Show Girl

A Cassandra Sisterhood Vignette of Discipline, Romance, Emasculation and Subservience
Gloria Donte was the biggest star in talk show history.  Haughty, austere, arrogant and cold. How I worshipped her!

Chapter I: A Change in Style

    I raced into the studio nearly out of breath. I was either late or barely on time. “On time” to Ms. Donte meant fifteen minutes early at least. Petra Givens, the producer pointed the way. “She’s in her dressing room, William. And, please don’t ask me if she’s happy about your tardiness. You should know better,” Petra added.
    I checked the studio clock. I was two minutes late, which meant 17 minutes late by Gloria Donte’s watch. I walked into the dressing room. Ms. Donte had her feet up, reading Forbes magazine. Her hair was wet, and she wore a makeup cape.
   “Good evening Ms. Donte. Did someone wash your hair? Oh, I’m very sorry for being a couple of minutes late,” I said.
    “I washed it myself. I’ve done it in the past as a little girl. I believe I did an adequate job? We’ll discuss your tardiness after the show, William Chambers. It will be the very last thing we discuss and we’ll discuss it at great length. To that effect I will keep you here later as a consequence for your lateness,” Gloria added.
   “Yes. Ms. Donte, how would you like your hair for this evening’s show? Would you like to try something flirty, with some curl?” I asked.
    “Hmm. As much as I truly detest anything so girly as ‘flirty with some curl’ that could be the way to go? I have that beef-cake football quarterback here tonight. The one that lives with the model? I plan on getting sexy with him,” she smiled.
    “There is nothing my female viewership loves more than when I flirt with some ego-bound male and then drop him dead in his tracks with a condescending comment. Even so, I still have the largest male viewership of any talk show. Do you know why, William?” Gloria asked.
    “Well, I’ll tell you. Because unlike other hosts I don’t pander to anyone including my female guests. I eventually cut them to ribbons if they even attempt to gaslight me,” she smiled, as I used a curling iron on her tresses.
    “Do you know anything about football Ms. Donte? I asked.
    “Of course I do. I was the only female child among five children. My father and my four older brothers were all macho jocks. Why, would you like me to teach you about football, William? Gloria asked, with her usual cutting jibe.
    Watching the show that evening from backstage, I again realized just how very good she was. I’d worked for her for three years now. Ever since I was 21 and out of an Administrative Assistant program at Elite Secretarial college.
    How did I become her hairdresser and makeup person? I’d attended a Vo-Tech high school where I took Business Education classes during the mornings and Cosmetology classes in the afternoons. Then I attended the Elite Secretarial College. I did hair as I worked my way thru.
    Doing hair on a mostly all female campus, especially where the girls had dates as well as job interviews made me quite popular. It even got me several dates. I applied for an Admin spot with Gloria Donte. She created an Assistant Admin position for me, but she wanted her own personal hairdresser.
    I became that immediately. Because her regular admin, an Indian girl nicknamed Bebe, was married, with three children, any sort of business or promotional travel became a problem for her. That’s where I came in. I was single. Whenever Gloria traveled, there I was at her beck and call.
    I took letters and dictation. I took notes during meetings. I made sure her hair, nails and face were perfect. I would even dress her at times. I chose all her outfits, as she took me shopping with her to help her select new apparel.
    She once told me I had a “better sense of fashion,” than any female she knew. “Are you a homosexual William?” Gloria asked.
    “No ma’am, Ms. Donte. I’ve never had a boyfriend nor a sexual relationship with a man in my life,” I blushed.
    “That doesn’t mean a damn thing, William. You’re what? Twenty-Three? Do you know how many gay men come out of the closet after they turn twenty-five or thirty?” Gloria asked.
    After the show that evening she took me into her office. She picked my brain on my impression of the show. Then in the dressing room I helped her change after removing her stage makeup. I made her a drink. Then she dressed me down about my tardiness.
    “I could see it if, indeed you were raising children, married, or had a boyfriend or girlfriend. But, you live alone. You don’t have to do your makeup or hair before going to work. You don’t even have to be choosey about your outfits like the girls do. I hired you because of your resume, William,” she shrugged.
    “You had impeccable references from high school and college. Always on time. Some people are starting to say I let you get away with it because we are secretly lovers. Of course others scoff at that idea because they think you are gay,” she laughed.
    “You are due to be here at 8:30 P.M. I want you here 15 minutes early. You do my hair and makeup. We discuss the upcoming show, we rehearse, and do the show. Then you make me presentable for going home and we discuss the show again. We’re out of here by 2:30 AM.
    “That is a six hour and fifteen minute night, five nights a week. I might have you over to my Chappaqua residence for some paperwork, shopping or a show related chat twice a week in the afternoon, for a couple of hours or so. Then maybe a few hours on a weekend. Am I too demanding? Tell me, William?” Gloria asked.
    “No ma’am. I need to be on time according to your schedule and I will. I do apologize ma’am,” I said.
    “By the way. I am in negations now for a supporting role in a Police Women movie with Marissa Harder. I would be her partner, in the film. It’s a drama. I’d like to have you on set, with me. There is no way Bebe could possibly go. They’re shooting in Charleston South Carolina. We’ll be filming while this show is in reruns,” Gloria said.
    “Wow, I would love that, Ms. Donte,” I gasped.
    “Well good. Just another reason to work on being prompt,” she nodded.
    Negotiations must have went well. After the holidays Gloria Donte and I were on a plane for Charleston. With the snow and cold settling into New York it was certainly a pleasure to settle into the milder climate of Charleston. Marissa Harder had seen to it that the studio put us up in the same Five-star hotel she was in.
    Marissa and Gloria had become great friends in a short time. Gloria had given Marissa a lengthy, top spot on her show, close to the end of the season to promote the movie. She’d even had Marissa share her dressing room and had her use me as her personal hairdresser. Marissa Harder was super hot and very fit. She was in her mid to late thirties just as Gloria was.
    Both were very athletic and over the years had taken up Tennis, Horseback riding, Golf, Swimming and the Martial arts. Doing the hair of a real “Babe” like Marissa Harder was fascinating and I outdid myself. “William, I love it! He’s terrific Glow,” Marissa added, using her new pet nickname for Gloria.
    “And he’s all mine. By the way, I’d love to have him on the set in Charleston, Marissa. If we can?” Gloria asked.
    “That won’t be a problem. Call my agent. Here’s his card. He’ll get him in the union. Plus I’ll see to it that you and I are in my personal trailer together. He can be my stylist also,” Marissa smiled.
    Of course as she was Marissa’s Co-Star, Gloria would be in most of the scenes. So, each day she was a little frazzled. Gloria and I shared the same suite at the hotel with a huge sitting and dining area between us. I’d run Gloria’s bath before I’d take my own.
    The first weekend after a week of shooting there would be a break for a festival taking place in some of the areas they were shooting in. So we were looking forward to a weekend off. I’d just taken my bath. I’d momentarily fallen asleep in the tub.
    I walked out into the bedroom portion and could smell the familiar and very strong scent of Gloria’s perfume. She was standing there in my room. Her hair was wet and into an upsweep. Her makeup was as vivid as if she were going on stage.
   She had jewelry on. Two sets of dangling earrings and a bracelet. She wore a shorty, flowered Kimono and high-heels. Her breasts were pouring out of it. She held a shiny, beige dressing gown in one hand and a pair of high-heels in the other.
   I was naked. I stared at her. All I could do was smile and say, “Hello, Ms. Donte.”
    “For the moment you can make that Gloria, honey. Humor me and put on this dressing gown and high-heels. And when you have them on, looking very sexy, let’s get some makeup on you and get your hair done,” she smiled.
    “Don’t worry. Everything I brought for you will fit. I bought everything in your size, Miss William,” she added.
    “Ms. Donte, what are you talking about?” I asked.
    “I’m talking about us having some kinky, naughty, sex, sweetie,” she said walking to within six-inches of me. She tossed the dressing gown and heels on my bed. She began to rub her hands together as if she were giving her hands a massage.
    “Let’s face facts. You’re not gay but you aren’t getting laid either. I prefer females mostly. I don’t like big, strong macho men like my friend the Quarterback. The thought of a huge, horse sized dick inside of me doesn’t do a thing for me,” she winked.
    “But, give me a right sized cock, from a sweet, pretty, girlish boy like you? Now, that would be nice, now and then. Plus, I’ll bet I’ll get no argument out of you on eating my puss? I don’t like big muscled he men at all William. I like my boys slim, svelte pretty and mildly effeminate like you are. Do you understand?” Gloria asked.
    “Yes, but do you think I’m turned on after you tell me how girlish I am to you?” I asked.
    “Yes. You are turned on. Your nearly erect penis tells me that much. You began to become erect the moment I asked you to get dressed, coiffed and made up, darling. I haven’t touched you, kissed you or embraced you and you still have a boner,” she smiled.
    “What does it matter William? Do you find me unattractive? I’m practically throwing myself at you. That isn’t like me at all. So what if we have hot passionate sex with me in charge and you dressed as a girl?” Gloria asked.
    I looked down at my penis. She was right. It wasn’t rock-hard but I was definitely aroused. She shook her head. “Pick up those things and come with me,” Gloria said.
   I did as I was told and she took me by the elbow and steered me into her boudoir, with me holding the heels in one hand and the gown in the other. She toweled me off completely paying special attention to my butt and my genitals. She sat me on her bed.
    Then, she put the dressing gown on me, tying the belted sash into a bow. Then she put the heels on me. “You’re not really all that hirsute are you? Most blondes aren’t. Nothing at all on your face, and very little anywhere else. Very soft, downy, sparse fluff is all,” she said, sounding quite pleased.
    “I any event we can take care of that later. Walk over to my vanity. See how those kitten heels feel on you? You should be able to walk in them. Did you ever dress as a girl when you were younger? No? Hmm? I’ll show you how I want your makeup to look. I brought some hot rollers for your hair,” she added as I made my way over to her mirrored vanity as my high heels clicked rhythmically on the flooring.
    The hot rollers were all ready warming. She combed thru my hair and began setting it with some setting lotion she had. The bottle looked like it was the same brand we had at the studio. It was as if she’d planned this since before we’d left New York. That this was not spontaneous.
    Especially since she’d stated she’d “purchased clothing that would fit me.” Once my hair was up in rollers she turned me to face her while I still sat on the vanity bench. For someone who had a personal hairdresser and makeup artist she certainly was good at both tasks.
    As she painted my eyes, lips and cheeks, she chatted. “You know that I told you I had four older brothers that all played sports. They got so much attention from my parents due to those activities that I decided to play as well. I practically refused to take up girlish tasks such as playing with dolls,” she paused.
    “So, Miss William, I guess you are making up for what I missed. I never got to play with dolls and make them pretty. As such, you are going to be my Barbie Doll, Miss William. I’ll make you pretty, instead. You’re perfect too. Sexy, slender and blonde. Just like Barbie. Except you have no tits,” she laughed.
    “I hope you enjoy it? I know you’re surprised I’m good with hair and makeup. It was one of the few things I allowed mother to teach me. She threatened to make me spend my evenings in bed, sleeping with my hair full of curlers if I did not. You look nice. Come over here to the full length mirror and take a look,” Gloria said.
    “You walk well in those heels. So well that I can’t believe you have not crossdressed prior to now. Well, how do you like her? And what will we call her? We can’t keep calling you Miss William. I know. You can be Vivian. Just like the Julia Roberts’ Call Girl in the movie, Pretty Woman,” Miss Donte laughed.
    She came up behind me and draped her arms around me. Looking back at her in the mirror I could easily see she was a few inches taller than me. I’m about 5 feet 9 inches. The kitten heels didn’t make me much taller. I could feel her strong arms around me as she embraced me tightly.
    It was a warm, sensuous feeling especially when she nuzzled my neck with her kisses. I still looked like a girl getting ready for a date. Though my makeup was beautifully applied, my hair was still in rollers. Ms. Donte must have noted.
    “Let me take you back to the vanity and fix your tresses, Vivian dearest. Yes. Soon, Gloria and her pretty new girl Vivian will be locked in a loving embrace,” she said as she removed the brush rollers and pins. Then with hairspray and a pick-comb she fashioned my hair style.
    Of late, I believed, because of her burgeoning friendship with Marissa Harder, Gloria Donte had let down some of the hard exterior that had always made her the icy, stern, desensitized female she could be. In Marissa’s trailer, which they shared, they had an off-set camaraderie I had not seen Ms. Donte have with anyone else.
    It was unusual for Ms. Donte to act as if someone, especially another female was her physical, emotional or intellectual equal. Of course, between them, as their hairdresser, I was frequently a target for emasculating jibes concerning my slim waist, “nice legs,” “pretty hair,” or lack of manly muscle.
    When Gloria was finally satisfied with my coiffure, she kissed me on the neck, took me by the arm and led me to her bed. As she embraced me under her satin sheets, the warmth of her body and her physical presence overwhelmed me. Her kisses were strong and fulfilling. Her bites on my neck, tit nipples and abdomen were determined and deliberate.
    When she finally mounted my penis, with me on my back, and her vagina swallowed me up, I’d never had such a sensual feeling with any female. Being the “bottom,” the submissive partner, the “girl” in the relationship, so to speak, suited me very well. The masterful Gloria Donte had exposed something within me that had lain dormant.
    Now, I would never again feel the need to take the lead in any sexual situation. My need to be “taken,” to be “led,” was now unearthed. I would not again be the hunter, I was now the hunted. A weight had been lifted from me and I felt so much freer. As Gloria’s vaginal muscles clenched tightly around my penis and she smothered me with her kisses, I felt so comforted and protected.
    Sexual liberation is a wonderful feeling and I’d been liberated in such a way as I never imagined. I was her’s, I belonged to Gloria Donte. My goal was to do as she desired. “Come for me darling. You can do it Vivian, my pretty, pretty Vivian. Don’t hold back that climax, you little Fox. You can see to my needs later, my pet. Oh yes Vivian. Your little prick is swelling nicely love,” Gloria added as I squealed in effeminate delight.
    At long last, my semen spurted forth, my back arched and I let out a primal, womanly scream. Gloria milked the last remnants by expertly snapping her pussy opened and closed around my sputtering cock. She kissed my face the way a strong man might kiss the face of his girlish lover.
    I laid in her arms for a time, wonderfully sated. “That was the best sex I’ve had in my life Miss Gloria, darling,” I simpered.
    “That’s wonderful to hear, Vivian dearest. Vivian my love. I’d simply adore it if you would put those wet, crimson lips between my legs,” Gloria smiled.
    I’d do anything for this woman, or so I thought. So I indeed got between her legs to pleasure her lovely clitoris. “Oh yes, Vivian dear. That’s a good girl. Take care of Mum-mum’s puss. Excellent, darling,” Gloria cooed as I did everything I could do so she could experience the amazing climax I had just reached.

Chapter II: Girl Talk

    The Sunday morning after that amazing Saturday evening, I awoke within the loving embrace of Gloria Donte’s strong arms. Running my fingers thru my hair I could feel the slight stickiness of the hairspray. I could feel and smell the cosmetics I was still wearing. I arose to shower. As I did Gloria grabbed the belt of my lady’s dressing robe.
    “Are you showering? I want to help you shave your legs and chest. Plus I want you to use some depilatory, on you. I want you baby smooth with plucked and arched brows. And some polish regularly on your toenails wouldn’t hurt,” Ms. Donte said.
    “Gloria, what are you talking about? Vivian was a role I played with you last night to liven up our sex. I’m not going to become Vivian in the daytime, or on a permanent basis,” I scoffed.
    “Oh? Really? No one is asking you to be Vivian on a permanent basis. But, you did admit it was the best sex you’ve ever had and there is no reason we can’t play again today. After all, Princess, we do have the day off,” Gloria added getting out of bed and getting things ready to remove all of my body hair from below my eyebrows.
    Not quite an hour later I sat at her vanity, getting my brows waxed, plucked and arched. I was smooth and hairless, my body scented with moisturizer and floral talc. “Please don’t make them too awfully feminine. Please Miss Gloria?” I begged.
    “No one will notice and if they do who cares? Three out of every four people we know think you are gay, anyway. Now let’s paint those toenails and get you into panties and pantyhose. It won’t hurt you to wear hose underneath your everyday slacks. It will keep you in a playful girlish mood for when I decide I want to see Vivian,” she insisted, kissing me on the lips.
    Gloria called down for brunch to be delivered to the room around 10 A..M. “Gloria, what will the waiter think when he delivers brunch and sees me?” I gasped.
    “He’ll think there are two attractive females in the room, and one has her hair set in curlers, maybe for a date she’s going on later,” Gloria laughed.
    She had me in a short skirt, pantyhose, kitten heels and a high collared ruffled blouse. My makeup was full and sexy. My hair was in curlers and covered in a satin scarf. She put inserts in the bra I wore. She already had me practicing a girlish voice to use.
    “I don’t want to go out in public like this Gloria,” I argued.
    “I wouldn’t let you. You’re not ready. Not quite yet,” she warned me.
    Brunch was quite tasty. After the busboy cleared away the mess, Gloria had me sit with her and began kissing me. I thought it unusual that she would find “Vivian” attractive with a head full of curlers and wearing a floral print scarf.
    “Do you find me pretty like this,” I asked, as I self-consciously and quite effeminately patted the curlers, through the scarf with my right hand.
    “Of course I do. When you think about why any female would wear a head full of curlers it makes sense. Ladies wear curlers so that once they take the curlers out their tresses are attractive for their husbands, boyfriends or lovers. So doing something that will result in you being attractive is sexy,” she smiled.
    “Picture yourself at my Chappaqua mansion, helping my maid to set the table. Your hair is in curlers. You check your lady’s Rolex and realize I’ll be home soon. You mince to your vanity, style your hair and fix your face. You meet me at the door with my favorite cocktail,” she added.
    “You’re going too far with this, Gloria,” I protested.
    “I am? Is this going too far?” Gloria asked, reaching into my panties to fondle my penis.
    “No, that’s very nice. Oh Gloria, you really do know how to touch me. Oh my gracious that is so nice Gloria,” I said, kissing her lips and wrapping my arms around her.
    “Yes I do. I know exactly what you need. And, there is plenty more where that comes from. You just have to behave the way I want you to behave. Now, between now and dinner, let’s practice some comportment. Walking, sitting, standing, posing, gesturing and speaking,” she said.
    “You’ve done well softening your voice. You practically began quite naturally when I put you in the dressing gown after you took your bath. Let’s keep that up. Now, I’ll show you how a girl walks. We need to get you a nice butt trainer when we get back to New York,” Gloria added.
    I spent the next few hours practicing to walk as a sexy female might. I took smaller steps than I would normally. I added a slight wiggle to my walk and held my wrists limp and languid. I learned to sit by folding my skirt properly underneath me, and to speak with a soft, modulated, dulcet, almost questioning voice.
    Before dinner, Gloria then swept me into her room, so that she could remove my curlers, have me style and spray my coiffure and have me touch up my makeup. Doing my own makeup and even my own hair for that matter, was significantly different enough from doing the hair and makeup of a female I might tend to at a beauty parlor. Nevertheless, Gloria had me perform the tasks myself to her satisfaction.
   Gloria seemed very pleased. She wanted me to answer the door when the waiter brought dinner but I was simply too frightened. Although when the young, handsome waiter did smile at me I winked, wiggled my fingers and smiled in return. I then noted there was a third place set for dinner. Then another knock came.
    “Why don’t you greet Marissa for me?” Gloria asked.
    I was shocked. She’d invited TV and Movie actress Marissa Harder to dinner? With me in drag dressed as Vivian?
    “Please Gloria, let me change. I can’t let Marissa see me dressed as a female,” I begged.
    “Don’t be silly. I’ll let her in. She’ll be fine with it. She and I have already discussed it. She knows my plans and what I’m doing,”Gloria smirked.
    “She does? Well why not tell me? What are your plans and what are you doing, Miss Gloria Donte? Oh, I can’t believe this?” I gasped as she let the striking brunette actress into our suite.
    “Vivian, please be polite and stand to greet Marissa? That’s a good girl,” Gloria said, pleased that I stood.
    “Hello Vivian. Let me get a good look at you. Gloria, you weren’t kidding. She looks absolutely sensational,” Marissa said as she hugged me.
    Though I began dinner apprehensive, I began to have a wonderful time. It was different being with Gloria and Marissa when I was Vivian instead of William. Gone were the cutting jibes about my lack of male muscle. No longer did they tease me about my slim waist and “great” legs.
    Instead, I was given compliments on my hair, makeup and nails. I was part of the conversation and the giddy, girlish banter. And when it was time for the bus-boy to collect the dishes and for Marissa to depart, Gloria had her arm around me. As soon as we were alone, Gloria took a sip from her glass of wine, put it down and embraced me.
    “I’m so very proud of you my Vivian. I am just so impressed with the way you have grown and flourished since the dawn of your emasculation. You are so very promising as Vivian. Can’t you see why I am leaning towards developing you as a female on a more regular basis?” Gloria asked.
    “Gloria, I’m flattered by your compliments, but I’m wondering if we aren’t moving much too fast? After all I’m not sure I want to take on the persona of Vivian on such a regular basis? Oh Gloria, please stop? Oh Gloria, oh mercy. My gracious Gloria, oh I love it so when you do that!” I gasped as Gloria put her hand under my skirt and reached into my pantyhose and panty to begin massaging my dick.
   As she did so, she smothered me with wet, strong kisses. As one of her hands fondled my genitals the other hand squeezed my butt. All at the same time she French-kissed me feverishly. I virtually swooned under her ministrations as she maneuvered me into her bed. It would essentially be similar to our prior evening of lovemaking.
    This time, Gloria had me first lick her puss until she had a shuddering orgasm. Then she aggressively mounted me and saw to it that I followed her steady rhythm as she pounded my penis with her snapping, squeezing, clenching puss. She was an amazing, forceful lover.
    During the next several weeks of filming, until nearly late February when we flew back to New York, Gloria had “Vivian” appear on the order of once a week at least. It was on the plane returning to Kennedy Airport that she put forward that I take up residence with her  at her Chappaqua, New York, mansion.
    “Why not, William? We’re very attracted to each other. I know I’m around fifteen years older, but I feel we’ve struck a spark between us in our relationship. With you having a rent-controlled Manhattan apartment I dare say your landlady isn’t going to put up any fuss at all,” she added.
    “I’ll contact her for you. I’ll explain it’s all work related. By the way, I received a call from Petra Givens, the producer, during the filming in Charleston. She said the network intends on changing the show to an afternoon slot. I certainly won’t fight that. More normal hours, a larger viewership, more sponsors and a larger paycheck,” laughed Gloria.
    We still had almost six weeks until we started doing the show and over two weeks until we even had to be back into the studio. As Gloria promised, I got little or no pushback from my landlady. My move to Chappaqua went smoothly. It wasn’t until I was ensconced at Gloria’s Chappaqua home that the misgivings began.
    My bedroom was very near her’s and it was quite femininely appointed. The dressers and the closets were full of items for “Vivian.” I’d sleep in a canopied, four poster bed. My normal male clothing was closeted and put in dressers in a large walk-in closet adjacent to what now amounted to my new “boudoir” and bath. On the drive to the new studio at Rockefeller Center, I spoke of my misgivings to Gloria.
    The show was in the planning stages. Filming would not begin for nearly a month. But the move to Chappaqua, with my salary, time constraints and budget would be quite difficult to undo. Gloria had four servants at her home. Doris her maid, Florence her housekeeper, Veronica her chef and Shawna her social secretary.
    “Gloria, explain to me what any of your household servants is going to say the first time they see me dressed as Vivian?” I asked.
    “They will say that you look very nice, Miss Vivian. My servants are incredibly discreet and extremely supportive. You can already see how much they like you, William. My love life, my sex life, and my personal life is all mine and they understand that fully,” Gloria explained.
    “They realize I am exceedingly fond of you and they also know that their Mistress can be quite quirky. If the truth be told they all know enough of our current relationship, that they will be thrilled to assist you in your journey as Vivian,” she smiled to my vexation.
    “You’ve told them? You’ve instructed them in the fact that you occasionally dress your boyfriend, your lover, as a girl?” I asked in disbelief.
    “Please William? Stop being so childish and so easily shamed. I know you’re very sensitive. Which incidentally is a very girlish trait. They are all adults. They know we are both in the entertainment industry and that inherently artistic people have unusual tastes. Let me take care of things. Aren’t you happy and enthused with our relationship, William? Haven’t our sexual adventures been most exciting for you?” Gloria asked, persuasively.
    “Well, yes Gloria. I am happy and yes I’m very satisfied. I’m just so apprehensive about the changes you seem to expect in me,” I fumbled weakly.
    “Leave everything to me darling,” she insisted.
    With no concrete filming schedule to begin for over three weeks, Gloria had plenty of time to plan and execute my passage to Vivian with expert and precise guardianship. We had a long four-day weekend ahead, starting on our second Thursday back in New York. That Wednesday evening after a quiet dinner we retired to our respective boudoirs. Doris, Gloria’s maid was with her. Florence the housekeeper began to run my bath.
    It was a bubble bath. I entered the bathroom as Florence was adding the fragrant bath oils and checking the temperature. Florence smiled as she set out a pair of two-inch high-heeled bedroom slippers for me along with a flowing, gold-colored negligee. I had a towel wrapped around my genital area.
    “Mistress had me prepare your bath and set out your heels, negligee and razor to shave your legs, Miss Vivian. I’ve also plugged in your hot rollers ma’am. Your clothing for the morrow all are additionally hanging and laid out for you. Mistress will send Doris in to help with your evening makeup Miss Vivian,” Florence said.
    Though I wanted to scream, I pursed my lips and nodded. “Thank you Florence,” I smiled.
    “Yes ma’am, Miss Vivian. Miss Vivian ma’am, we are all very pleased that you are now living with us Miss. It has made the Mistress quite contented and delighted, Miss Vivian,” Florence added.
    I bathed myself, shaved my legs obediently, along with my underarms. My regular depilatory treatments precluded very much shaving. Probably less than the average female. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. After toweling dry, I used body lotion and powder.
    I knew what Gloria expected of me. After putting on the negligee and heels I minced to my room to put my hair into hot rollers with setting gel. I was looking over the cosmetics in front of me when Doris entered the room.
    “Miss Vivian, Mistress has sent me to assist with your cosmetic application. Is your hair still damp? That’s not too bad Miss. Please turn and face me, Miss Vivian. That’s perfect Miss. You have such soft, smooth, pretty skin, Miss Vivian,” Doris said as she began to moisturize my face.
   She took great care to blend my foundation and blush. She worked her magic to enhance my eyes and beautifully filled in my lips with a shimmering shade of black-cherry lipstick. When she was satisfied with my hair, she curtsied and added, “Mistress will see you now Miss Vivian.”
    I minced into Gloria’s boudoir wanting to say something about the casual, condescending attitude of her servant staff concerning my emasculation. But when I saw my beautiful mentor seated on a divan, I could hardly do anything but smile. Becoming both silly and flustered with my situation I executed a darling curtsey almost automatically.
    “You look just lovely my dear, Vivian. Come and sit with me, my precious,” Gloria said patting the cushion next to her. As I sat she enveloped me into her arms.
    “Oh my pet, my Vivian. See how very easy this is? See how nicely my girls treated you? And it will be no different with Shayla and Veronica on the morrow, when they welcome you as Vivian. I have a wonderful four-day weekend planned for us my love. And, well, a beautiful life planned ahead for us of course,” said my unusually smitten Svengali.
    “Thank you Gloria. I do feel special when you treat me like this. It was so very nice to be pampered by servants. I’m still uncomfortable with all of this though. It really is overwhelming, you know? I’m not sure how to act or take all of this?” I tittered.
    “I want you to take it in stride, my sweet. I desire for you to be pampered. I intend to offer you a life in the lap of luxury, darling. Servants, pampering, deluxe beauty parlors and spas, along with top modistes and courtiers. It is all your’s for the having,” she cooed.
    “Yes, you’ll find your life unusual at first, but you will grow to love and expect it,” she added, kissing me.
    Our lovemaking that evening was the most torrid yet. After I’d cared for her with my mouth, tongue and lips, she took me to my peak, with me on my back and her on top of my penis. Before I climaxed though, she slipped her puss off of my penis.
    Lubricating my already wet penis with her mouth, she stroked up and down my cock with her right hand, while she licked the head of my cock with her tongue, and kissed it with her lips. Then, she took the well lubricated index and middle fingers of her left hand and slowly rotated them into my tight rectum. As I gasped she forced both fingers deeper and deeper into my anal canal.
    When I meekly protested she quieted me by saying, “Would you like me to try three fingers, my pretty, dainty, effeminate, sissy? Or how about my entire fist? Yes dear, you are quite tight. We’ll take care of that with a rectal plug sometime around the end of the weekend,” she promised.
    Her fingers were quite long. She laughed as she worked them further and further into my rectal passage. Finally, the tips of her very long, pretty, French-manicured nails contacted my prostate. I squealed like a little piglet. I shook and wiggled my cute, demure butt, with uncontrolled passion.
   She wouldn’t let go of me, my penis or my prostate and she said as much, saying, “I’ll let go when you do very proper, sissy squirts for Mummy. Now that’s it girl. Just look at all this squirting creme coming from pee-pee? Oh, how nice this is!” Gloria exclaimed as I sent a geyser of thick, creamy semen into the air.
    It was phenomenal and I nearly fainted with the excitement! I gurgled, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I gasped so very effeminately. Gloria loved it. She loved the control she had over me and my awakening passions.
    “You are so very beautiful this evening Vivian and you will be more so as I progress you into your life as my subservient lover, my precious darling,” Gloria promised.
    The four day weekend would prove to be the start of the dissolution of a person known as William or even “Miss William.” In fact “Miss William,” might have been even more emasculating, as well as “sissy-shaming” than “Miss Vivian” ever was. Miss Willam was this effeminate, sissified creature neither male or female.
    At the very least, Miss Vivian was a girl that was madly in love with Gloria Donte and craved to please her. The last vestiges of anyone that wasn’t Vivian were in the process of disappearing, courtesy of Gloria Donte, her unlimited resources and her female household staff.

Chapter III: The Dawn of Vivian

    As always, waking in Gloria’s strong arms was the most comforting experience of my recent life’s changes. She directed me to my boudoir, where her Social Secretary, Shawna awaited me. “She’ll explain the day’s activities my very special lover,” Gloria smiled as her maid, Doris took her to her own vanity.
    “Good morning, Miss Vivian. Today, you and the Mistress are being attended to at the ‘Aura Salon and Spa’ here in Chappaqua. So once you remove your evening makeup from last night, we’ll brush your hair out and soften your look for the salon,” Shayla explained.
    My hair was brushed out to my full-length, just below my shoulders. All of last night’s curl was nearly gone as was my heavy, lovemaking, makeup. Now, instead of the glam cosmetics of a harlot, I had the soft subtle makeup of a girl about to be pampered at a deluxe, Five Star salon and spa.
   Soft pink lipstick with matching eye shadow and blusher. I wore inch and a half high heels and a tight panty brief. My dark hose were attached to garters. My A-Line skirt came to my knees and my white blouse had a Peter Pan collar and a pussy-bow. At breakfast, the other ladies complemented me, as “Miss Vivian” on my appearance.
    “I know she’ll look just smashing after the salon visit, Madame,” Shawna said.
    I was nervous when we left the house, however Gloria calmed my fears, mostly. “Aura Salon and Spa has a certain expertise with unique girls such as you Vivian. Your attendants will be especially attuned to the fact that you don’t have girlish breasts or other items of the female anatomy,” Gloria explained.
   Indeed, for my leg, bikini and brow wax I was taken to a separate room, with Gloria. The “zipping” of the hot wax was unpleasant, but the massage that followed was indeed relaxing. Nether my brassiere, false breasts or panty brief were removed. Once I was re-dressed, along with Gloria I was taken to the salon proper for a shampoo and hot oil conditioning treatment.
    The soft music they played as well as the very feminine atmosphere calmed me even more. My hairdresser, Monica, was most pleasant. She complemented me on my thick tresses. She began my cutting. I could see she was leaving the length slightly above my shoulders. Then, to my surprise she began mixing my colors.
    I was about to become a strawberry blonde with ginger highlights. As Monica painted on the color I watched my Sandy-blonde locks turn to a vibrant, titian, hue. While she moved an infra-red accelerator over to speed up the color taking, a manicurist began on my fingernails. I just wasn’t getting a regular manicure, either.
    No, I was getting a French tipped manicure with nail extenders, done in a peach shade with white tips. Not only would today be filled with surprises but the entire lengthy weekend would amaze me. With my hair dry enough to highlight, Monica began the foil wrap and the blending in of the showy Ginger tints.
    My feminization process was taking a turn I hadn’t quite anticipated. By now I realized Gloria’s ultimate goal. However I had imagined I could slow the process or at the very least summon the nerve to tell her that I would prefer for “Miss Vivian” to be someone that came into being as an occasional character in our lovemaking.
    But, I seemed to have no nerve nor was I able to summon any courage where my very masculinity or lack of it was at stake? My transformation was based upon Gloria’s very whim to conduct it and I was doing little or nothing to avert it. I had to say or do something soon or I was to become Miss Vivian permanently before my very own eyes.
   I watched as my fingers and nails took on the long sleek look of a polished feminine hand. Then as Monica finished my coiffure I looked on as my hair took the shape of a New York sophisticate. The shimmering red shades along with ginger tinting captivated me. Monica changed my part from the middle of my tresses to one on the right side.
    In the now lank, trimmed ends were place small hot-rollers. Then all the way around the edges of my now strawberry locks a young lady’s “Flip” hairdo took shape. But Monica did not stop there. She used cosmetics to make me look much more feminine and girlish than I ever had.
    I left the salon with shiny, glowing “Hot” pink lips and now, not one but two sets of gold studs in each ear. Nervously I begged Gloria not to “do lunch” as I was still quite nervous about being in public as Miss Vivian. We returned to Gloria’s Chappaqua mansion where I was now surrounded by not one but five, strong-willed, forceful, determined females, all insistent upon advancing my feminization.
    For the rest of the afternoon one or more of these ladies put me thru my paces as Miss Vivian, by instructing me in my “Girl Lessons” as they now called my Charm Classes. I was exhausted by the end of dinner, however Shawna, Madame’s social secretary demanded I practice more in the den, after coffee.
    That evening I slept in my own room as Gloria and I took a break from lovemaking. That next morning after breakfast saw Gloria and I driving to the offices of an Asian female Herbalist/Acupuncturist named Doctor Kim-Lu.
    It was not until we were seated with the Doctor and her medical assistant, when I finally realized I was there to be given treatments to grow my breasts and expand the roundness of my buttocks. I felt like leaving at that moment, and protested.
    “Gloria, darling this is ridiculous! I will not grow breasts. And you want me to fatten my buttocks? Why on earth? Gloria this is going too far,” I sputtered.
    “Oh really? And so, you can enjoy feeling and nibbling upon my breasts and squeezing my buttocks for your prurient pleasure but I cannot enjoy the same gratification with your body? How very selfish of you Vivian?” Gloria smirked.
   “But Gloria, there is a difference. I am a male and you are a female. Why, what would people say?” I gasped.
    “You are hardly a male any longer Vivian. In fact you never truly were a male, anyway. You always were a sissy that secretly, deep inside, wanted to be as much of a pretty female as you possibly could become. I’m just seeing to it that nature’s unusual error is corrected.
    “Think about it. The slim waist, the effeminate occupations of hairdressing and secretarial work. The long, thick, nicely styled, below the shoulder-length-hair. Face it, Vivian Chambers. Your attraction to me as a strong, assertive female and my attraction to your overt effeminacy was a match for the ages darling. We can’t hide this any longer,” Gloria insisted.
    “Ms. Donte and Miss Chambers, if I may interject? My treatments are easily reversible if unsatisfactory. They are completely safe. We use no manufactured, chemical hormones. We use natural herbs, poultices, teas, creams and lotions made from plants, berries and herbal compounds, known only to the ancient Wicca’s of long ago,” smiled Doctor Kim-Lu.
    “Please, Vivian my love? Do it just for me darling? So that when we enjoy each other’s bodies I can experience the plump breasts and buttocks of my subservient Sapphic lover,” pleaded Gloria.
    “Your Mistress is correct Miss Vivian. The joys of complete Lesbian lovemaking are wonderfully fulfilling when both partners have fulsome   mammaries as well as rounded hips. Am I correct, my little plum?” Doctor Kim asked of her giggling medical assistant.
   “Yes Mistress. You are always correct my esteemed Doctor, husband,” cooed the Doctor’s obvious lover.
    “But I won’t have unusually large breasts or a bulbous behind will I? And the remainder of my male parts? I may keep them?” I asked.
    “Listen to her. She already wants pretty tits. Yes, an “A” cup and a butt no more than 12 inches wider than your waist. And of course you may keep your precious little jewels. After all, I find your penis quite harmless,” laughed Gloria.
   When I stripped in front of everyone both Doctor Kim and her pretty, submissive assistant tittered when they saw my penis.
    “You can see what I mean by the, er, equipment being virtually harmless, eh doctor?” Gloria asked.
    “Yes, madam. Yes. There’s barely anything to be concerned about,” Doctor Kim agreed, laughing.
    After having my pectoral and buttock region packed in poultices and wrapped in gauze, I was left under heat lamps which treated the same area for over an hour. I was given headphones to listen to soft eerie music and blinders to keep me in complete darkness.
    When my treatment was over I actually felt phenomenally relaxed. Gloria and I were given a very large supply of tea, powders, lotions and creams when we departed the Doctor’s office. I would return in two weeks. On the way home she asked if I’d enjoy lunch and I surprisingly agreed.
    I fixed my appearance in the car, freshening my lipstick and touching up my eyes, hair and cheeks. Gloria gave me a few tips and reminders before we walked into the restaurant.
    “Swing your hips when you walk and take dainty steps. Modulate your voice in soft tones. Remember to make cute, demure gestures with your fingers and hands. You’re a girl. Girls are sweet, pretty and dainty,” Gloria added.
    “We’ll take care of any issues with your walk this evening when we insert your butt plug,” she said.
    I wasn’t certain I’d enjoy anything in my rectum even if Gloria had already told me it would enhance our sex life. During lunch an occurrence took place which distressed my already fragile emotions. The young waiter assigned to our table began flirting with Gloria and I. My only reaction was blushing, batting my eyes and tittering. Even though Gloria showed a passing interest in the young man to assuage his ego, he took a much larger interest in me, to my obvious embarrassment.
    I reached across the table and entwined my finger and hands with Gloria’s. “Oh how sweet of you my angel. Yes, I love you also my darling Vivian. Isn’t this beautiful, just the two of us out on a romantic outing having luncheon?” Gloria asked.
    “Yes, yes it is my love. And I want our young, flirtatious wait-person to realize we just might be lovers. Please continue to hold my hands Gloria. His attentions to me are very troubling, darling,” I pleaded.
    “Oh, is that it? Well why shouldn’t he be smitten? A mature lady like myself flirting back at him or a younger, shyer female playing hard to get? That’s what he sees you know? A lovely young lady much too shy to show her true feelings,” Gloria smiled.
    “Or from your standpoint Vivian, are there feminine stirrings within your loins that find the boy to be romantically attractive? Gloria asked.
    “No, of course not. You know I’m not gay,” I protested.
    “There wouldn’t be anything gay about it, precious. He’s a male and you are responding like a female. It’s perfectly normal for someone like yourself, in transition, to now be attracted to what is a now member of the opposite sex. Of course, I’d be terribly jealous,” Gloria laughed.
    “Please, stop it Gloria? You’re making this all too confusing,” I whimpered in frustration.
    It was all terribly agonizing, with all the emotions now seeming to course throughout me.
    The rest of the afternoon and early evening went normally. Well, normally, in my case, meaning at least one of the ladies, this time Florence, taking me thru my “Girl Lessons” after dinner. At bedtime though, Doris was in my room before my bath presenting me with the apparatus to administer an enema.
    “Excuse me Doris, what is the meaning of this?” I asked.
    “Madame insists you experience a thorough colonic cleansing and rinse prior to the insertion of your anal plug, Miss Vivian. Would you assume the proper position? Kneel on all fours and bring your arms and chest towards your abdomen, please? It’s most comfortable that way, Miss,” Doris pronounced.
    “Doris, I am uncertain any of this is needed. I’ll speak to Gloria about it, later. You’re dismissed dear,” I added curtly.
    Then I heard Gloria’s most haughty, questioning voice and I shuddered and cringed. “Doris, is there some sort of problem? Was Miss Vivian becoming petulant over the matter of her rectal douche?” Gloria asked.
    “No ma’am, I don’t think so. You weren’t becoming recalcitrant were you Miss Vivian?” Doris asked, mockingly, with a raised eyebrow.
    “No. Of course not. No Gloria darling. Not at all, dear. I was simply surprised. You hadn’t mentioned a colonic was to precede my much needed rectal plugging,” I simpered.
    “You’ll be very happy once you’ve adjusted to the plug Vivian. It will add a much needed extra-waggle to your walk. It’s also a continued reminder of your obviously advancing femininity. Lastly, I’ll be able to use various other implements besides my fingers to stimulate you anally,” Gloria scoffed as Doris smirked.
    “I’m certain I’ll find it very pleasurable, my love,” I sighed.
    Doris had placed the large enema bag upon a stand as one would see supporting an IV unit in a hospital. A long hose with a rectal nozzle led from the bag. As I scrunched into the proper position as Doris had described, I felt a well-lubed, gloved finger enter my rectum. I gasped, prissily. Then tried my best to relax.
    My butt cheeks continued to clench though, and Doris gave me a sharp slap on my read end. “Please Miss. Relax. You’re making this so much more less pleasurable for us all,” Doris chided me.
    If I thought Doris’s fingers were discomforting, I wasn’t quite prepared for the long, plastic nozzle that now entered my anus. Though very well-lubricated it was still not very pleasurable as she rotated the apparatus into my anal passage.
    “Release the contents slowly Doris. She must be throughly washed out. Don’t worry Vivian my angel, the contents are nice, warm soapy water. It will hardly be a shock to your system,” Gloria assured me.
    As the enema bag emptied and my insides filled with the contents I felt as if I would explode! My stomach and abdomen seemed to swell to huge proportions. It was as if my stomach was tied into knots. The discomfort increased to the most excruciating proportions. I begged that they stop the flow.
    “Don’t be silly Vivian. You’ve only taken a little over half of the Enema bag. It holds an entire quart. You’ve got a way to go, my child. Just think though. This is how a female feels for nine months after some nasty boy knocks her up and she must bear a child to full term,” Gloria hissed.
    I was completely doubled over, gasping for relief as my insides gurgled in response. When Doris finally emptied the bag and removed the nozzle Gloria said, “Now you must hold it for three more minutes. Then you may evacuate in the bidet. Why not turn on the exhaust fan now, Doris? That and some incense should rid the room of the infernal odor that will be produced.”
    When I was finally allowed to use the toilet I nearly ran to sit down. My bowels released in a loud, “plop!” It was such a relief. The smelly solution flowed from me like a river. When I’d finally returned to my boudoir, fully relieved, I saw a smirking Doris holding another full enema bag!
    “Just a little distilled water rinse Miss. You’ll enjoy this as much as the soapy enema I’m certain. Don’t fret. It’s approximately body temp. And it’s only one quart,” Doris added.
    When the entire ordeal was over, Doris exited my boudoir. I was completely exhausted from the ordeal. I had little or no resistance to anything left within me. I felt as weak as a helpless infant. I was thoroughly defeated, and I’m certain Gloria noted it.
    As she lubricated my rectum and smilingly oiled my “New Little Friend,” as she called the butt plug, Gloria stared deeply into my wide opened eyes as I looked back, pleadingly at her.
    “You’ve behaved quite well, thus far Vivian. I’m more than pleased with your fawning surrender to my fancies. You’ll be well rewarded, I can assure you of that. Now present that pretty rosebud of a rectum to Mummy so she can award her girl with her New Little Friend,” said Gloria smirkingly.
    As she rotated the plug to insert it, she gave me a dissertation of it. “You know, now, that this is the smallest size in the kit of these I purchased from my friend, a gynecologist, Doctor Etta Baker? Doctor Baker specializes in the gynecological treatment and surgery of transgender females. She owns a practice where they also do bust enhancement surgery. She performs SRS on a regular basis,” Gloria informed me.
    “This is part of a kit used by these newly, medically feminized ladies to dilate their brand-new, surgically constructed pussies to keep their twats open for lovemaking. It’s an interesting surgical procedure. Of course the patient must be castrated at an earlier date. Then the very useless remaining ball sac and equally purposeless penis are used to form the lovely pudenda of our new girl. There! It fits nicely, doesn’t it my angel?”
    “Yes, love. It does. Oh yes, my darling Gloria it fits very well,” I said. Throughout her lengthy and thorough description of the dilator’s usage and the SRS surgery I’d had to look away from her, my eyes lowered and my head down upon the bed. I was very near swooning from the mocking tone she was using as to my helplessness to her ministrations and demands upon me.
    I knew that the further along this avenue I went, the more difficult it would be to turn back, but I depended solely on her promise to me of being allowed to stay in possession of my “Precious Jewels.” I now realized that Vivian was here to stay in spite of any meek and weak protestations I might have.

Chapter IV: The Show Must Go On

    With Gloria’s new afternoon show ready for filming with an audience in about a month, we began to commute to the city around four times a week. Petra Givens, the producer had apparently been filled in on my impending transition to Vivian. She was responsible for informing any of the staff that might need to know.
    The staff being 75% female made my adjustment easier. At first I wore ladies slacks with flared legs and a matching jacket along with camisole top. My makeup was soft, my heels would be kitten-style and my hair straight, lank and never too curly or dressy.
    My French-tipped nails being my only concession to ultra-femininity. That, along with my now growing bust and hips. After a time I went to skirts with a top and jacket and lastly, very flirty dresses. Along with the dresses I added taller heels, even four-inch spikes if Gloria and I were dining out after the show.
    Finally, I became bold enough to wear my hair up in French-Twists, curled updos or teased bouffants. My makeup accelerated along with my tresses. At times I applied my cosmetics heavy enough that I would be able to go on the set during filming if need be.
    The first daily afternoon show, on a Wednesday, would feature Marissa Harder, the actress Gloria co-starred with the in the Police Women movie. The film was about to be released and they would be showing preview scenes throughout the show. I was very excited. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Marissa’s face when I got to do her hair prior to the show.
    When she didn’t act all that surprised, though she greeted me warmly with a hug and a girlish kiss, I had to say something.
    “Marissa, I thought you’d scream? You mean you recognized me?” I gasped.
    “Yes, doll. You don’t think Glow hasn’t been sending me photos of you all along? I mean the trips to the salon? Really, darling? Then your first bra fitting for a full “A” cup. Visits to the GYN. Buying you new flirty dresses. Why, even your first perm?” Marissa laughed.
    “Honey I’ve been watching you grow into Vivian ever since we shot the movie,” she smiled.
    “That’s so cool Marissa,” I beamed.
    The show was great and the audience loved it. Especially all the preview scenes from the movie as well as the camaraderie between Marissa and Gloria, which was rare with Gloria and any guest. Just before the end of the show, Marissa mentioned me, in a round about way.
    “Well I saw your new girl backstage when she did my hair and makeup? She looks great. I knew something was going on back in Charleston when we shot the movie and first I saw her around, Glow,” Marissa said.
    “Oh, you did, did you?” Gloria teased.
    “Yes. So, when are you going to introduce her to everyone?” Marissa asked as I flinched.
    “Well, not so soon Marissa. I was considering one month from now. I’m going to have on an SRS and breast implant surgeon name Etta Baker. Plus a couple of Vegas show girls she’s done work on. One is a post-op and one is a pre-op. How about that?” Gloria asked as the audience cheered loudly.
    “So you’ll introduce her then? I’ll have to watch that myself,” Marissa said.
   “Yes, I’ll have Viv on then and why watch it, when you can be here? Why not come back in a month?” Gloria asked as the audience again applauded wildly.
   “I’d love to do that, Glow,” Marissa said to yet more audience applause.
   “All right then, we’ll have Doctor Baker, along with two show girls she’s done transgender surgery on, as well as actress Marissa Harder and the new Lady Love of my life,” smiled Gloria as the show closed to wild cheering. Back stage, I was a tad apprehensive. I waited until things were quieted down. Then I confronted Gloria as much as I could.
    “Gloria? I’m going to be on the show as Vivian?” I asked.
    “Well of course. I don’t think you could pass as even Miss William any longer, let alone William,” Gloria said.
    “How much will people know?” I asked.
    “Considering Etta Baker and a couple of Transgender Vegas Show Girls will be on, we might as well tell all, don’t you think, Viv?” Gloria asked.
    “I guess? I mean, I wasn’t ready for that, but in month? If you think it’s best? Okay,” I said, trepidatiously.
    “Yes, and I do think it’s best and you will also. I mean you have a mother and sister. Don’t you think they should know?” Gloria asked.
    “I’m not ready to tell them, yet, Gloria,” I said.
    “Well, maybe they’ll be watching my show or hear about it from friends or on the Entertainment news?” Gloria shrugged.
    The day of the show I was understandably apprehensive. I was determined to not take a Valium until just prior to going on. Gloria had special people hired from a top-flight Manhattan Modiste to dress me. She had Monica come down from Aura Salon. Monica traveled with a team for my hair, makeup, nails and jewelry.
    We had done a number of rehearsals, as to me coming on stage and had a basic script we might not be able to stick to, with respect to audience and guests reactions. I was actually being dressed, coiffed, made-up and jeweled when Etta Baker, the SRS/Implant surgeon came on.
    She was followed by two of the absolutely most stunning, well-groomed T-Girls I had ever laid eyes on.Their names were Anna-Belinda and Melanie. If either had told me they were Capitol Hill escorts that serviced US Senators and Foreign Ambassadors I would not have batted an eye.
    When Gloria had announced they were Vegas Show Girls I expected two really overdone, big-breasted, big-haired, heavily made-up, Ru Paul types. Not even close.
    Both were as fashionably dressed, chicly coiffured, and flawlessly made-over as a couple of New England Finishing School Graduates. It was remarkable. Their hair, nails and skin were picture-perfect. Their waists were svelte, their busts just right, their hips were faultless. They were indeed the ultimate.
    In fact, if anything, I now felt overdone from the way Gloria had me glammed up. But then again, that was what Gloria did. She liked making a big splash. Evidently, tonight, I was going to be that splash. I had no idea what she had planned. I do know I was proud to be on stage with this entire group of ladies.
    When Marissa came on I checked myself in a full-length mirror. Gloria had given me the use of her dressing room. She and Marissa had used a room reserved for guest stars. Gloria had the Modiste cinch my waist in, to what seemed to me, to be a nearly severed proportion.
    Then I’d been fitted with my usual panty brief and uplift brassiere for my now, A-Cup tits. I had on sheer hose. Then I was fitted into an Empire-waist, Mermaid, Fishtail gown that fit me like a second skin. I would be made to walk with an exaggerated wiggle and with the tiniest of childlike steps. 
    Perched on four-inch stilettos, with my hair in a teased Page-boy, I looked the part of a glamour queen. However I was Gloria’s Glamour queen, which was all that mattered. The finishing touches were my perfect makeup, very red lipstick, dangling jeweled earrings and diamond bracelets.
    As Marissa was wrapping up, Gloria said, “When we’re back from commercial, my new partner in life. I promise.”
    Gloria introduced me slowly. “Well, my partner, Vivian, and I have known each other since she became my personal hairdresser and secretary on the show. She wasn’t always a girl named Vivian. She was actually a male named William. William Chambers, to be exact. Here. Could we put up a ‘before’ pic of Vivian. See?” Gloria asked as a buzz of chatter went thru the crowd.
    “I don’t know about anyone else, but I can see the possibilities. The long thick hair, the slim waist, and with the slacks on you really can’t see it, but she had great legs, even then,” Gloria said to loud laughter.
    “When we went to Charleston I took William along, but it was then that we began to experiment with Vivian and I’m pretty sure we both liked it. I know I began to fall in love with Vivian,” Gloria smiled.
    “Well I won’t dare delay her debut any longer. The female I am in love with, ladies and gentleman, Miss Vivian Chambers!” Gloria exclaimed as she stood up and directed the crowd to me, coming out to her left.
    I walked as precisely as I possibly could. All those hours of charm practice were paying off. I’d forgotten to take the Valium, but it was now too late. I smiled as prettily as a beauty pageant contestant. Even though my eyes were locked on Gloria I could see the smiles on the faces of Marissa, Anna-Belinda, Melanie and Doctor Baker.
   The applause was scary and thunderous. When I did come into full view I heard excited gasps and screams from the audience. I knew those were the result of Gloria seeing to it that I had been made to be stunningly beautiful. When I reached Gloria we hugged. As she kissed me she said, “You’re just stunning tonight girl. They love you.”
    I wanted to cry but I was too, too scared. I sat down very ladylike in the seat that Marissa had just vacated, smoothing my skirt like a Southern Belle. Marissa leaned over, grabbed my arm and said, in her husky voice, “You look just incredible, Viv. This audience adores you.”
    When the crowd quieted down, Gloria, who was still standing said, “I think they like you honey. Isn’t she simply just glamorous?”
    The crowd began to applaud again. Gloria motioned for me to stand. I couldn’t think of what else to do and I curtsied before I sat down a second time, which the audience seemed to truly enjoy.
    Finally, the crowd quieted and Gloria sat. She looked at me and asked, “Wouldn’t you love to do this every day?”
    “Actually I did enjoy, not having to do anyone’s hair this afternoon, as well as having my own professionally done by Monica from Aura Salon and Spa in Chappaqua, New York. They’re our neighbors and you have to visit Monica and her girls, there,” I announced giving them a plug.
    “We might have to do something about that then. I mean having you doing my hair all of the time,” Gloria said.
    “Oh but I love doing your hair darling,” I smiled, to laughter.
    “In any event, I have a surprise for everyone,” Gloria added, standing up and coming over to me and getting down on one knee. She opened a small box and I saw the most beautiful diamond ever!
    “Vivian Chambers my love. Would you marry me and become my wife?” Gloria asked.
    I truly had been feeling, more and more like a female, every day. But until I screamed at the sight of that diamond and the sound of Gloria’s proposal, I don’t think I knew what it was to be feminine. I let out the shriek of a Harpy. My hands flailed wildly and I felt as if I could pee my pants, I was so girly and excited.
    Gloria looked up at me and thru the noise of the excited audience practically shouted, “Does that mean yes, Vivian?”
    “Yes, oh yes. Yes I’ll marry you Gloria!” I exclaimed, happily.
    When the crowd did finally quiet again, I showed everyone the diamond which Gloria had given me. The show went back to normal. I said very little other than to complement the two T-Girls on their stunning looks. Finally, Gloria who wasn’t done yet, had one more surprise.
    “You know, everyone, as much as I like the intimacy of Vivian doing my hair, I really can’t have my wife working as my hairdresser on my show. So, after the honeymoon, I want Viv to come back to the show to train as my co-host. Would everyone enjoy that?” Gloria asked.
    The screaming and applause showed what a genius this woman was. She didn’t just have them eating out of her hand, it was as if her fans would do anything for her.
    Neither my mother or sister were watching. My sister, Elaine, did read this following blip in the entertainment section of an Upstate New York Newspaper, shortly after, however.
    “Daytime talk-show queen, Gloria Donte, has announced her engagement to her Transgendered girlfriend and partner, Vivian Chambers. Vivian a pre-op transexual was once Gloria’s hairdresser and secretary, William Chambers. The date and location of the Nuptials have yet to be announced.”
    My cell phone rang at the show during the first guest spot, a day or two later. It was my sister, Elaine. “Hello Elaine. How are you? It’s been much too long since we’ve talked,” I said in my very, very best, dulcet, Vivian voice.
    “I’ll say it has. And I guess I’m talking to my new sister, Vivian, and not my brother William at this point? When were you going to tell mother and I, Vivian? It’s so hard to call you that, you know? But I know it’s your real name, now,” Elaine added.
    “Well, thank you Elaine, for being so understanding. I know it mustn’t be easy. I’m not certain when I was going to tell you, but this is best, I think. I will however invite you both to the wedding, whenever and wherever it is held,” I added.
    “Well thank you Vivian. Mother wants you to call her, when you are ready,” Elaine added.
    “I will. In fact, I’ll call her tonight. I want you both to come down to Chappaqua to visit us. As the Mother and Sister of the bride, Gloria and I want to have you outfitted and coiffed at the best shops here. Plus, we want to wine and dine you,” I said.
    “She’s really rich isn’t she Vivian? And she loves you. I saw a tape of her proposing to you on National TV. I could tell by the way she looked at you she was madly in love with you. You’re so very lucky. I’m thrilled for you,” Elaine added.
    “And by the way. Don’t screw this up. You know, in the past, you had a penchant for being selfish and spoiled and ruining relationships, don’t you?” Elaine asked.
    “Well yes. Yes, I know. But this is different. Gloria is different. I have changed, also,” I added.
    That evening I called my mother, who was named Allison, and I was very surprised at how well she was taking everything. “Mother, I’m surprised you seem so comfortable with all this,” I spoke.
    “At first, when Elaine told me everything and showed me pictures and the tape of the show, I was a little bit, out of sorts. But then, I thought about it and well, you always were a bit of a sissy when you lived with us and even after you went off to College,” she said.
    “What? I was ?” I asked surprised.
    “Oh please Vivian? After all, you’ve finally crossed over into girlhood, you know? I mean there really is no reason for you to be in denial any longer. Of course you were a sissy. You were always very, very fussy about your long hair and having it fixed just so. You’d insist on having it done at the beauty school or a salon. You never went to a barber,” she said.
    “Well of course I would. I was a student at a beauty school, mother,” I protested.
    “Seriously Vivian? Do you recall how those girls would fix your hair, then? They’d often do it up in a roller set and you’d return home wearing sprayed curls or a teased flip. That’s not something a normal boy would allow. Only a sissy would permit something like that to happen,” my mother intoned.
    “Even mildly aggressive girls could control you. That’s why all of your relationships failed. You always dated girls that were meek and submissive like yourself. Then you would end up becoming prissy and getting in a snit. The relationship would end. Incidentally, being prissy and getting into a snit are very overtly feminine characteristics,” my mother added.
    “I hadn’t thought about those things mother,” I whispered meekly.
    “Well I did and that’s why I am thrilled an aggressive, assertive, very strong-willed female took hold of you and steered you in the right direction. Gloria will be the perfect husband for you and I’m certain you will be a very well-behaved wife,” mother added.
    “Gloria cannot wait to meet you and Elaine mother. Here is her private cell-phone number. I gave her your’s as well as Elaine’s. She wants to hear from both of you. We’re only three hours apart. Let’s get together long before the wedding,” I pleaded.
    Mother did contact Gloria and before I knew it, we were all getting together regularly every weekend or every other weekend at the Chappaqua mansion where Gloria and I lived. By then, my name was legally Vivian Giselle Chambers, and I was listed on my drivers license as a Transgendered Female.
    The wedding date was also set for the first day of summer, when the show was going into summer reruns. The nuptials would take place at Marissa Harder’s palatial home in the Hampton’s. There, I was to become Mrs. Vivian Giselle Donte. We would honeymoon in Malaga, Spain, along the Costa Del Sol, at a villa owned by a French actress, named Monique Lavaliere.
    When the four of us, Mother, Elaine, Gloria and I went to look at wedding attire it was decided to pick out my gown first. Gloria had already decided to wear something smart, stately and mannish, possibly a tux. Mother was going to be in a designer dress and give me away. Eliane, my sister was to be my Maid-of-honor and Marissa and Gloria’s producer, Petra Givens were to be bridesmaids.
    “Gloria, I loved the style of gown you had her in the night you proposed. I adored the look of the snugly fitting mermaid/fishtail along with the Empire waist. Just so restrictive, confining and disciplining. Don’t you agree?” mother asked, her eyes lighting up.
    “You know, Allison, you’re a woman after my own heart. I feel the same way. The gown makes a statement about the marriage. To see your bride, your future wife, slithering delicately up the aisle so captive, bound and modest in her dress, makes everyone realize she’s your property for life, doesn’t it?” winked Gloria.
    I knew my vote, for a cute, flirty, Dior midi-gown was falling on deaf ears. As I did traipse down the aisle that day I had no idea what awaited me along the Costa Del Sol and beyond.
    The Wedding ceremony was quite early, 10 AM and by 2 PM that afternoon I was out of my gown and we were ready to make our getaway to Spain. As the rice throwing revelers made their way back to the reception, Gloria and I were whisked away to Kennedy Airport by a limousine.
    We then boarded a private jet provided by Monique Lavaliere, for the long flight to the airport in Malaga. With a stop for fuel and the time changes we didn’t arrive at Monique’s Spanish Villa until noon the following day.
    We were exhausted even though we’d slept along the flight. We were greeted effusively by Monique and led to our separate rooms by Monique’s maids. After bathing, changing and having a late lunch we both went down for a nap. I didn’t awaken until around 10 PM. I had found a boudoir light and turned it on.
    “Would Miss Vivian like to join the two Mesdames on the south veranda for a nightcap?” Denise, one of Monique’s maids asked, startling me.
    “Oh goodness. Yes, that would be very nice. Let me freshen up,” I said before being led through a maze of corridors to join Gloria and Monique.
    When I arrived, a third, very gorgeous, young female was there. She was laying languidly in Monique’s arms as Monique fed her a drink from a large, frosted glass.
    “Here is our Sleeping Beauty. You are so correct, Gloria, she is stunning,” agreed Monique.
    “Yes, and like you Francoise, so charming. Vivian, thank our guest for her compliments,” Gloria said.
    “Oh, Ms. Lavallière, I’m so humbled a grand lady such as you finds me attractive,” I simpered, giving a curtsey.
    “Charming indeed. And such a subservient curtsey. She’s been tutored well, Gloria,” Monique Lavalliere added.
    “Francoise, your manners my child. Introduce yourself. Vivian this is my bride and lover, Francoise. She is a rude, petulant, imp that slurps on my beverage while her guest goes thirsty,” Monique sniped.
    “I apologize my Madame. Hello Vivian, I am Francoise. May I get you a beverage? Come with me please?” Francoise smiled as she took my hand and escorted me to the bar.
    “I don’t know how long they plan on being up. Why don’t I make you a double of whatever you’d enjoy, though?” Francoise suggested with a wink.
    “Would a Mimosa be any trouble?” I asked.
    “Not at all. I’ll just double the Champagne for you,” smiled Francoise.
    Sipping the drink really took the edge off of the day. The wedding, the flight, everything just seemed to melt away. When Gloria put her arm around me to tell me she was taking me to bed I felt like I could walk on air.
    Gloria smiled and then told both Monique and Francoise, “I must fulfill the nuptial requirements.”
    Francoise blushed and Monique chortled. I couldn’t imagine what “requirements” Gloria and I had yet to fulfill in all the lovemaking we’d took part in? I was soon to find out.
    Gloria had me remove my rectal plug as she always did. She loved using her fingers or a vibrator on my anus. She slowly and gently allowed me to evaporate into her supple arms. She then squeezed and nibbled my breasts. I cooed like a little bird.
    The champagne had gone to my head more than usual. As my body became one with her’s, her lubed fingers went into my rectal cavity. My back arched and I hissed sexily, pushing back against her fingers to enjoy the feeling even more. I growled prettily and licked her face. She gave a guttural laugh and flipped me onto my back.
    In the vague, flickering candlelight of the room I watched her rise and go to the bedside table. As my eyes focused I could see that she held a large penis shaped object which she inserted into her puss. The other elongated end stuck out. I gulped and spoke up.
    “What do you have Gloria?” I asked.
    “You’ve never seen one of these, have you my little virgin? It’s a double ended dildo. One end is for my pussy and the other is for your sissy-ass-pussy. Tonight, I will officially consummate our nuptials. You will become my wife in body, soul and mind. I will make you the woman you never dreamed you could be, my pet,” she added as she swooped down to the bed.
    “But, but, it’s so very large!” I protested.
    “This little thing? No it isn’t. Well, now, maybe it is compared to what you have between your legs? But what you have is hardly the size of a real man’s penis. Of course that is because you never were a real male. Compared to the rod of a real male this rubber penis doesn’t compare,” Gloria explained.
    “But don’t let that concern you. If you had ever been a real male or had a penis such as one, I could have never fallen in love with you Vivian. No, I fell in love with you as I knew you could easily be feminized, manipulated and molded to my exacting standards,” Gloria purred.
    She had me lift my legs so she could again lube my rectum. Then with a pillow under the small of my back she entered me Missionary style, like a husband enters a wife. I groaned and then gasped as the dildo went deeper inside of me. She pushed in and told me to push back.
    With a grunt, a sigh and a gasp I pushed and the other end of rubber penis entered me fully. Then she set up a rhythm she expected me to follow. I did so under her aggressive encouragement. At long last Gloria ordered me to wrap my legs around her waist. At that point the dildo felt as if it slipped yet further up into me where it was actually engaging with my prostate.
    The quiver that went thru me at that juncture was just so chilling. I gasped and accelerated the rhythm Gloria had set up. I could see her leering smile of approval. I pumped my rectum eagerly against her faux-organ. My butt muscles clenched eagerly around my invader as my legs squeezed tightly around Gloria’s svelte waist. Tears streamed freely from my eyes and sweat dripped from my body.
    I could see and feel that Gloria was very excited and that my passions were rising to equal her’s. Never had she taken me in such a manner. She was correct. I fully felt that I knew what is was to truly be her wife and her bride.
    “You know you belong to be now, don’t you slut? I own you girl. I possess you, mind, body and spirit forever. I am your Husband, your Master and your owner. You are my whore, my chattel and my vassal,” Gloria spat.
    “Oh yes Gloria, I know. I want you to own me Gloria. I am worthless without you. I am nothing without the fire of your love. Consume me Gloria. Make me part of you? I beg you Gloria, make me all yours!” I gushed loudly as the echos of my screams of surrender to her, permeated through the resonating walls of the Villa.
    As Gloria reached her shuddering climax my penis pulsed and spurted sticky cream up my flat belly. The explosion sent sperm to the tips of my breast nipples. For me it was quite nearly an out of body experience. A dreamy air took me over and I felt like I’d been lifted to the ceiling.
    Then I’d floated back down to the bed. I could hear Gloria’s heavy breathing along with my girlish little gasps. She was cleaning me with a soft towel and a warm, wet cloth. She tilted my head towards her as she lifted a goblet to my lips. I daintily sipped the thick, creamy sweet nectar she offered me.
    “No, don’t sip like a prissy girl. Drink. That’s it. Take another nice gulp angel,” Gloria demanded.
    Was I dreaming? Then I heard the sound of other voices.
    “Is she quite ready Madame?” I heard a sweet, feminine, French-accented voice ask.
    “Yes, Denise. Please, prepare her and bring her to us in the Ritual chamber just beyond the grotto. She must be bound and gagged,” Gloria said as she released me.
    “What?” I asked myself.
    I couldn’t even struggle as I was washed and dressed. My body seemed listless and useless to resist. I lost track of time and space. I felt that I’d been bathed in a hot tub. It was like I’d been propped up as my hair and face had been prettied. Then I’d been dressed in something loose and voluminous. When I finally did come partially to my senses, I was standing in front of a mirror.
    I was dressed in a flowing white robe, and tall heels. My hands were tied behind my back and my mouth was taped shut. My cheeks were heavily rouged and my eyes painted with dark kohl. I was dripping in perfume and my hair was dressed in spirally curls. A top my head was a crown of pink rosettes.
    Denise and two other maids were standing around me. I could feel as they propelled my from the room that my genitalia was not constricted at all. Other than the ridiculously high heels and the robe, I was naked. We walked down dimly lit corridors.
    Then I was directed outside into a courtyard. From the courtyard we entered thru a large wooden door into a large room. The room was lighted with candles and gas lamps. There was the overpowering scent of burning incense. Upon an elevated area like an altar sat Madame Lavalliere and Gloria.
    Seated between them was a lady in colorful robes. I was taken to them and made to kneel. I was assuredly frightened at this bizarre set of circumstances. Gloria smiled coldly. I then saw Francoise standing timidly behind Madame Lavalliere.
    The lady sitting between Madame Lavalliere and Gloria stood. Monique Lavalliere said, “Do as the High Priestess Nicole says, girls.”
    “You may remove her gag. Francoise, she needs lipstick. Paint her lips,” the High Priestess ordered.
    Francoise pursed her own lips as she knelt to paint mine. She first held her finger to her nose to warn me to remain silent. She wore a loose white robe as I did. She looked so beautiful as she moved the lipstick carefully around my puckered mouth.
    “You have been brought here to us, Vivian Giselle, for a test. Just a small test as to your love and obedience to the whims of your husband and master Gloria. You will of course be tested throughout your marriage, but we find this particular task to be daunting enough, that it can be very telling,” the Priestess explained.
   Gloria stood and told the maids, “One of you release her from her bindings.”
    Denise and one of the other girls fumbled to untie me. I massaged my wrists as I stared meekly at Gloria. Gloria smiled as she lorded her magnificence over me. She pointed to my right at the lovely Francoise.
    “Though, you have sworn sexual fidelity to me, Vivian. At my whim I may release you to have sex with anyone of my choosing. In this case, I’ve decided to have you perform oral sex upon the elegant French slut, Francoise. Francoise, you lovely whore, please prepare yourself to be licked?” said Gloria.
    Francoise walked closer to my kneeling, subjugated form. She untied her elaborate upswept hair and shook it loose very sexily. Then she lowered her virginal white robe to expose an unpretentious, but plump and pointy, set, of jiggling, youthful breasts. I beheld her elegance with my wide-opened eyes.
    Lastly she further lowered and then dropped her robe to her ankles, to stepped out of it. Revealing at long last, her stub of a swollen, erect, modest penis! Like me, Francoise had an unassuming cock and I was now expected to suck it.
    “Let me warn you now, Vivian, that recalcitrant cocksuckers suffer at the hands of our Sisterhood. The least of the consequences is being branded by hot iron with our Black Rose instead of the usual tattooing by needle,” Monique stated.
    “The worst you would incur, would to be sold at a slave auction, thru me, in Paris or Madrid. We don’t care who buys you, just as long as they are the highest bidder. Male or female, Asian, Arabic or European, it isn’t our concern. Money to enrich the Sisterhood as well our causes, is our only objective,” the High Priestess Nicole laughed.
    “Come now my sweet pet. My cock isn’t so large. Suck me and let me fill your pretty mouth with my tangy juices,” cooed the sumptuous Francoise, her lithe frame wriggling as she danced towards me atop tall, stiletto heels.
    She took hold of my head, her slender fingers intertwined with my sprayed, spiral curls and pulled my face towards her groin. As her cock entered my mouth she bent over to me and whispered, “Suck me, you stupid bitch. Suck me as if your very existence depended on it, because it does,” she hissed.
    “Do you really want a red hot iron on the cheek of your ass? Or how about being sold into some Sheik’s harem for certain castration? Do you want to spend the remainder of your days curling the hair and painting the toes of an Arab Prince’s multiple wives, with an empty ball sac hanging below your purposeless little cock?” Francoise asked.
    “Now that’s a good girl. Oh yes, she is a good, little dick-licker. Very nice Vivian. Yum. You and I will make sweet music all week if they let us,” sang Francoise as she shimmied her butt and snapped her fingers.
    I was sucking her cock and licking her balls as if I’d been doing it my entire adult life. Her penis went in and out of my mouth as it grew to its full proportion. I could now taste the saltiness of the small amount of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip of her cock-head.
    “Oh, these shameless sissies. I love this. They’re already falling deeply in love. There is nothing like summer in Spain and sissy to sissy love, in full-bloom ladies,” Monique Lavallière laughed.
    “Sometimes I think I need to find a boyfriend for Francoise, she’s grown so fond of having a penis in her mouth. Any penis, even a rubber one,” Monique Lavalliere laughed even louder.
    “We’ll need to let them play over the next two weeks, while the three of us have some womanly fun,” added Gloria, speaking to Monique and the High Priestess, Nicole.
    The idea seemed to excite Francoise as her cock expanded dramatically and gushed forth semen into my mouth. “Swallow it all, don’t spill a drop, my love,” Francoise warned as I gobbled every last speck of her discharge.
    She was so spent, she fell to her knees and kissed my strongly on my mouth, encircling my tongue with her’s. She had to be tasting her own spent cum and she didn’t seem to care a bit. She hugged me tightly to her and indeed, it felt wonderful as long as Gloria approved, of course.
    Shortly, Francoise pulled away from me and as she did she pecked my lips and said, “Thank you Vivian. That was very special.”
    My “Test” was over for now. Gloria walked over to me and pulled me to my feet. She slapped me on my ass and said, “Go to your room. Rinse your mouth and bathe. Lay on your bed. A tattoo artist from Malaga will be up to put our mark upon you. Behave for her,” Gloria warned as I minced off obediently.
 
Aftermath
    The warm summer sun of Chappaqua, was just evidencing itself in the morning. Tia and I were assisting with the loading of the luggage into the Limo. Tia, was Marissa Harder’s new, Arabic bride. She was a slender, willowy girl, and like me, adored her new husband.
    She and Marissa had just been married at the Chappaqua estate. They would be joining Gloria and I at Monique Lavalliere’s Spanish Villa. It would be their honeymoon and our first anniversary. Of course, Tia, a sissy-girl like me, had no idea what awaited her on the distant shores of the Costa Del Sol.
   “Don’t you dare as much as imply anything to her, Vivian,” Gloria had warned, squeezing my wrist tightly.
    “Oh no Madame. I would never tell her a thing,” I begged.
    Marriage to a T-Girl had become very fashionable with males and females alike within the entertainment set. Primarily with females though.
    Marissa had explained it when she did another spot on the show just before her and Tia’s wedding.
    “First off, I’m not marrying some guy who’s going to knock me up and turn me into some fat cow, every year in, and every year out. And then a real girl, might actually want one of us to have a baby and you’ve got the entire fat cow thing going on, all over again. With a T-girl sissy, I’m calling the shots, and that’s that,” Marissa said, to applause and laughter.
    One actor said, “They don’t want a career, they really don’t want anything except to look glamorous. They love being homemakers and trophies, and they love waiting on me. What’s not to like?”
    As the private Lear Jet that Monique had sent for us took the approach into Malaga, I checked the time on my cell-phone. It was 6 AM, Malaga time. The limo ride to the Malaga villa was brief and we were soon in our rooms being bathed, dressed and fed.
    We all agreed to nap until lunch at 2 PM. The afternoon went lazily. At a late 7 PM supper, Marissa took hold of Tia shortly after coffee and Brandy was served.
    “My bride and I will be consummating our Nuptials, ladies. We’ll see you in the daylight. Come along pet,” Marissa added.
    As we sipped Brandy, Denise, the head maid minced into the room.
    “Madame Lavallière. High Priestess Diana has arrived from Seville, to conduct the ceremonies,” nodded Denise.
    “Show her in, Denise,” Monique said.
    “Yes, ma’am. Madame, she is accompanied by her concubine,” Denise added.
    “Then I’ll have Francoise assist the concubine with their luggage,” ordered Monique.
    “Diana how wonderful to see you. We thought we’d give the happy couple a few hours to have sex. Is Midnight too late?” Monique asked.
    “It is never too late for a true Commitment ceremony. As for Midnight, we Sisters love the Witching hour, do we not?” Who have you chosen to be fellated?” Diana asked
    “Without being aware, my Vivian has drawn the short straw,” smiled Gloria to my surprise.
    “Could your maid assist me with freshening and changing into my robes? And where did my slut, Clarice get off to?” Diana asked.
    “She and my slut, Francoise, took the luggage to your room. I’d like to keep them occupied by having them play together in Francoise’s boudoir. Denise see to the High Priestess,” Monique ordered.
    “Yes, Madame,” Denise said.
    “I’ll instruct our two little whores to go screw each other for a few hours in Francoise’s chambers. I’m sure they won’t mind,” added Diana.
    “Melanie, take Vivian to her boudoir and have her prepped for a fellatio ritual in the ceremonial room behind the Grotto to the Goddess Hera. We want to begin as the clock strikes midnight,” commanded Monique.
    So indeed I was ready for the part I would play in the grand “test” that Tia would be given to cement her commitment to Marissa. My hair had been set and done up into a curled bouffant upsweep. My nails were long, talon-like and blood red. My lipstick was, striking crimson.
    I wore only a long, white, frilled shift with stiletto heels. I stood to Gloria’s left. She and Monique were seated on either side of Priestess Diana. Around 1130 PM, Marissa came into the room smiling.
    “Whew, that draught I gave her put her in La La land,” Marissa laughed.
    The ladies chatted as if nothing were about to happen. Just prior to the stroke of midnight a frightened, shaking Tia, bound and gagged was led into the candlelit room and made to kneel before the Priestess. When her gag was removed I was ordered to fix her lipstick. When at long last Tia was told she would have to suck my cock to prove her loyalty to Marissa, I know she was still shaken.
    I thought she had always known I was like her, a girl with a dick? We’d never kissed intimately or anything close. However for me to be standing naked in front of her, my cock nearly, fully erect, and bouncing menacingly before her face? Well, the tone of things really had changed.
    It was one thing, to have once been a slender, quiet, Arab boy, who had become the subservient Lesbian girlfriend of a rich Hollywood actress. But for someone with the cultural mores of the Middle East, taking the penis of a boy-in-a-dress into your mouth is something entirely different.
    I placed my hands on top of her Sepia tresses and wound my slim fingers into her chin-length bob. I bent over as my penis touched her lips. I whispered softly to her as I pushed gently against her teeth.
    “Open up honey. They aren’t kidding, doll. You see that tattoo on my ass? If I hadn’t sucked a cock that would have been burned in with a branding iron. And that isn’t all they’ll do to you baby,” I spat.
    Just then, the ladies of Cassandra started in with their veiled threats. Monique went first.
     “I know, Marissa. We can sell her to that Japanese Madam, who makes all her girls get surgically constructed pussies. She can work as a Geisha whore in one of her tea houses. Those Japanese men love those bosomy Arab bitches,” laughed Monique, heartily.
    “Honey, it isn’t just the Japanese. I know a nice young Jewish couple on Long Island that has the prettiest little Sissy Arabic Housekeeper. When the Husband is home he screws the little wench, silly. When the wife gets home she beats the little bitches’ ass,” laughed Marissa.
    Just then, a weeping Tia wrapped her lips around my cock and I began to roll my hips sexily. I encouraged her to fondle me with her hands and lick my ball sac. She did wonderfully. When at long last, I exploded into her mouth, I could only think of what was to come whenever we got together again in Chappaqua or the Hamptons.

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