The Game 19 - Personal Services

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The Game 19 - Personal Services

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She sat at the table writing as she had done for a couple of hours each day. She wasn't exactly comfortable, she reflected, but...
A sudden burst from the dildo buried inside caused her to eep. Again.
No, not exactly comfortable but definitely not bored. For the thousandth time she cursed his foresight. She wanted to move her hand just a bit farther down, tried again though she knew it was useless. But he had known that she would and secured her accordingly. So for days she had sat impaled on the buzzing dildo, unable to, but needing to masturbate very badly. She hadn't minded the writing. It was good to have a record of the Game, but for the other... Yes, for that there would be a reckoning.
She was finished with the account of the day and sat considering what form that might take.
Yes, I could do that... She picked up the pen and began to write again, the account of a game that hadn't happened. Yet.

A pretty girl, her breasts exposed, knelt in the middle of a living room.
A man faced her, his stiffening penis inches from her mouth.
She leaned forward.
Her red lips parted...

That's very nice dear, said Conscience, but I thought this was going to be about him.
She thought for a moment more and then wrote,

“Now this is what we're going to do,” she said. Once again, as he had been in the very first game, he was standing in the playground, his arms fastened to the restraints, naked. She had just removed his underpants. “We're not going to play for an afternoon this time, or a weekend. We both have some vacation time, so this game is going to last for one week.”
“Am I going to be naked all that time?” he asked nervously.
He had denied her clothes for most of five days once and she had never returned the favor. Not yet anyway.
But she smiled sweetly and said, 'Oh no, you'll be dressed quite decently, pretty much all the time.”
He felt a twinge of apprehension, for he knew that sweet smile of old.

She went to the dreaded toy box and began removing some items.
“Here are your panties.”
Well, that was new he thought. Usually he had to beg for his panties, and as often as not she refused.
“I get panties? I must have been a good girl.”
“Well, you're certainly going to be...”, she said . “Now step in...”
They're not very fancy, are they?”
And indeed they weren't. They were undeniably feminine but not overtly sexy. Just serviceable panties.
“Oh, poor baby. Are you missing your slutwear? Never mind, we'll probably dress you up at some point this week.”
She went into the box again. “Now here are your breasts.” Again they weren't his more outrageous ones. These were the ones she had cast from her own.
“We're going to glue them on today. You're going to have these the whole time.”
She carefully applied them, making sure no loose edges came up.
“And now your bra, oh let me undo your arms, no strapless today...”
She watched with a critical eye as he easily clipped the bra on. He was getting quite good at it she thought. Again it was a pretty, but basically basic, design.
“Here are your shoes,” she said fetching them from the toybox.
“Not high heels?”
“For a whole week? That would just be cruel. No. we have a selection of flats for you. Of course from time to time I may put you in heels...”
One more item came out.
“And for today I think a nice summer dress.” She herself hardly ever wore dresses, preferring to slop around in shorts and tshirts barely distinguishable from his.
“Oh that is lovely,” she said when he had put it on. “We have a selection for you depending what we need. Now to be clear, this, or very similar, is how you will dress for the next week, no matter what we are doing or where we are going. This week you're a girl. Clear?”
He nodded. “I'm a girl.”
“You are always to wear your bra and panties, unless of course you are instructed not to,” she added with a smile.
“Your breasts of course are a constant. I'll touch up the glue from time to time. We may even give you some bigger titties from time to time. I did enjoy playing with them. That was an interesting self discovery...
But that will only be at home. When we go out you'll just have these.”
“I have to go out like...”
He gestured to his dress.
“Oh yes, that's the point. No hiding for you, miss. You'll have to wear lipstick and some light makeup as well. I'll show you how.”
“But you don't...” he began.
“That's very true, but you're going to. We're going to make you a proper lady. Don't worry, I won't make you wear the fuck me red outside. I have a lighter shade for day wear. It's the color of your nipples actually. Any questions?”
He shook his head no. Apparently it was going to be an interesting week.
“Now we can begin.” Again she went to the toybox and brought out some familiar objects...
“Today you're going to practice sucking the dildos. We'll start with the smaller ones at first, I want you to really develop your technique.”
“Why?” he asked nervously again. Apparently she had a Plan, and that was always ominous.
“Well my dear, after your week of practicing how to move, and walk and suck very well, we're going to have your final exam. On Saturday night two pretty young ladies are going to get all dressed up and go out for the evening. They'll have some drinks and they'll meet a handsome young man and what with one thing and another one of the pretty young ladies will offer and perform a very long, very skillful, very sincere blowjob. Now which of the young ladies do you think that will be? I'll give you a hint, it won't be me...”
His expression told her everything. He had just realised that 'interesting' didn't begin to cover the situation...

Oh, that's wonderful! squealed Conscience. We've got to do it!
I'm glad you like it, but you know we can't really.
Why not? It's perfect!
Because it's a story. You know, the kind you read that start 'This really happened to me...'
But...
Dear, he looks very sweet in his frillies, we can keep him dressed up all week of course and make him do all kinds of things, but as for the other... well, I just got a bit carried away. For one thing as soon as he speaks I think the illusion will be broken.
Well, tell them he's foreign, tell them he's mute, he took a vow of silence...
But there are laws and things, dear. Aside from the fact that it's considered bad taste to involve unsuspecting civilians in one's perverted games, there's the very real possibility of violence or legal complications...
You know, the sort of thing that somehow never seems to happen in little porn fantasies, but is oh so very likely in real life...
I don't like real life, Conscience muttered and then went silent.

She read the story over again and half agreed with Conscience. It really would be good but... it wasn't really feasible. Ah well, she might show it to him. Just then she heard him coming to release her. She slid the story under the pile.
Or maybe not... not just yet.


Hours later she was lying in bed, just on the edge of sleep when Conscience, who had been silent all afternoon and evening, probably sulking, quietly spoke some words that snapped her instantly wide awake.
If you're worried about unsuspecting civilians, what about Ian?

The next morning she called him.
“Hey Ian, it's me.
“Hey you! Haven't heard from you for a while. How's things?”
And that was the way it was between them. They were each the other's oldest and closest friend, but they could go weeks, months without talking. It never mattered. Since forever they had been able to share their romantic and sexual triumphs and tragedies, though they had never been sexually involved themselves. Ian was like a, well not brother, she thought, that would probably be weird. A trusted male cousin perhaps. Or occasionally a female one, because Ian was a chameleon. He liked and bedded females and males equally, and tended to assume the opposite gender of whoever he was dating at the time. He could do this through a good dress sense, skill at makeup, but mostly an uncanny sense of body language and gesture. Sometimes if he was between lovers he would simply choose one at whim. Hence her next question was not quite as weird as it sounded.
“So what are you today?”
“I'm male today dear, why do you ask?”
“Oh good, that makes it simpler. I have a favor to ask you.”
“I'm intrigued. What is it?”
“Well, it's a sexual favor...”
“Ok, now I'm very intrigued.”
“All right, a while ago...”
And she told the Tale of the Game.
The ballerina. The tutu. Fifi. All of it. She knew he would appreciate it, and he did.
Finally she came to the last story, the unrealised one.
She told him what the final Game she had written consisted of.
What part she wanted him to play.
He was silent for a few moments when she finished, but not shocked. You couldn't shock Ian.
“Well,” said Ian finally. “He is a very lucky guy. I'd love to. Thank you so much for asking. Just tell me when.”


She didn't show him the story, but waited a week or so, won the rock paper scissor game and then laid out the program as she had written it. His reaction was, she was pleased to note, much as she had imagined it. A bit apprehensive, but a fair bit interested as well. She told him that there would be a 'final exam' of his oral skills but left it vague how that would be accomplished. She let him imagine sucking at the wall mounted dildo again, or perhaps kneeling before her as she wore a strap on. Throughout the week she chose his dresses, did his makeup, and as she had promised took him out walking. Twice they went out at dusk, but once they went to the park in broad daylight. She let him wear large sunglasses on that occasion which provided a bit of extra disguise, at least in his mind, but she had to admit that he really made quite a plausible if slightly tall young lady. He did though refrain from talking. And once, as promised, she dressed him in his most outrageous slutwear and made him pose for pictures. And do other things.
It was a most satisfactory week.

Saturday evening was the Last Day, the day of his Graduation. They had a dinner by candlelight. He was dressed in the yellow formal prom dress, high heels and full makeup, including the fuck me red lipstick, for this was the night of his final oral exam. They had just cleared away the dinner things and he was feeling slightly nervous about the next thing when the doorbell rang.
“Well go on, answer it,” she said.
“Me? But I'm...”
“Yes, you are and by now you should be used to it. Go on.”
He opened the door to find Ian on the front step.
“Hello!” he boomed. “I come bearing cheesecake and cheap wine!” Ian might be male or female but he was always loud.
They settled themselves in the living with glasses and plates and an actually quite acceptable sweet wine for a decadent dessert.
After some catching up, for they hadn't actually been all together for some months, Ian proclaimed, “You didn't tell me the truth.”
“I didn't?”
“Not a bit! She's beautiful! You led me to believe she was merely, what did you say? Acceptable?”
“No, I never said...”

As they bickered he lowered his head. I'm blushing? Really? Because he thinks I'm beautiful? But as they continued to talk he became more relaxed with the situation, He was one of their oldest friends. Ok, he's seen me dressed as a girl. I've seen him plenty of times en femme, so it's only fair...
After a while they polished off the cheesecake and the wine and another half bottle she found in the kitchen which had been unaccountably overlooked. They were all feeling nicely floaty when she stood up and moved the coffee table to one side.
“So, Shall we get to the matter at hand?”
The matter...? Did a twinge of uneasiness penetrate the fog...?
“Now much as we enjoy having you here, Ian, and you don't visit often enough you know...”
Ian gestured an apology.
“I have invited Ian here tonight for a Purpose.”
“A purpose...?”
“Yes. He has agreed to help you with your final exam.”
“My...?”
“You are going to provide our friend with a very personal service.”
Memory resurfaced and the fog of wine cleared in an instant.
“Oh...no...no, I couldn't do... that...”
There was no question of his blush now.
“Now, now, as I told the ballerina, this is just nerves. I obviously am not equipped to properly evaluate your performance and Ian is our closest friend. You're just going to give your friend a kiss.
You don't mind kissing a friend do you? In fact you have kissed Ian, remember?”
“Well, yes, but he was a girl at the time...”
“And tonight you're a girl, so that's all right.”
He felt there might be some minor logical flaw there, but she went on.

“We're going to do this classically, so I would like you, Miss, to kneel, that's right just there...”
He was still protesting that he couldn't possibly, when he found himself, not quite knowing how it happened, on his knees in the middle of the living room floor arranging his dress around him...
Has she hypnotised me...?
“Now another part of a classical presentation is exposure. It's not strictly necessary, but I think you should pull down the front of your dress and let him see your lovely tits.”
Again without quite knowing how, he found himself obeying. He pulled down his top, no bra tonight. Now he was kneeling, half naked, embarrassed at showing his breasts, and very confused at being embarrassed...
“Oh, yes, that's perfect. Isn't she lovely, Ian?”

He understood now why she had spent so much time doing his makeup on his breasts, matching and blending the colors so no seam or join was visible.
“Quite beautiful,” Ian said. He moved over and stood in front of the kneeling figure.
He pulled down his zipper and brought out his half erect penis.

I've never seen a penis this close. Not even the castings, beautifully painted as they were, had quite prepared him.
It was, objectively speaking, (as objective as he felt capable of being) quite attractive.
But it's all right. You're only giving your friend a kiss...

But another part answered no, actually you're about to let a man put his penis in your mouth...
He remembered what she had said when she had shown him one of the penis castings.
“I don't believe there's any straight man who hasn't sometime wondered what it would be like... even the most rabid homophobes. Them probably more than most, in fact. Haven't you?”
“No...”
“Really?”
“Well... maybe...?”
It appeared he was going to find out.

A pretty girl, her breasts exposed, knelt in the middle of a living room.
A man faced her, his stiffening penis inches from her mouth.
She leaned forward.
Her red lips parted...

If Conscience had actually possessed a body she would have swooned with delight.

Epilogue

The next day things were back to “normal”. He was back in male clothes and finding it... odd. His breasts had come off, but not without a fight. They had become somewhat damaged in the process, but she wasn't bothered. “I knew they probably wouldn't survive, but I still have the masters,” she said.
His chest felt as if something was missing. He was slightly unbalanced as well. But that wasn't the main thing he was thinking about.
Last night a man had put his penis in his mouth and he had performed, as she put it, “a very long, very skillful, very sincere blowjob.” It had been difficult, at least at first, but he had to admit in retrospect that he hadn't totally hated it. And possibly not even at the time. He wasn't ready to say it was his next favorite hobby, but he was very grateful for the full dress which had hidden the sight of his own very hard penis during the performance.

But even that wasn't what he was chiefly thinking about.
It was what happened immediately after, while he was still slightly stunned at what had just happened. Ian lifted him up, embraced him and gave him a long deep kiss. Then he whispered in his ear, while fondling a breast, “Darling, that was wonderful. And I promise that when I'm a girl next time, and you're not, I'll come back and return the favor!”

He thought about that for a very long time indeed.
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Re: The Game 19 - Personal Services

Post by Tie or Be Tied »

Great story! Glad to see you had at least one more story in you. Would have been a shame to not see the prom dress put to good use. You make the writing appear much easier than what it is.

Glad to see he got to experience his femme side for an extended period of time, especially since he seems to enjoy it. She could have taken him to a shopping mall or restaurant while dressed but walking in the park was a good start. Could also have had him do his thing with Ian in front of the mirror to bring that back into play and taken the Game 6 story to a different level.

Maybe restraining him in front of the mirror when Ian returns the favor? with one or more of the casts being used?

Again, great work!
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Post by Kay »

Thank you. Just when I think they're done another comes along. I like your ideas. Something may come of it...
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Totally, keep up the good work, Kay. Remember, you can always point people to this site to have stories and long posts read aloud http://www.fromtexttospeech.com/
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