Quiet Servitude Pt. 02

“Ma’am?”

“You may not be aware of it but my husband is on the city council and part of Michigan’s democratic fund raising efforts. With the elections coming up next year we have a full schedule of events coming up including some fund raising efforts. We’re having a small get together tomorrow night at our home. What do you think?”

“It sounds great ma’am but I’m afraid I’m a republican.”

I managed to say it with a perfect, straight face and paused temporarily waiting for a response.

Christa was the first to laugh and I could tell by the giggling accompanying it that she was feeling no pain from the wine and coolers she had imbibed this evening.

Everyone followed suit and I couldn’t help but smile. Playing along, Debbie continued.

“We won’t hold it against you” she said, her husband scoffing good-naturedly. “What we need . . . What we are asking for is your help. We need someone who can work the room, carry drinks and clean up dishes. That sort of thing. Christa says it won’t be a problem with her and we’ll both be paying you for your time tomorrow.”

My wife was balled up in the chair, a big grin on her face while she absentmindedly chewed on her thumbnail without saying a word.

“Thank you for the offer ma’am, but I have a lot to do around here and I wouldn’t want to let Mrs. Miller down.” I stated, my heart pounding as everyone watched me.

“Don’t worry Stacy. I can make due without you for one afternoon.”

“And don’t worry about transportation. Christa mentioned that you don’t have a car so I’ll send someone over to get you around 4 p.m. if that’s acceptable.”

“And a girl could always use a little extra spending money.” Julie added in, trying to help me decide, her head nodding to accept the offer.

I knew from experience that Debbie didn’t mix work and business and that expanded to her husband’s politics as well. There wouldn’t be anyone from work there so I was somewhat relieved at the prospect.

“If it makes it any easier for you, Mrs. Miller, Ms. Jackson and Mr. Willams will also be attending.”

“It sounds like an offer I can’t can pass up.” I finally said aloud, convinced that a small gathering of strangers might provide an opportunity for Stacy to get out and gain more experience. At least several people, even if I had just met Terry and Julie, would be there providing me with some sense of comfort however small that would be.

“Fabulous! Thank you so much Stacy. We’ve hired a caterer to do the cooking for us and he’s going to be shorthanded. I’ll instruct him to bring additional uniforms with him tomorrow. Please wear black stockings and matching flats. With the nice weather forecast we are planning the gathering in the backyard.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be ready tomorrow at 4 p.m. then if this is all OK with you Mrs. Miller.”

“Absolutely! It will be a great opportunity for you to earn a little extra spending money.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll send our car around tomorrow afternoon to get you and I’ll have someone bring you home when we’re done. Thank you so much for your help Stacy.”

Her and her husband Glenn got to their feet and made their apologies for calling it an early evening, reminding them that the party tomorrow evening began around 5pm and apologized that it was formal attire and for the late notice. I knew Terry had a suit with him but Christa and Julie’s eyes were already wild with the anticipation of a spending spree tomorrow. This party was going to cost me. Even I could hear my credit cards calling my wife’s name.

“We’ll just go around the house and out the gate. No need to show us out.”

It was probably the most that I had ever heard Debbie’s husband say when he wasn’t in front of the press.

Lisa and Roger took this opportunity to thank Christa for dinner and bid everyone a good night, stepping across the lawn to their own home next door.

The remaining trio went inside to continue their reunion while I picked up the remaining items and walked into the house, locking it up behind me. Lights snapped on and the house took on an intimate glow while I finished up and wiped down the kitchen, putting on a fresh pot of coffee for Mr. Williams.

I was beat and it must have showed. Christa walked up behind me and laid a hand on each shoulder. Not massaging them they way she occasionally did but just held me for the first time in days and I relished the contact. When she dropped them I turned around.

“You look tired. Go ahead and call it a day. I won’t be needing you again tonight.” She said grabbing the pot of coffee from its cradle.

“Thank you.” I said, the stress, joy and adrenaline of the day draining the energy from my body.

She smiled, almost looking as though she were dropping the act. Determined to follow through, I wouldn’t let either of us slip up and I headed for my room.

“Good night ma’am. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that, I returned to my room and shrugged out of the stiff uniform, slipping into my nightie and gown for a while, still in wig and makeup in case Christa needed me. I plopped into the lounge chair in the corner, one of the last remaining remnants of my bachelor days to be found in the house. I often read here, enjoying the chair and despite it’s being banished to this room, it still was here and available to me. With some pleasure, I curled one leg under me and took a seat, my weary eyes scanning the printed words. My bedroom door was still cracked and the sounds of Christa or Julie would trickle in, the trio continuing to catch up on their lives while I sat back and relaxed for a moment, setting down my book and closing my eyes, the laughter receding even further.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep or what had woken me up from my slumber but I sensed light through my eye lids and I prayed it wasn’t morning already or I wouldn’t make it through the day. When I managed to finally open my eyes it became very clear that something wasn’t quite right.

Instead of leaning back in my old lounger, I was standing upright. I tried to rub the remaining sleep from my eyes but found that my wrists were restrained, my arms extended out away from my body. Instead of the nightie I had been wearing I was again in my black uniform, the material wrapping around my body.

The fog was quickly clearing from my head and I soon realized that I was standing in the master bedroom next to the bed, but the restraints that I thought were only holding my wrists had a matching pair holding my ankles in place, my feet shackled three feet apart. I tried to pull lightly against the bonds but found they wouldn’t give.

I heard a sound in the hall behind me and my heart skipped a beat, my breathing becoming shallow trying to allow my ears an opportunity to pick up a clue as to what was happening and how I had gotten here. I had fixed my own plate and had a coke with dinner so I know that nothing had been slipped into my food or drink. Without that opportunity being viable I was clueless as my ears strained to hear more sounds coming from the hallway behind me and just out of sight. I could hear voices but they were either speaking real low or were far off.

Within a few moments I determine that the speakers were only a feet away when the familiar squeak of the hallway floorboard gave away their presence.

Christa and Julie appeared, strolling casually past me, each wearing a knowing smirk while they sat down on the bed, their robes wrapped tightly around their thin, shapely frames. I talked to them asking if they were responsible for this, pulling on my restraints. My wife nodded yes, clearly enjoying herself. The girls conspired, exchanging sly glances just as Terry walked into the room. He walked over to the bed where the duo sat and kissed each in a romantic yet controlled way, lust clearly in his eyes. They exchanged a few words before he straightened up and walked over to face me.

“Shall we see what we have here ladies?” he asked.

“Yes please.” They said in unison.

“What?” I inquired, chuckling at the strange events unfolding before my eyes.

Terry stepped forward, knelt down on the cream colored carpeting in front of me and pulled out a pair of large, pointed scissors from under the bed. Without hesitation he took up the front hem of my uniform in one hand and slowly began cutting into the material with the shears.

I tugged slightly on the bonds, not understanding what was happening, but the restraints, clipped into a sturdy metal frame behind me wouldn’t budge. The ladies were watching with intense interest while Terry continued to whittle away at the fabric, small pieces of it falling to the rug.

He continued his work uninterrupted, moving slowly up the front of my body, the feeling of his hands and fingers sliding across the nylons wrapping my inner thigh. I gasped at his touch and had quickly given up on trying to free myself. When I opened my eyes I could see Christa and Julie smiling widely, clearly enjoying the show.

I could hear them talking, encouraging Terry as bits and pieces of the skirt area fall away from the front and back of the uniform. The girls were enthralled as Terry continued his work, his gentle hands exploring my body as he went. I could feel a strange tightening in my groin as the scissors cut closer, more nylon covered leg showing as the material was removed.

Why didn’t you just cut it away in one piece I asked him silently, wishing he would work faster even though I didn’t know what was in store for me when he was done. I could feel the cool breeze as the back of my skirt area was gone and his strong hand sliding across my butt sent shivers shooting through me. But he wouldn’t be distracted and continued to work carefully along the belt line until he was done and stepped back taking the front of my uniform’s skirt area with him. I licked my dry lips and watched the lady’s reaction, the duo cooing their approval. I was feeling so incredible and after enjoying Terry’s admiring stare I looked down, feeling the gentle air currents blowing across my legs.

I looked down to find that the thick legs that normally propelled me around were thinner and shapelier; longer. My feet were narrower and smaller, more feminine as I teetered in the high heels, the ankle straps still holding them firmly in place. My gaze worked upwards where lacy garters held up the stockings and framed in the groin area where a pair of tiny, matching black, silk panties clung every so loosely to my crotch, the penis that should have been heaving out from there against the flimsy material conspicuously absent, a gentle rolling bulge instead, a narrow slit barely visible. My labored breathing grew even louder. What was happening? How had they done it? The girls were smiling and Terry, although enjoying himself, had stopped for a moment to admire the view.

“My turn.” Christa said rising from the bed. She took the scissors from him and he sat down in her place. “Do you like what you see?” She asked me, clearly interested in the answer.

I was speechless; all I could manage was a nod. Satisfied, she stepped forward with scissors in hand and began to work where Terry had left off near the waist where I could feel her smooth fingers sliding across my mid-drift, it’s view blocked by my heaving chest.

“Oh God.” I cried, trying to capture every thought, every impulse wishing beyond hope that I could keep it all and savor every last, delicious moment.

She moved on to the sleeves and was slowly cutting through the material when I noticed that the arms that were outstretched and restrained were thin and more feminine, the heavy hands and fake nails replaced with smaller versions and perfect manicured fingertips. The sleeves dropped to the carpet and I could see thin, black, bra straps tracing gracefully over my shoulders instead of the wide ones that I normally wore. I looked into Christa’s eyes and she nodded as though she knew my question.

My gaze turned downwards as the scissors continued their work, the course material remaining of my uniform finally gave way, the last section across my chest fell to the floor, revealing a perfectly rounded set of breasts pushed up and held in place by a black, lace bra straining to hold them. The breasts were incredible and I couldn’t turn my eyes away, seeing them there as I had always dreamt instead of the fake stuffing I normally used. These were actually flesh and blood.

“They’re perfect, aren’t they?” she asked, knowing that I would agree.

She continued to admire them while I looked over to see Terry and Julie’s reaction. They were no longer watching us. She had shrugged the robe off her shoulders and Terry was reaching forward with two hands and fondling each of her breasts. I looked back and found my wife watching the pair also.

“Does that look like fun?” my wife asked me.

“Yes.” I pleaded.

That was all I could manage, struggling at my bonds, trying desperately to pull away so my feminine hands could explore all the new curves and features my new body had to offer. As if sensing my discomfort, Christa stepped up and pushed the scissor blades between my blossoming bosom and started to squeeze the handles together, the sturdy band of material under my chest resisting under the growing pressure until finally, it gave way.

The lace panels darted away to the sides, my large, erect nipples leading my breasts into their natural, resting position. I couldn’t help but stare at the incredible view in front of me.

Christa finished it off by snipping the straps and the bra fell to the floor.

I now found my feminine new body naked except for the panties that continued doing their job, a hint of moisture now apparent.

Oh God this was perfect or so I thought until she dropped the scissors and cupped each breast in a hand, teasing and massaging the wonderful mounds, a thumb gently working each of the erect nipples.

“Oh my God.” I gasped at her touch.

I was moaning now unable to contain the emotions bursting to get out of me. Her hands slowed despite my calls to continue.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded, as Terry had done successfully.

When I opened my eyes I could see her head turned, her gaze falling upon the other couple. Julie had disrobed completely now and Terry had pulled off her panties. She was moaning loudly now and I could see her glistening cunt as Terry massaged her clit with two fingers. I longed to feel the same sensation she was enjoying and had turned back to face my wife, intent on pleading for equal treatment. I found her already on her knees before me, scissors in hand, snipping away my panties. I wasn’t sure they were gone until she tossed them away over her shoulder and they landed at the foot of the dresser.

Down through the gap in my beautiful breasts I could just push out my hips far enough to see that my penis was indeed gone and was replaced by a thin row of fine hair barely covering the moist, pink slit between my long legs.

I moaned again when Christ moved her fingers up to my crotch and gently ran them up and down the wet opening. I was wondering just how much more could I take as my head began to swim, glorious pleasure racked my shaking body.

I moaned.

Julie moaned

I moaned again and Julie moaned louder, faster.

I was in Heaven now savoring the pleasure but could help but sneak a peek next to us and found that Julie was now reclining against the headboard, Terry’s face buried in her crotch.

I thought I would pass out when I suddenly experienced a new sensation assault my body and looked down to see Christa there, gently rubbing my clit with her own tongue, wrapping it and drawing it slowly in and out with a gentle sucking motion of her red lips.

My legs shook, only managing to stay in place because of the restraints. The inhibited moaning in the room had turned animalistic as Julie and I worked unconsciously to out do one another in exclaiming to the world the ecstasy we were experiencing!

My wife was working her lips up my body now as I looked to our bed to see what could possibly be in store next and found Terry pressed tightly up against Julie, their mouthing working together.

By the time Christa had worked over the nipples of my breasts, saliva lubricating the motion, she had gained her feet and stood up straight in her own heels. I was ready and our tongues found one another, the heat of our breath pushing out around our red, engorged lips.

“You’ve been a good girl this week. Following all my orders.” Christa said pulling away momentarily, “So I hope you’re enjoying your reward.”

“Yes. Yes I am. Thank you ma’am.” I cried, hoping it wasn’t coming to an end.

“Are you ready for more?’ she inquired, clearly enjoying the fact that she had me at her mercy.

“Yes. Please . . . .” I begged.

“OK then. Here we go.”

She reached up with her hand and worked a set of switches on the sturdy, tubular frame to which I was strapped and the device came slowly to life under her command. As one, the machine and I began to move.

I stole a quick look to the side and found Terry leaning back this time, resting upon his elbows as Julie crawled on top him. Her hands were on the bed holding the lithe body above his groin, her own red lips engulfing his dick, her mouth wrapping the stiff muscle and sliding up and down on a thin bead of saliva. He fell back onto the sheets, clearly unable to stand her oral performance. He continued to grown loudly, reaching up with both hand and grabbling handfuls of her golden locks, ushering on her effort at pleasing him.

The machinery stopped moving and I found myself on my nylon-covered knees, my arms still straight out from my body, my own thin frame pushed erect by the padded rack upon which I was strapped down. Julie hadn’t stopped her bobbing motion as she continued to suck on Terry’s penis but both had turned an eye in our direction. Christa bent down at the hips and brought her face to within inches of mine, hooking my chin in her right hand and bringing my attention back to her.

“Shall we continue?”

I looked back and forth from Terry and Julie to my wife and finally answered.

“Yes ma’am. Please.”

“Very well.” She said standing upright again, teetering every so slightly in her shoes.

I turned from my view of the bed and the duo there who continued to watch us with interest and back to my wife who was slowly undoing the strap on her thin robe, letting them dangle at her sides only a few feet from my body which continued to ache for her touch. Sliding the material away from her chest and over her shoulders she let it drop to the floor in one cascade of silk.

She was wearing a pair of my jockey briefs and just where her legs came together, a long rounded bulge pushed outwards. The normally beautiful chest that I often found myself lusting over was also missing, replaced by a pair of masculine looking pecs.

I was confused at first at what I saw and looked upwards for answers. What I could see was even more amazing and yet I was even more aroused.

It was Christa staring down from the top of her six foot frame, but the body she now had, crammed into the high heels was that of my own, the version I had only an hour ago. I recognized the wide shoulders and the small scar running down the inside of the right arm but what I saw had definitely been mine. She reached out and grabbed a tussle of my hair in each hand and I could see that the dark curls of my wig were an exquisite shade of auburn. She pulled on the hair and I could tell that it was no longer just a temporary hairpiece by sprouting from my head.

I knew what was coming now and longed for it, my chest tightening in anticipation. She pulled back slightly and my chin rose, my face turning to meet hers.

“Do you want it?” she asked.

I nodded, noticing that she now had on my dark brown wig, it’s curls framing her face.

“Are you sure you want it? I can’t hear you and I want to be sure.”