Secrets Pt 11

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Synopsis: Dave with his own secret fetish, keeps falling for women who have their own secrets.

Read the previous chapters, first.

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The threesome settle into a happy life together. They spend their weekends out and about as three loving women, and their weekdays at their respective jobs.

Most nights they make love in the big bed. It's their favorite pastime.

In her quiet moments, Emily continues to be confused and fascinated by Daphne. She still remembers her time with him as Dave. But she has come to love Daphne. It's Davie that bothers her. She would never have imagined Dave as being a sissy, or whatever. Something half-way between a man and a woman.

So, one night when Davie had to work late, she asked Kathy about him.

Kathy chuckled. "I can imagine, your, ah, bewilderment. Davie certainly isn't the man you used to know. Even Daphne doesn't really like Davie."

"Really?"

"Yes, she feels that he's not who she was, nor who she is, today."

"That's exactly how I see him -- Davie." Emily said, surprised by the revelation.

"Yup. And I admit it was all my doing. With the changes I needed to make to fashion Daphne, Dave couldn't continue to exist. So, we created Davie to allow him to still hold onto his job."

"I guess that makes sense." Emily said as she thought about it. She could imagine the challenges of maintaining Dave's persona while building Daphne's. And the trouble it would have caused during Dave's workday. But, Davie?

"So, Davie has worked out, for Dave's job, I mean?"

"Yes. Apparently so. His clients and his company have both accepted his new look."

"The sissy look?" Emily said, shaking her head.

"Well, I'm not sure if they see it as his gay look or his sissy look, but whatever, it seems to be okay."

Kathy got quiet for a moment then she brightened with a new thought. "Actually, I think it's almost gone far enough."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think that it will only take a few more steps to take Davie all the way to Daphne."

"Huh?"

"You see, Emily, it's been a slow process for Daphne and I. I've molded Dave into Daphne, and into Davie, too." Each step along the way took Daphne closer to the woman she has now become. And I think she's almost perfect."

"The perfect female with a cock?" Emily said, chuckling. She had to agree. Daphne was pretty much perfect.

"Yes. That's it. My perfect lover." Kathy said, happily and she leaned over and gave Emily a kiss, before adding, "and yours too, I hope."

Emily smiled back. "I do think she's wonderful. And I miss Dave, but I'm still uncomfortable with Davie."

"Me too, and like I said, so is Daphne."

"Yes, I get it."

"But I think that before long. With just a few more steps in the right direction Daphne can take over the job, and Davie can go away, forever." Kathy said, with a big smile.

Emily sat quietly, thinking. Trying to come to terms with what Kathy was talking about. She'd come to understand that this remolding of a guy into a girl was some sort of fetish fulfillment game for her friend. That it fed her desire to dominate and also to get away from having to deal with alpha men just to enjoy sex with a cock.

But it wasn't her fantasy. She hadn't even had any lesbian relationships, until Kathy came along. So living and loving Kathy and Daphne was new, bizarre and exciting. She realized that she really did love it. She loved her girlfriends, the lesbian lifestyle, and the wonderful fact that Daphne, the feminine version of old Dave, had a cock.

She sighed. "I

would

be happy to get rid of Davie." She said, reflectively.

"Great. If you're willing to help. I think we can make it happen." Kathy prodded her.

Emily thought for a few more minutes, then nodded. "Okay, I do think that would be best."

"Excellent!" Kathy said, happily.

So, from that point on, the two of them worked on the final steps Kathy planned to ultimately push Davie out the door.

With a little coaching from Kathy, Emily took an even greater interest in Daphne's feminization, and Davie's too.

It was no longer just Kathy's project, and between them they began to see little improvements in Daphne's feminine persona. And, by default, Davie also became more feminine.

Daphne, for her part didn't realize what was happening. She was enjoying Emily's attention and simply becoming more comfortable with who she now was.

Emily began helping Daphne with her make-up, giving her additional tips and developing some new looks. Daphne loved it. Emily achieved some affects that made her girlfriend look better than ever. Even Kathy was impressed. Emily had experience with a couple of product lines that were new and innovative, and that really worked.

One weekend morning, before they left for one of their typical girls' day out, Emily did Daphne's lips with one of the new products. "This is a tinting lipstick, with really long-lasting color. And it's waterproof, and kiss-proof." She said, giggling as she applied it to Daphne's lips. The color was a pinkish red, and very pretty.

Daphne liked it a lot. And Kathy complimented her on how good she looked, giving her a big kiss, to emphasize the point.

That evening, after a fun day, Emily reapplied the same lipstick, before they crawled into bed to make love. And she applied it again on Sunday morning and in the evening, too. Daphne loved the attention and the way it made her lips look.

Monday morning found Davie redoing his nail polish to the pale shade he always wore, and preparing to head off to work in his manly, women's things - the clothes that made him look like a half-girl, half-guy, sissy. He was surprise to realize that his lips were still very red. When he scrubbed at them, the color wouldn't come off. He even tried a bit of peroxide, but that didn't help either.

Worried, he called Emily into the bathroom, and explained his problem.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, casually. "That stain we used, must be stronger that I thought."

"Stain?"

"Well yes. The tinting lipstick. It's designed to last a long time. They claim it's semi-permanent, but that's just advertising." She paused to scrub at his lips, herself. But they remained the same pinkish-red as before.

She took a step back and looked at him. "Hmmm, at least I thought it was just overblown advertising. Maybe not."

Dismayed, Davie gave her a frightened look. "But I have to go to work. And everyone will think I'm wearing lipstick!"

"Well, you are." Emily said, calmly.

"But I'm supposed to be a guy! It's hard enough dressed like this and looking the way I do. Now it will be that much harder."

"I'm sorry honey, but there's not much we can do. Besides, you've told me that your customers have all come to accept you as you are. I doubt if this will make any difference."

She leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Now, if your nails are dry, you'd better get going."

Davie knew that he had to get to work. He had an early appointment. And luckily the folks he'd meet this morning, were among the understanding and accepting group. So, sadly, he finished up and headed out.

As he was leaving, Kathy stopped to give him a goodbye kiss. "You look pretty, today Davie." She said with a pleasant smile.

"Thank you," he said as he walked out.

Afterwards, Kathy sought out Emily. "Nice job, my dear. Davie looks even better."

"More feminine, you mean." Emily said, unenthusiastically. "I'm afraid that was kind of a dirty trick. Davie sure wasn't happy."

"I know, but he'll get over it. And it does take us one step closer to getting rid of him. You're still with me on that? Right?"

"I suppose."

"Good."

Davie's day didn't go all that badly. Only one nurse commented on his 'pretty lips', while everyone else, probably resigned to his sissy appearance, ignored or accepted it.

That night when he got home and changed into his normal Daphne attire, she allowed Emily to reapply the same, tinting lipstick, without complaint. It did look nice and feminine. So, Daphne like ed it even if Davie didn't.

"This is making you so very pretty." Emily said encouragingly as she worked on her.

Daphne sighed, resignedly.

The three of them began spending more time at the Kitty Club. Why not? They were accepted there, and it was a comfortable and fun place to hang out. They also enjoyed the other women who they became more and more familiar with.

They even spent more time with Barbra and Penny who also frequented the club. And each time, Barbra became more friendly and less obnoxious and domineering. Although The Mistress still made Daphne uncomfortable. It helped that Daphne was more secure in her feminine persona. She only seldomly worried about being found out for what she was. And it seemed that the more time they all spent together the easier Barbra became to hang with. Perhaps, the woman wasn't as difficult a person as she originally portrayed.

And Penny was still a delight, and she really seemed to enjoy Daphne's company. Perhaps because she and Daphne are both alike. Both somewhat timid and compliant. Emily also enjoys Penny's company, and Barbra doesn't seem to annoy her at all.

There were many evenings when the five of them sat happily chatting, drinking and even dancing together. They'd pair up and take turns, swapping off amongst themselves. Enjoying the interchange. Although when Daphne was forced to dance with Barbra, she always had a more difficult time.

One night Penny showed up at their table, alone, and looking for company.

"Where's Barbra? We've never seen you in here alone, before." Kathy asked. She was surprised to see her out, unaccompanied. Not normal for a slave...

Penny smiled, sheepishly.

"Would you mind if I join you guys? I hate being here alone. My Mistress is traveling. She's been gone for a week, taking care of her sick father, and will probably be gone for several more. Frankly, I'm lonely. I came here, tonight to find a friendly face."

"Of course, Penny, join us. You know you're always welcome." Emily said.

"Yes, we'd love to visit with you. As much as I enjoy Barbra's unique intensity, it will be nice to chat with you, alone." Daphne said with a welcoming smile.

Kathy chuckled at her lover's delicate wording. And even Penny understood and appreciated the gentle sarcasm.

She took the open chair, and quickly ordered a drink and food for herself. And before long she was just another one of their little group.

Penny fit right in and they all enjoyed themselves.

She was friendly and happy, even outgoing, without Barbra hanging over her. A surprisingly different person. And the more they all drank, the more fun they all had.

Kathy, curious and uninhibited, decided to press Penny about her relationship with Barbra. She certainly understood living one's fantasies and fetishes, but the intensity of their mistress and slave lifestyle went far beyond anything she had ever contemplated.

Penny explained her life and why she enjoyed being Barbra's slave. They really did love each other, and Penny enjoyed their game. It fit her sexual appetites and wasn't all that bad. Barbra didn't whip her or beat her. The woman gave her what she wanted, needed and enjoyed.

"I have always been a shy and submissive girl. In school, I was so shy that I avoided the boys, who tried to get friendly and date me. I was pretty enough that there were quite a few of them. But I just didn't feel up to it. In college, though, I stared to relax and open up a bit. Everyone was so into relationship-building and sex, that I decided to join in. It was an effort, but I started to realize what I had been missing.

"Some of the guys I met were nice, but after a while I found them kind of boring. Others were aggressive, overly so, and after a few sessions where I allowed them their way, one pretty much raped me, I decided I didn't like that type either." She paused to take a drink and to compose the next part of her story. The girls, waited for her, patiently.

Finally, she resumed. "It took me a while to figure out what I liked. To focus in on the type of sex, I really enjoyed. How to satisfy my fantasies, and what really made me happy. I found a guy, who was demanding, but not mean. And when he moved on, another one like him. I came to realize the particular type I wanted. Guys who had just the right touch. Men who were domineering enough to take advantage of my submissive nature, but not abuse their roles."

She stopped at that. And seemed to drift away in self-examination.

Kathy reached over and took her hand in hers, "we all go through that. All of us have to experiment until we figure out who we are and what we like."

Emily nodded in agreement.

Kathy's words, provoked Daphne into her own bout of self-analysis.

Is this what I've always wanted, and just didn't know it?

She wondered.

Was she happy now?

She asked herself. She shrugged, and answered, '

yes

.'

Penny sighed, and leaned over to Kiss Kathy on the cheek. Mumbling, "thanks."

After another sip from her glass, Penny continued her story. She had discovered that she found it fun and a huge turn-on, when she surrendered to a strong and dominant partner.

Someone who wasn't cruel or hurtful about it, but who lead and pushed her to play a particular role.

Sex was easier and more fun, when all she had to do was follow orders, to focus on her dom. She drew great pleasure out of satisfying someone else. And then by being controlled and rewarded by that same person.

"I found my happiness with people who took charge in bed, and in life. I'm happiest when I can follow someone who is my kind of leader. It doesn't bother me. On the contrary, it makes me feel more comfortable, more relaxed."

She sighed and looked at the others, who smiled back, encouragingly.

"What else can I say? I came to like submitting to a strong partner's control. Where I'm not fully responsible for my actions, as I'm doing what my partner wants me to do. It's not me exposing myself, I'm only doing it because my lover demands it of me. I don't need to feel guilty or sinful. I can just go with the flow."

"Wow. You're brave." Emily said in awe.

Penny chuckled. "I don't know about that. Sometimes I'm scared. But most of the times, I enjoy myself. Enjoy playing my role."

"I understand," Kathy said. And she leaned over and pulled Penny toward her for another comforting kiss.

Penny didn't go into a lot of details, but she'd finally given up on men and met her Mistress, a couple of years ago.

They continued to talk sexual preferences, fantasies and fetishes for quite a while. Everyone contributed. Opening up with each other like they had never done before.

Penny expanded on her earlier admissions. With Barbra's urgings she had found that being displayed and humiliated in public was a turn-on. So her collar and leash were no issue for her. She realized that exhibitionism and humiliation, when she was forced into it by her mistress, got her all excited. Whatever she did in public wasn't her choice, her Mistress made her do it. She wasn't responsible, so she could resign herself to those behaviors.

Kathy, Emily and Daphne were all fascinated by the things Penny had confessed to. She seemed to have discovered what kinky things she enjoyed, and had then surrendered to them, comfortably and happily; no matter how kinky they were. In that, she was braver than any of them. Even Daphne thought that.

As the night wore on, Emily explained her love for latex, attributing some of it to her earlier years when she was catheterized because of her medical condition. She confirmed that she too had submissive fantasies, that had contributed to her earlier shyness. It wasn't just the catheter, she confessed. She also admitted that she understood that along with the restrictive latex, there was a bondage fetish involved. "But only a small one." She said, giggling as she looked around the table.

That led to a discussion between her and Penny about submissiveness. Kathy listened in attentively, but didn't feel comfortable participating. It made her wonder too much about her controlling relationship with Daphne.

Their discussion did lead to a short debate about Daphne and her nature. How she had submitted to being molded into becoming Kathy's feminine partner. It was short, because Daphne didn't want to participate. When asked, she had no ready answer, and none of them wanted to press her, least of all Kathy.

When the band finished their final set, they realized how late it was getting, and agreed that it was time to head home.

Daphne was torn, when Kathy invited Penny to join them for a sleep-over. She enjoyed Penny. The girl was fascinating and erotic, and Daphne's cock was certainly in favor of spending time with her. But she was afraid that Penny, despite her kinks, might not be happy with her, or her prick. And she didn't' like the idea of someone else, in their little circle, learning about her real identity.

But Kathy left her no choice, and Emily was also enthusiastic about including Penny in their fun.

Emily was indeed excited. It was all one big adventure for her. She was really enjoying her life, now that she didn't have to worry about her old malady, and the damned catheter. It had so stunted her enjoyment of sex, and now, here she was, with her life centered on kinky, loving relationships, with her girlfriends. Or her girlfriend and her boyfriend who was a girlfriend. A little confusing, but wonderful, nonetheless.

Why not add another sexy girl to their evening's party?

Penny followed them back to their condo complex, and after parking in the garage, the three of them met her in the visitor's lot and escorted her to their front door.

"Wow, with four of us, I think this will defiantly qualify as an orgy!" Emily said, laughing. And everyone joined in, as they arrived at the door.

As Kathy ushered everyone in, she took Penny's hand and led her over to sit on the couch.

"I have something to explain. It's our little secret, and we haven't shared it with anyone else. But You need to know and understand, before we go any further."

"Oh?" Penny asked, wondering what in the world this was about. She wasn't really afraid, but she was curious and a little nervous. She looked up at Emily and Daphne who had moved into the adjacent kitchen and were sipping from bottles of water.

Kathy continued. "Penny, dear, Daphne isn't a real woman. She's a cross-dresser. My cross-dresser. And she's become so good at it, and so used to it, that no one can tell."

"A crossdresser, not a transgender?" Penny asked. And she didn't seem upset, just curious.

"Yes. She still has her cock, and knows how to use it." Kathy said. And she laughed, as did Emily, and Penny followed. Daphne didn't join in. She was still waiting, on edge, to see how Penny would react to the news.

"But not to worry. I keep her thing locked up in a cage, and only let it out, when we need to use it, or when she needs to get off."

"Oh really? And how often is that?" Penny asked, slyly. Looking over at Daphne, with a new appreciation of who and what she was.

Kathy chuckled. "Funny you should ask. By her own rules, only on weekends. All week long, she remains locked up, getting hornier every day."

When Penny just smiled. Emily decided that things were going well, so she joined in. "I met Dave, more than a year ago. All three of us live in this building. Even back then he kept his cock locked away, and only allowed himself out for weekend bouts of sex or self-abuse." She giggled, and Daphne blushed.