Making Of Bambi Ch 09

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Disclaimer: The following piece of fictional writing contains adult themes and explicit content, including sexual acts and language. It is intended for mature readers only and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 9: Public humiliations and a threesome

I potted around Mistress Charlotte's large brownstone cleaning, dressed in my uniform. I guess you could technically call it a french maid's uniform, but it comprised of so little material that it left nothing to the imagination. My top was basically a black bra made out of a translucent black material with the tops lined with white ruffles that accentuated my cleavage. My mid-riff was exposed and my bottom was barely covered with a tight miniskirt made of the same material as my top, the hems were also lined with the same white ruffles. Over the miniskirt, I wore a tiny white apron that served no purpose other than encourage the French made aesthetic.

I wore a black thong under my skirt since Mistress Charlotte didn't want me flashing my faux and sissy pussy every time I bent down to clean. Ironic considering that she had me feminised and transformed into every hot blooded man's sex doll. On my right thigh, I wore a ruffled garter, which contrasted against the tattooed garter on my other thigh. Completing my outfit was a white ruffled choker with a black bow around my neck, a matching white headpiece (or bonnet), black sheer thigh-high stockings, and 4" heels.

On the days that I was not scheduled to work at the hotel, it was my job to clean and keep Mistress Charlotte's home spic and span, and much as I hated to admit it, I was very good at it. I scrubbed her toilets until they were sparkling and I made sure her furniture were dust free and her mirrors and windows were sparkling. As I continued cleaning and dusting, I heard Mistress Charlotte's voice from the kitchen. She was speaking to someone on the phone. Normally, whatever my new normal is, I wouldn't eavesdrop and try to listen in on the conversation, but for some reason, I did anyway.

"...I've spoken him and she'll be available for the next week... No, I haven't told her yet, but it really doesn't matter. She'll do whatever we tell her to. After all, we own her. Literally. ...Yup, 5pm or so... bring her up to speed. Alright, thanks. Bye."

Hearing the end of the call, I quickly resumed my cleaning and carried on as through I did not hear anything so as not to arouse suspicion. As I cleaned the walls of the hallway with a damp rag, Mistress Charlotte came out of the kitchen and saw me.

"Right, Bambi. I'm going to leave for work. Finish up all your duties by 6pm today. I won't be around this evening but Erika will come by. As usual, you are to obey her without question," said Mistress Charlotte. I curtseyed and nodded my head in acknowledgement. "Also, if I catch you trying to eavesdrop on my phone conversations again... Well, let's just say that you would consider your punishment for cheating on Amaia to be mild."

Shock was written all over my face. I had not expected Mistress Charlotte to know I had eavesdropped and yet somehow she knew. While processing the shock, Mistress Charlotte picked up her black Prada tote and walked out the front door for work.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning and fretting about what was to happen this evening and the next few days, as well as realising that Mistress Charlotte seemed omniscient, knowing what I would do even as I did it. I suppose that even if I had not cheated and Mistress Charlotte had intended to turn me into her feminised slave, she would have succeeded regardless and I would be here in the exact same position anyway. And the thought of that chilled me to the bone.

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At 7pm, the doorbell rang. I minced my way to the door to open it. Mistress Erika stood there and I greeted her with a curtsey and welcomed her into the house, noticing that she was carrying a large paper bag with her.

"Good girl. Have you been behaving yourself?" asked Mistress Erika nonchalantly as though I was a real girl and not a male that had been forced feminised and trained into one. "Now come along, we have work to do."

Mistress Erika strode past me and led the way to my little bedroom. When I got to my room, Mistress Erika was already looking through my closet, so I stopped and stood by the door, hands clasped in front of me, patiently waiting for instructions.

"There we go," Mistress Erika said triumphantly, pulling out a pair of lacy pink thongs with cute little embroidered flowers and tossing them to me. "Put this on while I get you your dress."

I stepped out of my French maid uniform, folding and setting it neatly in a pile on my bed. I was completely naked and my nipples reacted to the cool air by getting erect. I daintily stepped into the lacy thong and slid them up my smooth, hairless legs. The thong barely covered anything but was instant eye candy for any man who saw me wearing it. And because of the "special" surgical tuck that Mistress Charlotte had put me through, I was completely smooth like a girl and even had hints of a camel toe through the thong. It was a constant, humiliating reminder that while I was still technically a male, no one who saw me in my underwear would ever think I was anything but female.

Handing me the dress she had brought in the paper bag, I unfurled the dress to discover it was a single shoulder body contouring bandage dress. Pulling it over my head, I pushed and tugged the stretchy material until I got it on. I tried pulling down the skirt hem but the dress itself was designed to be as short as possible. Looking into the mirror, it was obvious that the dress left nothing to the imagination, not to mention my nipples poking through the thin fabric. The dress clung to my body in the all the right places, showing off all my feminine curves and a subtle peak of my cleavage as well.

While I knew that Mistress Charlotte and Erika had surgically sculpted my body to resemble a woman, I had not realised how much of a woman I really looked like until I put on this dress. I had a clear hourglass shape, with a very narrow waist, broader hips and proportionate breasts. My legs were slim and toned and my slender arms ended in light pink manicures with white tips. Looking at my own face, well, it was more like looking at a pretty girl's face. There was no trace of masculinity left in it, and I wasn't even sure that I looked anything remotely like how I looked before. My features had been reshaped into delicate feminine ones and my lips had been enhanced with collagen to look luscious and fit my face perfectly.

There was really no hope for me to ever go back to being Daniel even if I wanted to. There were far too many physical changes that had been forced upon me that could not be undone even if I had all the money in the world to do so. Mistress Erika interrupted my thoughts with a slap on my ass, grinning as she watched my cheeks jiggle, and told me to put on my make up. She instructed me to do a bit more sluttily, with heavier eyeliner and a darker shade of lipstick. I complied and by the time I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that if I was still a male and saw myself in a club, I definitely would want to hook up with myself.

"Come on," chastised Mistress Erika. "Stop admiring yourself in the mirror and let's go."

Looking at Mistress Erika, she had changed into a cute little black dress that was more modest than mine. She tossed me a pair of pink glittery heels and I slipped them on my feet while she slipped into pair of muted black stilettos. Grabbing my hand, she led me out of the house where a cab was waiting for us. Mistress Erika and I got in and the cab took off.

While in the cab, I noticed the driver ogling us in the rear view mirror, and I wondered whether I had been this obvious when I was Daniel but Mistress Erika gave me no quarter to my own thoughts and began telling me that we were going clubbing tonight and my task was to flirt with strangers. Mistress Erika continue to surprise me in unpleasant ways, especially when she said that I was definitely going to get groped a lot and I was to act as though I enjoyed it. I was about to voice my objection when she stroked my inner thigh and I let out an involuntary moan.

"Clearly, that won't be a problem," Mistress Erika snickered. "It's a good thing that we keep you constantly aroused."

I flushed at her words, knowing that the cab driver was listening intently to our conversation but the sudden braking let us know that we had arrived at our destination. Stepping out of the cab, I looked up and was greeted with the sight of a queue beneath a neon sign that said 'Blue Moon'. Holding my hand, Mistress Erika pulled me up to the bouncer and whispered something into his ear. I could feel the eyes of virtually every man in my immediate vicinity ogling at us. He then stepped to one side and unhooked the velvet rope, letting us enter the club.

Inside the club was a loud cacophony of music and people talking loudly. The music was so loud that I could feel my breasts vibrating. I was almost overwhelmed by the stroboscopic lights as Mistress Erika guided me to the bar, and introduced me to the bartender as her latest project. He smiled knowingly and asked what drink I would like to have.

"She'll have a vodka tonic," Mistress Erika said before I could respond. "And I'll have my usual."

"So, Bambi, you now have a choice. You can either learn to be a party girl and get out on the dance floor, dance with men who will hit on you and possibly grope you, and maybe you'll find a nice guy who you'll enjoy the rest of the night with," she continued. "Or I can arrange for it to happen anyway, and you probably won't remember much of it but you'll probably have pictures and videos to remind yourself."

My mouth dropped open halfway, knowing Mistress Erika was implying that she would feed me with some kind of 'date rape' drug and let men have fun with me anyway, which sent chills down my spine knowing what they intended of me. I swallowed and in a meek voice, "Yes, Mistress. I'll learn to be a party girl."

"That's my girl," Mistress Erika said with a wide smile. "Now take a gulp of your vodka tonic and go enjoy yourself on the dance floor."

Drinking up, I passed my drink to Mistress Erika for safekeeping while I made my way through the crowd onto the dance floor. I wasn't sure what to do, but I took my cue from the other women who were flipping their hair and gyrating their bodies. I had barely started moving when I felt a strong hand around my waist and a man who had come up to me was attempting to dance with me. I tried backing away from him in shock at his brazenness but I stepped back into an another man behind me attempting to rub his semi-erect cock against me. I tried to move away but the crowd was too dense for me to make any escape attempt.

The man behind me had his hands on my hips and was grinding his erection into my ass while the man in front of me had taken my hands and put them around his neck, while his hands were around my waist, pulling me in and grinding me from the front. With every movement, I could feel my dress riding up and a gush of cold air on my bottom told me that my thong was on display for the world to see.

Being feminised and kept in a permanently aroused state meant that I had developed heightened sensitivity in other erogenous areas of my body and these areas included my neck, breasts, waist, ass and thighs. As I was forced to dance with the two men, they kept touching my sensitive areas and while I was repulsed by their actions, I was slowly getting turned on at the same time and they seemed to know it. It took nearly everything within me to suppress any kind of moaning out of fear that it would only encourage them on.

Finally, the song ended and I quickly broke free of them, pulled my dress back down and squeezed my way through the crowd, away from the two men who had groped me, and turned me on, and back to Mistress Erika. Mistress Erika was smiling as I got back to her.

"Damn girl," she exclaimed. "You were such a hot piece of ass out on the dance floor wrangling two guys at the same time. Shit, I think I've really outdone myself this time."

"Look over there," Mistress Erika continued. "See that handsome black man looking at you? Go on, make eye contact. Smile at him. Hmm... Here's a new task for you Bambi. Since you've proven yourself to be quite the little tease on the dance floor, I want you to flirt with him and pick him up. Go blow him in the toilets or anywhere else you like but get his number."

"W...what..? Mistress?" I stammered. "You can't be serious, right?"

"Oh yes I am. Now look at him. Stroke your face and play with your lip. Slip your finger into your mouth and lick it. Bring your fingers down to your cleavage and flick your nipples. That's a good girl. Oh good, he likes what he's seeing and he's coming over. Now, you know what to do so go do it. When you're done, I'll be here waiting for you to tell me about it."

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"Hi cutie, your next drink's on me. I'm Jerome, by the way."

"Hi Jerome," I reply in as sultry a voice as I can manage, but still a little uncomfortable that I was being hit on as a girl. "I'm Bambi. Do you come here often?"

"Clearly not often enough as I haven't seen you here before. Is this your first time here?"

"Uh huh, it's my first time here," I said, feeling all nervous. "Um... do you want to dance?"

"It would be my pleasure." Jerome extended his hand to take my hand and led me onto the dance floor. With Jerome, I certainly felt a lot more comfortable. Maybe it was because he introduced himself to me. Maybe it was because I was the one that asked him to dance. Maybe it was because he didn't grind me despite the fact that he was obviously attracted to me. Either way, I was a lot more comfortable and took the opportunity to grind my ass into his crotch. His put his arms around my waist and grinded back appreciatively. His hands continued to explore my body as I rubbed against his for the rest of the song and in the lull between songs, I leaned in and whispered into his ear as my hand rubbed his semi-erect cock through his pants.

He nodded in response and led me towards the bathrooms. Part way down the corridor, he opened an unmarked door and pulled me in. Closing the door behind me, he immediately pinned me against the door, kissing me passionately. His hands grabbed my ass while I unbuckled his pants and reached in to free his cock. Still kissing, I stroked his cock to its full glory and by my estimates, it was at least 8".

Breaking the kiss, I immediately squatted down on my heels and licked the head of his cock. I expertly swirled my tongue piercing around his shaft, letting my piercing do most of the work in eliciting and groan of pleasure from him. Opening my mouth, I engulfed his man-meat, sucking it and moaning in pleasure as it slid in and out between my lips.

Using a combination of strokes, licking, kissing, fondling his balls and telling him how big his cock is and how much I loved how it tasted, I had Jerome groaning in pleasure and stroking my head, telling me how hot I was. It wasn't long before he had his hand on the back of my head and I was deepthroating his cock. I was salivating and was incredibly turned on by the fact that he had his hand on the back of my head, no doubt was the result of Mistress Erika's conditioning.

Tugging off my shoulder strap and exposing my tits, Jerome alternated between slapping my face with his erection and making me give him a titty job. Pushing me against the wall, he began face fucking me as I fondled with my own erect nipples, moaning because I was a bitch in heat. His cock slid easily down my well-practiced throat and he got more aggressive the closer he was to cumming. It wasn't long before he was face fucking me so aggressively that my head was bouncing against the wall and he thrusted his cock straight down my throat and ejaculated his man seed down my throat, straight into my tummy. I could feel his hot spunk filling up my tummy and he shot prodigious amounts. I was gasping for air by the time he was done and pulled his cock out of my throat.

Jerome stuck his cock back into my mouth for me to lick it clean. I thanked him very much for his hot delicious cum and he gave my ass a little smack as pulled up my dress to cover my exposed tits and wiped away all traces of my adventures while he pulled up his pants.

"Well babe," he said as he opened the door of the storage closet to let us both out and handed me a name card. "Call me if you want more, and really hope that do you."

Taking the card from him, I smiled at him as best I could before walking back to Mistress Erika and handing the card to her.

"Damn girl!" exclaimed Mistress Erika. "You're really something, blowing him like that and him giving you his number so easily. He probably would have still enjoyed it even if he knew what you were."

Mistress Erika giggled at her comment as I blushed furiously in shame at what I had just done. "And it's not even 11pm and you've already had your first load! We'll be here for a few more hours and... well... you'll be well fed by the time we leave."

And true to her word, Mistress Erika had me repeat the same process with several other men that she had me pick out from the crowd who were ogling at me, some openly, others more discretely, and they all ended in the same way--with me on my knees blowing them in various places of the club, several of were in the men's room which I observed getting dirtier the later it got. One of them even knew the bartender so I had the unwanted experience of blowing him behind the bar.

By the time we left the club at about 2am, I had drunk a lot of alcohol, swallowed at least 7 loads, my breath smelt like cum, my dress and hair was spotted with dried cum and my make up was smeared in some places. My speech was slurred and I had problems walking straight and had to be helped out of the club by Mistress Erika. I vaguely remembered that she took pictures and slapped my ass, telling me how proud she was that I had turned out to easily be the best she had ever trained. The worst part was that I was incredibly horny and turned on after being groped, touched and rubbed by the men in all my erogenous body parts, which reinforced my mental conditioning to be sexually available for men. I don't remember anything after we got into the cab.

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I woke up in a nice plush bed, in very luxurious settings. The sun was flooding through the semi-drawn curtains and a bright ray was shining on my face which was what woke me up in the first place. I turned over and saw that it was 11:17am on the table clock and realised I was still in the same dress I wore the night before. The memories of what I had done the night before came back in bits and pieces. I heard the shower turn off and a few moments later, Mistress Erika strode out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

"Great, you're awake Bambi," she said. "I know you've had a long night but the sun today is perfect for tanning and this is the perfect time to refresh your cute little tan lines. I've laid out your bikini on the table there so go wash up and put it on. Hop to it!"

I complied, dragging myself out of bed and away from the warm covers and discovered that I was still wearing my heels. I slid out of my dress and thong, and then removed my heels before stepping into the shower where the warm water hit me and made me feel so refreshed. I showered and washed my hair and face clean of any remnants of dried cum and dried off.

When I saw the bikini I was supposed to wear, I froze. It was hardly a bikini. It was made of a lavender sheer material that did very little to hid anything under it. The cups were tiny and seemed to be designed just to cover a small area around the nipples and nothing more. The bottom was even worse. All it had was a tiny triangle piece in the front which looked as though it was too small to even cover up my faux pussy and the rest were just strings.