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The Sorcerer's Daughter
by Andy Maynard (1999)
 
***

Never try to sexually harass a Sorcerer's daughter! (MF, 
nc, tg, mc, huml, dom) 

***

PART I

As the CEO of the largest brokerage in a fairly-large 
city I'm in a position to "select" certain interns from 
the wannabes who come to work here. That was how I came 
to notice Lisa, a voluptuous raven-haired beauty in her 
early, just-ripe twenties. It was kind of the unwritten 
rule that I often took a personal hand- as well as other 
appendages- in the training of my female interns. 

That was why it came as such a surprise for me when she 
said "No" to me. She had only been working here a week, 
and her work had been meticulous and letter-perfect. I'd 
always been able to find SOME flaw in the work of a 
particularly desirable intern to insist on personally 
tutoring them. When I brought it up, she just said she'd 
already made plans for the night! 

It was an unusual experience, having a woman say "No" to 
me. I've kept myself in reasonable shape for a man my 
age, and even though it was twenty years since I'd 
played football in high school, I didn't really have 
much of a paunch on me, thanks to my regular walking and 
swimming regimen. Having more than six zeros in the 
smallest of my bank accounts hadn't been repelling the 
ladies either. 

So I was more amused and curious when she said "No" to 
me, for the first time in over a decade. That night, I 
drove up to where she lived, what had been a rather 
stately mansion when I was a kid, though now no doubt it 
had been divvied up into apartments. I walked up to the 
door, and was just reaching for the doorbell when the 
door opened on its own. 

My first impression was of a mile of cleavage, as was my 
second and third. The girl standing there was in a VERY 
abbreviated French maid's outfit, with her massive boobs 
spilling out- WAY out- of a top that would be skimpy on 
a much less-endowed lady, like Dolly Parton. 

I was just wondering if I had the right address when 
Lisa and a well-dressed young man pushed past her on 
their way out. I was captivated by the way her tits 
moved after such a slight movement, and just barely 
caught the knowing smirk on Lisa's face. I heard the man 
laugh, but figured in a place like this, why not? The 
blonde, barely-dressed maid said, in an husky voice that 
made my pants very uncomfortable, "Mr. Rosen will see 
you now." She beckoned me in, in a wave of her arm that 
set up the most amazing secondary oscillations. 

I walked in, as she led the way. Her skirt was short 
enough I could tell all she wore under it was her black 
fishnet pantyhose. Even from behind, I still could see 
her spectacular melons swaying to the beat as she walked 
down the hall. She led me to a room, and unfortunately 
walked down another hall away. I walked in to see a man 
who looked to be thirty at most, sitting on a plush 
chair with a small tables on either side; one holding 
four or five books, another holding a small glass of 
what looked like iced tea on a coaster. 

"So you're Lisa's boss," he said. "Mark Banyon, class of 
'73." He said it in an even tone, but I suddenly wanted 
to run the hell out of there. There was a look of such 
total comfort, of CONTROL on his face that I was somehow 
sure that I was in some danger- even though I couldn't 
see anything that might be remotely harmful. 

"Ah, yes. I was hoping to give her a few pointers- some 
details from my experience..." 

"You wanted to fuck her. And to make her think her job 
depended on giving you a blowjob." Now there was a trace 
of iron in his voice, cold implacable iron. "I know you 
keep pictures of your interns 'servicing' you in your 
bedroom safe, and that you've embezzled more than four 
million dollars from your more older and less vigilant 
customers." 

I was sweating up a storm now, wondering how the hell he 
could know all of that? I wondered if I should try to 
deal with him or just scram. I absently patted my car 
keys in my pocket- and my pants vanished. There was no 
Star Trek sparkling or special effects- they were 
suddenly not there anymore! 

I looked down to see that of all my clothes, all that 
was left was my boxer shorts and my undershirt. I 
blinked, and felt a sudden rustling over my body, and 
was wearing a matching set of lacy, frilly panties and 
see-through bra. I felt mortified at the way the bra 
cupped my breasts- even more than at the way my dick was 
straining against its pink silk tent. 

"Messing with MY daughter was definitely a mistake." The 
man got up and walked over, grinning broadly as he 
looked me over. "You're free to leave, of course," he 
said, tossing over my car keys. Suddenly I could move my 
feet. "You might not want to, looking like..." he waved 
at me, laughing. 

I drew myself up with all the dignity a man in pink 
panties can and said "I'll manage. There are men on the 
beach with bigger tits than these." As he smiled, I knew 
I'd made a rather critical mistake. 

I felt the cups of the bra cutting into me chest before 
I felt the straps dig into my shoulders. I felt a surge 
of weight on my chest, and a sudden rippling feel as my 
bra burst, and felt my newly-grown tits rolling forward. 
I looked at the torn scraps of pink fluttering to the 
floor, and wondered again just what I'd gotten myself 
into. 

I looked up at Mr. Rosen again. He had brown hair, 
longish, parted on the right. His brown eyes held equal 
amounts of mirth and malice as he stared back into mine. 
I was trying to figure which side of thirty he was 
really on when he said "The number you're looking for is 
387." 

"The number...?" I repeated in a dry croak. 

"The number of years since I was born," he replied. 

I didn't even think of laughing. He was as old as he 
said, he'd done... 

THIS to me... 

"Hello. My name is Steven Rosen. I'm a sorcerer." He 
bowed. Then he reached over and twisted my right nipple. 
HARD!! 

I gasped and dropped to my knees. "It's... it's a 
pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rosen, sir," I gasped, 
unprepared for the waves of agony that shot down my 
hypersensitive nipple. 

I realized that my legs were frozen in place again as he 
said "It's nice 

to meet you, too, 'Marcia.'" 

I started to retort my name was MARK, but nothing came 
out. He continued, "You can suck my dick now." 

He said it so matter-of-factly, but I was just 
disgusted. A man's dick? 

In my MOUTH?!?!? He stood there for a moment, and said 
"You will do it." 

I summoned up all my nerve and said "You'll have to make 
me." 

No sooner were the words out that I suddenly had a 
vision of his big bulging cock in my mouth. I knew, just 
KNEW that above all else, I needed his manhood, I needed 
to swallow his seed. I reached out for the growing bulge 
in his pants and suddenly my hands were handcuffed 
behind me. 

Desperate for his tool I lunged forward, and on the 
second try caught the flap of his zipper in my teeth. I 
pulled it down, and a huge hot salami hit me in my eye. 
I twisted my head around greedily as he stepped back. 

I tried eagerly, but me feet were still rooted in place. 
"There's a small problem, Marcia," he said, as I saw his 
HUGE member, a good fifteen inches long, hanging in the 
air in front of me. 

"What?!?" I cried out. "Please, PLEASE, let me love your 
cock. I NEED it," I begged, putting all the pleading and 
supplication I was capable of in my voice. 

"Well, the thing is," he said, smiling like a Cheshire 
cat, "Is I have certain... standards. You met Betty on 
the way in, you see. I'm only used to having my dick 
serviced by ladies with rather more on top than you 
have." 

I was crushed!! I was being denied because these paltry 
little titties on my chest weren't big enough for him- 
when I suddenly smiled. 

"Mr. Rosen, sir," I said, as sweetly as I could. "With 
your... powers, you could fix up this little problem 
with my chest. You could make me as big and as buxom as 
Betty." I was trembling at this point, but barely 
noticed how my quadruple-D tits bobbed and swayed. 

He looked down at me, in every sense of the word. "You 
really, really want me to make your tits bigger?" 

"YES!! Oh, yes, yes, PLEASE make them bigger! Enormous!! 
GIGANTIC!!!" I screamed as I felt a wave of weight roll 
off my chest, only to be redoubled and tripled as my 
knockers surged out. He smiled, and reached down to push 
them aside as he walked up and poked his huge meat into 
my waiting mouth. It was as big around as a can of 
vegetables, and it took all my straining and tongue 
gymnastics to force the head and a few delicious inches 
into my mouth. 

There was still more than a foot of Rosencock sticking 
out, and as he started pushing it deeper and deeper into 
my mouth I realized it didn't matter if he suffocated 
me, that there was nothing better in the WORLD than 
holding his dear sweet massive dick in my mouth. 

He came, and I swallowed as much as I could, maybe a 
half a quart. Most of the rest dribbled down my face. He 
pulled back, and favored me with another gushing stream 
that coated my face and left my hair matted down. I was 
greedily licking up all my darting tongue could get when 
suddenly it hit me- I WAS LICKING JISM!! 

I gasped, and looked up at him as he forced his monster 
tool back into his trousers. "You really shouldn't try 
SO hard to do things the hard way," he said. 

As he walked back to his chair, he said "There's a 
bathroom down the hall to your left. Keys are there." He 
certainly enjoyed the sight of me struggling to my feet 
with two WAY-overgrown tits hanging from my chest, my 
face and hair matted with his cum. When I finally 
struggled to my feet, I was almost knocked down again by 
the surging roll and bounce of my boobs. 

"Um, Mr. Rosen..." I started to say when he cut me off. 

"140 TTT. Kind of fitting, don't you think, Marcia?" 

I didn't see how I could get around with those flesh 
mountains hanging on me, and I decided to try asking him 
to just reduce them to there former, merely huge size. I 
took a breath and said "Mr. Rosen, sir?" 

He looked up. "What is it NOW?" 

I realized he wasn't going to be too cooperative, but 
again my legs didn't move. He smiled, and I found myself 
saying "Having a dick in these tight panties is just a 
little bit uncomfortable. Could you please maybe change 
it into a tight little pussy, please, sir?" 

He waved me off as I felt a crawling, pulling sensation 
down there. I somehow managed to get out, after 
scratching myself up good trying to side my boobs 
through the door. After struggling to the bathroom, I 
found that indeed there was only a little slit under my 
panties. At least the scratches were already fading. 

Unlocking the handcuffs, I tried to stretch my arms to 
get the kinks out, but the smallest movement set up 
waves of rolling in my boobs. Peeling off my pants, I 
wasn't surprised to find just a tiny tuft of soft, downy 
blonde hair atop my new cunt. 

In the shower, I was trying to get used to how my tits 
kept pressing against the tiles. In any other situation 
I would be fondling them- well, I WAS fondling them... 
but only to wash the sperm off, I said sharply to 
myself, as I suddenly moaned and collapsed, writhing in 
the sheer intolerable ecstasy of a female orgasm. It 
felt so good, SO wonderful I almost didn't mind noticing 
that my body hair was going down the drain. 

Crawling out of the shower, I used the counter edge to 
haul myself up and start drying myself off. I vaguely 
noticed my sodden panties were gone. After hanging up 
the towels- just drying my boobs had wet one completely- 
I turned to find some clothes on the formerly bare 
counter. 

A white G-string, with red lacy rosebuds over the panel, 
not quite an inch wide, that was to go over my pussy. I 
wasn't prepared for the way it rode up in back- and the 
way it rode up in front made me yelp. I almost fell from 
the sloshing in my boobs as I jerked them out, and tried 
to position my G-string as delicately as possible. I had 
to admit it looked cute, crowned with a puff of fine 
blonde hair. 

That left... two bright pink tassels, four inches long- 
which I realized wasn't even the diameter of my bright 
pink nipples. It felt like ice when I dabbed on some 
adhesive creme from the waiting tube and fixed my 
tassels in place. I padded out, barefoot, and found 
myself automatically sashaying down to the room where 
I'd been so thoroughly unmanned, humiliated and... used. 

I blushed all the way down to my far-off nipples, 
realizing what was in store. He'd USED me, and he was 
going to use me again. As often as he liked, and any way 
he- I tried to choke off that thought as I pulled my 
boobs together to get in the doorway without scraping. 

Betty was there, holding a silver tray. On it was a 
large black dildo, fully a foot long and two inches 
thick. I took it, looking a bit unsteadily at the ball 
sack hanging from it like two oranges. "Put it in your 
mouth," Betty whispered to me in a low, urgent voice. 

I did so, gingerly and suddenly I rammed it in as hard 
as I could, back against the back of my mouth. I 
instinctively tried to spit it out, but felt my lips 
stretching painfully as I tried. Looking into the 
polished silver of the tray, I say my lips had GROWN to 
the dildo. It was now a part of me. 

Rosen waved me forward, and I walked rather unsteadily 
over to his chair. 

"Well, now, Marcia," he said. "We have just a little 
problem." 

I would have gasped if I had a mouth instead of a dildo. 
He continued, "Now that we've... been introduced, it's 
time for me to decide what your punishment should be for 
trying to violate my daughter. 

I KNOW you're a telepath, at the very least, I thought 
as hard as I could. I promise, I promise, I BEG you, 
I'll never, ever, ever- 

"No, you never, ever, ever will," he said. "Now, I think 
you should dance while I consider your punishment." 

I gave it my hones, most determined shot, moving and 
swaying as much as I could without letting the rolling 
momentum of my boobs swing me to the ground. Rosen and 
Betty watched, she sitting in his lap, making up names 
for the ungraceful, frankly uncoordinated way I was 
dancing. He'd ask her just what dance WAS that slut 
doing, and Betty would make up names like the 'Drunken 
Stork' and the 'Horny Hat Rack.' 

Finally, he'd had enough. As he got up, he instructed me 
to obey Betty COMPLETELY that night. I turned to look at 
her, and at her widening grin. 


PART II

I was trying desperately to make some sense out of this 
insane situation. The man was a sorcerer- impossible, 
yes, I know, but the gigantic boobs I was wearing kind 
of overrode such niggling little common-sense type 
arguments. Rosen had told his awesomely buxom maid Betty 
that she could "have" me for the night. Ordinarily, 
being a plaything for a staggeringly beautiful woman 
like that would have been wonderful. Now, in this 
situation, I desperately feared what would happen. 

Betty sashayed up to Rosen, every part of her body 
swaying in rhythm, and said "Mr. Rosen, sir? There is 
just one small problem." 

"Oh?" he replied, jovially enough. He genuinely seemed 
friendly with 

Betty, I thought, and getting friendly with her just 
might be- 

"Well, sir," she continued, sweeping her arm in my 
direction, "That IS the ugliest woman you've ever had 
over for a party." 

"Yes, I see your point," he smiled, and I could feel 
myself falling INWARD, actually shrinking, except... 

My gigantic boobs remained the same size as I shrank 
behind them. The sudden change in my center of gravity 
made me step forward to catch myself- and my legs didn't 
work right. I fell to my hands and knees, my huge tits 
squishing out from under me. The tassels rubbed very 
much the wrong way against my tender nipples, and as I 
struggled painfully back to my feet my legs STILL didn't 
move right. 

Then I realized, it wasn't my legs, it was my hips, my 
thighs- I looked down, trying to push my boobs one way 
then the other to try to see past them. Rosen and Betty 
had a good laugh at my attempts to move my jugs out of 
the way, but I barely noticed, as I saw I was, truly, a 
woman, with all the right curves, and a lot of them, at 
that! 

Rosen left, calling back to remind me that if Betty made 
the LEAST complaint about me... 

Betty smiled and waved me to follow her. Between my new 
skeletal structure and the way it was so overloaded up 
top, I made pretty bad time even getting to the door. 

"You'll get used to it," she said, with what I hoped was 
real sympathy in her voice. 

"That's not too reassuring." 

As we passed the bathroom, I was reminded of a growing 
need. Betty just said to meet her in the next-to-last 
room down the hall. She smiled reassuringly and gently 
patted me on my shapely butt. 

Inside, I walked up to the toilet and... well, that 
wouldn't work now. I turned and pulled down my G-string 
from where it had nestled deep inside me, and sat down 
on the toilet. I was prepared, but still shocked as the 
pee came out my little slit. 

I was sorely tempted to just sleep in the bathroom, or 
even run away- no, that wasn't a solution. Right now I 
was an impossibly busty girl, and no court in the 
country would ever buy my claim to be Mark Banyon. The 
only way back to my own life was through Rosen, and that 
meant being his maid's toy for the night. 

As I entered the bedroom I saw Betty was already lying 
in it, the sheet pulled up barely past her pussy. Her 
boobs, which had seemed so gargantuan before Rosen began 
"playing" with me jiggled and rolled as she patted the 
mattress beside her. "Room for one more, Marcia." 

"I really don't like that name, if you don't mind?" I 
asked hopefully as I stepped out of my G-string as 
daintily as someone on the verge of toppling over can. 
I'd already pulled off my tassels and wiped my nipples 
clean in the bathroom. 

"Sure, no problem," she said, smiling. "Let's just call 
you Jiggles." 

"Um, given the choice, I can live with 'Marcia.'" 

I slid-fell into bed, and she hugged me, hefting my 
right boob like a duffel bag of wet laundry. "Oh, 
whatever," she said. "It's really not that big a deal. 
Jiggles." 

I bit back my retort. My best chance at ever becoming a 
man was lying here, stroking my tits. I took hers in my 
left hand and started playing with her nipple. It was a 
technique I'd used before- though usually on jugs 
smaller than Betty's nipple. 

"So, what did Mr. Rosen get YOU for," I asked, as Betty 
slid into that pre-orgasm, dreamy state. She smiled, and 
just said, "Scoot down, I want to ride your face." 

I'd licked women to orgasm before, but it had ALWAYS 
been on MY terms, in MY time. I obediently scooted down, 
and as I slid my tongue back and forth against her 
engorged clit, she filled me in on her story. 

'Betty' had been born Bertrand Randall Carter (Bert to 
his friends) and had been studying Engineering at the 
community college when one day, heading to school, he'd 
passed a burning house. He suffered second and third-
degree burns pulling a three-year-old boy from the 
blaze. While recovering, a classmate of his had 
introduced him to her father. 

Rosen liked the young man, and felt that, in light of 
what he'd experienced, young Bert deserved a reward. The 
fire had left him badly scarred on his face and chest, 
so Rosen changed Bert, made Bert able to consciously 
remake, re-arrange his body- and even his clothing, at 
will. 

"And you CHOSE to look like THIS?!?" I asked, once my 
mouth was finished servicing... her. I was trying not to 
think So, this is the SECOND man you've gone down on... 

'Betty' smiled at me. "Steve knew what I was, what I 
dreamed about. Lisa knew I was bisexual, and they could 
'read' what kind of fantasies I had. When he offered me 
a job here as his maid, it was a win-win situation for 
both of us!" 

She was playing with my tits again, and I could feel the 
sensations mounting between my legs. "And so you change 
into this shape all on your own? Your decision?" 

She smiled. "Well, Steve IS the boss. One time he 
decided I was getting just a bit too sassy. I had to 
stay a girl for the whole week. Other than that..." She 
smiled at me ever so sweetly, and changed. 

She grew, swiftly, to a man six and a half feet, at 
least. He pulled himself over me, and I could feel a 
very large, stiffening cock getting even LARGER against 
my slick little slit. He pinched me playfully on my 
right nipple, equal pleasure and pain, and said "Being a 
girl is fun, yes. What we're about to do is fun, too." 

I gasped, but his iron-strong arms kept me firmly in 
place on the bed. 

"Bett- Bert!! Bert, I-I..." 

He smiled, but it wasn't a friendly type. More of a 
hungry smile. I swallowed, and started again. "Is it all 
right if I call you 'Bert?' " 

He chuckled, and started fingering my nipple in a way 
that made me moan out loud. "Sure, no problem. We're all 
friends in this bed, aren't we, Jiggles?" I could feel 
my nipples crinkling under his strong, amazingly-skilled 
finger, as he reached down and roughly pulled my legs 
wide apart. 

He took a firm grip on my nipple, and started swinging 
it back and forth, watching the way my tit rolled. I let 
out another small moan, and said "What- what about Lisa? 
Are you two friends?" 

"Lisa? Sure, she's good people! She's out with her 
boyfriend right now, but yeah, we're friends." 

"Listen, do- do you think there's any chance she might 
be able to talk to her dad, maybe talk him into... 
letting me go?" 

"Listen, Jiggles, I don't think you want to ask Lisa to 
talk to her father about this. Not right now," he 
replied. 

"Not now? Why-" 

He cut me off, pulling himself further up over me. 
"Because, the G-string and tassels were HER idea." Then, 
he slid his big, WIDE, throbbing meat into me. 

It HURT, as my little cherry was burst by the mammoth 
torpedo plunging deep into me. I could feel the strain 
around my cunt as his dick- a foot long, at the very 
least, plunged deeper, and Deeper, and DEEPER into me. I 
had a wild vision of it being forced up my throat when I 
came in a cataclysm of ecstasy, feeling caught up in an 
avalanche of warm, loving, joyous feeling exploding 
between my legs and filling my very soul. 

As a man, I was aware of the... time involved, by 
biological necessity, between sexual athletic events. 
Bert, with his magical shape shifting ability, took 
about a second before he was ready to fuck me again. And 
again. And... 

After about two hours, I realized why there were two 
beds in the room. He took me again, as we were showering 
off, and then led me back, even delicately helping me 
remain upright as my boobs kept lunging in their own 
directions, sloshing around with their own momentum. 

We fell asleep in the other bed, him holding me- okay, 
he was fondling me, but he was my only friend in this 
insane mess, and, damn it, he WAS good, I remember 
thinking, as I slid into a gentler, but still awe-
inspiring, orgasm... 

*** 

"Wake up, Jiggles!" 

I felt funny, but not surprised. That was one HELL of a 
weird dream last night, with being changed into a woman, 
and...

My eyes snapped open, my body motionless, in response to 
an ancient danger-avoidance instinct- almost motionless, 
my boobs kept gently swinging, swaying... 

Bert was sitting on the side of the bed, in a rather 
tight pair of jeans. I resolved NOT to be interested in 
the manly, exquisite bulge under his zipper. I looked 
into his eyes. "It- it's all real? Last night, I was 
really- really changed-" I couldn't bring myself to say 
it. 

Bert smiled at me, gently cupping one nipple. Then he 
slid his other finger into my pussy. 

I bolted up, defeated by my massive mountains, and slid 
back down. Bert helped me sit up. 

Suddenly, I felt my tits shrink!! I smiled in genuine 
joy as I looked down, to see them growing smaller and...

They stopped, suddenly, and I realized that I was now 
just as busty as Betty had been. 

Bert confirmed my fears, pointing to the open closet, 
where I could see a black maid's uniform hanging. "Steve 
wants waffles, sausage and English muffins for 
breakfast," he said as he pulled on his shirt. "In your 
position, making him wait would be a bad idea." 

I took a deep breath, and tried to think of any possible 
alternative. I could run away, in a body that would make 
me any man's toy, or... 

The black fishnet hose weren't uncomfortable, though I 
was still sensitive about where it rode up on me. The 
skirt was a brief sash of satin- no way to make it 
street-legal even if I was going to run for it. The bra 
looked huge in my hands, but after three unsuccessful 
attempts to clasp it shut behind me, I finally pulled it 
around, clasped it and pulled it around again. Once I 
wrestled my jumbo jugs into them, the cups that had 
seemed so big were definitely overflowing, leaving over 
half of my now-erect nipples exposed. 

The top to my maid's outfit didn't cover them, either, 
just added a lining of lace to disguise where my bra 
left off and my blouse began. I looked at myself in the 
mirror, remembering how I'd fantasize about a horny, 
willing, beautiful young slut with boobs the size of 
basketballs. You could drop a basketball down the 
cleavage I was showing off, and it would have looked 
quite small compared to the rack I swung around in front 
of me. 

The high heels were a problem, but I had a nice long 
hall to practice walking down in. I was mildly surprised 
at how fast I got the hang of it, then remembered why I 
shouldn't be. 

I was just wondering why a wizard like Rosen would even 
need someone to cook his food when I smelled it-- 
sausage. I rounded the corner to find a long dining 
table. At the head were Rosen and Bert, as well as Lisa. 
Rosen looked at me coldly. "Did you think we had ALL 
morning, cunt?" 

"I was TRYING to get dressed- it didn't- I didn't" 
Suddenly I felt my mouth clamp shut, and I marched over 
to the corner. And stood there, facing the wall, as they 
ate behind me. Rosen asked Bert how I was last night. 

"No complaints, Steve. She was one fine lady." I felt 
cold inside, but nothing suddenly changed, and the 
conversation moved on to other things. Finally I could 
hear them moving, and I could turn around. 

"Clear off the table, and then you can eat before 
washing the dishes." 

I resolved to smile and bear it, and just get through 
whatever hell he planned to dump on me. "Okay, Steve. 
Any..." 

I felt a long, thick dildo materialize in my mouth, with 
straps that fixed it tightly into place. "WHAT makes you 
think you can address me like THAT?!?!?!?" It was the 
first time I'd heard Rosen raise his voice, and I was 
terrified. He glared at me, and continued. 

"Bert is a friend of mine. When his... duties are done, 
he's free enough to socialize with me." I nodded my 
agreement vigorously. "Since you seem unable to refer to 
me as 'Mr. Rosen,' maybe it'll be simpler is you call me 
Master." 

I felt faint, but nodded in agreement anyway. Whatever 
he wanted, I'd do, as I'd learned the previous night. He 
looked at me another moment, and said "Grab your 
ankles." 

I was instantly nude, except for the dildo in my mouth. 
As I reached down, gently guiding my tits between my 
legs, I saw him take off his belt. 

The first lash was a fire across my fanny, and I would 
have screamed if my mouth hadn't been full. The next one 
was just above my knees, and it took all my strength not 
to fall. He alternated for a full fifty strokes, 
striping my legs down to my knees and leaving my rear 
two mounds of burning hot pain. 

I got up and scraped their scraps into one plate and 
carried it into the kitchen, where I then scraped them 
into a dog dish. Then, with Rosen and Lisa watching, I 
got down on my hands and knees and the dildo disappeared 
as rapidly as it had appeared. I ate my breakfast from 
the dish, my cherry-red butt bobbing in the air. 

After that, my maid's costume re-appeared on me as I got 
up. So did the dildo, and spent my Saturday washing the 
dishes, and vacuuming the floors, and cleaning up the 
five bathrooms in the house. I was putting the second 
load of laundry in- including the sheets Bert had caked 
taking me last night- when the dildo vanished, and I saw 
Lisa standing in the doorway, looking at me.

*** More of this story may be found on the internet ***

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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