My sore little butt saw no action for many days. Charlene made sure that I was rubbing the cream into it often.
Four days after 'the incident of the locked up asshole,' as I thought of it, Charlene told me, over breakfast, that I was scheduled to go to Tansy's for my laser treatment, at noon the following day. I tried not to let my face show any concern. I knew that I would go through with this, for her, or maybe for myself.
"You mustn't shave anything today or tomorrow, Sweetie," she said. "It'll be better if they can see where they need to work."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank you for doing this, Sweetie," her eyes met mine, & the look in them told me that she was truly happy at my decision.
"I think we can start up your stretching regimen again," she said, holding up that feather duster butt plug.
I stood, & bent over for her, as she eased it into my passage. My four days of respite from anal action had served me well, I thought, as it popped itself into place.
"Mel can't drive you to the salon, Sweetie, so you might want to call up your friend, Joe, to take you tomorrow."
I felt the blood leaving my face as I thought of that lecherous gay guy.
"How about Kathy, or Christa?"
"Kathy's working, dear. I hadn't thought of Christa. I'll give you her number, so you can call her & ask her."
She wrote Christa's number on one of her cards, & left for work.
I went about my normal duties, & by lunch time, I decided to call Christa to see if she'd be able to take me to the salon.
Yeah," she said when I asked. "I think it'd be a fun way to pass the time...taking you to the doctor's office & sitting on my ass waiting for you to get worked over. Can't wait!"
"Um...sorry? It's either you or Charlene wants me to call the gay cabbie. I think you'd be a lot more fun to be around."
"Uh huh. That's because you're just so scared of doing men by yourself. It's going to happen one way or the other, Sweetie. Maybe I should just stay home & let it happen."
"Uh...I'd really rather you didn't. Please? I just don't fancy him."
"Oh my god listen to yourself, girl," she laughed. Then, she mimicked my tone, as she said " 'I just don't fancy him' How gay do you want to sound? I think that's, like, number 3 on my list of the gayest shit I've heard all day!"
"Aw, hell, Chrith-ta! I can lithp a lot better than that, you know!"
"Oh, work it, you fucking cow! I"ll see you in about an hour."
I took another shower, looking at the clock, & realized that she'd once again timed her arrival just in time to milk my big ol' udders (in keeping with the spirit of the cow theme). I was actually looking forward to not having to shave my face anymore, & waxing seemed like some form of corporal punishment.
The first thing Christa wanted to do when she got there was to milk my tits the 'old fashioned way,' by pulling on my teats like I was a cow. It was sort of funny, yet still rather humiliating, to have her tugging on my nubbins like that, with my milk spraying all over.
I cleaned it up after she had sipped the last of it all from my breasts, & we took off for the doctor's office.
After I had filled out the proper forms, we sat in the waiting room, whispering about this other lady in there who was probably a stripper. I guessed she was in for the permanent brazilian, but Christa said she most likely had a hairy back, which put me in a fit of coughing laughter.
The nurse's assistant came out & called my name.
Christa said, "Get this sasquatch bitch in there & fix her hairy back."
I was giggling my ass off as I went out of the waiting room.
I thought that this would be a one-time thing. I was wrong. It turns out that they had to schedule four more appointments, before I was totally hair-free from my nose to my toes. They also reworked my eyebrows, & removed all the hair from the back of my neck, too.
Evidently, Christa had a pretty good 'in' with the establishment,because she got them to complete it all within two weeks.
During this time. Melissa & Rachael had also come over, & increased my bra size until I had a truly awesome bust line, wearing a 40JJ bra, when my heavy breasts weren't on display on the shelf of my corsets. The corsets had reduced my waist to a mere 26 inches, as well. My ass was a bulbous 44, & as Melissa had promised, stuck out 'like a back porch.'
It was coming up on Memorial Day weekend, & Charlene seemed especially cheery. She had a week's vacation coming up, & said she had some special plans for the upcoming week.
Of course, I was a little apprehensive about it all. "Special," to Charlene, usually meant something approaching "traumatic," for me.
I was now into my ninth week of servitude, & I was somewhat happy that I hadn't been totally broken in my mind as a man. The changes that had been made, though, were so drastic that I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to truly go back to being the person I used to think I was.
I awoke that Friday morning at 4 AM. I got up, noticing that my sleep patterns were totally fucked up, but, other than that, I seemed to be coping. I was waking every two to three hours to milk my huge udders, & sleeping with these things was a whole new experience. The only way I could really sleep, was with one arm up under my head, while the other was tucked away between my breasts.
I had become quite acquainted with the corset, & could get into it all by myself, & still attach my stockings to the garter straps. I was very used to 5 inch heels on all my shoes, too. The hairless globes of my ass were constantly rubbing together with some lube between them, making my ass sway seductively with every step.
I'd been fucked by Bob & Rachael several times, by now, & found that I loved the shot of cum deep in my bowels, although lately they had taken to shooting their juice on my big tits, which was very pretty, when I saw it in a mirror or on any of the innumerable recordings that Charlene kept showing me as I sat on the Sybian, Charlene had taken to fucking my ass more often, as well. She seemed to love hearing me beg for her to cum in my ass. Christa was almost a fixture in the household, & could be found pawing at my chest or ass, & sometimes even my cock, almost daily. Kathy had come back a few times, & had fucked me every time she was there. Melissa finally got to fist-fuck my ass, last week, & seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
As I served her breakfast, Charlene seemed about to bubble over in some sort of anticipation of events to come.
"I can't wait until tomorrow, Sweetie," she gushed over her meal. "You are going to be so surprised!"
I was eating her pussy as she ate her breakfast, something she'd taken a liking to. this last week. I raised my head, & asked her what was so exciting.
"I won't tell you," she said. "It'd ruin the surprise! But trust me, you're gonna love it!"
Later, as I cleaned up in the nude, she would come up behind me & stroke her fingers between my ass cheeks, taunting me, while keeping me lubed. She took off for work, & I was left to wonder what was coming my way over the weekend.
After she left, I was wearing a light, almost see-through, floral-print summer dress in pink, with 5-inch heels on my sandals. My nails were perfect, as was my make up & blond wig. Under the dress, I wore an open-breasted bra that pushed my huge breasts together & up like an offering, & that tiny pouch that pulled my cock & balls forward, yet left my ass totally open for the two & a half-inch wide butt plug that was inserted.
The doorbell startled me out of my reverie as I mopped the kitchen floor. I put down the mop, & opened the door to find Kathy standing there with three other women.
"Hi," she said cheerfully as I opened the door. "I brought some friends over for coffee. I hope that's okay."
Knowing my place in this household, I could only answer, "Of course it's okay, Kathy," & I ushered them into the kitchen.
I didn't know these women, so it would be possibly off-putting to take them to the living room, where the Sybian sat like a testament to my mistress' more vulgar pursuits.
