Too Good To Be True Ch 10 1

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.

Too Good to be True. Chapter 10.

Diane and Bron arrived home without any further excitement and Bron took the hood off Baz as they were driving up the gravel track to The Chateau. They also took his phone off him, just so he could not tell anyone where he was, and so he could not use the W3W app to pinpoint his location. 'Just for security' of course!

"Oh, my, God! It is gorgeous!" Baz gushed, seeing the house for the first time. It looks like you spend a lot of time keeping it that way too. Or rather I guess you get a team in to keep it like this! Everywhere he looked he saw style, grace and perfection.

"Bron. Will you take Baz to the Drawing Room and find him a drink. I think I need one too! Can't take so much stress at my age!"

"Nonsense, Mom!" she replied, "You will outlive all of us!!"

Baz brought his bag, containing a change of clothes, with him into the house, and followed Bron to the Drawing Room.

"Grab a seat here. What would you like to drink?

"Do you have a G&T," he asked. Bron said she could easily make one for him - heavy on the Gin, of course! He had been looking at the walls of the house as they had walked from the reception to this room and Baz was astounded by the quality and standard of everything. And it was all spotless too! No mess or clutter anywhere! The servants here earn their pay - he thought - unaware that the servants were slaves, and there was no payment!

Diane had parked the car and strolled back into the house, throwing the keys to Bron who wanted her stuff out of the trunk. She was so excited; she had to show her Mom what she had bought!

Louise had heard the car arrive - there was no other traffic on this road ever - and watched as Bron took 3 or 4 bags from the trunk. They looked like bags from 'mall stores', being bright coloured, and appeared to contain a number of things.

Sarah, who had been allowed to return to her lounger after pleasuring No 9, looked up, but Louise just told her to relax again; it was only Mom and Bron returning. They still had plenty of time before they needed to go in for something to eat. There would be plenty of food this evening, and it would not be good to spoil their appetites before the main meal later.

Bron had told her Mom where Baz was, and that he was gazing in wonder at the art on the walls and the statues on plinths in the hallway. It would not be good, Diane surmised, if Baz went for a wander around the house without a chaperone! His deceit, bringing his friend was already a black mark against him.

"Get No 3 and tell him to stay with Baz. He knows where he is, and isn't, allowed to go. He can have a drink too - make it look more normal."

Bron took her phone out and dialled the short number for No 3, who was in the kitchen, but said he would go to the Drawing Room, immediately. Not 30 seconds later, he appeared and went directly to find the visitor and keep him occupied. He was also looking forward to having a drink - he did not often have alcohol anymore and relished the opportunities to get a whisky when they came up.

He knew the house well and knew the history of all the art and artefacts which were housed in The Chateau - after all Diane had been his wife for almost 10 years, before she owned all of this. He had made the mistake of lying to her on a business deal that went badly wrong, and had been a slave here for the, nearly, 5 years since. Her hold over him was total and he dare not upset her. The conditions here, if you were bad, or misbehaved were worse than any prison, but when things were good, it was a beautiful place to be, and the work was not too punishing. They were left alone during the week when Diane and the girls were at work in the city. He had heard there were 3 new slaves and hoped that the extra hands would make the jobs even easier. Being there had also meant that he had been able to see his daughters grow up, something that would not have happened had he been in a cell somewhere.

Bron and Louise knew who he was, but kept him at arm's length, for fear of upsetting their Mom who ruled the roost, without fear of opposition.

Bron found her Mom in the study, checking over the CCTV from the afternoon. She trusted Louise would have been controlling with the 'new residents' and wanted to make sure nothing had gone amiss. She ran the tapes at 10 times speed and had watched the whole afternoon in 20 minutes, making a note to go back over the last 30 minutes or so, at normal speed, to see exactly what Louise had said and done.

The fact that she could hear what had been said, was due to some very carefully placed directional microphones that picked up conversations in the more often used part of the gardens. There was no such thing as too much over-view, she thought.

Bron was able to drag her Mom out of the study and up to her bedroom where she had laid out on her bed the items she had bought. Her excitement piqued her Mom's interest.

"Close your eyes, before you go in, please Mom. I want you to see it all at once. I will guide you!"

"Such secrecy, Bron? What have you done?" she replied, but with a fun tone to her voice.

Bron guided her Mom into the room and turned her so she was facing the bed.

"You said I could have James to mould........... "she trailed off, "Open your eyes!"

Diane was surprised by what she saw and looked at Bron. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom. I planned it all out and got everything I need. Can I go ahead? It will be a surprise, not just for him."

"It certainly will. Okay, as long as you are sure!"

"He WILL NOT object, "Bron replied, confident in her assessment of 'her' slave.

Bron put everything back into the bags and placed them by her dresser, between the big windows, ready for later.

OOOOOHHH! She was SOOOOO excited!

Louise and Sarah had been outside long enough - Louise decided - and rose from their loungers to go back up to the house. "Do you want a quick dip in the pool, before we go in?" Sarah asked. Louise said Yes, she would.

They walked to the pool edge, ignoring the 3 men still resident on the poolside, and dived in. They both surfaced almost halfway across the pool and pulled some lazy strokes to complete the crossing. They turned and swam back, pulling themselves out with the handrail for the steps. Sarah made sure Louise was some distance away - she had gone to get her towel - and took the scrunchie out of her hair and swung her head from side to side to get the majority of the chlorinated water out of her hair. She stepped under the freshwater shower, and let it run through her long locks, wishing she had brought her shampoo with her to the outside facility.

In a moment of kindness, Louise had brought Sarah's towel back with her and threw it to the younger girl as she approached. "Thanks a lot," Sarah said. The afternoon had opened her eyes about where she stood in the pecking order, and had been surprised to have been 'ordered' to perform cunnilingus on the slave girl, BUT Louise was right, she had enjoyed it.

She had spent almost 15 minutes gently probing No 9's pussy, licking up and down the labia, sliding her tongue inside, fluttering her tongue over the tender clit and even taking a quick trip to rim the surprised woman, and had finished off by slurping the juices No 9 was producing - copiously - and concentrating on her clit. No 9 moaned in extasy and came on Sarah's tongue giving Sarah a nice drink of her sweet woman juice. Sarah was surprised how sweet it tasted and was sure things were not quite as they seemed. (She was right; the slave women's diet consisted of mango, pineapple and other sweet fruits with every meal. The men's diet did not matter, as none of the females would be sucking them off anytime, and the worse their cum tasted to whichever other man on the receiving end was a bonus!)

Bron, Louise, Sarah and Diane joined Baz and No 3 in the Drawing Room. Diane asked No 3 if there had been any issues with their plans for the evening and was told that everything was as planned and would be on time!

"Good. Thank You. You may go back to your work and take Baz here to his room."

Baz was watching the interaction, sure that something was not as it seemed to be, but just filed the information for later, and went with No 3 up to the bedrooms, where he had been allocated a room right at one end of the house, overlooking the front gardens. The man had been very nice, and knowledgeable about everything, answering Baz's questions with knowledge and clarity. Now Diane had just dismissed him, as if he was just a servant.

"Right, everyone! Quick report. "Diane said, when they were alone, "For me, we were stopped by the Police on the way out of the city (startled looks from Louise and Sarah), but it was just a misunderstanding by Baz here, who brought a 'friend' with him, who proved to be a wanted criminal, and a cop spotted him and they took him in." She omitted all the various details that did not really matter.

Bron said she had been successful purchasing everything she needed but omitted to explain what that had been. Diane nodded.

Louise said the new slaves seemed overwhelmed and were not really 'manual labour' potential. On the plus side, they had not tried to run away, but Simon still needed to be watched as he seemed more wilful than the others.

Sarah had nothing to add - probably wisely!

"Right, so this evening goes as planned." Diane finished. "It is likely that Simon will need to have more 'conditioning', Louise, so that is your job, BUT after tonight, he may realise that his best option is to just do as he is told. Have all the slaves been given their instructions?"

Bron said that she believed so but would check. They agreed to meet in the Dining Room just before 8pm to get drinks before dinner.

The slaves had also had a quick meeting to ensure they all knew what to do, and when.

No 9 was sent out to fetch the 3 new men in and send them to where they were expected to be. She found that they were still where Louise had put them, which was good, and said that they should go with her - and get rid of that wet diaper in the first bin they came to. There were new ones inside, for later! The last comment confused them, but she would say nothing more.

Slave No 1 took Ben and Simon back down to the cellars and put them in cell 4, the biggest cell, together, telling them to just wait until they were collected and to do as they were told.

"Life for you will be much more pleasant when you behave properly, and after tonight, you may decide that you will choose to perform well at every opportunity. Things can be nice and easy if you do things properly, and that goes for all of us, working together."

He checked his watch and said, "You have almost an hour and a half until your presence is demanded. Take the time to rest. Condition your minds to accept! It is so much easier!"

They both wondered why James was not with them, but was sure they would find out later.

No 4 had taken James up to Bron's room and told him to wait at the door until she called for him to enter. He then left to attend to Diane.

"James! Enter!" Bron called, after he had been waiting just a few moments. He turned the ornate handle and pushed the door, finding it heavier than he expected. He recognised the room as soon as he entered as the one he had been imprisoned in earlier and saw that Bron, who was sitting on the bed, was totally naked. His mind went back to the morning - Goodness, was it only today! - when Bron had used her body in several ways to, both, pleasure, and harm, him.

"Come and kneel in front of me, James! I have a lot to discuss with you and we do not have that much time. First, I need to know if you prefer the 'kind me' or the 'nasty me'?" James looked up at her, the nakedness showing in his groin, and said he did not like the 'nasty Bron' and asked for her not to knock him out again - with her body, or otherwise!

"Sorry, James, but you do not get to dictate any matters here. You will do what you are told to, but there are differing ways in which you can spend your time here, and I am going to offer you a choice you have never even considered. It is an option which will mean that you do not have to do any of the manual field work outside, the digging and building, the hard work in the hot sunshine and you will get to have greater 'freedom' than some of the other slaves."

James looked up again at the term 'slaves', knowing things were not normal here, but had not realised that the others were slaves too, not servants.

Wait! He had not realised HE was a slave! His mind knew something had changed, but not exactly what?

"Please could you explain what the options are, Bron?" he asked, looking confused.

"Well, they are not exactly choices, more deciding to do as you are told, or not! How you choose to accept what I have planned for you, will decide how much you will enjoy being here, or NOT!"

She emphasized the last word.

"You will agree to try what I have planned. It will NOT be anything you have thought of, and will not be painless; physically or mentally, but will change your life for the time you are here. Enough chat. Let us start!"

James looked around but could see nothing out of the ordinary, except a naked woman directly in front of him. He nodded in agreement.

"Okay, go into the en-suite here, and take a shower. I am sure you need one after being outside. There is a plain white tube on the shelf in the shower to use. It is a special cream which will soften your skin too; make sure you do all of yourself except your hair. There is a really good shampoo in there too! 10 minutes then back out here, oh and let me take that shocker off you. I don't think you will need that again after tonight!!" She took it off and placed it on the dresser, always near to hand although she was sure James was not going to need to be fitted with it again.

James rose and went into the en-suite, turned on the shower and found the tube of cream. He looked at it, but there was absolutely nothing written on it. He smelled it, but it was not offensive. He placed it back on the shelf, noting the bottle of shampoo hanging from the little basket on the shower wall and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water running over his skin. It did feel good, he had to admit!

He took the shampoo and washed his hair - it felt like a very good cream/lotion, high quality he was sure - making sure he rinsed it all out properly. He took the cream and lathered it up with the water and smoothed it all over himself. He made sure to do a good job.

Bron entered the washroom just after James had finished with the cream and was luxuriating under the shower spray. He did not see her immediately as he had closed his eyes and was looking up, letting the water touch him from head to toe.

It was because of this that James did not notice all the hair on his body start to flow away in the spray; he only noticed when he opened his eyes again and saw Bron staring at him, smiling brightly!

Part one sorted!

James could sense that something was different and looked down at his body. He had previously had some light hairs on his chest, and around his cock and balls - AND IT WAS ALL GONE!

He could see the hair that had previously been on his legs had gone too! What had she done to him.

"What? What did you do? He asked, seeing her watching him.

It was just a depilation cream, to get rid of that unsightly hair on your body. I want you nice and smooth and that way is so much nicer than by razor. Speaking of that, there will be a few hairs that need shaving off - come out here and let me see!"

James was on a sort of autopilot now, his mind whirling with what she could be planning. He stood in front of her, allowing her to bend him at the waist and inspecting his taint and asshole. She took a razor from the mirrored cupboard over the sink, and reached around him, pulling his skin to one side and allowing her enough space to shave off the few hairs that remained.

James had become so hard, so erect, with her ministrations, causing her to smile, and remark that it was much easier with his cock out of the way! He couldn't help it, he replied.

She opened the little cupboard again and brought out an atomiser which she used to spray his body, front and back. It was a light oil, rose scented, which she rubbed in to his skin, making it appear shiny and sleek.

"Got to get rid of that", Bron said, referring to his erection, "Stand facing the shower and put your hands on your head"

Bron helped him into the necessary position, then crushed her huge tits against his back, and shoulders and reached around with her hands to find his rock-hard penis.

"Just think about me, while I am doing this!" She whispered straight into his ear, at the same time jerking him off. She knew it would not take long; he was so naïve at everything to do with sex.

Sure enough, in around 30 seconds, James started to moan and shake, then one, two, three long ropes of cum shot out of his cock, painting the shower wall. He shuddered and moaned as Bron worked the last of his cum out of him, then told him to go into the bedroom, while she cleaned the shower. Normally, he would clean it - cleaning was not part of her work - but she wanted him to see what she had planned, without her guiding him.

James was totally naïve about sex and had still never had intercourse with a woman. Bron was counting on this, on her voluptuous body, her huge tits, her pretty face to overwhelm him and direct him to doing her bidding!

Whatever James had thought was so far from the truth that he was not sure he was not dreaming. There was a whole selection of women's clothing on the bed, along with a few things he did not recognise. Bron entered the room and watched James as he stood looking at all the finery.

"So, James," Bron said, starting the spiel that she had been thinking about since the plan had been enacted; bringing them all here made it more real!

"We have around an hour to get you dressed up. I hope you will give this a try as I think you will appreciate the benefits you will receive by being my 'little girl'. Your body shape is easily adaptable as you are the right height for the average woman, and none of you body parts scream 'male'. I will shave you and do your make-up today, then we can start to teach you from tomorrow. I am babbling now; I am so excited about this!"

James just kept looking at all the items laid out in front of him and dumbly muttered "But I like girls!"

Bron looked at him and just said "But do they like you?" James looked down to his feet.

"Come on! Let's get you dressed and then we can discuss things. First, we need to get you tucked, that will be the hardest part, then it will all be easy, and you can then see yourself as the little girlie you are!" No doubts in her tone, he noticed!

James contemplated his options, and perhaps playing 'dress up' might not be the worst option. "I guess I can try!" he said. Bron held her tongue instead of telling him it WAS going to happen she would leave him to believe there was still an opt-out!

Right, we need to do the tuck first, to make your 'bulge' go away. Grab that box and take out the big pad. Now you are nice and hairless, it will stick better, but it is still a bit tricky to do.

Bron grabbed the triangular shaped pad and peeled away the backing from the top, pulling about 2 inches away, and smoothed it onto his skin, just above his penis. He held a gauze pad and looked at the instructions which said to press it against the base of his penis, and then unroll the sticky pad, making sure the gauze is stuck to it. NOW, we have the tricky bit, and I want you to know you are totally safe; none of this will harm you."