My Rich Fiancée’s Slave 3 - the new slave

I woke sometime later in Brittany’s bathroom in the tub as Lucian lowered me into a warm bath while my Mistress-fiancée sat naked in the water waiting for me. She bathed me gently, lovingly as if I were a child, working in bath oil. My skin, specifically my chest arms and legs tingled with pain. That’s when I saw the patches of red was where body hair had been.

“Mom and I waxed your body while you were passed out. If you’re going to be my Michelle, you can’t have body hair, now can you, silly girl? The oil contains an antiseptic and another chemical to help kill off the hair follicles. A few more months of waxing and the chemicals—and of course HRT—you’ll be the smoothest sissy in all of Los Angeles County.”

“HRT?”

“Female hormones to soften your skin and muscle tone, lessen hair growth. Grow you some little tits.”

“Why are you doing this to me, Brittany?” I wept.

She kissed me deeply. “I should slap you for not calling my ‘Mistress,’ but you have to adjust, I know. As to the why, are you kidding? When have you *ever* had sex like this? Your new life as a slave has delights and excitement in store for you beyond your imagination. Now get out and dry off.”

When I’d finished drying off, she handed me a translucent babydoll nightie with matching panties and a pair of mid-high heel pumps. She made me follow her, three steps behind, down the stairs to the ground floor, and then down another stairway to the basement.

“On most nights, you’ll sleep with me and attend to my needs. But it’s important you spend your first night in the slave quarters,” she said, leading me up to a big wooden door. “Now go inside and do what you’re told. Understand, Michelle?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She watched until I’d entered the room and closed the door.

There was a queen-sized bed on the far wall, which was mirrored, several large dressers and a big walk-in closet loaded with women’s clothes, lingerie and fetishwear. There was a heavy wooden chair set up for bondage and spankings. Sitting up in bed in a sheer babydoll was the maid, I’d seen earlier. Her big tits looked even more beautiful now that I could see them fully. She had a dog collar on her neck too.

“Hello, Michelle,” Evelyn said with a lovely smile. She pulled back the bedding. “Join me.”

I was so weak from the fucking and emotional turmoil, I wanted nothing but to crawl into bed and fall fast asleep. Then I saw the nine-inch cock in her panties. “*Ohmigod*!”

Michelle patted the mattress next to her. “Get in and I’ll explain. I promise not to bite… unless you beg.”

If my mind wasn’t blown enough by how I’d been extorted into slavery, been anally penetrated by my fiancée, her mother and the butler, and been used by Mommy to teacher her daughter BDSM stuff, now I find the maid is a big-titted, well-hung trans beauty. Still, her eyes were so kind and warm.

I started crying when she took me in her soft arms and held me tightly to her perfect boobs, tears that lasted for several minutes as she softly kissed my face and told me I would be okay. Finally, she calmed me down and blotted my tears away with the bedsheets.

“My name used to be Evan,” she said. “I was Ed’s personal assistant. He’d always been more buddy-buddy with me than I’d except a CEO would be with an assistant. For a while I thought he might be a closet gay and wanted a playmate on the DL.” She laughed. “Little did I know. The one night he invited me to dinner with his wife and daughter, whom I’d met several times before.”

“Did he threaten you with bogus embezzlement charges too?”

“Bingo, girl! It was six months ago. I wondered when he’d find another like you, Michelle.”

“See, I don’t get it about this whole ‘Michelle’ thing. Female hormones?”

“Denial won’t help you, girl. There isn’t anyone here in LA who doesn’t understand what transition is. The only question is, will Brittany keep you as a sissy or will you get surgeries like I did?”

Her words so freaked me out, I chose denial and changed the topic. “You’re so beautiful, Evelyn.”

She kissed me firmly on the lips. “We’ll sleep together most nights, and I think you’ll find that love makes all this bearable. See, I was transitioned to be Mommy’s toy. She gave me so much love it was possible to accept all of this… I hope you’ll let me give you that kind of love too.”

She looked deep into my eyes, filled with desire, her lips parted for a real kiss. She was so beautiful, cock or not, I had to make love with her. For the first few minutes we tongue-kissed and stroked each other’s bodies, especially those gorgeous breasts. My hand found her throbbing dick and her, mine. It wasn’t long before the feel of her dick made me want to taste it.

I looked into her eyes and she nodded, licking her red, moist lips. I’d been surprised how quickly I’d gotten into sucking Ed’s tool, but this trans girl’s phallus was both delicate and big. It smelled kind of different too. I hungrily licked up the precum and then took it all the way in, past the back of my throat.

She pulled her hips back when I began to choke a bit. “Take it slow, baby. Mama will teach you how to do proper deep-throat and a hundred other sexy things. For now let’s you and me just enjoy each other.”

She pulled my waist around so her face was in my lap. I gasped around her boner and she closed her lips around mine. Sixty-nining with Evelyn was the sexiest thing I ever did. Her cock was prettier than Lucian’s or Ed’s and her precum tasted far better than even Brittany’s pussy! We sucked each other off until we came and then shared our semen with each other—our sticky tongues sliding together.

Afterward, we cuddled in each other’s arms and we told our stories. Evelyn was twenty-six and had been working on a different floor in Ed’s company when the boss spotted him. The young man, Evan, was sent to Ed’s office and offered a job as an assistant, the same job I’d had. It turned out Ed’s main interest was Evan’s extremely androgynous features— Bea decided she wanted a beautiful trans slave to serve her. So Ed set up the bogus embezzlement scenario, and waylaid Evan/Evenlyn just like he did to me.

I started to weep for us both, but my new sister soothed me with little kisses and comforting hugs. She actually kissed away my tears. In between kisses, she said that, while it took a few weeks, she not only began to enjoy her new life as Evelyn, she started to love it. She’d long been fascinated by trans porn, and it was only after Ed and Bea had force-transitioned her, did she realize she’d wanted this all along.

“Did you at all enjoy what they did with you?” she asked.

I burned with shame, blushing deeply as I admitted I had liked even the spanking and flogging. “I’m such a pervo,” I moaned. “What’s *wrong* with me?”

Evelyn took my hair in her fist holding it painfully tight enough to make an impression. “Stop with that kind of talk. You demean yourself. I love all this sex and kink more than I ever loved anything. Are you going to call me names too, Michelle?”

I shook my head as best I could and she released me. “I’m sorry,” I moaned. “I’ve just never…”

She exhaled. “Neither had I. I suppose I once thought that way. But then I found out what it was like to be one of those people who do porn, even if my only audience is Ed and his family and friends. There’s no crime in enjoy what feels good. Besides, I realized, if the porn actors were pervs, then I was a perv for watching it and masturbating.”

I needily clung to her again, grateful she was here. I couldn’t have faced this night alone. And she was right that we didn’t have the power to disobey, not with ruin hanging over us. I mentioned that to her.

“But I no longer want to disobey. Ed could grant me my freedom right now and give me a million dollars to go anywhere I wanted, and I would stay right here anyway,” she vowed. “Please be patient and let me help you, and I swear you’ll end up loving it here… with me.”

“I love Evelyn.” It just slipped out.

“Love you too, baby girl. Now come to bed with me.”

The next morning we got up before the rest of the household. Evelyn—“Evie” she said she liked—got into her sexy French maid’s outfit and I got into a stripper version of the same costume. The skirt left two-thirds of my ass hanging out, a sheer top to show off my bra filled with realistic, silicone breast forms, and a garter belt with fishnet stockings. My heels were only two-inches. Evie told me I’d work up to four inches by the end of next week.

She and I brewed coffee for three and put together bed-trays with designer pastries, water glasses and a single-stem vase with a rose. Evie knew just how much cream and sugar for all. We carried two trays to the master bedroom and served Mommy and Daddy. Evie said she was staying behind to “entertain” them, and I was to carry the third tray to my new Mistress’ bedroom. I knew from past visits to the home where Brittany’s bedroom was located.

My fiancée’s room was barely lit by a tiny shaft of light through the thick drapes. The room filled with light from the bright hallway when I entered with the tray. She lay naked amid tousled sheets, mostly uncovered. I gazed in awe upon the body of the woman I fell in love with: tall at five-eight, and her 120 pounds was mostly in her naturally large breasts and gorgeous ass, with a tiny waist. Hers was a cover-model face with a three-hundred-dollar salon styling of her honey-blonde hair.

“Good morning, Michelle.”

“Good morning, Mistress.”

“It’s a little early,” she said, eyeing the alarm clock, “but that’s okay. You will wake me at precisely eight every morning by getting between my legs and licking my pussy until I say it’s enough.” She smirked at the dumb look on my face. “That means *now*, slave!”

I started to advance with the tray and looked around uncertainly until she giggled and told me to put it on the nightstand. I crawled between those firm thighs and licked firmly, parting her major labia and savoring the moistness of her horny pussy flesh. She sighed and so I went town, lapping away for ten minutes until she had a gasping orgasm.

By the time she’d cum I was fully erect in my panties. She eyed my boner with delight, shoved me on my back, freed it from its lacy prison and mounted me cowgirl style. Slowly she rode up and down, working my throbbing pole with her vaginal muscles. She ordered me to warn her if I felt like on was on the verge of orgasm, saying I’d be punished for cumming without permission.

“I’m so happy Daddy got you for me! Ever since he got Evelyn for Mom, I’ve been wanting my own slave. And I’m sorry for teasing you last night. You’re far from common, and that’s why I want to marry you. Just think, you’ll be my husband, my wife, my slut and my slave! I can’t wait to show you off at the next party Mommy and Daddy throw for our kinky friends. You’re going to be very popular!”

“Brittany, darling!” Bea called from down the hall. “We need you downstairs soon!”

“That’s my cue!” she chirped and climbed off me.

I whined like a dog who lost his bone. She laughed and said I could cum… but only if I could spurt in the next sixty seconds—*and* I had to catch it in my hand. She parted her legs wide and fingerfucked her twat, stopping every few seconds to suck the juices from them and resume. This sight enough to push me over the edge, and I spurted hard into my palm with ten seconds to spare.

I raised my hand to my mouth and looked questioningly at her. She winked and grinned. I dragged my tongue through the pool of jism and coated my lips with it, swallowing the rest. It was tangy-salty and was almost as sweet as Evelyn’s. I kept it up until my palm was dry.

“May your slave ask a question?” I said, using a third-person phrase Evelyn had taught me was part of slave protocol. Before we slept, she told me what would be expected and how to make myself pleasing. Brittany nodded, pleased. “Are you… Am I… Will Michelle be transitioned like Evelyn?”

I was terribly afraid she’d say yes. It was one thing to love Evelyn and what she was, but to become…

“You’re going to be my husband. Out in public you’ll be Michael and you’ll be appropriately masculine. You can’t do that with big breasts, now can you?” she smiled. “However, we do have plans…”

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