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CHAPTER FOUR
“I feel much more comfortable now you have a prick the size of a Twiglet,” smiled Petronella, keeping her eyes firmly on the road ahead.
“Why should that be?” I asked, embarrassed by the analogy.
“When you had a sizeable and functioning prick I often felt guilty I was not allowing you to put it to good use. And, as at the moment I am still technically your wife, I did feel you had a small claim on me in that particular direction. Now that you can’t fuck at all makes me feel better about having sex with others.”
“Well, what a cock-eyed way of looking at things. Couldn’t I have had a say in it? It is my body after all.”
I could have dosed you up with Oestrogen instead, but the change wouldn’t have been anything like so dramatic. Besides, you might have been allergic to the drug. This way all is done and dusted quickly.”
“And do I still get to ejaculate?”
“I think you might, but you’re not fertile anymore, according to the clinic’s advice. The radiation treatment put an end to that. Think of yourself as being a woman but your arse is your pussy. You’ve had enough experience in that quarter after all.
“Do you realise my balls are the size of peas now?”
“All the easier to hide them my love,” said Pet cheerfully. “Just think, you’ll be accepted as a woman much easier. Especially so as your voice has changed. I think the clinic have done a good job on you.”
“What have you done to me Petronella,” I asked with critical intent.
“Turned you into a sissy Kat. Now shut up and fucking get on with it. I’ve had enough of your whining.”
By the time we arrived home Pet’s attitude to me had softened and she offered to take me out to a restaurant for dinner that evening. I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind and I mooched around in the same track suit I had worn to the hospital. Pet left me alone to mourn my masculinity and, come the evening, even I was rather sick of the subject. I seemed to have come to terms with my new predicament for the moment.
Pet had a nice surprise for me; she invited me to share the big bed with her for the night coming. I needed no second bidding at the offer of close contact with another human being. She put out for me a deeply scalloped full length nightie which was something akin to a comfort blanket in one way, and in another, allowed her a short tug to uncover my breasts and allow her to kiss and massage them. Pet wore just a pair of frilly panties deliberately inviting me to cuddle into her breasts and suck her nipples. I fell into a deep sleep that way.
The alarm clock sounded in the morning and I awoke and stretched. But the honeymoon was over. I was ordered to go upstairs, put on my number twos and head for the kitchen. Back to my normal routine. I showered first and that allowed me a detailed examination of the damage to my manhood. My penis at rest was just a little over an inch long and as thick as a small cigar. I applied some stimulus and at its hardest I reckon it hardly made two inches. My ball sac seemed to be totally empty but I managed to find two shy, pea sized occupants hiding away. In applying even that minimum stimulus I spurted. I did get the semblance of the male orgasm. It didn’t take much effort at all, not that there was much liquid resulting. Could I call it sperm now I was irrevocably infertile?
Petronella seemed to go gentle on me that first week after my ordeal at the clinic. She still went over to Boston on the Friday and didn’t return until lunchtime on the Saturday. She gave me her clothes to put through the washing machine and I examined them thoroughly for evidence of sexual activity. I didn’t have to look far. There was evident of dried male spunk on the clothes she had worn that trip – and there was lots of it. I tried hard not to feel jealous – but undoubtedly I did.
“I have invited my mother and father over for afternoon tea, it being Sunday tomorrow Katrina. It’s about time I think. I would like them to meet you; father particularly. It will need to be high tea. Can you manage that?”
I agreed that I could.
“You’ll need to go down to the store today to buy some nice cakes and stuff.” She threw me the set of car keys. “And fill her up with gas whilst you’re there. Take some money from out of my purse.”
There was the proof I needed that I was now part of the furniture again and trusted too. This realisation made me happy and I did not take advantage of her trust. I was not at all prepared for what was about to happen next.
We were sitting on the chesterfield together watching television. “When my mother and father come here tomorrow I shall take mother off somewhere leaving you alone with Dad. I expect he will make some sort of pass at you. I want you to play along with it.”
“Play along? What do you mean by that Petronella?”
“Don’t put him off.”
“You mean, encourage him?”
“Yes. I want you to be very willing. tuzla escort As though you find it a great honour to be groped by such an important man as Edward Chambeau.”
I turned to look Pet straight in the face to try and see whether she meant what she was asking. She apparently did. “What do you want me to do with him? Give him a blow job?”
“Yes, if that’s what he wants.”
“How old is he?”
“Sixty-three. What has his age to do with anything? You were accommodating men of all ages back in that prison of yours.”
“No, it’s not because I am fussy on that score. I was just trying to see how athletic he might be.”
“Good girl. We might make a good team yet. I think he may want to fuck your arse.”
“Won’t he expect me to have a cunt then? Surely he will. Finding out what I am might be a terrible shock for him>”
“He knows,” Pet confided. “Somebody whispered in his ear that my new maid was, let’s say, different from most maids. And he’s likely to keep that information very much to himself. He certainly will if he fucks you. I shall have something on him in that case.”
“Blackmail?”
“Sort of. I would rather you called it an insurance policy.”
“Ah,” I said, “perhaps I can see where you’re coming from.”
“Yours is to do as you’re told and not to wonder why, Katrina.” she said, firmly putting me in my place.
“Does he know……….? Does he know I was once Keith, your husband?”
“No. And he’s not to know either. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress,” I said, a little daunted by the force of her reply.
“Tomorrow it would be better if you referred to me as ‘mistress’, whilst they are here, at least. I would like you to use the term more often anyway. Tomorrow will help you to get used to the idea.”
I wasn’t too keen on the idea myself but I was hardly in a position to argue. “Where will you and your mother be?”
“Probably I will take her somewhere in the car. I’ll make sure you’ll have at least ninety minutes to get the deed done. I want Dad eating from out of my hand eventually. All in good time.”
Petronella had changed. I never knew her to be so positive and focussed when we were living conventionally together. Sure, she liked to get her own way, such as insisting we went on holiday to Kyrshestan and neighbouring countries – the holiday that changed my life inexorably. Now she was scheming against her own kith and kin, and on a totally different plain.
Sunday mid-day Petronella helped me get ready. Pink lacy panties were inevitable and a lacy white bra too; one that uplifted my breasts and left my nipples in full view, covered just by a cotton blouse with an elasticised neckline. One little downward tug and my nipples would be exposed. Then a figure hugging little black waitress style dress, mid-thigh and with a bunch of white frilly petticoats from the waist down. The hem of the dress just about hid the slips of a red suspender belt holding up black stockings. Black shoes with medium heels completed the ensemble. I was still learning to walk on very high heels. Pet fixed my hair into a very attractive chignon bun. I was bait for any red-blooded man, no doubt about that. Pet’s finale was to spray me with a fragrant perfume.
My trapped Twiglet was straining and threatening to explode on its own accord again.
As I served afternoon tea to Pet and her visitors I was aware that Ted Chambeau’s eyes returned to my legs, my frilly bits and my tits whenever he felt it safe to do so. He was hooked. All he needed was the opportunity. Petronella saw to it he was given opportunity in spades.
As soon as Pet’s car with Lucy Chambeau as passenger turned out of the drive and onto the highway Ted was at me. He was a big man, 280lbs at a guess, with a firm paunch but legs strengthened at the golf course no doubt. He had a full head of very white hair, was clean shaven with rosy red cheeks. His hands were big, but soft; the hands of an entrepreneur.
He came up behind me when I wasn’t expecting him to. He placed his hands on my waist and I felt his strength as he swivelled me round to face him. He planted his lips on mine before I had the chance to weigh up the situation. I didn’t mind, of course. His tongue probed my mouth and I reciprocated; sucking at his tongue and giving him every encouragement. He liked that and moved closer. I could feel his erection against my stomach. We kissed and kissed. I was in a new heaven. I had had so little physical human contact since arriving back from Europe.
“Still kissing him, I dropped my hand into his groin and felt his erection. Ted gasped and stopped returning my kisses momentarily. A picture of premature ejaculation crossed my mind. That would be a disaster. I took my hand away and put it behind his head, drawing him in closer if that were possible. He smelled nice; a fragrant perfume or toilet water mixed with fresh sweat from his armpits. I wanted him as badly as apparently he wanted me.
I göztepe escort drew away and across to the fated chesterfield settee. Free of entanglement I took the opportunity to bob down on my haunches and attack the belt of his trousers. I had them lowered in no time, his underpants followed straight afterwards and then his prick in my mouth. Fuck me, two sucks and he was filling my mouth with buckets of semen.
I swallowed it all, dripping none. Naturally his prick started to wilt and I raised myself to face level. We looked each other straight in the eye. Mine said, “that was great, don’t have a conscience, and can we have another go”. I think his eyes were looking back to the last ten minutes. I had to try and get him going again.
I pulled down the elastic of my blouse exposing my nipples and breasts snug in my half brassiere. I guided Ted to sit down and I mounted him face on, just so I was able to get my tits into close to his lips. I lifted out my left breast from its cradle and offered its nipple to Ted’s mouth. Thank goodness he started sucking. So far I was on track.
I gave him a good long time with my left breast before weaning him onto the right. I was kneeling with my legs either side of his and my groin was atop of his. Careful to keep him sucking I wiggled my groin into his and eventually I felt signs of life. The man showed no wish to stop, and soon I was confident I had him hooked again. I was really desperate to feel his prick in my arse and I would have done just about anything to achieve that end.
At last I adjudged I had him hard enough, totally hard in fact. I rummaged down with the free hand not feeding him my nipple, and managed to release his trapped hard-on from inside his trousers. It stood up straight and firm. There was no way I could get my knickers off without breaking the hold and standing up or whatever. I pulled the gusset of my panties aside and managed to guide the tip of Ted’s penis to line up with my sphincter.
This was not ideal. I had lubed myself quite comprehensively whilst I was serving tea but that was over half an hour ago. There was no chance I could add more. The lube was in the kitchen and to go out there would have broken the spell. I couldn’t risk that. I bore down on his prick as it lay temptingly lined up with my puckered button.
Six months of being fucked in the arse held me in good stead on this occasion. My arse opened up on command and Ted slid into me, no problem at all. He let out a cry which I interpreted as exultation. I might have added a similar one of my own had I not been engulfed in a mixture of relief and pure satisfaction. Now I had him in me he was going nowhere until he had given me a ride and ended up spunking inside me. Selfishly I took my pleasure, virtually giving the great Edward Chambeau no say in the matter. I was so close to my orgasm when I felt Ted spewing his seed inside me. That was enough to send me over the edge and I just cannot describe in words the joy, the relief, the combinations of sensations I had not felt for a good long time – since leaving Belak. My body just sagged and we remained there like frozen statuettes, for a good long enjoyable time.
Eventually I released myself up, rewarded Mr. Chambeau a wan smile, and disappeared from the room. I took myself off to where Chambeau wouldn’t find me. This was a deliberate ploy on my part that occurred to me just then. By disappearing I would allow the man to clean himself up and readjust to who he was and, at the same time, make me look that little more mysterious. I wanted him to come back for more another day, and more after that.
I allowed the man’s jizz to take its own time to ooze out of my arsehole. I just loved the feeling. All done I was rather loathe to wipe away the evidence spread down on both my thighs.
Sometime later I heard Pet and Mrs. Chambeau returning and meeting up with Ted. I stayed out of the way until they’d gone but meanwhile cleaned myself up and changed back into freshly laundered my No 2 uniform. I made myself up and sprayed myself with perfume. I really felt like a satisfied woman.
Evidently it had been clear to Petronella when she arrived back, that her plan had been a success. She called me down once her parents had departed and rewarded me with a warm kiss. The atmosphere was very much of two co-conspirators congratulating each other on a job well done.
Come Wednesday of that week Ted was already badgering his daughter to try and arrange another tryst with me. “I want to try and keep him mean by denying him access to you Katrina,” she confided. My problem with that is he knows I spend Friday nights in Boston and you are here alone. Almost certainly he will come after you whilst I am away. I can’t think of a way round that other than to take you to Boston with me.”
Of course such a happening would suit me fine; anything to get me away from the housework and routines of our house in Arrow Falls for a few days. “I promise to behave üsküdar escort myself,” I offered.
“Yes, but it’s complicated,” said Pet somewhat distractively.
“I know you get fucked when you’re there,” I ventured, probably totally out of order.
A silence ensued. I guessed Petronella was deciding whether to take me to task for such a loose comment, or let it pass. “And how, quite, do you arrive at that sort of conclusion?”
“I do the laundry, mistress,” I said in total abdication, hoping to avoid any negative comeback.
Pet huffed but let my transgression pass. “Yes, I do see a male friend whilst I am there. But I don’t want him to have anything to do with you. I need a plan.”
Clearly our conversation was at an end on that subject. I did entertain a vision that the so-called friend might well be the cause of Pet’s virgina being so loose. I remembered the last, and one and only time I was given access since returning from Europe. Now I only had Twiglet the tightness of Pet’s snatch was rather academic as far as I was concerned.
As it so transpired Ted and his wife, Lucy, were engaged on the Friday, attending a conference in New York. Pet quite happily left me at home whilst she went off and, on cue, arrive back covered in spunk on the Saturday. “Why didn’t she shower before coming back home?” I couldn’t work that one out unless being so defiled was one of the kinks Pet enjoyed with that relationship. I could understand the feeling of satisfaction at being “well fucked”.
I was starting to be less and less surprised at the range of ideas Petronella was coming up with. On that second Sunday Ted was away in distant parts playing golf. Pet invited her mother over to share Sunday lunch and the afternoon as well. She took me aside on the Saturday night. “I want you to pile on the charm with Lucy, Katrina. I have long suspected she has developed suppressed lesbian tendencies. Let’s see if you can work on that. Ultimately I would like to see her and Ted sharing you in bed.”
My Twiglet really turn hard at that suggestion. True to form it then squirted; a nice sensation. It was never much but I needed to change my soiled panties at the first opportunity. When I came back downstairs Pet guessed what had happened and laughed heartily. “I’m going to have to suck that little appendage of your, Kat, if only to see what its squirt tastes like.” Those words had Twiglet hard again, but happily I stayed dry.
I was having difficulty in trying to fathom Pet’s motives in having me try to seduced her mother as well as her father. I had always know she felt she had a difficult childhood. Her father’s endeavours to strive for wealth and fame had the fairly classic detrimental effect on the children. Petronella had gone without nothing that could be bought for money, but the price of love and affection could not be measured in cents and dollars. I would have though my Petronella could have raised herself above that, and when we were an item before Kyrshestan, I would say she had. Currently it looked to be otherwise.
I really don’t think she meant them any lasting harm. She was out to try and put them in her pocket or, more adroitly, her handbag. For my part, I was a willing slave in that endeavour. What did I care?
Lucy, at 52, was ten years younger than husband Ted. They had three children of which Petronella was the oldest. Ted, from a humble background, had the drive and business acumen. Lucy provided the class. Fred was born with the surname Dvorak. Lucy was a Chambeau. Nevertheless they both claimed they could trace branches of their individual ancestries back to the Pilgrim Fathers. The pair of them were very much part of the snob set in Arrow Falls. Was this the reason for Petronella’s apparent determination to bring them down a peg or two?
Pet decided the best way to impress her mother was for me to dress with “sexy conservatism” – they were her words. I was to wear a long dress, a classy floral cotton mix, with an open neckline that I could manoeuvre when I wished to allow glimpses of my tits nestled in the same bra as I had worn for the seduction of her husband. “Discrete make-up and loads of expensive perfume,” Pet directed. I was sceptical because Lucy knew I was her daughter’s maid and would probably wonder what was going on.
I couldn’t imagine it would be a case of striking the jackpot on first play; and it wasn’t. Nevertheless, my instructions were my instructions and I did my best to give Pet what she wanted. I did catch Lucy’s eyes wandering and taking aboard the visual opportunities I deliberately gave her of my bosom. She seemed quite ready to accept my apparently quite innocent touching and patting. She certainly didn’t move away when we sat close together on the chesterfield.
I was in for a big and exciting surprise, Pet told me on the Monday that she would be taking me to Boston with her on the coming Friday. She confided she belonged to a club in the Faneuil Hall area and every year they had a Master or Mistress Slave Night. “It’s great fun Kat. You’ll see I’m right. You’ll come with me as a slave.”
I enjoyed a little twinge at hearing that. I quite fancied the idea of being a slave. Mind you, wasn’t I virtually one already?
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