Chapter 3: Consolidation
As dawn crept across the Oxfordshire countryside, the light bathed Alexis Thompson's newly bared skin. He stirred beneath the plush bedcovers, reaching out to feel the unfamiliar smoothness along his arms.
It was a shock to realize that less than 72 hours ago he'd been as hairy as any other young man.
Little did Alexis suspect the true cost of their help.
Alexis glanced over at the closed bathroom door where his transformation had taken place. A shiver of apprehension ran down his spine as he recalled the humiliating process of hair removal, the esthetician's rough touch, and the burning ache after being waxed and buffed everywhere. It left his once masculine body soft, vulnerable, and completely hairless.
A cream to prevent his facial hair from growing for six months was applied after the hair removal process. He had never felt so exposed, so objectified, and yet also strangely thrilling.
Dressed in a silk robe, Alexis made his way downstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Collins were waiting for him in the study, their expressions unreadable.
"Alexis, my dear," began Mr. Collins, as he rose from behind the mahogany desk.
"We trust your preparations have gone smoothly."
His eyes roamed over Alexis' now smooth, boyish form. A mix of pride and desire flickered across his stern face.
"Yes, sir," Alexis replied in a whisper. "Everything's just as you asked."
Mrs. Collins watched the exchange, swirling her brandy with an air of practiced seduction. She wore a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure and left little to the imagination.
Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, her smoky eyes appraising Alexis with a calculating glance. A cruel twist of her lips betrayed her delight at having him so completely within her grasp.
"Your new identity awaits," she finally spoke, gesturing toward a set of lingerie, stockings, and heels artfully laid out with a neatly folded black dress on the plush chaise lounge nearby. Along with some plastic items he didn't recognise.
Alexis hesitated, his heart pounding.
"Please, madam, may I have a moment to collect myself?"
"Of course, darling," Mrs. Collins crooned, a wicked glint in her eyes. "There's no rush." Yet she watched him hungrily, like a cat.
He picked up the delicate silk lingerie, feeling its softness against his fingertips. The garments were a dark satin black, which complemented his blue eyes perfectly. With trembling hands, he slid on the stockings and fastened the garter belt around his waist. He then carefully stepped into the lace panties and slid the matching bra over his bare chest.
The lingerie felt foreign against his now bare skin, but also oddly comforting. Alexis felt a strange thrill, realizing how vulnerable and open he was to whatever Mrs. Collins had planned next.
As if sensing his unease, Mrs. Collins sauntered towards him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floor. She stopped just a few inches away, invading his personal space, her warm breath caressing his neck.
"Relax, darling," she whispered seductively in his ear.
"I promise, you'll enjoy this."
Mrs. Collins placed her hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him to his knees. He fought the instinct to resist, surrendering himself to her will. His knees sank into the plush rug beneath, his hands braced against his bare thighs.
"Or at least I will" she cooed, before moving behind him.
With one swift motion, she wrapped a silk blindfold around his eyes. The world went black, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
With no visual input to focus on, his senses heightened, straining to hear every soft rustle and faint whisper. A cool draft drifted across his newly sensitive skin, raising goosebumps along his arms.
Mrs. Collins came to stand before him once more; her sharp heels clicked against the wooden floor, echoing in the almost silent room. She brushed her fingers over his eyebrows, lightly tracing their shape. Her thumb glided over his cheekbone, mapping out its contours. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him.
A feminine man in black lingerie, heels kneelling blindfolded.
He knew this was just the beginning, and his body was already responding to her touch.
"Quiet now, darling," she whispered, her voice close to his ear. "We wouldn't want anyone interrupting our fun, would we?"
He nodded, unable to find his voice. He felt her hands play with his hair, running her fingers through his now soft locks. She tugged gently on the strands, pulling his head back slightly. He gasped at the sudden sensation of vulnerability and arousal that flooded through him.
Mrs.
Collins didn't waste any time. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting out to taste him. The kiss was hungry, demanding and he responded eagerly, parting his lips to let her in.
Her hands wandered over his chest, tracing the lines of his lacy bra, the pads of her fingers lingering on his nipples. He moaned into her mouth as she tweaked them gently, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his cock.
"That's right, darling," she whispered against his lips. "Let go.
Surrender," she murmured, her voice filled with sensual promise and dark intent.
Alexis obeyed even as a hot surge of trepidation combined with arousal coursed through him, knowing that this would mark the point of no return. Part of him wanted to struggle against her, to protect the remnants of who he once was not that long ago. But another part of him, the one that had been starved of genuine intimacy, craved the connection, and the strange new experiences she presented to him.
Mrs. Collins smirked as she felt his cock press, already rigid, against her hip. She rocked gently against him, grinding her hips down, letting him feel the heat of her core through the layers of their clothes, teasing him further.
She pulled back to let loose a trail of hot kisses down his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging ever so slightly into his flesh as she held him in place, like a predator with its prey.
Again she pulled his hair, his head tilted back. Her tongue traced his neck, and as he gasped he felt something press against his mouth.
A ball gag. Mrs. Collins' husky voice murmured instructions as she fastened it in place.
"I think we'll begin with you gagged, darling. That way you can't interrupt me with your incessant chatter."
He whimpered softly as she trailed her fingers down his newly smooth chest, her nails lightly scratching at his sensitive skin. Alexis felt so vulnerable then, unsure of what would happen next. He wanted to push her away, to run, but his body betrayed him with a hot rush of desire. Instead he submitted further as she pulled his hands behind him.
Mrs. Collins secured them together with a pair of soft handcuffs. Judgding form their delicate form, they too were satin like his blindfold. He tested the bonds only to quickly be slapped.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Mrs. Collins moved lower. She ran her fingers through the thick patch of hair above his cock, a playful smile on her lips as she meticulously shaved it away. Alexis shuddered at the sensation, his lips parted in anticipation of what was to come. Once she'd removed every last strand, Mrs.
Collins admired her handiwork. Her fingers traced a tender path up his now bare and vulnerable shaft, eliciting a shudder from Alexis. He couldn't help but writhe beneath her touch, even with the ball gag muffling his cries.
"Well aren't you a pretty sight," she crooned.
She then reached for something on the table nearby: a strange, plastic device attached to a metal ring. It took Alexis a moment to realize what it was.
A cock cage.
The realization made Alexis' breath hitch, his eyes widening in fear and arousal behind the silk blindfold. The sheer audacity of what they were about to do filled him with trepidation and intense curiosity. Mrs. Collins ran her fingers over the cold metal, gently tracing the bars before moving to lock it around the base of his cock and balls.
Instinctively, Alexis tried to pull away, but Mrs. Collins held him firmly in place.
"Relax, my dear," she purred, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Let me take this opportunity to tell you about your responsibilties during your employment here.."
With a deft touch, she secured the cage in place, tighter than he thought possible. He groaned as she tested its locking mechanism, ensuring it was tight and secure. The cold metal against his most intimate flesh sent shivers down his spine, the initial fear soon giving way to a strange mix of pleasure and confusion. This chaste maiden had somehow transformed him into her slave, her plaything. Even with the gag in place, he couldn't help but wonder what more awaited him.
Mrs.
Collins' fingers danced across his chest, tracing the outline of his lingerie as she circled around him. She made sure to let her dress brush his skin tantalizingly close. He could smell her perfume, a strong musky scent that left him dizzy and disoriented.
Mrs. Collins came to a stop behind him, leaning close so he could feel her breath against his ear.
"I want you to know," she purred, "your body belongs to me now."
With delicate precision, Mrs.
Collins pressed her lips against the shell of Alexis' ear.
"You'll do exactly as I say, when I say it," she whispered, punctuating each word with a quick nip at his earlobe.
The threat alone sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through Alexis' body. The fear he initially felt had dissipated, replaced by a strange hunger for more and more. Unable to beg for mercy or speak his mind, the ball gag still firmly in place, Alexis could do little but nod eagerly in submission.
Mrs. Collins continued "You will contribute to the cleaning of the house, in uniform. You will be caged at all times unless we permit otherwise. You will not be sexual in any fashion without our permission. And you will obey myself at all times without objections. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Collins demanded, nails digging into the tender flesh of his shoulder.
Alexis nodded frantically, but Mrs Collins ignored it.
"I'm sorry? I can't hear you"
Mrs. Collins mocked, her voice dripping with disdain.
She stood up and walked around him. Alexis' heart raced in his chest as he felt her gaze upon his body. Her hands gently ran over the lace of his satin bra before tugging at the garter belt that held his stockings in place and slapping one of his bare ass cheeks, causing him to yelp behind the gag.
"I said, do you understand?" She repeated, this time emphasizing each word with a harder slap to his skin, leaving red imprints behind.
Alexis moaned in aggreement.
His head bowed in submission, his breaths growing heavy with desperation. He couldn't speak but Mrs. Collins seemed to understand his compliance regardless.
She leaned in, whispering seductively in his ear, "Good boy."
Mrs. Collins then made her way back around to face him. He could feel the warmth of her body as she stood just inches away and he shuddered involuntarily at the image she painted in his mind and the current predicament of his own body.
Mrs. Collins ran a finger down his cheek, tracing his jawline and taking in the sight of him - her maid, kneeling before her and utterly exposed to her desires.
"I'm glad we understand each other," she mused with a cruel grin. "Now, where were we?"
Mrs. Collins placed both hands on either side of his face, pulling him upwards, forcing him to keep eye contact with her as she lowered her lips closer to his. Their breath intermingled, a heady mix of anticipation and lust. But the ball gag kept them apart.
Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded behind Alexis...
his mind reeled at the situation he had found himself in, despite the gag muffling his cries. A fresh wave of desire crashed over him as his straining erection pressed against the unforgiving confines of the cock cage.
The footsteps grew louder, drawing nearer. It was Mr. Collins entering the room. He could sense the man's presence without even laying eyes on him. The anticipation alone made Alexis tremble from head to toe, unsure of what to expect next, but knowing that it would be unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
He could hear the rustle of Mr. Collins' clothes as he approached, a heady mixture of lust and fear filling him.
Mr. Collins didn't waste time with preamble or conversation; instead, his hand reached out and firmly grasped hold of Alexis' hair, pulling his head back and dragging him across the room. Alexis struggled to keep up, shuffling on his knees.
"When Mrs Collins asks for something you obey without hestiation"
Muffled moans escaped Alexis' throat, vibrating against the ball gag. Mr. Collins released him with a taunting grin before moving down to tweak his nipples through the lace bra. Alexis couldn't help but whimper, his head arching back in pleasure-pain as Mr. Collins continued teasing and kneading his sensitive buds.
"I see you're enjoying yourself already," Mr. Collins rasped against Alexis' ear.
"I bet you'd like to come, wouldn't you?" he taunted.
Alexis moaned, but he wasn't sure if it was in agreement.
"But not yet," he murmured. "We have plenty of time to play."
His hands wandered down Alexis' chest, stopping to caress the lace bra covering his nipples. Alexis couldn't help but shiver at the sensation, his body begging for release.
He desperately wanted to beg, to plead for relief, but the ball gag muffled any words that came to mind.
Mr. Collins smirks at Alexis' reaction, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between them. He then kneels in front of Alexis and reaches down to unbutton his trousers. With a swift motion, he pulls out his own hard cock and strokes it slowly, as if teasing Alexis with what was to come.
"Bet you wish you could touch this," Mr. Collins said with a low chuckle.
He wrapped a hand around Alexis' throat, squeezing just tight enough to make Alexis feel vulnerable and utterly captive to Mr. Collins' whims. Mr. Collins then leaned in closer, his breath hot against Alexis' cheek as he spoke in a low voice.
"Get on the sofa, and lie over my knees"
Alexis shuddered at the words, unable to move or speak as he was held immobile by the man who now owned him.
With sheer force and raw dominance, Mr. Collins overpowered him with ease. As he complied, he could feel the cool fabric of Mr. Collins' trousers against his naked hot skin, raising goosebumps.
His dark hair spilled over his face as Mr. Collins tugged at it, forcing him over the older man. In that moment, the depth of submission became crystal clear. He was now a toy for the Collins couple to use and discard, whenever they desired; a submissive plaything made to cater to their every sexual whim.
"Arse up and present"
Mr. Collins commanded, and Alexis quickly complied.
He felt the man's calloused hands caress his bare arse cheeks roughly, before spanking them, turning them a lovely shade of pink. The stinging pain combined with the humiliation of being treated like this made Alexis moan helplessly behind the gag.
Mercilessly, Mr. Collins continued to spank him, raining down slap after slap on his delicate skin, leaving handmarks that lingered, a testament to the man's dominance over him.
Each strike forced a gasp or moan from Alexis, who wriggled helplessly over Mr. Collins' lap.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh only served to heighten the erotic atmosphere of the scene. Sweat dripped down Alexis' forehead as he gave himself over to the experience, letting go of the last remnants of his old life and embracing his new role as a cross-dressing submissive maid.
Mr. Collins' hand came crashing down on his vulnerable arse cheeks once more, causing another wave of pain to radiate through Alexis' body. The sensation was overwhelming, yet he couldn't deny that it made him feel alive and desired in a way he never had before.
Mrs. Collins watched the scene unfold with a twisted smile of satisfaction on her face, as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her eyes alight with excitement. She reveled in the power of controlling her young employee and watching him squirm beneath their dominant grip.
It was a game to her and one she took every opportunity to exploit.
Mr. Collins paused his spanking, giving Alexis a moment to catch his breath before resuming it with a relentless force. The pleasure-pain heightened every sensation in Alexis' body, his skin tingling from head to toe. He moaned into the ball gag, his mind reeling from the overwhelming onslaught of sensations.
"I think its time for your suppository"
Mr. Collins declared, his tone commanding and filled with dark intent.
Mrs. Collins removed the gag, allowing Alexis to take in a ragged breath as he gulped down air, shaking his head frantically from side to side. "No, please! I-I can't," he stammered, fear seeping into his voice.
Mr. Collins chuckled lowly, an evil glint in his eye as he reached for the lubricated suppository on the side table. It was large enough to mimic a real shaft, thick and blue.
"Of course you can, my dear maid. After all, you belong to us now," Mr. Collins said with a raised eyebrow. He forced the slippery suppository into Alexis' tight hole and the young man winced at its intrusive size. While Mrs Collins pry his cheeks apart.
Mr. Collins wrapped his arm around Alexis' chest, tugging him back against his firm build, his cock pressing firmly against Alexis' lower back. The suppository was filling him slowly, expanding him bit by bit, heating every inch of his insides.
Mrs. Collins, still behind him, reached around Alexis' body, grasping his tied wrists to further restrain him.
"Take it in, it will make you more woman like. You'll love it" she cooed.
Mr. Collins growled in Alexis' ear, demanding he give in to the pleasure coursing through him.
"Relax, you little slut. Just enjoy the feeling of fullness," Collins demanded, biting down on Alexis' earlobe.
Alexis cried out, his hole stretching wider as Mr Collins thrust the suppository deeper within him. The burn was intense, but so were the waves of pleasure coursing through him. As his body adjusted to the invading object, those waves only became stronger.
Mrs Collins chuckled and let go of his bound wrists, running her hands down his hips and glaced as the bottom of the invade disapeared. Pushed in by her husbands fingers.
The intrusion was overwhelming, leaving Alexis writhing and moaning beneath them as they explored his body.
Mr. Collins, with a sadistic grin on his face, began to plunge the invader in and out of him. His movements reflected in Alexis's shuddering breaths, the pain melting into something far more carnal. It was a strange sensation - something he couldn't quite comprehend but craved nonetheless.
A bead of sweat trickled down Mr. Collins' forehead as he ravished Alexis' body with an improvised toy.
Alexis couldn't help but groan, feeling every nerve in his body come alive with pleasure.
Mrs. Collins watched the two men before her, smiling wickedly at the scene unfolding. She loved seeing Alexis squirm and writhe beneath her husband's touch, completely under their power to do with as they pleased. It was a sight that never failed to excite her, one that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her own body.
She reached down, slowly sliding her hand into her own panties. To take in the moment.
She could feel herself growing wetter by the second as she watched him struggle against their control, only to surrender to it time and time again. Mrs. Collins began to stroke herself in earnest, her eyes never leaving the spectacle before her.
"Oh, Alexis, you look so beautiful like that," she whispered, almost to herself. Her fingers moved faster, her breaths growing more shallow as her pleasure built.
She could feel her climax approaching, and she wanted nothing more than to reach it while watching her husband take full advantage of this young, submissive man.
"You're mine now, Alexis," she panted, her voice husky with desire. "Both of us. You belong to the Collinses."
She watched as Mr. Collins continued to thrust the makeshift toy in and out of Alexis, his own breaths growing labored as his climax neared.
Alexis could only whimper and squeal as the man ravished him, the foreign sensation inside of him both alarming and arousing.
Mr. Collins' fingers dug into the soft flesh of Alexis' hips, pulling him further back against his body. He grunted as he reached his peak, filling Alexis with his release in a final, dominant thrust. Mrs. Collins watched with rapt attention, her own fingers diving between her thighs as she brought herself to climax with a shuddering gasp.
She growled with the delight as the medical invader disapeared within Alexis. Her husband withdrew his fingers to find it had been accepted by Alexis's rosebud. As intended.
, it had opened his path. And with it one step to their goals was made. The device was full of hormones that would change Alexis into something more to their liking.
Something softer, more feminine. Mr. Collins pulled back and watched as the liquid lubircant seeped into Alexis's hole with a twisted delight in his eyes.
"Now, my dear maid," Mr. Collins crooned in a mocking tone, "it's time for you to truly embrace your responsibilites."
Mrs. Collins stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with desire as she looked at her husband's handiwork. She leaned down and captured Alexis's lips in a bruising kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue. Quickly she tore off his blindfold.
Her nails dug into his thighs as she pinned him down beneath her, desperate to claim him fully as hers. When she pulled away, they were both breathing heavily.
"Let's see how well you can serve us now," Mrs. Collins growled, her eyes alight with lust and a hint of cruelty.
She stood up and stripped off her dress in one swift motion, revealing her full nakedness beneath. She was beautiful in a way that made Alexis's breath catch in his throat - tall and voluptuous, with curves in all the right places.
Her skin was smooth and pale, glowing softly in the dim light of the room. And her breasts, large and firm, were begging to be touched, to be worshipped.
Mrs. Collins stood before him, naked and proud, and Alexis couldn't help but feel a surge of desire so strong that it took his breath away.
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice low and sultry.
Alexis obeyed without hesitation, sinking down onto the plush carpet beneath him as he gazed up at his mistress in awe. Mrs.
Collins' body was a work of art, her nipples perked with excitement and anticipation. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Kneeling before her as she desired, Alexis felt his cock twitch against the unforgiving metal of his cage. The suppository still lodged deep within him added to this carnal desire for release, yet it remained denied to him under Mrs. Collins' command.
Mrs. Collins smiled wickedly at him before smiling.
"go into the corner, kneel and watch"
She commanded with a flick of her wrist. He scrambled to obey, crawling over to the corner of the room, and pressing his back against the cool plastered wall.
Mrs Collins got on all fours, and like a cat stalking her prey, stalked towards her spouse.
Her perfect, perky breasts bounced slightly with each movement, nipples already erect and begging for attention.
She reached down and slowly spread her legs wide, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy, already wet with arousal.
Alexis couldn't help but stare, his own cock straining against its cage at the sight of her.
He couldn't believe that he was here, watching this powerful woman pleasure herself just meters away from him. But she crawled onto the loung and began to under Mr Collins pants.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she slowly tugged them down, revealing his already erect cock. It was large and girthy. A far cry from Alexis's own.
Mrs Collins' eyes gleamed with excitement as she wrapped her hand around its base, giving it a firm squeeze before leaning in to take him into her mouth.
Her lips parted, taking him in inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Mr Collins' spine. She began to move her head back and forth, taking him deeper with every thrust.
Mrs. Collins knew exactly how to please a man, her mouth working in sync with her hand. Mr. Collins groaned and threw his head back, fisting his hands in her hair.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, thrusting deeper into her throat.
Mrs. Collins looked up at him through her lashes, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort. She was in control now, expertly wielding the power she held over her husband and Alexis both.
Her fingers wrapped around Mr. Collins' cock, guiding it in and out of her mouth with practiced ease.
Alexis watched, entranced by the sight of this powerful, dominant woman taking charge. He could see pre-cum glistening on the tip of Mr. Collins' cock, could hear the wet sounds of Mrs. Collins' mouth working as she sucked and licked him greedily.
"That's it," Mr. Collins growled, his hips moving in time with Mrs. Collins' movements. "Fuck, you're so good at that."
Mrs.
Collins' tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum with a wicked grin.
"Now, my dear Alexis," she said, rising up to her knees and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You've seen how it's done. You may leave us." Mrs Collins dismisses him without even a glance back, her attention solely on her husband. "And don't forget to clean yourself thoroughly," she adds before Alexis walked out behind the closed door, leaving Alexis to ponder his new reality. His hands were still tied behind his back, and his nakedness present.
Hours later, after a thorough scrubbing and shaving session, Alexis finds the suppository has gone.
The sensation of fullness was replaced with an emptiness that only served as a painful reminder of his new reality.
As he crawls back to the main bedroom, he could hear the soft moans and sighs coming from beyond the door. His body trembles at the thought of re-entering that space and serving once again as their personal plaything.