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Disclaimer: The following piece of fictional writing contains adult themes and explicit content, including sexual acts and language. It is intended for mature readers only and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter 9: Public humiliations and a threesome
I potted around Mistress Charlotte's large brownstone cleaning, dressed in my uniform. I guess you could technically call it a french maid's uniform, but it comprised of so little material that it left nothing to the imagination. My top was basically a black bra made out of a translucent black material with the tops lined with white ruffles that accentuated my cleavage. My mid-riff was exposed and my bottom was barely covered with a tight miniskirt made of the same material as my top, the hems were also lined with the same white ruffles. Over the miniskirt, I wore a tiny white apron that served no purpose other than encourage the French made aesthetic.
I wore a black thong under my skirt since Mistress Charlotte didn't want me flashing my faux and sissy pussy every time I bent down to clean. Ironic considering that she had me feminised and transformed into every hot blooded man's sex doll. On my right thigh, I wore a ruffled garter, which contrasted against the tattooed garter on my other thigh. Completing my outfit was a white ruffled choker with a black bow around my neck, a matching white headpiece (or bonnet), black sheer thigh-high stockings, and 4" heels.
On the days that I was not scheduled to work at the hotel, it was my job to clean and keep Mistress Charlotte's home spic and span, and much as I hated to admit it, I was very good at it. I scrubbed her toilets until they were sparkling and I made sure her furniture were dust free and her mirrors and windows were sparkling. As I continued cleaning and dusting, I heard Mistress Charlotte's voice from the kitchen. She was speaking to someone on the phone. Normally, whatever my new normal is, I wouldn't eavesdrop and try to listen in on the conversation, but for some reason, I did anyway.
"...I've spoken him and she'll be available for the next week... No, I haven't told her yet, but it really doesn't matter. She'll do whatever we tell her to. After all, we own her. Literally. ...Yup, 5pm or so... bring her up to speed. Alright, thanks. Bye."
Hearing the end of the call, I quickly resumed my cleaning and carried on as through I did not hear anything so as not to arouse suspicion. As I cleaned the walls of the hallway with a damp rag, Mistress Charlotte came out of the kitchen and saw me.
"Right, Bambi. I'm going to leave for work. Finish up all your duties by 6pm today. I won't be around this evening but Erika will come by. As usual, you are to obey her without question," said Mistress Charlotte. I curtseyed and nodded my head in acknowledgement. "Also, if I catch you trying to eavesdrop on my phone conversations again... Well, let's just say that you would consider your punishment for cheating on Amaia to be mild."
Shock was written all over my face. I had not expected Mistress Charlotte to know I had eavesdropped and yet somehow she knew. While processing the shock, Mistress Charlotte picked up her black Prada tote and walked out the front door for work.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning and fretting about what was to happen this evening and the next few days, as well as realising that Mistress Charlotte seemed omniscient, knowing what I would do even as I did it. I suppose that even if I had not cheated and Mistress Charlotte had intended to turn me into her feminised slave, she would have succeeded regardless and I would be here in the exact same position anyway. And the thought of that chilled me to the bone.
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At 7pm, the doorbell rang. I minced my way to the door to open it. Mistress Erika stood there and I greeted her with a curtsey and welcomed her into the house, noticing that she was carrying a large paper bag with her.
"Good girl. Have you been behaving yourself?" asked Mistress Erika nonchalantly as though I was a real girl and not a male that had been forced feminised and trained into one. "Now come along, we have work to do."
Mistress Erika strode past me and led the way to my little bedroom. When I got to my room, Mistress Erika was already looking through my closet, so I stopped and stood by the door, hands clasped in front of me, patiently waiting for instructions.
"There we go," Mistress Erika said triumphantly, pulling out a pair of lacy pink thongs with cute little embroidered flowers and tossing them to me. "Put this on while I get you your dress."
I stepped out of my French maid uniform, folding and setting it neatly in a pile on my bed. I was completely naked and my nipples reacted to the cool air by getting erect. I daintily stepped into the lacy thong and slid them up my smooth, hairless legs. The thong barely covered anything but was instant eye candy for any man who saw me wearing it. And because of the "special" surgical tuck that Mistress Charlotte had put me through, I was completely smooth like a girl and even had hints of a camel toe through the thong. It was a constant, humiliating reminder that while I was still technically a male, no one who saw me in my underwear would ever think I was anything but female.
Handing me the dress she had brought in the paper bag, I unfurled the dress to discover it was a single shoulder body contouring bandage dress. Pulling it over my head, I pushed and tugged the stretchy material until I got it on. I tried pulling down the skirt hem but the dress itself was designed to be as short as possible. Looking into the mirror, it was obvious that the dress left nothing to the imagination, not to mention my nipples poking through the thin fabric. The dress clung to my body in the all the right places, showing off all my feminine curves and a subtle peak of my cleavage as well.
While I knew that Mistress Charlotte and Erika had surgically sculpted my body to resemble a woman, I had not realised how much of a woman I really looked like until I put on this dress. I had a clear hourglass shape, with a very narrow waist, broader hips and proportionate breasts. My legs were slim and toned and my slender arms ended in light pink manicures with white tips. Looking at my own face, well, it was more like looking at a pretty girl's face. There was no trace of masculinity left in it, and I wasn't even sure that I looked anything remotely like how I looked before. My features had been reshaped into delicate feminine ones and my lips had been enhanced with collagen to look luscious and fit my face perfectly.
There was really no hope for me to ever go back to being Daniel even if I wanted to. There were far too many physical changes that had been forced upon me that could not be undone even if I had all the money in the world to do so. Mistress Erika interrupted my thoughts with a slap on my ass, grinning as she watched my cheeks jiggle, and told me to put on my make up. She instructed me to do a bit more sluttily, with heavier eyeliner and a darker shade of lipstick. I complied and by the time I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that if I was still a male and saw myself in a club, I definitely would want to hook up with myself.
"Come on," chastised Mistress Erika. "Stop admiring yourself in the mirror and let's go."
Looking at Mistress Erika, she had changed into a cute little black dress that was more modest than mine. She tossed me a pair of pink glittery heels and I slipped them on my feet while she slipped into pair of muted black stilettos. Grabbing my hand, she led me out of the house where a cab was waiting for us. Mistress Erika and I got in and the cab took off.
While in the cab, I noticed the driver ogling us in the rear view mirror, and I wondered whether I had been this obvious when I was Daniel but Mistress Erika gave me no quarter to my own thoughts and began telling me that we were going clubbing tonight and my task was to flirt with strangers. Mistress Erika continue to surprise me in unpleasant ways, especially when she said that I was definitely going to get groped a lot and I was to act as though I enjoyed it. I was about to voice my objection when she stroked my inner thigh and I let out an involuntary moan.
"Clearly, that won't be a problem," Mistress Erika snickered. "It's a good thing that we keep you constantly aroused."
I flushed at her words, knowing that the cab driver was listening intently to our conversation but the sudden braking let us know that we had arrived at our destination. Stepping out of the cab, I looked up and was greeted with the sight of a queue beneath a neon sign that said 'Blue Moon'. Holding my hand, Mistress Erika pulled me up to the bouncer and whispered something into his ear. I could feel the eyes of virtually every man in my immediate vicinity ogling at us. He then stepped to one side and unhooked the velvet rope, letting us enter the club.
Inside the club was a loud cacophony of music and people talking loudly. The music was so loud that I could feel my breasts vibrating. I was almost overwhelmed by the stroboscopic lights as Mistress Erika guided me to the bar, and introduced me to the bartender as her latest project. He smiled knowingly and asked what drink I would like to have.
"She'll have a vodka tonic," Mistress Erika said before I could respond. "And I'll have my usual."
"So, Bambi, you now have a choice. You can either learn to be a party girl and get out on the dance floor, dance with men who will hit on you and possibly grope you, and maybe you'll find a nice guy who you'll enjoy the rest of the night with," she continued. "Or I can arrange for it to happen anyway, and you probably won't remember much of it but you'll probably have pictures and videos to remind yourself."
My mouth dropped open halfway, knowing Mistress Erika was implying that she would feed me with some kind of 'date rape' drug and let men have fun with me anyway, which sent chills down my spine knowing what they intended of me. I swallowed and in a meek voice, "Yes, Mistress. I'll learn to be a party girl."
