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French Lessons By Couture email: couture_writes@hotmail.com

(FFM, Femdom, TG, Rom)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2002 Couture

***********

Romance through the eyes of a kept man.  I'm not really what I
would consider a romance writer, but here's my more than a little
perverse attempt. Anyway, it's gotta be romance, since part of
the story is written in French. (Thanks to Anne Baker)  For
people that can actually read French, you will notice that those
strange marks that are used to write French are missing.  This is
a shortcoming of the newsgroup, so if you'd like the accent
marks, go to my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Couture/www/ to read
it.

Whew, now on to the story.

***********

After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off,
walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and
proceeded to make myself a healthy shake.

Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me
dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "-a alors, il ne ramasse
jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice.

I used to wonder what she was saying.  Then one day I looked up
some of the words in an English to French dictionary.  It said
something about filthy little thing.  After that, I didn't dare
to translate anything again.

Hell, she should be thankful there were things to pick up.  It
was job security.  We all had our role in life.  She was the
maid. Her job was to pick things up after people.  I was the kept
man.  I lived a life of leisure, sure, but I had a job to do too
- keeping the lady of the house happy.

She was the servant around here, not me, but for some reason I
always felt I had something to prove to her.  Maybe it was due to
the vague look of amusement she always seemed to have when she
looked at me.  It never failed to make me feel self-conscious.  I
inhaled, sucking in my stomach and sticking my chest out, as I
walked over and took the towel out of Sophie's hands.

She giggled behind her hand, making me feel suddenly very self
conscious at my obvious display.  "Non, Monsieur," She held up a
pinky finger for emphasis. "P'tite bite!"

I blushed all the way down to my toes and what I had that wasn't
shrunk from the cold water of the pool, shriveled up even more. 
Damn these trunks!  Why did Diane always buy me these Speedos
instead of regular trunks?

I wrapped the towel around my waist, to preserve what was left of
my dignity and masculinity.

"Oui, Mademoiselle," I heard her giggle as I hurried from the
room.

I couldn't believe my ears.  Maybe the French joked so bluntly,
but it just wasn't done here or maybe she didn't think I could
understand what she said.  My ears burned with humiliation and I
couldn't bear to face her for the rest of the day.  I stayed well
away from Sophie until Diane got home.  When was able to get her
alone, I asked her about the status of Sophie's employment. 
Maybe there was an easy solution for this - a new maid.

However, Diane didn't want to let her go.  She caught our former
maid stealing some of her jewelry and that was something Diane
didn't abide by.  She had no use for liars and thieves, and the
former maid proved herself to be the latter. She was prosecuted
to the fullest extent of the law, but as unforgiving as Diane
could be at times, her loyalty ran just as strong.  There was no
way she would let Sophie go, not unless I could prove she was
stealing or lying.

My only hope was to get her to leave on her own.

If Sophie thought I was a messy 'P'tite bite" before, she would
see just how messy a "P'tite bite" I could really be.  I stopped
picking up anything behind me. Everything I touched, I left
disorganized.  I pissed on the toilet lid, left whiskers in the
sink, left food on the sofa and sections of the morning paper in
different places around the house.  It was like a little Easter
egg hunt of things to clean up, courtesy of me.

To my surprise, Sophie was unfazed, and almost seemed to relish
it in fact.  She trotted along politely behind me, tisking all
the while, as she picked everything up that I had messed up.  "Si
malpropre," she giggled.

Hell, I seemed to be working harder to mess up, than she was to
clean up.  I was quickly coming to the end of my rope and missing
out on valuable golf time. Instead of getting better, they were
getting worse.

I went outside for a swim, to clear my head and to come up with a
new solution.  I couldn't think of anything except maybe to try
the direct approach.  That's what I'd do.  Somehow, I would
communicate to Sophie that I wanted her to take a more respectful
tone when speaking with me.  However, with her limited English
and condescending attitude, I didn't relish the opportunity.  So,
I stayed outside and sunbathed, enjoying the solitude and
avoiding the task as long as possible.

I dozed for awhile and was awakened with a start by a cold
sensation on my chest. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Sophie,
squirting sun block on my chest and rubbing it in.

"Vous ne voulez pas attrapez un coup de soleil, non?"

I couldn't understand a word she said, but I did need the
sunscreen and her hands felt good.  She could be nice at times, a
real gem of a maid.  Too bad she had the bad habit of her little
pet names for me and amused attitude.  I decided it was as good a
time as any to talk to her about the problem I was having.

"Sophie, I need to talk to you," I began, as she continued to
spread the lotion over my body.  "I like you, but I just can't
deal with the pet names and the blunt familiarity you show toward
me.  I looked up some of the things you said and . . . it's-it's
unprofessional."

She continued to look at me with the same knowing grin, still
working the lotion into my skin.  "Je ne comprende pas."

Damn, this was going to be harder than I thought.  I was going to
have to break it down for her like a two year old.

I pointed at her.  "Sophie."

I pointed to myself.  "Trevor."

I shook my head.  "Not "P'tite bite".  Understand?"

"Oui," she said, her face brightened knowingly.  She understood!

However, my sense of satisfaction ended the moment her hand
darted beneath my Speedo's and grasped my cock.  "P'tite bite!"
she giggled.

"Sophie!"  I grabbed her hand to pull it free, but there was no
breaking her vice- like grip . . .and when she started to massage
it, I found I didn't want to.

This was bad.  There was one thing I learned from my experience
of being a kept man - you didn't fuck around.  Ever.  If you did,
you didn't do it with her acquaintances and you sure as hell
didn't do it with the help.  But for some reason, I couldn't
stop.

Sophie reached up, closed my eyes with her free hand, while her
other leisurely caressed me.  She handled me expertly.  Usually,
I was always in control with my women, even when they thought
they were, but not with Sophie.  The little wench was amazing at
making me do things I wouldn't have dreamed of in a million
years.

She pinched my slick nipples until I was moaning aloud from just
the promise of her touch.  Not happy with that, she placed my
hands on my chest and kept at it until I was pinching and pulling
my own nipples.  "Bon, c'est  a, mon petit cheri," she cooed.

Next, she started to spread my legs.  When I realized how I must
look, there on the lounge chair with my legs spread, pulling on
my nipples, I was flooded with humiliation.  I quickly snapped my
legs closed and pulled my hands off my chest. There was no way I
was going to let her do this to me.  No way in hell, no matter
how good it felt.

"Non!"  Her hand stopped its ministrations, and my dick throbbed
with futilely in her hand.  She placed my hands back on my chest.
 At that moment, I knew I would have no release, until I did what
she wanted.

I acquiesced.  Not slightly, or halfway, but all the way.  Soon,
she had me with my fingers tugging my nipples, legs spread
painfully wide, moaning and squirming like a ten-dollar whore,
all in order to feel her touch - the feel of her lotion slick
hands sliding up and down my cock.  She brought me to the edge of
orgasm and then stopped so abruptly I thought I would scream.

She pointed to herself.  "Sophie."

Then to me,  "P'tite bite."

Then back to her self.  She looked at me questioningly.

"Sophie," I said and I was rewarded by a comforting squeeze.

She pointed back to me.  "Trevor," I said.  No squeeze.

She pointed at me again.  This time I called myself 'P'tite
bite', even though I knew I would be P'tite bite from then on. 
She kept it up, eventually I was referring to her as Mademoiselle
Sophie and myself and 'Mademoiselle's petite fille'.  I didn't
know French, but even without the dictionary, I got the gist of
what I was saying.  I was either her little horsie or her little
girl.  Either prospect didn't thrill me.

Happy with the results, she rewarded me by massaging my cock. 
Not masturbating me, as you would expect.  Instead of wrapping
her fingers around me and pumping, she rubbed up and down at the
seam on the underside of my cock  - treating it as if it were a
pussy.  Yes, that must have been what I called myself.  Her
little girl and she was treating me as such.

With her free hand, she wormed a finger in my ass.  Yes, she was
definitely treating me as such.  I tried to hold back, but the
combination of the finger in my arse and the rubbing on my cock
was too much for me.

I came instantly, my ass clenching her probing finger, as I
squirted jet after jet of hot cum in my bathing suit.

When she brought her hands from beneath my suit, her fingers
glistened with my cum.  "Tu es un salot toi," she said, wrinkling
her face in disgust.  "Nettoye-moi  a."

I got the gist of what she wanted.  Using my wet towel, I cleaned
her hands.

She got up and crooked a finger at me.  "Viens," she said, and
began to walk away.  Maybe it was just me, but it looked like her
ass swished a little further and she walked a little taller than
before.

I got up and followed her in the house.  I knew without a doubt
that things had just changed around the house.  Position had been
reversed and there would be no going back to the way things were
before.  I wondered how long I had, before I had to find another
rich woman to take care of me.

*******************

I followed Sophie to the bathroom.  She ran me a bath, added
scented oil to the water, took off my bathing suit and guided me
in.  She bathed me, not letting me so much as lift a finger. 
This kind of pampering I could get used to.   She even shaved me,
which was nice.  I usually kept myself pretty well shaved to show
off my cut body, but she went even further than I usually did.  I
tried to protest, but she grabbed my balls and gave a not so
playful squeeze.  I got the message.

When I left the tub, I was totally smooth from the neck down. 
Unbelievable! How could I let her do that?

She dried me and covered me one of Diane's silk robes.  It was
far too short for me, not even covering the cheeks of my ass. 
"Sophie, I can't wear this."

She just looked at me quizzically.  She didn't understand.  I
pointed down at my cock, dangling down below the short robe.

"Oui!"  She nodded emphatically, and left the bathroom.  When she
returned it was not with a longer robe, but a small pair of
delicate pink panties.

I tried not to let her put them on me, but she was insistent and
somehow she was able to shatter my resistance with a look and a
word.  Afterwards, she combed out my long hair.  I would have
been horrified by what she was doing to me, had she not been so
happy when doing it.  She left again, and I tried to follow, but
she just put her hand to my chest.

"Non!"  I tried again, but she pushed harder this time.  "Non!"

It was clear she wanted me to wait, so I did.  When she returned
this time, her arms were full of cleaning supplies.  She put on a
pair of rubber gloves and handed me the other pair.  I figured
she wanted me to help her clean the bathroom.  After all that she
had done for me, what could it hurt?

She squirted some cleanser on the tub and started scrubbing.  She
handed me the scouring pad and pointed at the tub.  I followed
her lead, but evidently not well enough.

"Non, comme  a!"  She snatched it away, showed me again, and
handed it back. We did this several times, until she was
satisfied with the job I was doing.   She moved behind me,
rubbing my cock through my panties.  Eventually, she was doing
less and less of the work, while I found myself doing more and
more.

Where before she would show me again when I did something wrong,
now she would spank me until I got it right.  It was a struggle
to figure out exactly what I was doing wrong.  Was I too slow? 
Did I miss something?  As a reward she would stroke my cock or
play with back string of the thong panties I was wearing. Dear
Lord, she had even taken to grinding or pounding her pelvis
against my ass.

Yes, I can imagine what I looked like and yes, I knew what she
was doing to me. It's hard to explain, but somehow I couldn't get
her to stop.  "No", meant she would do something else and then go
back to doing what she wanted anyway.

Sophie could always find a way to get me to do what she wanted.

We finished about an hour before Diane was due home.  Sophie
undressed me and set me, naked, to hand-washing the robe and
panties.  Afterwards, I put on the outfit she laid out for me to
wear, linen pants and shirt, with a sleeveless t-shirt beneath,
and sandals.  Then, she took me to the bathroom and curled my
hair with the curling iron.  At first, I was worried about the
curls, but when she was done, I looked quite handsome.  I almost
looked like a rock star.

Diane thought so too.  She looked me up and down appreciatively.
"You look great Trevor, what's the occasion?"

"You're the occasion."  I replied.

Okay, I know it's corny, and something most guys wouldn't say in
a million years, but speaking as someone who hasn't worked a day
in his life, trust me it works.

We had a wonderful night together.  Maybe it was my new rock star
look, but in the end, she undressed me in a frantic rush and
shoved me back on the bed.  She couldn't even wait to take her
own clothes off.  She just pulled her panties to the side and
mounted me.  A passion that had been missing for several months
was born again.

She held my hands to either side of my head, resting her weight
on them, while passionately kissing me and bouncing on top of me.
 Luckily, the climax from earlier this morning had satisfied some
of my desires, and I was able to hold off until she had cum
twice.

Afterwards, she got off me.  "Be a dear and get my black gown out
of the closet."

She took off her wrinkled clothes, while I retrieved her gown. 
She cleaned her soaked sex off with her panties, before throwing
them in the corner.  "Boy, Sophie's sure going to have her hands
full cleaning them tomorrow," she giggled.

Little did she suspect that the next morning, it was I, not
Sophie, hand-washing the cum-stained garments. Sophie didn't even
give me a chance to put any clothes on, save for a white apron,
until the bedroom was spotless.

When it was clean, she slid a red pair of panties between my legs
and tied them at the sides.  It was only when she put the top
loop over my head and the two tiny triangles dangled loosely on
my chest that I realized what it was.  A bikini.

I tried to take the bottoms off, but somehow ended up knotting
them tightly instead of loosening them.  I put my foot down and
struggled against the top. "Sophie, I can't wear this."

In response, she pinched my nipples through the thin fabric,
while grinding her pelvis against my ass.  "Dit oui mon cheri. .
.oui  mon cheri. . . oui mon cheri," she breathed in my ear.

As usual, I couldn't resist her.  I ended up doing my morning
swim in the red two- piece bathing suit.  She lay beneath an
umbrella by the pool, occasionally glancing at me from the top
her of book or sipping at her lemonade.  I did my morning laps;
thirty in total.  However, when I went to get out of the pool,
she stopped me.

"Non, encore plus!"  She pointed to the far end of the pool and
then to where I was, before holding up her hands.  "Dix longeurs
de plus," she said, while showing me her ten fingers.

I was tired already and I was so tired I was out of breath by the
time I finished the ten extra laps.  She was waiting for me at
the ladder and dried me off with a towel before leading me to a
lounge chair next to where she was sitting.  She had me lay on my
stomach and, after undoing the bikini top, rubbed tanning oil
over my body.

It wasn't till later, when it was time to do my front that the
problems came in. She wouldn't let me take the top off.  She was
deranged.  Somehow in her mind, I was a girl and she refused to
permit me to act otherwise.  She was a doggedly determined
fanatic.

I, on the other hand, was weak and tired from the swim.  She
rubbed the oil over my front, pinching my nipples, and massaging
my cock, until I stopped resisting. Then she spread her legs.  I
couldn't believe it.  She wasn't wearing panties. Without a bit
of embarrassment, she worked her finger into her slit, fucking
herself, staring at me hungrily, while I looked on as if in a
trance.  I tanned in the sun for around twenty minutes, with her
finger going faster with each passing minute, until I could hear
the wet sloshing sounds it made as her face contorted in orgasm.

Afterwards, she took off her uniform as if it was the most
natural thing in the world.  I stared in awe at her body, while
she turned me over on my hands and knees.  She came up behind me,
slipped a hand down the front of my bikini and a hand down the
back.  What a picture we must have made.  Her with her hands down
my bikini, massaging my cock, and pushing against me with her
hips, while fucking my rear passage with a finger.

Yesterday, there was room for confusion, but today everything was
perfectly clear.  My role was clear; I was hers to do with as she
wanted and this was what she wanted.  It scared me to my soul. 
If I were discovered like this, I would be laughed out of Diane's
house and I wouldn't be able to keep my present status once word
got out.  There just weren't that many rich women that liked to
keep a man about for fun.  As frightened as I was or maybe
because of it, in less than two minutes, I came in the bikini
bottom.

"Tu es un salot, P'tite bite," she said.  This time she wiped her
soiled fingers off on my stomach and back.

When she was finished, she took me inside for a bath once again.
She repeated the procedure of shaving me and moisturizing my
skin.  I grew scared when she hooked the enema bag on the shower
curtain rod.  I wasn't so much afraid of it as much as I was
embarrassed of what would happen after.

"Salot," she breathed, pointing at my ass.  She tugged on my
balls and fingered the rim of my ass.  Soon, she had me on all
fours in the tub, with water flooding uncomfortably in my bowels.
 There was cramping and sweating, and she repeated the procedure
two more times.  She wouldn't even leave me alone, when I voided
myself.  Instead, she sat on my lap, made up my face, curled my
hair, and otherwise turned me into a woman, while I, suffering in
sheer embarrassment, grunted and groaned as I expelled theenema.

Eventually, she deemed me clean and began to clothe me.  The
enema robbed me of my will to fight.  I stood passively as I was
garbed in stockings, garters, heels, and a stuffed bra.  The next
item of clothing was a uniform much like her own. The difference
being mine was much shorter, ending just below the cheeks of my
ass.  She tied a white apron around my waist, pushed me to the
full length mirror, and knelt down behind me.

The image before me was shocking.  I not only looked feminine, I
was even attracted to myself.  I knew I needed to battle back,
reclaim my will, and somehow resist this witch of a woman.

I gasped as I felt her head move beneath my skirt.  Then she did
something I never imagined a woman would do.  She kissed my rear
opening, exploring it with her tongue.  I grabbed the mirror for
support, and watched the sexy maid in the mirror grow more and
more aroused, eventually falling down to her stocking covered
knees, her hips bucking with desire.  I wished it had gone on
forever, but she stopped laving my arse with her tongue after a
only a few minutes.  She got up and helped me slip on a pair of
white thong panties, and we set about cleaning the house.

The day went by much faster than the previous.  I was much more
knowledgeable and proficient at performing the tasks she set me.
She worked along side of me, sometimes supervising me.  As a
reward she caressed me through the fabric of my clothes or
grinded against my ass while I was bent over.  However, my
punishments grew more severe.

I found this out when I accidentally forgot and placed a pair of
Diane's pantyhose in the wash with the towels.   Sophie turned
red, and promptly hauled me into the living room and pulled me
down over her lap.  I soon found myself dangling over her thighs,
with my skirt pulled up over my head and arms and my panties down
around my knees.  She spanked me then.  Spanked me till I cried
and kicked my legs in vain on her lap.  As an adult, I'd never
been so utterly humiliated and reduced back to childhood as I was
at that moment.

After it was over, she helped me put myself back together again,
brushing my hair out of my eyes and kissing me in sympathy.  As
usual, I found it impossible to stay mad at her.

She gave me the pantyhose I had ruined.  "Lave moi  a," she said,
making a washing motion with her hands.  I took them from her and
turned to leave.

"Non!" she said, holding her hand up and stopping me.  "Fait-moi
la r,v,rence."

I looked at her questioningly, while she got up and stood beside
me, facing the sofa she was sitting in earlier.  Placing one foot
behind the other, she bent down at her knees, bringing up her
skirt with both hands.  "Oui, Madam," she said.

She sat back down on the sofa, angling her long stocking clad
legs to the side, tantalizing me.  She crooked her eyebrows and
pointed to me.  Oh God, she couldn't actually expect. . .

My face turned crimson.  I took hold of the sides of my skirt,
bobbed down quickly, and curtseyed.  "Yes, Miss."

"Non." She looked at me sternly.  "Oui, Madame."

I repeated it.  "Oui, Madame."

I repeated it many times, going lower and lower, and my already
short skirt rising higher and higher with every curtsey.  She
smiled and motioned me to her, and turned me around, after she
was satisfied with my progress.

"Encore," she said.

I curtseyed, but this time as I squatted, she pressed her face
between the cheeks of my arse.  She tongued me there in mid
curtsey, until my legs could no longer support me and I lay in a
heap at her feet.  Afterwards, she pulled me to my feet, and
playfully slapped me on the rear when I turned to leave. 
Instinctively, I gave her a proper curtsey, as I left the room.

"Oui, Madame."

The rest of the day went without incident.  As before, she
dressed me in my regular clothes an hour before Diane returned.

I had cum once in the morning, but had been kept sexually aroused
for most of the day.  I was desperate to have sex with Diane when
she got home, but she didn't seem interested, saying she was too
tense.  I went back to the bedroom with plans to disrobe and walk
back into the living room naked with two drinks.

It was bare luck that made me look in the mirror in horror as I
left the room - I had tan lines.  Tan lines where no
self-respecting man ought to have.  Rushing, I opened my dresser
and found the silk pajama set Diane had purchased for me, but I
had never worn.  I dressed quickly, mixed Diane a martini, and
gave it to her in the living room.

"I'm a still a little tired from tennis today.  I think I'm going
to turn in early," I said.

"I'll be along in a minute, gorgeous."

I began to walk out the room, but she stopped me. "Oh, and
Trevor..."

"Thank you for the martini," she said.

"Oui, Madame."  I caught myself mid-curtsey.  Burning with
embarrassment, I looked quickly to see if she saw me.  Luckily,
she seemed to be toying with her olive at the time.  I left
before I could do further damage to my reputation.

My desire still burned, but I was too self-conscious to do
anything but slip into bed.  A half an hour later, Diane came to
bed and snuggled up behind me.  She reminded me of Sophie and I
instantly grew hard.  A questing hand slipped beneath my pajamas
and discovered my erection.

"Mmmmmm," Diane moaned, straddling me and settling down on my
manhood.

She fucked me again, as she had the night before.  In the
beginning, I was extremely unsure of myself, due to the evidence
Sophie had left.  Slowly but surely, my embarrassment gave way to
arousal as Diane rode me to orgasm, with my own shortly behind.

She lay limply on top of me and snuggled her nose into the crook
of my neck. "You smell nice," she said, before her soft snores
sounded in my ear.

I was too worried to sleep.  She had smelled the scented oil that
Sophie had put on me, and it was only a matter of time before she
discovered my shaved body or even worse . . . my feminine tan.  I
knew without a doubt that this had to end, but I didn't have the
strength to resist Sophie.

One of us was going to have to go and I made up my mind that it
was going to be me . . . But first I was going to enjoy just a
few more days of pleasure.

***************************

The next day went much like the one before.  There was a distinct
difference that became apparent as I had tanned by the pool. 
Sophie, toyed with my erection inside my bikini, but instead of
masturbating me as I expected, she crawled atop me and pushed her
sex to my face.

She was hot, sweaty, and musky, from the heat, but I was in
heaven.  I had longed for this moment since the first time I saw
her.  Kissing her velvety lips, I made her moan in need, before I
lapped at her inner essence.  She rode my face, crying out in
French.  I took her tiny nubbin in my mouth and sucked it,
mashing it up and down with my tongue.  Her legs tightened firmly
around my head, and she shuddered in orgasm.  I forgot for a
moment the sadness I felt regarding my soon to be departure.

"Liche-moi, c'est  a, liche-ma chatte comme  a," she cried, and
then slowly her legs loosened around my head.

We went back in the house and I bathed and shaved while she
watched. Afterwards, I got down on all fours voluntarily,
offering her my arse for one final enema.  When I was finished,
she stuck a lubricated finger up my arse and fingered me, as I
attempted to put my makeup on.  She rewarded my successes with
the pleasure from her finger and punished my mistakes by spanking
me with her free hand.  It was hard to concentrate on the end of
her thrusting finger and I was spanked almost constantly.  It
didn't hurt and I had long since lost the ability to discern
punishment from pleasure.

She turned me around and knelt down in front of me, swallowing my
cock as she added another finger to the one fucking my arse.

I moaned loudly and realized too late, I sounded like a girl.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me with a
leering grin.  She had heard me.

She pointed at herself.  "Madame Sophie."  Then to me,
"Jacqueline."

She pointed back to herself and looked at me with a questioning
glance.

"Madame Sophie," I repeated.

She pointed at me and waited expectantly.

My cock throbbed impatiently, and she teased my rear opening with
a fingertip. How can she do this to me?  I wondered as I
surrendered to her.  "Jacqueleeeene" I moaned as she shoved her
fingers up my arse.

She withdrew her fingers and pointed at me again.

"Jacqueline," I said.

"Non." She slapped my rigid cock, causing it to bounce up and
down.  She grinned wickedly.  "Jacqueleeeene," she said,
imitating my helpless moan.

She took the head of my cock between her lips and teased my bum
with her finger, looking up at me expectantly.

"Jaqueleeeene," I moaned out as she sucked me and fucked me at
the same time.

It was heaven.  I repeated my new name over and over again, each
time I was rewarded with her fingers and her mouth.  I soon
learned she would suck and fuck me particularly hard when I drew
my name out in a moan or a whine.  It wasn't long before my body
grew rigid as I was overcome by the exploding wave of my orgasm.
I held tightly on to the sink, my cock spending its seed in her
mouth, while moaning a long drawn out "Jaqueleeeene."

Afterwards, she stood and kissed me deeply.  She fed me my own
cum, but I didn't care in the least.  It seemed like the perfect
ending to the best cum of my life.

She helped me dress again.  This time she had a new garment for
me to wear - a corset.  She laced me up tightly.  God, it was
hard enough to breath, much less bend down.  How women wear such
things I will never know.  This was followed by stocking, heels,
and breast forms which she stuck in the cups of the corset.  I
held my arms in the air, while she slid the tiny grey maid's
shift down my body. Next, she kissed me and, after spotting a
trace of my cum on my lips, wiped it off with a finger and stuck
it in my mouth to clean.

Today, she left me, as I cleaned the bathroom.  When I went to
take an empty glass to the kitchen, I spotted her sitting on the
living room sofa, the top of her dress unbuttoned, tweaking her
hardened nipples between her elegant fingers with her legs spread
wide and the plump aroused lips, poking out through the hair of
her sex.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and she pushed me away
before I could capture one of her pink orbs in my mouth.  "Non,
finit avant," she said, pointing back at the bathroom.

Oh, God, *she* was going to be my reward for today.  I hurried
back and cleaned the bathroom until it was spotless.  When I
returned to the living room; I was hot sweaty and out of breath,
but oh so eager.

"Oh, Jacqueleeeene. . ." she called.

I knelt down before her and lightly kissed her smooth pale orbs,
circling my way to her nipples.  I licked her nipples and blew on
them until the crinkled in response.  I captured the hardened
nipple in my mouth and suckled and probed the soft flesh, until
she gasped with pleasure.  By her response, I had just made up my
mind to take further liberties, but she rudely pushed me away and
giggled at my bewilderment.

She pointed around the room, "Une vrai porcherie." She left and
went into the other room.

Then I understood how the game was to be played.  In order to get
the prize (her), I had to clean the house.

I became a cleaning machine.  Not a movement was wasted, as I
cleaned up the living room.  I left and found her in the sun
room, with her stocking feet pointing up in the air.

"Oh, Jacqueleeeene . . ." she said, wiggling her toes.

Her feet smelled of leather and pantyhose.  I knelt down and
kissed each of her toes and the soles of her feet.  However, when
I kissed the big toe lovingly, she pushed it forward into my
mouth and gave a low moan.

After I cleaned the next room, I found her naked, laying kneeling
on her hands and knees on the center bar in the kitchen.  She
straddled a cutting board with leftover celery and half a peach,
probably from Diane's breakfast.

I leaned down to taste her fragrant sex, but she pulled away. 
"Non, mon d,ri rre."

She playfully, wiggled her bottom, teasing me with her crinkled
rosebud inches from my mouth.  I had the chance to do for her
what she had done for me, but I was unsure of myself, having
never done such a thing before.  I hesitated momentarily, before
bending down to kiss it, causing her to give a contented moan.  I
kissed it again then tongued her crinkled opening.

"Salot," she moaned, as she relaxed her tiny hole. I stuck my
tongue in her bum, buggering her hungrily.  She reached down,
picked up the discarded peach, and squeezed it over her twin
moons, causing the nectar to spill down her crack.

My cock throbbed in my panties, as I lapped up the sweet nectar
and plunged my tongue in her arse as far as I could.  She
groaned, and tried to push me away.  I was persistent and her
will had weakened.

"Salot," she murmured, and pushed me agin.  I sucked at her
crinkled opening, causing her to moan and push back against me
with desire.

"Non-non-non..." she breathed.  For once, I was in control and I
relished the moment of her weakness. The moment was broken when
the wood cutting board clattered to the ground.   She pushed me
away one final time, and escaped, staggering to the den.

It felt like it took me forever to clean the kitchen, but it was
only a few minutes. (I was supremely motivated.)  My panties were
soaked with pre-cum from all the teasing I had endured.

I took off my rubber gloves and splashed a little cold water in
my face, before setting off to find Sophie.  I think I gasped out
loud when I saw her in the den, totally naked, fingers tweaking a
nipple, and gently working double ended dildo into her sex.

I dropped down to my knees and rained soft kisses along her
thighs.  I tried to work my way to her sex, but the dildo was in
the way and she seemed in no hurry to remove it.  She trailed her
hand along my cheek and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my
head in line with the dildo sticking obscenely from her crotch.

"Suce-moi.  Suce ma bit," she said.

The cock was only inches from my mouth.  I sounded like she
wanted me to take it in my mouth, but since I didn't speak French
I was still taking a hell of a chance.  I kissed its bulbous
head, tasting her flavor mixed in with the smell of the rubber. 
I looked up at her, and was assured by the look of pleasure
Sophie gave me.

"Oui, oui mon cheri, c'est  a. . ." she breathed.

I parted my lips and sucked her dildo as if she were a man,
giving her the benefit of my years of being on the receiving end
of such an act.  However, I soon found out there was a big
difference between us.  I can feel pleasure all over my cock, but
she could only really feel it when the base of the cock was
pushed up against her clit.  To achieve this, I had to take all
seven inches of the smooth hard rubber in my mouth.  At first, I
couldn't do it without gagging, but she was gentle and
persistent.  Eventually, I was taking it all.

"Mmmmm, mon beau salot. . ." she moaned, bunching my hair
together and pistoning me up and down the rubber shaft.

I heard another gasp to the side, and glanced over to see Diane's
shocked expression. Dear God!  My heart dropped to my feet,
leaving an empty hole in its place.  I overpowered Sophie's firm
grasp and quickly ran from the room, not daring to look back at
either of them.

"Jacqueleeene.  Jacqeleeene.  Trevor!" Sophie called after me.

My heels clacked rapidly across the hardwood floor as I fled,
grabbing Diane's car keys on my way out.  I dashed out to the
car, fumbled with the keys, started the car, and left.

I rode around for about an hour trying to come up with a solution
to my problems . . . there weren't any.  I was stuck.  Trapped -
dressed like a woman, with no money, no clothes, no
identification and with a car that wasn't mine that was rapidly
running out of petrol.  There was no hope but to go back and face
the consequence, pack my belongings, get a job or maybe go to
another country.  I pulled the car over, cleaned up the mascara
running from my eyes and turned the car around to go home.

As I drove up, I noticed a very concerned Sophie waiting for me
outside the house on the half moon drive.  Well, at least I had
Sophie. Maybe, just maybe, we could have a relationship.  Hell,
why am I kidding myself.  She doesn't even understand me enough
to know what I'm saying.

"Putain," she said, hugging me tightly as soon as I got out of
the car.  "You scared us badly when you left like that . . . and
we were so close."

"I'm sorry Sophie-*wait* you're speaking English!"

Her hugs turned into something a lot more sensual, as her hands
caressed me and teased the tops of my stocking covered thighs.

"Oui, I speak Spanish and German too."

"You lied to me." I struggled uselessly against her.  I was
stronger, sure, but she had such a way to keep me off balance, my
every struggle bringing me my more intimate parts in contact with
her groping.

"I never said I didn't speak English.  You made that assumption,
non Jacqueleene?"

I tried to push her away, so that I could think straight, instead
I ended up with my front pressed against the Mercedes, with
Sophie pressed up tightly behind me, grinding her crotch against
my arse.  It wasn't the smooth mound of her sex I felt either,
but the hardness of the dildo she wore earlier.

She nibbled my earlobe, occasionally whispering French phrases. 
Oh, God, she was doing it again.  Everything within me screamed
*RESIST*, but there I was, outside it broad daylight, skirt
rucked up around my waist, passively allowing her to have her way
with me.

"Please," I begged.  "You are going to ruin me."

"Je ne suis pas en train de te d,trurire, je suis en train de te
cr,er, ma Jacqueleene."  She took my hand and placed it beneath
her panties and around her thick phallus.  She groaned, then slid
a hand up my shift and poked an index finger at my tightly
clenched arse.  This is the manner in which she proceeded to lead
me back into the house.

I blushed from my head to my brightly painted toes and I could
feel fresh tears welling in my eyes. ""Madame Sophie . . .
please, Diane will see!"

Sophie rubbed my rear, comforting me.  "*Madame Diane* is busy
making travel arrangements."

This was it then.  I was being kicked out of the house, but to
where?  And how would I support myself?

"For me," Sophie finished, as she led me into the den where we
had been caught before.

My heart dropped.  Sophie was leaving today.  It only took a
moment for me to make my decision.  I dropped to my knees and
hugged her tightly around the waist.  "Sophie, I-I want to go
with you.  Will you take me with you?"

"Non, Cherie, I will be going by myself.  You will be staying
here with Madame."

It was then that I realized that even if somehow, Diane managed
to forgive me, I could never go back to the way things were.  The
weekday golf and tennis matches were mundane compared to the
sexual bliss I had experience at the hands of Sophie.

"But, I don't want to stay without you."

"Shhhhhh . . ." Sophie combed her fingers through my hair.  "This
is what I do. Now, you have to decide what you do."  She took my
hands with her own, placing them on her panties, guiding me as I
pulled them down.  Then she grabbed the hem of her gray dress and
pulled it over her head, leaving her standing powerfully before
me in her black heels, bra, and stockings.  She was beautiful . .
.even with the obscene phallus sticking out obscenely from her
waist.

She grabbed the base of the latex cock and gave a lustful moan as
she flexed her pelvis against it.  She rubbed the tip against my
lips.  "Ouvre-toi pour moi, Jacqueleene.  Ouvre pour que je
puisse te baiser la bouche."

I turned my head away.  "I can't Sophie."

"Shhhh."  She tilted my head up by my chin, until the rubber cock
was once again lined up with my mouth.  "This is our last chance.
 D,p^che-toi."  She ran the bulbous head over my lips.

I wanted to do it, but I just couldn't risk it.  "But Diane-" I
began, but the moment I opened my mouth, she pushed her hips
forward, feeding me her dildo.

Sophie moaned loudly.  I shuddered in fear that Diane mighthear.

"D,p^che, d,p^che," she urged me.

I didn't need her encouragement.  I relaxed my mouth and allowed
her to fuck me - to fuck my face.  I gagged a few times, but soon
fell into the rhythm of her strokes.

"Oui-oui, si bon," she moaned.

All of a sudden, I felt a foreign pair of hands raising my skirt
and pulling my panties to the side.  It startled me, causing me
to jerk forward, gagging on the cock in my mouth.  I tried to
turn around to see what was going on, but the phallus in my mouth
kept me facing forward.

Then I felt something cold and wet on my arse, and someone's
finger probing at my tightly clenched orifice.  No matter how
hard I tried, I couldn't stop the strange finger from penetrating
me-violating my bum.  Who was it?  Could it be Diane or was it
someone else entirely?

The finger worked in and out of my arse, fucking me.  I tried not
to respond, but between Sophie moaning in French while she thrust
into my mouth and the sensations caused by the fingers in my
arse; I soon found myself groaning and thrusting back to meet the
fingers.

I was being taken from both the front and the back, and I loved
it.  What would Diane think of me?  All too soon as I was
overwhelmed by the sensations, the fingers were withdrawn.  I
ached in their absence, writhing in need.

"Voyez Madame? Voyez comme elle veut?.  Baisez-la.  Baisez sa
chatte."

Sophie pulled out of my mouth, and turned my head back so I could
see who was behind me.  Dear God, it was Diane.  She looked more
beautiful than I could remember; with her hair pulled back
severely showing off the gray streak on the side of her head. 
She wore her black glasses and a leather corset that showed off
her womanly charms and her large, heaving breasts.  There,
strapped around her waist, was the twin to Sophie's strap on.

Was it true?  Could it be possible that my life wasn't over?   My
heart surged with relief at the revelation.

"Say, please to your Madame," Sophie said.

"Please Diane."

"Non, en fran ais.  S'il vous plaOEt, Madame Diane, S'il vous
plaOEt, baisez la chatte ... Jacqueleene."

I wasn't sure of exactly what I was saying, but I said it anyway,
even though it took me a few tries to get it right.  The became
obvious when Sophie had me spread the cheeks of my bum, begging
Madame Diane, "S'il vous plait Madame, baise mon d,ri rre."

"Oh Jacqueleene, I would love to fuck your cunt," Diane said,
grabbing me by the hips and pushing the dildo at my arse.

I did the wrong thing and tensed up when it came into contact
with my small opening.  It hurt, and she was still pushing. 
Worse, Sophie slipped hers into my mouth at the same time and
there was no way I could tell them of my discomfort.

"Ughhh. . ." I groaned around the phallus in my mouth at this new
violation.

"Attention Madame, ne la blesser pas," Sophie admonished, and
thankfully the penetration in my arse stopped.  Thank you Sophie,
I silently said.

"Voici Madame, faite comme moi," Sophie said.  Then she withdrew
the head of the dildo until it was just inside my lips, while
it's mate in my rear did the same.

"Lentement, Madame."  I felt them move as one, pushing slowly,
but steadily deeper inside of me.  I was caught there, trapped
between the two powerful women, as they pushed forward into me. 
It was uncomfortable, but the sharp pain had disappeared and been
replaced by an intense feeling of fullness and wrongness.

Wrongness-that is the only way to describe it really.  You spend
your life with things moving in one direction, and then all of a
sudden there is something being pushed in the other direction
that you have no control over.  All you can do is relax and ride
it out.  That was what I was doing, and I was so intent on it
that I almost wasn't aware of it when the forward motionstopped.

I had done it.  It was all the way in and I felt stuffed -
stuffed like a turkey or a drawer full of socks.

"Maintenant, sortez!" Sophie breathed and the two women reversed
direction and pulled back out of me much faster than they went
in.  The feeling of it vacating my arse was unbelievably
pleasurable and made the trip in worthwhile.

Once back out, they pushed back in again.  A little faster this
time, and soon the two women picked up speed, moving as one,
fucking my mouth and ass.  They taught me in just a few minutes
what it was like to be well and truly taken.

"Arr^t!" Sophie said, and as suddenly as they had taken me, they
had both stopped.  I didn't want to stop.  I wanted more.  I
pushed back against Diane, taking it all the way in, then pushed
forward onto Sophie.

"Oui, oui, voil...," Sophie purred.  She brought her fingers down
and pressed them against the base of her dildo, and rocked her
hips about a half an inch back and forth in a rapid manner.  I
breathed in the strong scent of her sex, while I continued my own
path back and forth, fucking myself between the two women.

A few moments later, Sophie grasped my roughly by the back of my
head and plunged all the way in my mouth, still rocking her hips
rapidly, bruising my lips with the hard base of the dildo.  Her
sweaty body shuddered and then cried out in ecstasy, bucking from
the effects of an orgasm.

Diane picked up her pace too, ramming me from behind-fucking me
as if she owned me.  Maybe she did.

Sophie bent down and kissed my lips, her tongue lingering where
the dildo cut my lips.  "Je suis d,sol,.  I'm sorry Jacqueleene,
but it is time for me to go now.  Au revoir."

Then she went behind me and placed Diane's hand over my panties,
and moved it up and down my hard shaft.  "Au revoir Madame. 
J',sp re que vous aimerez une autre de plus."

I watched astounded and slightly jealous as the two shared a
kiss, but Diane never missed a beat as she continued to fuck my
arse.

"Ugh-wait-where-are-you-ugh-going?  You can't go- ah-uh-not yet."
I grunted, cursing myself for barely being able to talk with
Diane fucking me from behind.

Sophie stood up and walked to the door before turning around one
last time.  "My job here is done.  You two don't need me
anymore."  She blew a kiss at me.  "Bon aiment au revoir."

I needed to run after her.  To say something to her-anything to
make her stay. "Diane, wait, Diane."  I managed to get out,
between Diane's long strokes in my arse.

She spanked me on my arse with loud stinging slaps.  "Madame
Diane."

"Madame Diane, please."

"In French Jacqueleene."  She drilled me now, the sound of our
sweaty thighs slapping together echoed throughout the den.

My head hung down and my damp hair dangled around my face.  "Oui
madame. S'il vous plaOEt madame. S'il vous plaOEt madame, baise
mon d,ri rre." I grunted in time to her strokes.  It was too much
for me, no longer able to support myself with my arms. I slumped
forward resting my forehead on the back of my hands.

"That's it Jacqueleene.  Give it to me.  Make me cum." She
speared me with the hard phallus, taking it all the way out and
then thrusting it back in with each stroke.

"Oui madame, oui madame," I cried.  It was hard for me to focus
on anything beyond the pleasure of her fucking me or the pleasure
of her hand sliding up and down my satin covered cock.

"Oh, I'm cumming Jacqueleene.  I'm cumming."

And soon, I was too, filling my panties with my hot cum, as her
hand milked me of jet after jet of my copious fluids.

Afterwards, we lay on the hardwood floor with our drying bodies
stuck to one another as well as to the floor.  Diane kissed my
neck and whispered, "Oh Jacqueleene, I think I'm going to love
having you.  Yes, I'm going to love having you as well as having
Trevor."

I knew there was something important I was supposed to ask, but
for the life of me, I couldn't remember what it was.  So I said
the only thing that came to mind, "Oui Madame."

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