Maid in Heaven
Keywords: Heaven, Maid, in,
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I have put in too much time, effort, and money turning you into the ultimate fucktoy to let you go back to your old life now. I wouldn't want to break my promise to Darius - or you. Besides, it's too late for you to go back, even if you wanted to. You would never be able to pass as a man again. You wouldn't even remember how. You certainly don't know how to do anything but suck and fuck anymore. Besides "that"..."
She grinned evilly.
"...you don't have the "balls" for it. Literally."
She glanced around the room.
"You wanted me to help you get inside a slut's head, experience her world, her thoughts, her desires, didn't you? Well, here you are, Sugar - living her life. Now, it is "your" life. This is "your" world now. This is what you are; a cumslut, coke whore, fucktoy. You look, sound, and act like you belong here, much more than I ever did. I am so happy for you. I'm happy for me, too. For the first time in my life, I have a comfortable home, money, friends, a real man who adores me, and can live my life as I see fit - and I owe it all to you."
"A real man?"
"Oh, did I forget to tell you? It's Bruce - Doctor Jensen. Did you "really" believe all this time I spent all those nights in school? Bruce and I have been having an affair since we first met."
"My plas'ic surgeon?"
"That's right, Sweetie, but he is "my" plastic surgeon, too. Now, he is "mine", period. Of course, I won't ever tell him about my past. As far as he is concerned, I'm just a beautiful, sexy socialite who got in over her head in a really bad relationship. I convinced him you were a real 'head case'. When I told him about your kinky desires and that you had given us a way he and I could finally be together, he jumped at the chance to help.
"That's why I can't have you around anymore. It's not that he doesn't like the way you turned out, or feels threatened by you; far from it. I mean, he is a "man", isn't he? How could he not be attracted to a slut like you? I just don't want the... competition until I have that ring on my finger. After that, who knows? Maybe I will have you over for a threesome. It will be my wedding present to him."
"But thas my house!"
Her smile was pure saccharine.
"Not anymore. Remember all those consent forms you signed before your surgery? There sure were a lot of them, weren't there? About half of them were our divorce papers. You very generously left me the estate, the bank accounts, the car, the trust fund, "everything". It's all in my name now."
"But I din't know wha' I wuz signin'. Th' courts wudn' never let it stand."
"Of course they will. Your signature is there for all to see - and I have witnesses to attest to your signing without duress. You have made all of this "so easy" for me. I told you in the beginning not to tell anyone what we were planning to do. Like a good little puppy, you didn't. Now, you can't.
"Everyone in town who has seen you in the past nine months "perceives" you to be a whore. You enthusiastically helped me reinforce that perception wherever we went. Better than that, you perceive "yourself" to be that whore. It just doesn't get any more 'real' than that. Enjoy it, Sugar. Please don't make trouble over this. You would lose - and I would "hate" for your family, friends, everyone to see these tapes. I really, really would.
"As it is, I don't see how I can avoid showing them to your parents. After all, they haven't seen you in a long time. They are going to want to know what happened to you. I already have the script down cold. There I will be, tearfully describing to them how you had 'weirded out', begun cross-dressing, transforming your appearance, body, and psyche, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of depravity, until - well, they will see for themselves. I will avow you made me record it all, and... 'well, I just couldn't keep the secret any longer.' You know how much they adore me - and how convincing I can be. Who do you think they will believe?"
She pointed at the images on the television screen. Her grin was not to be denied. I might have put up a fight - if I hadn't been zoned out on a two-day cocaine binge. I didn't care. Why should I? None of that mattered to a slut like me. Kyra read all of that in my dull, glazed eyes. She smiled and gently stroked my cheek.
"It really "doesn't" mean anything to you anymore, does it, Gigi? See? It's all for the best. We each got what we really wanted in life. Don't even "try" to tell me you aren't thrilled with all this. I know you too well."
I couldn't, and she knew it. She kissed me tenderly and stood.
"I have to go, Baby. Bruce is waiting for me at home - our home. He helped me move your things here Friday night, while you were at the salon getting ready for Darius and his crew. I taped that note to the mirror in the bathroom while I was here, figuring you would be too busy all night to notice it. When Bruce and I were done here, we moved his things into your closet and dressers.
"You can't imagine how turned on I was, fucking Bruce all weekend and knowing you were getting fucked by Darius, his crew, and all those dates. Bruce was "inside me" when you called Saturday morning. I could barely keep the emotion out of my voice. He was thrusting all ten inches of his cock into me while I was talking to you.
"It was all I could do to tear myself away from him to come here tonight, but I wanted to say good-bye in person. I felt I owed you that much. You can never be a "man" again; I've seen to that. But if you will be cool about all this and don't make trouble, I will take your fantasy all the way. Then, you will be able to fuck men the way a slut like you is supposed to fuck.
"Oh, by the way, feel free to stop in the salon as often as you like. I will be keeping an open account for you. Consider that one final 'perk' for being such a good little slut. The girls at the salon have already expressed their desire to keep you looking your sluttish best - and hearing all about your 'dates'. They have really gotten into the whole thing, too. Bye-bye, Sweetie. Have fun!"
That was...let's see, about a year ago. I'm still at the hotel. I mean, where else would I want to be? Kyra is really happy with her home, boyfriend, and life of leisure. It is all so far removed from the streets where she hustled - where I now do. We haven't kept in touch; she doesn't want to. In fact, she changed their phone number. Bruce hasn't asked her to marry him yet. I wonder if she's worried? I don't really dwell on it anymore. I kept my pledge not to make trouble for her. In return, she granted me my final fantasy; an all-expense-paid trip to Bangkok for my SRS. I now have a tight, juicy pussy with which I fuck my tricks the way a slut should.
The 'mones filled me out even more. Corseted, I now measure 44-20-40. I'm staying 'Gigi', though; 'Aich-Aich' sounds like something they would name a Panda at the zoo. Of course, corseting is a must with my heavy titties - unless I want to wear something REALLY revealing when I date.
I take Kyra up on her other offer, too. I go to the beauty salon almost every day. I adore being a high-maintenance whore. The girls at the salon are always glad to see me. There are certain things we agree not to talk about; Kyra, Bruce, and how I came to be what I am. We talk instead about the men I have dated, the bizarre, kinky places and ways I have had sex, and what is going on in their own lives. They are extra-special nice to me.
Dita is a little slut in her own right. I convinced her to come out and 'work it' with me a few times. I can be "very" persuasive. That's something else I have learned on the streets. I introduced her around to the other bitches, showed her the ropes, got her high with me, then set her up with Darius and his crew for her 'indoctrination'. That was all it took; after a weekend of nonstop triple penetration, she 'went black', just like me. Jellybean, Darius' enforcer, is her 'husband' now. He keeps her well fucked, too. She's not out with me every night – yet. But she does the ho' stroll with us at least a couple nights a week. Darius is so proud of me for going out and recruiting new bitches for his stable.
Dita and I agreed upon a look that is right for me all the time. Baby, it is "drama", personified. She has filled it in with her tattooing needle. Now, I just need to touch up a little every morning with a mascara wand and lip gloss and I am good to go. My hair, makeup and two-inch talons are always perfect. That leaves me that much more time to do the things I "really" enjoy.
I talked her into teaching me how to do permanent make-up. I practiced on "her, "giving her a harder edge like me. I've got her wearing the slutwear and stilettos 24/7, too. She adores the convenience of being able to step right from the salon to the street. She loves the easy money and the thrill of being paid to have anonymous, animal sex with complete strangers. Little by little, I'm wearing down her will to resist. Before long, I'll get her to quit the salon altogether. Darius is paying the money for her boob-and-tush job. I have already set it up. It's going to be a surprise for her 'coming out'. She won't be quite as big as Kyra made me, but everybody's gonna know she's a "ho'", Baby. I'm looking forward to her being my roommate and lesbian lover – when our husbands aren't fucking our brains out.
My husband got me a really good fake I.D. - as Gigi - to replace Michael's, which I have not seen since that night of my 'coming out'. I shed no tears over the severance of that one last, tiny tie to my old life. I date most nights, get all the cock I crave - with my husband's blessing. It really turns him on to brag his wife is "the sexiest, sluttiest damn ho' in the city." He loves to take me out and show me off - and makes good money pimping my ass to the many men who are attracted to me.
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Keywords: Heaven, Maid, in,