A "What If" and the Last Part of the Current Serial.

What if?  You and your wife are always short of money - so she decides to go out and work for a living.  Starts her own business - and is immediately successful.  She makes so much money that you find that you can retire to your home and take life easy.  She doesn't have a problem with this at first - but you become a real slob so she hires a young lady to run the house.  This lady gets tries nicely to get you to behave but gets disgusted with your behavior and starts to lean on you for assistance in doing housework - but you are still too lazy.  One day, in a fit of temper she spanks you.

That night she offers her resignation to your wife and explains what had happened.  Your wife simply shrugs.  "I don't have a problem with that."  She turns to you.  "Do you?"

Oh.  The library of what books I now have for sale at Smashwords is better than anything I can do - the only problem is that I can't find a way to let readers of this blog access the bloody thing.  Once I do, I'll put some sort of discount on it, strictly for the readers of this page.  Bear with me, I'm a total idiot when it comes to technical BS and it seems to be difficult to have their customer support answer any questions.  But now?  Here's the last part of the current serial.

Taken Over

Part 6

My dreamlike fantasy was quietly shattered. "Girls?" Susan's soft voice came from nowhere. "A kiss – a nice romantic kiss?  On the lips?  Might be appreciated, don't you think?"

My eyes felt heavy and I looked at Alice.  She looked different too, but her lips pouted invitingly and I kissed her.  Then her tongue was probing my mouth.  And then mine was probing hers.

"No No NO!" Susan was meddling.  "Pamela?  You're the girl in this set!  Behave!"

Chastened, I withdrew, and found Alice's tongue back in my mouth again.

"That's it Alice!" Susan said encouragingly.  "Got to teach Pamela to be the receptacle – to be the submissive one in a relationship with another girl  And Pamela?  Arms around her neck now!  Let your new body be a playground for Alice.  There!  That's a girl!"

  

I could feel Susan wordlessly taking a hold of Alice's hands and placing them on various parts of my body – on the outside of my blouse or skirt of course.  "Your breasts feel SO real!" Alice whispered as she openly fondled me.  "and so beautifully soft".  Then,   "I'd never realized what a nice set of buns you have," she giggled, cupping my buttocks in her hands, her fingers probing gently up into my back passage a little.  Then, "Or what lovely soft arms you have,"  and she softly stroked the underside of my biceps with her own soft hands.

I simply floated around the floor my sexuality at an all time high – except I could not get an erection! But as my body undulated up against Alice, all I wanted to do was give  - but  with my arms basically out of action as it were, all I could do was receive  - which I knew was Susan's intention for me.  I started mewling with desire.

"Oh Oh!  Tome for a break girls!  Can't be getting Pamela over excited, can we  Alice?"

Alice grinned.  "Can't be getting HER excited?  You don't care about ME, huh?"

Susan came over and gave her a kiss – right on the lips. "You know I care sweetheart.  But I have to get Pamela trained as quickly as I can – and you're the best one for the job,  Right?  So just bear with me.  Why don't you strip down to your undies."  She turned to me.  "You too Pamela.  Skirt and blouse off please."

She was pleasant enough about it and, though I was embarrassed about undressing down to my lingerie in front of Alice, she seemed to have no qualms about it and was already stripping.

"Glad I had you do this.  See Alice?  See how shy Pamela is at undressing in front of you?"  She then turned to me.  "Men don't like walking about in their undies in front of other men – unless it's sports related.  But girls don't mind.  So that's something You should get used to doing Pamela."

"Oh.  I see," I said and then was standing next to Alice, both of us down to our slips.

She did a classic double take when she saw my front. Then she looked at Susan. "But Susan?  I thought Pamela was a guy – I mean – she's a girl!"

The reason for her confusion was obvious.  Our slips were fairly tight across our tummies and all I showed at the groin area was a small delicate mound – almost identical to Alice's.  Not the slightest trace of masculinity at all!

"Pamela won't mind if you put your hand on her womanliness, will you Pamela?" Susan said. "But gently Alice!"

"Don't listen to her Pamela,"  Alice said seriously.  "If you don't want me to touch you there, I won't."

"Oh, It's all right Alice," I said shyly.  "I don't think I can feel anything down there anyway."

She looked at me askance, but keeping her fingers strait, made a sort of cup with her hand, then laid it gently on my mound.  "My goodness!" she said.  "It's like there's just material there!  Lovely and soft though."  Then she took her hand away.  Gave me a quick kiss.  It does feel nice Pamela.  Honest!"

Susan clapped her hands. "Glad we got that settled. Okay Pamela - the next thing you have to learn is makeup.  I want you and Alice to spend the next hour together, with her showing you how to do it – and some of the tips and secrets she knows.  I'll pop in and see how you're doing every so often, but I'll try not to get in the way.  Bye!"  She didn't wait for a response, just gave us a tiny wave and was gone.  By the sounds I heard emanating from the kitchen later, I figured she was making dinner.

Alice was an excellent teacher.  Knew what she was talking about and had a wealth of experience  ("I was playing with my mom's makeup when I was SIX" she informed me proudly) behind her.  It wasn't just the application of the cosmetics she showed me – it was the technique, the attitude, if you will. By the end of our allotted time, I was applying makeup to my face as if I'd been doing it all my life.

"All right you two!" Susan said, coming back into the room after our time was up.  "Show and tell time!  Let's see what you've taught Pamela, Alice."

"She's been a very apt pupil Susan," Alice said.  "Okay Pamela.  Why don't you cream off what makeup you have on right now, then make up completely like I showed you?"

"I have a better idea Alice,"  Susan said.  "Could you squeeze in beside Pamela on that bench in front of the mirror?"

"Don't see why not," Alice asked.  "But why?"

"Want to see both my girls prettifying themselves for me.  What else?" Susan said with a laugh.

Again, I could feel the sexual tension build within me.  There we were, Alice and I, sitting side by side, our soft, womanly arms touching slightly – our satin slips sliding against each other at the hip – and the scents of the creams as we cleaned off our faces – and then the more seductive scent and feels of the cosmetics we applied, smiling at each other in the mirror as we gradually transformed ourselves into a pair of attractive young women.  But I could do nothing about it.  Knew that any sexual release I was going to get was from Miss Susan's permission – that was the only way.

When we finished we winked at each other in the mirror, then pivoted around to face her, our lipsticked mouths open and pouting to show the contrast to our white teeth as we smiled at our mistress seductively.  In return, she pouted her lips just as prettily and asked "Want a kiss, girls?"

"Oh yes, Susan," we chorused.

"Very well then.  Alice?  Take Pamela in your arms and kiss her – seriously!  Tongue.  Fondle her above and below.  A REAL kiss!"

"But?  Our makeup!" we wailed simultaneously.

"Just do as you're told!" she commanded, but her eyes were smiling.

By the time Alice had finished kissing me I was undulating up and down in a fever  - practically begging for release – though still constrained by the 'womanliness' that Susan had forced me to wear.  Though, on thinking about it?  If it had not been for that, I'd have been spurting all over the place a long time before – and far too spent for what was to come.  Don't think Alice was much better.  If that wasn't a lustful leer she was using on me, I don't know what it was.

"Okay girls.  Was that fun?  Time to re-do your faces.  Let me go and get your robes and we can have dinner," Susan said, then added "Just be a minute."

True to her word, she was back a few minutes later – but where I'd been expecting a robe – I wasn't prepared for the flimsy peignoirs she issued to us.  Filmy pink for me.  Light blue for Alice.

"You don't mind me giving you the masculine one, do you Alice," Susan asked.  "I just want Pamela to soak up all the femininity she can.  And while I'm thinking on that, why don't you tie each others ribbons – nice bows now."

Alice just smiled in response then tied my ribbons at the neck into a pretty bow, and I returned the favor.  Then, arms around each other's waists we followed Susan into the dining room, our peignoirs wafting about us in a most delightful fashion.

We had a nice meal – with a few glasses of wine to go along with it.  At Susan's suggestion, Alice and I sat side by side – and I'm afraid there was a lot of touchy-feely going on between us.  For the life of me I have no memory of what we actually ate.  Afterwards, Susan informed us that she was not in the habit of doing any kind of housework while there was a lazy couple of girls available but, not wanting us to take a chance of messing up our pretty clothes, would do all the clearing up this time.  Which left me and Alice on the sofa, necking up a storm and messing up our makeup again.  This time, Susan didn't seem to mind our mussed appearance when she returned.

"Okay Alice.  Think you could do something with Pamela's hair?"

"Put it up in rollers?  Something like that?" Alice responded.

"No.  Don't think so.   It's kinda late and I can see that Pamela's ready for bed.  Just prettify it up a little, eh? Then, maybe she can brush yours for a while.  Sound good?  But first of all, why don't we change into our jammies?"

My nightdress matched my peignoir – a lovely thing.  I noticed something after I took off the clothes I had and put it on.  Up until then, I'd been enjoying what had been happening to me simply because Susan wanted me that way and I got a great deal of satisfaction in submitting to her and doing what she wanted.  But as I felt the silkiness of the nightgown cascade down over my smooth body, it dawned on me that Susan's program for me was working – I was beginning to like the sense of being a woman – the fabrics, the scents, the sheer delight in being pampered – and the delight in seeing a pretty woman emerge from what had been nondescriptly male.  Put my peignoir back on over my gown – and delighted in it.

It was amazing what Alice did to my hair with nothing but a brush, comb, styling  gel, mousse and a curling iron.  If the clothes and makeup had decidedly made me womanish before, there was no question after she had finished.  I think that Susan was even more impressed than I was.  She had changed into a pair of navy blue silk pajamas and a warm maroon robe.  She did NOT look masculine, far from it – but she was the alpha male amongst us – there was no question about that.

Again?  How can a male say that he feels comfortable standing, fully made up and scented, dressed in the ultimate femininity of silken nightdress and  peignoir, while languidly brushing a pretty girl's hair?  While another beautiful woman lounges on a bed besides us and chats?  Chats about many things?  Susan had led me into this feminine world gradually – and truthfully?  I had no objection to what had transpired.  Just stood there, happily brushing Alice's hair with long, sweeping, strokes, while she sighed contentedly.

It may have also been the wine – I certainly don't know.  But I joined the other two, giggling and laughing, as we divested ourselves of our robes and peignoirs and dived into Susan's king-size bed.  She in the middle and Alice and I flanking her.  It wasn't too long before the fooling around began.

Hey!  Fooling around isn't the most adult term in the world – but how else can you describe three females in one bed (And don't even think I wasn't ONE of them) playing kissy and touchy-poo with each other?  Somebody had switched off most of the lights but there was enough to see the sweat shining on brows – the wet touch of  sweaty palms or fingers – and the ODOR of sex?  The sounds of wet kisses.  The feeling of suckling a breast – and then being suckled?   Heaven!  At one time, I looked up from sucking at one of Susan's breasts and discovered that Alice was sucking on the other.  Saw also that as Susan fondled Alice with one hand – her other was busily pleasuring me.

And then?  Then, somehow, it was just me and Alice.  Susan kneeling above us, guiding us at – and into – each other.  Directing our lips and fingers until both of us were writhing, totally under Susan's command.  So, when we discovered vibrators in our hands, we knew what was wanted of us – though it first I assumed that I was to use it on myself, though soon discovered otherwise.

"See Pamela?  Last time you played with yourself.  This time?  Alice will be the one that gives you the pleasure, while you give her the same.  Now go ahead, both of you.  Don't be shy."

I found out later that Susan had been informed that a male could ejaculate – even if he did not have an erection – by massaging of his prostate.  It did happen, exactly that way. 

From my one experience with the vibrator before, I was more receptive to the gradual invasion of my body as Alice, giggling, gradually inserted it slowly into me while, at the same time, guiding my hand with its vibrator into herself, both of us letting sighs of gladness as we relaxed and felt the soothing – yet exciting - pulses enter deeper and deeper within us. While all the time, kissing and fondling each other and contorting our bodies into shapes that I would never have dreamed possible – all the while, encased in soft cocoons of silk and lace.

When Alice finally climbed on top, then straddled me, I thought I would burst. She was now working the vibrator in and out of me and panting, her brow shining with a gleam of sweat as she moved herself up and down on the wand I held.  Finally, she screamed and sat down hard on the vibrator in my hand shudders rampaging through her body, while ramming her own deep up inside me – and holding it there.  I let out a scream of my own as I imploded – at least, that was what it felt like.

And there was Susan, smiling down on me in the semi-darkness, her hand warm on my womanliness.  "Good girl! " she said.  "Came without an erection, didn't you!"

Dazed, I nodded.

"Did you like it?" Alice gasped, still shuddering.

"Don't know.  It was different," I answered.

"Oh, you'll get used to that!" Susan informed me.  "Now that I know that you can?  I'm going to get you lots more – just wait until you see all the pretty colors!"

Looking up into her shining eyes, I had the feeling that it was not the last time I'd ejaculate into a 'womanliness' device.

Later, Susan showed me how to remove the chiffon front and wash out the sheath that had been used to contain my penis – and collect my ejaculate, something like a condom.  She also showed me how to dry and powder it – then put it back on.  Then Alice and I creamed off our makeup and put on a little scented moisturizer – then brushed each others hair – then slid into bed beside Susan.

I was perfectly aware that the two of them started some caressing and fondling – kissing too – but didn't care, other than being a little jealous.  But sleep overcame me and down into slumberland I went.

It must have been the motion of the bed that awakened me.  Drowsily, I opened my eyes.  Susan was crouched up behind Alice and was riding her hard.  She saw that I was awake and smiled at me.  "Hi Pamela?  You don't mind, do you?  But as you know?  I do prefer girls to sissies.  I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.  And I was just SO worked up seeing you two have such a good time earlier, I couldn't help myself."

"Not  a Sissy!" I grumbled sleepily and stupidly.

"What a mean thing to say!"  Alice gasped still being pushed back and forward.  "Pamela's a girl now!  Aren't you Pammie?  And know what Susan?  I think she's jealous.  Maybe she wants you to do this to her!"

Susan stopped and smiled at me. "If this is what you want dear Pamela?  I'll do it – but not until we're married."

I started to protest at the very idea of allowing a woman to mount me, when what she said impacted.  It woke me up in a hurry.  "Marry me?"  I gasped.  "Oh Susan!  Honestly?"

"Of course.  Now just hold ON a minute.  Then we can talk, okay?"

Silly as it may seem, I sat there anxiously waiting for my wife to be to finish making love to another woman, so that she could assure me that yes, she was going to marry me.  Finally, they both gasped out, their bodies convulsed -  and my waiting was over.

Well, not quite.  I'd heard of dildos, naturally, but when Susan withdrew from Alice, I could only stare – it looked immense!  Susan saw my expression and read it correctly. "Oh dear, Pamela.  Don't look so frightened.  I have other, smaller ones.   They'll be much more pleasant for you to begin with."  Then she continued.  "Yes dear, I understand your instinctive reaction.  Just doesn't seem natural to you, does it?  That what's bothering you?"

Dumbly, I nodded.  She got out of bed then walked over to me, the thing dangling grotesquely in front of her.  Then she leaned over and kissed me.

"Darling?" she said.  "This thing is s reflection of MY sexuality."  She slid her hand under the covers and placed it on top of my approximation of a vagina. "This is yours!  Understand?"

I looked up at her and, strangely?  I did.  "I think so," I said.  "But?"

"Yes darling?"

"Would you be mad at me if I told you I don't want you to put that . . thing . . up inside me?" I asked tentatively.

She gave me another soft kiss. "Of course not, silly!  I've just been thinking that you need to be dominated – just like I need to dominate.  I'm also thinking that sooner or later, you'll come up with some sort of rationalization – and then you'll become – my receptacle.  But if I'm wrong?  There's always Alice."  She turned to Alice.

"Huh!"  Alice snorted.  "That's all I am to you? Somebody to give you quick release?"  But she was smiling.

"No way!  No quickies for me!" Susan countered – and the two of them laughed and kissed.

"But another thing?  I sort of – well – kinda -  thought you loved Alice?"  I stammered.

She sat down on the bed and gazed at me.  "Yes?  I do.  But what does that have to do with anything?"

"But you're marrying me?"

"Well I can't marry her, you silly!  For one thing same sex marriages are not legal in this State. For another . .?"  she paused.

"I'm married already." Alice said.

"You're what?"  I exclaimed.  "You're far too young!"

She had got out of bed too and was standing re-arranging her nightgown. "Yeah.  Just a couple of dumb kids just out of high school.  We split real quick, but I haven't got around to getting a divorce," she laughed.  "But?  If it's anything to you?  Susan's a better man in bed than he ever was.  She knows how to give a girl a good time.  You're lucky!"

I blushed. 

I wanted to speak about our wedding, but Susan was tired.  Came into bed beside me and put an arm around my shoulders.  "Time for sleep Pamela.  We'll talk about it some other time.  Have a few wrinkles to iron out first.  Okay?"

"But Susan dear . ."

"Go to SLEEP!"

The following day she refused to talk about it.  Sent Alice and I out shopping.  While we were out, I discovered that Susan was relatively well off –  I had worried about using her card to buy the outfits she demanded I get.  I was frightened of going into the department stores and boutiques at first, but it soon became obvious that all of the salesladies simply took Alice and I for two girlfriends shopping and pretty well left us alone.

I was exhausted by the time we'd finished – and kinda scared.  Knew from the amounts of skirts, blouses, sweaters, dresses, shoes and, of course, lingerie that I purchased,  that my days of dressing in male clothes were numbered – if not over completely.

Alice and I made dinner after we got home.  She left shortly after that – leaving me with the cleaning up to do.  Susan discounted my playful grumbling.  "Get used to it Pamela.  I cook occasionally and clean up if I'm in the proper frame of mind.  But from now on dear?  That's your job!" I couldn't help but feel a warm glow of happiness course through me.  Knew it would break my heart if this beautiful woman didn't marry me.  Went and gave her a kiss.  "Yes dear.  That's just the way it should be!" I said.

I slept with her again that night – but there was no sex involved.  The following morning was a work day – and she helped me get dressed for my first official day as an office girl.  A gray skirt with a pale pink cashmere sweater A gold barrette for my hair and subdued makeup.  Sensible beige shoes with a two inch heel and handbag to match.  She drove us both to work.

I was scared out of my mind, but once we got to the office I went and put my handbag in my desk, then went to make Susan's coffee.  I had been expecting a lot of mocking comments, but there weren't any.  Of course there were a few bemused glances at me, but nothing that I could claim was any kind of harassment.  I was shocked when Edna called me over when I was heading for my private restroom.  "Pamela?  I'm sorry.  But that's reserved for Susan now."

"Eh?  But what am I . ."

She gave me an arch look and simply flicked a forefinger towards the Ladies restroom.  Luckily, there was nobody there at that particular time – but when break time came, I did get a few questioning looks – but I knew I had been unconditionally accepted when I stood in line with the other girls and fixed my lipstick as they were doing theirs.

That evening, Susan dropped me off at Clarice's – and left me to the tender mercies of May.   There, I had my ears pierced and my hair styled and set.  She wasn't as nice to me as the girls in the office but when she'd finished, I looked even more like a girl.  Susan picked me up afterwards and drove me home.  Once I put on my apron to make dinner, she said.  "Pamela?  Here's a present for you."

It was a medium sized box wrapped prettily and tied with, naturally, a pink ribbon.  "Oh, thank you Susan!" I squealed and opened it.  Then, couldn't help it, said "Ugh!"

Susan laughed.  "Oh, come ON!  It's just a dildo!  Why don't you just put it in your apron pocket?  I'd like you to start getting used to them.  Just for me?"

Her request didn't seem all that bad, so I put it my pocket, just as she suggested.

After dinner, she had me sit on her lap and talked me into just sitting there and holding the ugly thing in my hands as we watched TV. When we started getting ready for bed she suggested that I give it a good night kiss.  I protested and refused, but she seemed so hurt by this that to placate her, I kissed the tip of the thing.  She was SO pleased!

For the next few nights, we went through the same routine although I suddenly found myself sitting on her knee sucking the thing like a lollypop.  I felt peculiar, naturally – but managed to convince myself that this was as far as it went.  As she didn't press for any further actions pertaining to it, I felt that I may have lost a battle – but won the war, so to speak.

One last hurdle remained – Aunt Ada.  I was petrified at the idea of meeting with her face to face but, as she'd been off on a business trip had managed to avoid even thinking about it.  On her first night back though, Susan called her up and asked if we could drop by – we'd something important to discuss.  Ada said she'd be glad to see us.

It was a warm night and I wore my prettiest floral sundress at Susan's urging.  White strappy sandals and a handbag to match.  Hair neat, makeup perfect.  But my knees were knocking as we stood waiting for Ada to answer the door.

She didn't act in the least surprised.  Recognized me immediately.  "Come on in Susan.  You too, Danny."

"It's Pamela now, Ada"  Susan said.

"Makes sense I guess."  She came and gave me an air kiss.  "Hi Pamela.  You look just like your mother.  Never noticed it before."

"Thanks aunt Ada," I said, red in the face.

Over drinks, Susan explained to Ada.  "We want to get married Ada, but I wanted to be up front with you. I may allow Pamela to come into the office to help out now and then, but frankly?  I'd rather she stayed at home and looked after the housework.  On top of that?  I have certain psychological needs to dominate.  Pamela has needs to be dominated.  I also have a need to have sex with girls.  Whether or not Pamela will accept what I want – or enjoy it herself – remains to be seen.  But if necessary?  I'll take on a girl friend.  Just want you to know what will be happening up front."

Ada inhaled noisily. "Well?  I know that Pamela is crazy about you Susan – so what can I say?  If she'll marry you on that premise, who am I to object?  I just hope that you'll both be very happy.  Matter of fact, Pamela?  I don't know if you're aware of it?  But I have your grandmother's wedding dress – the one that your mother wore to her wedding.  It's in perfect shape – and definitely usable."

I looked from one to the other. "But Ada?  Mom was quite a bit smaller than Susan.  Won't it need a lot of alterations?"

The two women looked at each other – and burst out laughing!

"I was wondering?  Would you like to give her away?"  Susan asked Ada.

The end