The first part of this story was posted in Trannsexuals and Crossdressers, 'The Creation Of Shanna', the second part is posted in BDSM under the title 'Mrs. Montrose'. To understand what's going on fully you need to read these first. If you want a little mindless fun, forgo the earlier chapters and enjoy.
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Mike woke with a start, the tall blonde tucked under one arm, the petite Hispanic under the other.Extricating himself carefully, he smiled as the girls snuggled together.
He showered, dressed, and walked back into his office. He worked for an hour before going back into the bedroom.
He shook them, neither gently nor hard, and commanded "Up!"
Chantal woke with a start and immediately slid off the bed and into the submissive position. Edie, while not quite as submissive as Chantal due to the difference in training, was slower responding, but once awake mimicked her position.
"I hope you had a nice nap, my pets. Now, into the office, we have work to do. Come!"
Edie looked at Chantal, shrugged, and they went naked into the office. Chantal was about to assume her position again, but Mike ordered her to bring towels out of the bathroom.
"No leaking on the furniture" he reminded Edie.
She brought the towels, and folded one over Edie's office chair, and stood irresolute, the other towel in her hands.
"Put it on one of the chairs at the conference table and sit" Mike commanded curtly. Her haste to comply was almost comical.
He handed her a laptop.
"From now on, you're our private secretary. I know you have the skills. I'll forgive an error or two the first few days, but after that there will be consequences. Understand?"
She nodded, eyes down. He held her chin in his large hand, raising her face until she looked him in the eye.
"Nonverbal answers are not acceptable."
He swatted her bottom, hard. Edie could see the hand print.
"Do you understand?"
Tears fought to fall from her face. Not because of the pain, she was used to far worse, but over the inner struggle to meet his eye. She had been trained for six months to never look her owner in the eye. She finally reconciled her problem by remembering she was to obey his every wish without question.
"Yes sir, I understand."
He patted her cheek, giving her great pleasure.
"Good girl. Now, let's begin."
They worked for three hours, scheduling meetings and going over any aspect of the business that needed settled before they began their overseas trip. Finally Mike snapped his laptop shut.
"Enough. Time to go home. I'll see you tomorrow, Edie. Lock up."
Edie looked concerned.
"What about Chantal? She hasn't had her dinner yet. Is she staying here again tonight?"
Mike grinned.
"It's good to see you have compassion for pets. If you want to feed her you can. Take her home with you if you want. Goodnight."
Edie looked at her after he left. It would be simple to order her dinner and leave, but she decided to take him up on his offer.
"Chantal, dress. I'm taking you home."
She obeyed instantly. While she was getting dressed she called Stan.
"I'm on my way home now. Put on a housecoat, I've ordered dinner, it should arrive shortly, I've taken care of the payment and tip. And set three plates."
His eyes were big as saucers when she came through the door with another woman. Something seemed odd about her, she kept her eyes downcast and didn't speak.
"Stan, this is Chantal. She's our guest for the night. I see you have the food ready. Serve us please. And why do you have that housecoat still on?"
He was blushing furiously. He realized what he must look like, standing there in a pink robe with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. All he had on underneath was a pink thong. He bowed his head under her stern look and removed the housecoat. The woman never even blinked as he plated their food and stood waiting for his next command.
"Very good, Stanley. Serve yourself and join us. Chantal, eat up honey."
The woman immediately started eating, slowly, relishing every bite. It was Mexican, from the restaurant Mike was so fond of. It was like tasting home for her. She cleaned her plate and looked at Edie, begging with her eyes. Edie laughed.
"All right my pet, have just a little more, but save some room for dessert. Ice cream, our favorite."
Tears started leaking down her cheeks.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Edie patted her cheek with a napkin while Stan sat there stunned.
"It's all right baby, now eat."
Cherry vanilla, her favorite. She was allowed one bowl. Finished, they moved to the living room.
"Clean the kitchen later, Stanley. We have things to discuss in the living room."
He followed. She reached into her purse and pulled out two fives and a ten. He silently put them in the jar, estimating there had to be close to a thousand by now.
Edie pulled her dress over her head, allowing it to crumple to the floor. She hadn't bothered with underwear.
"I didn't get a chance to shower today, and I really need to be cleaned. Pay attention to my thighs, a lot of it leaked out and dried there.
Fighting feelings of incredible shame and unbelievable lust, he bent to the task at hand. She kept him down through two orgasms before releasing. He sat at her feet gasping.
"As good as always, my little cumsucker. Maybe one day I'll let you get it from the source instead of secondhand. Now, we have a guest, and she needs your services too. Be a good boy Stanley. Don't embarrass me in front of her. Chantal, remove your dress please."
She immediately stripped and sat back down. Edie looked at Stanley.
"Do a good job, and you might get a reward."
That motivated him. It had been three weeks since he was last allowed to come, and she made sure she fondled him to erection almost every night.
Ten minutes later Chantal gave a little squeak and pushed his head back.
"Good boy, Stanley. Go fetch your rubber."
A few weeks before he had been so excited he missed his hand and sprayed her arm. She was so angry she hadn't let him have any relief since. She came home one night a week later and handed him a box of XXXL large condoms. She knew they were far to large for him, and emphasized his smaller size.
"The next time you get a treat this will insure you don't have a mishap."
He brought it to her and stood passively as she fondled him to full staff and slipped it on.
"You get a special treat tonight. Chantal, I want you to give him the best handjob in the world."
She held up a kitchen timer and set it for forty five minutes.
"If he comes before the timer goes off I'm punishing you both. Begin."
She sat and watched for five minutes before deciding to take a shower. She showered, did her nightly rituals. She looked at the clock and saw five minutes left, so she started running a bath.
Stanley was almost dancing, as Chantal would slowly stroke him, then jack furiously for a minute or two. He was sweating and his face was red. There was one minute left on the timer.
"Now, Chantal, before he has a heart attack."
She began to stroke at a furious rate, and he exploded instantly, crying out. She smiled.
"Good job, Chantal. I'll have to think up a suitable way for him to repay you."
She turned to Stanley.
"Clean yourself" she commanded in a firm tone.
He stood embarrassed beyond words, before he slid the rubber off slowly, taking as much of his sperm as he could with it. Then he raised it to his mouth and slowly turned it inside out, licking quickly, making sure he didn't spill a drop. After he was done he presented the rubber to her for inspection.
"Good job, my dear. Now, clean the kitchen, and then it's off to bed for you. Come, Chantal."
Again the woman rose and followed her like an obedient dog. The bath was filled with warm water and perfumed soap. She put Chantal in the tub and bathed her as though she were a child, compliant to her wishes. She toweled her dry, gave her a gown that was midthigh on her but went to Chantal's knees, and led her to the bedroom. She turned the covers down.
"Left side. And if you hog the covers, I'll spank you in the morning."
She checked on Stanley, kissed his cheek and sent him to his room. She had stopped allowing him to sleep with her months ago.
She woke later that night, Chantal spooned to her tightly. She was crying quietly, shaking. She stroked her back and made crooning noises.
"Hush, child. It's all right. Go back to sleep."
Chantal surprised her by reaching up to the hand that was caressing her cheek, kissing it and holding it like it was the last preserver on a sinking ship. She was still holding it when they woke.
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Over the next few weeks Edie and Chantal became
closer. Thirteen years her senior, Edie began treating her like a surrogate child, buying her little treats, dressing her. She took her to Ramon and had her hair changed, highlights added to her naturally dark red hair.
Mike indulged them until one day when he gave Chantal a command and she looked to Edie for askance. Annoyed, he ordered both to the conference table.
He had them strip and bend over the table.
"Chantal, who owns you?"
"You, Master."
He placed a hand on Edie's ass.
