Lisa turns Ben into sex slave with her friend's help. The story continues with Ben learning how to clean Owen's "tool." He then gets trapped into becoming his wife's sex slave
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Lisa and I had our usual lovely payment for my work. The breasts provided an enjoyable extra dimension. The next morning, though, I needed some resolution. They weren't big enough to advertise I had them but they were big enough to add unusual shape to a man. "Well, I quite like them," offered Lisa.
"Surely, you don't want to be seen with a husband with boobs!"
"No, true. But I wouldn't object to going around with Betty for a few days. She can be kind of fun. Maybe we can go shopping to find something to help the situation." Well, she had backed me into a right corner. We agreed I would stay home today but that we would go out shopping the next. I decided to wear the skirt as otherwise I looked a bit of an idiot. As I passed mirrors I came to like the body I saw. So by the time Lisa came home, I was in full Betty mode. Shopping the next day was an experience. Lisa insisted on getting me a variety of clothes. Naturally I had to try them on in the Ladies Changing rooms. To say it was a pleasure was an understatement, especially when trying on the lingerie. Lisa had no problems dragging me out of the changing room to get the opinion of other women in the area. They all seemed to like what they saw! This encouraged other women to change in the open and start a discussion about what looked good and what didn't. And some of them were much freer with their bodies than I ever dreamed! While trying on a skirt, I heard, "Oh, isn't your friend shapely. How do you make your butt look so good?"
I looked around only to find that she was referring to me. "Say something, Betty," Lisa prompted.
All I could think of was: "I do a lot of house cleaning and I guess that keeps me in shape." Lisa also offered the lotions that Shelly and Julia used on my body.
"Betty, do you mind taking off your knickers so that I can see just how beautiful you are?" Some of the other woman were topless and I had been changing in a bra and knickers. so I couldn't resist. There were exclamations as I took off the knickers. She caressed my bum. It felt wonderful. Either everyone was distracted or Julia's prosthetic was really doing the trick. I couldn't get over how relaxed I felt. We went home with an array of new clothes for Betty. The evening was spent trying on clothes and giggling our way through night. I was learning how to be a woman without thinking about it.
The mood changed the next evening. "Did everything go okay at our Client's the other day?"
I knew once again that I had been caught out. Thinking fast, I managed to muster an explanation she accepted. "I was cleaning one of his tools and some liquid came shooting out. He wanted me to catch it before it came out but I failed. I did clean up the mess and he seemed happy."
"But you didn't follow his instructions fully?"
"No," I had to admit.
"You know that you are supposed to, don't you? So why didn't you?"
"Yes, I am and always try to. But this was unexpected. I will be better prepared next time and promise not make the same mistake again."
"That's good, not making a mistake twice. But the mistake you shouldn't make again is not following his instructions."
"Even if they are unreasonable?" I was trying to avoid having to let him cum in my mouth without telling Lisa the details, especially after how we treated Shelly.
"Look, if your cleaning is house and his tools, what request would be unreasonable?"
"Well, he could tell me to run around the house naked!" I knew it was weak but all I could think of.
"Silly. That's not cleaning his house! But you have a point. There do need to be some limits. I will think about what to do about this. Just to be sure, the incident was about cleaning his house and tools?"
What was I supposed to say? The only thing I could: Yes.
The evening before I was to go to Owen's, Lisa handed me a sheet of paper. It read:
Dear valued client,
I am sorry about the confusion with the tool and not following instructions regarding the disposal of the liquid associated with it. I have discussed the incident with my manager and have agreed that I was in definitely in the wrong. I did not follow your instructions as I should have. I want to assure you that I am to do this in relation to cleaning your house and tools, and of course, any liquids related to them. If I do not follow your instructions exactly as you wish, you are entitled to keep my clothes and accoutrements until I do.
I again provide my apologies and look forward to your instructions.
Signed, your faithful cleaning lady, Betty.
"Are you happy with that?"
I knew the implications but couldn't figure out how to get out of signing it. We were far too far down the road to tell explain to her what the liquid was. So I signed it. She put it in the envelop, handed it to me and signed the flap. That should have set off alarm bells but I was too busy about what I would be doing the next day to do that.
So the next day I knocked on Owen's door with a pounding heart. I entered his house and took off my skirt. He smiled as he read the letter. "That's fine. Please go ahead and do your cleaning." I was relieved and set about my tasks with a light heart.
I got into my final position and once again had to lower his trousers because of his raging hard on. That's when my heart dropped. "You know what you have to do now?"
I looked up at him pleadingly. "Let you fuck my mouth with the cum from your cock?" I was hoping to dissuade by using rough language.