Bound to Serve

Thank you - Lulu.

Lulu’s parents had been away for two weeks, I had been graced with fourteen fantastic days with the free run of their delightful residence and most importantly I'd had their precious daughter at my disposal 24 hours a day. I had waited months for such an opportunity and I had intended to use every minute of those valuable days finalising the conversion of Lulu from an anonymous office drone into something rather special - perverting her away from Mummy and Daddy’s planned destiny of boring marriage with brats and a brainless husband into my personal, obedient, devoted, slutslave. 

Mummy and Daddy returned in two days, tonight would be special. Lulu served me my glass of wine on a silver tray. She was dressed in her 'entertaining at home' outfit I had designed, a black silky halter neck top (no bra), a matching short black pleated skirt that reached just below her stocking tops, heavy black suspenders, black seamed stockings, a black lace g-string and of course five inch stilettos. She had on way too much make up and looked deliciously whorish. As she bent for me to take the glass I drank in the sight of her fantastic cleavage - mine all mine. Lulu removed the try and carried on tidying as I'd instructed, she moved about the lounge tidying the objects I had deliberately placed around the room. I caught glimpses of her thighs and buttocks, as she teasingly bent and stretched over her chores. When she was obliged to bend over to pick up and sort through the pornographic photos I had spread out over the floor, she placed her feet slightly apart and bent from the hip allowing me the full view or her supurb legs and ass. Her buttocks, framed beautifully by her stocking tops and garter belt, slightly parted to reveal the delicate black lace of her g-string that captured her sex in it’s flimsy material.

Initially Lulu had held the tedious standard female aversion to pornographic images but over the fortnight she had become more and more interested in my porn collection, as certain images began to chime with her new experiences as my slut. There were a little group of photos that especially appealed to her; one photo showed a blonde girl tied wrists to ankles, a log pole spreads her legs wide apart at the knees, she was gagged with a large red ball gag, her cunt was shaved and gaped open invitingly, another picture showed a girl being fucked by a dominatrix with a strap on dildo whilst a man’s cock was forced into her mouth, there was a picture of two girls being fucked by a black guy with a huge double-ended dildo. I had found her poring over the pictures in her bedroom, moaning and rubbing her clit breathlessly whispering, ’oh..look at these horny sluts...oh they look so gorgeous... oh..oh..I love this picture, look at her cunt it looks soo juicy, such dirty,dirty sluts’. I allowed her the luxury of wanking herself off over the pictures as I obliged her to allow me to video her breathless little performances for my friends viewing pleasure at a later date, otherwise Lulu was strictly forbidden to touch her, cunt, anus, breasts or nipples. 

I sipped my wine and contemplated the next stages in Lulu’s descent into my slutworld. I felt my cock hardening and told Lulu to undress down to her garter belt and g-string. She had become trained to respond quickly and in two seconds she presented herself to me having neatly folded her skimpy halter top and mini skirt on the sideboard. I had picked up some lengths of discarded wire from a rubbish dump thinking that they would make a great training bra for Lulu’s tits. I began by trussing her wrists between her shoulder blades, Lulu’s shoulders were very supple and I was able, over the two weeks, to gradually force her wrists higher and higher up between her shoulder blades. A postion we had named 'The Fly' - as Lulu abhored flies so anything that equated her to that loathsome creature was humiliating, exciting and also it did actually make her hyper flexed arms look a little like the folded wings of a fat Bluebottle. Lulu grunted a little as I twisted the wire around her wrists, but considering her position I allowed it. I flexed another length around her elbows and drew them together tightly, from the front Lulu looked as though she’d had both her arms amputated. I collected her breasts up in my hands and gently squeezed them, Lulu’s eyes closed and her lips parted. I spent a little time working her boobs up with gentle caresses moving up to reasonably rough kneading and pulling, eventually I was able to twist and crush those beautiful breasts until they were hard and red. Lulu’s eyes were closed and she whispered all the bad words I’d taught her,’oh that’s so fucking good Master, harder Master..pull my tits..it’s what your slut deserves..I am such a dirty little cow..a filthy little bitch on heat.. oh yeah that hurts so much I love it .. please fuck me Master please fuck my dirty whores ass ... ’, I moved behind her, pinching her nose and cutting her off in mid flow with a large red ball gag just like in her favourite picture. The sluttish dirty talk was very horny but her muffled moans as I buckled the dreaded ball gag tightly around her head were far hornier. 

Lulu’s nipples had originally been inverted so I had invested a lot valuable time with manipulation and even a nipple pump encouraging them to elongate. Now they were proud little knobs awaiting more lengthening exercises, I rolled and pulled her nipples making sure they were erect and sensitised. The hardest pinches made Lulu twitch and try to pull away, I couldn’t let that go and left rocking on her heels whilst I fetched the cane. I warmed her up her with several slaps that pinked up her ass nicely, I then applied the cane hard and quick - four to each cheek. I tucked the cane into the folds of her arms and although it was behind her back she knew it was there for future punishments, there were no more yelps. I returned to her nipples that were fully erect now, I had found some old lead fishing weights in her Daddy’s shed and had been gradually adding heavier and heavier loads to the clamps that I screwed onto Lulu’s nipples. I had been saving the biggest for last, Lulu’s eyes widened at the sight of them, I attached the guillotine clamps onto her nipples by firstly attaching a little electrical spring clamp to the end of the nipple then using that to pull out a good length of the nipple and surrounding tissue through the jaws to be captured when I screwed the clamp shut. On the lower jaw of the clamps I had made a ring upon which the weights were hung. I took great pleasure in watching the skin around the nipple clamp stretch as I hung the heaviest weight. Lulu strained her head away but I made her watch, drool dribbling from the gag's red sphere coating her breasts, as her nipples were stretched longer than ever. When both clamps were successfully applied any little movement caused the weights jiggle and tug even harder on those lengthening nipples. I bade Lulu parade around the room for me, each step in those five inch heels caused the weights to swing lazily on there respective clamps. Lulu performed a strange tentative, undulating gait as she tried desperately to minimise the weights punishing her nipples any more but it was impossible. I beckoned her back to me, she approached with relief written over her pain wracked face but sadly I hadn’t finished with her tits yet ...not by a long chalk. 


As I was going to bind her boobs I was obliged to make sure the nipple clamps were screwed down extra tight or they would be forced off by the ballooning of the breast flesh. Lulu squirmed as a gave the clamps their extra tweak, her breaths coming in short puffs through her nostrils - only when I tested their sticking power by pulling down on the weights did Lulu crack and force out an animal cry behind her gag. I unbuckled her gag, embraced her and covered her mouth with a loving kiss, she responded as any slut would, she kissed me back long and hard. I couldn’t resist gently pulling down on those terrible weights so that intermingled with her kisses and moans of ecstasy were little whimpers of pain. I came in my shorts. 

I opened my fly and scooped out my spent semen, Lulu licked her lips, I plastered her mouth area with my come and generously let her lick my fingers. When my fingers were clean she ran her tongue around her lips to catch the little pearls that dribbled down her chin. After her treat I rebuckled on her gag, one notch tighter. Her eyes widened in alarm as she watched me uncoil the rough wire that I then passed around her back, under her armpits and tight across her chest digging into the flesh just above her breasts. Making sure the remaining lengths were equal I wound one end anti-clockwise around the very base of her right breast and the other clockwise around the left one. The binding had to be very tight for the effect to work so I worked diligently making sure that as much of her breast flesh had been captured by the first winding of the wire nooses, once I was satisfied I wound the wires a further four turns around each breast, tightening as I proceeded. This process left two spare lengths that I twisted together for a couple of turns in the valley created by her ballooning breasts, these connected wires I then pulled up and wound around the back of her neck mimicking her silky halter top rather well. Lulu looked down in horror at her beautiful breasts, they had been deformed by the biting wire bra into what looked like ivory white, veined cantaloupes hoisted unnaturally high on her chest. Her boobs were drum tight but to my relief the nipple clamps held, I tested the tightness of her boobs they were like iron. I smeared on some oily lotion and massaged them thoroughly until they looked like polished ivory.  

Lulu’s g-string was sodden with cunt juice, I reached behind her writhing pelvis and grasped the g-string at the same time I collected the lacey front to those tiny panties in my fist forcing the material up into the shaved slit of her cunt - I sawed the lace to and fro over Lulu’s cunt until she began to shake, I ripped off the g-string and maneuvered her to her favorite piece of furniture, her Daddy’s rocking chair. She straddled the arm so the rough material rasped against her clitas the chair rocked. Lulu was gone. I went back to my chair to masturbate and enjoy watching my slut Lulu, shimmering with oil and sweat, trying to balance the pain/ecstasy equation. It was a tough one, since it was the same fast pumping of her hips that caused the weights to jiggle and pull down severely on her nipples that also was driving her clit backwards and forwards over the rocker arm and her into a massive orgasm. 

Things looked promising, outside the afternoon was drawing to a close, the sky dark enough for me to be able to enjoy Lulu’s performance in the flesh and at the sight of her reflection in the sliding doors - two trussed up and tit tortured Lulus busy wanking themselves to orgasm on the rocking chair - I mentally went through Lulu’s wardrobe for our first excursion into the big wide world.

The Road to Cardboard City

The house was impressive, a thirties detached villa set in it’s own gardens. Lulu’s parent’s were away on holiday, the house was empty. The lounge was spacious and comfortably furnished with several armchairs and an old sofa. One wall, which faced out onto the garden, had been completely replaced by floor to ceiling glass patio doors.
I pushed the armchairs back against one wall and the sofa up against the other, creating a large empty space in the centre of the room. Through the cold glass, dusk had given way to evening, the dark shapes of the houses and trees at the bottom of the garden were fast disappearing into the dark. I tugged the curtain cord, the heavy drapes slid across the expanse of double glazing, blocking out the suburban night and forming a backdrop to the space I had cleared.
I settled into one of the armchairs. Behind me the lounge door whispered open, Lulu walked into the room, she was naked except for a pair of black stilettos she clutched over her breasts. She looked plain, an ordinary office girl trudging home after a hard day at work. As she plodded passed my chair I cracked a back handed slap across her right buttock sending her sqealing back out of the room to do as she had been originally instructed. A minute later I sensed the door opening, Lulu re-entered. Gone was the typing pool frump, she looked magnificent.
Lulu was designed to wear stilettos. the high heels shortened her step, exaggerating the sway of her hips and the gentle bounce of her breasts. She had lost a little weight recently but her breasts had retained that heavy 'fifties' look and still hung out impressively. The previous week I had shaved off her pubic hair. At first she had complained but now she enjoyed the sensation. Her 'bald fanny' as she called it, made her feel more naked more owned by her master. Lulu stood in front of me.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked coyly.
I ordered her to walk around the room, to make herself at home. She moved around the space I had made for her, her hands casually at her sides as if she was walking around Sears on a Saturday afternoon. I beckoned to her. She made her way to my chair. I knew she wanted me to stroke between her legs, she shifted her weight from one heel to the other. I ran my fingers gently over the cheeks of her backside but stopped short of tracing a line down towards her rectum. I pushed her hard enough to propel her away from me ordering her to go and stand in the opposite corner of the lounge. She stood like naughty little girl, her hands held behind her back in an attempt to hide her backside from me.
"Open the curtains", I could see her breathing quicken in response to my command, she reached out and slowly pulled on the drawer string. The drapes glided open, revealing a perfect reflection of the lounge in the dark glass of the patio doors.
"Turn around, come to the middle of the room", I said quietly.
Lulu hesitated in her corner, shifting her weight nervously. She turned to face me, there was a subtle change in her demeanor that really excited me. She had been comfortable to parade naked, playing the slut for me, safely hidden behind the curtains. Now, as she took her first steps away from the privacy of her corner, it was a different matter. I could see she was driven by the adrenaline of danger, she glanced at her reflection in the patio doors, she couldn't see out but anyone could see in. She took up her position in the centre of her 'stage', her eyes fixed on mine. I told her to turn towards the window, she half turned to the patio doors. My view was perfect, two naked Lulus. She stood slightly at an angle to the glass, her feet together one leg relaxed across the other. Her fingers linked demurely in front of her hid her smooth cunt from prying eyes. I could see her eyes darting from me to her reflection.
"Now what shall I do?", she asked anxiously.
I adjusted her position, hands behind back, legs apart, face the doors. Now there was no hiding from any peeping toms, she was totally on display from tip to stiletto.
I issued my commands making her bend, touch, squeeze and show herself off to her unseen audience. Lulu responded a little awkwardly at first but I sensed she was crossing barriers, breaking taboos. She had already come a long way from the outwardly prim suburban daddy’s girl I had met twelve months earlier. I had gradually broken down her fragile attitudes with carefully organised sessions of conditoning. I had introduced her to some high class bondage porn, some dirty videos of sluts being spanked. Each session pushed back her inhibitions a little further nudging awake the dormant submissive slut I knew she could become.
Her movements became more relaxed, she gazed at her reflection as I made her perform. The atmosphere in the lounge was electric, the thrill for me wasn't just seeing Lulu performing like some cheap lap dancer. There was a powerful sense that I had pushed her to a new depth. Now she revelled in her shocking behavior, in the possibility that her suburban neighbours may see her naked, parading herself for some man's perverted pleasure. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the cane and coil of rope I had laid out on the sideboard.

Lulu moved about the room fetching the rope and bamboo cane I had placed on the side board, her boobs moved exquisitely over her chest as her five inch stilettos forced her into a sluttish undulating, short- stepped gait which made her ass sway in a whorish way. She approached me with the coil of rope and the cane held out as if on a tray. I motioned for her to turn and display herself to me. As she turned, the thrill of her new role spilled down from her cunt in a glittering snail trail of girl lube that varnished the inside surface of her snow white thighs.

I pushed myself up from my chair and took the rope from her and placed the cane in Lulu’s mouth, in a classic doggy bone pose. I pulled her hands behind her, tricing her wrists together high between her shoulder blades, she whimpered quietly as I tightened the loop around Lulu’s wrists. I passed each end of the rope under her armpits and moved in front of her. Firmly tugging the ends to take up any slack, I watched with satisfaction her shoulders and tits jiggle as I tightened the ends and knotted them over the centre of her chest. Lulu shifted her body weight to her other foot, I was certain I could here a slushing sound coming from Lulu’s vagina as she scissored her thighs together, I crouched down to hobble her with a short 12” length of rope linking her ankles. As I tied the loops around her legs my face was level with her snatch, the smell of pheromones oozing from her cleanly shaved slit was powerful enough to make my cock immediately sit up and take notice. To investigate further I parted Lulu’s thighs with my fingers, her cunt lips were swollen and dripping with shiny juice that was actually making spot stains on the new berber carpet.

I finished knotting Lulu’s ankles together, leaving her about seven inches of free rope between them to move about, albeit with difficulty. I then turned my attention back to her juicy cunt, I gently slipped my forefinger into her slippery slit and searched out her clit hood, teasing her erect clitoris out into the open. Lulu moaned through her teeth that were still obediently clenched around my cane. She staggered a little on her heels, stretching her hobble rope taut between her slender ankles, she strained her pelvis forward to offer my exploring finger better access. I took the cane still held obediently between her teeth, noting that Lulu’s chin was covered in the slimy drool that she had been unable to swallow because of the cane wedging open her jaw. I worked the cane up between her legs sliding it’s length backwards and forwards over her labia and clit hood. This drove Lulu wild, she bent her knees and wriggled her hips trying to increase the maddeningly gentle pressure that slithered over her sex to help her come. She was panting and groaning half in ecstasy half in frustration at being denied her orgasm. The cane looked polished as it slid slowly out of her slit, I moved behind her parted her buttocks and slipped the cane in her tight canyon for safe keeping whilst I let my fingers do the wanking.
I eased my fingers deep into Lulu’s vagina and around her labia collecting copious amounts of sticky lube which I liberally smeared over the shaved area that she was now so proud of. Lulu moaned softly,”that’s soo horny, I can smell my own cunt - God I really stink bad”. The cunt aroma rose from her vagina like a heady perfume, it was incredibly horny. I stooped to collect another load and looked up at Lulu, she looked down eagerly licking her lips in anticipation of her treat. I stood up and offered Lulu her own juice, she greedily licked my fingers clean, lapping up the gooey fluid. I drew my fingers over her sex once more and this time smeared the fluid around her mouth and under her cute little turned-up nose so she would, from now on, smell nothing but her own cunt.
I let my finger search out her clit again, just for a few seconds, until Lulu was on the verge of orgasm. She squirmed and writhed over my teasing finger, filling the lounge with the music of her high pitched oohs and aahs. As her body began to tremble toward orgasm, I eased my finger away and reached behind her pumping hips where the cane was dutifully gripped between her superbly rounded buttocks.
She gulped, “Please keep wanking my cunt, please”.

I reached back between her legs and found that bullet hard clit, almost instantly she was again on the brink of orgasm. Just as her eyes rolled up in ecstasy I swung the cane across her buttocks. She stumbled forward yelping, her eyes widened in pain. I struck her again, the noise was fantastic as the old garden cane (still a little grubby with soil) cracked against her beautiful white cheeks. Lulu panted in shock, “n n no, please no, it hurts”. I gently caressed her freshly striped cheeks.
“You’ll grow to love it, beg for this dirty old cane even, I’ll train you to come at the mere sight of it.. understand.. you fucking slut”.
She nodded shyly. “Yes Bob... I.. understand”.
“You’d better learn to call me Master from now on, do you understand that?”
“Yes Master I understand”
“So let’s have a little test, Who am I?”, I flexed the cane.
“You are my Master”. Lulu replied quickly.
“What are you?”.
“Your slut Master”
I swung the cane across the front of her thighs, Lulu doubled over in fright, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up straight.
“Awww n n no... ouch..your fucking slut Master’” she whimpered.
“That’s better, but I’m not sure about all this jabbering you’re doing, we’d better fix that right now”. I pulled an old rag I had found in the gutter out of my bag, it was grimy and looked foul. Lulu’s eyes widened in horror. I moved behind her pulling her shoulders back to me, she shook her head from side to side trying to avoid the rag going anywhere near her precious mouth. It was a good game but eventually her neck tired and I was able to grasp her nose shut with one hand and force her head back.

Lulu gamely held her breath for as long as she could knowing that the minute she opened her mouth for vital air that disgusting rag would be waiting to occupy her. After a few seconds of feeble struggle Lulu was obliged to gasp for air, I rammed the rag in between her teeth her tongue trying to expel the foul tasting object at the same time as avoid it. Lulu had lost the battle, with her nose blocked and her mouth half filled with her new gag she had no choice but to open her mouth even wider in her instinctive search for breath. I of course took advantage of Lulu’s instinct to feed the rest of the rag into her mouth until her cheeks were bulging and her ruby red lips shaped into a gorgeous ‘O’ shape. I released her nose and she sucked in a huge breath through her nostrils, before she could think about working her tongue behind her gag I double looped a cord around her head bisecting those lovely O shaped lips and thus ensuring the horrible rag was nicely held in. I tied the rope with difficulty as Lulu’s head bucked and pecked trying in vain to rid herself of the rag that filled her mouth. It was another good game but Lulu had limited energy and with her restricted access to oxygen, through only her nostrils, she soon quietened down. Standing with her head bowed from her exertions, her breaths laboured noisily in and out of her nostrils. I ruthlessly tied off the rope at the back of Lulu’s neck, tight enough for the O shape of her lips to be cruelly compressed into an hourglass shape.
“Happy now, slut? Let’s show you off to the neighbours”. I tugged her along by the spare rope ends that dangled down between her tits. She looked at me pathetically, her tongue and mouth worked against the filthy gag that filled her mouth, the disgust she tasted distorting her pretty features. The huge gag also elongated her face forcing the skin below her eyes to be stretched downwards. The effect of the oversized gag was to change her outward character dramatically, it made her look slightly simple and robbed her of any remaining dignity.

I maneuvered her into the centre of the room in front of the glass doors, she eyed the cane warily as I passed the spare rope knotted over her boobs under the hobble rope between her ankles. I moved behind her, what a great view. Lulu ass was sensational, set off by her tiny 22” waist, I noticed with satisfaction that two red diagonal welts had appeared on each cheek. I pulled the rope from behind which had the effect of forcing Lulu to bend forward, she struggled to stay upright but the rope sliced down into the soft flesh of her boobs like a cheese cutter forcing her to drop her shoulders and stick her ass out for me. The more I pulled the lower she bent. I pulled hard until she was bent almost double and her buttocks were nicely spread. Whilst crouched behind, her tying off the rope to her left high heel, I couldn’t resist burying my tongue deep into her splayed vagina, in the reflection I could see the doubled over Lulu writhing in ecstasy, she liked that.

What a picture of perversion she made, I imagined the peeping toms of the neighbourhood wanking themselves silly at the outrageous sex show the quiet, mousy girl from the nice house in the close was putting on. I licked her to the point of orgasm again then stood back and retrieved the cane. Lulu moaned, straining to look pleadingly around at me over her stooped shoulder. I took a couple of practice swings with the cane making it whine through the air. Lulu’s muffled cries and moans increased but were barely audible past my efficient gag. I positioned myself to the side and swung the cane swiftly across each upturned cheek in turn, converting the two diagonal stripes into two red X’s. Lulu grunted and rocked on her heels at the impact of each stroke. I fitted the cane in the fold of her pinioned arms and let my fingers console Lulu by seeking out her clit. She may not like her ass being caned but her cunt sure did, it was sloppier than ever.
“Good little slut, there,there, your my good little whore aren’t you?” I cooed, Lulu’s muffled mumbles were like music to my ears.
I crouched down to ease off her bending rope that was tied off to her left heel, and once again I felt obliged to mop up the oozing lube that was pumping from her throbbing cunt. I drilled my tongue over her erect clit until she fell awkwardly to her knees in a wracking orgasm, her hips convulsed but I had gripped her thighs with both hands and my tongue was still busily working away deep in that juicy cunt. Lulu wriggled and moaned as she came several more times. I sat back on my armchair admiring my handiwork, Lulu looked totally abused, laying on the floor her eyes, half closed in ecstasy, looked at her ass reflected back at her in the dark glass of the doors. She looked totally trussed up, fucked, used and abused, her eyes swung round to me, behind her gag she smiled sweetly. She was now officially addicted to her role as slut for her Master.

Semper Infidelis

The hallway lamp glowed amber and ruby red through the leaded lights of Lulu’s front door. I parked up and gazed at that enticing beacon, savoring the moment. A two-week holiday in the sun with Lulu was a fabulous enough prospect - but the mischievous shading in Lulu’s voice during our earlier telephone conversation had left my stomach tingling with anticipation of what the slut had planned for my enjoyment that night. I pulled my hold all across the seat and slammed the car door shut.

I tapped the doorknocker twice, an abstract shape moved behind the wavy glass segments. The Yale lock clicked open allowing the door to open an inch; I stepped forward and pushed it open a little further. Lulu stood in the hallway wearing just, black suspenders, stockings and stilettos - a wide leather belt was tightly buckled around her waist. Her hair was pulled back in an immaculate French pleat that showed off her slender white neck. Heavily applied dark blue make-up shaded her eyes and blood red lipstick perfectly outlined her full lips.

Lulu smiled at me, her eyes flicked momentarily over my shoulder at the open front door, to my delight she daringly resisted the urge to close the door behind us. Like an erotic statue Lulu stood in the warm glow of the hall light braving the distinct possibility that a neighbour might glance in and see her like that. She watched my eyes rove appreciatively over her breasts and shaven cunt. I drew an imaginary circle in the air with my forefinger. Lulu obediently turned slowly around, the jet black of her suspenders and stocking tops beautifully framed her pale buttocks. Smiling at me over her shoulder, an eyebrow arched in mock curiosity, she whispered, ‘You like?’

Milly's legacy

I reclined on the settee savouring the post orgasm endorphins that washed over me. I licked the cum off my fingers and wondered if I should start growing and painting my nails - just on weekends. I reached down and picked up Milly's album, there were page after page of beautiful photographs of Milly and her glamorous friends in wonderful costumes. I sat up holding the album to my breast, I had never seen those old dames in this way before. It was as close to an epiphany that I had ever experienced. I flipped over the thick, brown card pages staring at the photos... it was so obvious now! Here they were, all the outfits I should be using as inspiration to help take Charla to the next level. A level that Milly was working so hard to elevate Charla to and that I had foolishly resisted. She had been trying to preserve some of her fabulous glamour and sexiness through me. I gazed down at her legacy, page after page of wispy see thru gowns, feathers, cheeky hats, thigh boots, pencilled eyebrows. It was an encyclopedia for Charla to study and absorb into her new being. Tomorrow I would pop over to see Ms Cherry Stone and begin a new era.

The End of an Era

It was like the shock of a freezing cold water spray. Outside 127 there was a Luton van, two guys carrying boxes were relaying in and out of the house, what the Hell! I felt my heart race as I hurried the last hundred yards. I squeezed passed a box carrying man who stunk of BO. 'Are you helping Miss Randolph clear stuff?', he looked blankly at me and gestured with his head toward Milly's front door, it was ajar. I gingerly walked along the dingy hallway and knocked gently, 'Milly?'. The door was jerked open by a stout woman in her fifties wearing a grimy pink nylon housecoat and yellow Marigold gloves. 'She isn't here, I'm her daughter Jackie', studying my expression of confusuon she pulled off her gloves and languily lit a cigarette 'She had a stroke a couple of days ago, the old girl's in hospital', her thin lips formed the words through the cigarette smoke that drifted from her mouth, there was scant sense of sorrow for her poorly mother. I blinked as the smoke shrouded my face, Milly would have abhorred this stench of stale tobacco. I felt my heart burning with sadness, poor Milly, poor Charla!

'Oh dear! May I ask how she is?'. Jackie took another long drag, 'not good, it was a bad one, the doctors have asked us to prepare for the worst'. My heart sank.

A second box man, smelling even more pungent than the first, brushed passed us, barking in a thick foreign accent,  'Minding yer backs girls!'

Surveying the tea chests and boxes trewn over Milly's parlour, it was apparent that her cold eyes daughter's idea of 'preparing for the worst' was, to rather prematurely, clean out all Milly's treasured possessions. I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped in my mental tracks, '...Minding your backs GIRLS'.....

was I so deep into my femme training that such a remark seemed normal? Jackie had shown zero reaction to the breezy comment, had I heard him correctly? I was in my best Levi's and a grey tee-shirt, hardly mincing about in a pink thong and high heels. I glanced over Jackie's shoulder and caught the man look back at me over the packing cases, it was a lingering gaze. I composed myself, 'Oh I'm so sorry to hear that Jackie, your mum's a good sort, she's been ummm, very kind to me'.

Jackie looked at me, an eyebrow arched above cool grey eyes, 'Really, was she?' she took a long drag that finished her cigarette her eyes, like probing x-ray vision, never wavered from mine, 'well... good for you'. She looked at the fag end in her fingers and let it drop to the carpet and ground it out with her boot heel. Tracking my gaze over the rows of boxes and tea chests, 'She won't be coming back here, so we thought it best to clear all this stuff out now' she offered in a sightly softer tone. I nodded foolishly and caught Mr.BO 2 sneak another look at me as he heaved up another box to be cleared out, fighting the distraction I lamely agreed, 'Hmmm perhaps it's for the best', (yeah and and no doubt sift though it to find anything remotely valuable to stick on e-Bay you mercenary bitch) my remarks utterly redundant. Clearly the moment for our interaction had past, Jackie, her face a stoney mask turned away and disappeared into the kitchenette.

In the corner of the smokey lounge I spied the corner of Milly's precious old photo album protruding from a crumpled carrier bag. No doubt destined for the dump, my heart filled with anger. As I climbed the stairs the box mover whistled up at me. It wasn't exactly a wolf whistle but it stung my vestigial male pride, I spun on my heel prepared to face him down. He was hovering at the foot of the stairs smiling up at me, 'I saw you look at this thing…..you want?' he spoke with a thick Turkish accent. He was offering up the old carrier bag, 'it only go to dump...'  I smiled and stepped down to accept the gift, 'Yes I do, thanks a lot, that's very thoughtful of you'. As I took the bag his knuckles brushed over my nipples sending a thrill down to my tummy, I felt myself blushing.

I turned and quickly climbed back the stairs, very aware that he was still watching my bum. I quietly closed my flat door behind me and began to decode my emotions. My heart was pounding not because poor Milly was facing her imminent demise but because that man was eyeing me up! Oh no, were the pills and cremes altering me so radically? How had he homed in on me, was I talking or acting in way that betrayed my slut sissy inner self? I set the carrier bag down and walked over to the mirror. Milly would have been proud of me, my bottom was rounded and the snug jeans showed off my trim waistline it's fly plunged steeply back between my legs as if the manly equipment was entirely absent. My grey tee-shirt was just tight enough to point up my nipples and the faint outline of a mini cleavage. Oh my gosh! No wonder Mr. BoxMover had been looking askance at me. My fingers wandered over my nipples, erect beneath my tee shirt, I suddenly found myself gasping for breath, my chest tingling. Vivid mental images shouldered their way onto the stage of my imagination. I pulled off my shirt, my cool fingertips eager to twist and teased my nipples, I closed my eyes hot pleasure swamped me.... I was naked save for hair and heels, the two guys were all over me, pawing, stroking and exploring my body. Far from playing the part of ravished, struggling virgin, I was loving it, pulling my cheeks apart to help them plunge their fingers into my tight pink pussyhole whilst greedily licking and sucking their proffered cocks..... I slumped back on the settee breathless and trembling, I pulled my jeans down and wanked my clitty, hungry for the release, four or five strokes saw a jet of hot girlie juice arc onto the floor. That one was for you Mistress Milly, I smiled and reached for her old photo album.