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Subject: {ASSM} Sam's bad idea (MF FF FFM FDom TG)
Date: Mon,  2 Sep 2002 16:10:04 -0400
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Here's a story that I am the author of.  If there is a demand I 
will add on to it. That's why I say if you want more let me 
know.  All the standard disclaimers apply.  You must be over 
18 or 21 depending upon your local laws.  All the people in the 
story are fictitious therefore  no relationship to any real person 
living or dead.  Enjoy.

SAM'S BAD IDEA.

I met my wife, Sue, in college.  She was a freshman and I was 
a sophomore. She was undecided as to her major but really 
liked the sciences.  That's what originally drew me to her. I was 
a computer science geek and she seemed like a techy too.  We 
dated for about four years and after graduation we decided get 
married.  I went to work in at aerospace company in their web 
group while Sue continued on in school to get her MD degree.  

During the next few years I worked, Sue studied, went to 
classes, studied, starting her internship, studied, residency, 
studied and finally graduated with her MD degree as a 
gynecologist.

 After graduation we got the old gang back together from our 
undergraduate days and threw a huge graduation party for Sue.  
The party went on into the night and we all got pretty loaded as 
the beer ran out and we started in on the stronger stuff.  As 
usual when people start getting friendly the conversation 
started to turn to sex and activities we did back in school.  

 Sue and I had been married for about 8 years and this was the 
first time I had heard that she and her roommate in college used 
to satisfy each other's needs on occasion when her roommate 
was between boyfriends or just to relieve the occasional need.

 By this point I was about to explode hearing the details of my 
wife's bi-sexual experiences 10 years before.  She never 
mentioned it nor showed any signs of anything happening after 
we married.  I saw a possible opportunity to have every guy's 
fantasy.

 Over the next few months I brought up the subject of her 
college roommate and we always ended up in bed having wild 
sex.  During those discussions I would try to convince her that 
I would be okay with her having extra-marital affairs with 
other women as long as she would bring the stories home.  But 
she didn't appear to want to.  I had to try a different approach.

 So my new approach would be to start to show her the 
beauties of women and the not-so-beauties of men.  Smooth 
curves vs. pot bellies, soft skin vs. stubble and body hair, the 
taste of a women vs. the taste of male semen, the gentleness vs. 
rough-n-tough.... I think she started to be convinced.  Our sex 
life, or at least mine, was starting to slow down. But Sue 
seemed to have renewed vigor in her step and seemed to smile 
more.

 I also started to notice she was shaving her pussy closer than 
normal.  When I asked her about it she replied, "do you have a 
complaint?"  

"No way, I like it shaven."

When I got home on Friday Sue wasn't home, just a note on the 
kitchen table that read, "Let's have some fun tonight, we'll call 
it game night.  Fix yourself a light dinner, don't drink too much 
or you'll be sorry, clean up the mess, go up to the bedroom and 
follow the instructions on the bed."

Eat dinner, who was she kidding, I ran up stairs and found on 
the bed four cuffs, a blindfold and a note.  The note read: You 
probably didn't eat dinner, that's okay at least you didn't make a 
mess.  Do NOT go back down stairs.  Since you couldn't 
follow my simple instructions, you can't go back and try again.  
Remove your clothes, all of them and put the cuffs on your 
wrists and ankles.  Attach the 3-inch chain between your wrists 
using the locks and lock them.  Put on the blindfold and stand 
next to the bed.  DO NOT sit down!

I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it seemed like forever 
before I heard the garage door go up and Sue's car pull in.  

I could hear her in the kitchen, then footsteps coming up the 
stairs.  

I was rock hard. Sue played games on occasion, but this one 
was one of the best.

"Well you can almost follow instructions.  Don't make any 
more errors or the game is over."  Click.....  

"What was that?"

"If I wanted you to know, I wouldn't have you blind folded.  
Move backwards to the wall then come forward about a foot."

I did as I was told.  I heard some movement behind me then 
Sue said, "Put your hands on top of your head."

As I did this I could feel that my hands were being raised way 
over my head.  It was tight and secure.

Sue removed the blindfold, I looked up and I noticed for the 
first time the large hook in the ceiling, and another chain 
locking me to it.  "Like it?"

"I think so," I replied.

Sue grabbed my cock and scratched at my balls, "Liar - You 
love it."

I had to admit; I was as excited as I'd ever been.

Sue then went into the closet and pulled out what looked like 
an expandable shower curtain rod with eyelets on the end and 
attached it to the cuffs on my ankles.  As she spread it apart, 
my arms were being pulled harder and harder. When I was 
almost on my tiptoes, she locked the bar.  I was uncomfortable, 
but not in any pain - yet.

Sue gave me a big kiss and said "Don't go anywhere, I'll be 
right back. Almost right back at least."

I could hear noise in the kitchen.  She was making herself 
dinner.  Shit,  I should have eaten dinner. I was starting to get 
hungry, I should have listened and eaten something first.

About 15 minutes later, my feet were beginning to hurt from 
being up on my tiptoes.  After 30 minutes I was in real pain.  
45 minutes later Sue reappeared noticing my discomfort she 
asked if I wanted more support on my feet.

"Oh YES" I said.

She went into the closet and pulled out a shoebox. It contained 
pink fuzzy slippers with 3-inch heals.  "I can't wear those, 
they'll be too small."

"No they won't, they'll fit you perfectly"

And she slipped them on my feet.  A perfect fit.  And my 
aching feet never felt better. 

I asked, "What type of games are we going to play tonight."

"Patience..." and the blindfold went back on.

Then she left again.  I heard noises, but couldn't figure what 
they were.

When Sue came back in she took off the blind fold .... 
"Surprise...." ... Standing next to Sue was another doctor from 
the office, Nancy.

Here I was hung in the bedroom by a hook in the ceiling 
wearing pink fuzzy slippers with a raging hard-on and one of 
Sue's co-workers is standing in front of me checking out my 
bonds.
 
Nancy was another doctor in the office that Sue and I had often 
talked about as being a little different and often wondered if 
she was "living an alternate life style".  Her hair was longer 
than I remember and I don't remember the three piercing in 
each ear either.

"What are you doing Sue, why is Nancy here?"  As if I didn't 
hope.

"A few months ago you mentioned that you didn't mind if I had 
extra-marital affairs with women as long as I brought home 
stories.  And when you started to point out all the nice parts of 
being with a woman and all the rough parts of being with a 
man I decided to find out.  I'm sure you noticed the lack of sex 
we've had lately.  Nancy has been filling the bill, sort-a-speak, 
for the past few months.  As it turns out, Nancy is a sub.  She 
likes it when I control the sex and now she is totally devoted to 
me.  She is growing her hair longer for me and has had a few 
more piercings. "

Sue turned to Nancy and said, "Now."

Nancy stripped off all her clothes except a very tight black 
boned corset that was so tight I don't now how she could 
breathe.  Her breasts weren't all that big, but because of the 
corset pushing and molding them, they stood up perfectly.

"Nancy, show Sam your outfit."

Nancy slowly turned around.  LOCKS.  The corset, which still 
had room to be tightened was locked on.

"You see Sam, Nancy here will do anything I tell her to do, and 
I have you to thank for that."

Sue took off her clothes while Nancy neatly folded them and 
put them on a chair in the corner.  Sue then went over to the 
closet and pulled out a leather belt (where did she get all of this 
stuff?) with rings on all the way around and put it on Nancy, 
tightly.  She then proceeded to tie Nancy's wrists to the belt at 
her sides.  Effectively immobilizing her hands and arms.

Sue sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Your dinner is 
served."

Nancy crawled over to Sue's waiting pussy and started to lick 
and suck then I noticed she was chewing.  I couldn't get a good 
look because of the angle, but I couldn't help hear crunching.  
Then I asked, "What's for dinner?"

"Carrot," replied Sue.  "Nancy, share your dinner with Sam."

Nancy was literally eating my wife out.  Apparently Nancy had 
inserted a carrot into her pussy, which was to be Nancy's 
dinner.  Just the thought of that almost made me cum.

Nancy walked over to me and gave me a big French kiss and 
gave me a full mouth full of carrot.  I could taste Nancy's pussy 
juice.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

About the same time Nancy finished the carrot, Sue was 
getting pretty worked up and ordered Nancy to keep going or 
she would be tied up like me and left all night.  Sue finally 
came, but it took a while.  Nancy was sweating.

"Not good enough.  That took entirely too long."

Nancy looked worried.

"Go downstairs and bring up my bag."

Nancy looked worried, but excited at the same time.  When she 
returned she was carrying Sue's medical bag.  Sue pulled out a 
disinfectant wipe and a rather nasty looking needle.

"Sit in that chair," Sue ordered.

Without question Nancy sat in the chair and Sue proceeded to 
tie her legs to the chair legs so she was totally exposed.  Sue 
pulled out a small vibrator and placed it in Nancy's pussy.  It 
wasn't long before she was starting to sweat and squirm.  

Sue turned the vibrator to low.  Gave Nancy a very long and 
loving kiss and said "I love you."

I was floored.  Sue is in love with a woman?  Maybe I went too 
far with my prodding and encouragement.  

Sue took the disinfectant wipe, washed off Nancy's left nipple, 
pushed the needle through and inserted a pretty thick ring.  As 
Sue did that she turned up the vibrator to high.

I thought Nancy was going to explode.  She came so much 
there was a small puddle under her pussy.  Nancy leaned up 
and gave Sue a loving kiss and said thank you for the jewelry.  

But Sue wasn't done yet.  She put on a few drops of crazy glue 
on the joint to make it impossible to get it off without cutting.

The scene was driving me wild.  I was as hard as ever.

Sue untied Nancy stepped back to check out her work licked 
her lips then looked in my direction.  "maybe we'll do the same 
with you later."

Sue untied Nancy's wrists and gave her a very, VERY, loving 
kiss.  They fell on the bed and started to make love in every 
possible position and even some I thought were impossible.

They went on, and on, for hours and all I could do was watch.  
When they were done, Nancy looked at me and said, "What 
should we do with him?" With the emphasis on the 'him' part. 

"I've already thought of that."  Then my wife went back to the 
closet and came back with what looked like a dildo, but with an 
odd shape and handle.

"Ah - you're going to milk him," Nancy said.

I didn't like the sound of that.  "Milk what?"

"Your prostate silly."

Then with a little oil (thank you) Sue inserted the dildo into my 
ass.  Sue told Nancy to cup her hands in front of my cock and 
catch whatever comes out. Sue moved the dildo around in my 
ass for about 5 seconds and I shot my load into Nancy's waiting 
hand.  I didn't experience the normal orgasm; I just shot my 
load.  And what a load it was, it just seemed to keep coming, 
and coming.

"YUCK!  What the hell do you want me to do with this mess?"

"Good question.  Sam was supposed to cleanup after dinner, 
which he didn't have. He's probably thirsty after the carrot, feed 
it to him and have him clean up your hands afterwards."

"NO WAY," I said.

"Yes you will."  And with that Sue slapped my ass so hard I 
yelled out.  Nancy slammed her hand to my mouth and I had no 
choice but to swallow.  Nancy had fed me my own cum and 
laughed all the time.  When they were sure I had swallowed 
everything Nancy took her hand off my mouth and noticed it 
was still covered.

"LICK," ordered Sue, "Make sure her hand is clean or you can 
stay like that all night."

What choice did I have?  My first taste of cum.  Not too bad, 
salty and slimy, but not too bad.  Then I noticed I was still 
hard.  Usually one time and I'm through.  I asked Sue about it.

"You didn't orgasm.  You just expelled the semen that was in 
your prostate.  You're probably just as horny now as you were 
before."

She was right.

Sue and Nancy left me hanging in the bedroom and took a 
shower together, a long shower.  I could hear giggling and then 
silence, then movement then moaning.  After about 30 minutes 
I could hear the front door open and close and Sue coming 
backup the stairs.

"What did you think of my little surprise?"

"I loved it!"

"Did you like everything, my new friend, the hook in the 
ceiling, the cuffs, the show, the piercing, the shoes?"

Shit, the shoes.  I forgot I was wearing them.  Nancy saw that.  
I turned bright red and Sue knew why.

"Yes, everything," I confessed.

"How would you like to have your nipples pierced like 
Nancy's?"

"I'm not sure," I lied.  I would love it, but ....

"Liar!  Again your dick gives you away."

Sue said that she would let me down, but that I would have to 
keep the cuffs locked in place, but behind my back, because 
she was too tired from all the activities and she didn't want to 
fight me off.  She did say that if I left the shoes on while I got 
ready for bed, that I could kiss her pussy.

I readily agreed.  She let me down, undid my legs and let me 
go to the bathroom to get ready for bed.  I was surprised how 
well I walked in the 3-inch slippers.  Even Sue commented that 
they thinned out my legs and I walked like a natural girl.

I came back into the bedroom, got in to bed with the slippers 
still on.  Sue relocked my wrists behind my back and connected 
a small chain from my wrists to my ankles.  I was effectively 
hog tied from behind.  Sue went up on all fours and said I had 
to kiss her ass before I could touch her anywhere else.  

I wasn't too keen on the idea, but I knew that if I didn't do as 
she asked I would not be allowed to go down on her.  I 
squirmed over to her and gave the smallest of kisses to her ass.  

"WRONG!  Now you have to not only kiss my ass but you 
must lick it too!"

Shit, blew that one.  I gave a better kiss and barely touched her 
ass with my tongue.

"WRONG!  I wanted you to lick it, now I want you to french 
kiss my ass - all tongue, worship my ass and MAYBE I'll let 
you kiss my pussy."

"No way," I said.

Wham - She pushed me out of bed onto the floor and said 
"Nancy loves my ass and kisses it whenever I say.  You're 
right, women are better than men."

"What have I done," I thought to my self.

I started to get back up on to the bed and ...

Wham, "You are not invited in this bed tonight."

I slept on the floor, hog tied, hungry and horny as hell.

Morning came, I was very sore.  Sue leaned over, kissed me 
hard, unlocked the cuffs and invited me to join her in bed. She 
told me to lay still on my back and she would take care of 
everything.

I was has hard as a rock.  She slowly positioned herself over 
me and dropped down like a pile driver.  She was as wet as I 
was hard.  Slowly she lifted herself off then - wham - back 
down.  She was driving me wild.  It didn't take long for me to 
lose my load.  

As soon as I was finished, she hopped off positioned her ass in 
my face.  I knew what she wanted, and I kissed that ass like 
there was no tomorrow.  Then for my reward (?) she put her 
pussy to my lips and said that I may kiss her pussy.  What I had 
forgotten was I had just shot a rather large load of cum there. 

When I started to kiss her she sat up and pushed herself down 
on my mouth.  I started to gag as the cum slid down my throat.  
But with her pussy juice and the cum didn't taste as bad as last 
night.

I could tell that Sue was close to an orgasm, I picked up my 
pace, and then she went very stiff, grabbed my cock and 
squeezed.  I'm not sure she knew what she was doing, it hurt 
like hell, but she surly enjoyed the experience.

About four weeks later we discovered that Sue was expecting 
our first child.  I was excited; Sue was less so.  Not upset, just 
worried about her career.  We talked about what we were going 
to do about daycare and what responsibilities each of us would 
have.

"Sue, I can do my job from home.  In fact, I could quit my 
crummy job and work out of the house freelancing.  You make 
way more than enough money, so if I don't work 100% of the 
time, we'll still be okay."

Sue paused, thought a few moments, smiled and said, "Kind of 
like a house-wife?"

"Well, more like a House-husband."

"Whatever....."

So it was decided.  I'd quit my job a few weeks before the baby 
was scheduled to arrive. That way I could get the house ready 
for a new baby, setup an office for myself, and the million 
other things to do to get ready.

Over the next few weeks Sue seemed to spend a lot of time 
with Nancy.  And each time she did, we would have wild sex 
the next day.  

It was late fall, and pretty chilly, One time Sue had 'hung me' 
back up on the hook in the bedroom and put the spreader bar 
on.  By now I had learned to ask for the pink slippers to 
support the weight.  If I didn't ask she wouldn't give them to 
me and one time I had to stay that way the whole night.  My 
feet were sore for days.

To tell the truth, they actually felt pretty nice on my feet. But 
tonight was a little different, it was chilly in the house and I 
asked if I the heat could be turned up a bit.

"No, I have a better idea," she said as she went into the closet.  
She came out with a dress box.  It contained what looked like a 
very expensive dress with laces up each side. Sue took the 
laces out threw it over my head and relaced it up.  On the first 
pass it was pretty loose, then she pulled the laces tighter.  

"Well it will do for now, but the figure is all wrong," Sue said 
as she stepped back to admire her work.

I was not too happy about the attire, but it was a bit warmer.  I 
looked down and saw my cock straining to get through the 
material.

"Like that?  Oh, of course you do, just look at this," she said as 
she stroked my cock through the silky material, not waiting for 
me to respond.

Then the door opened, Nancy walked in.  "He looks pretty 
good in that dress, just a little filling needed on top and a little 
thinning in the middle and he would be a natural - maybe even 
enough to join us some time." ....

"Join them, Please... Please, every time we do this I want to 
join you,"  I wished to my self.  I learned the last time that I 
begged, not to.  The pain from Sue's hand slapping my face 
was very real.

...."But those shoes will never do."

Sue walked into the closet saying, "You're so right."

When she came back she was carrying a shoebox that had 4-
inch spiked heals the straps that run up the legs.  Sue undid one 
of the ankle cuffs while Nancy did the other. They both warned 
me not to try anything or I'd be sorry.  When they were done, 
they stepped back and admired their work.

"Nice match," said Nancy, "but too much hair."

"Another time maybe, right now I'm hungry and thirsty.  "

Sue positioned the full-length mirror on the door so I would be 
able to see myself while they were gone.  Then I heard the 
garage door open.  They were leaving!

Three hours later they came back, totally loaded.  Hopped on 
the bed and went at it.  One thing I did notice is that Nancy had 
to kiss (french style) Sue's ass before she was allowed to taste 
Sue's pussy.  That site there was almost enough to set me off.

When they were done, I was ready for the ritual milking and 
feeding which was the norm. But this time Sue grabbed the 
camera and snapped a couple of pictures of me in a black dress 
with a hard-on to end all hard-ons.

"You know Sue, he could almost pass.  Remove some body 
hair, add some make-up, let the hair on his head grow a bit and 
I would almost let him join us one night."

"Oh look how he's gone weak in the knees.  He must like that 
idea," Nancy cooed to Sue.

Sue leaned close gave me a big wet kiss, squeezed my balls 
through the dress, and said  "Soon...."

Sue was about 2 months along when she called me at work one 
Friday and said that her parents were coming for a visit on 
Monday to help get ready for the baby, throw a shower...etc... 
and that she (Sue) wanted the rock garden setup before she got 
here next week.

Sue and I had discussed a rock garden, but I never got around 
to doing anything about it.  Apparently, Sue had.

Sue had already ordered the blocks for the retaining wall, the 
dirt to fill it up, and some stone for around the house to be 
delivered over the next few weeks.  Unfortunately that would 
not fit the current time schedule of Monday.

When I got home from work there was a note on the kitchen 
table.  Saturday morning the stuff you need to build the 
stonewall for the garden on the side of the house will be 
waiting for you in the driveway.  At noon 4 tons of dirt will be 
delivered for the garden.  You must move and build the wall 
and garden alone. Make sure it's in place before Sunday when a 
delivery of 3 tons of stone to put around the house will be 
delivered by noon.

Holy shit.  I can't do that in one day plus the stone on Sunday.  
On the back was a 'PS' if you finish on time, next Friday night 
Nancy is coming over and I think I can convince her to let you 
join us.

That was all the reason I needed to get it all done.

Saturday morning I got dressed and ran down stairs to find 
piles of blocks for the retaining wall for the garden

I got most of the blocks in place when the dirt arrived.  I got 
about 1/2 of the dirt moved before dinner.  Sue didn't come 
home that night, but Nancy's number was on the caller-id.  I 
knew what that meant.  Just the thought of them together gave 
me a hard-on that wouldn't go away.  I went to the bathroom 
and started to jack-off and the phone rang.  It was Sue.  She 
was breathing heavily.  I could hear Nancy giggling in the 
background.  She said "I know what you're doing and you had 
better not cum or the cuffs go back on.  It would be very tough 
to move all that stone with your hands tied behind your back."

SHIT, how did she know....Lucky guess I guess.

I sucked down a quick dinner and was working by a work light 
when I finished with the dirt.

Sunday morning came and I was awakened by the sound of a 
truck backing up in the driveway, and then the sound of 3 tons 
of stone being dumped at the bottom of the driveway. SHIT, I 
needed that on the side of the house.  I'll never get it moved in 
time.

I was so sore from yesterday, and now I have to move all that 
stone by hand.  Well, good luck was on my side that day.  On 
the way home, Sue was called into an emergency C-Section 
and was delayed about 2 hours.  I was just finishing when she 
got home.

Sue had picked up a pizza for us and looked around at the work 
and was impressed. I finished all of it. "See what you can do 
when you put your mind to it?"

We ate the pizza and watched some TV.  Sue was playing with 
my cock and balls, but wouldn't let me touch her at all. "Make 
my pussy feel nice," she commanded?

"Oh yea, I'd love to."

"Well you know the rules.  You have to kiss my ass to show 
how much you love me first."

I knew that I had better kiss it for real or I would never get to 
feel the softness of her pussy again.  She stripped down and 
bent over.  I kissed Sue's ass.

"Nope, I told you before, you must french kiss with all your 
might."

I was in no state to argue, I went at her ass like no man has 
ever done it.  Sue starting moaning and playing with herself 
and very quickly had an orgasm that was bigger than I'd ever 
seen her have.  She rolled over, spread her legs and said that I 
could only kiss her lightly once then I had to clean up the pizza 
mess."
 
I was devastated.  I didn't care what she said and went at her 
with all I could.

The pain was hard to describe.  She slapped my face so hard I 
thought my jaw was broken.  She grabbed me by the balls, 
dragged me up stairs and told me to hog-tie myself up, lay 
down on the floor next to the bed like a pet should. 

To this day, I don't know why I did what she said without 
argument, but I did.

About 3:00 I woke up and I couldn't move.  Really, I couldn't 
move at all and not because of the ropes.  I yelled for Sue and 
she leaned over and asked what the hell my problem was and I 
told her.  Sue guessed it was from all the work I had done then 
being hog tied all night.

She untied me and helped me straighten out, but the pain in my 
back was intense.  She called Nancy, who works with back 
problems, and Nancy said to get me to her office right away.

Sue called for am ambulance since she couldn't get me down 
the stairs.  I was loaded onto a stretcher in a fetal position and 
taken to the clinic.  Both Sue and Nancy looked concerned.  
After feeling my back and taking some x-rays the two ladies 
came back in to the room.  Sue looked like she was crying.

Nancy explained that I had done some real damage to my back 
by moving all the dirt and stones that weekend and that I was 
going to have to be put in traction. They didn't know how long, 
but it would probably be for a few months.

"MONTHS!" I yelled.  

Sue called my employer to explain the situation and that I 
would have to take an extended medical leave.

The pain was so intense when they tried to straighten my back 
out that Nancy suggested an experimental treatment.  They put 
on what looked like a blowup shirt.  There were about 10 
different rings with separate spouts for adjusting the pressure in 
different spots.   As more air was forced into the shirt it would 
straighten me up slowly.  So every couple of hours Sue or 
Nancy came into my room and pumped a little air into each 
ring of the shirt and the pain was not as bad.  It was tight, but 
bearable.

By dinnertime I was as straight as a board. When filled (at least 
I thought it was filled) it reached from my arm pits to my groin. 

By now I was starving, I hadn't eaten since last night's pizza, 
which was interrupted prematurely.  Dinner in the hospital was 
less than thrilling; a small salad with a ton of vitamin pills.  
Nancy explained that the vitamins will help with the 
"development and healing."  She also explained that later in the 
evening a plaster cast will be put on from just above my elbows 
to just above my knees to immobilize my back but will allow 
for me to go home in a few days.  She also mentioned that 
there was some swelling in my back that will subside during 
the next few days and the blow up rings will be adjusted as 
needed slightly every day or so to keep the pressure pretty 
constant to help with the "development and healing".  I was 
instructed to tell them if the pressure at any time was not very 
tight.

True to her word, at 9:00 that night a catheter was inserted and 
the wrapping was started. It took almost 2 hours to complete 
the whole process.  When it was done, it looked like I was a 
human cross.  I couldn't move even if I wanted to.  "Months, 
what the hell was I going to do for months," I said to myself.  
The television was pretty much my only outlet while in the 
hospital.

On Friday I was sent home.  It must have been a real site to see 
a human cross being wheeled down the halls of the hospital.  

Sue had arranged for 24 hour care for me because she could be 
called into work at any time and since I couldn't get around I 
could not be left alone for safety reasons.  The nurse they hired 
moved in to the house so we could just have one continuous 
person instead of tag teaming every 8 hours.  It worked out 
nicely.  The nurse was very professional in everyway.

My daily life was pretty much boring.  Meals were some gooey 
liquid for breakfast and some vitamins, lunch was a very light 
salad with vitamins, dinner of fruit with vitamins.  After each 
meal a little more air was added to the compression shirt even 
though I had told Sue that it was plenty tight and it was starting 
to cut off my breathing.  It dawned on me on about the third 
week that the swelling should have gone down by now and it 
the increased pressure was probably not necessary anymore.

Nancy and Sue agreed and stopped inflating the shirt.  Thank 
God, because it was really starting to cut off my breathing.  
About a week later I noticed that the pressure on the bottom 
part of my back was decreasing.  I mentioned this to Sue and 
she started to inflate the rings again.  We thought it was due to 
the lack of food.  I also noticed that the top was not getting 
looser, but actually felt tighter. Sue explained that was 
probably caused by my ribs not allowing them to compress any 
more. She let out a little pressure on a few of the upper rings.  
It felt much better.

Daytime TV is rather mundane, talk show after talk show about 
women who have this problem or that problem.  I started to 
sympathize with them and could start to see patterns in 
behavior.  On occasion found myself crying when something 
really touching came up.  This was very strange.  I never cry.

It had been about two months before I realized that I hadn't had 
any "contact" with Sue and that she was probably spending 
some time at Nancy's.  Typically when those thoughts came to 
mind, I would get a raging hard-on, shortness of breath and my 
heart would start pounding. Today, there was no reaction, 
nothing.  I could understand her needs, but what really 
surprised me was that after two months I wasn't climbing the 
walls.  I called Nancy about this and Sue answered the phone. I 
explained everything.

I thought it was possibly because of the catheter but Sue said 
no.  Sue told me to hang on, and she and Nancy would be right 
over.  They dismissed the nurse for the night.  Gave her the 
evening off.

After she had left Sue and Nancy started to poke and prod here 
and there with very little reaction.  I could feel everything, but 
an erection was not forth coming.  I started to get worried.  
Then Sue ordered Nancy to, "Strip and play."  

Nancy started to take off her clothes.  I noticed that her other 
nipple was pierced, the corset seemed to be smaller than 
before, and her labia was pierced three times starting at the top 
down about every quarter of an inch. 

Nancy hopped up on the bed, stood over me and started to play 
with herself.  She was really getting into it.  Normally I would 
be in a frenzy.  My heart was beating fast, I was sweating, and 
wanted nothing more than to jump up and eat that lovely site, 
but still no erection.
 
"Hummm....," uttered Sue.  "What do you think Nancy?"

"Let's be really sure, what would really get him in a lather?"

Sue returned with "another piercing."

Nancy looked worried and said, "Please not another one, we're 
almost half way now, please no."  Nancy knew right way, 
whining and begging was exactly the wrong thing to do.

"That settles it - Get my bag!"

Nancy looked dejected.  She hopped off the bed and got Sue's 
medical bag.  Nancy was tied to a chair with arms and 
blindfolded so she couldn't see what was happening.  To make 
sure she was ready, Sue inserted that same vibrator and turned 
it on slow, inserted it into Nancy's pussy.  She then came over 
to me.

She gave me a great big kiss and commented that my facial 
whiskers were not as rough as usual.  I told her the cream the 
nurse was using to 'shave me' probably caused it.  Without 
water it was easier to use than shaving and less painful.

Sue went back to Nancy who by now was about ready to pop.  
Sue turned off the vibrator, a small moan came from Nancy.  
Sue washed off  Nancy's pussy, disinfected it, turned the 
vibrator on high and put two new pierces in one shot; one 
pierce on each of her 'lips'.  Nancy screamed as she orgasmed 
at the same time Sue did her work.  Sue quickly put two new 
hooped rings in, gave Nancy a big loving kiss.  Nancy just sat 
there panting.

I thought I would die from the site.  I was trying to breathe 
hard, but the compression shirt made it almost impossible.  But 
still no erection.  I wanted to cry.

Nancy finally pulled her self back together and joined Sue at 
my bedside.  Nancy seemed to be very pleased that I wasn't 
sporting an erection.  She put her arm around Sue and said 
"Soon, very soon now."

I was getting very worried.  What was happening to me.  I'm as 
horny as hell, I want to just explode, but I can't get it up.

The ladies started to leave.

"What will happen soon?"  I yelled to them.

"You will be able to join us in bed together," replied Nancy.

Sue chimed in, "you see, without an erection, you will be more 
like a woman than a man.  That way you can join us in our 
bed."  She turned on the home shopping channel, took the 
remote and left.  

It was lady's fashion week on HSN, Dresses, make up, under 
garments...

As the next few weeks went on I found that the top part of the 
cast was getting tighter while the bottom part was getting 
looser.  Sue consulted with Nancy and decided that the 
pressure at the bottom had to be increased to prevent any 
movement, but it the pressure on top got too uncomfortable, a 
little could be let out.

Daytime TV is really bad, but when you get no exercise during 
the day, you spend most of the night up watching absolutely 
bad TV.  Infomercials mostly.  Cook with this, clean with our 
stain remover, remove hair with this jell, use our permanent 
make-up, exercise with our diddly-dop.  They were all aimed at 
housewives trying to look good and keep a clean house. Then 
reality set in.  I need to pay attention to this since in about 4 or 
5 months I'll be doing all that cleaning/cooking/... as a 
househusband.

I had been in the cast for about 5 and a half months when Sue 
said that her obgyn had told her that the baby was doing fine, 
but that she wanted Sue to stop working since she was on her 
feet all day.  Sue agreed.  She let the live in nurse go since she 
would be around all the time now.

We would play cards, and watch TV together.  She always had 
control of the remote, so we ended up watching Oxygen, HSN, 
'chick flicks' and the occasional porn flick, which was always 
lesbian sex.  I never complained.  On occasion Sue would hop 
up on my chest and say "Sammi, eat!" I had learned from 
watching Nancy that meant to kiss and lick Sue's ass then bring 
her off orally.  I was always horny when she was done.

"Sammi, there is nothing I can do about it, you don't seem to 
have erections anymore.  You are more like a girl than a guy, 
but there is no pussy, so what can I do, Sammi?"

Why is she calling me Sammi?

One morning Sue and Nancy walked in with what appeared to 
be a chain saw.  They sat down and we started to discuss some 
changes in the household.  Discussion is probably not the right 
word.  More like Sue described the new household.

Sue started, "Sammi, Nancy will be moving in to help you with 
your rehab.  After all you only have about two months before 
the baby arrives to get well enough to 'do all you can do.'  In 
the past 6 months Nancy and I have really bonded and I'm 
thinking that I may be more interested in women then in men.  
Therefore she will be moving in to our bedroom and I'll move 
all your clothes and personal things in to the guest room.  
Maybe on occasion you may join the two of us, but unless 
you've changed like we would like, it will be mostly you and 
your right hand I'm afraid."

What have I done?  I thought that my plan had been working 
perfectly and that I would end up with a bi-sexual wife who 
would bring a friend in on occasion, not the other way around.

She continued, "Nancy really has no interest in men at all, so 
you see Sammi you will need to look like a women to join us.  
If I remember correctly, the dress you put on that one night 
sure got a rise out of you, so dressing like a women shouldn't 
be a problem would it?"

I started to protest the whole thing, but just gave up and started 
to cry.  Cry?  Why was I crying, I'm as mad as hell, and all I 
can do is cry.  Then I whimpered, "I guess not."

"Good.  Now we can take off the cast and see how you have 
developed."

"Sue, why do you keep calling me Sammi and using the term 
developed?  You started calling me that a few days ago?"

As the cast was cut off Sue explained everything.  "You see 
Sammi, the cast was not necessary, there was actually very 
little healing to accomplish.  You just had a stiff back; we 
faked the whole damaged back thing. The development part is 
about to become apparent."

"You see, you wanted to do everything possible to help with 
the baby, and since we discussed that the baby should have 
breast milk and not formula, it only made sense to enable you 
to breast feed."

"But I don't have breasts to ... holy shit, what have you done?"

"You mean, didn't have breasts.  The vitamins you have been 
taking had an extra helping of estrogen.  That should explain 
your crying and lack of an erection.  For the past few months 
we have been letting air out of the top rings at night so you 
wouldn't notice the increased pressure.  We have also been 
adding air to the bottom rings to reduce your waist.   We guess 
that you're probably between a B and C cup and have a 22 to 
24 inch waist."

"You mean I have breasts that will actually give milk?"

"As for why Sammi instead of Sam?  You probably look more 
like, and after all the TV for women you have been watching 
lately think more like a Sammi than Sam," said Sue.
"Soon, the new regiment of drugs that you started last week 
will help balance out the estrogen and testosterone and start 
your milk production.  We want to start it now so WE can get 
the milk flowing before the baby comes.  It will also give you 
the ability to have an erection."

"I maybe able to come again?"

"Yes, but that will take a while.  Nancy and I need to stimulate 
your breasts to start the milk flow.  I would say that 10 minutes 
with a breast pump per hour for the next few weeks should start 
everything nicely."

I just started to cry.  Sue slapped me to bring me to my senses.  
"There are some other things that we need to get straight, 
Sammi.  Since there won't be a 'man' of the house any more 
someone will need to make all the decisions.  I've decided that 
should be me.  But I'm not a man, thank God, I'm a lady, 
therefore to make sure you understand your role as a HOUSE-
WIFE, you will show me total respect and refer to me as 
'madam'.  And since Nancy will be living in our room with me, 
you should also show her total respect and refer to her as 'Miss 
Nancy'.  You will do everything either one of us tells you, 
without question, or there will be trouble."

I was dumbstruck.  What had I done by suggesting to Sue that 
women are more attractive than men?

"There is nothing you can do about it.  Nancy and I had 
planned this whole thing from the start, right after you got me 
pregnant.  We were going to just give you breasts and keep the 
rest of you the same.  But that would be very difficult for you 
and for the baby later.  We decided to make you into a full-
fledged girl.  You will have the shape and manners of a proper 
lady at all times.  By now you should be totally aware of your 
'womanly feelings', how to dress yourself and put on make-up.  
You have watched enough TV for woman to educate anyone, 
even you."

I thought about that for a minute, she was right.

"Now, Nancy and I are going to cut off the cast now, you will 
be pretty weak, but the first thing we need to do after the 
compression shirt comes off is to get you into the shower then 
put you in your new corset.  That is very important.  We don't 
want months of forming to go to waste. Do we?  Since we want 
you to get used to being a girl the corset is all you will be 
wearing for the next few days or maybe even a week.  Then we 
will start to add to your wardrobe."

"LOOK!" Nancy said and pointed to my penis.  There was a 
little movement.

"See, Sammi, the idea of wearing girls clothes is appealing to 
you.  You may adjust better and faster than we had hoped.  We 
will put a blindfold on you so you don't see yourself until after 
you have showered and cleaned up a bit."

Sue started to cut off the cast, one piece at a time.  She started 
with my arms.  My arms were so weak I could barely move 
them.  Then my legs were cut free.  Then, carefully so the 
compression shirt wouldn't be cut, Sue cut through the main 
part of the cast.  I was helped up and my cast was finally 
removed.  Sue and Nancy quickly released the pressure from 
the shirt and slipped it over my head.

"Wow! A full C cup for sure, just my size," said Nancy.

I could feel more stirring in my groin.  I was actually getting an 
erection from Nancy admiring MY breasts.  Was I really 
enjoying this?

"Up you go, lets get you into the bath quickly."

The two girls lifted me off the bed and carried me up the stairs 
to the shower.  I must have lost a ton of weight for them to 
carry me that easily up the stairs.  Very carefully I was lowered 
into the bathtub and washed up.  I could feel hands all over my 
body, once I thought I felt lips on my breasts.  They seemed to 
spend a long time on my arms and legs.  The soap they used 
really stunk.

"I wonder what they would look like pierced?" asked Nancy.

"Not until after the baby is done nursing.  We don't want 
anything to effect her eating." said Sue.

"Sue, is it a girl?  Do you know already?"

SLAP!  "Madam to you."

"sorry....Madam, do you know if the baby is a boy or a girl?"

"No, but it better be a girl or you may find yourself with a 
house full of  little boy-girls quickly.  There will be no boys 
living here.  Besides the baby's name is going to be Michelle 
regardless, so pray for a girl."

That worried me.

After washing me up and drying me off, they carried me to, I 
assumed, my new bedroom  which I was told about, pink with 
a nice frilly white with pink flowers canopy bed.

I was lowered into a chair and my wrists were put into my old 
cuffs. Then my arms were raised over my head until I was 
lifted out of the seat and into the air about an inch off the floor. 

"Bring Sammi's corset over here and hold it in front while I 
lace up the back," said Su...Madam.

I could feel Miss' breasts against mine while she held the corset 
to my front.  They felt wonderful.  Madam started lacing from 
the top down.  It wasn't that tight at first.  Finally she made it to 
the bottom.

"Take a deep breath," she said as she tightened the top until I 
heard a "Click."  I knew what that meant.  I probably looked 
like Miss.

"Good fit on the top now lets move our way down."

Inch by inch she pulled as tightly as she could until she called 
Miss to help.  They each grabbed a side, and pulled and pulled.  
I thought I was going to be split in two.  "Should have put more 
air in a few weeks ago," snickered Miss.

I moaned a little due to the lack of air able to reach my lunges. 

"Look! He likes all of this," said Madam as she tugged on my 
very hard penis.

"Sammi, your legs are way too weak to support all your weight 
at once so we're going to put your shoes on and lower you 
down just a little bit at a time.  While you're getting your 
muscles back into shape, we'll put you in shoes that fit your 
status.

Madam got the same black shoes that I had worn once before 
and laced them up.  That took most of the strain off my wrists.  
Miss Nancy was right, rehab was necessary, my legs was 
killing me. But the shoes felt wonderful.

Once I was more or less comfortable, Madam and Miss Nancy 
started to fix my hair that had not been cut in more than 6 
months.  I started to protest when they came at me with 
tweezers.  My eyebrows were plucked, make-up applied and a 
chocker collar was put around my neck.  

They stepped back, and then Miss Nancy came over to me and 
gave me a long hard kiss while pinching my new, now very 
sensitive, nipples.  I was in heaven.  Maybe this won't be as 
bad as I had thought.  Madam had to practically drag Miss 
Nancy off of me and send her down stairs.  "Well, it seems that 
you may get your manage-a-trios after all.  Miss Nancy is 
really turned on.  You look like a woman, but with a built in 
prick, no straps or hard plastic.

Madam spun me around to face the backside of our door that 
has a full-length mirror on it, gave me a long loving kiss, and 
left.  She went downstairs to join Miss Nancy.  I could smell 
dinner of some sort, but I was sure I was on a strict diet since 
Miss Nancy wanted even more off from my middle.

While the ladies ate dinner, I was left to stare at myself in the 
mirror.  I grew accustomed to my new look.  I was totally 
turned on by the image, even knowing it was me.  With a 24-
inch waist and C-cup breasts being pushed up in the corset, I 
looked more than delicious. 

When Madam Sue and Miss Nancy returned they helped me 
down to put more weight on my legs.  They were sore but 
could support my weight.  It took both of them to help me over 
to the bed and my fantasy.  

It started out well enough; I was laid down on the bed on my 
back.  Madam and Miss Nancy both started to suck on my new 
boobs.  (I noticed that women referred to their breasts as boobs 
not tits.)  It didn't take long before I was cuming all over the 
place.  I didn't think a single person expel as much semen as I 
did then.  And boy were they pissed.  The scooped as much of 
my seed as they could and fed it to me.  I was quite familiar 
with the taste of my own cum from the experiences months 
ago.  (It seems like that person is long gone though.)  But this 
time it tasted different.  I don't know if it was the six months of 
build up or the addition of female hormones that changed it.

Madam climbed up on to my face and ordered me to eat.  That 
meant worshiping her ass first then I could have her pussy.  
She tasted great.  It didn't take me long to get it up again.

Miss Nancy, who is a devote lesbian, impaled herself on my 
penis.  "Shit, is that all you've got.  Man are you small.  I have 
butt plugs that are bigger than you are.  She tried to bring 
herself off on but she couldn't.  I, on the other hand, with 
Madam sitting on my face with her freshly shaven pussy 
crammed in my mouth, and Miss Nancy riding me for all she 
was worth, I had a second orgasm that was much more intense 
than my usual ones.  I was surprised I came at all.  Usually 
once and I'm done.

Then I heard the two ladies kissing and fondling each other.  
As I started to go soft, I must have hit the spot, because both 
ladies started to moan, then groan, and then give small squeals.  
They both climaxed.  When they recovered, Miss Nancy 
realized what I had just done.  I came inside her without any 
protection.

Madam got off my face, and Miss Nancy took her place.  Eat, 
suck, and use tongue, get all that sperm out.  If I get pregnant, 
you will NOT be happy.

That worried me.  I got Madam pregnant on one try, lets hope 
the timing is right, or actually not right.

That was the last time I was invited into their bed.  On occasion 
Madam would come to my room and we would make love, but 
I was not allowed to touch Miss Nancy.  It got so bad over the 
next two weeks that every time Miss Nancy saw that I had an 
erection, she would kick me in the balls and slap me silly until 
I would go soft.

Also during this time I was taking my 'vitamins' to start my 
milk flow and every four to six hours I was hooked up to 'the 
machine.'  The machine was actually two breast pumps.  
Madam and Miss Nancy wanted to start the flow of my milk.  
That way when the baby came next month I would be ready.

I was starting to like being a guy with boobs.  When Madam 
would come in she would suck on my nipples and it would 
drive me wild.  She would then hop up on my cock and ride it 
for about 10 seconds before we BOTH would explode.  Then 
she would swing around, I would give her ass a great big kiss 
and then she would let me eat my own cum from her lovely 
pussy.  I started to like the taste.  Mixed with her pussy juices, I 
would be in heaven.  I would usually get into it so much that 
Madam would usually come a second time which would then 
push some of my cum out so I got an added bonus too.

About three weeks after my little accident in bed with Miss 
Nancy I was preparing dinner when I felt a prick in my ass.  
"I'm fucking pregnant, you little piece of shit!"

My first thought was to protest, but the reaction I had was to 
fall to the floor unconscious.

I woke up in my own bed with the breast pump pumping away.  
It must have been on there a while because my nipples were 
really sore.  When I tried to remove the machines, I couldn't.  
My wrists were tied to the bed.  I called out, but it wasn't my 
voice.  It was much higher, like that of a young girl.  Madam 
came into my room and smiled.

"How are you doing Sammi? Everything okay?"

"What have you done to me?"

"Well you really pissed off Miss Nancy and the only way I 
could convince her to not kill you, which by the way, she could 
do with a minor mistake during some elective surgery and get 
away with it, was to remove the last vestiges of your 
masculinity. We also did some, well, not so necessary surgery 
to help you accept your femininity.  You see, up until now, 
everything we did was reversible.  I'm afraid now you are one 
of us."

I started to cry, and cry I did.  I became almost hysterical.  
Madam slapped me to bring me to my senses.

"Would you like a list of the changes now, or do you want to 
find them out one at a time by yourself?"

"Tell me!"

"I'll tell you a few, others you will find our later." 

"From head to toe.  Your eyebrows have been permanently 
plucked by electrolysis.  You have permanent eye shadow.  A 
red rouge has been injected into your cheeks and red lipstick 
has been 'tattooed' on.  Your ears have been pierced 3 times 
each.  Your voice has been raised a few octaves, but you 
already knew that.  The hair under your arms has been removed 
by electrolysis.  We removed one rib from each side to allow 
for a more 'hour-glass shape'.  Your penis was removed and the 
skin was used to make a new pussy for your very own."

I just started to cry again.

'There was some elective surgery we did for you. Your teeth 
have been straighten and whitened.  The braces will come off 
in a few weeks.  We wanted to reduce the size of your feet, but 
we didn't know how, so to help make your feet look smaller, 
we modified your ankles a little.  The unfortunate side effect is 
that you will have to walk on your tiptoes or wear at least 3 
inch heals forever."

By this point I wasn't really paying attention.  I was just 
bawling like a baby.  I had forgotten that my boobs hurt like 
hell from the pumps.  The last thing I remember was Miss 
Nancy adding something to the IV next to my bed.

When I woke up, I felt much better.  My boobs were sore, but 
they didn't hurt.  My arms and legs weren't tied to the bed 
anymore.  There was a note on the nightstand.  It read "Take a 
shower, get dressed in the clothes on the back of the bathroom 
door.  Make dinner.  Miss Nancy and I will be home at 6:00 
sharp.  Dinner better be ready and on the table.  You will be 
standing next to the table waiting for instructions."

I looked at the clock - 5:00.  Shit!

I quickly jumped out of bed and almost collapsed in pain.  My 
ankles!  Next to the bed was a pair of high-healed plastic or 
rubber sandals.  They must be designed for the beach.  I put 
them on and wobbled a bit to the bathroom.  As I passed by the 
mirror, I stopped to look.  "Cleaned up a bit and I might pass," 
I thought to my self.    I started to pee when I realized that pee 
was flowing down my leg.  I started to cry.  I quickly sat down 
and finished.  I cleaned up the mess. Hopped in the shower and 
started to wash.  The feelings were all different.  My skin was 
more sensitive than usual and...and... there was a huge void 
that I couldn't see because of my boobs between my legs.  I 
started to wash down there when I felt a small lock.  

Why the hell was there a lock over my part of my pussy.  It 
was closing a small opening a little higher than my pee hole.  I 
tried to examine it, but with the VERY tight corset still on and 
my boobs in the way, there was no way.  I'll have to ask later.

I found the clothes on the back of the door.  It was a very nice 
black "fuck me" dress with a slit up the sides, stockings with a 
garter, sexy panties and 4+ inch spiked heals.  It took almost 40 
minutes to get ready.  That left me only 20 minutes to get 
dinner ready.  I was in trouble.

When I got downstairs Madam and Miss Nancy were already 
in the kitchen sitting at the table.  "We figured you wouldn't be 
ready.  So we made reservations."

"Reservations!?!  I've never been out of the house like this."

"Tough. Sammi, here's a purse for you.  Let's go," said Madam.  
"Tomorrow we'll go out and get you a new driver's license with 
your new name and picture on it.  We already took care of your 
birth certificate and Social Security card.  Samuel is no longer 
with us, just Sammi, our House-Wife."

The sound of that made me sad, but at the same time, I started 
to get an unusual feeling in my groin.  Kinda slippery and 
moist.  Was I enjoying this?

We went to dinner at a very fancy restaurant.  None of us was 
hungry.  Well I was, but because of the constant pressure on 
my stomach, I only could eat a few bites of a salad.  Miss 
Nancy was not in her Corset any more because of the baby but 
she didn't feel well. Madam didn't feel well, being ready to 
deliver any time was a different constant pressure.

The conversation was more like a monologue from Madam.  
"You will have some duties to perform around the house and as 
time progresses you may notice other things changing too.  
First, now that you are a full-fledged woman you are welcome 
to join us in bed.  Second, you will take on a boy friend of my 
choosing.  You will date him three times.   I'll tell you the 
details and set down a time schedule later of that.  You will be 
the wet nurse for our baby.  The last part is that you will also 
be the wet nurse for Miss Nancy's baby too.  Do you have any 
questions so far?"

"Madam, what is the lock on my pussy for?" I asked.

"That is so that you never forget who owns you and your new 
body.  You are mine," she replied.

"Miss Nancy and I will still be staying in our room, while you 
will ..."

All of a sudden Madam's eyes got wide and a strange look fell 
on her face.  "My water just broke."  Miss Nancy paid the bill, 
we left a big tip because of the mess, and rushed to the 
hospital.

Labor was quick and out came Michelle, a healthy little girl.  
(Thank God.)

As soon as I heard the baby start to cry I had the oddest 
sensation in my chest.  It felt like my boobs grew about two 
sizes and fluid started to seep out.  MILK!  I was producing 
milk.  The nurse, another friend of Madam and Miss Nancy 
handed Michelle over to me.  I let the front of the hospital 
gown fall open and Michelle grabbed on and started to suck for 
all it was worth.  

About 30 seconds later, I started to quiver and shake all over 
and I could feel a wet spot on my panties.  I started to cry.  I'd 
experienced my first orgasm as a woman.  Maybe this won't be 
so bad.

Madam's recovery was quick and she was up and around the 
next day.

The next few weeks were a blur.  I was responsible for the 
baby's needs 24x7.  I actually liked the feedings after a while.  I 
was afraid that if Michelle stopped nursing I'd explode.  My 
boobs were huge and leaked most of the time.

After about three weeks, I noticed that I was feeling bloated 
and downright uncomfortable.  Madam told me to turn around.  
She unlocked the locks on my corset, which she only did on 
Sundays to check for any problems and to allow for bathing.  
"Hang this up in your closet and come back."

I started to cry.  I liked the corset.  It was a part of me.  I hung 
it up and returned to Madam.  The only thing I was wearing 
was stockings, garter and black heels.  She handed me a 
support bra and told me to put it on.  As I looked down I could 
see that I had a tiny belly.

"You're pregnant."
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