Chapter 12: The Guest
It was a crisp Saturday morning, just before noon, when our new guest arrived for the weekend.
Through the polished glass doors, I saw him approach the entrance--a middle-aged man, dressed in a sharp three-piece suit, tailored to perfection. He moved with an air of entitlement and self-importance that was utterly revolting. Or perhaps rather intimidating.
As I stood in the hallway, awaiting his arrival, Mr. Collins appeared beside me, straightening the cuffs of his shirt. "Mr. Abacus is here," he stated the obvious, his voice devoid of emotion or excitement. Even so, he took the opportunity to reach down and give my apple bottom a swift squeeze through my skirt.
I caught my breath as molten heat seeped into my core at the contact. Damn this crossdressing getup, I complained silently. The corset, stocking, garters, all conspired to heighten my vulnerability and accentuate every touch, nip, and tickle.
"Yes, sir," I replied breathily, trying to keep an air of professionalism despite my flustered state. He motioned to the corner where a 3 person sofa and a small coffee table resided. Two glasses already laid out on it for us.
The butler ushered our guest inside and closed the door behind him with a soft thud. It was then that the air shifted ever so slightly around us.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I sensed Mr. Abacus' gaze resting solely on me. It was an unsettling feeling, but I kept my composure beneath the chafing layers of silk and lace garments that adorned my body. I turned to look at him, and our eyes met. His intense stare gave me an involuntary shiver--the same sensation you get when you're completely exposed in a room colder than you'd like.
It wasn't only his eyes, either; Mr. Abacus was a man weathered by the years, radiating a quiet confidence and sophistication. It reeked of money, power, and charm--the irresistible allure of a man who's always been accustomed to getting what he wants. And in that moment, all I could think about was that undressing look I caught him steal towards me clad in my provocative French maid uniform. He towered over me, even in my heels I felt small in his presence.
Quickly I attempted a curtsey,to break our eye contact.
"Welcome, sir," I mumbled as I felt my cheeks warm under his gaze. He regarded me with amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching involuntarily.
As I stole a glance at him from underneath my eyelashes, Mr. Abacus couldn't help but grin more broadly while unabashedly checking me out from head to toe.
It was as if I was a piece of art he wanted to unpack and explore at his leisure.
"Ah, Alexis, our newest addition to the staff." Mr Collins remarked. He took another step closer, clasping his hands behind his back with authority. "Nice to meet you, old chap," he exclaimed.
The warmth in Mr Collin's voice caught me off guard, momentarily disarming me.
My nerves simmered just beneath the surface, as I felt my hands begin to tremble slightly. I clasped them together tightly, trying to quell their shaking.
"Yes, Mr Collins," I finally responded, smiling nervously.
Finally, Mr Abacus spoke, his voice deep and soothing. Like the rhythm of the waves crashing into the beach, turning stone to sand.
Mr. Abacus' words flowed over me, washing away my uncertainty in one soothing stroke. "You must be the maid I've heard so much about," he murmured, eyes gleaming with newfound fascination.
My eyes widened, unsure if there was a hint of mockery lacing his praise. But in this game of cat and mouse, I couldn't afford to show any vulnerability. I put on the best harmless smile I could muster while his gaze lingered over the exposed areas of my skin.
He extended his well-manicured hand for me to shake, a gesture that felt overly formal given our current situation. I hesitated briefly, as I had never shaken hands with another man while dressed this way. But, wanting to appear respectful and professional, I cautiously accepted his handshake.
As our hands met, an unexpected spark of excitement ignited between us. His touch was gentle yet commanding—just like I imagined him to be. The warmth from his skin spread up my arm and throughout my body, causing a sudden rush of blood to my cheeks. Even with my soft gloves on, I could feel it. And the strength of his hands, so much greater than mine. Perhaps even than Mr Collins.
I quickly withdrew my hand and offered a feeble attempt at a curtsy, my heart hammering inside my chest with an intensity that I had never experienced before.
As our hands parted, I felt my eyes involuntarily scanning him from head to toe. My brain seemed to process just how handsome he was—with his salt and pepper hair, tailored suit, and a confident smile that could light up a room. A chiseld jaw dusted in stuble, a contrast to the smooth face of Mr Collins. He was taller still, and with arms thick. Even hidden in the sleeves I could tell he could lift me as if I were a mote of dust.
But he was nothing compared to the two people who had made me agree to this monstrous arrangement in the first place. During my brief escape from Mr. Abacus' curious gaze, I shuffled on my feet awkwardly. Trying best to look professional and not click my heels on the floor.
Mr. Abacus didn't seem to mind. If anything, he almost seemed entertained by the discomfort and awkwardness that I was radiating with each exaggerated gesture.
It was as if I was a rare and exotic bird he had never seen before.
"Ah, Mademoiselle," he started, his deep voice lilting through each syllable as he dragged out the French title with an amused and almost mocking tone. It made my body tighten inside, longing for the protection of my modest apartment and attire.
"I have heard some fascinating stories about your unique...
capabilities."
A lascivious smirk spread across Mr. Abacus' face, and my stomach lurched in response. I knew all too well what those words implied; I was now trapped in a cage of their sick desires, with no other option but to follow through or risk losing everything.
Despite his charming facade, Mr. Abacus was just as dangerous as the Collinses. He moved closer, his lips curling into a sly grin as he blatantly eyed me from head to toe. "I trust you will be able to... assist with Lunch? My friends have told me you have an exceptional taste in wine."
Mr Abacus arched an eyebrow as he studied me, trying to gauge how I'd respond to his subtly laced innuendo. He was playing with me like a cat does with a trapped mouse, testing and poking at my limits.
My throat was parched and straining from the crushing grip of his unwavering eyes. "I pride myself on possessing refined tastes," I said, fluttering my eyelashes in a half-hearted effort to appear seductive. But I was blushing, that I am sure. It was hard to not feel flustered by the compliment.
"I'd be honored to aid you in choosing today's libations."
My heart sank, as the true nature of my predicament weighed upon me. I wanted to shrink under his stare, disappear into nothingness, and escape this twisted life that the Collins had roped me into. But alas, I had no choice but to push through and fulfill my obligations.
Heart thumping wildly against my ribcage, I turned on my heel and began walking away to the dimly lit cellar where the Collins kept their rarest bottles of wine.
The cellar was situated beneath the grand dining room, a few steps down from the main hallway.
Mr. Abacus' footsteps were muffled against the lush carpet, but I could still sense his presence following me closely. Every breath I took felt labored and slow, carefully trying to avoid any awkward situations—or so I had thought.
Once in the cellar, I attempted to distract myself by admiring the rows of dust-covered bottles that adorned the dark wine racks.
Each container was a story, a tale of far-off vineyards and ancient traditions. I focused on that instead of the intoxicating figure that stood just behind me, trying to ignore the hum of sexual tension that swirled through the dimly lit room.
Despite my best efforts, it was clear Mr. Abacus had no intentions of making this any easier for me. But As I turned around, I found it was the Mistress who had followed me down here.
A cruel grin spread across her face, "I heard you were so eager to please our guests that you'd do anything I asked. Well, since your wine selection is so highly regarded, I think it would be fun if you chose a bottle not just with taste, but also performance in mind." She ran her fingers sensually along my cheek, and I shivered despite my best efforts to stay composed.
"But of course, mistress," I said, feigning interest while desperately trying to hide the sheer terror that had gripped me. I did not know what she was insinuating.
I grabbed one bottle, a spiced pinot noir from Eastern Europe and placed it on the table. "You'll need a second one... for the performance" she quipped.
I gritted my teeth and picked up another bottle, this time a robust Southern Rhone blend, hoping it would meet her standards.
"What kind of performance?" I asked.
Mrs. Collins chuckled deeply, her warm breath brushing against my ear like a silky feather.
"Why don't you just use that pretty little imagination of yours, Alexis?" she murmured seductively as her hand began to curl around the base of my neck, her fingers tracing the delicate pattern of the lace collar wrapped around me.
Her grip tightened, pulling me closer until my cheek was pressed right up against her smooth cleavage, the warmth from her skin seeping through the thin fabric covering the swell of her breasts.
I could catch a whiff of her scent, a delicate mix of rosewater and musk that sent another shiver down my spine.
As much as I despised being in this position, tried as I might to resist, my body couldn't help but betray me. My eyes slid shut.
Mrs. Collins' voice was a seductive whisper, and my mind swam with questions. I hadn't expected this kind of situation when I agreed to their indecent proposal. However, with my mounting debts and lack of options, I found myself trapped.
"Our guest is owed a favour by us. One you will fufil. He has interesting tastes, that I think might match well to yours" she purred.
"I don't understand" I pouted, trying to get some more clarity.
Mrs. Collins' grip on my neck tightened, and she pulled me even closer. "Oh, Alexis, don't play innocent with me," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. "I know you've been entertaining all sorts of filthy thoughts since our little arrangement began. And now it's time for you to put those thoughts into action.
You see, Mr. Abacus isn't just looking for a wine recommendation. He has a special request, one that may require you to step outside your comfort zone."
Mrs. Collins released me, and her hand traveled down to my breast, giving it a firm squeeze. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to wrap my head around what was happening.
"Oh?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
I avoided her gaze, feeling an intense combination of fear and embarrassment as she bit her lower lip.
Mrs. Collins chuckled in a low, sensual tone as her hand moved from my breast to the hem of my maid's skirt. With a flick of her wrist, she lifted it up to reveal the garter belt and stockings I was wearing underneath. She leaned in even closer, tracing the outline of my thigh with her fingertips. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to maintain some sort of composure.
"Relax, Alexis," she whispered into my ear.
Her warm, intoxicating breath made my skin prickle. "I know you want this, deep down."
Her hand continued to move up my thigh, her fingers reaching the edge of my panties. My breath caught in my throat as she gently teased the elastic fabric.
"You don't need to know all the details, but Mr Abacus is a friend of ours. A dear friend, which means he has earned the privilege of your private company. He is spending the weekend with us. Those two might be having wine and golf in the day, maybe even talk business. But come the night, it is your responsibility that he sleeps soundly. And that he leaves here more relaxed than as he came. Understood?"
Mrs. Collins' voice was firm, and her eyes piercing.
I knew better than to argue with her, especially in my current situation. So I offered a silent nod, my throat dry and my palms sweating.
Mrs. Collins let out a low, approving hum before leaning-in to press her lips against my cheek. "That's a good girl" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "Save the pinot for later, bring it to his chambers at six. Be prepared to clock in some overtime. Until then, you better bring that second bottle to the boys upstairs"
Mrs. Collins said abruptly, returning us to the cold reality of our situation. As I walked past her with the bottle in hand, she reminded me of her position, by slapping my arse with no shortage of force.
The rest of the day passed in a blur — a whirlwind of nervous anxiety and half-hearted attempts to remain professional in the midst of my new circumstance. My mind was like a rollercoaster, constantly shifting between dread and titillation. The anticipation of what was to come, or so they say, is always more thrilling than the event itself, except tonight I feared the saying would prove false.
Mr Abacus was an amicable house guest. As he and the master ate lunch and spoke business. I returned to my chambers, to eat my own lunch alone and mentally prepare for my duty that night.
I paced the floor as my thoughts raced, a whirlpool of uncertainty and fear fueling me with anxiety. I looked at myself in the mirror, examining every inch of my appearance in my provocative garb, a soft blush creeping up my cheeks and neck. I had always been an attractive man, but this new version of myself added a layer of vulnerability that I hadn't known before.
I felt like a delicate piece of china, on display for everyone to see, and far too breakable. I tried to quell my fears by focusing on the bottle of wine clutched tightly in my hands, as I made my way up the grand staircase towards Mr. Abacus' chambers. Then there was a knock on my door.
I jumped, startled out of my thoughts.
"It's nearly time," Mrs. Collins voice called out from the other side.
My heart began to race as I took a deep breath, my mind suddenly blank. I opened the door and stepped out hesitantly. Mrs. Collins stood there with a knowing smile on her face. "He brought you something. Perhaps you'll like it?" She offered me a large gift bag, as if straight from the high street. Before turning and leaving me.
I laid the bag on the bed and I hesitantly opened the gift , my heart pounding in anticipation. Lying within was a tiny black box. And a much larger parcel wrapped in silk and bows. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I slowly lifted the smaller box lid. Inside lay a stunning, dainty silver collar with an ornate chain leash dangling at the end. The collar featured an elegant letter 'A,' adorned with tiny crystals that sparkled in the dim light of my room.
It was both breathtaking and terrifying at the same time, triggering a myriad of conflicting emotions within me. I ran my fingers gently over the cool metal, marveling at how the symbol represented the masterful transformation that awaited me. My own Master, Mr. Abacus, or rather our agreement; I was to be his submissive for the weekend, whatever that entailed.
I felt the weight of the situation settle deep into my core, turning it to liquid fire. The more I thought about what would happen in just a few short hours, the more aroused I became. The larger parcel I sat on the bed, and began to unwrap it.
With my fingers trembling, I parted the silken folds to reveal another box.
As I slowly opened the box, a rush of warm air filled the room, and a gasp escaped my lips. Resting inside was an elaborate lingerie, complete with fresh stockings, a lace garter belt, and a pair of patent black pumps. The silk material shimmered in the dim light, as if begging to be touched, while the scalloped edges of the hem tickled my fingertips. As I lifted the delicate pieces there was something else under it all, something hard and metal.
I pulled it out to reveal a diamond-encrusted butt plug. I froze as my eyes widened, the severity of what was about to happen weighing on me like a ton of bricks. My heart sped up, beating wildly against my ribcage. I swallowed hard, knowing there was no turning back—no way to break free from this illicit arrangement.
My mind raced, yet I couldn't tear myself away from the image of this sumptuous lingerie.
A pair of lacy, black panties were accompanied by a matching bra, the cups adorned with delicate lace patterns. Long black gloves covered my arms, just as nylons encapsulated my legs. My fingers traced the filigree edging on the bra, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through me.
I pictured myself standing in front of Mr. Abacus, wearing nothing but this luxurious lingerie and the diamond-encrusted butt plug—an offering to the man who held all the power in this twisted game. My breath hitched at the mere thought of his reactions and desires as he took in my newfound femininity.
Would he be pleased? I checked the parcel for more and found I was not disappointed. Another metal item was within
, accompanied by a note. "Dress up and apply what's inside. Present yourself to me at 6 pm. Don't be late." I carefully examined the butt plug and inserted it, gritting my teeth as I did so. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel both vulnerable yet turned on - the sensation of being filled was a strange yet welcome new feeling.
I then picked up the ornate silver collar from the bed and gently wrapped it around my neck. The 'A' emblem dangled on my chest, a symbol of my new role and identity.
I checked the time and saw that it was already 5:25 pm. My heart raced with anticipation as I took one last look at myself before leaving my chambers to make my way to Mr. Abacus' room. The long hallway felt like an eternity, but I eventually arrived at his doorstep. I checked the last item, the last gift and hesitated.
It was a chastity, beautiful, but also a grim reminder of who I wasn't allowed to be tonight. Gently, I locked my manhood away and held the key in my gloved hand.
I bit my lower lip at the thought of Mr. Abacus owning my body in this way, but as I slipped the key into my pocket, a sudden sense of excitement coursed through me. Finally, I donned a fresh uniform, ready for the night to begin.
I inhaled deeply and mustered up the courage to knock on his door. Wne in hand, my heart pounded in my chest as I heard rustling on the other side, then finally, the door swung open.
Mr. Abacus stood before me, casually dressed in a silk robe that left little to the imagination and revealed his toned physique beneath.
His hair was artfully tousled, and his eyes were dark with desire as they scanned over my body.
"Ah, the lovely Alexis," he greeted, his voice filled with an arousing roughness. "You're looking ravishing tonight."
I blushed, momentarily at a loss for words as I offered him the bottle of pinot noir with trembling hands. His gaze lingered on my gloved fingertips, before slowly drifting up to meet mine.
"Thank you, Mr. Abacus," I finally managed to stammer out.
"I brought you the wine you requested."
He leaned in to take the bottle from me gently, his fingers brushing against mine. The brief touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body and I could feel my cheeks burning up under his intense gaze.
"Come inside, Alexis," he said, stepping back to make room for me in his chambers. "I have two glasses for us".
I hesitated for a moment, taking one last deep breath before stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn over the windows and only a handful of electric candles flickering on the mantlepiece.
The scent of musk and vanilla filled the air, making my heart pound wildly in my chest.
As Mr Abacus closed the door behind me, I turned to face him, feeling both vulnerable and thrilled by the situation at once.
The collar he had given me gleamed in the candlelight, serving as an elegant reminder of my new role as his submissive. My eyes drifted down to the bulge in his robe and back up to meet his gaze.
He chuckled deeply, a wicked glint in his eye as he took in my nervous excitement.
"You look even more delicious than I imagined," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped closer.
I didn't dare move, paralyzed by uncertainty and fascination as he reached out to brush a loose strand of hair away from my face. His fingertips grazed my cheek softly, my skin prickling with goosebumps in response.
"Relax," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and heavy.
"You're safe here." My chest heaved as I inhaled deeply, trying my best to assuage the unease that had taken root deep within me. "Why don't you pour us some wine?" He motioned to the 3 person sofa in the room. A small table with two glasses in front of it.
I silently poured the wine, trying to steady my hand and avoid spilling it on the expensive table.
Mr Abacus stepped closer still, until his robe brushed against my dress. I could feel his warmth and the rigidness of his desire pressing into me. I stopped pouring the moment I noticed his proximity, feeling a shiver run down my spine at his advance.
"Well done, Alexis," he murmured in my ear, causing me to shiver even more violently than before.
His hand wrapped around my waist, gently pulling me into his embrace, and I could feel him pressing against the curve of my arse. I knew I should fight him off, but the combination of his allure and my own curiosity left me frozen in place.
My chest felt tight, and I found it difficult to breathe as if a thousand tiny hands were wrapped around my throat. My mind raced, struggling to reconcile the surreal experience with reality. Yet, deep down, I craved every filthy second of it.
"Sit and drink with me" he commanded.
I obeyed, allowing him to guide me down in a graceful arc before settling next to me on the sofa. This man knew how to handle power. It leaked from his pores like pheromones.
My thigh brushed against his as I crossed my legs, the touch electrifying and unbearable all at once. I took a deep swallow of wine and focused on the rich flavours.
The deep, earthy taste of the pinot noir slowly ignited a spark in my core, warming me from within. I tried to distract myself from the overwhelming sexual tension that built between us—from the pressure of his hand as it traveled up my thigh—but I couldn't, not entirely.
"Do you the details of my relationship with this house? With the Collins?"
He slid even closer now, our proximity making my breath hitch.
Mr Abacus reached out his hand, gently cupping my cheek and turning me to face him. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the gentle touch of his hand against my skin setting a fire within me. I swallowed hard, trying to push away the rising lust that threatened to overwhelm me.
But it was pointless. My body had already betrayed me the moment I walked into this room. I could feel the wetness seeping through my lace underwear, my nipples straining against the delicate fabric of my bra as they pebbled with desire.
"No sir" I whispered. He smiled and drank another sip.
"I am a close friend and business associate of the Collins. A man who, like Mr. Collins, holds considerable influence. The world is filled with such individuals, Alexis—powerful men who have needs that cannot be met by traditional means. But you already knew that. Tell me do you know what they, what I do for a living?"
As he finished speaking, Mr. Abacus leaned in and placed his glass on the table. He traced his fingers along my collarbone before moving them behind my neck to grasp at the delicate chain attached to my collar.
"No sir"
"Guess" he commanded.
His grip on my collar tightened, the chain digging into my skin. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he leaned in even closer, their lips almost touching. His eyes were filled with a wild hunger and pure desire. I could barely breathe.
"Are you businessmen, sir?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear and excitement coursing through me. Mr Abacus chuckled deeply, his voice husky and low.
"Not exactly, Alexis, guess again" he said, before brushing his fingers against mine in a soft tease.
I took another sip and guessed again.
"Art dealers?" My voice trembled as his hand slid from my neck, tracing down the curve of my shoulder before resting on my thigh. I felt a jolt as he gave it a light squeeze and moved even closer.
"Oh, Miss Thompson, you are adorable" he said, smiling with a hint of amusement. "Your imagination is one asset I'll enjoy exploring further."
My pulse quickened as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I own an exclusive club.
You can say I'm in the business of fulfilling requests, albeit of a more scandalous nature," he confessed, his voice dripping with power and sin. He traced a path along my jawline, sending chills down my spine. My heart skipped a beat as he tugged at the chain attached to my collar, pulling my face inches from his.
"And we produce films. Ms Thompson, do you like films? They're very niche you see. But our main business is experiences."
I swallowed hard, trying to make sense of this new information. "Experiences?" I managed to croak out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Abacus leaned back, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as he lit a cigarette, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," he said casually. "Intimate, immersive experiences that cater to every desire and fetish imaginable. Experiences that are tailored to individual preferences, providing an unforgettable escape from reality".
The thought of being a part of something so illicit was both thrilling and terrifying. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as Mr. Abacus' eyes bore into me, his gaze filled with a mixture of hunger and curiosity.
"Have you ever fantasized about being someone else?" He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.
I hesitated for a moment before admitting that I had indeed entertained such thoughts, especially in the past few days. I had been thrust into a world far removed from my own, forced to confront desires and impulses that I never knew existed. "Or being the centre of attention? At an orgy?" he continued.
"Perhaps you'd like to know what it felt like to have the perfect lover? Or to watch the person you love betray you over and over again?"
His voice was barely a whisper, but the impact of his questions hung heavy in the air. I knew exactly what he meant. I had often fantasized about these things myself—being desired so unabashedly, losing control and giving in to my deepest impulses. And now, here I was, on the precipice of living out those fantasies with a man who held so much power and command. It was intoxicating, and terrifying all at once.
Mr Abacus leaned back on the sofa, his eyes locked onto mine as he continued to smoke languidly. I on the other hand, sipped more wine.
“Or perhaps, you’ve always wanted to feel like a woman, explore femininity in all its forms?”
His words were like a stab to my heart. I involuntarily winced, torn between the strange allure of his proposition and the fear of losing myself completely.
I wondered if he could sense my apprehension. The weight of his gaze bore into me as if trying to pry open my deepest secrets and desires.
"I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He took another drag of his wine and leaned forward, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's okay, Alexis. There's no need to be afraid.
I know this is all new to you, but I promise you, it will be an experience like no other. You have the chance to explore a world beyond your wildest dreams, where every desire can be fulfilled."
My chest felt tight as I tried to process Mr. Abacus' words. I had always been a curious person, but this was a step too far, even for me. Yet the thought of experiencing something new, something completely different from my mundane life, was too tempting to resist.
"You have nothing to worry about," he continued, sensing my hesitation.
He smiled "Perhaps you could be a wife? A stepmother? I might have an opening" he grinned wickly. "My son, is an adult, near your age. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Mr. Abacus asked, his gaze unwavering as I tried to process the idea of pretending to be his son's stepmother. The thought of being in a position of authority and dominance was exhilarating, yet the idea of lying to myself and others made me feel uneasy.
"I'm not sure if I can do that," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Nonsense," Mr. Abacus said, brushing off my concerns with a wave of his hand. "It's just a game, a little role-playing. Do it long enough and it becomes real." I had finished my wine, and set it down. And no sooner he placed his hand on my thigh.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, and then the words that would change my life forever spilled from his lips:
"What if I told you that you could be anyone you want to be, explore any part of yourself that you've been longing for?"
I hesitated, unsure of where he was going with this. But Mr. Abacus did not wait for my response. He continued with a sly smile:
"You might have the body of a man, but what if I told you that you could transform it into something else?
Something that might unlock even more possibilities for you in your life. Perhaps even your deepest fantasies?"
His hand slowly moved up my thigh, as I felt myself getting lost in his words.
I had never thought about what he was proposing before, and yet, I couldn't deny the spark of curiosity that ignited within me.
"What if I told you that you could be a woman? A beautiful, desirable woman that men would lust after?"
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as his words hit me like a punch to the gut.
Me, a woman? The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I glanced down at my hands, imagining them soft and delicate, with long nails like a kept woman's, my body curvy and alluring, the perfect vessel to explore every ounce of my femininity.
But the thought of permanently changing my body, of giving up who I was, was too much to bear. I wasn't ready for such a drastic change, no matter how much the idea appealed to me. How much of me had already changed? I had breasts, a waist, hips...
and now a gorgeous chastity belt that my master had locked away from my manhood. My outward appearance was undeniably feminine, but I could never forget the truth below the surface.
"Mr. Abacus," I began, finding my voice at last, "you must understand that while I'm grateful for this opportunity, I'm not sure if I can fully commit to being someone else.
I have too many responsibilities and expectations to meet as Alexis Thompson."
Mr. Abacus' gaze softened, he laughed briefly and expressed understanding as he leaned back against the sofa. "Alexis, my dear, ever the professional. There is no need to feel pressured into making any decisions right now. You are still able to explore this ultimatum at your own pace."
I couldn't help but feel a slight weight lifted from my chest; I breathed a little easier knowing Mr. Abacus respected my boundaries. Taking another sip of wine, I gathered my courage to continue our conversation.
"That being said" he put down his now empty wine.
He leaned in to meet my gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of tension, control and a hint of lust. "You have a beautiful body and I intend to use it tonight. Call it a trial run. "
I don't want to jump into anything so drastic before I'm ready," I declared, and his smile widened.
"Stop talking."
As if pulled by an unseen force, we were drawn together, lips mere inches apart. Our breaths mingled, hot and heavy with anticipation. Then, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that sent shivers down my spine.
Mr. Abacus' tongue teased the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I opened my mouth, and his tongue delved inside. Our tongues danced together, exploring every crevice of each other's mouths with a fierce passion.
As we kissed, Mr. Abacus' hands roamed over my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He cupped my breast, and I gasped as he kneaded it gently, the lace and satin of my bra providing little barrier between his skin and mine.
I felt my nipples harden under his touch, aching for more.
As we kissed, Mr Abacus' free hand traveled lower, sliding between my legs and pressing against the mound of my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed me through the thin fabric of my lingerie, the heat of his palm radiating into me and making me wetter with every passing second.
He broke our kiss, and moved his lips to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone and back up again. "Turn on the record player and show me how that uniform comes off my love."
Mr. Abacus murmured against my ear with a husky voice, his command echoing in my mind as he reached for the vinyl on the shelf near him.
I complied, feeling my heart race with every stroke of the needle as ""Dance of the Seven Veils"" began to play. The room filled with the soaring strings and seductive melody, and I felt drawn into a trance-like state.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the first button on my blouse, undoing it with a quiet, deliberate ease. Swaying to the music as I went.
My eyes never left Mr. Abacus as I continued to undress, shedding the layers that concealed my body beneath. Each button revealed a little more of my cleavage, the soft curve of my breasts barely contained by the lace and satin bra. I arced my back as I undid the rest of my uniform. My hands moved lower, and I unfastened the belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
I then unzipped my skirt, letting the fabric pool at my feet.
As I stood before him in my lingerie, Mr. Abacus' eyes roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me through hooded lids. His gaze was heavy with desire and a primal need that made my heart race.
He stood up, his robe falling open and revealing his nakedness—a glorious sight to behold. His body was lean and toned, every muscle defined under smooth skin.
A thick, veiny cock jutted out from a shock of dark pubic hair, already swollen and throbbing with need. I licked my lips at the sight of him, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. "Crawl to me" he growled.
The command sent a shiver down my spine and I immediately dropped to my knees.
I crawled towards him like a predator stalking its prey, the music urging me on in a hypnotic dance.
As I reached him, he wrapped his hands in my hair and pulled me in for another bruising kiss.
My hands roamed his body as we kissed, my fingers tracing every rippling muscle, committing the feel of him to memory.
His cock jutted out from his body like a divining rod seeking release.
I was eager to oblige, craving the chance to feel him deep inside me; but first, I wanted to tease him like he had teased me. To make his need burn as hot and bright as mine.
I broke away from our kiss and trailed my tongue down his chest, following the intricate map of muscles that formed a half-moon to his rock-hard abs. I could see beads of sweat forming on his brow as my mouth travelled lower, every flick of my tongue stoking the fire within him.
My lips curved into a smile, my confidence blooming like a flower as I realized the power that coursed through me in this moment.
I was no longer Alexis Thompson, the lowly servant at the beck and call of every wealthy resident on this street. I was a woman—a creature made of desire, of lust incarnate—and he was mine to dominate and command, however I saw fit.
With that thought in mind, I descended further, my tongue sweeping over the crest of his shaft with the barest hint of teeth.
Mr. Abacus hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair as he held me in place.
I took him into my mouth, inch by glorious inch, every vein and ridge imprinted on my tongue as I moaned against him. I felt the heat of his groin on my skin and tasted the musky saltiness of his pre-cum.
I reached up, one hand wrapping around his shaft and the other cupping his balls as they tightened in my palm.
I drew back, my lips and tongue tracing a wet, sinuous trail up the length of him. With my other hand, I teased the head of his cock, spreading the glistening pre-cum that seeped from the tip around its engorged head. He groaned loudly as I continued to circle my tongue around him, relishing the building pleasure he was experiencing.
My free hand traveled upwards, tracing along the ripples and dips of his abdomen, then across his chest. My eyes wandered the room and found the mirrored ceiling. I could see my form crested over Mr Abacus, my black lingerie eating away the light. My thong hiding my plug and chastity from my unseen audience. Finally, I looked up, and my eyes met his.
There was a wild hunger in his gaze, the look of a predator about to claim its prize. I could feel the anticipation growing between us like a living thing, feeding on our desire and lust.
My mouth descended on him again, my head bobbing up and down as I took him deeper inside. I felt him tremble beneath my touch, his breathing quickening as I increased my pace. I wrapped my other hand around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with my rhythmic sucking.
With each upstroke, I grazed my teeth gently against the sensitive skin of his shaft, while the downward glide of my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, teased and tantalized him.
My own desire grew with every moan and gasp that escaped his lips. It was intoxicating, this power I held over him—the ability to bring a man like Mr. Abacus to his knees with nothing but my mouth and my body.
Mr. Abacus fisted handfuls of my hair, guiding me deeper onto his cock.
His thighs tensed, his muscles rippling in the candlelight as I sucked him like a woman possessed. I wanted him to lose control, to feel the same mind-blowing pleasure he had given me time and time again. My nipples hardened beneath the sheer lace of my bra, and heat pooled between my legs, fueling my own insatiable hunger for him.
"Fuck, you're incredible," he grunted, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop.
He tugged me upwards so I was standing, and spun me around to face the mirrored wall.
His hand came down hard on my ass, leaving a burning print on my flesh. "Bend over, Alexis," he growled. I did as he commanded, my chest heaving as I bent forward, placing my hands flat on the sofa.
My heart raced in anticipation as I watched him saunter over to the small table by the record player and pick up a bottle of lube and throw it on the the bed.
He was a god among men, with his bulging muscles and confident swagger. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement wash over me as he approached, my pussy growing wetter with every step he took.
Mr. Abacus wasted no time, picking me up like I was made of feathers. He gripped me tightly
around my waist, and lay me down on the plush velvet cushions of the ornate chaise lounge. My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he spread my legs wide open, commanding me to submit to his touch. I trembled at the weight of authority in his words, shuddering under his grasp as his lips crushed mine in another deep kiss.
His hands explored my curves, squeezing my breasts gently and tracing a path down my sides until they rested on my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh with just enough pressure to leave bruises.
I moaned into his mouth as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands wandering lower until they found the waistband of my thong. With a quick flick of his fingers, the fabric snapped against my skin before he tugged it down my legs, throwing it aside without a second thought.
Mr. Abacus broke our kiss and stood up, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed body. He took in the curve of my breasts, the flare of my hips, and the crystal gem that currently gated my pussy like a delicious secret waiting to be unlocked.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Alexis," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Without warning, he dropped to his knees and leaned forward. I cried out as his tongue made contact with my exposed balls, licking and flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. He slid two fingers around my butt plug, and curled them upward, finding that sensitive spot that made my legs tremble.
As he worked me over with his mouth and hands, I could feel myself building towards an orgasm that threatened to shatter my very being.
I gripped the edge of the chaise lounge with white-knuckled intensity, my eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy. "Fuck!" I cried out, my hips bucking wildly as he brought me closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. Just as I was about to topple over the edge, he pulled away, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
He stood up and positioned himself between my legs, his cock jutting out like a weapon. "You want this?" he asked, grabbing his shaft and giving it a few quick strokes.
The tip glistened with wetness, and I couldn't help but stare at it hungrily.
"Yes," I panted, my voice ragged and needy. "Please, yes."
Mr. Abacus lined himself up with my chastity, teasing me by dragging the head of his cock over the cage. I whimpered as he did this, desperate for him to fill me up completely. Rather than show me how much larger his manhood was than mine. Or Mr Collin's for that matter.
"You're dripping wet for me," he murmured approvingly. Noticing the pre-cum leaking from my cage.
He chuckled with a wicked delight. "You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?"
I nodded eagerly, biting my lower lip as I felt myself grow slicker at the thought of him taking me roughly.
"Beg for it."
My eyes snapped up to meet his, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. But that only fueled my desire further. "Please, Mr. Abacus," I pleaded. "Fuck me hard.
I want to feel every inch of you inside me," I whispered, my voice shaking with need.
Mr. Abacus smirked and leaned down to capture my nipple with his mouth, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. My back arched off the chaise lounge as he continued to torment my breasts, twisting and pulling on the other nipple while his free hand slid down my stomach to tease my sensitive flesh through the gem-encrusted cage.
I moaned in frustration, desperate for more.
Mr Abacus knew exactly what he was doing to me, pushing me right to the edge before pulling back.
He continued to kiss down my torso, gently nibbling at my hips and thighs. I was a writhing mess beneath him, desperately reaching for release.
His tongue darted out, tracing the lines of my gem-encrusted cage with slow, teasing strokes. His fingers rubbed tight little circles around the bead on my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
I moaned and bucked my hips, desperate for more of his touch. I wanted him to slip a finger inside me, to feel myself stretching around him. To relieve the pressure that had built up inside me, but he continued the maddening tease.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to touch me, please."
In response, Mr. Abacus merely smirked and slipped his fingers lower, tracing the outline of the gem-encrusted plug that gated my rosebud.
With a flick of his thumb, the gem glinted brilliantly in the soft candlelight—a constant reminder that I belonged to him and nobody else.
"Please," I begged, my voice desperate with need. "Take it out, I want to feel you inside me."
Abacus chuckled lowly before teasing me with the tip of his tongue circled around my hole. "Beg for it, slut," he growled as he slid a single digit along my crack, pausing at the plug before continuing.
"Please, Mr. Abacus," I whined, my skin prickling with need as he toyed with me. "I wanna feel you in me. Please."
At my plea, he chuckled and began rubbing the plug slowly, using one hand to pinch and roll my erect nipple. He paid attention to each tightly wound bud on my chest like a skilled pianist plucking strings in harmonious melody.
I felt my hips buck, trying to find friction without the assistance of his lips or fingers on my cage. He gave me what I wanted though, his fingers slid around the plug, gripping it. As if in slow motion he teased it out. And I savoured each tremor that came as it slid free.
My body ached from the previous teasing, and now it was more than ready for something new. I stared at him, biting my lip in a mix of nervousness and excitement. He paused for a moment, drinking me in with those dark eyes before turning his attention to the lube on the bedside table. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard the squelch of the bottle and felt a renewed sense of panic wash over me.
"Can we... take this slow?" I asked softly.
He chuckled and ignored me. Pressing his face inbetween my rear cheeks, his stubble tickling my skin. He found my rosebud and began to consume it lovingly.
His tongue made slow circles around the entrance, before delving in and out in a torturously slow pace. I groaned at the feeling of him exploring my hidden depths, my hips bucking slightly as he increased his pressure while still keep the languid pace.
As if on cue, Mr. Abacus slicked up his fingers with lubricant and gently pressed one digit against my entrance. He waited for me to relax and give a small nod, before slowly pushing it inside me.
I swallowed hard as I felt the intrusion, a mix of discomfort and pleasure coursing through my veins.
He took his time, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled in such an intimate way. With every gentle thrust, he went deeper, until his entire finger was buried inside me.
I couldn't help but moan with each stroke, my eyelids fluttering closed as he worked his magic on me. The feeling of him owning my hole sent a thrill down my spine unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
It was as if he owned every part of me and I could do nothing but surrender to his touch. With each slow thrust, my body stretched and adjusted, the initial discomfort fading away, replaced by a growing sense of fullness and pleasure.
My hips began to move in time with his thrusts, grinding against him as I felt myself grow increasingly more wet from his tongue. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the room, blending seamlessly with the music that continued to play in the background.
He grunted and suddenly lifted me into the air. I found myself face to face with his erect member. It was hot and proud, keen for more attention. I was suspended by his great strength in a 69 position, though my cage made it a more one-sided affair.
My legs wrapped around his shoulders and his hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin.
His erect member bobbed inches from my lips, and I couldn't help but stare it down with anticipation. The bead of pre-cum on the tip glistened like a diamond in the dimmed light of the room.
"Go ahead," Mr. Abacus encouraged, with his off hand.
I swallowed hard before leaning in and pressing my lips to the tip of his cock.
The taste of salt and musk filled my mouth as I took him deeper into my throat, swirling my tongue around his shaft.
Mr. Abacus groaned above me, his fingers tightening on my hips as I sucked him off with reckless abandon. My mind raced as I felt him grow harder and larger in my mouth, the rhythm of his thrusts growing faster and more urgent. With every thrust, his cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag softly around him.
Upside down I finally fathomed his size, erect it could almost support my weight. The idea of this being inside me suddenly scare me. It would tear me apart!
But the thought of stopping was even more unbearable. I wanted him. No, I needed him. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but my body knew exactly what it yearned for.
I angled myself lower, taking him deeper into my throat. My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly as I sucked and licked with wild abandon. I had always been submissive in bed, but something about this moment made me feel empowered, untamed even.
The sensation of him filling me up completely was overwhelming, but I craved more. I felt a crashing sensation as I realised he was placing me onto the bed. He on top of me, face fucking me now.
His hips thrust in a punishing rhythm, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I tried to use my hands to slow his pace, but quickly he responded, holding me down to continue his relentless pace. My eyes started to tear up as he roughly held onto my hair, pushing me down harder and faster.
I could feel his cock swell, signaling his impending release. He groaned loudly as he pulled out of my mouth and swiftly flipped me over so I was on all fours. He didn't waste any time before slamming his cock deep inside me, causing me to scream out in sheer pleasure and pain from his unexpected roughness. I squealed, as he was so muc bigger than anything I'd had before. My rosebud was struggling to accommodate such a girthy invader.
He cradled is arms around me, pausing the tempo. With one hand he filled my mouth with fingers and began to growl.
I could feel his erect member twitching inside me, as if anticipating the moment it would be my undoing. The sensation sent a thrill down my spine and I pushed myself back onto him, eager to feel him in me even deeper.
"You like that, you dirty little whore?" he growled, his voice guttural with desire. He thrust deeper into me, causing me to moan around his fingers. I couldn't respond with words, so I nodded eagerly. This only made him thrust harder into me.
I screamed in agony, the sound lost in my mouth as he continued to fill it with his fingers. He began to thrust faster and harder into me, the sounds of our flesh slapping together filling the room. I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tension in my body building with every thrust.
Just as I thought I was about to fall over the edge, Mr. Abacus pulled out of me completely. I whimpered in protest, desperate for him to continue. Or to have it end. He chuckled darkly before pulling his hand out of my mouth and flipping me over onto my back.
My body was trembling from the intense pleasure he had just given me. I felt completely at his mercy, and the thought made my heart race even faster.
With a wicked grin, he spread my legs wide open and dove his member between them once again. His hand s
This time, he didn't hold back. He thrust himself into me with wild abandon, our bodies slapping together in a fevered dance of pleasure and pain. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his size, but the sensation only served to fuel my building arousal. Mr. Abacus seemed to sense this and began to piston his hips faster, his member hitting that sweet spot inside me that made me see stars.
He leaned down and captured my nipple with his mouth, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue.
I arched my back with a gasp, my fingers instinctively reaching for his hair. But there was not just hair to be found – only smooth, warm skin that stretched taut over hard muscle. His mastery of my body was both thrilling and humiliating, and the contrast only served to heighten my arousal.
"You like that, slut?" he growled against my skin, his breath hot and heavy against me. I could feel the rumble of his voice in the depths of my chest, vibrating through me like an electric shock.
It was maddening, the way he could bring me to the brink of insanity with his words alone. I struggled against him, my gloved hand digging into his skin, but any pain I caused was drowned out in a wave of pleasure as his hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into me.
"Say it," he growled, biting down on my earlobe. "Tell me you like it."
I wanted to resist him; I wanted to deny him the satisfaction of hearing me succumb to his demands. But my body had other ideas.
It arched and writhed beneath him, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
"You like it, don't you?" he growled, teeth clenched in ecstasy. "Say it."
With a strangled moan, I whispered: "Yes, I LOVE it."
It was the truth, and we both knew it. In this moment, there was no point denying the raw attraction that burned between us like a wildfire.
It was intoxicating, and I felt myself growing more and more addicted to it with each passing second. I had never felt this way before, but I knew that I needed more of him. I wanted him to own me completely, to make me his in every way possible.
With a growl, Mr. Abacus pulled out of me once again, leaving my body feeling empty and bereft. But the relief was short-lived as he grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto all fours in one swift motion.
I felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, my ass presented to him like a ripe fruit ready to be plucked.
Mr. Abacus wasted no time in taking advantage of my vulnerability. He positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I could feel myself growing wetter at the thought of him taking me like this, claimed me completely. He had taken this moment to reapply lube, as if he actually needed it. A part of me cooed at the thought of him looking after me.
With a thrust of his hips, he was inside me, filling me up in one swift motion. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body still sensitive from our previous activities.
But the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of me, his hips slapping against my ass with every movement.
"You feel so good, Alexis," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he took me from behind.
I could only moan in response, unable to form coherent words as he filled me up completely. It was a strange sensation, feeling so completely possessed by him like this. But at the same time, it was thrilling. I had never felt so desired, so wanted before. While my old cock, useless in its cage lept to a fro uselessly. In this position, his testicles slapped loundly into mine with cruel abandon. Fighting with the sound of my cheeks crashing into his body again and again and again.
His hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed passionately.
It was a heady sensation, and I couldn't get enough of it. My hips moved in time with Mr. Abacus' thrusts, meeting him eagerly as he filled me up again and again. He reached around and began to play with my nipple, tweaking it between his fingers and sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
"You like that, you little slut?" he growled, biting down on my shoulder as he continued to thrust into me.
His hand still wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air but just enough to remind me who was in control.
"Yes," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. "More."
I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, sweat dripping from our foreheads as we chased after our release. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, my muscles clenching around him as I prepared for the inevitable explosion of pleasure. But Mr. Abacus had other plans.
He slowed his thrusts, letting me catch my breath and prolonging the agony of my impending climax. I whimpered in frustration, clawing at the sheets as he denied me what I wanted.
"Shh, it's okay," he murmured soothingly in my ear, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. His still-hard cock slipped out of me, leaving an empty ache in its wake.
But the pain was short-lived as Mr. Abacus slowly, gently began to work his fingers between my legs.
I already knew I was soaked, an almost cruel reminder of the power he had over me.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with pleasure. "Do you want me to make you come?"
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