, come on, I'll show you what you look like." Marilyn took my hand carefully so as not to smudge the polish, She led me into the bedroom and turned on the light. I stared speechlessly at the reflection in the mirror. An astoundingly beautiful woman stared back at me. Marilyn stood quietly for a while, allowing me to take in this transformation.
"Isn't she lovely," She whispered, "Do you really want to change her back. What shall we call her?"
"I...I don't know, I..."
"Personally I've always liked Deidre, what do you think?" "Yes, that's a nice name." I answered still confused. "That's settled then, from now on you'll be Deidre. In a couple of weeks you won't even remember what Brian looked like." Taking my hand she led me back to the lounge room. "Come on, you still have a lot to learn, particularly about walking in heels." As she led me out, I turned my head to watch Deidre walk out of the room. She was right, I never wanted to see Brian again.
Over the next few days, I was taught how to apply make up, remove my body hair by waxing rather than shaving, and Marilyn, who I now trusted implicitly, started me on a course of hormone injections. She gave me her word they would not affect my libido, and, if anything, they actually increased it. I found I had an almost permanent erection, which Marilyn was always happy to 'take care of'. Although the hormones were supposed to affect my voice, I noticed an increase in the size of my breasts. Marilyn suggested this was an unexpected bonus and they would probably reduce once my body became accustomed to the hormones.
There was only one thing that gave me any problems; I couldn't walk in high heels. I was fine as long as I concentrated, but Marilyn frequently had to reprimand me for slouching or dragging my feet. After about a week she called me in and told me to sit down. "Deidre, I'm very disappointed in your lack of attention when you're walking. You don't seem interested in walking properly. I could stop taking care of you but, since I get so much pleasure out of it, I've decided on sterner action. Take off your blouse and open the top of your corset."
I did as ordered Marilyn took one of my exposed breasts in her hand. They was already a marked increase in the size, oh don't get me wrong, I didn't have breasts as such, but there was definitely some extra flesh there. She rolled the nipple, which had become quite sensitive, between her finger and thumb until it stood out. She attached a copper wire to it and secured it with tape. The other end went into a box, about 3" long by 2" wide and 1" thick. She repeated the actions with my other nipple then tucked the box down the front of my corset.
"You can fasten your clothes now, I don't think the box will show." It did, but only slightly and after a few adjustments, not at all. I had no idea what it was for, it wasn't particularly uncomfortable and I failed to see how this would help me to walk better but I soon found out. "Go in to the bedroom and put on the 4" heels, I want to see how my gadget works."
I stood up and started toward the bedroom. I was so intent on the gadget; I must have dragged my feet. "SHIT". I yelled as an electric shock surged through my nipples. I turned to face Marilyn and saw she was holding a remote control and she had a beaming smile on her face. "It works very well doesn't it?" She laughed. "Maybe you'll pay more attention now. Tell you what, to show you I'm not totally heartless, you practice walking on the 4" heels for 15 minutes and then I'll take care of you."
I was quite angry about the electric shock treatment, but Marilyn knew I would do anything for the promise she had just made. I walked around the room for a while and received 2 further shocks, then Marilyn kept her promise. I thought she did it to please me, but I have since learned, she gets intense satisfaction from swallowing semen, in fact it's the only form of sex she enjoys. There were regular reversals of the role when she made me eat her, but I always had the distinct impression she was using this more as a form of education in how to satisfy a female. Since she continually indicated her likes and dislikes as I attempted to please her.
