Thanksgiving week. I was off the whole week, while my wife still had to work until Wednesday. So three days I had the house to myself, and I planned to dress up. And in one of the flyers, I had seen a perfect piece... a leather skirt.

Well, nothing is real leather anymore nowadays, but still, the pleather or vegan leather, or whatever they call it, still looks very good. So early Monday morning I was in the shop, picking up some manly clothes, and then the A-line skirt, a "present for my wife".

I couldn't help walking by the lingerie as well, and I saw a beautiful set in shiny satin that would fit my wife perfectly, and me hopefully as well. It was then that I noticed the woman for the first time. She was dressed stylishly, makeup perfectly, and she gave me a beautiful smile.

A little bit later, in line for checkout, I saw her again, right before me. She looked back, then pointed at the skirt in my cart, and said, "that's a nice skirt, for your wife?" I nodded, mumbling "for Christmas". Then she said, "so sweet... are you going to try it on as well?"

I didn't know what to say, but I could feel my face flushing in color. How did she know? Before I could shake my head, she said "don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Actually, I get turned on quite a bit when a man shows his female side."

I must have looked stunned, as she stepped closer to me, patting my hand, whispering, "I can help, you know, I can make you look like a real woman."

For an inexperienced cross dresser like myself that was like a dream come true. A real woman, not condemning me, but offering to help me. I had so much to learn still. "Would you?" I stammered, but also looking hopeful. "I... I'm married though."

She laughed, "So am I. Nothing to worry though, it's not like we're cheating or anything. Just a little hobby that we both seem to share."

Outside, she told me to follow her to her home. She parked in her garage, as I left my car on the driveway. The house was nice, more like a mansion, quite a bit bigger than my own. She led me to one of the bedrooms, which was transformed into a huge walk-in closet. There were clothes everywhere as well as a dressing area with mirrors all around. I was in awe, and she had to call me multiple times, before I came back down to earth.

She wanted to know my name, my female name. She had no interest in my real name. "Veronique", I said carefully, never have shared that with anyone. But she liked it, as her own name was Monique. "Very well Veronique", she said, "let's get you out of these clothes, and see what we're working with."

I was a bit hesitant, but she waved it away. "Just us girls here", she said. But when I stood naked in front of her, trying to quickly put on the pair of panties I had bought, as part of the lingerie set, she agreed we had a problem. My dick was twitching, I just had no control over it in my excitement.

"Hang on", she said, and disappeared briefly. She came back with an ice pack and a metal tube. She held the pack to my scrotum and in seconds I was as small as a little boy. She smiled and handed me the metal tube, explaining how to wrap it around my dick, attached to a ring that went behind my scrotum. She gave me a tiny key and showed a keyhole, and it clicked when I turned it. "Put that key in a safe place, or you won't be able to take it off again", she warned me, and I put it in my wallet.

It was still a bit awkward, as it didn't remove my bulge. It was just smaller, and would stay small, no matter what happened. But she added like a metal hook, that connected to the tube, and she pulled it backwards between my legs, and then the hook part disappeared inside my rectal hole. It was uncomfortable at first, but it got easier when it warmed up, and it resulted in my bulge being gone. "You'll have to pee sitting down", she warned me.

The panties fit easily now and she helped me putting on the leather skirt. It felt like heaven, and my dick started twitching, but stopped right away, as it had no room to grow. She laughed when she saw the pained look on my face and explained, "You'll get used to it. I'm not saying you won't cum with that thing on, but it'll take a different kind of stimulation. We can explore that later if you want."

Before she helped me with the bra part of the lingerie set, she noticed I had recently shaved my chest, and I explained that I had tried lately with a home laser device to remove the hairs on my face, my chest, my belly and underarms. That's as much as my wife allowed, although I wouldn't mind getting rid of all my body hair. Unfortunately the home treatment didn't seem to work for me, my hairs probably too coarse.

Monique contemplated. She actually possessed a professional laser device, and she could help me with it, but she wanted to know how serious I was. I saw a chance for myself to get the treatment I couldn't really afford, so I told her I really would appreciate it. In the end we came to an agreement.

For today and the next two days I would come over and she'd work on all my body hair. I had to convince my wife myself that's what I wanted. Then every Saturday and Wednesday night I would take on a handyman contract, as I was quite handy with tools and stuff. At least, that's what I'd tell my wife. In reality I would get more treatments and dress in whatever Monique wanted me to wear, and perform any household task she asked me to take on. I was to wear my chastity cage at all time I was there, but I had to participate in any sexual act that was asked from me. Monique told me not to worry too much about it, it was to give me a better female experience. It was clear however that it included eating her pussy out, and taking a dildo up my ass.

It was a bit scary, as I had only just met her. But looking at the huge wardrobe she owned I was convinced I'd enjoy the experience. She was into leather, latex, vinyl and all kind of sexy, shiny material. And worst case, if I didn't like it anymore, I would just stop showing up.

So we agreed. I signed the "handyman contract" so I could show my wife. Then I got my first laser treatment. It was painful. So bad, that I actually considered giving up on the whole idea. My home treatment didn't hurt at all. But that's why it wasn't working for me, is how Monique explained it. Better get used to the fact that most women go through pain in order to get beautiful.

She just worked the areas I had already tried myself and afterwards I was smoother than I'd ever been. And she promised over time it would only get better.

I got my first taste of her kinky side, when my skirt and lingerie came off, and she fitted a latex maid's uniform on me. It came with a latex bra that she filled with some realistic looking inserts. The corset was tight, but again she predicted I'd get used to it. Not until I was wearing thigh high boots, did I find out how much higher four inch spikes are, compared to the two inch block heels I had tried a few times.

She made me practice in the heels, while using a duster to clean some of the rooms. In between she added a wig and did my makeup, all the while explaining what each step did, so I could remember the next time. When I saw myself in the mirror I understood why she'd gotten hornier and hornier.

She took me to her bedroom and when she laid back on the bed with her legs spread she told me to eat her out. "Veronique", she said, "forget you were a man. Forget you are married. You're my sexy maid, and I need you to make me cum and clean me out. That's what maids do."

It made it so simple. She made me into a sexy woman and as long as I looked like this, as long as I was Veronique, it wouldn't be cheating. So when I plunged my tongue between her legs, I started a mantra in my mind. I'm Veronique the maid. I'm Veronique the maid. I'm here to please Monique. I'm here to please Monique.

I've never tasted something so delicious as Monique's pussy before. She was soaking wet, with sweet nectar, spiced honey. My mouth was soon filled with her thick fluid, that slid slowly down my throat each time I swallowed. Pleasing Monique was pleasing myself, her urgent moans pushing me along. My mantra changed subtly as my need to lick her deeper, suck her harder, take her over the edge, was that of a maid wanting nothing else but pleasuring her mistress. I am a maid and pleasure my mistress. I am a maid and pleasure my mistress.

When she came, squirting my mouth full with her golden liquid, I felt so proud, so accomplished. I sucked her hard, emptying her out, adding a finger to rub her clit. I was rewarded by her second orgasm, and didn't spill a drop. But eventually she pushed me away, incapable of handling more.

"OH Veronique!" she cried, "that was just wonderful. I can't wait to do it again."

I totally agreed. But why was I so content? And suddenly it hit me. The tube on my dick had stopped me from wanting more myself. I was totally dedicated to just her pleasure. What an interesting thought that it would satisfy myself so much. I didn't get more time to think about this, as Monique wanted to try something else. She wanted me to experience what it was to be a woman.

First, she wanted me to put on some gloves. The latex was way thicker, more rigid even, with long red nails on the tip of each finger. But it added perfectly to the maid's uniform. Next, I had to open my mouth, and she pushed some thick rubber inside, moulding around my teeth. I could breath through a hole in the rubber still, so I wasn't worried, but I realized I couldn't talk anymore.

I panicked slightly, and I tried to pull the rubber from my mouth again, only to realize that my fingers were stiff. The four fingers were stuck together, angled so that I almost made a fist, my claw nails essentially pointing backwards. My thumb was separate, but without a lot of movement either. And something in my elbow prevented me from bending it more than a few degrees.

It was such a shock that I had lost my mobility and my ability to talk, that I didn't notice the mask at first that was pulled over my eyes, my nose and ears. I looked in the mirror and recognized it immediately as a catwoman mask, latex cat-ears sticking up from the side of my head. Except, no sound came through anymore.

I suddenly looked very scared at Monique, but her smile calmed me down a bit. She had a sort of paintbrush in her hand and started painting my lips. It was soothing for a minute, until she was done and let me look in the mirror again. I had pussy lips. Literally, under the black latex of the cat mask, I had red lips, contouring what I could only define as a horizontal vagina, a pussy. What the...??

Suddenly I heard a click, and Monique's voice came clearly through in my ears. "Don't worry, my pet. Hope you like being a pussy for a bit. Just one of my other kinks. I'm going to make you cum, like you've never experienced before. You're going to find out what it is to be a woman, and you will never want it any other way, once we're done. From now on you'll be on all fours, until I tell you differently. You're a pet, a cat, a toy, named Vee. I can take your hearing away, as you've noticed, or your eyesight." And suddenly my eyes were totally blacked out. Her voice continued, "but whatever senses you have left, use them to enjoy the pleasure I will give you. You will do anything in your power trying to increase the pleasure. Your single goal in life now will be to cum and cum again, as a woman and as my pet. I am your Mistress."

Suddenly my eyesight came back, and I saw a huge rubber dick hanging between her legs. It was glistening with lubrication and in the mirror I could see how she positioned herself between my legs, that were spread a bit. She lifted up my latex skirt and did something to my latex panties, so that I could feel the cool air teasing my hole. Then she grabbed me by the hips and slowly she pulled herself inside me.

I gasped through my pussy mouth, as a soaring pain sliced through me. A soft voice in my ears said, "Relax, relax, it's all good, things will get better. Relax, relax..." and this kept repeating. So I forced myself to relax, as my virgin hole got stretched to the max. I felt her slowly move in and out, spreading the lube inside me, and I managed each time to take her a bit deeper.

I didn't wince when all went black again, but the voice kept telling me I was doing good. And slowly it became more pleasant. A very slight vibration soothed now inside me, and suddenly it hit something inside me, and the vibration felt stronger. The pleasure grew, and I knew that normally my dick would be growing as well. But I was a woman now, and my pleasure came from my pussy. And once I acknowledged that my pussy was filled and pleasured, I accepted I was Vee, a female cat, a pet toy. A sudden push shot me over the top and I had my first orgasm as a woman, that spread throughout my body, like everything was vibrating now.

It was heaven, it was better than anything before. The pain was forgotten, and I pushed back onto the dick that was filling me up. I wanted more!

Monique clearly noticed how eager I suddenly was, and I heard her voice in my cat ears, "I'm going to try something I have never before. It's called a dog-lock. This two-sided dildo will lock inside you as well as inside me, and we won't be able to disconnect until I cum. So make me cum, my lovely pet!"

For a second I was worried, but then my excitement overtook. We'd be one, until I made her cum. I couldn't wait. It didn't take long until she entered me again, and once in deep enough, I felt it swell up, just inside my entrance, like the knot in a dog's dick.

I tried it just for an instance, but I could no longer pull away from her. We both gasped from the effort. But when I pushed back into her the discomfort turned back to pleasure. And I became her bitch in heat.

We were working together. The ultimate goal was to make her cum. But not too soon either, we wanted as much pleasure out of it as possible. By now, I more and more appreciated the mask that took my eyesight away. Nothing could distract me from adding to the pleasure. The soft voice in my ears telling me I was her bitch.

I felt a vibration again, but it was different. It wasn't inside me, but I could sense it in my knees and my fists. Was it the bed?

Suddenly I heard Monique's urgent voice. "Vee, the garagedoor.. it must be my husband! Promise me, do as he says, or we're both in trouble."

I couldn't really promise, but I nodded my head. The voice kept repeating now "Do as he says", fading out the voices around me.

I could hear a man's voice, probably saying hi, then asking what was going on. I heard a woman's voice, not very clear, but I picked up dog-lock. I heard the male laughing, then saying something in a commanding voice. Now the dick started moving again inside me, so I assumed he'd told her to continue.

I started relaxing. Clearly we were not in trouble. So I concentrated on our pleasure again. And just as I started pushing back on the dick again, something else pushed into my pussy mouth. I panicked, as I had been sucking in air through my mouth, which was now blocked. I had to force myself to simply breath in and out through my nose.

The voice in my head changed as well. "You're a pussy, so pleasure the dick. Suck it, lick it, make it cum!" The voice, or more the tone even, really filled up my brain, my mind not able to push it aside. It was clear to me that her husband was now face fucking me, but I was a pussy, so that made sense. I started sucking and licking while also pushing back with my rear. I was sandwiched between two dicks and I needed to satisfy them both.

I managed to find a rhythm where both dicks were moving into me at the same time, then pulling back at the same time. I lost my sense on who was pleasuring who. Were the dicks bringing the pussy, me, over the edge, or was I satisfying the dicks? The voice changed to single words. Suck. Lick. Push. Cum. Please. Serve. Cum. Cum. Pussy. Slut. Cum. Cum. Master. Mistress. Cum. Please. Cum. Cum.

And at some point only "cum" vibrated in my mind. My body started shaking, in tune with the vibration, and then I couldn't stop it anymore. "Cum now!" was my command, and I followed it. My mouth filled up with slimy goo, and I could only swallow it, as I could feel my orgasm rock my tongue and lips, sucking hard on the dick, squeezing out every drop. My rear filled up as well, as I used muscles I didn't know I had to milk that dick as well.

I could feel myself collapsing, but I was still hanging, attached to both dicks. I think I passed out, but I can't be sure, having experienced everything in absolute darkness.