CHAPTER 5: BELLE SERVES OTHERS
After my ass had been taken by Sir, he rotated through my ass, pussy, and throat, sometimes even during the same activity. During the day when we had our own play-time, Ma'am simply gushed with praise at how well I took to Sir's 10 inch cock in any of my holes. I, of course, beamed with pride. It didn't feel like manipulation and, if it was, I didn't care. My every act and response was motivated by seeing and hearing their approval. I had come to them as a guilt-ridden and self-loathing girl who had never known praise or acceptance by those I served in my family. Sir and Ma'am had taken that wreck of a person and transformed me into a young woman who believed in being special, beautiful, and deeply worthy of love and acceptance. Being a true hermaphrodite wasn't disgusting to them as it was to my family but admired and desired by them. My uniqueness enhanced me rather than negated me.
How could I not succumb to their control of me when I so eagerly and desperately desired and in turn craved such belonging. My normally naked, appreciated, desired, and freely-used body was my devoted gift to them for their continued care, love, and control. Whether it was to clean some room or bathroom or cook some new meal or provide some curious form of pleasure, they only needed to verbalize it.
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"We will be entertaining another couple for dinner tomorrow night, Belle," Sir announced as we sat at the dinner table with the last of the wine. I was dressed in a sheer, floor-length negligee and heels, my breasts and nipples quite visible above the table.
"You will serve us, not eat with with us," Ma'am added. I nodded with a smile and waited for more. "I will decide on how you are dressed. It will be sexy." I nodded, again, with an understanding smile.
"That pleases you, Belle?" he inquired seeing my smiles.
"Will I be allowed to serve all of you after dinner, too?" I asked with a growing smile. They shared smiles and nodded back to me in unison. "I will finally become your true slut, then. You said a slut not only enjoys sex but also with multiple people," I explained. They chuckled with a sense of some relief. Perhaps they had been nervous of my reaction to this new element in my expectation. How silly... did they still not believe?
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The dinner was nearly ready, the dining room set and ready for four, the wine chilling, and we were all dressed appropriately when the front door chimed the other couple's arrival. I rushed in my heels to the front door. After opening it and stepping back, "Welcome, sir and ma'am." The couple were black and fell into roughly the same age as the Matthews.
"You must be Belle," the man said as his eyes roamed over my body. I was dressed as instructed by Ma'am in a very sheer white blouse tucked into the waist of my skirt but unbuttoned. I wore no bra underneath. My breasts were not only visible through the sheer material but largely through the gaping garment, too. The skirt was very short and pleated, worn low on my hips to barely cover my ass cheeks. I wore a thong underneath mostly to contain my cock until my unveiling later. Thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels completed my oufit. "You're every bit as stunning as we were told," he added.
"Thank you, sir," I replied with a genuine smile of pleasure from the comment. "I'll show you to my Sir and Ma'am."
Ma'am had instructed me in many things since my arrival to live with them as their housekeeper and play-thing. Beyond the mundane of details for cleaning and menu options, the obvious general introduction to sex in many of its forms including the detailed specifics of how Sir liked his cock sucked, she also instructed me in the ways of teasing. I learned not only how to walk in heels but how to do it with throwing my hips to capture attention and put an extra bounce to my C-cup breasts. All of that was now being used for the first time for someone other than them. As I entered the family room with the couple behind me and I spotted the pleased look on their faces, I swelled in pride that I had not disappointed them.
As I turned to ready the meal, I overheard very explicit references to and about me. I smiled and flushed in anticipation. My pussy was lubricating and my cock was straining in the confines of the tight thong. I knew I would be used by the four of them. It was another step. I had asked Ma'am once how many such steps there were to being a slut. She had laughed as we licked each other's pussies and she stroked my cock. She had simply said, 'There are no number of steps or goals, dear. Just a continual evolving series of experiences and opportunities to provide pleasure.' I took her advice and stopped thinking about the process but to simply flow into each experience and opportunity presented to me by them. I could never have anticipated what I have already experienced with them so there was no sense in trying to anticipate what would still be coming my way. If I had been paying attention to what was happening to me, that acceptance of whatever was to come would have been another sign of my succumbing to their control. There was no awareness, though. Instead, as I moved to the kitchen, a smile covered my face and pride swelled within me. I pleased them and that was all I needed to know.
Dinner seemed to have been a success. The two couples ate, drank, talked, and laughed. Sir and Ma'am stroked my thighs when I was close and soon the other couple was following their lead. I was nervous their touching might expose the secret that was to be unveiled to them after dinner but the touching was restricted to my thighs and butt.
"This is a big night for you, Belle," Ma'am softly said to me in the kitchen. I could hear the others talking in the family room. I had just completed cleaning up after dinner. She stood before me with her hands inside my blouse cupping my breasts.
"Yes, Ma'am. You and Sir have changed my life. You've not only given me purpose but respect and love. You've shown me what I was meant to be. I'm excited, Ma'am. I won't let you down," I responded.
She removed her hands from my breast, straightened my blouse, and gave the bottom a gentle tug into my skirt. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and took my hand to lead me back to the family room.
Ma'am stood me in front of the others and took a seat next to Sir who took over. "As I was saying, this sexy young woman came to us naively unaware of what our housekeeping job advertisement was intending. But, with our guidance, she has blossomed into the sexy vixen you see now." I nodded at him. I didn't know what he was going to ask of me in the next moment but I knew where it was headed and my body was on fire. My pussy was leaking and my cock was straining against the thin fabric of the thong. "She has a surprise," he continued, "that you will enjoy. Why don't you give a little dance to reveal yourself to them, dear."
Sir pressed a remote I hadn't noticed before and a song sprang from the hidden speakers. It was a slow, sensual beat, one of many I had come to enjoy that they had used when encouraging me to dance and entice them sometimes before we played. My hips began swaying in the tiny skirt followed my the rest of my body. I tugged the blouse from the waist of the skirt and held it open to fully expose my breasts as I swayed back and forth. I turned as I slipped the blouse from my shoulders and continued moving.
Without the blouse, I turned again, bending deeply from the waist, the tiny skirt rising, my ass and thong springing into view. I straighten, my fingers working the clasp while sensuously rotating my ass. The skirt drops, covered only in the thong but my ass is what they see. I bent from the waist again, my feet spread, my ass rotating and swaying. I stay that way, showing them only my ass as I began lowering the thong, first one side, then the other, doing a dance of sorts with the string-like waist of the thong. I brought my feet together and lowered the thong down my thighs, my knees straight, bent only at the waist as I move the thong down my legs, my hips still rotating.
Naked now except for stockings and heels, I only show them my ass though I turn at the waist to flash my breasts, my feet and thighs together. Thighs together. The surprise. The enticement of the dance only showing my back. I glance at Sir and Ma'am and they are beaming. They nod. It is enough.
I slowly, sensuously, twist back and forth, a little at first and more and more until I fully spin around and open my legs, my body frontal before them, my breast swing at the quick turn, my cock swinging to the side a beat after my hips.
Gasps explode from the couple. Ma'am even releases an uncontrolled clap of delight in response. The couple are both stuttering, their eyes bouncing over my exposed body as if trying to make sense of my naturally swaying breasts and swinging cock as I continue to sway in my dance until instructed to stop.
"What... how... she's..." they stammer. Finally, "Trans? Is she a transgender?" the woman gasps.
"No," Sir responds. With their eyes glued to my body, they don't see the movement of Sir's hand. I step directly in front of the couple, turn my back to them, spread my feet, and bend over at the waist. I am blatantly exposed in all my uniqueness: my puckered asshole, my glistening pussy, my ball-sack, and hanging cock.
I remain in the obscene position expectantly. No longer ashamed or embarrassed, Sir and Ma'am have convinced me of my desirability and sensuality. I don't have long to wait bent over, however. A thick finger prods my pussy.
"She's dripping wet," comes the man's voice with wonder.
More delicate fingers lightly grasp and stroke my cock through my spread legs. "I can feel her cock swell at my touch," the woman's voice gasps.
