Lezlie's Cyber Café

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This Story begins last spring.  My wife and I were watching the Mel Gibson video “What Women Want.  You know, the one where Mel is trying to wax his legs and is caught wearing a bra and a pair of pantyhose.  Well after the movie, my wife commented that while she did not care for the idea of a man shaving his legs, she did find the appearance of underarm hair offensive.  That night, while taking a shower together, she asked if I would mind if she shaved my underarms.  She claimed that it was a fantasy of hers and she would make it worth my while if I allowed it.  I did.  With a length of clothesline rope over the showerhead and my wrists secured to the rope over my head she began to remove the hair in my underarms.  And while secured this way she began to move her lips down my chest, kissing lightly as she moved ever lower.  Soon she was kissing along the length of my cock, flicking the end of her tongue under the bottom of it.  Needless to say it was well worth my while.  And over the next couple of weeks, we repeated the process many times, keeping my underarms shaved and the rest of me quite satisfied.

One night, while shaving in the shower, she told me how she had seen this certain character in her favorite soap opera.  And when he took of his shirt, she noticed that he had no hair on his chest.  And being in good shape, the image she got was one, not of an immature male but of an athlete.  And she found it very attractive.  She said that she thought that I would look equally attractive if my chest was shaved.  And once again she said that she would make it worth my while.  How could I refuse?  Besides my hands were already tied over my head so that it was a simple matter to just continue shaving down the front.

Life continued over the next couple of weeks, with her shaving me every night or two and the rewards were many and quite varied.  One morning while getting ready for work I discovered that I was out of underwear.  Oh, I had lots of t-shirts, but no under shorts.  “Linda!” I called.  “Where is all my underwear?"  In the dirty Laundry came the reply.  I was running late and had to find something.  Linda suggested that I wear a pair of hers.  I was mortified.  But she persuaded me that no one would know, and that she had some plain white ones that would not show through anything.  As the hour was getting on, I consented.  The white panties I got were just that.  Plain.  But they were made with a stretch satin type of material.  And they felt very different than the plain cotton ones that I usually wore.  Every time I got up to move I could feel the difference in the way my clothes slid over the silky material.  All day long I was constantly reminded that I was wearing satin panties.

When I arrived home that evening, Linda was there waiting for me, drink in hand, and began ravishing my body.  We coupled like teenagers in heat.  Until I fell asleep exhausted.  I awoke the next morning and found that the laundry still had not been done.  Again I was forced to wear a pair of her panties to work.  This time they were red.  And again I could not think of anything else.  Just knowing that under that business suit was a pair of red silky panties.  If only my staff could guess.  When I arrived home that evening my wife told me of her decision to consolidate our underwear.  Since I could wear hers we could share cutting down on space, cost and effort spent shopping and cleaning.  Accordingly, all of my underwear had been boxed and taken to the Salvation Army.  “Besides,” Linda said.  “I like the way you look in panties much better than those old jockey shorts.”  And she began to show how much she liked them. 

So I began wearing panties everyday to work.  After about two weeks of this Linda asked if I would try dressing up completely in women’s clothes.  Not to go outside, but just because she wanted to see how I looked.  She had an outfit all picked out.  A black corset, matching French cut panties, lace top stockings, black slip, and a pair of 5” heels.  I began to get dressed.  As I was slipping the stockings on Linda commented that the hair on my legs was detracting from the whole image.  This meant undressing and into the shower for a fresh shave.  This time was to include not just my chest and underarms, but my legs as well.  And while we were at it we shaved all but a cute little diamond of pubic hair right above my cock.  Soon we were dried off, and putting on my make-up.  Toe nail polish, fingernail polish, jewelry, wig, and the outfit I mentioned earlier.  When Linda finally let me see, I was astonished.  The transformation was quite remarkable.  The hour was late, and the evening mild, so we retired to the deck of our house to enjoy a drink.  I felt so sensuous, outside in the warm summer breezes, dressed completely in ladies clothes.

We spent the next couple of weeks with a new routine.  One where I would come home from work and change out of my male attire, but leave on the female undies hidden beneath.  I would then prepare my make-up and nails.  Finally I would don an appropriate outfit or dressing gown and spend the evening as my alter ego, Lezlie.  This continued until Linda announced one day “We need a vacation.”  She suggested that we go to Toronto a long weekend.  She would take care of all the arrangements and we would leave right after work on Friday. 

I got off early on Friday and we were on the road by 4:30 p.m.  That put us into our Hotel by 9:30 p.m.  I was still wearing my suit from work and Linda suggested that I hit the shower.  She was going to send my suit out to be cleaned and pressed.  When I finished my shower and now ritual shave I came into the room only to discover that all my clothes were female clothes.  I was to spend the entire weekend as Lezlie with no chance to hide.  The prospect both terrified and thrilled me at the same time.  I followed my routine and got my make-up on and a dressing gown.  That’s when Linda mentioned from the shower that she had ordered room service and it would be arriving soon.  Soon was an understatement.   He must have been in the elevator while we talked.  Lezlie had to let him in with his cart of goodies and endure his stare as I signed for dinner.  It was not till later that I realized that my gown was opened and he was staring at my stocking tops.  I had not been made but rather was thrilling the young man.  I found that the biggest thrill was the thought of a virile male getting sexually exited over seeing me. 

The next day was a blur of activity with Linda and Lezlie catching a cab (and flashing some leg at the doorman) to Eaton Place, the downtown mall and spending the day.  We shopped, ate, and spent a fair amount of time letting the men of Toronto peek under our skirts.  Later we went to the theater for the evening, returning to our hotel and had a drink in the downstairs bar.  I did not take long for a couple of gentlemen to hit on us.  After a few drinks Linda invited them up to our room.  I think they could sense my reluctance and like true gentlemen, they declined.  Still the thought of getting it on with a man while dressed as Lezlie really turned me on.  During the sex that followed with Linda I was introduced to a strap-on.  I was made to perform fellatio on this new toy and wound up getting ass fucked by my wife while she stroked me off.  I was left quivering in bed and fell sound asleep dreaming of all sorts of sexual possibilities.

Sunday was a day to relax so we went to the pool and sunbathed, both of us in our two-piece bathing suits.  No one was around and it did not take long for me to get the first sunburn of the season, complete with the outline of my swimsuit.  I noticed in the shower later that the outline was becoming more prominent and realized with a thrill that it would be with me for a while.

The next few weeks were uneventful, with me working on my tan every chance I got.  I loved the tan lines in the shape of a ladies 2-piece swimsuit.  I rigged up a privacy shield on our deck and spent as much time as possible out there, always properly shaved and made up with wig and nail polish on.  In fact I was keeping my nails long all the time now so that I wouldn’t have to wear false ones.  One day Linda got a package in the mail and when I got home from work she showed me the French Maid costume she had custom made for me.   It was beautiful.  I began wearing it around the house during my chores and even began doing more chores so that I could wear it more often.  One Saturday, as I was cleaning, I passed through the living room and noticed with a fright that we had a visitor.  My wife was speaking to a middle-aged gentleman.  I was instructed to continue with my dusting as if they were not there.  They were talking about some kind of business.  It did not concern me and I finished and left the room.  My heart was racing and I was scared that I might have been found out.  Later Linda assured me that I had passed with flying colors.  That Mr. Wilders had actually been quite taken with my appearance.  He had even gone so far as to say ho attractive he found me.  She even suggested that when he came by next week that I might try showing a bit more to him.

I found myself anticipating Mr. Wilders visit.  I would fantasize about his seeing my stocking tops and panties.  I even dreamt of him caressing my legs and ass.  So when he arrived next Saturday I was ready to give him a show.  I provided iced tea to our visitor and began to dust the items in the entertainment center.  Linda excused herself and left us alone.  I continued dusting, bending over to get the items on the bottom shelf, and giving quite a show.  Finally Mr. Wilders cleared his throat and made me an offer.  My wife it seems had gotten in debt to him to the tune of five hundred dollars and was unable to pay it off.  That was the subject of their negotiations.  If I wanted to I could earn one hundred dollars credit for her by taking care of him.  Well I could have paid him off right there but that was not the point.  So I asked how I needed to take care of him.  He asked me to come over to him and he would explain.  I walked over and stood facing him.  He reached out and took my hand, put it in his zipper and said “Unzip!”  And I did what I was told.  I reached inside and pulled out his cock.  It was still semi flaccid.  I went to work trying to fix that.  Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I began to pull up and down slowly.  I enjoyed looking at the long red fingernails on my hand as it moved.  I then bent over and gave the head of his cock a lick.  First, just on the head then slowly I began flicking my tongue under the bottom side of the shaft.  He was fully erect now and it was turning to a reddish color.  I slid the cock into my mouth, trying not to suck too hard but keeping pressure all around his shaft as I pushed it deeper into my throat.  I slowly continued until my lips were pressed against his scrotum.  I did this a few times then stopped and began licking the underside of his balls.  I returned to sucking his cock after a few licks and noticed that his member was beginning to twitch.  I slowly began moving up and down his swollen shaft increasing the speed ever so slowly.  Suddenly he stiffened and I knew that this was it.  I started sucking faster now as I was eagerly trying to get him off.  When he began to shoot his load I began to swallow, but kept trying to milk ever more out of his penis.  Soon it was over and he pushed my head back.  He mumbled something about “thanks” got up and left.  Linda came out then dressed in black leather and had me do her.  I was to continue licking and sucking her swollen clit for the better part of am hour before she finally had her orgasm.  As she finished she told me to take care of myself that as my mistress, it would be beneath her to service me.  And from that point on I was to refer to her as “Mistress” and not wife or Linda. 

For two more weeks I was to service Mr. Wilders, with much the results.  On the following week, though he brought an associate.  The same routine was followed with never a word from his friend.  I thought he was just interested in looking and forgot about him as I went about the business of sucking Mr. Welder’s dick.  Suddenly I felt my panties pulled down and his friend began pushing his cock between my cheeks and into my asshole.  I was taken by surprise, but enjoyed the thought of having a cock in me at both ends.  I relaxed and let him in and found myself rocking down on Mr. Welder’s cock in time to the rhythmic pumping that I was getting from behind.  The friend reached around and began to caress me when suddenly he yelled.  “Hey, she has a cock down here!”  I tightened my ass muscles and slammed backward into him, taking him all the way in.  He began stroking my cock as he was plowing my ass from behind.  As he approached his climax, his breathing and grunting were louder and Mr. Wilder began to reach his climax.  All three of us came together, one in my mouth and the other deep within my ass.  That was when I noticed that I had shot all over Mr. Welder’s pants.  Of course I had to gobble down that cum as well as his.  That was the final payment for my Mistress’s indebtedness.

I found the previous incident a bit too much for my sanity and implored for my mistress to back off a bit.  And she did.  It was just the two of us for a while.  And then she announced that she wanted to have a party.  It was to be a costume party for all of our friends.  And I could dress up in my French maid outfit and no one would think anything of it.  It sounded like fun and we began to make preparations for it.  Finally the big day arrived and I spent hours getting dressed and maid up.  I was enjoying the immersion into the female role once again.  At 7:00 p.m. (The guests were to start arriving at 7) I went to the basement to get some refreshments from the basement.  When I came upstairs it appeared that everyone had just gotten there.  I could hear the buzz of voices in the great room so I hurried with my chores so that I could join them.  I pushed open the door and walked in and found everyone dressed in semiformal attire.  There were no costumes.  There was no one else dressed in drag.  And there I was in a black satin French maid outfit with black lace top thigh high stockings and 5” heels.  Everyone was looking at me.  And then I noticed that on the big screen TV was a video of me giving a blowjob to Mr. Wilders while his friend was taking me from behind.  I couldn’t move.  I just stood there until someone stood in front of me, dropped his pants and said, “I want some of that”.  He pulled my head down onto his already swollen dick and forced my to start sucking him off.  While I was bent over I noticed with horror some of my friends were leaving with a look of disgust on their faces.  I would never be able to look them in the eye again.  Then I heard a friend from high school say “I want some of that too” and he began ass fucking my right there in front of everyone.  And when they were done someone else stepped in.  It became a blur of faces stepping in to cum in me, one after another.  I found that I could swallow no more and began letting the cum run down my chin and onto my outfit.  Over and over they came.  I awoke the next morning, all stiff and sore.  At first I thought that everything that happened last night was just a horrible nightmare.  Then I noticed that I was still wearing the maid outfit.  My panties were gone and dried cum was everywhere.  And on the TV was a new video of me being ravished again and again from last night.  The nightmare was real and it wasn’t over yet.  Two men came in from the kitchen and indicated that I was to stand.  Once up, the larger of the two held me while the smaller took a sharp knife and cut off all my clothes.  That was when I discovered that my penis had been pierced with the largest ring I had ever seen.  And both of my nipples had been pierced.  It was not until later that I discovered that I now had pierced ears as well.  I was led to the shower, and cleaned up then chains were put thru the nipple and penis rings and I was put into the walk in closet.  Only it wasn’t a closet any more.  There on the wall were arm and leg cuffs.  I was secured with a leather gag over my mouth and a dildo shoved up my butt and left there to contemplate my fate.

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