The Manor Tome 1 – Maeva – The Weekend

 

Chapter I – The Invitation

 The first time I encountered Maeva was over three decades ago. Back then, we were both regulars in the niche chat rooms dedicated to fetishists, a tight-knit community still finding its footing in the early days of the internet. Connecting online required scheduling specific times; it wasn’t the seamless experience we enjoy today. Those were pioneering days, much like where we stand with AI now.

Maeva was the first person I ever met who shared my passion for gloves. Until then, I’d been convinced I was alone in the world, possibly even mentally unwell. But Maeva set me straight, and we became inseparable online friends.

We got into a rhythm of meeting at the same time each evening to chat about our mutual obsession with gloves. Over time, our conversations deepened into far more than just leather and fabric. Thirty-odd years later, Maeva and I still catch up at least once a week. Sure, those old chat rooms are long gone, but we’ve migrated seamlessly across platforms over the decades.

Our relationship has evolved into something profound. We’re practically pen pals now, no secrets between us after all these years. The one thing we’ve never shared in three decades? Our faces and our real names. We’ve maintained that mysterious veil while exchanging photos of our latest glove acquisitions, growing impossibly close despite, or perhaps because of, our anonymity. I knew Maeva lived in England; she knew I was in Canada. That was the extent of our geographical knowledge, no addresses or phone numbers ever crossed those digital lips.

A few months ago, I received the usual weekly email from Maeva, but this one was different. Formal. Incredibly intriguing.

Dear glove lovers,

If you’re reading this, you’re among my closest, most loyal friends, people who know me inside and out, privy to my deepest secrets and desires. You know everything about me, or nearly so. To thank you for standing by me all these years, even if only online, I’m inviting you to join me for an exceptional weekend at my country Manor in England. It’s time we met face-to-face and discovered who we are beyond our screens. All expenses covered: travel, accommodation, food, drink, and a few surprises.

I’m counting on your presence. A refusal would devastate me. Attached is an important form to fill out, it also serves as your confirmation. Please return it within forty-eight hours. Instructions and flight tickets will follow shortly.

We’re meeting in three weeks. I can’t wait to finally see you all. Gloved caresses and a thousand kisses, my darlings.

 Maeva

P.S. Please don’t contact me between now and our meeting, I won’t be able to reply.

I was absolutely floored. There was no way I was missing this weekend!

From day one, I’d known Maeva was a staunch lesbian who detested most men, finding them hypocritical, deceitful, chauvinistic, and disgusting. Sure, there were exceptions (like me), but outside professional contexts, she kept men at arm’s length.

I’d also known for nearly thirty years that Maeva was obscenely wealthy, very, very rich. She’d inherited the family fortune at sixteen, though she rarely discussed it. I knew she owned countless estates and that her wealth ranked among England’s greatest. In short: aristocracy incarnate, one of the country’s most powerful women. Yet she couldn’t have cared less about any of it.

When I opened the attachment, there was a questionnaire, dietary habits, allergies, and other practical information to ensure smooth accommodations. Then came questions about physical measurements from head to toe. A bit odd perhaps, but knowing Maeva as long as I had, I knew she never did things halfway. She probably needed them for those “surprises.”

Fortunately, I had all this data handy, I’d just had a custom suit tailored for business trips days earlier.

What made me pause was the final section before signing: a strict confidentiality clause.

Everything said or done within the Manor walls and grounds must remain confidential. No mobile phones, cameras, or tablets permitted, we’d hand them over upon arrival. Internal cameras would capture Saturday evening’s festivities; copies would be provided for personal use only, never to be published or shared under penalty of legal action.

It seemed legitimate enough, and I trusted Maeva implicitly. I signed with my real name, Charles, and sent it back immediately.

Minutes later, her reply arrived:

I knew you’d be the first to reply, Charles. See you in three weeks, darling!

The first time she’d ever used my actual name. It felt intimate. Real.

Days later, my tickets and instructions arrived. A driver would meet me at the English airport for the Manor transfer. Travel light, essentials provided on-site. Formal attire mandatory for Friday’s banquet (courtesy of our hostess). Casual but neat outfits for Saturday, plus special evening wear for the big party, all provided by Maeva. Sunday travel attire also included.

A note in bold: All women must wear gloves outside their rooms throughout the weekend. Gloves provided courtesy of Maeva.

I couldn’t believe it! Twenty years ago, Maeva had asked what I’d most want involving gloves.

I’d replied: “A festive weekend where all women were required to wear them!”

She’d taken my fantasy seriously and was making it real! This weekend would be unforgettable.

Chapter II – The Arrival

 The day finally came, and I was heading to England. At the airport, I grabbed my suitcase and made for the exit, only to find an absolutely stunning young woman waiting with a sign reading “Charles, Canada.” Maeva knew exactly what she was doing! Beyond being gorgeous, this girl wore black thigh-high stockings, black high heels, a tight black dress that hugged every curve, and long black satin gloves that caught the light beautifully. The weekend was off to an incredible start.

When she spotted me, she introduced herself with a smile that could melt steel.

“My name is Heather, Charles. I’ll be at your service throughout this lovely weekend, please, don’t hesitate to ask for anything. And when I say anything, I mean exactly that.”

She winked playfully before taking my suitcase and striding ahead with a gait so smooth it was almost hypnotic.

“Follow me, please,” she called over her shoulder.

Outside, a sleek black Bentley waited, glossy as obsidian in the sunlight.

“Wow, did Maeva rent this just for me?” I asked.

Heather chuckled. “It’s her personal car. I’m one of her assistants.”

She opened the back door with practiced elegance, and I slid inside while she stowed my luggage.

Once she’d settled into the driver’s seat (the steering wheel on the right side still threw me, those mad Brits!), she gestured to a bar hidden in the rear.

“There’s a full bar back there. We’ve got about sixty minutes to drive, so help yourself.”

I poured myself an exceptional Scotch and started chatting with Heather. She was eager to hear my thoughts about Maeva and the weekend, preferring to listen more than talk, but her company was delightful nonetheless.

An hour later, after two more Scotches and extensive conversation, I found myself increasingly drawn to this fantasy-woman sitting before me. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions considerably, and every time I looked at Heather in those stockings and gloves, desire surged through me.

“We’re here,” she announced, pressing a button.

A massive wrought-iron gate swung open, and we turned onto the driveway. In the distance, the Manor rose before me, absolutely enormous, with grounds stretching endlessly in every direction. I spotted stables and grooms tending to horses on that impossibly green grass.

When we arrived at the entrance, five other cars were already parked, all very fine vehicles, though none quite as impressive as a Bentley.

“The others have arrived,” Heather said simply.

She came around to open my door, retrieved my suitcase, took my arm with her gloved hand, and led me inside. The entrance hall was breathtaking, marble everywhere, two grand staircases flanking the space. I felt like I’d stepped into an episode of Downton Abbey.

“Come along. Your suite is upstairs,” Heather said as her heels clicked against the marble floors.

She opened a wide door and informed me that dinner would be in an hour.

“Take time to freshen up and put on your suit. I’ll return for you then. If you need anything, press the button by your bedside.”

After she left, her heels fading down the hallway, I quickly showered and laid out my outfit. Maeva had thought of everything: favorite cologne on a small table, matching socks and boxers, white shirt, black tailcoat, bow tie, Italian shoes, even a magnificent gold watch.

Nothing forgotten.

Someone knocked, Heather again. When I opened the door, she looked me up and down with an approving eye, had me turn around for inspection, then declared everything perfect.

But Heather herself had transformed. She now wore an elegant black evening gown with a thigh-high slit, those same stunning black stockings, black patent leather heels, and long black leather gloves extending to her shoulders. Her makeup accentuated those gorgeous blue eyes, and dark red lipstick completed the look. She was breathtaking, and my body responded immediately, though I desperately hoped she hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s go to dinner,” she said finally.

“But first, important etiquette: under no circumstances are you to speak to Maeva unless she explicitly invites conversation. I doubt she will. However, I strongly recommend conversing with the other guests, Maeva wants to observe how you all interact.”

During our walk to the banquet hall, we passed nothing but women, all dressed alike Heather, all wearing gloves. Clearly, each guest had their own personal assistant for the weekend.

Seeing those lovely gloved women made my arousal nearly painful!

Heather pushed open an enormous door and led me into a vast room dominated by a single table with seven chairs: one large chair at the head, three on each side. Apart from the head seat and mine, every spot was filled.

I scanned the room, and realized I was the only man present. Come to think of it, apart from those distant grooms, I hadn’t seen another male since arrival.

Chapter III – The Guests

 I swept my gaze around the table. Five women sat before me, all elegantly dressed and wearing gloves, long black satin evening gloves on every one of them. Maeva knew damn well about my weakness for those particular accessories. What a coincidence! There was a stunning redhead, a petite but gorgeous Asian woman, a voluptuous beauty with a radiant face, a tall mysterious dark-skinned woman with raven hair, and beside me, a delicate blonde whose gentle features suggested shyness.

To break the ice, I ventured, “Hello, everyone! I never imagined finding myself in such delightful company. You all look absolutely stunning, Maeva certainly has an eye for making us look our best!”

The five women burst into laughter, and the tension melted away.

The voluptuous one with the beautiful face replied, “You’re the only man I’ve seen since I arrived.”

The others nodded in agreement.

The tall brunette remarked, “We’re in luck—one man for all five of us!”

More laughter rippled through the room.

A gorgeous sommelier with long blonde hair and white gloves entered, serving each of us a glass of wine.

I ventured, “Has anyone seen Maeva?”

The petite blonde beside me answered, “No, but we were told not to speak to her, something about protocol.” She extended her hand. “I’m Florence.”

I smiled and shook it. “Charles.”

The redhead across from me said, “I never reveal my name to strangers, but I’ll make an exception for you because I find you attractive. My name is Astrid.”

The petite Asian woman kept staring at me and said casually, “Myako. You really are quite attractive! You know, I’d love to put your cock in my mouth while kneading your balls with my gloves on!”

I replied with a laugh, “Thanks for the compliment!”

Everyone erupted in laughter as the voluptuous young woman said, “I like you! You don’t mince words! So, Myako, what would you say if I ate your pussy while kneading your tits? I’m Camille!”

Myako shot back, “Come on! Eat my pussy right now, you little pervert!”

The room shook with laughter.

Finally, the beautiful tall dark-skinned woman spoke bluntly: “Stop it, ladies, you’re going to embarrass the gentleman and give him a massive hard-on! I’m Gabriela. I’ve never eaten pussy, but I’d love to try! And you, Charles, have you ever eaten a beautiful, soaking-wet pussy?”

The conversation was interrupted by her entrance, a magnificent tall woman with very long black hair who moved with feline grace. She wore a long black satin gown slit high up one thigh, long black stockings with a wide floral band, pointed black stiletto heels that made her appear even more imposing, brilliant red lipstick, and eyes made up like a cat ready to pounce. But above all, long black leather gloves reaching her shoulders. Maeva’s signature.

There she stood, gazing at us and smiling! She was even more beautiful than I’d imagined, and despite being nearly sixty, she looked absolutely stunning! We all stared in wonder, as if royalty had entered the room.

Maeva remained standing behind her chair, her eyes sweeping over each of us with immense joy sparkling within them. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.

She looked me straight in the eye and said, “Charles, my handsome Charles! You are even more magnificent than what I’ve dreamed of for over thirty years. I knew that by bringing you into the room last, you would know how to warm up the atmosphere and bring good cheer to the group.”

Then she addressed everyone: “Good evening, everyone, and thank you for accepting my invitation. You all showed up, here with me, to celebrate friendship and our shared love of gloves. Tonight, well-kept secrets will be revealed for good reason. I want to form a small community of people who are dear to me. I’m getting older, and I don’t want to miss out on anything or have regrets.”

She paused before continuing: “You are all my loved ones, my best friends, and my confidants. Some know more about me than others, but in real life, absolutely no one can replace you. You are more than family to me, and none of you became my friend for my wealth. This weekend will be dedicated to getting to know each other better, with a specific purpose that will be revealed in due time. Now, it’s time for the secrets.”

Maeva looked Astrid in the eye and began.

“Let me introduce you to Astrid. My stunning redhead with a fiery spirit. She is direct and self-assured, knows exactly when to clear the air with the right words. Like us, Astrid loves gloves, all kinds, each pair offering unique sensations. She’s enterprising and bold. She’s also an excellent accountant, reliable and utterly honest. But my Astrid doesn’t know who she really is, whether she’s straight, lesbian, or into both. She’d love to suck Charles’s cock, of course, but also eat Camille out while getting her ass pounded by Florence. Together, we’ll discover who Astrid truly is.”

Astrid turned as red as her magnificent hair and bowed her head briefly, blushing with shame.

Then Maeva moved to Myako.

“My darling little Myako. Your direct, impetuous nature sometimes gets you into trouble, but you’re smart enough to sort things out yourself. Your immense talent for cracking codes and hacking systems might not be put to the best use right now, but I’m convinced you’ll find a path that helps the world. Myako loves everyone, regardless of gender, and gets aroused whenever she sees someone in gloves. And I’m absolutely certain your panties are soaking wet by now. Of course Myako would suck Charles’s cock while getting eaten out by Astrid, and everyone would quickly get exactly what they wanted. We’ll see what happens with you this weekend.”

Everyone remained silent, and I recognized my Maeva, all her splendor, strength, and immense sincerity.

Camille seemed to dread what lay ahead but carefully didn’t let it show. Maeva paused as she looked at Camille, a pause just long enough to make her feel a bit more uncomfortable.

“Camille. Your enthusiasm, kindness, and good humor make you exceptional. You’ve overcome bullying and prejudice to become a beautiful, full-figured, unforgettable woman. You look magnificent with your soft curves, finally completely at ease with your body. You love all kinds of gloves, but more than anything, you adore giving pleasure while wearing them. Yet there’s a part of yourself you haven’t fully acknowledged. You think you’re a lesbian, but deep down, you’d happily take Charles’s hard cock in your mouth while caressing his anus with surgical gloves.”

Camille let out a soft, intrigued little giggle and bit her lower lip as she looked at me. Her eyes were sparkling, honestly, I believe she would gladly suck me off.

She continued: “Gabriela. Tall, strong, honest. Your job as a police officer doesn’t always bring satisfaction. You are sensitive, and injustice makes your blood boil to your core. Perhaps it would be better for you to steer your career in a different direction? Somewhere you could make a difference without the dangers of everyday police work? You love gloves passionately and adore the sensations they provide. You’re a man-eater who loves watching them climax when you arouse them with your gloves. Yet you’re a sensual soul at heart, and no man has ever given you exactly what you’re looking for. Perhaps you’d find that missing piece by trying it with a woman, a gloved woman! Think about it, my beautiful Spaniard, and satisfy those urges, it’s important.”

We listened to Maeva with utmost attention, everyone seeming to grasp her meaning.

Then she looked at the petite blonde beside me and said, “My beautiful Florence. My darling Florence, who has loved gloves since childhood yet always suffered from not being born in the right body. When I met you, you were barely twelve, already feeling like a woman, not the little boy named Florent. You’ve come such a long way, my dear. Look, Charles, see how beautiful and alluring she is! Florence, you have truly blossomed. And I am absolutely certain our handsome Charles would agree to fuck you, to let you sodomize him and for him to suck your cock. Wouldn’t you, Charles?”

Maeva smiled at me, I smiled back, then turned to Florence with a warm expression of approval.

My turn didn’t come immediately. Maeva glanced around the table again, smiling as she looked at each woman individually. Then she spoke once more.

“Astrid and I met about five years ago. You are the last person I hit it off with immediately. You don’t know everything about me, but I know a lot about you, and if you’re here tonight, it’s because I want you on my team.”

She addressed Myako next.

“My beautiful spirited Japanese girl, we’ve known each other for six years now. Your personality appealed to me right away, and I’ve learned so much about you. Your immense talent will be incredibly useful to my crack team.”

We all looked at each other, thinking the same thing: “But what is she talking about?”

She continued: “Camille, you came into my life seven years ago. You were desperate, bitter, deeply unhappy. But your resilience and strength of character have made you a strong woman capable of leading. That’s why you’re here tonight, my team needs you.”

I still had no idea what team she meant.

She went on: “My passionate Gabriela. Nine years of talking non-stop, week after week. Your strength and passion will take you much further than a patrol car. You’ll be indispensable to my wonderful team.”

She looked tenderly at Florence and said, “And finally, you, my little Florence. Twelve years. Do you realize the determination you showed? You were adamant about becoming a girl completely, yet after several conversations over time, you came to understand that having a penis wasn’t a problem. You took hormones and grew into a stunning young woman. It’s that determination and resilience that will make you a major asset to this team.”

She raised her wine glass: “Cheers, and may this team be able to carry on what I have built.”

I had so many questions for her! But Heather had strictly forbidden me from speaking.

Maeva continued: “I’m getting older, and the hardened old lesbian that I am can feel the weight of years catching up with me.”

She looked at me tenderly, I knew my turn would come.

“Charles,” she said after a pause of several seconds spent looking at me with emotion. “Do you know what day it will be tomorrow?”

She stifled a sob of joy.

“Tomorrow marks our thirty-fifth anniversary, the day we first met, my darling, my love, my ultimate best friend, with whom I began sharing everything, even my deepest secrets. Friends, I met all of you online, behind keyboards. I’ve met many others too, but Charles was the very first. We were young, shared the same fears and questions. Two glove fetishists who thought we were alone in the world. I had inherited my parents’ vast fortune, and Charles was there for me through good times and bad, without asking for anything or passing judgment.”

She took another sip of wine: “Charles and I literally fell in love, a distant platonic love. We never spoke on the phone, had never met before tonight. Never. Yet we know each other like an old couple who’ve spent their entire lives together. We each have secrets, always told each other everything. Charles is the ultimate glove lover. Just seeing six women wearing gloves in the same room as him gives him a rock-hard erection.”

She looked at me, laughing amidst general hilarity: “And that old pervert must be hard right now.”

She burst out laughing and everyone joined in, even me.

She continued after a brief pause: “Charles isn’t like most men. He understands women, I believe there’s a strong feminine side to his personality. Deep down, he’d like to be a woman.”

Without pausing: “About twenty years ago, I asked Charles what he wanted most involving gloves. Do you know what he told me? He wanted a festive weekend with only women, all wearing gloves the entire time. He said it would be magical. My dear Charles, the magic is happening, your wish is coming true. This weekend is partly your gift for our thirty-fifth anniversary.”

The five women started clapping and squealing delightedly.

Camille even blurted out: “Oh, that’s just so cute!”

Maeva smiled before continuing: “Our Charles here will be the linchpin of our team. Without him, our mission is doomed to fail. But we’ll discuss all this with you tomorrow. Come on, let’s eat and feel free to chat among yourselves.”

Caught up in excitement from her speech and overwhelmed by questions running through my mind, I came very close to speaking to Maeva, but she discreetly signaled for me not to say anything.

Chapter IV – The Assistant

 The banquet began, and the first course was served. Maeva watched and listened in wonder. I stole glances at her, transfixed by her beauty and power, like a matriarch presiding over her brood. Laughter rang out, good cheer palpable in every corner of the room.

Myako studied me with an appraising eye before suddenly blurting out, “You’d actually make a stunning, sexy woman!”

Astrid chimed in: “With beautiful shoulder-length black hair, gorgeous red lipstick, and feline eyes, you’d be absolutely irresistible! I’d definitely get soaking wet!”

The two erupted in hearty laughter while Maeva gave me a sly wink.

Florence seemed particularly responsive to my presence.

She placed her black satin-gloved hand on my thigh and whispered, “Is it true you’d be willing to suck my cock? Would you really do it?”

I replied just as softly: “I’ve never put a cock in my mouth, and apart from my own, I’ve never held one in my hands. But with you, I’d undoubtedly make an exception, it’s something I’d do with the greatest pleasure.”

Maeva looked jubilant, clearly delighted by how her team was coming together.

The evening was sheer delight, most conversation centering on the prospect of Charles transforming into a woman. The idea had stirred desire around the table, and it was safe to say guest rooms would soon reek of sex. As the banquet concluded, Maeva announced she was retiring for the night.

She spoke before leaving: “My dear friends, you have filled me with happiness this evening. Tomorrow will be long and busy, we have much to discuss and experience. Get good rest. Breakfast at seven o’clock tomorrow morning; your assistants will collect you around six-forty-five. And as a little end-of-evening surprise, I took the liberty of gifting each of you your favorite gloves, to use however you like. Anything goes! Goodnight, my little lambs. I love you.”

The assistants guided guests to their rooms, carefully explaining sleeping arrangements, just in case urges for closeness arose. Camille, Florence, and Gabriela went to bed. Astrid and Myako had instantly bonded and showed no interest in sleeping, they had other plans.

My room was the last door. Heather, still dressed as before dinner, came to open it and say goodnight.

Before leaving, she asked, “Is there one last thing I can do for you?”

I smiled and replied, “What do you suggest?”

She stepped into the room, closed the door, then moved closer with a sultry expression. She caressed my cheek with her black satin-gloved hands, and my erection materialized instantly inside my trousers.

“I’ve heard that women in gloves might have stirred something in you?” she said. “How painful and stifling it must be to spend hours like this!”

She placed a hand on my crotch, undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and pulled them down. She began caressing my hard cock with her gloved hands, lingering on my balls while looking me straight in the eye. Then she took my cock into her mouth, sucking frenetically, taking it out to lick before putting it back in, shifting against her inside cheek.

This continued for ten minutes. I was breathing heavily, on the verge of climaxing, and she realized it. She withdrew my cock and continued jerking me off rapidly. I felt my orgasm building and ejaculated a massive load directly onto her face.

“I’m really sorry about that!” I gasped.

She laughed: “I enjoyed pleasing you! Maeva told me it was your fantasy, something that’s never happened before. So there you go, it happened!”

I handed her a towel with an embarrassed but grateful thank-you. Dear Maeva, she always surprises me with what she knows!

After changing and washing up, Heather went to join Maeva in her quarters. She knocked softly; Maeva told her to enter.

Maeva had slipped into a sheer black silk nightgown and short leather gloves reaching her wrists. She was brushing her hair, preparing for bed.

“And then?” Maeva asked.

“He didn’t take much persuading, he was incredibly aroused but has great stamina,” Heather replied.

“It took me nearly fifteen minutes to make him come while really ramping up the intensity.”

Maeva smiled: “And after that?”

Heather blushed deeply: “He exploded with intense pleasure all over my face, then apologized.”

Maeva caressed her own breasts as she listened: “You loved it—admit it!”

Heather’s eyes sparkled: “Immensely! I even took the liberty of masturbating with those fabulous surgical gloves you provided. The ones I love.”

Maeva smiled and said, “Wonderful! You’ll make him an excellent assistant and companion. Now get some sleep, we have a grueling day ahead. And remember: you absolutely must pleasure him. It’s imperative for what comes next.”

Heather replied with sparkling eyes: “I certainly will. I really like him, I can’t wait to see him in his outfit tomorrow night.”

Maeva smiled warmly and said, “Me too! Goodnight, dear.”

Heather retired to her room.

Chapter V – The Connection

 Meanwhile, Astrid and Myako, who had bonded during the banquet, decided on one last drink together. In Astrid’s room, they began opening drawers out of curiosity.

Astrid squealed with surprise when she pulled out an impressively sized strap-on.

“Look at this!” she said to Myako, whose eyes went wide.

“Fantastic! Shall we try it?” Myako asked excitedly.

Astrid blushed: “I’m not sure, I’ve never tried that sort of thing.”

Myako was barely listening as she rummaged through other drawers.

Suddenly she sighed triumphantly and exclaimed, “Look! Maeva left you some sterile surgical gloves! That’s excellent, but they aren’t my size; they’re way too big for me! I’ll check my room to see if she left some for me too!”

She dashed off, leaving Astrid holding the strap-on awkwardly.

Myako returned less than two minutes later, triumphantly calling out: “She left some for me too, and I had a strap-on in a drawer!”

Only to see Astrid looking sad.

“Is something wrong?” Myako asked, approaching her.

Astrid admitted tearfully: “You know, Myako, Maeva was right earlier. I don’t really know myself, I’m not sure what my orientation is. Honestly, I’ve never slept with anyone because everything’s a jumble in my head.”

Myako felt a pang of regret: “Oh dear. There I go again with my over-the-top enthusiasm! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come on too strong. But how do you feel when you’re with me? Have you ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

Astrid shook her head no.

Tears rolled down Astrid’s cheeks as Myako pulled her into a hug: “But that’s not a requirement! Take me, for example, I’ve dated guys and girls but never officially committed. I love everyone and can be attracted to anybody regardless of gender. What matters is the attraction, not whether it’s a penis or vagina!”

Astrid looked at Myako and asked quietly: “Are you attracted to me?”

Myako giggled: “If I weren’t, we wouldn’t be here holding surgical gloves and strap-ons!”

She took Astrid’s hand and placed it on her damp panties: “Look how wet you’re making me!

Astrid smiled. The sensation of Myako’s moisture against her hand made her own panties dampen.

She took Myako’s hand and placed it on her own panties, whispering: “I think you’re making me wet too, I’ve felt attracted to you since I first saw you.”

Without hesitation, Myako rushed toward Astrid and kissed her passionately. Astrid felt heat wash over her as she surrendered to the furious kiss.

“So, are we trying on those wonderful gloves or not?” Myako asked breathlessly.

Astrid nodded, laughing, and opened her envelope. She slipped on her gloves under Myako’s attentive gaze, then removed her dress and bra, the sight of Astrid’s large, firm breasts left Myako speechless.

Astrid began caressing and licking her own breasts while watching Myako put on her gloves. Both women were intensely aroused; when Astrid slipped a hand beneath her panties, Myako became dripping wet with excitement.

They removed their panties and began masturbating frantically, crying out with pleasure, climaxing together before kissing passionately.

Then Astrid said: “We’ll definitely have to try the strap-ons next time! And touch each other too, I’d love to feel your hands on my body! This is the first time I’ve masturbated in front of someone, and the first time someone’s done it for me! It was so, so pleasurable. Thanks for giving me confidence, Myako.”

Myako smiled warmly, gathered her things, and went to bed: “Goodnight, my beautiful red-haired flame!”

Astrid replied tenderly: “Goodnight to you too, my fantastic little Japanese firecracker!”

Chapter VI – The Mistress

 The next morning, I rose before dawn, letting the hot water wash away the night’s remnants as I prepared myself for whatever this day might bring. I slipped into my provided attire, black trousers and shoes paired with a crisp white shirt, no tie this time, and fastened my gold watch to my wrist. At precisely 6:45 AM, there was a knock at my door.

Heather stood in the doorway, radiant as ever in a sleeveless white dress that hugged her figure just right, paired with those signature black thigh-highs and heels. What caught my eye were the short black gloves she wore, same nylon as her stockings, trimmed with a delicate ruffled cuff at her wrists.

“Good morning, Charles,” she greeted me warmly. “Did you rest well? Come on, we’re running late for breakfast.”

When I joined the dining room, I found myself last to arrive once again, and just like the previous evening, every woman present wore an identical ensemble: little black sleeveless dresses, black thigh-high stockings, black high heels, and those distinctive shoulder-length nylon gloves. The sight alone made my pulse quicken.

Gabriela caught me staring and laughed outright. “Ladies, I think Charles is about to pop a button!”

The room erupted in laughter, and I joined in, unable to hide my grin.

“How could any man not react to such an exquisite collection of gloved beauties?”

Then Maeva entered, commanding every eye in the room. She wore black thigh-high leather boots, a form-fitting black leather dress, and those short black leather gloves that screamed power and authority. She approached Astrid first, kissing her passionately before making her way around the table to greet each woman with the same intimate gesture.

When she reached me, she beckoned for me to stand, studying my face intently.

Her gloved hands came to rest on my shoulders as she whispered tenderly, “Happy anniversary of that fateful day we met, my handsome, beloved Charles.”

She kissed me with tongue and fervor, her fingers threading through my hair while everyone watched.

When she pulled back, she announced with a mischievous grin, “This is the first and last time I’ll ever kiss a boy, but damn if Charles doesn’t make it worth remembering! He made me so wet just now. You see the effect he has?”

The room exploded in laughter.

She settled into her seat, poured herself tea, and turned to me with that familiar authoritative smile.

“I heard last night’s festivities were… memorable? Why don’t you share the details? No secrets among us seven anymore.”

“I was just wondering about this ‘team business’ you mentioned, Mistress,” I replied.

Maeva chuckled. “All in good time, my curious little wolf! Now spill—what happened?”

With a sheepish grin, I recounted how Heather had brought me to climax and how I’d marked her face with the evidence.

Myako’s eyes lit up. “Lucky you!”

The others exchanged knowing smiles. Florence leaned in close, taking my hand and pressing it between her thighs.

“Feel that? Thinking about your story is doing things to me,” she purred, referring to the growing hardness beneath her panties.

Everyone roared with laughter as I turned crimson. Florence had certainly shed any shyness where I was concerned!

Maeva addressed Astrid next: “And you, my little spark, did anything exciting happen after the banquet? Did you enjoy those gloves I left for you?”

Astrid blushed furiously before admitting, “Myako and I got along wonderfully, Mistress. And yes, those surgical gloves were gorgeous! We… we didn’t go all the way yet, but we did masturbate for each other instead. It was magical!”

Maeva moved on to Camille with a sly smile.

“What about you, my voluptuous star?”

Camille practically vibrated with eagerness to share: “Mistress, I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Charles in women’s clothes! The thought absolutely consumed me. I used those surgical gloves you left out, had two incredible orgasms!”

I felt my face burning as Maeva threw her head back laughing.

“Gabriela? Anything to report?”

Maeva asked casually while spreading jam on toast.

Gabriela grinned wickedly. “Mistress, those yellow rubber gloves you left on my nightstand were divine! And yes, the image of Charles in women’s clothing definitely got me going, but honestly, just seeing that package with those fabulous rubber gloves made me so hot I had to take care of it immediately!”

Maeva smiled knowingly before turning to Florence, who was blushing furiously.

“And what about you, my lovely Florence? Did you enjoy my gift?”

Florence took a deep breath, clearly embarrassed but determined. “Mistress, thank you for those black latex gloves, they’re exactly my type! I slipped them on slowly while imagining Charles dressed as a woman… my cock swelled instantly. I fantasized about him in a sexy nurse outfit, sucking me while sliding his gloved fingers into my ass. I masturbated for twenty minutes, working my prostate, your lubricant helped tremendously. I came so hard that I had to change the sheets!”

Maeva’s expression turned almost triumphant.

“Your famous nurse fantasy with Charles! Well, he certainly made an impression last night! He got several women off and haunted quite a few of our imaginations.”

She paused, her voice dropping to something more intimate.

“Friends, I have to confess, I also touched myself wearing my leather gloves while thinking about Charles dressed as a woman, sucking Florence’s cock!”

She erupted in laughter, joined by everyone at the table, except me.

Maeva noticed my discomfort and gently tapped my arm with her gloved hand.

“Smile, Charles! It’s quite something to be six women’s fantasy in just one evening!”

Myako studied me thoughtfully before speaking up: “The more I look at you, the more feminine your features seem. You would make an absolutely stunning woman!”

Astrid nodded enthusiastically, and everyone agreed, much to Maeva’s delight.

She glanced at her watch and stood. “Breakfast is over. Your personal assistants will escort you to the meeting room.”

She paused, looking directly at me. “Charles, stay behind. I need a word with you privately.”

Chapter VII – The Request

 Once Heather had left us alone, Maeva’s demeanor shifted entirely. Her usual authoritative tone softened as she looked at me, really looked at me.

“Drop the ‘Mistress’ title when it’s just us,” she said gently but firmly.

“Charles, you and I have known each other for thirty-five years. You know everything about me, my businesses… You’re stagnating in that tiny company of two hundred employees, underpaid and miserable with your bosses. Your parents are gone, nothing keeps you tied to Canada anymore.”

Tears began streaming down her cheeks even as she smiled.

“I’m asking you, begging you, to trust me and join my team. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.”

I stared at her, stunned speechless.

“Maeva, what aren’t you telling me? Why would I leave everything behind to come work for you?” The question tumbled out before I could stop it.

Her smile faltered as fresh tears rolled down her face.

“Charles… I’m sixty years old and I have Alzheimer’s. The doctors say it’s incurable. I have one, maybe two years before my faculties start failing. Before I forget everything.”

I started to speak, but she pressed her hand over my mouth gently.

“Please… let me finish. I’ve lived an amazing life, but I want to spend whatever time I have left with you, with all of us, but especially you. I need someone I trust completely to carry on.”

Her voice cracked with emotion.

My own eyes were burning now, my throat tight with unshed tears.

She smiled through her crying and said, “Don’t cry, my love. I’m at peace with this. Just promise me, promise me you’ll join me.”

I answered as sincerely as I’ve ever spoken: “Of course, my love. You know I’d do anything for you. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”

Her face lit up with relief and joy. She kissed me tenderly before we headed toward the meeting room.

The meeting space was enormous, a massive table surrounded by all seven women seated in the same configuration as breakfast, each with a personal assistant standing behind them, hands clasped professionally.

Maeva waited until I’d taken my seat beside her, Heather positioned behind me, before speaking: “My friends, you’ve all noticed I surround myself exclusively with women, and that won’t change. The only exception is Charles.”

She gestured toward me warmly.

“He possesses many feminine psychological traits, thinks like a woman most of the time, and never acts like most men. That’s why we clicked thirty-five years ago and why our bond has only grown stronger.”

She paused for effect before continuing: “He’s my confidant, more loyal than anyone could ask for, loves me without question, and I love him just as completely. If he had breasts and a pussy, he’d be perfection incarnate.”

Light laughter rippled through the room.

“Now, you’re all here not just to celebrate our thirty-five years of ‘pure digital love’, that’s mostly between Charles and me. The real reason you’re here is trust.”

Maeva looked at each woman intently.

“You answered my call without hesitation, proving your loyalty. And none of you is happy where you are: underpaid, unfulfilled, nothing holding you back in your home countries with no family ties yet.”

She paused briefly to gather herself before dropping the bombshell: “I’ve just explained all this to Charles, and now I’m sharing it with you, I have early-stage Alzheimer’s. Right now I’m fine, just minor memory lapses, but doctors give me one to two years before things deteriorate significantly.”

The room went deathly silent.

“I need a team I can pass the torch to,” she continued firmly.

“Today is decisive for all of you. You have twenty-four hours to decide: do you want this challenge of a lifetime or keep living in your current unsatisfying reality? To prove how serious I am, your assistants will give you forms to provide banking details, one million pounds will be deposited this afternoon, and it’s yours to keep regardless of your decision.”

She looked around at their stunned faces. “Questions?”

No one spoke for several long minutes as the weight of everything settled over the room like a heavy blanket.

Chapter VIII – The Team

 The documents circulated around the table, and Astrid finally broke the heavy silence.

“Mistress, I’m genuinely sorry about your illness, and I understand why you’re doing this.”

She paused, then added with a self-deprecating laugh, “But why us? We’re just a bunch of fetishists, hardly important people!”

Maeva’s expression softened into a warm smile.

“That’s exactly where you’re wrong, my fiery beauty.”

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing gently: “Look, I’m going to lay it all out for you, and I’ll even tell you what roles I have in mind. The truth is, I know every single one of you inside and out. I picked each of you specifically for your temperaments and talents, talents you seriously undersell yourselves on.”

She turned her attention to me first.

“Charles will be CEO, managing my companies that employ over 80,000 people globally.”

Then she looked at Astrid with genuine warmth.

“As for you, you’re a numbers wizard, Astrid, nothing gets past you. You’ll be Vice President of Accounting for all the companies.”

Moving on, Maeva continued: “Myako, your hacking skills are off the charts, making you perfect for Vice President of IT Security. Camille, don’t sell yourself short anymore; you’ve got what it takes to be Vice President of Administration for the entire group. Gabriela, your sense of justice and that take-no-prisoners determination? You’ll make an outstanding Vice President of Security. And Florence,” she finished with a knowing smile, “your IT expertise makes you ideal for Vice President of IT and Hardware.”

Maeva let all this sink in, studying our faces as we processed the information.

When no one spoke immediately, I stepped into the silence: “My dear new friends, I get your hesitation, I really do. As for me? My mind’s already made up. I’m in, for Maeva’s sake.”

Myako perked up slightly. “And where will we be living?”

“Right here!”

Maeva answered without missing a beat, or even correcting Myako’s omission of her title.

“You all already have fully equipped quarters, everything you need and then some! We can ship over whatever personal belongings you want, and you can ask for anything you like, whenever. As for compensation? You’ll all be equal heirs to my legacy.”

She paused dramatically before continuing: “I’ll remain President until I’m no longer capable, and Charles will take over after that. These positions don’t exist yet, they’ll be created specifically for you, and you’ll build your departments with help from Charles and me!”

She glanced at me meaningfully.

“I should warn you,” I interjected gently, “Mistress, this won’t be easy work.”

Maeva shot me a playful grin.

“Oh, I’m well aware of that, Mr. Executive Vice President!”

She burst into genuine laughter, the kind that’s infectious, and soon everyone was chuckling along with her.

When the amusement died down, Maeva shifted topics: “Now then, let’s talk about your assistants.”

She gestured behind us all.

“These six lovely women are just like us, glove enthusiasts with healthy appetites for pleasure. I’ve known them as long as I’ve known you, and they’re joining the team as your personal assistants! They were chosen to match each of your personalities perfectly and will be your right hands for everything, literally anything you need.”

She caught her breath briefly before continuing with obvious excitement: “These beautiful women have been working with me for weeks now, privy to all our private conversations. They know you as well as I do and are ready to serve however necessary for our mission’s success. And Camille?”

She winked playfully.

“Your assistant is absolutely dying to go down on you, just say the word!”

She took a sip of water, glanced at me with an encouraging smile, then began making introductions: “Astrid, your tall blonde bombshell with those striking blue eyes and incredible figure? Her name’s Alice. She’s a numbers expert who’s bisexual and has quite the thing for surgical gloves.”

Moving on: “Myako, that voluptuous redhead behind you is Niahm, another skilled hacker who loves satin gloves and is open to just about anything.”

“Camille, your petite Black beauty is Anya, an administration pro who’s 100% lesbian and gets off just hearing the word ‘gloves.’ Gabriela, that slender blonde working with you is Natalia, a fierce fighter with excellent marksmanship skills who can’t get enough of rubber gloves.”

She paused for effect before continuing: “Florence, I don’t know if you noticed, but your dark-haired beauty with pale skin is Elisabeth, an IT expert who, like you, kept her penis. Oh, and she confessed yesterday that she’d love nothing more than for you to penetrate her.”

She caught her breath one more time before finishing: “Charles, I think you’ve figured out by now that Heather is basically your fantasy woman come to life. She’s amazing at everything, a master multitasker. You already know what else she can do, and trust me, just talking about surgical gloves gets her absolutely dripping wet.”

Maeva looked around the table with a triumphant expression.

“So, girls, you in? Say yes! You’ll be treated incredibly well, and your lives will change for the better. Take twenty-four hours to think it over, but if you say yes, you’re just going back home for a few weeks to settle affairs before starting this new chapter. I won’t be joining you for dinner, I’ll leave you to discuss among yourselves.”

As we sat there in our respective seats, the weight of everything settled over us like a heavy blanket mixed with possibility.

Gabriela turned to me directly: “Charles, did you say yes right away?”

“Of course!” I replied without hesitation. “It’s Maeva, what more reason do I need? Besides, I despise my bosses and am completely burned out with my current job. Here? I’m living a secret dream come true, so why wouldn’t I?”

Myako jumped in enthusiastically: “Yeah! Why not? I’m totally game!”

Florence looked at me with a mix of nervousness and boldness before blurting out: “Well, if you’re staying… then I’m staying too. And I absolutely want you to suck my cock while dressed as a woman.”

She started laughing along with everyone else, but I couldn’t help myself either. I planted a kiss on her nylon-gloved hand, which made her redenned deeply.

Suddenly Camille exclaimed cheerfully: “Oh fuck it! Charles, if I ever let anyone fuck me, it’ll be you! I’m staying too!”

Astrid seemed lost in thought for a moment before speaking pensively: “That sounds like an excellent opportunity… my title has a nice ring to it, and my assistant is exactly my type. There might be something delicious waiting there!”

She winked suggestively.

Myako shot her an amused look. “Hey! Don’t forget, you’re supposed to try out that strap-on with me!”

The room erupted in uncontrollable laughter once again.

Then Gabriela chimed in thoughtfully: “If I’m going to move forward, now’s the time. Nothing’s holding me back in Spain anymore, and heading up security really appeals to me. Plus if I want my first experience with a woman, Natalia seems perfect for that!”

After dinner, as we settled back into the meeting room, I asked one final question: “So, are we all set? Adventure awaits, are we ready to follow our Mistress anywhere?”

“YES!” came the near-unanimous response.

Our assistants appeared to escort us out, but I asked them to let Maeva know we were waiting for her in the meeting room instead.

While the other women chatted with their respective assistants about department ideas and development plans, I pulled Heather aside: “So, what do you think of all this?”

She didn’t hesitate: “If Maeva hadn’t saved me, I’d probably be dead by now. I owe her everything, this is an amazing challenge.”

I smiled warmly at her response before clarifying: “I mean the fetish stuff, the sex, the gloves, the fact that I could ask you for anything…”

Heather’s smile turned mischievous as she leaned in close. She kissed me deeply while placing her nylon-gloved hand deliberately on my crotch.

“That’s just a bonus,” she purred against my lips.

“We all knew what to expect when Maeva recruited us, honestly. And let me tell you, the assistants here are absolutely insatiable. We’re nymphomaniacs who worship gloves and can’t get enough sex.”

She pulled back slightly with a playful glint in her eyes: “I masturbate at least twice daily, we screw each other during our free time… During yesterday’s banquet? We had a six-person gangbang. And after that? You came on my face without needing any convincing.”

Heather studied my reaction before continuing boldly: “We’re all like that, any excuse is good enough for sex, especially with gloves involved! Honestly?”

She glanced toward the table where others were chatting.

“I’d be ready to bend over right here on this table while everyone watches and masturbates. You’re already getting hard thinking about it, aren’t you old pervert?”

Before I could respond, or adjust my obvious arousal, Maeva walked back into the room.

“You wanted to see me, Charles? What is it?”

She sounded slightly wary of interrupting our conversations.

I answered with complete confidence: “Mistress, we accept your proposal. All of us. You’ve got your crack team, and these assistants are brilliant and delightful. We’re going to be one hell of a working team, and an absolutely spectacular team when it comes to the bonuses!”

Maeva settled into her seat, tears of pure joy streaming down her face as she whispered: “Bring the papers… and champagne!”

Chapter IX – The Transformation

 Once we’d signed everything, Maeva informed us that dinner would be served earlier, and kept brief.

“Heirs, let’s grab a bite before getting ready for tonight’s magnificent evening!”

She gestured enthusiastically.

“You’ll have exactly two hours to prepare. Your assistants will escort you to the banquet hall, then return to help you into your special outfits and make sure you look absolutely stunning.”

After our quick supper, Maeva had small glasses brought around containing a strange greenish liquid.

“My friends, this is a little homemade blend, relaxing substances to set the mood and open minds for what’s ahead.”

She paused meaningfully.

“You’re not obligated to drink it, but I highly recommend it. It’ll sharpen your senses. Your assistants will take some too and join us for an evening rich with new sensations. Effects kick in around two hours and can last up to eight. See you later, my dears!”

Without questioning, we all drank the concoction, then our assistants led us back to our rooms.

Heather turned to me: “You can go shower, it’ll do you good. I’ll get your uniform ready while you’re washing up.”

But what exactly was this special uniform? What would tonight bring? Honestly, I had my suspicions, but my intrigue outweighed any doubts.

I stepped out of the shower with a towel around my waist.

“Where’s my costume?” I asked Heather.

“It’s hanging up, don’t worry. Come sit down; I’m going to prepare you according to Mistress Maeva’s instructions.”

She gestured toward a chair in front of a small vanity table with a mirror. She dried my hair, her gloved hands lingering on my skin just enough to stir arousal.

Then she pulled out a case from a bag and said, “Just let me do this, no questions I can’t answer.”

It was a women’s makeup kit!

I’d always fantasized about wearing makeup and lipstick’and Maeva knew that very well. Yet I’d never actually done it. Given all the hints dropped since yesterday and the general excitement surrounding the idea, I already knew exactly what my “special costume” would be. Years ago, I’d confessed a fantasy about dressing as a woman, even tried a few things once in a while in my solo sessions, but never dared to cross the line. Tonight, however, I was finally going to cross that line, and despite my nervousness, the thought thrilled me beyond measure!

She noticed my shivering and asked, “Nervous?”

“Yes,” I admitted as she began applying eye makeup.

“Did you take the relaxant?”

“Yes.”

She smiled knowingly: “Perfect. It’ll help you, heighten your senses. You’ll feel slightly euphoric, loose, but every sensation will be magnified tenfold. Plus, it’ll significantly delay ejaculation while keeping you rock-hard. When you do climax… well, let’s just say the orgasm will be indescribable.”

She pulled out a lipstick: “This shade is magnificent, and it’ll stay on for at least twenty-four hours, even with extreme oral use.”

Then another tube: “Lip gloss. For that perfect glossy, inviting look.”

When she finished, she said, “Look at me.”

She gave my cheeks a light dusting of makeup with a brush and stepped back to admire her work: “Gorgeous! Your features were made for this, it gives you such a feminine look! No, don’t peek yet!”

She opened another bag and withdrew a magnificent long black wig. She placed it on my head, and her eyes lit up.

“Extraordinary, impressive!”

She positioned me to face a long mirror.

“Turn around. Look at yourself.”

What I saw made me jump. I looked incredibly beautiful!

She told me to remove my towel and sit at the foot of the bed. From the walk-in closet, she retrieved a very short sleeveless black velvet dress, then a latex bodice with breasts, which she helped me into. Immediately, I felt my penis beginning to harden.

She gave it an affectionate little tap: “That’s a good sign.”

Once the bodice was properly fitted, the breasts looked completely natural, I found myself fondling them under her amused gaze.

Next came delicate black lace lingerie with straps for thigh-high stockings. The stockings were sheer black nylon with a lovely wide band featuring subtle patterns.

After fastening everything, Heather whispered, “I’d go down on you right now! You turn me on so much.”

She paused meaningfully: “Maeva said no underwear, just leave your cock as it is. The dress will hide it anyway.”

Once I’d slipped into the velvet dress, she said, “You look incredibly sexy!”

She brought out stunning high heels in brilliant black.

“Ever walked in shoes like these?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Often, I frequently wear them with stockings during my masturbation sessions,” I admitted.

“Perfect. Let’s see.”

She watched as I paced the room three or four times, my balance perfect, everything exactly right. Then she handed me magnificent long black satin gloves extending to my shoulders. They were incredibly soft, and I couldn’t help getting another erection.

Heather found this amusing: “At least your penis isn’t sticking out of your dress!”

I was beginning to feel more relaxed, too much so, and realized I was smiling more than usual.

Heather noticed too: “That’s good, the relaxant is kicking in.”

She checked her watch: “Time to go. Let’s move.”

Chapter X – The Evening

 We navigated through most of the Manor without encountering anyone until Heather opened a door revealing a spiral staircase with stone walls. We walked about ten meters down a narrow, all-stone corridor before arriving at an enormous wooden and wrought-iron door.

Heather pushed it open and gestured me inside: “Make yourself comfortable, help yourself to drinks. We’ll see each other later.”

The room was dimly lit with soft lighting and red drapes concealing the stone walls. Upon entering, an assistant I hadn’t seen before greeted me warmly in head-to-toe red attire with black leather gloves. She offered me a drink, I took Scotch, and motioned for me to step onto the red carpet laid across the floor.

The room was actually L-shaped and extended much further back than initially visible.

Another assistant, similarly dressed entirely in red with matching black leather gloves, approached: “Strike a pose, Madam, a few photos for posterity.”

I played along, striking a sensual, alluring pose that delighted the photographer.

“Perfect. You can proceed to the far end of the room by following the red carpet. Have a wonderful evening!”

The center of the room was much brighter than the sides but remained dimly lit at the edges. There was another bar with yet another assistant dressed identically to the others. Beyond the bar, lighting became brilliant, and there, in the center, I saw the room’s focal point: a large solid-wood throne surrounded by four large beds arranged in a semicircle, covered in what appeared to be waterproof sheets.

Various sex cushions and comfort accessories were scattered across dressers and small tables. Large antique sofas and armchairs faced the beds, but what surprised me most was seeing numerous cameras positioned at various angles throughout the room, no angle overlooked.

I settled into one of the armchairs, sipping my Scotch as I waited. The relaxant had taken full effect, I felt incredible.

About ten minutes after my arrival, a figure approached with a sensual, feline gait: Florence. She wore a magnificent pale green latex nurse’s dress nearly as short as mine, long white thigh-high latex stockings held up by a white latex garter beneath her hem, beautiful white stilettos, and very long white latex gloves extending to her shoulders. Her lips were deep red, eyes delicately made up, and she looked absolutely sublime.

She greeted me without immediately recognizing who I was, then realized: “Oh my God! You look fabulous, even better than my yesterday’s fantasies!”

She came and sat beside me: “You really turn me on, Charles!”

She giggled with pleasure, absolutely delighted to see me dressed this way.

Nearly ten minutes later, another figure appeared: Gabriela. She wore a lovely maid’s outfit complete with black sheer nylon thigh-highs and black high heels. Yellow rubber gloves completed her ensemble, dark lipstick and mysterious eyes finishing the look.

She immediately recognized Florence, who quickly exclaimed, “Look! Look at how stunning he is! He turns me on so much I’d suck him off right now!”

When she recognized me, Gabriela gasped: “Oh my God! You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined! You’re making me wet, Charles, you look magnificent!”

Florence noticed my fake breasts and touched them excitedly: “Wow, they look so real! Will you let me lick them to see what it feels like?”

I laughed and replied, “Only if you suck my cock!”

Florence answered eagerly, “Let’s do it right now, I’m ready!” and tried reaching under my dress.

“Whoa, not so fast, you naughty littlenurse! Let the evening get started first,” I chuckled.

She gave me a sultry look: “So… you’re really going to let me touch your hard cock?”

I smiled mysteriously: “We’ll see what happens!”

My inhibitions were fading, I felt incredibly relaxed with desire rising fast. I was rock-hard!

Florence took one of Gabriela’s gloved hands and asked, “What does it feel like having rubber gloves on a cock? I’ve never tried!”

Gabriela replied playfully, “Maybe I’ll show you later, if you aren’t too naughty!”

Florence seemed delighted by this prospect.

Ten minutes later, Camille approached. She looked radiant in her short immaculate white nurse’s dress with white thigh-high nylon stockings featuring a lovely floral pattern on the band, long white elbow-length surgical gloves, striking dark red lipstick, and bright mischievous eyes. White ankle boots with extremely high heels made her appear taller and gave her an imposing presence.

She saw me and shrieked: “No! It’s impossible! Maeva actually did it!”

She rushed over, grabbed my hands, and said, “You look phenomenal, absolutely stunning! I’m jealous! You’re definitely going to be tonight’s star!”

I smiled at her: “Hey there, beautiful Camille, I’ve got competition now! You look amazing and absolutely radiant. Seriously, if you want to get fucked by a real cock, come see me, I’m your girl!” I had just talked abaout myself as as girl without even noticing it.

Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was saying anymore, the relaxant had me in a state of pure bliss. I was just letting myself go completely.

Camille  laughed heartily: “Challenge accepted!”

What was I doing? Promising to fuck everyone, at this rate, I wouldn’t last long!

Barely four minutes later, Myako arrived wearing a magnificent sparkling red floor-length gown with a slit running up one side to the thigh. She wore sheer black nylon thigh-highs and stiletto heels matching her dress’s brilliant red hue. Her impossibly long gold earrings caught the light. Her makeup was breathtaking, lips and eyes as black as coal. And those gloves! Long black leather extending all the way to her shoulders! She moved with divine grace, like a Hollywood star, magnificent and alluring.

She moved toward us very slowly, stopping abruptly in front of Florence: “Excuse me, you sumptuous latex creature, but could you yield your seat briefly so I might speak with this breathtaking lady beside you?”

Florence rose to her feet with characteristic flair, relinquishing her seat to Myako. The woman’s eyes swept over me from head to toe, a wolfish grin spreading across her face.

“In that stunning gown? I won’t have any choice but to worship the cock hiding beneath all those layers!” Myako purred, licking her lips.

“You’ve got me absolutely soaked already, darling.”

I shot back with a disarming smile of my own.

“My dearest lady, watching you strut around in such magnificent attire has left me rock hard! It seems only natural that I should ravish you most eagerly!”

She threw her head back and laughed, the sound rich and uninhibited.

“I’m completely fucked up and so turned on right now!” she admitted freely.

“I’m wet from just about anything these days, and God help me, I love every second of it!”

My laughter joined hers. “Same here, I’m flying high too, though I can keep myself under wraps a bit longer… barely, mind you!”

The atmosphere shifted suddenly when Astrid materialized before us like a vision. She wore a scandalously short black PVC dress with a front zipper that ran floor to ceiling, the glossy fabric stretched taut over her curves in all the right ways. Matching stiletto boots and elbow-length gloves completed the ensemble, while her dark makeup echoed Myako’s own dramatic look.

Then came Astrid’s fiery hair, a crimson cascade that set her ablaze against the shadows, like a living flame consuming everything in its path. Her eyes locked onto Myako, and they blazed with recognition.

She closed the distance between them in one fluid motion, claiming Myako’s lips in a searing kiss before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You’re breathtaking tonight, absolutely stunning!”

Myako gestured toward me without breaking eye contact. When Astrid finally looked my way, her jaw nearly dropped.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear.

“You actually went full-on feminine!”

She stepped closer, examining every detail with undisguised fascination.

“That makeup alone makes your face look so delicate and beautiful! You’re going to have every pussy dripping tonight!”

“Not just pussies,” I replied smoothly, confidence flowing through my veins like liquid courage.

“Cocks too, I’ve already had that effect. And you, darling, are equally mesmerizing. Forgive the relaxant talking, but I’d gladly devour your sweetness right here and now!”

Astrid inched closer still, lifting her dress just enough to reveal glistening desire.

“But go ahead and treat yourself, my dear lady! ” she purred.

“I’m determined to lose my virginity tonight, and you’re definitely part of that plan, gorgeous.”

One after another they came. At this rate, I’d have no choice but to fuck them all and feast on an impossible number of pussies! Then it hit me, Heather’s warning about the lipstick…

Chapter XI – The Initiation

 A bell chimed suddenly. Two assistants, strangers to us but dressed identically to those at the entrance, rolled in massive chests on wheels. They positioned them between the beds and flipped open the panels, revealing their contents. From my seat, I had a crystal-clear view: rows of sterile surgical gloves boxes and bottles that looked suspiciously like lubricant.

The other items were harder to make out, but I could swear I spotted dildos and an array of sex toys, floggers among them. Then the assistants flicked on the cameras. Once every last camera was rolling, one of them grabbed a clapperboard, stepped into the center of the room, and snapped it shut with authority. The evening had officially begun.

Our personal assistants emerged from behind the throne, three on each side, and made their way to us. They were breathtaking, absolutely stunning, and I’ll say it plainly: drop-dead gorgeous. Every one of them wore the same outfit, or what you could even call an outfit at all.

Red corsets left their breasts, pussies, and asses completely exposed. Long red boots with sky-high heels reached up to their groins. Red leather gloves extended all the way to their shoulders, paired with matching red leather collars featuring metal rings.

Our respective assistants came personally to escort us before the throne, where we lined up facing that imposing chair. Each took her place behind her guest, placing a left gloved hand on our right shoulder. Then, ring, a second bell echoed through the room.

Heather whispered in my ear, “Tonight, you become Charlotte.”

I was over the moon, absolutely thrilled at the sight of all those gloved women, and then she told me I’d become one of them? My heart nearly stopped.

Then came Maeva’s grand entrance. This was going to be a ceremony, a ritual, an initiation, a rite of passage. She wore the exact same outfit as the assistants, but in black.

She settled into her seat and began speaking.

“My friends, my children. Tonight, you become my heirs, with all the responsibilities and duties such a position demands. You join our circle, enter our financial empire. But before you can access everything I offer, you must prove your worthiness, and demonstrate that you truly know your fellow members, and above all, know yourselves and embrace who you really are. Some of you are still discovering who they are. With help from your friends, your assistants, and myself, you’ll find your path, uncover your inner strength. Tonight, flowers are about to bloom. Let us nurture these blossoms as they discover their true selves.”

She was majestic, radiating absolute power.

“Charlotte. Come closer,” she commanded in that authoritative tone.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied without hesitation.

Heather gave my shoulder a gentle nudge, and we approached Maeva, seated firmly on the throne with her legs spread wide, completely exposing herself.

She spoke again.

“Charlotte, tonight you become a woman fulfilled who no longer pines for the past. Live the life you’ve always secretly craved deep down. Embrace who you are. Get on your knees and lick me.”

Heather guided me down to my knees before Maeva, who planted one boot firmly and tapped my head lightly with a riding crop. I was eagerly licking her boot while Heather held my hands behind my back.

Then Maeva lifted her boot, pointed her index finger just above her pussy, and ordered, “Taste me. Show me what that tongue can do.”

Heather gently steered my head toward Maeva’s wet pussy, and I began liking it, softly at first, then with increasing fervor.

“Charlotte, stand up and kiss your assistant,” she commanded.

I obeyed immediately, and Maeva declared, “You are now bound together forever.”

Heather led me back into line as one by one, the other five girls underwent their own initiation. Once everyone had been initiated, Maeva rose to her feet and announced the festivities’ commencement.

“My heirs, your time has come to unite and discover a new world of pleasure that reaches ecstasy’s very pinnacle. I’ve provided toys, surgical gloves, and lubricant for you to explore territories you’ve never ventured into before. Masturbate, eat pussy, suck cock, penetrate, get fucked in the ass, do whatever strikes your fancy, but under absolutely no circumstances remove those gloves unless you’re switching to the surgical gloves in your specific sizes. Have fun while respecting one another and exploring! Charlotte, I honestly think you’re going to be in high demand tonight. Let yourself go, give and receive pleasure. Don’t worry, with what you’ve consumed, climaxing won’t be an issue anytime soon! Let the party begin!”

Chapter XII – The Explorations

 Heather turned to me with a playful grin.

“You’re smoking hot for an older woman! You turn me on, you know that? Florence is heading over, I think you owe her a blowjob!”

Florence gestured invitingly for me to sit beside her on one of the beds under Heather’s amused gaze. Then Astrid joined us along with Myako. Gabriela was chatting with Camille and Natalia, all three watched intently by Maeva.

Myako broke the ice first. “So what’s it like being in a woman’s body? Thinking of staying like this?”

I replied without hesitation, “I think so, actually, I’ve always secretly dreamed of this happening but never dared cross that line. And honestly? I’m going to love it. Might be the relaxant talking, but damn if I don’t feel absolutely gorgeous! Look, I’m even turning myself on watching all this!”

Astrid noticed my erection and asked, “Can I touch it?”

I smiled warmly at her.

“Go ahead, we might as well dive in if we’re going to have fun tonight!”

She giggled and lifted my dress just enough to reveal my fully erect member. She gently wrapped one PVC-gloved hand around it and began stroking with feather-light touches while Myako watched intently.

Astrid wanted to know what putting it in her mouth felt like.

“Myako whispered softly, “Just give it a try, you’ll see.”

Astrid smiled, stuck out her tongue tentatively, and started licking my rock-hard penis.

Myako moved closer and told Astrid, “You can caress his balls like this too.”

She tenderly placed a leather-gloved hand on my testicles, beginning to massage them gently while Astrid continued licking my glans with enthusiastic curiosity.

“Wait, let me show you,” Myako said.

She took my cock in her hand, stroked it gently, slid it into her mouth, and began sucking with practiced ease. Then she handed my penis back to Astrid, who eagerly imitated, she was a quick study! Already sucking far better than some girls I’d slept with!

Florence watched the scene unfold with rapt attention. I beckoned her closer and kissed her tenderly. She lit up at the contact, caressing my cheeks with her latex-gloved hands.

Then Myako asked Florence if she could switch places, she wanted to be first to eat Astrid out.

Myako whispered in my ear, “Explore, come, make her come,” then gave me a soft kiss and went to attend to Astrid’s pussy.

Florence didn’t need asking twice. She changed seats to give Myako more room for their lovemaking.

Florence leaned close to whisper in my ear, “I’ve been thinking about this since last night! You turn me on so much, my beautiful darling. Let me show you a few things that will blow your mind with pleasure.”

She kissed me with intensity and passion, sliding her latex-clad hand down toward my rock-hard cock. She began stroking it ever so gently, taking time to firmly cup my balls along the way. She gazed at me with those magnificent sparkling blue eyes, effects of the relaxant were hitting even harder now, and I felt incredible, ready for anything that would give her pleasure.

Maeva circled the room, observing everything. Beyond our group, no one else seemed in a rush to join the action. Gabriela sat on a sofa with Natalia and Anya, the three of them watching us with fascination. Anya appeared completely captivated by Gabriela’s beauty, laughing with her occasionally while subtly resting a hand on her thigh.

A little further away, Camille watched our every move closely, slowly caressing herself over her clothes. She seemed ready to jump in but hesitated, clearly torn between desire and hesitation.

Then Maeva approached her, stroked her hair gently, and whispered softly, “Bloom, my lovely Camille. Open up. Live out your wildest fantasies to the fullest! Break free from whatever chains hold you back from savoring pleasures you’ve never experienced! Your pussy is absolutely soaked with desire! Go on, let Charlotte eat you out, that’s exactly what she’s waiting for! And it’s exactly what you crave deep down!”

Myako was eating Astrid out with passionate hunger, and Astrid seemed to revel in every flick of Myako’s tongue. She placed her hand on Myako’s head, pressing it a little more firmly against her pussy as if signaling her to be more forceful.

I watched them both, so beautiful, so delicate, and they absolutely drove me wild. The soft, languid caresses Florence lavished upon me with those magnificent long latex gloves soon ignited a deep urge to fuck her senseless.

I tried to rise and get Florence onto the bed when she said, “Not so fast, you delicious, fearless beauty! The evening’s just getting started. Learn to control your urges, savor every little touch, gentle caress, and passionate kiss coming your way.”

And she continued gently stroking my fully engorged cock…

Camille approached us very slowly, watching with curiosity burning in her eyes. She carefully positioned herself slightly off-center from the bed to maintain our spectators’ view while getting a better look at everything unfolding before her. She wasn’t rushing, enjoying every millisecond of the action.

Then Alice, Astrid’s assistant, strolled over to us. She stopped in front of the large chest and pulled out a medium-sized strap-on. She passed by Florence and me with keen interest blazing in her eyes, then placed the toy between Astrid, still having her pussy eaten enthusiastically by Myako, and myself.

Alice leaned in behind Myako and ran her hand over her small, perfectly rounded bottom. Myako flinched at the contact, turned slowly to face her assistant with a lovely smile, then resumed eating Astrid out with renewed vigor.

Camille edged closer to me, lifted her right leg, and rested her foot on the bed, getting an unobstructed view as Florence gently stroked my balls while occasionally running her latex-clad hands over my erect cock. She unbuttoned the top of her form-fitting dress and bared one of her breasts, massive and deliciously firm.

I’d never seen a breast that large up close in my entire life, and I loved the thought that I might get to taste it. She let a bit of saliva drip onto her nipple as she devoured me with her eyes like a feline eyeing its prey.

Then she brought her large breast toward her mouth and licked her own nipple while maintaining intense eye contact with me, looking at me so suggestively it made my cock throb even harder. She released that breast, exposed the other one, and repeated the same intoxicating movements. She caressed her nipples, which had hardened to perfect peaks, and vigorously kneaded her ample bosom with both gloved hands. She absolutely loved it, that much was obvious, and I absolutely adored what I was seeing.

Alice lowered the zipper at the back of Myako’s dress. She invited her to take a brief pause and helped her stand up, carefully removing the dress completely. She cupped Myako’s buttocks with her red leather-gloved hands and kissed her tenderly as the red dress pooled on the floor, revealing a magnificent black satin corset that left her breasts bare and her pussy ready for service.

Meanwhile, Astrid watched the entire scene unfold while beginning to masturbate herself. She unzipped her own dress, allowing her beautiful large breasts to spill out and be completely bared.

Camille followed suit and began gently masturbating as well, it didn’t take long before her pussy started glistening with arousal.

Alice picked up the strap-on and strapped it onto Myako’s hips, tightening the belts securely so it wouldn’t budge an inch.

She whispered in Myako’s ear, “Fuck her hard, that’s exactly what she wants.”

Then she took Florence by the hand and said, “Come on, your assistant is waiting for you. Let Camille explore herself. The night is young, and Charlotte will end up sucking your cock eventually. In the meantime, be patient and come have some fun with us, my beautiful latex-loving nurse!”

She stopped in front of Camille, who was still caressing her clitoris, and took her by the chin before suddenly kissing her, a long, languorous kiss that left us all breathless.

“Take your place beside Charlotte and enjoy yourself, my beautiful Camille,” Alice commanded softly.

Myako had begun penetrating Astrid sensually, giving her time to savor every thrust. The two gazed passionately into each other’s eyes as Astrid surrendered herself completely to the sensations washing over her.

Camille sat down next to me and asked, “Did Florence’s touch feel good?”

She gave me that charming, playful smile of hers.

I smiled back and replied, “Yes, very much so, but my senses are so heightened right now I can’t quite focus. I tend to analyze everything happening around us, and honestly? I love the sensation it gives me.”

She laughed and said, “I’m high as a kite too, but at the same time completely alert, aware of everything! Did you like watching me masturbate for you? It really turned me on!”

I answered honestly, “Camille, you’re making me hard. Oops, I already am, but what I mean is yes, you caught my eye and I really enjoyed it. Is there anything specific you’d like to try?”

She moved closer, cupped her breasts in her hands, and pressed them right against my face.

“Lick them, nibble them, make me dripping wet with desire!” She ordered.

Across from us, our spectators couldn’t contain themselves: “Holy shit, here we go! Camille just broke the ice, and in a big way too!” Said Anya with a loud laugh.

I didn’t need asking twice, I immediately complied. Camille was still holding her breasts with both hands, pressing them against my face and lightly slapping me with them. She grabbed my head and buried it between her breasts, holding it firmly as if to suffocate me.

She resumed the movements, slapping harder this time, and told me, “Bite my nipples,” which I did, very gently at first.

She added with growing intensity, “Harder, you little slut, obey me!”

Our audience couldn’t believe what they were witnessing, and neither could I. Sweet, playful Camille was transforming right before our eyes into a dominatrix who wanted to play rough.

Not far from us, Maeva watched the entire scene unfold with rapt attention, delight, and amusement.

Myako was fucking Astrid with passionate intensity, vigor and skill combined. Astrid was masturbating at the same time, seemingly lost in a world of pure sensual bliss.

Gabriela felt increasingly aroused and slowly slid a rubber-gloved finger into her mouth to suck on it gently. Then she grasped her large breasts over her maid’s dress while constantly opening and closing her legs. She was incredibly turned on, something that didn’t escape Anya and Natalia’s notice.

Suddenly, Camille forcefully pushed me onto my back on the bed, straddled me, and ordered bluntly, “Eat my pussy, you dirty little cunt. You promised you would, and here we are. Eat me like a madwoman.”

Then she sat directly on my mouth, my first ever experience of facesitting. She was smothering me with her pussy, lifting herself slightly on her knees to let me lick, then sitting back down to cut off my air completely. She repeated these movements over and over until I began tiring, desperately short of breath.

I felt her powerful thighs squeeze my head as she moaned with pleasure, and at that exact moment, I heard Heather’s voice say softly, “That’s right, my lovely Camille. You’re fully surrendering to your deepest desires, and we’re discovering a beautiful woman who is finally asserting herself. But let’s give Charlotte a little air, let her catch her breath if you don’t mind.”

Camille released my face, sat up, and climbed off me.

Heather looked at her tenderly, kissed her gently, and said, “Don’t go anywhere, we’re just taking a quick break before we continue.”

Camille’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she flashed one of her most beautiful smiles.

She turned to me and asked, “I didn’t get too rough with you, did I, gorgeous? You really know how to handle a dripping pussy, that’s for sure! I’ll definitely spread the word!”

Heather handed me a bottle of water and gave one to Camille as well. “Drink up, you need to stay hydrated because the relaxant can cause dehydration, especially with all the effort you two have been putting in so wonderfully!”

Heather turned around, walked back to the large chest, retrieved something, and returned to us. She leaned down in front of me and slipped on a double cock ring that separated my testicles, making them swell and harden even more.

She asked me to stand up and turn around. She unzipped my dress completely and undressed me until I was left wearing nothing but my beautiful black satin lingerie and breast forms.

“There you go, darling, you’ll be much more comfortable like this,” she said with a knowing smile.

She kissed me, then kissed Camille, and told her, “Give in to temptation. Explore, enjoy yourself, give pleasure.”

Heather walked away with my dress and handed it to one of the assistants, dressed differently from the others, that I hadn’t noticed before.

Myako pulled her strap-on out of Astrid’s pussy, the toy completely dripping with Astrid’s juices and leaving a wet trail on the bed.

Camille stared at my cock and asked, “Can I touch it?”

“Help yourself, you can do whatever you want!” I replied confidently.

I heard Astrid say, “I want some too, if you don’t mind! I want to taste that wonder again, and this time I want to go all out! Are you joining me, Camille?”

Astrid climbed off the bed, knelt in front of me, and invited Camille to join her. She took my cock and swallowed it without hesitation, beginning to suck with enthusiastic fervor before pulling it from her mouth and offering it to Camille, who took it into her own mouth immediately.

Myako watched the entire scene unfold with pure wonder dancing in her eyes. She caressed her small, firm breasts and slid a hand down toward her crotch. Damn, that mysterious little Japanese girl was absolutely gorgeous! I beckoned her closer, and she climbed onto the bed and approached slowly like a panther stalking its prey. She took my chin in her hand and kissed me with incredible passion!

I whispered softly, “I promised to eat your beautiful, juicy little pussy. It’s now or never.”

I laid back on the bed, she looked at me with a very naughty expression, biting her lower lip seductively as she presented her ass and pussy for me to pleasure. She had positioned herself perfectly, to watch Astrid and Camille sucking my cock while also indulging her exhibitionist side by looking at our delighted spectators who were on the verge of joining in.

Across from us, Gabriela had buried two fingers of her rubber-gloved hand deep inside her own pussy. Anya and Natalia undid the straps holding her dress at the neck and pulled it down to reveal a magnificent pair of full breasts, each more beautiful than the last. Anya didn’t wait even a second before beginning to lick the breast closest to her.

Seeing what Anya was doing, Natalia took the other breast, caressed it gently with her leather-gloved hand, and began licking it as well. Gabriela was having her breasts licked by two women simultaneously, she who had never imagined in a million years being licked by even one woman now found her wildest fantasies coming true.

She withdrew her hand from her pussy, the yellow glove glistening with her arousal, and she brought her gloved hand toward Anya and placed those two wet fingers into Anya’s mouth. Anya grasped Gabriela’s gloved hand with both of hers and eagerly licked the fingers slick with desire, then the entire glove.

She leaned back slightly, spread her legs wide, and placed Gabriela’s hand on her own pussy while whispering softly, “Caress my beautiful cunt. You’re dying to do it! Let yourself go and explore.”

I could hear Myako giggling with pleasure as I stroked my tongue across every inch of her delicious snatch.

Camille and Astrid were sharing my cock enthusiastically, licking and sucking while tasting each other’s flavors through kisses before returning to my member.

Myako’s pussy was getting so wet that her juices began dripping directly onto my face, I savored every single drop.

She cried out, “Charlotte, lick my ass! Shove your tongue into my butthole!”

I did exactly as she commanded, caressing her buttocks with my satin-gloved hands while devouring her completely. She moaned louder and writhed under every stroke of my tongue.

Astrid and Camille stopped what they were doing to my cock, they kissed passionately, caressed each other’s breasts tenderly, then took a break to head toward the bar, leaving me alone with Myako’s pussy and ass. I devoured her enthusiastically, her juices flowing into my mouth as I enjoyed every drop.

Then she pulled away, turned to kiss me deeply, and asked, “Should we take a break too? I’m absolutely parched!”

I nodded in agreement and replied, “Good idea! Let’s go to the bar to join Astrid and Camille, see what’s happening elsewhere. Another opportunity for fun is bound to come our way!”

I ordered a Scotch while Myako requested a Martini. Astrid and Camille had opted for smoking blue cocktails.

Nearby, we watched a stunning spectacle unfold, Natalia was devouring Gabriela’s pussy while Gabriela thrust her fingers into Anya’s wet heat, all while Anya feasted on Gabriela’s breasts like a woman starving.

Then Anya rose up onto the sofa, propped one leg on the backrest, and offered her glistening crotch to Gabriela’s eager mouth. She didn’t hesitate, sticking out her tongue and licking greedily.

Florence joined us at the bar, ordered a gin and tonic, and exclaimed with sheer delight, “What a fucking amazing night! All the girls look absolutely stunning, our assistants are hot as hell, and you my friends? Just as hot! If you’re up for it later we could have an epic VP gangbang, what do you think?”

She turned her head to see Gabriela in the middle of everything and added enthusiastically, “Oh fuck yeah! She’s living out her fantasy with not just one but two gorgeous women! Sorry girls, but I’m totally high on the relaxant right now! Strangely enough I haven’t done much more than stroke Charlotte’s beautiful cock yet, and I’m still rock-hard!”

She took my hand, lifted her dress slightly, and placed it directly on her inviting erection.

“Look Charlotte, see how hard it is!” she murmured.

I began gently stroking the underside of her cock with my gloved hand.

“A satin caress might feel good,” I suggested playfully.

She moaned with a giggle as I closed my hand around her cock and began moving it back and forth slowly. She leaned in close, took my cock in her latex-clad hand, and started stroking the shaft while kissing me deeply with her tongue. The other three watched us intently, Myako stroked Florence’s hair tenderly and slid a hand under her dress to caress her pretty little ass.

Gabriela came over to join our group, absolutely ecstatic, and said cheerfully, “I need a fucking whisky!”

Anya and Natalia went to join the four other assistants who were chatting a little further away.

Chapter XIII – The Zenith

 Three assistants, each dressed to kill in different outfits, burst into the room center and got straight to work. They shoved the massive chests aside, pushed all four beds together until they formed one colossal sleeping surface, then went about transforming it into something downright decadent.

Cushions and pillows designed for the most intimate of play were artfully arranged. Restraints were clipped to the rings lining the bed’s edges. The chests got positioned perpendicular to that now-unified sleeping surface like bookends to a wild story about to unfold.

Our assistants came over one by one, each ordering drinks with practiced ease.

“Want anything?” Niahm asked, gesturing us toward the throne towering above it all like a promise of things to come. We kept chatting among ourselves and with our attendants, but let’s be real, the excitement was absolutely peaking.

Dressed like that? Our assistants were drop-dead gorgeous. No question about it.

Heat began crawling up my spine, pooling low in my belly. That familiar urge hit me like a freight train, an irresistible need to fuck, over and over again until the world blurred at the edges.

Myako leaned toward Niahm. “But where’s Maeva?”

Niahm just smiled mysteriously, not spilling a word. Myako glanced around at the other assistants, but nobody budged. Then three new faces, assistants we’d never seen before, strutted past us and handed each vice-president a leash crafted from leather and gold chain.

The pieces clicked into place instantly: our own assistants were all wearing matching collars with those exact same gold rings…

Ding ding ding. A bell rang three times. Silence fell like a curtain dropping on the first act.

Each assistant rejoined her vice-president, and the twelve of us formed a perfect semicircle before the throne. Maeva swept in with someone who could only be described as stunning, a tall Black woman whose short, curly jet-black hair framed a face carved from pure elegance. She wore an outfit identical to Maeva’s and ours, but in pristine white. That gorgeous woman’s collar? It was attached to the very leash we were now holding. And Maeva? She led this stunning creature around like she owned her, like she owned everything.

Maeva settled onto her throne and gestured for the woman to kneel where we could see every inch of her face.

“My divine beauties,” she said, stepping into her role as Mistress with the confidence of someone who’d been born for it.

“The evening has been absolutely magnificent. Many of you have already shed those chains, those inhibitions, and surrendered to your deepest desires.”

She paused for effect before dropping a little bombshell: “Except you, Florence. You’ve only given Charlotte a taste of pleasure so far.”

Florence fired back without missing a beat: “Mistress, you know I’m a voyeur! I like to take my goddamn time!”

Laughter rippled through the room like dominoes falling, even Maeva couldn’t suppress that knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“Fair enough,” she continued. “But let’s be clear: this incredible weekend wouldn’t have been possible without Béatrice’s genius. For over twenty years, this woman has been my right hand in every single moment of my life. She’s the mastermind behind everything, the outfits? Her. The gifts, surprises, meals, your rooms, your comfort? All her doing. Sure, she consults me and asks for my opinion, but let’s face it: most of what gets approved started as one of her brilliant ideas. She just has this gift for beautiful things.”

Maeva kept going. “That leash hanging around Béatrice’s neck? You all got one earlier. Take it. Examine it. Now, fasten that thing around your assistant’s neck.”

Once everyone had their assistant kneeling before them with a leash secured, Maeva leaned forward.

“Tonight, you’re evolving in ways you can’t even imagine yet. This initiation means nothing without your new rank and title. My darlings, by the time this evening wraps up, you’ll be fulfilled, you’ll have found your path. It’s on you to embrace it now. From this moment forward? You become my equals. Just like me, you’re Mistresses in your own right.”

She snapped her fingers. “Assistants, rise. Turn around and kiss your Mistress.”

The moment those kisses landed, Maeva’s voice dropped to something almost reverent: “Now, unite. Give each other pleasure. Surrender, explore, feel everything, and make sure they feel it too.”

She stepped down from that throne, walked through our midst, and kissed us each in turn like she was sealing a pact.

The caresses started then, not tentative or soft, but hungry. Each assistant offered herself completely to her Mistress. Heather ran those leather-gloved hands all over my body before dropping to her knees. She licked my shoes slowly, deliberately working her way up my nylon-clad leg with her mouth until she reached my cock and started sucking like her life depended on it.

Meanwhile, Florence and Elizabeth were going at each other nearby, kissing hard, hands roaming over asses and curves. Over on our side, Camille and Anya had already dropped into a 69 position, tongues working furiously between thighs. I caught sight of Myako and Niahm looking ready to tear into things, with Myako helping Niahm strap up.

Astrid was already devouring Alice’s breasts while sliding fingers into her pussy. Gabriela surrendered completely to Natalia’s gloved caresses. But nothing, not a single damn thing, beat seeing Maeva and Béatrice going at it right there among us, using hands and dildos without an ounce of shame.

Heather finally stood up and nodded toward the bed. “Sit, feet on the floor.”

I did as I was told, still catching my breath from watching that display.

She locked eyes with Florence and Elizabeth then asked: “How about a foursome?”

My eyebrows shot up, I wasn’t expecting that. But damn if it didn’t make my pulse race. Heather took each of them by the hand, leading them toward me like she was presenting gifts.

“This lovely lady,” she said, gesturing to me with obvious affection, “has never sucked a penis in her life. Think she should give it a try?”

Florence’s eyes went wide as saucers, practically glowing.

Elizabeth chimed in enthusiastically: “There’s a first time for everything, my lovely Mistress Charlotte! You’ll see, you won’t be able to get enough once you start!”

I met Heather’s gaze, then looked at Florence and Elizabeth in turn like I was sizing up the situation, and yeah, I liked what I saw.

“I knew this day would come,” I said slowly, deliberately. “And deep down? I’ve always harbored a fantasy about sucking the cock of a beautiful trans woman. Heather, Elizabeth, go grab me a pair of size 7.5 surgical gloves. Get yourselves some too while you’re at it. Florence? You keep wearing those magnificent long latex gloves that turn me on so much. And Heather? Bring a bottle of lube, just in case.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Heather replied instantly and headed toward the chest with Elizabeth in tow.

I motioned for Florence to sit beside me, cupped her face in my satin-smooth hands, and kissed her like I meant it, a long, deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. Then I undid a few buttons on her dress just enough to free those gorgeous breasts and started licking them with absolute fervor.

Florence gripped my head hard and shoved her tongue into my mouth while I slid my hand under her dress to grab her cock through the fabric. She squirmed, giggling under my touch and light licks.

Heather and Elizabeth came back just as things were getting heated. For a moment they watched us going at it like that, me pleasuring Florence, her writhing against me, but then Florence and I paused long enough for me to slip on those surgical gloves while Heather removed my satin ones. She handed them off to one of the unfamiliar assistants with instructions: “Wait here, we’re taking off our leather gloves now, then you can put these away carefully.”

Heather opened my glove packet and helped me slide those surgical gloves on slowly, taking her sweet time, drawing out every second of the process while Elizabeth did the same for herself. Once they were both gloved up, Heather handed the empty packets to that other assistant, who withdrew discreetly.

“Mistress Florence?” Heather asked respectfully. “Could you stand up? Elizabeth, come closer.”

Those two stunning women positioned themselves before me, both gorgeous in their own unique ways. Heather ran her gloved hands over their asses while kissing each of them thoroughly, then leaned down to lick Florence’s nipples before turning to give Elizabeth the same treatment.

I wrapped my gloved hands around both their cocks, one in each hand, and started stroking gently at first. Then I took Florence’s into my mouth, determined to give her a blowjob she’d never forget. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed Elizabeth with delight while I worked her cock deep into my throat.

After a few moments I switched, taking Elizabeth’s cock between my lips instead and giving her an unforgettable sensation. I alternated like that, sucking, stroking, jerking them off in tandem while caressing their balls with my free hands whenever the opportunity presented itself.

I loved every second of it, and judging by their reactions? They were loving it too. Then Heather knelt before me and started sucking me fiercely while sliding her hand down to rub herself through her outfit.

Several long minutes passed like this, mutual oral sex that left us all breathless and aching for more, but eventually Florence stood up and bent forward, presenting her beautiful ass to me without hesitation. I cupped it in both hands and began licking her anus slowly at first before picking up the pace.

Heather stood, sat beside me on the bed, then motioned for Elizabeth to take the same position as Florence. She leaned down to do exactly what I was doing, licking Elizabeth’s ass with those skilled lips of hers while we worked in tandem.

Some of our female companions and assistants moved closer to watch the show, hands roaming over bodies, touching themselves or each other without shame.

After what felt like forever but probably wasn’t that long, Florence and Elizabeth stood up again.

They kissed me in turn before stepping back slightly, and Florence said: “Thank you, beautiful Charlotte! You lick like a goddess, like you’ve been doing this forever!”

Heather smiled proudly then asked the group at large: “Who wants to be first? Mistress Charlotte’s going to eat your pussy, and trust me, she’s been dreaming about this.”

Anya practically shouted: “Me! I want Mistress Charlotte to make me come with her mouth and gloved hands!”

She sat on the bed immediately, spread those gorgeous legs wide, and beckoned me closer. I knelt before her and dove in, tongue thrusting into that pink pussy without hesitation or apology. I worked her over good with my tongue first, then once she was nice and wet, I slid two fingers inside to fuck her hard enough to hit that G-spot.

Anya screamed, actually screamed, her climax hitting like a tidal wave as she ejaculated forcefully right onto my face in what had to be the most intense orgasm she had experienced in a long time.

She looked at me like I’d just performed some kind of magic trick, licked her lips hungrily, then shouted: “Mistresses and ladies, we have ourselves a champion pussy-eater here! Come get your taste while she’s still in the mood!”

I heard soft moans ripple through the room as Astrid stepped forward eagerly: “It’s my turn. Make me come too.”

She took Anya’s place without hesitation, ready for whatever I had to offer. Heather had wiped my face clean during that brief moment of transition, so I leaned down again this time to feast on Astrid’s magnificent pussy like it was the last meal I’d ever eat.

I went at it hungrily, tongue working overtime while I slid two fingers into her wonderful depths. She moaned loudly begging for more and more, and when she shouted in ecstasy? Let’s just say that powerful gush of hers didn’t disappoint.

“Holy shit,” Astrid panted once she’d recovered enough to speak, “how do you manage that? I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my entire life! Girls, try this, you won’t regret it!”

Alice and Niahm came up next: “Please, both of us at the same time, Mistress Charlotte.”

I was running out of breath at this point, my jaw aching from all that work while my arms felt like they might give out, but damn if I’d turn down an offer like that.

They were lying side by side on the bed, so I could devour them both, one after the other. I savored every drop of their juices while pleasuring each pussy with different hands, working one with two fingers while using three on the other. They cried out in ecstasy after about ten minutes flat though neither climaxed with quite as much force as Anya or Astrid had.

Heather finally sat down in front of me looking almost shy, which was adorable given everything we’d already done, and asked softly: “Please, Mistress, would you be kind enough to make me come using your mouth and gloved hands?”

I smiled at her, actually grinned, and dove right back in determined to give this woman the pleasure she deserved.

This time when I devoured her pussy though, I paid extra attention to every single reaction she had. When she tensed up just right or moaned particularly loud? Those were my cues for what worked best! I slid three fingers into that wet heat while pressing hard against her G-spot with deliberate precision, but then added lube to another hand so I could insert two fingers into her ass too.

She grabbed my head hard and cried out: “Harder! Mistress, I love it when you’re rough with me! Harder!”

I felt her tense up as I penetrated both orifices simultaneously, the sensation must have been overwhelming because within seconds she was screaming at the top of her lungs: “Holy shit, holy fuck, I’m cumming!” before unleashing this powerful jet right across my face like some kind of porn movie cliché come to life.

She kissed me after, not shy about tasting herself on my lips, and looked at me with such sheer awe that it almost made me blush.

Florence and Elizabeth had come back over during all this time apparently, because Elizabeth leaned down beside me now saying: “Mistress, you’ve given so much tonight. And yes while you have certainly received pleasure yourself, allow us, my mistress here and I, to give you something ultimate.”

Elisabeth grabbed that bottle of lubricant while Florence got me positioned on all fours on the bed. She started eating my ass like she’d been doing it forever while simultaneously masturbating me with one hand.

Then Elizabeth moved up beside me, opened the bottle, and poured a generous amount of gel onto her gloved fingers before leaning against my back to caress my anus slowly at first but building intensity gradually until those digits were sliding in, first one then two, while teasing that prostate of mine mercilessly.

She stroked gently… then applied pressure for a few seconds… then pressed down longer… repeating this motion over and over again until I felt something extraordinary starting to build deep inside me. When she saw my toes curl reflexively or felt me start trembling slightly? She knew exactly what was happening, and she held that pressure firmly against my prostate as all hell broke loose.

The very first prostatic orgasm of my life hit like lightning through my veins, followed immediately by a second… then third… fourth even! These orgasms came crashing over me in waves growing increasingly powerful until I was cumming again and again unable to stop or slow down no matter how hard I tried.

Elisabeth knelt before me once she’d milked every last drop from that experience then shoved her cock into my mouth so I could suck it while Florence thrust hers deep into my ass, sodomizing me with force and power like she owned every inch of me. And damn if I didn’t love every single second!

Then they asked me to sit up on the bed which I did, breathing hard from everything we’d just done, and they stood before me offering their cocks for sucking. It didn’t take long before both were crying out as they came all over my face with hot viscous cum that dripped down slowly like honey.

They leaned down after, knelt before me together and both started sucking, taking turns licking each other’s faces to taste my fluids while Florence slid two fingers into my ass again applying pressure right back onto that prostate which made everything even more intense somehow if such a thing was possible!

Apparently though, I’d been the last one to climax because suddenly thunderous applause erupted throughout the room, and when I looked up dazed from all those orgasms, everyone was staring at me with these looks of awe mixed with excitement like they’d just witnessed something legendary unfold before their eyes.

Without realizing it consciously, I’d somehow become the highlight of the evening. A moment burned into everyone’s memory forever including mine.

Heather handed me a wet washcloth and towel so I could clean myself up somewhat, she did same for Florence and Elizabeth too, and Maeva spoke up then:

“My dears,” she said warmly, “you are now completely united with one another having let go of yourselves cast aside those fears to embrace your new selves. May this team stand strong together achieving great things! You must all be very tired at this point though so freshen up and get some sleep because tomorrow brings another day full of possibilities.”

Maeva and Béatrice left the room then while Anya along with Heather removed their surgical gloves putting leather ones back on instead. Florence wiped off those latex gloves she’d been wearing while I took off my surgical pair to put satin gloves plus dress back on properly.

Everyone exchanged kisses after those tender intimate moments between women who’d just shared something incredibly special together, and our respective assistants escorted each of us toward our individual rooms where rest awaited hopefully along with dreams filled nothing but possibilities for tomorrow!

Chapter XIV – The Awakening

 Heather asked, “Do you need any help, Mistress?”

I replied, “No, thank you, Heather. You’ve done so much for me today, and I’m incredibly grateful.”

It was the second time I’d referred to myself in the feminine, and honestly? It wouldn’t take long before it felt completely natural.

I looked at Heather, we shared a kiss that spoke of love and passion, then I said, “Goodnight, Heather. See you tomorrow.”

She smiled warmly and replied, “Goodnight, Mistress. I’ll come get you at six-thirty for breakfast.”

It was eleven o’clock at night. I stripped out of my clothes, the relaxant’s effects were slowly wearing off, and tossed everything in the bathroom hamper. I clumsily removed my makeup (still getting used to all this!) and hopped in the shower.

The hot water helped me collect myself, though I was still trembling with excitement. That wild, exhilarating evening kept playing on repeat in my mind, my new friends and colleagues, my future… I had a flight home around midnight Sunday to hand in my resignation, clear out my apartment, sell my car, and decide what to take with me. I barely slept that night. My mind wouldn’t shut up, racing through possibilities like it had its own agenda.

Around six o’clock the nex morning, I dragged myself out of bed for another shower to freshen up. When I stepped out ten minutes later, Heather was already there. She looked stunning in a sleek black dress, sleeveless, short, tight as hell, that hugged every curve. Paired with black nylon thigh-highs and heels that had to be at least four inches tall, plus short black leather gloves.

My outfit for the day was hanging in the walk-in closet, and Heather had thoughtfully laid out the accessories at the foot of my bed.

“Need help with your makeup, Mistress?” she asked.

I smiled. “I think so, Heather. But I’m going to need lessons if I want to do this myself someday.”

She applied my makeup and lipstick expertly while we chatted.

Then she opened the walk-in closet and pulled out a wig identical to yesterday’s, saying, “The other one’s absolutely ruined, I think it’s been ruined.”

She brought over my outfit and hung it on a stand beside the bed. She helped me into my wig and breast forms, then handed me accessories one by one: beautiful black lace and satin panties, a matching bra that felt like clouds against my skin, long sheer black nylon stockings…

“Mistress,” Heather paused mid-stocking, “do you shave? I don’t see a single hair on your body except the hair on your head!”

I burst out laughing. “I’m almost completely hairless! I shave my face once a month to keep up appearances and remove those tiny little stray hairs. I’ve never had body hair anywhere, not even in my pubic area. I’m totally smooth! And if you look closely at my hair, it’s very fine and sparse, grows incredibly slowly, and has never been naturally longer than it is now.”

She studied me for a moment, then said, “Mistress, you have so many feminine features, you don’t have a man’s physique. You’re all curves, delicate build… I realized this yesterday while dressing you. As a woman, your masculinity vanishes completely. You could fool anyone. Even your voice sounds like a woman’s, deep, sure, but definitely not masculine.”

I smiled warmly. “I know. When I saw myself in the mirror last night, I thought I looked beautiful. And I knew I had to accept this reality, something that’s been eating away at me since meeting Maeva, though I’d never dared cross that line before. I think I’ve done it now, and frankly? This morning feels like I’m finally breathing without feeling constricted.”

She handed me a gorgeous white satin blouse, then a short black skirt that highlighted my curves and gave me the cutest little ass possible.

Then came those long gloves, fine black leather, impossibly soft, and she said, “Put on your shoes and gloves, Mistress. Time for breakfast.”

Again, I was the last to enter the room.

Heather said quietly, “Mistress, we’ll see each other again after the meeting post-breakfast.”

I walked in, and my five cohorts stood immediately, applauding me like I’d just won some kind of award. They were all wearing identical outfits, which made me wonder: Is this going to be the new normal?

The five of them left their seats to greet me personally, hugs, kisses on cheeks, the works.

Camille gushed, “You looked absolutely radiant last night, Charlotte! And you’re stunning this morning too!”

Myako, ever quick with the wit: “Girl, you made a lot of people cum last night!”

Gabriela added apologetically, “Sorry I didn’t come over for your pussy-eating services, I was way too busy exploring myself!”

I grinned. “Well, one more or less wouldn’t have made much difference!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Three attractive middle-aged women, dressed as maids in short black satin gloves and matching grey outfits with black  thigh-high stockings and heels, arrived with platters of food, tea, and coffee. I assumed they were the domestic staff and didn’t pay them much attention.

Then Maeva swept into the room, dressed just like us except for that black ribbon around her neck. We returned to our seats as she poured herself some tea.

“Did you sleep well, my dears?” she asked.

Camille replied sweetly, “Yes, very well, Mistress.”

Maeva laughed warmly and answered, “Camille, there’s no more ‘Mistress’ between us now! You earned your title during last night’s initiation, have you already forgotten? Your assistants will call you that. The staff will simply call you ‘Madam,’ but they’ll never speak to you unless you ask them a question.”

She continued: “I’m incredibly pleased with your initiation, and I’m genuinely happy to see all six of you have evolved and blossomed following our wonderful evening.”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at each of us with obvious pride.

“Let me say something about each of you,” Maeva began.

She turned her attention to Astrid first: “My beautiful, fiery redhead, you surrendered completely to every kind of desire and finally broke those chains holding you back. You explored so much, experienced things for the very first time in such excellent company!”

Astrid’s face lit up like Christmas morning.

She replied, “Maeva, thank you for helping me find myself.”

Then Astrid turned to Myako, taking her hand gently and saying with infinite tenderness: “Myako, you made me feel important. You reached into the depths of my soul and drew me out of hiding.”

Her gaze shifted to me next: “And you, you little minx, you made me climax like never before in my entire life!”

Maeva continued moving around our table: “Myako, you’ve completely let your guard down, setting aside that fiery nature of yours to embrace gentleness and kindness. You’ve become a fantastic teacher, exactly what I expected from you. We’ve discovered your sensitivity, your gentleness, your infinite patience. Keep walking this path without losing that fiery spirit!”

She lingered on Camille for a moment before speaking: “My beautiful, sweet Camille, you showed us such a surprising side of yourself! Behind all that kindness and those lovely smiles lies burning fire and powerful dominance! You dug deep within to unleash that fierce, sensation-hungry beast, proving you’ll be a formidable Mistress.”

Camille blushed adorably. “Maeva, I’m not quite sure what happened, it was the first time I’d ever felt that way, and I just… let myself get swept up in that flood of desire and intense emotion!”

“Don’t dare apologize, my dear!” Maeva said firmly yet warmly. “Never bury that power inside you again, use it!”

She looked at Gabriela, the beautiful Spaniard, and asked, “How are you feeling this morning? Did you find what you were looking for, what was missing?”

Gabriela replied openly: “Maeva, I’m sorry I went off with Natalia to explore things privately away from the rest of us. Anya and Natalia gave me an unforgettable experience, and when I was alone with Natalia, I discovered a world of sensuality I’d never known with men. All that tenderness and passion washed over me like a wave of pure bliss… seriously, the mere thought of being with a man again seems dull compared to what women can give me. But I promise I’ll let Charlotte have her turn soon!”

Everyone erupted in boisterous laughter, even Maeva joined in: “Gabriela, you’ve let go of that toughness and rigidity to fully surrender to pure sensuality! You’ve just discovered a new side of yourself now. Take your time processing everything, and if you have questions,  come see me. I’d be delighted to answer them.”

Then it was Florence’s turn, she looked like she might explode from impatience: “My beautiful, sweet little Florence, your shyness has completely vanished! You’ve shown incredible patience and perseverance. You wanted Charlotte so badly, to cuddle her, make her happy, be one with her, but despite your intense longing, you knew how to step back, fade into the background to make room, waiting for that perfect moment with extreme patience and strength of character.”

Florence smiled radiantly as Maeva continued: “You make an excellent teacher too. With Niahm’s help, you brought out Charlotte’s true self. You were attentive to her desires, consistently putting them far ahead of your own. You introduced Charlotte to new sensations, and there’s absolutely no doubt she truly appreciated everything you did for her.”

Florence asked spontaneously, “Charlotte, do you think we could do this again?”

I replied without hesitation: “Of course, my lovely Florence, whenever you’d like!”

Then I took her hand and planted a kiss right on that leather glove.

Maeva took my hand next, looking me dead in the eye as she said: “My beautiful Charlotte. In all the time I’ve known you, I always knew this moment would come, that you would finally blossom. Deep down, you’ve always been a woman. A woman who understands women and loves women. Last night, you fully embraced your true self, letting out the person who’d been buried for so many years. You showed everyone your superpower: the ability to understand what women want, a feat only another woman could achieve.”

She paused meaningfully before continuing: “I see this morning that Charlotte is still here with us. But I have to ask, do you think Charles wants to come back? Or will he disappear completely, letting Charlotte flourish?”

I answered without a second thought: “Maeva, and all of you, I’m so incredibly grateful for giving Charlotte the freedom to emerge from hiding. The moment I saw her in the mirror,  even before I could fully admit it to myself, I knew Charles had left. Dressing as a woman made me feel stronger, more beautiful, and more confident than ever. Talking with Heather this morning really made me realize the magnitude of what was happening and just how much my transition would mean. This morning, I feel like a woman. For the first time since I was very young, I’m breathing without feeling constricted.”

I kept going: “I thought about it last night, and I’m going to start taking hormones to soften my features even more, finally have real breasts that are truly mine.”

Maeva’s face lit up with a massive smile as she started clapping. Everyone joined in immediately.

She said to me warmly: “Beautiful Charlotte, my dear, we’re all going to help you through your transformation and help you blossom even more.”

Chapter 15 – The Manor

 Our assistants filed into the room with Béatrice, who stood out in crisp white while they wore red. Maeva rose from her seat and addressed us directly.

“Ladies, it’s time for your orientation meeting and tour of your new home. Your assistants will escort you to the conference room. Charlotte, Heather, follow me. I need a word with both of you privately.”

She led us into her office, where Béatrice closed the door behind us before approaching Maeva’s desk. The conversation turned personal.

“Charlotte,” Maeva began, looking at me directly, “do you really need to return to Canada to tie up loose ends before settling in here? Is there anything specific you’d like to keep and have shipped over? Draw up a list for Béatrice, she’ll handle the rest. We can manage everything from this end: selling your car, disposing of furniture. Though I imagine you’ve got personal items worth keeping.”

I was caught slightly off guard by how quickly things were moving, though deep down, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“As for my apartment and belongings,” I replied, “that shouldn’t be too complicated. I’m not particularly attached to my furniture or decorations. I do have some important documents and a few items in a safe that I’d like to hold onto, but honestly, I’ve never owned much, I’ve always lived quite simply. As for clothes…” I paused, considering my sudden transformation, “…I suppose I won’t be needing them anymore.”

“But regarding work,” I added, “I need to go in, submit my resignation, and wrap up my current projects before handing them off.”

Maeva smiled warmly while Béatrice offered the faintest hint of a smirk.

“Don’t worry about your job anymore,” Maeva said. “The company you work for has been mine since this morning. Charles has been promoted and transferred within the group, effective immediately. Your former bosses have been let go, and a new administrative team will be put in place sometime this week.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maeva, you never cease to amaze me! You’ve always been several steps ahead, haven’t you? You knew full well that by inviting me here, I’d never go back to my old life. Alright, you win. I’ll hand over the keys to my house and car, let you handle everything from here.”

Maeva turned to Béatrice. “Béa, take care of the necessary arrangements, would you?”

“With pleasure, Mistress,” Béatrice replied.

She looked at me and continued, “Mistress Charlotte, if you don’t mind, I’ll need your keys, please.”

“They’re in the nightstand drawer next to the bed,” I answered.

She nodded. “Very well, Mistress Charlotte. I’ll handle everything and make sure your mail is forwarded here.”

With that, she left the office. I turned to Maeva with genuine admiration, how efficient!

“Well, it seems my life has changed in twenty-four hours,” I said.

Maeva smiled and replied, “Let’s head to the meeting room, the others will be getting impatient.”

We finally arrived at the conference room, where the five girls were chatting cheerfully with their assistants. Maeva took her seat at the head of the table.

“I know you’ve had a lot of unanswered questions since yesterday,” she said. “So go ahead and ask them, I’ll answer what I can.”

Myako spoke up first. “Who are the assistants dressed in red that we saw yesterday?”

“They aren’t assistants, but employees who work here at the Manor,” Maeva explained.

“The three you saw are part of our small communications team, working under Florence. These women don’t share our particular passions, most don’t even wear gloves like we do. They operate primarily on the third floor, so you’ll run into them occasionally, and they may address you as ‘Madam.'”

Camille ventured a question: “How many employees are there here? Any men?”

Maeva smiled before answering. “There are about a hundred employees on the estate. Most live here in apartments and houses with their families, either adjoining the Manor or in communal dwellings scattered across the grounds. Eighty percent of the staff are women, while the few men who work with us are only permitted to enter the Manor for maintenance tasks. As you might imagine, their work is physically demanding, and most run the farm below the Manor. That farm supplies almost everything we need for our meals.”

Florence asked the crucial question: “Do all the women wear gloves?”

Maeva grinned. “All women in the Manor must wear gloves outside their quarters, it’s mandatory, part of the dress code. Each specialty has its own uniform, and compliance is expected. The exceptions are women working off-site, like at the farm. However, you’ll have virtually no interaction with the employees, and it’s strictly forbidden to enter their quarters or form personal ties. Respect the hierarchy and stick to those of your own rank. That said, they keep this entire estate running, each department has a supervisor who reports to a general manager, who in turn reports directly to Béatrice.”

Gabriela asked, “Will we have our own offices? Will we be working here at the Manor?”

“We work here at the Manor,” Maeva replied. “Although my office is on the first floor near my quarters, Béatrice’s office and yours are on the third floor. You’ll each supervise a small team to run your department. Your staff members have already been hired and have been developing the new structure for several weeks.”

After a brief silence, Maeva continued, “Any other questions? Feel free to come to me directly if anything comes up. Now, regarding your transition here, I’m offering you two options. Charlotte has already chosen the first one, it’s the least complicated and allows you to start work as early as tomorrow. We can handle everything: shipping back whatever you want to keep, selling your car, disposing of your apartment, even settling your resignation with your current employer. You simply need to make a list of what you want to keep and hand it to Béatrice. The second option is for you to leave with your assistant for up to two weeks to handle everything yourself. We’ll take care of shipping whatever personal belongings you wish to bring. You have until tonight to decide.”

The assistants placed mobile phones in front of each of us, and Maeva said, “Here are your new phones, complete with updated contact lists. Your old ones will be deactivated in two weeks and destroyed, a security measure. Do what you need to do and contact those who need to be contacted.”

Astrid spoke up hesitantly. “Maeva, why do I feel like I’m walking into some sort of secret society?”

Maeva burst out laughing. “Because we are a secret society, Astrid! Our job is running one of Europe’s most powerful empires, with operations in every sector imaginable, and some you couldn’t even imagine! But rest assured, we aren’t like the ones in movies! We don’t do anything illegal or endanger humanity, so sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t sell weapons and we’re not trying to take over the world!”

She added with a grin, “The press and business world know me, just not by the name Maeva, which is my real name, derived from Maeve, by the way. And yes, Astrid, I’m pure Irish, just like you! We’ve always lived in secrecy, and nothing’s going to change that. Does that ease your mind?”

Astrid blushed, burst out laughing, and replied in her thickest Irish accent, “Feck Jaysis! Of course it puts my mind at ease, and I’m not leaving tonight, I’m staying!”

Maeva laughed heartily and asked, “Ladies, are you ready for the guided tour? It’ll take about two hours, maybe a little longer. Follow me!”

We left the meeting room, and I noticed it was directly across from Maeva’s office.

As we moved down the corridor, Maeva explained, “On the first floor, the entrance hall opens onto stairs leading to your quarters, the gym, cinema, library, playrooms, and more. Also on this floor, in addition to my quarters and office, are the kitchens, dining rooms, ballroom, and several small private sitting rooms and guests bedrooms.”

She showed us around the first floor in detail, pointing out everything. We saw several women dressed in gray bustling about the kitchen preparing lunch. We returned to the staircase in the hall, which was actually situated at the very center of the manor, with wings and corridors circling it on every floor. She invited us to follow her up to the second floor.

“To the left are your quarters and rooms,” she said.

“Eventually, your name will be engraved on your door, just like on your assistants’ doors.”

In that section of the hallway, twelve doors lined both sides, six on each side, each leading to one of our rooms. Mine was at the far end, directly across from Florence’s.

Our assistants’ rooms are located at the beginning of the corridor. Niamh opposite Alice, Natalia opposite Anya, and finally Heather opposite Elisabeth. At the end of that hallway, turning right brought us to a very large corridor containing the cinema, gym, playrooms, library, music room, relaxation room, and other recreational areas. Then, turning right again at the end, we encountered twelve more doors before reaching the stairs.

Maeva asked us, “Is everything alright so far?”

She led us up to the third floor and said, “To the left: IT and communications, IT security, and general security. To the right: administration, accounting, and executive management.”

We headed left and arrived in magnificent offices where marble and wood reigned supreme.

She continued, “Gabriela, this is your department. Your office is at the far end, though it’s still being renovated, should be finished by the end of the week. Let me quickly introduce you to part of your team.”

She whispered to Gabriela, “I don’t know their names yet, but they’re very good.”

Then she addressed them aloud: “Ladies, I’d like to introduce Gabriela, our new Vice President of Security. She’ll be your boss starting tomorrow.”

The three women wore form-fitting black dresses with black thigh-high nylon stockings and short black leather gloves. They carried weapons at their waists and wore earpieces in their right ears.

One greeted us warmly: “Welcome, ma’am. Pleased to meet you,” extending her hand to shake Gabriela’s.

“The patrol has gone out on rounds, there are usually eight of us, twenty-four hours a day, with four on the day shift and four on night.”

Gabriela smiled, and we continued our tour.

Further down, two large open-plan offices flanked private offices at the far ends.

“IT and IT security,” Maeva said. “Myako, your office is on the right with your team, and Florence, yours is on the left with your team. You’ll work closely with the security department to ensure everything runs smoothly. Your teams operate Monday through Friday, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., though some staff members are on call during evenings and nights.”

We had to turn right again at the end of the corridor. This time, the long hallway was lined with fully equipped meeting rooms, restrooms, and a break room featuring a small cafeteria for employees. Meals were provided for everyone and brought up via a wall-mounted elevator.

At the end of the corridor, still on the right, it opened into a vast open-plan office space.

“Administration, accounting, and executive management,” Maeva announced. “Astrid, your office is at the far end on the right with your team. Charlotte, you’re on the left in the large office at the back.”

A bit further on, she said to Camille, “This is where you’ll work your magic and put to use what’s been buried deep inside you! The administrative offices extend all the way to the stairs. Béatrice’s office is right next to the staircase on the right.”

Camille asked, “But where are our assistants’ offices?”

Maeva smiled. “Right in your own office, my dear! So they can be as close to you as possible!”

Camille followed up: “Then why isn’t Béatrice’s office inside yours?”

Maeva grinned again. “Because, even though Béatrice is my personal assistant, she manages the greater part of the manor all on her own! And she regularly consults your assistants regarding decisions or ideas. Last night’s event was a team effort, and just like yesterday, we all need to work together!”

Florence ventured another question: “Maeva, what’s in the basement?”

Maeva burst out laughing. “Nothing very mysterious, Florence. Apart from the large room where we were yesterday, it’s mostly storage with old furniture piled up. And a good part is actually utility space for heating, water, and electricity systems. I can show you around another time if you’d like.”

After showing us the garden, swimming pool, spa, sauna, tennis court, cricket pitch, stables, and the farm in the distance, all strictly reserved for our fourteen-person team, we gathered for dinner. Maeva didn’t dine with us, but she had the table extended with six extra place settings for our assistants.

Heather spoke up: “You need to think about what you’re doing tonight, ladies. Either you stay, or you come back in two weeks.”

The meal was filled with questions and deliberation while some had already made up their minds and others were still mulling it over. The guided tour had certainly tipped the scales, our new life promised to be thrilling!

Chapter 16 – The Decision

 After dinner, our assistants escorted us back to our rooms for a few hours of reflection before the crucial 4:00 p.m. meeting where final decisions would be made.

I was curled up on the sofa, absorbed in a book I’d found in the bedroom’s library, when a knock echoed through my quarters. Opening the door revealed Myako, her expression clouded with uncertainty.

“Come in! Is something wrong?” I asked.

She stepped inside and admitted she needed to talk things over before making her decision.

“Charlotte, I’m not too worried about my furniture or apartment,” she began, fidgeting nervously. “But I’m a hacker, I’ve got equipment that means everything to me, and I can’t bear the thought of parting with it.”

I understood immediately. “And you don’t trust the situation?”

She hesitated before answering. “No, yes, actually, I do trust Maeva completely. She’ll protect my machines, but security concerns still weigh on me.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “Maeva will take every possible precaution. She even bought the company I work for just to keep me from quitting, fired my bosses and promoted Charles. You see how far she’ll go to protect us? Is there anything I can do to help you decide?”

Suddenly, Myako blurted out, “Fuck me. Wreck my ass!”

Before I could process her words, she pressed her lips against mine while sliding her hand beneath my skirt. Within moments, our skirts pooled at our feet, followed swiftly by our satin panties.

She gripped my cock with her leather-gloved hand and growled, “My turn to make you cum.”

Her mouth descended on me like a woman possessed, taking my length so deep that I watched her throat bulge around me. The suction was so intense I thought my dick might actually snap. Then she straddled me on the sofa, riding my cock with wild abandon, screaming, roaring like a tigress in heat.

“Wreck my little ass as hard as you can!” she demanded afterward.

I pounded into her relentlessly, afraid I might break her small frame but unable to hold back. She shrieked like a demon, Japanese words pouring from her lips as her pussy gushed between her thighs. After what felt like an eternity of brutal fucking, she positioned herself over me again and delivered the most intense blowjob imaginable, milking every drop until I erupted down her throat. I screamed out my pleasure with words I’d later regret, while Myako swallowed everything without hesitation.

When it ended, she stared at me with sparkling eyes and confessed, “I’ve made up my mind. That fucked up something inside me, I’m letting go completely.”

She returned to her room to await Niamh’s arrival for the meeting.

The conference room buzzed with anticipation as we gathered. Maeva stood before us, hands clasped behind her back.

“My heiresses,” she began solemnly, “the time has come for your decision. Do you stay and allow us to handle everything, or do you return for two weeks of sorting through your old lives?”

Astrid answered immediately: “I already told you, I’m staying!”

“And you, Myako?” Maeva asked.

Myako’s response came with unexpected enthusiasm. “Go? It’d be a fucking drag to spend two weeks away when I could be getting my ass pounded by Charlotte! I’m staying too!”

Maeva’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she recovered with a knowing smile.

“Camille, what about you?” Maeva asked.

The French woman replied without hesitation: “Me? I want to try sucking a cock, and I’m not spending two shitty weeks just fantasizing about it! I’m staying, obviously!”

“And Gabriela?”

The tall Spaniard paused thoughtfully before answering. “Well, there’s nothing waiting for me in Spain anymore, might as well stay and learn some cool stuff!”

“What about you, my delicate little blonde?” Maeva turned to Florence.

The little woman didn’t hold back: “I want to get started right away! And I want to fuck all of you over these next two weeks, so you better promise to pleasure me if I stay, especially you, Charlotte! Yes, I’m staying!”

Each woman handed her list and keys to Béatrice, who bowed slightly. “Thank you, dear Mistresses. Everything will be sorted within the week or the next two weeks. Welcome home, your new adventure begins today.”

I couldn’t resist asking a slightly silly question: “Maeva, do you think I’ll be able to change wigs from time to time to explore different styles?”

Maeva laughed heartily, the others joining in, and replied warmly, “Of course, Charlotte! Order as many wigs as you like, you too, my charming ladies. Change your style however you wish! Just inform your assistant, and the hairstylist will be sent over. Charlotte, Heather will bring you a catalog this evening to help you choose.”

Maeva continued, “When you return to your quarters tonight, you’ll find a list detailing what to wear during workdays. Your uniforms are already in your closets, one for each workday of the month, giving you around twenty different outfits with matching accessories. You’ll also discover various other garments in your wardrobes for days off, sleeping, or special evenings. Feel free to explore everything and familiarize yourselves with what you have. If you need anything at all, simply ask your assistant, she’ll see to it.”

Camille raised her hand tentatively: “When we talk about our quarters, are we talking about bedrooms only?”

Maeva smiled indulgently. “That includes the corridor leading to your rooms and those of your assistants, as well as the adjoining recreation rooms. In short, your quarters! Outside this area, gloves are mandatory.”

Astrid’s eyes gleamed mischievously: “And at the pool?”

Maeva seemed momentarily annoyed before replying firmly, “Wearing long nylon gloves is required at the pool at all times. I believe I said that gloves were mandatory outside your quarters!”

Astrid let out a little Machiavellian laugh and teased, “Maeva, I got you!”

To which Maeva responded with hearty laughter: “You little mischievous girl, I swear!”

The entire team had chosen to stay and embark on this new life together. We would henceforth be fourteen brilliant women, myself included. I realized that sex would play a major role in our dynamic, united by our shared passion for gloves and each other’s bodies.

Maeva addressed us warmly: “My beautiful little princesses, a great adventure begins tomorrow morning. Let us stand united, love one another openly, work hard, and find joy in every day so we may radiate positivity and carry out our tasks with serenity.”

She added, “Our wonderful weekend is drawing to a close, but there’s still time for an excellent dinner. I invite you to the dining room without delay to eat, drink, and reminisce about yesterday’s magnificent evening.”

Chapter 17 – The Party

 Once in the dining room, we settled into our seats as the first course arrived. Astrid gazed at me with undisguised fascination.

“How on earth did you manage to make several of us climax last night?” she asked, the question that had been burning on her lips since earlier. “What’s your secret?”

Maeva answered for me with a warm laugh.

“My dear Astrid, every woman’s body holds unexplored secrets, and Charlotte simply unlocked that treasure trove long ago. Our Charlotte knows women inside out and knows exactly how to give them immense pleasure.”

Camille leaned forward enthusiastically. “Charlotte, could you teach us how to pull that off? Would you be willing to share your tricks?”

I smiled mischievously. “If I teach you my tricks, what’s to say you’ll keep coming to me to make you climax intensely?”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Myako replied with her characteristic spontaneity: “I’m definitely going to keep coming to see you! I loved having my pussy eaten and getting my ass pounded so much that I absolutely want those experiences again. Plus, I’d really love for you to turn me into a squirter!”

Gabriela added hopefully, “That sounds like a great idea, would you make me squirt too?”

Camille nodded enthusiastically, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Alright,” I said with a grin, “it’s a deal. I’ll reveal my secrets and make you climb the walls!”

Maeva was laughing warmly, clearly pleased by our enthusiasm.

Then she asked point-blank: “Do you have any plans for your last evening before starting tomorrow morning? Perhaps going to the cinema?”

Myako answered with shocking speed: “I’d be up for a gangbang! Maeva, would you join us?”

Maeva smiled apologetically. “Unfortunately, I have things to take care of for your first day tomorrow. Thanks for the invitation, Myako, but perhaps you should consult everyone before extending such… enthusiastic invitations!”

She burst into hearty laughter at her own diplomatic maneuver.

Camille’s eyes lit up and said cheerfully, “What a wonderful idea! Just thinking about it makes me wet! And don’t worry, I’ll try not to play too rough this time!”

She winked at me and took a delicate sip of wine, smiling mischievously.

Gabriela looked at each of us in turn. “Ladies, I am absolutely up for it, and I want each of you to make me come with incredible intensity!”

Astrid studied her thoughtfully before responding: “Duly noted, I’m going to eat your pussy with such passion that you won’t be able to hold back!”

Gabriela was pleased by the answer and poured herself more wine.

Florence, who had been relatively quiet until now, turned to me with electric blue eyes that sparkled in the candlelight. “Charlotte… do you love me?”

Her face was radiant despite, or perhaps because of, the intensity in her gaze.

“Of course I love you, my beautiful Florence,” I replied tenderly. “In fact, I love all of you!”

She beamed at me and asked hopefully, “So could you do that thing you do with the others, the one that makes me cum really hard?”

I kissed her gently on the lips. “Absolutely, my beautiful Florence, I’m going to make you cum like never before.”

Myako exclaimed excitedly: “Absolutely wonderful! We’re in for another enriching and exceptional evening! I suggest we raid our wardrobes and each pick out a light, exciting outfit, complete with our favorite gloves!”

I smiled, as did Maeva.

Finally, I announced: “I invite you to my room an hour after dinner, my lovely darlings! Make yourselves beautiful, put on your best perfume, choose the most exciting outfit that shows off your best assets, and get ready for a wild night filled with laughter and electrifying pleasure!”

Maeva unlocked her phone, stood up, and made a call that lasted several minutes. When she returned to us, she declared that dinner was concluded.

“Darlings,” she said warmly, “you no longer need to be escorted by your assistants. You know the way to your rooms and are free to wander the Manor as you please, you are at home here. Finish your wine, and I wish you a lovely rest of the evening, filled with love and passion. See you tomorrow, my dears!”

After draining our glasses together in one final toast, we headed back to our rooms arm in arm, the energy between us electric with anticipation.

As I entered my quarters, I discovered a trolley laden with ice-filled buckets containing chilled champagne bottles. Six flutes were arranged artfully on the trolley.

“Maeva!” I exclaimed aloud, genuinely impressed. “She always knows how to make things spectacular and thoroughly delightful!”

I moved toward my wardrobes in search of an outfit for later. As I did so, I noticed that my bed had been covered with a waterproof sheet, and the room’s sofas and settees were similarly protected. Once again, I had to admit that Maeva really knew how to prepare properly. Pitchers of ice water and glasses had been strategically placed around the room. Condoms and bottles of lubricant had been discreetly arranged on small tables, just in case, along with packets of sterile surgical gloves in various sizes.

Just thinking about what was coming gave me an excited erection that strained against my clothing!

I opened my wardrobe doors, searching through hangers and drawers for the perfect ensemble. I settled on a pure white satin and lace bustier featuring two buttoned flaps that allowed my breasts to be exposed if needed. From the drawers of a chest, I pulled out long, opaque white stockings with a magnificent, wide, patterned elastic band that would create killer legs. I also found matching lace and satin panties.

In the shoe cabinet, I discovered a stunning pair of pointed-toe white patent leather shoes with very high, slender heels, perfect for accentuating my calves and creating an enticing silhouette.

Long white satin gloves completed my selections. Of course, I could always remove them during the action and switch to surgical gloves, which would be better suited for various forms of penetration.

After a quick shower, I applied makeup that would transform me into something truly irrésistible, burgundy lipstick to make my lips pop, mascara on my lashes with black eyeliner, and a touch of reddish powder for color. I styled my wig carefully before stepping back to admire myself in the mirror.

While rummaging through drawers earlier for gloves, I had discovered one containing various sex toys, including several cock rings. I chose one with leather straps and snap fasteners designed to constrict both my scrotum and penis while separating my testicles to make them bulge.

I dressed slowly and deliberately, first the stockings (which I pulled on in an instinctively sensual manner), then my breast forms, panties, and finally the bustier itself. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I found myself utterly irresistible, dressed entirely in white like a femme fatale.

Three soft knocks echoed at my door. Opening it revealed a breathtaking Florence, absolutely stunning! Her short black-and-red plaid miniskirt barely covered her curves, paired with a nearly sheer white blouse tied to show off her midriff and cleavage. She wore long, glossy black thigh-high boots with pointed toes and impossibly high heels, and her makeup gave her an innocent yet mischievous air, completed by almost-black lipstick and those mysterious electric blue eyes.

She extended her hand and said with a playful smirk: “Kiss my hand, you little slut. You’re in for a whole evening of sweet torment, I guarantee it!”

I took her gloved hand and kissed it reverently. She was wearing magnificent black latex gloves that reached her elbows.

“I… you look absolutely stunning,” I managed to stammer, completely speechless.

She beamed at me with delight. “Charlotte, you give me a rock-hard, massive hard-on! You look radiant dressed like that, and you’re driving me wild with desire! I swear, tonight you’re going to experience the greatest ecstasy of your life, I’m going to make you come like you can’t even imagine!”

She kissed me deeply on the mouth, caressing my hands and arms before giving me a brilliant smile.

Two soft knocks came from the door. It was Gabriela, looking absolutely magnificent in yellow rubber gloves and an ensemble that mirrored mine but in darker tones.

She saw Florence and said with a knowing grin: “I put on my rubber gloves just for you! I promised to let you feel the sensation they give, we’ll do that tonight, my dear.”

Three slightly duller knocks rang out at the door. As I went to open it, I heard giggling on the other side. It was Camille, Astrid, and Myako, all three beaming with joy as they pushed inside.

Camille wore a little dark red satin nightgown held up by slender straps, paired with matching opaque red stockings and high-heeled shoes. She had tied a red ribbon in her hair and slipped on striking short red leather gloves. Her radiant smile lit up the room.

Astrid looked equally stunning in a short white dress that barely covered her bottom, complete with sheer black nylon stockings featuring wide bands with white patterns, white high-heeled shoes with black buckles, and delicate little black nylon gloves. She had tied her fiery red hair back into a ponytail, clearly ready to take control.

Myako was perhaps the most striking of all, in a black latex catsuit featuring zippers at the front and crotch, extending up to cover her head with only her face exposed. Black pointed-toe boots reached her knees, and she had chosen white surgical gloves to complete the look. The suit revealed every curve of her body, making her look incredibly beautiful and ready to devour us alive.

“I think we should have some champagne first,” I said, moving toward the trolley. “To health, happiness, and passion!”

I popped a bottle with practiced ease, filling six flutes before raising mine in toast. Each girl told me how beautiful I looked and expressed her desire for me to do my “thing” to them. The evening was just beginning, and the air crackled with anticipation and raw sexual energy.

Chapter 18 – The Lovers

 After an hour of champagne and conversation, inhibitions melted away completely. Myako approached Gabriela, who was sprawled across one of the sofas, and cut right to the chase.

“So, my dark beauty,” she whispered, “would you like me to eat your pussy? You really turn me on, and I’d love to share that feeling with you.”

Gabriela rose to her feet, set down her glass, and caressed Myako’s shoulders while holding her gaze. Then she took Myako’s head in both hands and kissed her passionately, running her rubber gloved hands all over her body, her breasts, her ass.

Camille couldn’t tear her eyes away from what was unfolding. Astrid licked her lips sensually. And Florence stepped closer to me, planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder as she watched the spectacle before us.

Myako let herself be caressed over her bodysuit and kissed back with renewed fervor. Gabriela cupped Myako’s face in both hands, matching that intensity kiss for passionate kiss, the young Japanese woman even more aroused by the contact.

Florence pressed herself against me, looking thoroughly aroused. She snuggled closer and began caressing me while keeping her eyes glued to the two girls kissing. Then she stroked my cheek with her latex-gloved palm, caressed my lips, this time gazing at me with smoldering eyes. She ran her fingers over my mouth and cheeks, gripped my neck with one hand, tilted my head up toward hers, and kissed me with a blend of intense passion and infinite tenderness.

I responded by firmly cupping her head and kissing her back even more passionately. Our tongues tangled together, and I was overcome with desire for her. Florence captivated and aroused me, without diminishing the others in any way, she was the one who excited me most. With her in my arms, I felt reborn.

Camille was completely entranced by our kisses and caresses. Astrid had started gently caressing herself while watching, then moved closer to Camille, softly lifting her hair, and planted light kisses on her neck while stroking her shoulder, neck, ear, and cheek with a hand clad in soft nylon. Camille surrendered to the moment, reveling in Astrid’s touches.

Myako placed a hand on Gabriela’s ass, caressing her buttock over black satin panties. Then she slid her gloved hand beneath the fabric and began caressing Gabriela’s rear more vigorously, running a finger between those perfect bottocks, gently stroking from top to bottom as soft moans escaped Gabriela’s lips.

She looked at Gabriela with incredible sensuality, took her by the hand, and led her to the sofa right next to Florence and me. Gabriela settled in comfortably, and Myako knelt before her, pushing aside those panties and beginning to caress Gabriela’s clitoris with her thumb. Gabriela let out a sigh and leaned back slightly, exposing herself completely.

Florence held my head between her hands, never tiring of kissing me hungrily. I caressed her back and shoulders through her sheer shirt, feeling her breasts and hardened nipples pressing against me. Then I slid my hands down to her lower back, grabbing her small ass through her skirt.

She moaned with pleasure as our lips met again while she let herself be caressed. I gently lifted that skirt and caressed her shapely bottom with both hands, my fingers clad in satin gloves. She stopped kissing me, looked into my eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Let’s move closer to the bed, shall we?” She whispered.

I smiled, slid my hands beneath her backside, lifted her right off the floor into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and began kissing me again with feverish intensity.

Meanwhile, Astrid was giving Camille pleasure, soft, delicate touches that sent shivers and waves of heat through her. Then Astrid reached around to cup both of Camille’s breasts over her nightgown, kneading them while continuing to kiss her neck and shoulders. She moved her hands upward, slid those straps aside, slipped her hands inside, to caress the skin directly, gently pinching hardened nipples.

Camille let out a little cry, “Ooooh, Astrid!”, and turned to face the beautiful red-haired tigress. Their eyes met, and they kissed like that was their first breath of air.

Myako was now eating Gabriela out with relish, running her tongue everywhere, pausing occasionally to flick that clitoris before diving back in, licking and thrusting deep inside.

Gabriela was getting so wet with pleasure she looked at Myako and said, “You’re incredible! You make me feel so much pleasure!”

Myako smiled and replied spontaneously, “Wait, that’s just the warm-up! When Charlotte takes care of you, you’ll be in heaven!”

She took Gabriela’s hand, licked that rubber glove, and slid two fingers into her own mouth, sucking on them with delight.

I set Florence down beside the bed. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, gazing at me intensely.

“Charlotte,” she murmured, “this is the first time someone has made me feel this way! I feel so good with you, I have ever since Friday night. When I look at you, my heart races and I feel incredibly happy!”

I smiled and replied, “You make my heart skip a beat, Florence. It was love at first sight when I held your hand to introduce myself. You’ve cast a spell on me, you naughty schoolgirl!”

Camille rubbed against Astrid as they kissed, and then Astrid lowered her head to lick Camille’s huge breasts, gently biting at those nipples. Camille cupped her breasts in both hands, offering them up to Astrid, who took wicked pleasure in burying her face right between them.

Astrid lifted Camille’s dress and slid her hands underneath, caressing her ever so gently with those wonderful soft nylon gloves. Camille kissed Astrid on the forehead and delicately placed her hand beneath that little white dress, no panties there! With a hand clad in leather of incomparable suppleness and softness, Camille began to caress Astrid’s pussy, which grew wet with excitement.

Camille rubbed against Astrid as they kissed—and then Astrid lowered her head to lick Camille’s huge breasts, gently biting at those nipples. Camille cupped her breasts in both hands, offering them up to Astrid—who took wicked pleasure in burying her face right between them.

Florence slid a hand between my legs, beginning to caress me gently over my satin panties. She saw I was hard and smiled, letting out a soft laugh. She slid her other hand between my thighs, taking care to graze those inner thighs with her soft latex gloves, and ran her hand over my cock, then my balls, moving on to caress my ass from below.

She repeated that motion over and over, with infinite tenderness and a look so passionate I told myself I loved this girl. She was biting her lower lip, smiling at me, giving me a tender longing look. So beautiful! So young!

I told her, “Florence, you’re so young, and I’m so old… I…”

She placed a hand over my mouth, “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Whether you’re a woman or a man, I don’t care about the age difference. I’m in love with you!”

I looked into her magnificent sparkling blue eyes, and replied, “I’ve fallen in love with you too! I love you, Florence!”

She kept caressing between my legs, with passion and tenderness mixed together.

That magical moment was abruptly interrupted by Myako, Astrid, Camille, and Gabriel as they came over to join us.

With her sharp tongue, Myako laughed, “How are things, lovebirds? Don’t mind us! Did you think we didn’t notice those electric glances and hearts practically popping out of your eyes?”

She laughed and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder. Astrid lay face down on the bed, and said, “They make such a beautiful couple!”

Camille responded, “What about us? If you two are a couple, are you going to abandon us?”

Gabriela added, “It’s not fair! We should all love each other equally!”

Taken by surprise, Florence and I burst into hearty laughter, and shared a kiss. Then taking each of our friends in turn, we kissed them passionately.

Myako walked over to the two of us, took each of our hands, “Those two literally connected the moment they saw each other. You can’t plan for that, and it’s amazing. Astrid and I connected too, and I fell in love with her. I don’t know if she feels the same way, but I love my Astrid! Though that doesn’t mean she’ll be exclusive to me!”

Astrid stood up, joined Myako, hugged and kissed her, and said, “My beautiful, spirited tiny Japanese girl! With you, I finally came out of my shell and fell in love with you! I love all my beautiful friends, but there’s an incredible inexplicable bond between Myako and me. Still, I certainly won’t be exclusive to her, I love you all far too much for that!”

Florence spoke up, “Yes, it seems Charlotte and I share a strong bond, and we’ve really connected. I think we love each other dearly, but we love all of you dearly too, and any kind of exclusivity is out of the question. We form one big couple of fourteen, remember?”

Then she continued, “Come here to us, my darlings. I want a huge group hug and to kiss you all.”

A tight circle formed, and they all kissed each other passionately.

Myako shouted, “There’s still champagne left! Let’s grab a glass and keep fucking, goddammit!”

The party would go on with even more fun and laughter after all!

Chapter 19 – The Teachings

 Florence was staring at the rubber gloves Gabriela was wearing, she was practically obsessed with them, and Gabriela noticed. We had gathered around the bed, some sitting on it, others still standing, sipping champagne.

Gabriela stepped up to Florence and me, and said to Florence, “You really want to know what it’s like, don’t you? You’re dying to know what those gloves feel like and what sensation the rubber gives you.”

She brought her hand close to Florence’s face, “Start with the smell. That smell is the biggest turn-on for me. Far more than perfume. That smell makes me wet.”

Florence took Gabriela’s hand, brought it close to her nose, and smelled that distinctive scent of rubber mixed with soft fragrance typical of household gloves. Florence felt enveloped by this scent, and found it delicious and intriguing.

Gabriela took her other hand and caressed Florence’s cheek while the latter continued breathing in that sweet scent emanating from the glove.

We were all captivated by Gabriela’s explanations, we had to admit it was turning us on a little! She continued introducing Florence to rubber pleasures.

Stroking her cheek, she went on, “You can feel that soft, slightly textured caress against your cheek. Close your eyes and focus.”

She caressed both of Florence’s cheeks, then moved down to her neck, and lower onto her blouse, slowly and sensually undoing those buttons. Through the blouse, Florence’s breasts were visible, nipples hardening.

 

Gabriela undid that final button, slid her gloved hands beneath the fabric, revealing Florence’s magnificent breasts. Florence’s breathing grew heavier, and she let out a soft sigh, biting her lower lip as Gabriela’s fingers grazed those breasts.

Gabriela’s gloved hands cupped Florence’s aroused bosom, and began caressing her nipples before moving over her breasts entirely.

She whispered, “Focus on my touch and the sensations it stirs in you. Breathe gently and let your imagination wander. Soak in this softness.”

Excitement began mounting among us, and seeing Florence immersed in that whole sweet experience made me happy, euphoric even. I felt desire rising within me, and realized it was rising in each of us too.

Camille was caressing her breasts, seemed to envy Florence. Astrid had placed her hand between her legs, caressing herself very gently, taking her time while watching Florence take hers.

Myako, in that amazing arousing latex outfit, moved closer to me and caressed my ass over my satin panties. Then she discreetly slipped her hand beneath those panties, slid a finger to my anus, and began caressing it very gently.

I placed my satin-gloved hand on her more-than-lovely little backside, and caressed it over the latex, giving it light spanks now and then. I found that zipper at her crotch and began opening it slowly, making sure she could feel the movement. Her backside was exposed enough for me to slip my hand in, and spread those bottoms. She stifled a small moan and bit her lip.

Gabriela kept speaking softly to Florence, “I can feel your desire rising. You can’t resist this wonderful sensation that sends shivers through you and stimulates your nerves, every inch of your skin.”

She continued massaging Florence’s breasts, and slid one hand beneath her miniskirt, lightly grazing her fully erect penis. Florence let out a deep sigh and gasped, her eyes still closed. Then Gabriela took Florence’s cock in her hand, and began stroking it gently.

She whispered in her ear, “Can you feel my gloved hand on your cock? It’s fantastic, isn’t it? You can feel this incredible sensation, you’re living it, and you can’t do without it.”

Gabriela’s caresses grew increasingly firm and rapid.

Florence opened her eyes, crying out with pleasure, and said to Gabriela, “Stop! You’re going to make me cum!”

Gabriela smiled at her and asked, “So what did you think? It’s incredible, don’t you think?”

Florence replied happily, “It was quite a first experience, and honestly, it was fan-tas-tic!”

She kissed Gabriela, and said, “Thank you, my dark beauty, for introducing me to this pleasure!”

Gabriela replied, “We can do it again whenever you like, my lovely blonde!”

Camille and Astrid were absolutely delighted with Gabriela and her enriching instruction!

Then Astrid spoke up aloud, “I’d love to experience what I went through yesterday all over again! Is anyone else up for it?”

Myako said, “I’ll go first!”

Astrid replied, “I’ll go after you!”

Gabriela hurriedly put her name on the list, shouting, “Me next!”

And Camille said with a laugh”I’d like to give it a try too!”

Florence burst out laughing, and said to Charlotte, “You’ve got some pussies to bring to climax, girl! Come on, do your thing and make them all squirt! Then it’ll be my turn, you promised!”

I started laughing, looked at Myako, and said, “After you, my lady! Let’s go get a good first shower!”

I removed my satin gloves as I went to fetch a packet of sterile gloves from a small table. Picked up a bottle of lubricant and returned to the bed. I had Myako lie on her back, well propped up by pillows so she could sit in semi-reclined position. I decided to become a teacher myself.

I said, pointing at Astrid and Gabriela, “Ladies, the two of you stand on either side of Myako, I’ll need all of you to warm her up and stir her libido. Myako, just relax and let it happen, surrender yourself completely. Stay focused and concentrate solely on your pleasure. Nothing else matters.”

Then I delivered an important lesson, “The ultimate tool for ensuring a smooth glide and incomparable softness: sterile surgical gloves.”

I opened the package, and as I slipped them on, said, “A smooth finish, a soft texture, second-skin feel. We choose half-size smaller to ensure very snug fit.”

I knelt on cushions in front of Myako, unzipped her crotch, and said, “Ladies, let’s begin. Don’t hesitate to stimulate Myako for maximum pleasure.”

Myako’s pussy was already dripping, and I hadn’t even touched her yet! I began gently caressing Myako’s slick clitoris with my fingers. She let out a little gasp of surprise, and looked at me with mischievous incredibly naughty expression.

I was masturbating her gently, the contact of my glove against that wet pussy made sensation even smoother, slipperier. Myako’s eyes fluttered open and closed, her head tilted back, then snapped forward to watch what I was doing to her.

Astrid unzipped Myako’s bodysuit all the way down, parted that fabric, revealed beautiful small breasts. She began licking them while caressing stomach all the way down to pubic area.

On the other side, Gabriela did same thing.

I told Florence and Camille, “Spread her legs and hold them in place.”

Then I leaned down toward that pussy, and started eating her out. Her clitoris, her anus, I thrust my tongue in and kept at it over and over. After few minutes of oral attention, I penetrated her with one finger, and moved it back and forth very slowly.

Then I slid in a second finger, and resumed that back-and-forth motion. Went harder, deeper, felt Myako arching her back in pleasure. She was moaning with delight, begging for more.

I grabbed tube of lubricant and asked Florence to put some on my free hand. Once lubricant applied, spread it between fingers, and lightly caressed Myako’s anus. She let out low guttural sound of pure satisfaction.

Then I inserted one finger, then second, and penetrated her deeply: fingering both ass and pussy. Picked up pace, thrusting deep to hit A-spot, suddenly pressed against G-spot while continuing to finger-fuck her ass.

I devoured her, ravished her, stimulated intensely. Felt her climax approaching, she screamed in Japanese, and released a powerful hot gush into my mouth.

She remained motionless for moment, saying nothing, then suddenly exclaimed, “Holy shit! What fantastic experience!”

She got up, went to bathroom, brought back towels. Wiped my face and kissed me, eyes brimming with tears.

She said, “Astrid, it’s your turn, my beautiful flame!”

Astrid didn’t need asking twice. I picked up glass of champagne, poured little onto Astrid’s pussy, and licked vigorously while penetrating her with fingers.

Astrid took far less time to climax than Myako, but intensity was phenomenal: she ejaculated three times, releasing jets of incredible power. She screamed so loudly that must have been heard all over floor! I was soaked, didn’t matter, loved it.

I asked for fresh pair of gloves, and Gabriela took place.

Myako brought me new pair of gloves, placed hand on shoulder, and said, “Charlotte, catch your breath. Let Astrid and me handle Gabriela and Camille. We’re ready to try out your trick. As for you, go join Florence and give her pleasure! She’s burning with anticipation!”

She had Camille and Gabriela lie side by side on bed, ready for wonderful special treatment. Astrid removed her pretty nylon gloves, and slipped on a pair of surgical gloves.

She too was all set to experiment, and take squirt right in face. I stood up, fetched a bottle of lubricant, and left Astrid and Myako to their sensory activities.

I walked over to Florence, sitting on edge of bed, watching scene unfold. Stopping in front of her, I said, “Miss Florence, how is it that I find you undressed like this, exposing  your assets?”

She played along, feigning look of shame as lowered head and eyes slightly. “Look at me when I speak to you, young lady!” I ordered.

Lifted head, and replied, “Yes Madame Charlotte! I was studying for your class when overcome by terrible heat. I had to unbutton my blouse to cool off bit. I know I’ve been very, very naughty lately, and I deserve punishment.”

I answered, “Indeed you deserve proper punishment, Miss Florence, and choose appropriate chastisement yourself.”

She gave me mock annoyed look and said, “Yes Madame Charlotte! Right on it!”

She remained seated on edge of the bed, and I stepped closer. She pulled down my panties, and began stroking my with her latex gloves. It felt soft and incredibly arousing! She looked up at me with a naughty schoolgirl expression, and she grabbed balls with her other hand.

She stroked harder, more intensely, and it gave me exquisite sensations of pure bliss. Then, she took my cock into her mouth and gave me an amazing blowjob: taking mu cock out to lick it underside, running her lips along sides up to the head (she licked greedily), moving back down the length of the shaft to lick my swollen balls (separated by the cock ring), taking one ball into her mouth and sucking on it, trailing her tongue back up my cock, to take into her mouth again and resume sucking even more intensely.

She looked beautiful while sucking me off, deliberately acting like a little slut just to turn me on. She grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled hard, forcing my cock to go deep down her throat.

She held position, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to lick my balls (keeping my dick deep in herthroat). She had no gag reflex, and I loved it, showed it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Astrid and Myako in the thick of it:  their mouths on Gabriela and Camille’s pussies, their fingers thrusting deep inside them. Gabriela was moaning like a little girl, and Camille was in a state of sheer ecstatic bliss.

Florence took my cock out of her mouth (letting a long string of saliva trail down), that girl was making me cum! I pulled her up, and grabbed both of her breasts full handfuls while kissing her wildly on the neck. I turned her around, and bent her over the bed. I caressed her ass, balls, and cock.

Wearing a cock ring transformed my experience, the sensation made everything more intense, my balls tighter and harder than ever. I slicked up my gloved hand with lube, worked it into her ass, then gave my cock the same treatment before plunging deep into that tight, welcoming heat.

She moaned in pure bliss, clearly loving every second. Pushed herself back against me, hands gripping the sheets as I drove deeper from behind, her cries growing even wilder with each powerful thrust. Then she shifted positions, and layed on her back.

Myako moved fast, positioning cushions under Florence’s head and lower back to get her comfortable (the other three girls leaned in closer for a better view). She dropped to her knees and started licking Florence’s balls, working her tongue up the length of her cock before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard.

I grabbed the lube bottle, pouring it over my hand while keeping Florence’s cock firmly in Myako’s mouth the whole time. Then I slid two fingers into that tight ass, hunting for the spot I knew would blow hermind. Found it, the prostate, and applied steady pressure.

Seconds later, Florence’s eyes went really wide and she gasped: “Fuck! You’re making me cum!”

I eased up slightly, moved my fingers in a gentle back-and-forth rhythm, then pressed down on that sweet spot again. Myako offered me Florence’s cock and put it on my mouth. I kept up the blowjob while Florence grabbed my head with both hands and shouted at the top of her lungs: “Charloooootte! I’m going to cum!!!”

She erupted in my mouth, screaming like a madwoman, and I swallowed every drop, not missing a single one.

The girls stared at me in awe. Florence stood up, kissed Myako on the forehead, and said to me: “Your turn! Sit down, we’re gonna help make you cum just like you did for us!”

The five girls knelt before me, taking turns on my cock (sometimes three at once). Myako slid one finger into my ass, then two, then three. She applied pressure to my prostate while the others sucked me with everything they had.

I felt a wave of heat wash over me and cried out in sheer ecstasy, ejaculating onto gloves and their faces. After we caught our breath, we shared hugs all around as the girls helped clean up the mess.

Astrid snatched her phone off the table and dialed: “Yes, Astrid here! We need fresh sheets and a small cleaning crew for Charlotte’S room. Bring extra towels too!”

She hung up, looked at me with a grin, and said: “What? We’ve got contacts for this stuff, we might as well use them! That’s what they’re there for!”

I burst out laughing and wished everyone goodnight.

The girls left, and I headed to the bathroom to clean up (I could hear the cleaners arriving to get started). After I stepped out of the shower, I saw that the room was spotless, and the bed have been completely remade. I knew a fantastic night’s sleep awaited me.

Little did I know that while we were having our steamy encounter, the assistants had been up to similar activities. Heather confessed the next morning before we started work, and apparently Maeva had been watching the previous day videos while gently stroking Béatrice’s head as she went wild devouring her.